11/21/2006 Subway - Line B A good meal, an excellent night's sleep, and significant progress in one's work is more than enough reason to put a man in high spirits, and though still quite tentacle-less at the moment (though not for too much longer if things continue as they are), Dr. Octavius is in one of the best mood's he's been in weeks as he makes his way down into the city subway system. Underneath the black overcoat, he's dressed in a dark green three-piece suit, and one gloved hand grasps the handle of a large briefcase -- just another businessman, right? One that doesn't remove his sunglasses even when going from the sunny street above to the dimmer environs of the subway. He walks briskly, steps clicking more or less in time with the Wagner humming along in his head. "I don't care about some stupid, girly pony!" Lance snaps at his sister angrily, crossing his arms across his chest as he hops into the subway and reaches a foamy tentacle back to snap at his sister's arm and pull her in after. "It's just some big, stupid, fat, bald loser anyway. Who cares about him?" A spoiled sneer flitters to some of the nearby passengers as Lance makes his way to a seat and hops in, scanning the room quickly and curiously as children are want to do and squinting at Octavius. Is that? No... ---------------------------------------- Short Desc: A tiny, obnoxious looking child with pale skin and dark hair and eyes. Clothing usually looks like the casual clothing any child would wear; however, he has four large tentacles coming out of his back that seem to be foam wet noodles. Two seem to be blue while a third is green and a fourth red. ImageURL: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v380/glitterfaerie42/23.jpg ---------------------------------------- Vanessa makes an annoyed noise in the depths of her throat as she's yanked behind her brother. "I care!" The high pitch of her young voice proclaims before she clears her throat, forcibly deepening the tone before continuing. "That fat jerk gave /my/ pony. MY pony to some kid who's dying anyway. Despite my warnings. Nobody ignores me and gets away with it." Her arms cross defiantly over her chest, green sheet whipping behind her as she glares at the person sitting next to her brother. Infidel! With a smirk, the person lifts from their seat, letting her sit next to Lance. Tinfoil mask crinkles with superiority as she settles more majestically into her seat. ---------------------------------------- Short Powers: Her costume consists of tinfoil wrapped around a mask that she wears, and green sheets that have been cut into something resembling a cloak, resembling, in an odd sort of fashion, Doctor Doom. There is also a pair of gloves that have laser pointers on the tip of each pointer finger. They're normal laser pointers and do nothing beyond annoy people. And of course, make you blink when she points them in your eyes. She also weilds a bubble gun. Just.. a normal bubble gun. It shoots bubbles. But we all know how much bubbles can sting when they get in your eyes. Vanessa completely believes that the mask with the tin foil on it blocks out telepaths. It doesn't, but she certainly believes it does. Short Desc: An eight year old girl with curly brown hair and bright, blue eyes. If she's dressed normally it's usually in a fluffy dress with a pair of tights and mary-janes. Otherwise she's in the costume noted in the short-powers section. ---------------------------------------- ImageURL: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v380/glitterfaerie42/Icons/Vanessa.jpg ---------------------------------------- As Lance peers at the oddly familiar man in the dark glasses and green suit, he finds himself being stared at right back, the quietly smug half-smile dipping first into an incredulous frown and then a derisive sneer. A boy with mock tentacles and a girl in a tinfoil Doom mask. Children. Pah. "Well /I/ don't care about your stupid pony and some dying idiot!" Lance wheels towards his sister, setting his tiny jaw aside angrily as he turns back to study Otto. His head tilts with thought- ah! The sneer. The eyes behind Lance's goggles widen with anxiety as he shuffles quickly through his pockets. "Nessa Nessa Nessa! Give me a piece of paper or something!" He says, his nose wrinkling as he turns to a nearby businessman and slugs him in the hip. "Hey, hey, hey! Give me a napkin or paper or somethin' or I'll scream." "I'll /make/ you care if you keep being a jerk about it." Vanessa declares with a wild glint in the blue eyes behind the mask. Don't ever test Doom! Same goes for the mini-version. "I don't have any paper, jerkface. And it's DOOM, /Squid/." she sneers. They are in costume after all. Her eyes lift to try and figure out what he's getting all excited about, landing on Otto. Slightly familiar, but it doesn't click for her as quickly as it might her brother. "What are you sneering at, tubby." Otto Octavius might deign to take the subway when circumstances call for it (and, really, who would expect to see Doctor Octopus using public transportation?), but bandy words with /children/? Then again, he's rarely failed to take the verbal bait when /Spider-Man/ offers it, so... "Is there a reason that you two are not in school?" The sneer hardly relents, and the grating, authoritative voice wouldn't sound out of place in a principal's office. Brushing his sister's comments aside, Lance successfully gets a dirty look and a piece of scrap paper from the businessman. He's very, very quick to turn back around as Vanessa addresses Otto. No, no. "What?! No! No, no...she didn't um..." Lance pauses and steps between Vanessa and Doc Ock with a pout. "She's a dumbass. Don't listen to her! We have the week off 'cause of thanksgiving and...and..." He pauses, grinding his heel into the ground bashfully and thrusting his paper up towards Otto. "Could I please have your autograph?! Pretty please? With sugar and reactors on top?" A sugary, innocent smile is offered up beside the request. Vanessa's brows lift ever so deftly behind her mask as Lance calls her a dumbass to some stranger. Oh no he did /not/ just say that. She rises from her seat, stepping up close enough to her brother to jam a thumb, hard, into the back of his spine. "Do not insult me before these.. these PEONS." She growls into his ear, though her eyes remain fixed on Otto, glaring. Autograph? THAT is Doc Ock? "Aren't you supposed to have tentacles?" Otto is taken aback for a second or two at Lance's request, then smiles -- slow and cunning and crooked, preeningly superior. Ah-hah. Recognition and admiration, exactly what he deserves. (Though a man with more self-consciousness or less ego would probably not find it half so gratifying to get said admiration from a boy with water-noodles coming out of his back.) "And aren't you supposed to be taller... Victor? Or is it Victoria?" He's humoring her, and cuts a smirking glance at young Lance to include the boy on the joke even as he reaches into an inside pocket of his coat. Lance positively beams at the attention and turns a glare over his shoulder. One of the tentacles swings back and wraps Vanessa's throat and contricts; happening to be spongy enough to do nothing but restrain her and smell funny. Another mismatched tentacle raises to give her a spiteful noogie. "Shut up! He's the smartest guy alive! Maybe he didn't want them!" Vanessa gacks and flails as the noodle wraps around her throat. Glaring eyes turn back to her brother as she lifts a hand and starts flashing laser pointers directly into his eyes. "Unhand me." She demands, gasping as her 'hood' is messed with. "You know that's bobby pinned iiiin." she whines and kicks her brother in the shin, unwinding herself from the noodles. Hands lift to straighten out her hood, turning an annoyed glance back at Otto. Though his attemt to tickle her ego works, shoulders straightening, lips twitching into a cocky grin. "You didn't answer my question." To Lance. "Not. Where's /his/ country?" Several of the other passengers in the subway car, few as they are, are watching this little scene with amusement. Oh, like that's /really/ Doctor Octopus. Ha ha. Kids are funny. Dr. Octavius snorts at Vanessa's remark as he takes a rather sleek and expensive-looking black pen from his coat. "Why settle for one backwater nation when one can grasp the /world/?" he retorts to the girl in the tinfoil mask. He props the paper against his briefcase as he scrawls his name across it. Fond memories of young Carolyn, years and years ago. She displayed the same eager admiration as the goggled boy does now. Preen. "There you are, young man," he says, offering the paper -- and the pen! -- to Lance with a nefarious grin. Lance crows victoriously as the tentacles unwind and he carefully takes paper and pen, eyeing the instrument of writing as if it were the holy grail. "Thanks!" He almost screams, glaring back at Vanessa in agreement with Doctor Octopus. "Yeah! They're just a buncha smelly europeans anyway!" Teeth flash beneath the oversized goggles as Lance smiles up at Otto and slowly backs away, stumbling as the subway grinds to a halt and throwing his tentacles down for support. "Compose yourself Kid Squid, you're acting like a five year old girl that just met Barbie." Vanessa growls, eyes rolling. This is so unfair. How come Lance gets to meet his idol and she doesn't?? There will be much foot stomping and door slamming later. "I didn't know you'd grasped the world. Oh wait.." He hasn't. Atleast Doom has something to show for all his work! Hah. Her fingers wrap around one of the metal poles, keeping her upright as the train jerks. Otto chuckles at Lance's antics, though remarks dryly, "The, hm, Lady Doom is quite right. If you wish to emulate the great Dr. Octavius, do strive to comport yourself with a bit of dignity." "I will! I mean...um...I /will/." Lance replies, emulating the best villainous sneer he can muster. It /kind/ of works. For a child. "Thanks, Doctor...come on, Nessa. We gotta go." He mutters over his back, walking out the open doors as rigidly as possible. "See what happens if you ever meet Doom..." Lady Doom? "It's Doctor-ess Doom." Nessa preens. THough she does kind of like the sound of Lady Doom. Has a certain ring to it. "Yeah, Squid, dignity. And you'll have to start packing on the pounds." She mutters and starts following her brother out. "It was a ../pleasure/, Ock." She drawls before bowing out of the subway in true, Doom fashion. "Bet I'd handle it better than you." The bickering can be heard from the patrons within the car even once the doors have closed. Otto chuckles throatily, watching them leave. Even the snotty remark about his weight doesn't get to him. The Octopus is /quite/ amused, all things considered, though the back of his mind is idly considering exactly how the boy is controlling his water-noodle 'tentacles'. And if it would be even more amusing to equip him with a slightly more effective set. Hmmm. He tucks the idea away for another time and turns his mental attention back to more pressing issues as he continues on his way, via subway and later disused tunnels, to the various villainous errands that keep a man like him occupied.