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maskormenace2017-01-03 02:23 pm
musclemothers) wrote in maskormenace2017-01-03 02:23 pm
Entry tags:
- † bucky barnes | winter soldier,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † genos | demon cyborg,
- † mitsuzane kureshima | kame rider ryuge,
- † mr. gold | rumpelstiltskin,
- † sadie doyle | n/a,
- † sherlock holmes | n/a,
- † thaddeus 'rusty' venture | doc,
- † the (twelfth) doctor | stop that,
- † tony stark | iron man
03 | VIDEO
[When the video opens, imPorts get a good sight of the top of Rusty's nose before he begins to jog backwards, revealing that the camera was set far enough away from the building to have it have a pretty damn good view of the place.
The place in question is a warehouse with its icon and the words VENTURE INDUSTRIES emblazoned on the front of the building in stylish, metallic silver letters. To be honest, the outside actually looks pretty damn impressive. He worked hard on the place.
The inside is a different story, but nobody's seeing the inside today, now, are they?]
A-hem! Good afternoon, fellow imPorts, because I have got a very big announcement to make today. I'd like to announce the formal opening of Venture Industries, a new, imPort-run R&D company. This baby right here - [he tilts his head, gesturing towards the building] - is where you'll want to go if you need a superscientist attending to your affairs. While we do a general business here, it would be neglectful of me not to mention my specialties. [Which he pronounces, this time, and this time only as spe-see-al-i-ties, because he's trying to sound fancy.] We specialize in engineering work, weaponry, and, of course, the vast field of, ah... DNA studies.
[Which is a nice way of saying that he used to have a cloning facility in his basement, but shh!]
The point being that although I've already got my hands full with government projects, I'd be more than happy to squeeze some fellow imPorts into my busy schedule. Or if any of you youngsters are looking for a truly exciting place to intern at, you have my number.
That's all. Helper, the fireworks!
[ One, solitary firework explodes over the top of the building. It looks pitiful.]
Helper!
[And then a flamethrower begins to shoot incessantly from the roof. From Helper, really, who's currently standing on the roof.]
Goddamn it, this is why I need an intern, because of your incompete--
[Of course, the feed clicks off before the general public can hear any more of Rusty's verbal flagellation of his poor, confused robot.]
[ OOC: On the off-chance that anyone's interested in the offered internship or work being done, Rusty is currently accepting interns and has government contracts for advanced weaponry with additional interests in biological warfare. Feel free to PM me for further plotting or contact me on plurk at wisdombitch! ]
The place in question is a warehouse with its icon and the words VENTURE INDUSTRIES emblazoned on the front of the building in stylish, metallic silver letters. To be honest, the outside actually looks pretty damn impressive. He worked hard on the place.
The inside is a different story, but nobody's seeing the inside today, now, are they?]
A-hem! Good afternoon, fellow imPorts, because I have got a very big announcement to make today. I'd like to announce the formal opening of Venture Industries, a new, imPort-run R&D company. This baby right here - [he tilts his head, gesturing towards the building] - is where you'll want to go if you need a superscientist attending to your affairs. While we do a general business here, it would be neglectful of me not to mention my specialties. [Which he pronounces, this time, and this time only as spe-see-al-i-ties, because he's trying to sound fancy.] We specialize in engineering work, weaponry, and, of course, the vast field of, ah... DNA studies.
[Which is a nice way of saying that he used to have a cloning facility in his basement, but shh!]
The point being that although I've already got my hands full with government projects, I'd be more than happy to squeeze some fellow imPorts into my busy schedule. Or if any of you youngsters are looking for a truly exciting place to intern at, you have my number.
That's all. Helper, the fireworks!
[ One, solitary firework explodes over the top of the building. It looks pitiful.]
Helper!
[And then a flamethrower begins to shoot incessantly from the roof. From Helper, really, who's currently standing on the roof.]
Goddamn it, this is why I need an intern, because of your incompete--
[Of course, the feed clicks off before the general public can hear any more of Rusty's verbal flagellation of his poor, confused robot.]
[ OOC: On the off-chance that anyone's interested in the offered internship or work being done, Rusty is currently accepting interns and has government contracts for advanced weaponry with additional interests in biological warfare. Feel free to PM me for further plotting or contact me on plurk at wisdombitch! ]
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There were rips in space between my world and the world that lockseeds came from. I imagine he stepped through one of these tears to harvest them and sell them in my world. They grow on trees and look just like fruit, but when you pick one while wearing the belt...
[ He pauses to put down the belt and pick up a lockseed, that looks like a padlock with a relief of grapes on the front. ]
It transforms into something like this.