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Post by Megan on Jan 18, 2012 22:23:55 GMT -5
it's the law, not a request, so accept that you're not leaving for a week- it's house arrest![/s]
As soon as they were alone, Megan was the first to speak.
"...Adrian?" she said faintly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 18, 2012 22:25:07 GMT -5
"Yes?"
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Post by Megan on Jan 18, 2012 22:26:07 GMT -5
"Explain to me why we couldn't just fly back to New York."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 18, 2012 22:26:35 GMT -5
"...environmental responsibility."
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Post by Megan on Jan 18, 2012 22:28:06 GMT -5
"Oh," said Megan. "I was worried it was something totally not worth getting stranded in some horrifying Eastern European wasteland."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 18, 2012 22:29:34 GMT -5
"Von Doom is... shall we say... a benevolent tyrant," Adrian said in a low voice. "I imagine getting home ought to be easy-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 18, 2012 22:54:04 GMT -5
At least they weren't in chains or at gunpoint, which was more than could be said for most Westerners who found themselves within Latveria's borders unaccounted-for. At the rate this kept happening these days, the street signs would have to be in three languages. The two Americans had been kept in the dark long enough to remind them that they were in a position of inferiority, and were to be detained at His Majesty's pleasure. But unlike less prestigious drop-ins, they were to be housed in the same style as those who'd gotten in the legal way, as tourists. Pleasant as it would have been to give the smug Teutonic capitalist a chillier reception, that was ill-advised, and Doom could hardly give all his inferiors moldering cells in the dungeon or he'd run out of room.
"His Majesty, Doctor Victor von Doom, requests your presence. Both of you, please."
This soldier in the doorway looked less skittish than the others. She brushed her hair back and hefted her assault rifle like a shrugged shoulder, as if to say there was nothing that could be done about that.
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Post by Megan on Jan 18, 2012 23:00:48 GMT -5
...oh, this was just fantastic.
Megan strode behind Adrian and tried to figure out exactly how the hell this had become her life.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 19, 2012 8:19:48 GMT -5
There was still, on the whole, a lot more smiling among soldiers and underlings than when the Italian had been hauled in in chains.
"Welcome to Latveria!", she called after both of them, but they were already well on their way.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 19, 2012 10:59:10 GMT -5
Adrian did not respond, but strode forward with a surly-looking Megan at his back.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 19, 2012 12:22:57 GMT -5
Victor was not in the best of moods. Usually these arrivals occurred at carefully scheduled intervals, and the only drop-ins were unwelcome guests. But the standards were flying, the torches were lit, and overall everything looked very imperial. The doors opened without being touched, and their footsteps echoed.
"Ah, Veidt. A wiser man would have waited for an invitation to Doom's capital city, but you are welcome here nonetheless."
He was in full-on throne slouch mode.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 19, 2012 12:31:53 GMT -5
"I'm afraid the matter would be better taken up with the railroad company than myself, Your Excellency," Adrian said smoothly. "It's hardly the fault of the passengers should a train break down."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 19, 2012 12:42:15 GMT -5
"In any case, you are here now, and along with your escort can expect to be treated with the highest courtesy. It will only be a temporary detainment."
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Post by Megan on Jan 19, 2012 12:46:51 GMT -5
"Escort!?" Megan blurted incredulously.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 19, 2012 12:50:45 GMT -5
Adrian glared daggers at her before looking back at Doom.
"My apologies, sir," he continued, switching to Hungarian. "This is my associate, Miss Elness. My factotum, as it were."
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