Victor von Doom (curse_you) wrote in marvel_prep, @ 2015-11-15 22:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | doom |
Narrative: Diplomacy
Characters: Victor von Doom
NPCs: Lucia von Bardas
Location: Latverian Embassy, NYC
Timeline: 11/15
Description: Victor makes a new friend.
Rating: PG
"Here's the topographical documents you were looking for, sir."
Victor looked up from his paperwork and saw his newest aide, Lucia, standing at the door. In her short time with the embassy, she had already been proving her worth. She was sharp and eager. She took direction well. She worked at a high level of competency, and to Victor, that was a relief. For so long, he had been bolstered by his gypsy brethren, and while they were loyal to a fault, most of the freedom fighters did not share a fraction of his political acumen.
He motioned for her to bring the file over. She held it out for him, and he set the document onto his table. "Interesting..." he murmured to himself.
"What are you using it for?" she asked quietly. He rarely suffered impertinence, but it was hard to be angry with her. He observed her to be like a sponge, wanting to absorb information from everyone she interacted with at the embassy. He had been that way once upon a time. He wasn't so far gone from his time in Europe that he had forgotten his days trying to find anyone who would teach him.
"I'm working on plans to fortify the border."
"With troops?"
"That's too crude. And impractical. Look at any international security in the world and you will see people can be the greatest asset but are also always the greatest flaw in a security plan. They fatigue. They are corruptible. I have something more elegant in mind."
"I'm...not sure I follow." Her cheeks flushed, clearly embarrassed to be asking. "Could you explain?"
He opened his mouth to reply and then thought better of it. "You'll see in due time. I can hardly say my finalized plans when I now have this data to pour over, hmm?"
"Yessir."
"You're dismissed, Lucia."
"Thank you, Ambassador von Doom."
"Victor."
She paused at the door, looking over her shoulder. "Hmm?"
He leaned back in his seat, his lips curling in an almost welcoming fashion. "You may call me Victor."