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| The American Ego; Tag; Valeria | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 16 2014, 05:43 PM (186 Views) | |
| Kristoff Vernard | Jul 16 2014, 05:43 PM Post #1 |
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Time: 12:04 PM Date: May 16th, 2014 The American ego. Was there any force on the face of the planet more powerful than that? None he could think offhand. And this so called 'Stark Expo' was the finest testament to that fact. The mans name was plastered on everything in sight. It was amusing to him. He was king of an entire nation and didn't announce his presence nearly as flagrantly as Anthony Stark. In fact, he had found it surprisingly easy to blend in with the crowd that had gathered to gawk and gape at the technological achievements that were on display. No one paid him any mind, aside from the two bodyguards that were following subtly behind him. He'd asked them to keep their distance, lest he attract any unwanted attention. Latveria and its royalty weren't exactly popular with the Americans, after all. Remaining quiet about his ties to his country would doubtlessly make things simpler. Were he merely a member of the public, he would have taken some time to marvel at what was being shown at this event. However, his business here was a good deal more personal. He had someone to see. Finding her was proving somewhat of a challenge, but he had eventually received a reliable lead and was on his way to meet her. His destination was just ahead. With unwavering resolve, he stepped up to the tent that had been reserved for Reed Richards' later presentation, only to approached by a man wearing a shirt that marked him as security for the event. "Sorry pal, they're still settin' up in there, not open to the public." To call the grin that appeared on his face smug would have been an understatement. Raising a hand to halt his oncoming body guards, Kristoff locked his gaze firmly on the man for a few moments before reaching into his jacket and producing some documentation, which he held up for the so called security guard to see. "My business inside this tent is of paramount importance to the country of Latveria. Unless you wish to be at the center of an international incident, I suggest you stand aside." The guard seemed to balk at the prospect of this young punk pushing him around in this manner, but as he got a good look at the papers Kristoff was showing him, his expression softened a bit, and the young ruler swore he heard him gulp. "O-oh...I see..." And that was the end of that. The man moved out of Kristoffs way and allowed him passage inside. After directing his guards to remain outside and keep the security man (Fred, if his badge were to be trusted) company, he stepped into the tent and began surveying the area. It didn't take him long to spot her, and he was standing in front of her in short order. "Valeria," he said plainly. "Keeping busy, I see." |
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| Valeria | Jul 21 2014, 12:02 AM Post #2 |
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Clad in a green dress with a white collar and sleeves, to simply glance at her, someone could easily assume that Valeria had gotten lost on a field trip. She was young still, technically not even close to being born even, but anyone who knew her would know that her youth was irrelevant. While there were plenty of employees of her father running around, she was mostly just ignoring them. They knew better than to pester her anyway. If she wanted something, then she would ask, otherwise she preferred her own company when her family weren’t around. Even when they were, she was still a little aloof, a little distant. Only Franklin could really crack the shell. And of course, Uncle Johnny could never fail to make her smile. There was still work to be done in terms of the Expo, but for the most part it was just rounding off. Val had a dual purpose for working so hard, being so interested in stabilising wormholes… Oh it was a challenge, but it was a conveniently useful one at that. No one suspected that she was up to anything else, which was good. Franklin would hate it, even though… Well, it was complicated. He’d not understand, all he would see was the danger that she was potentially putting herself in. Which was potentially considerable, but it was worth it. Valeria saw the chance for answers, for making sure that… “Kristoff,” a scowl was buried almost instantly as she flicked her blue eyes up from the tablet she held. Killing the screen almost immediately, the girl placed it down on the workbench that was her personal space in the tent. “I did not realise you were invited. I would have gotten you an escort,” Valeria said dryly, not impressed that her former foster brother had swanned in as if he owned the place. Hadn’t he been intolerable enough in Castle Doom that he now had to come to this place? “What do you want? I’m busy.” |
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| Kristoff Vernard | Aug 4 2014, 10:34 AM Post #3 |
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"Yes, I can see that," he said, casting his gaze around the tent, wondering just what scientific marvels were being made here. However, he hadn't come here for any kind of lecture. His needs were much simpler - he meant to ensure that Valeria hadn't forgotten their arrangement. Perhaps unsurprisingly, she wasn't at all pleased to see him. Not that he cared for how she felt. So long as she lived up to her end of their deal, she could feel however she wanted. "I'm simply here to make sure this little distraction isn't going to cause too much of a hold up in our plans. The longer we dawdle on these extracurricular activities, the closer Latveria comes to revolution. While I admire your devotion to your family and what they are doing here, I'll not have my country torn apart because your father has you focused on...whatever it is you're doing here." That was the way of things, as far as he was concerned. Valeria's attention could scare be split between this Expo and rescuing Doom from whatever interdimensional plane he had found himself in. The girl was brilliant, of course, but if this pointless exercise was going to prove too much of a time waster, then he would have to take measures to correct that. "I trust that won't be the case, hm?" |
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| Valeria | Aug 6 2014, 10:04 PM Post #4 |
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Shaking her head as she listened to her foster brother, the temptation to walk out was almost too great. One of the may bonuses of leaving Latveria was the fact she didn't have to put up with him and his point scoring any more, although she had willingly played that game too. “This little distraction, as you so eloquently put it, is actually enabling me to work on our plans without great notice,” Valeria said in a rather bored tone as she started to arrange things on the bench. “My brother is working on something that is allowing me to practise stabilizing portals to the test...After all,” here she looked up once more and narrowed her eyes at the young man. “We wouldn’t want any sort of nasty accidents when retrieving our father, now would we?” Picking up a bottle, Valeria took a sip of water, aware that she was both being rude and selling herself short, but the girl wanted to see how Kristoff would react to this. Especially with the practise that she had gotten in involving Franklin’s project, she felt capable of making a foray into whatever dark pit that Doom was contained within...and then what? Part of her was still torn. Save him or simply make sure he was so deeply hidden down there that he could never come back. Her loyalties were torn. She knew what Franklin would want her to do, just as well as she knew what Kristoff wanted from her. “So, what have you been doing to make sure that Latveria isn’t tumbling into revolution? Emperor Doom would not appreciate it if you left his country to rack and ruin, then saved him, then expected him to fix it all. Surely he has taught you much better than that,” Val smirked and drank from her bottle of water. She could be a grade a brat when she felt like it, which was honestly most of the time. “Honestly though, it’s going to be fine. I should be ready for a test run next week, if you’re not terribly busy watching a country fall into revolt that is…” Raising her eyebrows, she found it hard not to laugh, getting far too much pleasure from this whole thing. |
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| Kristoff Vernard | Aug 15 2014, 11:23 PM Post #5 |
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Oh but she did enjoy those little jabs at him. Calling into question his ability to rule Latveria adequately was especially poignant, especially as the 'revolution' he had spoken to her about was a carefully crafted lie. He had taken all the necessary steps to ensure that the truth would be unobtainable, or at the very least extremely difficult to discern. Latveria was under a media blackout and had been declared a no-fly zone in his absence, in order to prevent anyone from learning the truth - there was no revolution. Of course, he wasn't about to reveal that, least of all to her. "Please," he scoffed, watching the Richards girl as she played with her little toys. "Do you honestly think I would leave Latveria to fall while we aim to rescue the man who made it what it is today? I'm not so foolish as all that, Valeria. The Royal Latverian Army has things well in hand, I can assure you, and once Doom is returned, everything will return to normal. It will be as if he never left." As to her explanation...he found it satisfactory. Certainly this project of theirs would have to be kept as secret as possible. There were countless people on the face of the planet who would rather his father never return. Should they catch wind of what they were up to, things would become rather...complicated. "Next week is acceptable. I just hope I won't be disappointed by what you've come up with." Who was to say that he couldn't get in some blows of his own? |
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| Valeria | Aug 17 2014, 11:32 PM Post #6 |
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Leaning against her workbench, she lifted an eyebrow and stared at Kristoff blankly, as if he were speaking Mandarin at her - although that in truth was a terrible analogy, as he might have made more sense (she was perfectly fluent in the language, it being one of the most important to know what with the rapidly developed market that was China). “Yes, I really think you would,” she responded bluntly. It was a lie. Valeria wasn’t even sure that Kristoff would dare leave the nation if it had fallen the way he was claiming. Because if he had to being back Doom, only to show their adopted father the mess he had made of the land? He was either incredibly desperate or ridiculously foolish. Or lying. Really, it was a good job that she didn’t trust the young man as far as she could throw him as it could be any one of those. “I am so very glad you find next week acceptable, I will sleep much better tonight knowing that this is to your eternal satisfaction…” her words were dramatic, childish, and continuing to poke at him, but he liked to poke at her. Indeed, something would be terribly wrong with the situation if neither of them were attempting to be vile little brats about it. Sighing, the blonde teenager tilted her head to one side, studying him. “You can hope all you wish, Kristoff. There’s a reason you asked me to do this. You’d never have bothered with me if you’d have thought for a moment that you would be disappointed.” It was true, but it was a barb thrown her way, one she had risen to despite herself. The fact that anyone could accuse her of producing less than satisfactory work...Jealous. He simply must be jealous. Val told herself that and felt a little better. Boys. They really were simple creatures...Well, perhaps excepting her birth family of course...and Uncle Ben. Maybe. “Was there anything else? I am expected to participate in the running of this event, after all. I can’t delay myself too greatly or people will investigate what I’m doing and if they find you...” |
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| Kristoff Vernard | Aug 21 2014, 05:36 PM Post #7 |
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If he cared for her opinion of him, he might have been upset by her words. As it stood, however, he needed her only for what she could accomplish, not her sparkling personality. Aside from what she could bring to the table scientifically, she meant nothing to him anymore. She was a means to an end, nothing more, and she would not get the better of him. However, this undertaking of theirs required her cooperation. He would have to play the diplomat for a while longer. They'd been through this dance countless times before, and with the fate of his father on the line, Kristoff would suffer some indignities. Once this matter was resolved, however, perhaps then he would hash it out with her once and for all. "Yes, well," he began, allowing himself to chuckle some at her childish outburst. "You are correct, of course. I did come to you because you are as brilliant as they come. My concern for my nation has left me with something of a short fuse of late, unfortunately. I trust you can understand that." She would no doubt see his pleasantries for what they were, but so long as she remained dedicated to pulling Doom back to this reality, she could think of him what she liked. Turning away from her to take his leave, he paused for a moment, casting her a glance over his shoulder. "However, as it is the future of my country on the line, dear Valeria, you would do well to not disappoint me. The consequences if you did would be...unpleasant." Having said what needed to be said, Kristoff exited the tent, shadowed by his bodyguards, leaving poor Fred stunned and frightened for his job. Before long, they were clear of the expo and on their way back to the embassy. There were matters to attend to before the tests could begin, and he meant to oversee them. Most of these matters involved how to deal with Valeria should she prove to have been the wrong choice for this endeavor. She would not disappoint him and get away unscathed. There was too much at stake for him to allow that. |
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