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Post by Drakken Kane on May 24, 2007 14:24:35 GMT -5
Drakken was in the room that was once hidden to him, the room that Harry had kept all his Goblin-gear locked away. It was the perfect place to not only store Harry's equipment, but his as well. While Harry slept throughout the night in his old bedroom, Drakken attempted to sleep down in the couch until they got a new room situated. It wasn't much longer until he grew tired of this laying around and he eventually got up.
Drakken: "Nothing to do around this place..."
This was when he decided on doing something that would not only be beneficial, but it would end his boredom... and so he entered the lab in which the gear was all stored in and walked over to Harry's Sky-Stick. The design was good, near-flawless, but it wasn't perfect... and so Drakken grabbed it, laying it down on Harry's work bench, and began to fiddle around inside of it. Hours went by as he began to work on Harry's gear, fixing up most of the flaws he could find... it wasn't until it was 7 A.M. that he realized how long he had been working, and soon hearing someone approach behind him.
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Post by Harry Osborn on May 24, 2007 22:12:47 GMT -5
Harry had been exhausted upon returning to the mansion. He'd had a full night, with rising from dead and to top that off, the battle outside the bank. He'd excused himself and gone straight to bed.
His rest however, had been anything but pleasant. Harry's dreams had been full of the all too familiar images of his father, which were soon replaced by nightmares of Venom. He’d woken several times during the night, and finally at dawn, he decided he’d had enough of his rest.
Trudging into the kitchen, Harry opened the fridge and inspected its contents. He was thirsty, and his eyes landed on a bottle of wine. His thirst deepened upon taking in the sight of the colored liquid, but he backed off. Alcohol had a tendency to bring out his darker side, and with all that had happened within the last couple of days, Harry decided that it was about time to abandon his drinking habits.
Turning away from the fridge, Harry grabbed a glass from a cabinet and filled it with water from the sink. He savored the purifying feel of the cool, clear liqued as it rinsed his throat.
A noise distracted him and he turned in the direction of the great room. He thought it had come from the lair, so after re-filling his glass, made his way to the secret room.
Upon entering the room, he saw Vlad busy at work on the Sky Stick. By all the equipment spread out over the table, it looked as if he had been busy for quiet a few hours.
"What'cha doin'?" he asked curiously. Vlad had proven himself an alley in battle, so Harry was confident that there was a good reason as to why Vlad was working on his glider.
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Post by Drakken Kane on May 26, 2007 17:44:24 GMT -5
Drakken slipped on a glove, one that looked like that of Harry's normal one that extended up his fore-arm. He then closed his hand into a fist, lifting his arm up, and then tilted his fist down, a click was heard and suddenly a large-green flame shot out, apparently the chemicals used resulted in the effect of it appearing green.
Viruz: "Just a few things..."
He laid took it off and laid it down on the table, nearly everything had been modified somehow to improve it, even the mask he had. He tossed the mask to Harry, inside he had modified it to detect heat-signatures through solid objects as well as motion sensors, telling him of which way any fast-moving projectile is heading towards him. He had taken the flame-thrower system on the back of his sky-stick and modified it slightly, allowing it so that when it isn't in use as a weapon, the power used for it doubles back through to the thrusters for an extra boost. The modifications were simple, but time-consuming... and very beneficial.
Viruz: "I've been modifying your equipment, your beginning designs were good, but they just needed a little bit more work. My suits simple, I only need it to regulate my power at safe levels... so its already optimized for what its needed for."
It was quite obvious he had a few more modifications in store for his equipment, but it was going to take a lot longer to perform them, time which Drakken wasn't exactly willing to give up just yet.
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Post by Harry Osborn on May 27, 2007 0:09:11 GMT -5
Harry jumped slightly as the green flame blasted out of the glove's palm. The glass he was carrying slipped from his grasp, but recovering quickly, he was able to save the water before it crashed to the floor. Vlad looked pleased with himself and extinguished the flame, "Just a few things."
"No joke," Harry breathed as he caught the mask. He set the water down on a nearby table and put his modified mask on, testing its new abilities. Now this is cool.
"Thanks," Harry commented as he slipped the mask off. "This stuff was mostly finished by the time I got to it. I figured that my father had been working on updating his equipment before he..." Harry trailed off. He wasn't sure how much Vlad knew about Norman Osborn's true identity, though he assumed Vlad had seen enough from the lair to draw his own conclusions. But still, if Harry didn't have to touch on his father's, or for that matter, the Green Goblin's legacy, he wasn't going to.
Attempting to shift the discussion, Harry asked, "so what is you're deal anyhow? How'd you wind up with that whole," he waved his finger in the air, "energy controlling power, if you don't mind me askin' of course."
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Post by Drakken Kane on May 28, 2007 1:35:28 GMT -5
Drakken just shrugged as Harry questioned him about his power, he placed his hand over the sky-stick, suddenly electricity streamed from each finger-tip, each one touching a component of it that was still de-attached, suddenly it was all put together in the blink of an eye. He grasped it and put it back onto its rack.
Drakken: "Well, I was starting research on a way to create a re-newable energy source, one that would draw in the electrical energy as it was outputted back into it as quickly as it discharged it.... but like many brilliant projects, mine ran out of funding when I had no money left of my family inheritance."
His hair was still dark, only the tips of his bangs had begun to show the effects of his energy use, turning it slightly white. The use of his energy was the apparent source that changed his appearance so drastically.
Viruz: "So basically I was forced to scrap the more high-end safety features just to pay for the necessary containment field... the sacrifice of safety resulted in my containment field becoming unstable, unleashing a massive wave that ultimately altered my very molecules that I'm composed of, the result... a living power-house of electrical energy."
Upon finishing his explination he tossed Harry a bundle of some sort of injection, automatic release upon skin contact. Inside each glass tubing was some sort of glowing green substance, resembling that of the same liquid of the gas Harry used to gain his very power.
Viruz: "... anyways, these should help out. I studied your little gas and discovered a new way to create a temporary effect on its user. Each injection of that will double your already accelerated level of strength... unfortunately I wasn't able to stop the detiorating effects on your mind, so with each one of those injections your mind is going to begin an ever-growing increased rate, slipping into madness... figuratively speaking."
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Post by Harry Osborn on May 28, 2007 23:05:52 GMT -5
"Won't that be fun," Harry sneered sarcastically. He meant it as a joke, but Harry knew how serious the matter truly was. His father had obviously lost all sibilance of his former self by the time of his death. All that had remained was the Goblin.
Luckily, Harry had been more successful in sorting out the two persona's; his and the Goblin's. But he'd be a lair if he denied the fact that even now, not that long after his first treatment of the gas, Harry was indeed having trouble with is mental state of mind. The visions and nightmares were evidence of that. Harry knew it was only a matter of time before he too slipped into insanity like his father.
Setting the vials down, careful not to knock them together, Harry said, "These will make it easier to fight off Venom...now that he's back. Thanks for tryin' to figure out that...insanity deal. I'm not sure if that will ever be solved though." Harry paused to take a sip of water, "if you're looking to try your research again, I'm sure the scientists at OsCorp will be all too happy to take a look at it. They're some of the best on the planet, and if they can't figure it out...then nobody can."
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Post by Drakken Kane on May 30, 2007 15:42:27 GMT -5
Harry must've forgotten that it wasn't OsCorp anymore... atleast not for awhile it wouldn't be. Drakken had already begun to design a plan to explain the return of Harry Osborn, one that would seem quite acceptable to most... Harry was already beginning to experience the side-effects of the gas, quite apparent by the slashed picture of his father earlier that day.
Viruz: "I've already begun to initiate it once again, signed the paper-work yesterday. I suggest we bring you back to 'world of the living' soon. The reason I can only think of is to tell them that you needed a break from the business world... so you faked your death."
That was a simple and probably quite believable thing, since Harry really hadn't had a break from work ever since he inherited the company, a fate that is often becoming of those who run a large company...
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Post by Harry Osborn on May 30, 2007 22:58:35 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah. That's actually a good idea." Harry had momentarily forgotten that the world thought of him as dead. That fact had been heavy on his mind last night of course, since it was last night that he'd come back to life. But in the past few minutes since he'd awoken from his uneasy sleep, the little fact that everyone he knew thought he was dead had slipped his mind. It was such a hard concept to fathom for he was right here, breathing and talking.
He actually liked the idea of coming back to the 'world of the living.' He could just imagine strutting into OsCorp's main lobby, waving a hello at the receptionist--who'd hopefully spill her coffee down her $500 designer dress--and continue up to the top floors where the board members had their offices. Harry wished he could have a camera to snap a picture of their faces upon seeing a dead man walking.
Of course, going back to the life he had before could create its own set of problems. He'd never enjoyed having all that responsibility, the responsibility of owning, working in, and overseeing projects, on his shoulders. Looking back, Harry had no doubt that having all that responsibility was one of the many factors that led him to be so bitter and hostile to his friends and coworkers.
But the other major factor that led him to be so hostile, had been resolved. Harry now knew the truth about Peter's involvement with his father's death, and so his personal vendetta to bring Spider-Man down was over. With that out of the way, Harry was sure he could shoulder the burdens of being the sole benefactor to OsCorp.
"If you don't mind though, I'd like to wait another day before dropping that particular bomb upon the world. There's a friend...or two...that I'd like to get a hold of and tell them what's happened before they see it on the nightly news."
The friends Harry was talking about were of course, Pete and Mary Jane. Throughout the years they had been his only true friends, and especially with all the crap he had put them through over the last couple of years, crap he'd no right putting them through, Harry thought he owned it to them to tell them face-to-face that he was back. Not only that, but tell them that he was looking to atone any way he could with them.
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Post by Drakken Kane on Jun 26, 2007 10:10:14 GMT -5
He gave him a smile and then lifted up a new goblin bomb and pushed the button, allowing it to open without igniting. Inside were several hundred sharp-pointed objects which upon explosion, would send them igniting out at his opponents.
Viruz: "Well heres a new bomb for you too, they are loaded with tranquilizers since this whole hero thing means we can't exactly kill anyone. Better to put them asleep so the authorities can deal with them later."
He then closed it and sat it down on the table. He yawned and then began to walk back to the beds.
Viruz: "Well you do what you have to do, I'm going to bed."
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Post by Harry Osborn on Jun 30, 2007 23:06:48 GMT -5
Harry looked the altered bomb over and nodded in approval. The 'hero thing' did call for more modest ways of dealing with criminals, and Harry knew from reputation that Spider-Man had never killed an opponent in battle. He was sure that the city, not to mention the police force, would frown on a so-called "hero" going around killing people left and right, even if it was for a good cause.
"Of course, if they're trying to kill you Harry, why not return the favor? It'd only be polite."
Visibly stiffening, Harry closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. He knew the voice--the voice that sounded so much like his father--was only in his head, inside the area of his brain that was affected and forever altered when he used that formula and not real. But knowing that didn't change the fact that hearing it still drove him mad...and would continue to do so.
Determined to ignore and override the voice's tempting allure, Harry replied, "Good thinking. The bombs are pretty lethal," he thought of the physical damage he had received from one of them, "or can at least be very crippling. A less harsh way to deal with the bad guys is probably a good thing."
He stood and turned in the direction Vlad was heading, "Speaking of 'bed', I realize you don't have a place to rest. You can use my father's old room if you want. It's clean, though maybe a little dusty. We can always modify another room later if you don't want to stay there." And I'd understand if you didn't, Harry thought. He knew that he'd be creeped out by sleeping in his father's old quarters, so he sympathized with Vlad. Though Vlad doesn't have some demented, cackling voice inside his mind like I do.
"I'll be back in a couple of hours," he assured Vlad as he followed him out of the lair and into the wide parlor. "I'll be on my cell if you need me," he quickly jotted his number down and turned to leave, suddenly feeling desperate to get some distance between him and the mansion, which was home to not only himself and Vlad, but all of Norman's taste of decor as well.
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