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Post by Madame HYDRA on Jan 23, 2017 3:30:52 GMT -5
Furious swear words in German were muttered as the leader of HYDRA stormed down the stairs of Vajdahunyad Castle. Terrible news had just reached the base of not one, but two meetings in Latveria. Meetings that did not bode well for the fate of HYDRA at all. First, she'd heard that Doom had met with Namor, prince of Atlantis. Now she hears that the Trickster God of Asgard made a return to Midgard and rekindled his friendship with the monarch. With such allies, HYDRA could hardly stand a chance and she knew it.
Viper slipped into a secret passage that she had discovered upon relocating to this base and continued her descent down, down into the depths. She hardly had any gods she could turn to, and because of the Red Skull's ties to the Nazis there weren't any mutants that wanted any part of HYDRA. The Great War left them with no weapons, no cache, no money, no allies, and no traction to get back on their feet. Red Skull's disappearance was just the icing on the cake to throw her troops into chaos. It had taken until now to finally feel like they were making progress again, and now she finds out Doom is making alliances with GODS?
With an aggravated huff, she entered into the sub-basement, the unknown part of the castle that she could come to think. She came here for one reason, and that was Dr. Karl Ruprecht Kroenen. His body had been found frozen in Romania, and she could hardly leave him there. She had him brought here, and began working on a method to reanimate him. Technology borrowed from Nikola Tesla had been assembled, but she always hesitated to bring her fellow scientist back to the realm of the living. Not out of fear, but out of doubt. Was there a reason to?
She stepped up to the animation chamber and looked up at the familiar mask. "What am I to do, Karl?" she asked, as though asking him if she should flip the switch. "Doom may be at my door before I know it. I fear my grip may be slipping. HYDRA once used to span the globe, and now look at us. Reduced to nothing." She grit her teeth and clenched her fists, looking away for a moment, analyzing her options. "You could help us. You are no god, but you are our only hope at survival."
Set on her decision, she stepped over to the switch and flipped it. Electricity crackled and it drew power from the rest of the castle to reverse the freezing process. Though still filled with doubt, Madame HYDRA never blinked or looked away. Until the door to the animation chamber swung open, she wanted to watch for any sign that something wasn't going right. As soon as that door was open, though, she switched the machine off and stood at attention, ready to see if the reanimation had worked.
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Post by Kroenen on Jan 23, 2017 14:35:24 GMT -5
The night is dark. The night is quiet.
It was a blissful....gentle....long sleep that Kroenen endured when he had encased himself in a section of ice in Romania that night. He had returned to Buchenwald, the site of so many of his greatest experiments, to find it a ruin. Perfectly useable bodies blown into unrecognizable pieces. That would not do. The Allies had bombed the entire place to rubble. All his fine work.
Ruined. All of his research ruined.
That night was dark. That night was quiet.
It seemed most fitting that he preserve himself for the future. That he not be found. After carefully salvaging what remained of his so carefully crafted corpse, made from the body of a gassed Romani man and preserved using special vials of his own making, the man's teeth so meticulously arranged so as to resemble his own, Kroenen had left that body to be found in the walls of Buchenwald. But not before setting it ablaze, an unrecognizable husk save for the teeth to examine. Thus did medical records show that Karl Ruprecht Kroenen was dead.
But not dead. Sleeping. In the same uniform, bearing the same colors he always had. The colors of his Fuhrer.
His thoughts as he slept in the ice had gone through space and time, witnessing in quiet gratification the horrors he had inflicted upon the world. It was a beautiful dance, a wonderful nightmare. He felt so at peace.
And then the ice cracked. So did his dreams. They shifted, he could no longer see them clearly, as if a reel of film had broken, giving way to a blinding white light. The light dimmed. Turned green. The green of the lenses of his gas mask, so tightly fitted to his face. His vision was blurred as he collapsed to his knees with a loud clang on the ground of what felt like steel. It was wet. It was cold. He could feel that even through his gloves. He was slowed. He felt it.
But Kroenen stood, the steam from the warmth mixing with the cold poured out of the doorway in front of him. He casually reached a hand in through the breast of his tunic and turned the key which wound his clockwork heart. It was so perfectly sealed, so well manufactured by his own hands, that no water had gotten inside. It clicked and began to tick dryly as he stepped out of the doorway of the chamber. He was in a dark room he did not recognize as he looked around, his gas mask breathing slowly along with his mechanical heartbeat.
His eyes then settled on a figure before him. A woman. He recognized the woman. Ophelia Sarkissian, former colleague under Hitler's Reich. He stood immediately at attention, but did not offer any salute. Kroenen considered that he did not know what year it might be. Where he might be. If such a gesture would be appropriate. It would be best not to assume. He looked her up and down and nodded to her.
"Sarkissian..." came the garbled voice through the mask.
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Post by Madame HYDRA on Jan 24, 2017 2:10:26 GMT -5
During the whole process, Viper was unable to avoid the slightest smirk. It was working. The moment Kroenen stood, she knew the machine was a success. Her friend and colleague was, in fact, alive. Well, as alive as he had ever been. It filled her with a sick sense of hope, seeing him wind the clockwork in his heart the way he used to. This was the best thing to happen to HYDRA in a long time, and she would be sure this would not go to waste.
He stood at attention and she nodded graciously. "Karl." Her voice was sweet, welcoming. "You are a sight for sore eyes." She was not used to someone failing to salute her anymore, though she realized he likely didn't know what year it was or if it was even appropriate. As such, a briefing was probably in order. She took a few steps toward him, stopping at a comfortable distance from him.
"I imagine you would like to know where you are." She smiled, hair falling a little bit more into her face than it normally did. "You are in the sub basements of Vajdahunyad Castle in Budapest, Hungary. This is one of HYDRA's bases. I had you brought here after you were found in Romania." Arms clasped behind her back, she tilted her head to the side. "The War is over. Germany fell. Der Fuhrer took his own life and Germany surrendered to the Allies." She was almost surprised at the bitterness in her voice. She walked closer to Kroenen and removed the Swastika from his lapel. "Germany has since been conquered by Latveria's monarch, Victor Von Doom. HYDRA is all that remains of the Third Reich. Well, the scientific part of it, anyway."
She examined some of the medals on his chest and eyed them carefully. Many of them were German military, and Doom had seen to it that they were now useless. She looked him in the eye, through the lens of the gas mask, and stood proudly. "I have risen through the ranks. I now run HYDRA. Doom, however, has dedicated himself to eradicating us for our ties to Hitler, and evidently the alliance I tried to strike with him has fallen sour. I'd like to offer you a position among HYDRA's ranks, if you will help us toward regaining our former glory."
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Post by Kroenen on Jan 24, 2017 2:44:28 GMT -5
Kroenen took all of this in, never letting his eyes move from Madame HYDRA before him. Surely that was her title now, as the head of the organization. He bowed his head to her as she explained his situation.
As she went on, the curious reality set in. Germany had fallen? Of course it had. He never fully understood his master's obsession with the Aryan race. As Kroenen had grown older, he had come to find that they were just as frail as any other human kind. All imperfect. Many could not indeed survive perfection. But Kroenen could. Kroenen was perfect. The beings he had spoken with in his darkened dreams told him as much.
He removed his cap slowly, holding it at his ribcage as was usually customary when removing it. He stared straight ahead once again as his old colleague removed one of his badges. Mere trinkets. They meant nothing to him, now even less so with the death of Adolf Hitler. Kroenen idly wondered what strange bumps and odd ridges he might find along Hitler's brain...that would be an interesting experiment to conduct. Interesting indeed.
His thoughts were interrupted when Madame HYDRA offered him a position in the new organization. For a new world. He gave a nod, his chin resting on the base of his neck before it went erect again. Kroenen was usually a man of few words, but he knew that some were occasionally required of him and this seemed to be one such moment.
"Heil HYDRA." he rasped.
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Post by Madame HYDRA on Feb 3, 2017 4:53:26 GMT -5
Viper was very careful to observe Kroenen's reactions as she spoke, and was surprised to feel sincere relief when he showed little reaction at all to the news that Germany had fallen. Perhaps they thought more alike than she knew. Viper never cared about Hitler's genocide or his Aryan race. As far as she was concerned, all that mattered was science and the expansion of HYDRA. Whether it was because she thirsted for power, she had no idea, but she knew that HYDRA had once spanned the continents and she would see to it that it could see its former glory again.
And hearing those words from Kroenen did her soul some good. She managed a calculated smile and reached up to remove the Iron Cross decorating her new ally's collar. "Your rank as Lieutenant Colonel will be restored to you, and I will see to it that you have full access to our facilities at all times. I have been acting as commander and head scientist, and I simply cannot fulfill both duties effectively. As it is, I believe you are the head scientist I have been hoping for."
As she spoke she idly removed Nazi memorabilia from Kroenen's uniform, setting them on the table. She paused at the parade dagger he wore on his belt, admittedly curious to see more of the details. After all, it had always been improper of her to stare too long during the war. Now, she was far less concerned with propriety. She removed it and looked at it for a moment, curiosity sated almost surprisingly fast. Setting it down, she set her eyes back upon her colleague, a soft smirk playing at her lips. Things still weren't ideal for her conflict with Doom, but they were certainly starting to lean back in her favor.
"If you like, I can give you the tour and show you the equipment you will be working with." She took a step back and gestured to the door that led back to the rest of the castle. "If you will follow me." She clasped her hands behind her back and started making her way out the door and up the stairs, leading him through the secret passage. It wasn't terribly long before the passage ended with a wall. Viper pushed the wall gently and it opened up into a hallway.
She quietly led him to the labs, which were outfitted with far more technologically advanced equipment than the Nazis had used. It was one of the things she prided herself on, was her ability to push HYDRA further into the sciences. "This is where you shall be working," she announced, paying little mind to the scientists that stared at Kroenen. As a sort of side thought, she looked at them, and they all snapped to attention. "Everyone, this is your new head scientist, Dr. Kroenen. You will treat him with respect, or you will answer to him. I'm sure you'll decide for yourself if that is preferable to answering to me."
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Post by Kroenen on Feb 6, 2017 1:19:49 GMT -5
So this was a castle indeed...curious. Kroenen had spent most of his time during the War in castles, but this one was far better tended to. As he followed Madame HYDRA along the corridors and passageways, he found himself considering how lovely his music might sound echoing through one of the many rooms of this place. It then occurred to him that he did not have his gramophone with him. Nor indeed his precious Wagner records. Still, he had a task to do and the focus was on the now.
And the future.
When Madame HYDRA showed him into the laboratory, Kroenen looked around at the equipment. It fascinated him. It was so much more advanced than what he had worked with or even invented himself. He walked over to one of the many large tubes full of some bubbling fluid. He could not smell it through his gas mask, but it appeared to be familiar enough. He ran his hand down the glass as his mistress introduced him, after which he spun on his heel and clicked them together, settling quickly and mechanically into an at-attention stance. He moved between the scientists, looming over them with his tall but absurdly thin frame, his coat hanging off of him like a garment perched on a wire fence. He held the back of a clenched fist before one of the scientists, who had been eyeing him in amusement.
THRANG.
A blade slid out from beneath Kroenen's sleeve of his coat, atop his forearm. The scientist yelped for a moment and all the others bristled. Kroenen could feel it. He let the steel shine against the spectacles of the scientist before him, then calmly sheathing the weapon. It seemed a simple demonstration. He turned to Madame HYDRA and gave her a curt nod to indicate that this seemed sufficient. He now would await instruction.
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Post by BabyDoll on Feb 6, 2017 1:55:29 GMT -5
Alexis sat in the great hall, brushing the hair of one of her many spy dolls. Giving a soft sigh she placed the doll down before connecting her mind to it and making it run about the room on its cloth crafted limbs. The doll ran in three quick circles before bending to her will again, dancing to her will as she watched with an unamused pout.
This was it, the most intelligent five-year-old on earth... was bored. She could spend countless hours naming all the elements of the periodic table and how they reacted with one another, Recite perfectly all of the plays she has ever read, go over all the ways to perfectly kill a man. Yet, Alexis for the life of her, could not fight boredom. The one true curse of being a genius truly was being a genius in itself. With a small huff, she let the doll drop to the floor as her mind severed the link between her and the construct.
Glancing to her escort, a smirk found it's way to her small lips as she noticed the bumbling fool was asleep. Well, it's not her fault her babysitter fell asleep, now is it? What was that saying again? She's heard it somewhere before... Ah, yes!
While the cat's away, the mice shall play. She was no little mouse and the currently snoring-like-a-grizzly-guzzling-a-chainsaw man was no cat. But it got her idea across. Connecting her mind to her doll once more, sending it out the great hall and into various rooms before it caught the sound of those pesky scientists talking amongst themselves.
Slowly standing from her spot, she backed out the great hall to follow the path her doll had walked before her. Perhaps, it's time for some fun with her favorite toys. It wasn't long before she reached the lab door, and of course, her little toys had yet to notice her. "This will do nicely," she thought to herself.
Just as she was about to have her doll run into the room and scream like a banshee a familiar voice had seized all movement and thought. But what is that with her? It looks like a giant wind-up toy. Listening closely to her mother left a bad taste.
The toy is the new head scientist. There was an ever growing hatred, Alexis possessed for the scientist she had to entertain. Now one has come and replaced her Mother. Just as she was about to continue her wicked idea from earlier, the man had struck fear into a most troublesome toy.
Watching the idiotic lot stiffen to a bristle had caused a small giggle to bubble forth and lose of concentration, causing the cloth doll to fall open the tiled flooring earning her many scientists to look her way. Some with confused expressions and others a glare of recognition.
Well, looks like a mouse can only play if said mouse is quiet.
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Post by Madame HYDRA on Feb 18, 2017 20:04:36 GMT -5
Viper stood quietly by as Kroenen made his example. She was glad he did. Her scientists needed to be reminded that their pride was not a priority in HYDRA's mission statement. She nodded back at her new lead scientist and was about to speak when she heard a familiar giggle. She turned and saw the 5 year old child standing, looking pleased with herself.
Frankly, she couldn't blame the other scientists for their look of irritation. The child's guard had apparently lapsed in his duties again and needed to be taught a lesson. Now the child was poised to try to ruin yet another day's work in the labs. It had been a complaint she'd heard far too often, and no matter what she'd tried to do, she couldn't amuse the girl enough to prevent her from causing mischief. It was starting to grate on her nerves.
Still, she smiled and walked over to her, gently picking her up and resting her on her hip. She brushed the girl's hair out of her face and lifted her chin delicately so their eyes met before she gestured at Kroenen. "This is our new head scientist, Dr. Karl Kroenen. He's going to take good care of you." When she looked back at Kroenen, she bounced the child on her hip and smiled a mother's smile. "This is Subject 2. Alexis. She is Operative Babydoll. One of your jobs here will be to monitor her and try to understand her powers." She glanced around and sighed. "And, it seems I will have to find another guard for her."
She turned to her scientists and looked out at all of them, clicking her heels to bring them all to attention. It snapped them out of their frustrated daze and they lined the main walkway, evenly spaced out as they'd be for inspection. When everyone was in place, she set Alexis back down, kissed the top of her head, and clasped her hands behind her back. "Now, if there is anyone that has any complaints about these new developments, please speak up. Otherwise, I hand command over to Kroenen."
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Post by Kroenen on Feb 18, 2017 20:26:28 GMT -5
This all pleased Kroenen. The men responded to fear.
His greatest weapon.
Kroenen reached into his tunic on his chest and turned the key hidden under it three times, the ticking that always went with him picking up pace again rhythmically. He appreciated the rhythm of clocks. The precision. The perfection.
He began to move about among the scientists, straightening their posture as needed and soaking up the uncertainty and terror in their eyes. It felt like the old days.
Kroenen turned to Madame HYDRA as he finished down the line and crept over to the little girl near her, looking down at her.
"Subject 2." he said mechanically in reply as his hollow lenses of his gas mask looked at the young girl, "Operative Babydoll."
What a curious little thing. This girl? In need of monitoring? What sort of powers could she hold that would cause the men subservient to him so flustered? His head jerked up to look at Madame HYDRA again.
"What is Subject 1?" he inquired as he slowly stood.
He had not realized that there might be multiple subjects for him to monitor and perfect. How wonderful. He felt his curiosity surge through his brain. He was certain the sensation went down to his very fingers and toes as it used to. When he could still feel his fingers and his toes.
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Post by BabyDoll on Feb 18, 2017 22:22:47 GMT -5
Alexis smiled up to her mother, she always loved being near her and receiving loving gestures. Still, the news of some large wind up toy replacing her Mother as head scientist caused a slight pout to form as she was placed upon the ground.
She will make his days as head scientist as hellish as the powers given to her. Already, dozens of tricks and sabotage plots began to weave in her ever-buzzing mind. Yes, this will the most fun playtime yet.
She knew the look the toy gave her too well. A little thought ran into her head causing a small, wicked smile to curl on her lips. "He's curious of me... I'll make him cautious of me."
Just then the scrawniest of the scientist bunch had let out the most unpleasant shreech his throat could manage. He began running about squirming and begging for someone to "Get it off!" as he hit at his clothes. The others either shooting glares toward a shocked acting Alexis or running after the scrawny man in attempt to help him.
"That shall teach him to not take my blood without asking Mommy." She thought. Just as quickly as the doll hand climbed up the man's leg, it fell to the floor surrounded by chaotic and frantic movement before making it's escape into a nearby briefcase.
Alexis continued to act shocked and frightened as the scientists kept running about frantically hitting at their screaming college, even going as far as to slightly cower behind her Mother.
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Post by Kroenen on Feb 18, 2017 22:45:09 GMT -5
Idiots.
Kroenen wasted no time, he stormed over to the briefcase where the offending object had come from and drew it out, stamping it onto the floor with his boot harshly and repeatedly, causing all of the scientists to stop their squawking and look at him.
With an inhuman growl he moved over toward the initial scientist who had broken rank and the man in the gas mask slid his blade from his cuff, cutting the scientist down in one swift swipe.
The man slumped over, dead, his head rolling from his shoulders.
In loud, garbled German Kroenen pointed to the scientists, then to the corpse.
"PRESERVE THE HEAD IMMEDIATELY AND KEEP THE BODY IN SUSPENSION," he barked, "THIS FOOLISHNESS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED IN MY LABORATORY ANY LONGER."
His head snapped around to the child. She had done this. The little one.
He looked at her intently and pointed at her in turn.
"AND YOU," he growled, "THIS WILL NOT CONTINUE, SUBJECT 2. IS THIS UNCLEAR?"
His blades sheathed into his cuffs in one deft move. Kroenen did not care what this girl meant to his superior officer. She was his subject to monitor. And so she would obey his rules or be punished for them. Kroenen had no shred of humanity left in him save for his love of music. He had no compassion. Not a care at all for the horror he might unleash on one so young.
She would be perfect.
They would all be perfect.
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Post by Madame HYDRA on Feb 20, 2017 14:30:38 GMT -5
Viper's eyes were alight with anger as she watched the chaos unfold in front of her. The woman was proud of her base, and her labs, and she was less than thrilled that this child thought it would be amusing to turn it all on its head. Her jaw clenched, biting back the urge to scream and shout. Perhaps it was a good thing Jessica wasn't here. There would be another temper to deal with.
She watched as Kroenen cut down the distraction, pointedly not looking at Alexis as she pretended to hide behind her legs. She was privy to these games the child would play, and they were her least favorite thing about her. She glanced to one of her personal guards and motioned deftly for them to find Alexis' guard and bring him to her. The guard disappeared through the door and Viper turned her attention to Alexis.
The anger was clear on her face. She didn't often let it show, but when she did, it turned her face into a monstrous shadow of itself. She snarled, fangs catching the light as she grabbed Alexis' arm. "My scientists have told me about your pranks, and I chose not to believe them. Now, you dare pull this in front of me?" There was almost a serpentine hiss from deep within the commander's throat as she knelt down to be at eye level with the child. "This is a direct order from your mother. You will do everything Kroenen requests of you. If this ever happens again, I will leave your punishment to him. He is in charge of keeping my vision of the labs, and that vision does not include your antics. Do I make myself clear?"
Without waiting for an answer, she released Alexis harshly and stood. As if on cue, her guard returned with Alexis', and he looked frightened. He'd fallen asleep on the job, and he knew what that meant. Completely blank from expression, Viper stepped toward him and let a knife fall from her sleeve, slicing through his throat in a single motion. She turned back to Alexis again, a cold glare in her eyes. "This is the third guard I've had to kill because of you. One more, and you will be confined to your cell indefinitely."
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Post by BabyDoll on Feb 24, 2017 7:44:44 GMT -5
Well this didn't go as planned, then again anything she did for emotions never went well. Kroenen seeing her doll was not expected, the chaos that had happened was an unthought of variable for sure. She wanted a minor burst of chaos not all of this madness.
Watching the scientist fall to the ground served another surprise, he was the least useful of the staff and was her least favourite of the idiots when it came to brains. Then again to Alexis only two people in the entire base could be respected out of all the HYDRA members, one she had noticed seeming to be boiling in front of her.
As she had begun to slowly inch from her Mother's side the construct man had walked toward her causing unamusing thoughts to swirl through her head as her faced fixed with a blank mask, the electrons of her mind firing off like poprocks. Her mind working at it's second most intense as she begun to hyper process the situation.
"Do not show any emotions, He enjoys fear. You are a doll, They are you and You are them. You-" She was snapped from her processing of Kroenen to her Mother as her arm was grabbed. Her mind taking in every detail of anger without her permission. Her face continued to show a cold mask, only her eyes flicking across her Mother's features to show she was very much in the situation.
The harsh letting go of her arm had nearly shattered her mask before she had crushed the scream before it could surface. Her mind working this much was always a double edge sword. On the one hand she could process and learn at amazing speeds, on the other, everything was tripled.
While there was no real harm done, the message her nerves had sent toward her brain had been processed as broken.
As her guard fell to the ground her mind was scrambling to run. Slipping from her consciousness she begun connecting her mind to all of the dolls Hydra had within it's walls. Her eyes glowing a bright blue as her senses grew numb within her body.
The voice of her Mother sounding far away but still understandable. This was how she coped, this was the limit of her power without causing harm to herself.
An emotionless voice spoke from the tattered and ruined doll Kroenen had stomped on, "Yes, Madam HYDRA."
This would take some recovering.
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Post by Kroenen on Feb 26, 2017 17:32:36 GMT -5
Kroenen was not pleased with this development.
This child.
This Subject.
He would never tolerate displays such as this from his patients. Not in any of the camps he had ever overseen. It would not do. It was an imperfect way to manage anything or anyone.
He kept his eyes fixed on the young girl. She was hiding something. She was steeling herself.
This also would not do.
In his many long, tormented years Kroenen always had fear as one of his greatest weapons. He could almost feel it in his bones when he would look at his victims...his patients....and this Subject 2. But she was hiding it. Or trying to.
This would not do at all.
In the time that Kroenen had spent in devising the perfection of his own body, and the torment of others if he saw it necessary to bring about his ultimate goals for them, he found that fear was something all creatures kept close to themselves, like a secret they would hide away.
Kroenen was excellent at tapping into that secret chamber, unlocking that hidden door.
Moving slowly and steadily toward the girl and her caretaker, the Madame HYDRA, Kroenen loomed over her and peered into the girl's large eyes. His gas mask breathed steadily in and out, filtering out the germs in the room. His eyes, hidden behind the black empty lenses of his mask, looked the girl over in detail.
He could see that the girl was not frail. Her will was strong. Not strong enough. But strong.
This was good.
This would do.
He looked back up to Madame HYDRA and stood to his full height again.
"Forgive the interruption, Madame," he said in his garbled German, "If this is Subject 2, what then is Subject 1?"
Kroenen was not capable of giddiness, but if he were, he was certain he would be feeling it. Anticipation at bringing two new specimens to perfection.
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Post by Madame HYDRA on Mar 16, 2017 14:23:14 GMT -5
Viper sighed, seeing Alexis clam up the way she did. She had made her point and there was nothing more to gain from remaining angry. She bent down and picked her youngest up, kissing her on the nose before turning her attention back to Kroenen. "Subject 1 is my eldest daughter, Codename Arachne." She looked at the scientists that murmured to each other, quickly silencing them. "I would prefer that you refer to her as Jessica or Agent Drew."
She gestured with her head for Kroenen to follow her and carried Alexis with her as she walked to Jessica's chambers. Jessica's room wasn't quite as nice as Alexis' observation chamber, but that was more because Viper didn't know how best to dote on her eldest after uprooting her from Madripoor and dragging her halfway across Europe. She knocked on the door and took a moment to bounce Alexis on her hip playfully, glancing at Kroenen.
"I will warn you, Agent Drew is .... emotional. Treat her with respect and she will have no problems doing the same for you, but she has a problem with authority. Especially with scientists. My best advice I can offer is, don't try to be her friend.... not that I have to worry about that with you."
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