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[metalmenace]

who: Victor von Doom and you
what: punching and heroing
when: mid-June
where: all over
warnings: violence

i. experiment
After his call for volunteers, Doom had spent his time looking for a place to do his little experiment without any worry of people thinking a brawl had broken out. Once he had found a place, some little clearing out in the abandoned area, he had set up a few magical precautions to keep himself safe before contacting those that had expressed interest in assisting him. One at a time, of course, since he really didn't want them all to show up and decide on a free-for-all since that would ruin the entire point of this whole experiment. Whenever people start to finally arrive, Victor himself was standing there, looking very out of place in his nice suit and seemingly unarmed. Not that he really seems to care about how he appears.

"Are you ready to get started or would you like a moment to get ready?"

ii. iron man
It didn't really matter that Tony Stark was here and not in a coma. Victor was Iron Man now and he was going to hold onto that for as long as he possibly could. Until the inevitable showdown, he was going to be patrolling around in his own Iron Man armor, both flying and walking. Every so often, he'd stop and help someone out before heading back on his way, trying to make as little of scene as possible as he could while wearing intimidating armor and a cloak. He's not doing this for recognition, after all, instead trying to not be selfish while wearing the armor. He has a legacy to uphold and he will not tarnish it, especially not now.

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ii

[inebriety]

The changes that affected a large portion of the population had seemingly passed Tony over. There were no radical changes to his age and he looked like the same. But for him months had passed and a lot had happened in that time. He'd quit, he didn't want to be Iron Man any more. All he wanted was to be able to grieve in peace and find a way to save Thor. While the former was still possible, the latter wouldn't be without his resources.

So while previously one of Tony's ideas of entertainment involved teasing his counterpart here, he no longer feels the need to say anything about the silly cape and colour scheme he's now sporting. He walks up to the armoured man and merely pats his shoulder before continuing past.

While the two Tony Starks were identical, they were easy to differentiate. This Tony smelt strongly of alcohol and was paler and thinner. There was also a listlessness to him that would have looked out of place to anyone familiar with the other Tony. To put it simply, he was miserable and no longer bothered to pretend otherwise.

ii

[lieborn]

Arms folded where he stands on a rooftop watching the caped copycat (Tony would never wear that nerdy mess), Loki waits to draw Victor's attention as he knows only he can; a godling alone? The old Victor would have jumped at the chance to imprison him (again), so it's interesting to see what the so-called reinvented dictator will do while he's pretending to help old ladies across the street.

He probably planted explosives on them. Loki rules out nothing as he kicks his heels on the edge of a building.

ii

[amelioraate]

[ yeah see, this Tony? this Tony is not nearly as chill with the whole you wearing something that looks like his armour. only way uglier, wow, why are you wearing a cape? who even--?

if Tony wasn't so enraged, he would face palm at the whole cape thing a little more.

as it stands thought, he is gritting his teeth and stalking up to the man with fury in his eyes. right now was one of those moments that he wished he had been out and about in his suit rather than walking around like someone who was useless. still, all it takes is a press of a button on his phone, and the suit is on its way to him. it will just take a little bit of time to arrive.]

Alright, Salazar Slytherin, what the fuck do you think you are doing in that? And honest to fuck, a cape? Are you-- you know what, I don't even care. [ Tony gets right up into the suits face, clearly not caring about the danger it might pose.] This why you were being so nice to me back home? Trying to steal shit that you couldn't even copy well?