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Post by Dr. Drakken on Mar 8, 2009 18:02:42 GMT -5
Retired. Hmph. Doctor Drakken was anything but retired. At least the cashier hadn’t said “Hey! Aren’t you that supervillain turned hero?” Because Doctor Drakken was not a hero. He was an evil genius. Evil! E-V-I-L! It was frustrating. And yet…
Drakken couldn’t help but think that it was nice to be able to drink coffee without people thinking he’d run out the store without paying. Still. There were downsides. When he was in the city, GJ was breathing down his neck. Hard, hot and heavy, bated breath. They were everywhere. Paranoia? Oh, no. They’d told him at his award ceremony—and this is a direct quote, mind you,--
We’re watching you, Dr. Drakken. If you so much as jaywalk, we’ll know. If you chew gum in Singapore, we’ll know. And if you ever consider villainy as a career path again, we’ll know.
Of course, they couldn’t read his mind, or if they could, they obviously didn’t speak Drakken. Because consider villainy, he did. He wanted to go back to it. Working for the Space Center was hell. Especially working with—and sometimes under the supervision of—James Possible. It was degrading. Embarrassing. Painful. And it curbed his creativity. All that would be bearable if they’d just let him build a weapon or two…
But, no. They didn’t want him to have a flashback. Like he was some recovering drug addict, they called them flashbacks. And Drakken hated it. All of it. He wasn’t himself anymore, but a cheap imitation of his former self. The recognition was dying down. The hype, gone. And even still, it wasn’t enough to tide him over. Fifteen minutes of fame was nothing compared to a world at his command…
Drakken sighed and took a swig of his coffee, looking out at the noon-time rush of traffic. People rushed by on the sidewalk, while cars halted, congested on the streets. If he played his cards right, all the world would bow at his feet. Even the people outside, rushing by as if their pathetic lives—their pathetic lives that Drakken had saved only months ago!—were the most important things on the planet.
They’d see. They’d all see… Dr. Drakken was not retired. Not ex. Not done yet.
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Post by dime20 on Mar 8, 2009 18:22:30 GMT -5
Gregory Timothy Newfield, a close to 19 year old college student, stood outside the bank. A gentle breeze ruffled up his dark brown hair, his blue eyes sparkling as he felt a hype at the current thrill vibing in his veins. Villainy was a sweet taste in his life, without it, he was sour and detested waking up to the world. Having been once fat, he had been picked on, thrown to the wolves with friends he had never considered so cruel. If anything, he found that the image he had now, was one that a mirror of those who had tortured him. Hearing the people pass through the revolving door, he saw their faces light up with a certain peripheral glow, a detested groan came from his lips and he whistled innocently as they stared at him.
Inching into the door he passed through into a high ceiling building, lines were formed, and people were justly lost in their conversations about the future. "Our future is undetermined, our past is a blur, it is time for us to accept the present...for it is our destiny." Wearing a smirk he drew out his weapon. The weapon was a particle image disruptor, the effect was that any object it hit, would be given a new look. This temporary effect, would elude the people, and he would get his reward soon enough. Holding in a snicker, he smoothed out his black pants and readied the beam.
"One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready...and four to blow!" The sick red beam enveloped the room, and the cash register became flat, what people saw was a sock drawer with just socks...green socks actually. The people were outraged and demanded a explanation. Phase one was through, now onto phase two. Switching the integrity, he had the second switch thrown on his weapon. This time...the effect made the room seem unstable, cracks showing, and the people let out a scream.
Staying behind he went to collect the green socks, plenty for him to get more equipment. This was just one of his devices, one that was an illusion, people believed anything these days. Once done, he walked out the building and was not even taken into consideration as being the actual thief. If a fight came his way, he would take them on. Finding a coffee shop he walked in and noticed a rather blue faced person. Wearing a smile he placed his bag of cash down and plopped into the seat.
"Well well, if it isn't the great Dr. Drakken, goodie tooshu who saved the world," setting his weapon on his belt he noticed people staring at him. "Best keep your eyes away, other wise I'd think you'd be eavesdropping." Everyone mumbled and Greg smiled as he looked back at Drakken. The guy sure did seem blue, but that was his usual look.
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Post by Dr. Drakken on Mar 8, 2009 18:33:51 GMT -5
"Well well, if it isn't the great Dr. Drakken, goodie tooshu who saved the world," sneered across the table.
Drakken looked up. Okay, so the cashier hadn't said it but some random guy would. Great...
Some irreverant teenager decided to sit down with him. Great. Drakken hated teenagers. It would have felt particularly good to tell this guy to go to hell, but it was a total displacement of anger. Instead, his brow furrowed and Drakken looked the kid up and down suspiciously.
"Who do you think you are?" he asked, scandalism creeping into his voice. "And what do want with me? I'm a very busy man and I don't appreciate random, insolent mockery from the likes of you!"
He tread carefully. They were always watching.
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Post by dime20 on Mar 8, 2009 18:47:37 GMT -5
Greg smiled as he heard the rather heated dialect come from Drakken. As much as he tried, Drakken couldn't scare him with that malice, nor could he threaten him with ease. Most villains had lost respect for Drakken as he had saved the Earth from impeccable doom, while the heroes praised him, even Team Go. Greg noticed a waitress come over and ask for an order, so he simply went with a coffee, it would help to have something hot after the weather the city had been having. How should he address this guy?
"Who do I think I am, well, if you have been living in a hole for the past few months, it should be obvious. My name is Greg Newfield, a rather up and coming villain. I first began perfecting my villainous ways when I was young, idolizing villains, you were one of them Dr. Drakken. The point of this meeting is, I believe you deserve a chance to prove your full potential...by joining up with me." Accepting his coffee he sipped it, not really caring for the heat. If anything, the comfort of the drink was much more soothing then looking at this former shell of a idolized villain.
Setting his cup down he looked again at the man.
"This is quite a public place, I never knew being a good guy affected you in choosing where you ate or drank," seeing how most villains stayed away from here. Then again, rumor had it that Shego had been part of Team Go years ago. Leaning back in his seat he waited for the good guy to give his brain a trashing.
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Post by Dr. Drakken on Mar 8, 2009 19:11:58 GMT -5
Drakken snorted. Team up with this kid? Like, what? The kid didn't seem to be one willing to take orders from Drakken. He got enough insolence from Shego-- and really, it was all he needed. Narrowing his eyes Drakken took a swig of coffee and listened as the kid continued about how public the coffee shop was.
"You know," Drakken said dryly, setting down his coffee cup. "If you want to work with me, insults will get you no where. Trust me, kid. I get enough sarcasm, wit, and lip from my sidekick-- and there is no way I'd ever consider trading her for you." A pause, then. "I think I've heard your name a few times, but really, more as a joke than anything. Some newbie kid trying to run with the big dogs. Of course... I had to laugh at the time because Dementor was the one saying it."
Drakken shook his head. The kid's phrasing wasn't earning him any points, either. Newfield made it sound like Drakken would be working for him. Anyone who knew anything knew that Dr. Drakken was his own boss and took orders from no one... Unless it was Shego threatening him with bodily harm. But that didn't count.
"So... In other words, I'm going to have to decline. Sorry." He didn't sound sorry at all.
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Post by dime20 on Mar 9, 2009 0:59:12 GMT -5
Greg felt his eye twitch as Drakken spoke. Drakken had been out of the villain business for a few months now, at least, and he was lecturing him? Then he began speaking about not wanting to trade Shego for him...what? There was no way he would work for Drakken, after all, he had Shego, no point in having two assistants. Then he was really mad, the fact he was a joke among villains really got his nerves rattled, his very instinct then to show this blue faced moron what a true villian was. Yet...a public place...wait...that was it. Feeling he had to accept the denial, for now, he rose from his chair with a smooth gesture, his hand playing under his chin.
"I...understand," he began, "yes, to have you even accept such an offer, in your state, would be bad. The good guys are keeping tabs on you, even now, cameras that are normally trained on customers are pointing this way. How low the mighty have fallen, wouldn't you say? At the moment, I am attending the same school as your arch nemesis and her bumbling boyfriend, one whom you could never remember his name. In fact, a majority of the Villains tend to forget, must really make him mad."
Wearing a polite smile he observed the cameras with ease, his hand fingering the device cleverly clipped to his belt. Moving from the table he began to walk up to the cash register. He was hungry, and it only seemed fitting to order from here. The device on his left hip was that of a particle image disruptor, on his right hip was a rather similar device. Colored in a humid red, he slid it free and fired it point blank at the cameras, the cameras hissed in a rather sporatic like manner. Dropping to his knee he aimed to his right in a quick motion, catching the camera in a hiss of circuitry cut open. The people screamed, he paid no heed to them. Spinning the device he leaned against the counter.
Folding his fingers in the air he contemplated Drakken's denial in full aspect. "You don't wish to work with me fine, you don't want me as a boss, kudos to you. Then how about we be full partners? This shell you have, the good guy, it is like a clone. So the question is, where is the real Dr. Drakken?" Jumping over the counter he reached into the display glass and pulled out a muffin. With a clatter, the cameras fell down.
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Post by Dr. Drakken on Mar 10, 2009 17:48:09 GMT -5
Drakken made him mad. Good. Served him right for ruining his coffee break. Whether or not Dementor—or anyone—had ever said such a thing wasn’t important. What was was that Drakken got his point across: He was never going to work for a kid. Please. Drakken had been driving, drinking, and attending college when this kid was born. Well. There about.
I...understand," he began, "yes, to have you even accept such an offer, in your state, would be bad. The good guys are keeping tabs on you, even now, cameras that are normally trained on customers are pointing this way. How low the mighty have fallen, wouldn't you say? At the moment, I am attending the same school as your arch nemesis and her bumbling boyfriend, one whom you could never remember his name. In fact, a majority of the Villains tend to forget, must really make him mad."
Drakken shrugged noncommittally. Again. This kid thought Drakken was so short sighted not to have plans for revenge against Team Possible. He’d almost been successful in sending a synthodrone to infiltrate Possible’s life once. He was sure he could do something like that again…
He’d hardly noticed what the kid was doing. When a scream pierced the air, Drakken came to. The kid—it could work as a nickname, Drakken thought—was disabling cameras. Drakken groaned. Oh, snap. Now he’d have to spend the afternoon filling out paperwork that certified that this obstruction of security was not his fault.
"You don't wish to work with me fine, you don't want me as a boss, kudos to you. Then how about we be full partners? This shell you have, the good guy, it is like a clone. So the question is, where is the real Dr. Drakken?"
Drakken snarled. “The real Dr. Drakken? What am I? Plastic?”
He stood up, complacent nonchalance gone. Instead, his black eyes blazed with a spark of his old self. That cranky, crotchety, evil old self.
“You listen to me,” Drakken hissed. The cameras were disabled, what had he to lose? “I am twice the villain you will be when you’re my age. No other villain has accomplished even a fraction of what I have. I’m the only one who has come even remotely close to defeating Kim Possible. This proposition that you’re making me… It’s ludicrous. Pure and simple ludicrous. You can’t expect me to be willing to team up with someone as cocky as you. If you want to work for me—or with me, for that matter—you have to understand my position. You think I don’t know how low I’ve fallen? You think I enjoy being stalked by Global Justice? You think I… nrgh!” Drakken kicked the table and threw his hands into the air. He glowered and leaned into the table, palms digging into the rim. His voice was low and deadly. “You say you’re attending Duketon? What makes you think that they don’t see straight through you, hmm? Other than your inflated, teenage ego, that is. You can’t be “an up and coming villain” and attend a heroes school. Do the math! Either you are a Global Justice spy, coming to make sure that I’m being a good boy and keeping my nose clean or you will be worse off than I am now when they find you out. So which is it?”
Drakken, pleased with his deductive reasoning, Pulled his wallet from his pocket and made his way to the counter. He counted out a few bills before slamming them on the counter, over his shoulder, he called out to Newfield.
“When you make up your mind what you are—and who you’re working for or with—let me know. Should be interested to see if you’re going to arrest me or not.”
Drakken made his way to the door and onto the crowded street. He now had paperwork waiting for him at Global Justice, a headache threatening to break his skull, and stacks of unfinished plots and blueprints that he was suddenly inspired to go over again. Tonight, he’d be planning. He’d prove to all of them… To Kim Possible… To Global Justice… To Gregory Newfield… To everyone that he was the real Doctor Drakken and he hadn’t gone anywhere.
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