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capeandcowllogs2010-09-23 11:12 pm
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Science, Science, Science, Shego, Science...wait.
WHO: Shego and Dr.Drakken
WHERE: Drakken's hidden lair under the Legi-Tech HQ.
WHEN: Night, maybe. Him and time never got along that well.
WARNINGS: Probably none.
SUMMARY: Drakken is working. Even out of his employ, Shego has a standard operating procedure for that: disrupt it.
FORMAT: Para.
This was the moment he enjoyed most in life. Well, he supposed there might be other ones as enjoyable, but he hadn't experienced them so they didn't matter. He was told child birth was comparable. Probably depended on the child.
But that thought swam about in the part of his brain that dealt with things that weren't science. And it was barely engaged. He had in front of him some new microcircuitry, the central processor of a new energy drive. He'd dabbled with these after the 'Drakforce One' thing. Why steal a power source when he could make his own? And he'd never been good at such batteries - so he did what he usually did: he tried to be good at it.
He hummed to himself, absorbed in work. Absently, he reached around the table next to the magnifying lens for a screwdriver.
"Where'd I put that stupid Phillips..." He felt it in his hand. "Thank you." And he went back to humming for a few seconds. And then jumped right out of his chair.
WHERE: Drakken's hidden lair under the Legi-Tech HQ.
WHEN: Night, maybe. Him and time never got along that well.
WARNINGS: Probably none.
SUMMARY: Drakken is working. Even out of his employ, Shego has a standard operating procedure for that: disrupt it.
FORMAT: Para.
This was the moment he enjoyed most in life. Well, he supposed there might be other ones as enjoyable, but he hadn't experienced them so they didn't matter. He was told child birth was comparable. Probably depended on the child.
But that thought swam about in the part of his brain that dealt with things that weren't science. And it was barely engaged. He had in front of him some new microcircuitry, the central processor of a new energy drive. He'd dabbled with these after the 'Drakforce One' thing. Why steal a power source when he could make his own? And he'd never been good at such batteries - so he did what he usually did: he tried to be good at it.
He hummed to himself, absorbed in work. Absently, he reached around the table next to the magnifying lens for a screwdriver.
"Where'd I put that stupid Phillips..." He felt it in his hand. "Thank you." And he went back to humming for a few seconds. And then jumped right out of his chair.
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And now with Dr. Horrible gone...well...
She wasn't going to think about that.
She had put on her Spider-Woman costume just for kicks, to add more shock to what she was planning, I guess, and she snuck in the "hidden" lair with as much ease as a ninja. Heck, she was quieter than a ninja, but that's besides the point. Even in a different costume, she was skilled at sneaking in, stupid webpits and all. Other than that and the mask...the costume's fit was no different than her usual jumpsuit.
She stood behind him for awhile, watching him work with a smirk on her face, and she had grabbed one of his tools just to fuck with him. As soon as she saw him reaching for the screwdriver, she placed it in his hand and...
Yup, that was the reaction she was looking for.
However, in attempts to freak him out even more, she was going to play it out, and combined with the costume, and the lighting, her skin looked rather not green, and she even masked her voice to make it sound lighter and less...Shego-like.
Hey, she came here in her lame Spider-Woman costume. Might as well milk whatever reaction she can get out of him.
"I'm not buying into all of your 'reformed' talk, Dr...uh...Drakken." She struts over to his work, leaning over to look at it.
"And your lair is hidden rather pathetically. I heard you declaring yourself over the network as some kind of genius...yet any old hero can just...waltz right in."
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"Woah, hey, we're all reasonable people here...and hey, I don't need to hide anything! There's nothing illegal going on here!"
And he wondered about that. Sure, his security systems weren't foolproof, but they were tough and often lethal - and most importantly, they generally gave warnings that someone was busting in. This woman hadn't sprung one of them.
"Look, I've done nothing wrong and you can't do anything about it, 'hero'."
He fervently hoped that was true.