dear_mun | On Being New & Busy & Having Not Played Arkham Origins Yet

Chill out, Vic! After all, it ain't like your precious little Nora is going anywhere!

Freeze. I trust you're not planning on more wanton destruction, due to Joker taking your wife.

If you attempt to take or harm my Nora again, I will blanket this city in a ice so chilling, you will beg me to end your miserable existence. And there will be no more punch lines.

I do not engage in wanton destruction, Batman. My aims are always focused. The Clown however will suffer for his theft. You will assist me in locating my Nora, I am loath to admit that your knowledge of this foul city is superior to my own.

Who are you calling a coin tossing deviant, you sad sack of slush?

Harvey Dent. Your dependecy on the double binary is unfitting of such a previously upstanding intellect of the criminal systems. Of course I am your superior but fear not, compared to those like the Clown or Cobblepott, you I have enough of a respect for.

No more punch lines? Don't you know that comedy is tragedy plus time? [Of course, he waits a much shorter time than most before mocking something.] Besides, after all that time in a steel mill, it'd be great to cool down!

Go to hell, Freeze. I don't need your approval.

(occ: BTW I figured you'd get a kick out of this as a Hamill fan - http://youtu.be/agcc7w8YmHo - Enjoy!)

In the end, your mockery will be all you have left, clown. And your facility will make a ideal facility for my research purposes once all the inate clutter has been disposed upon.

Hell is where I have been, and it is a cold, unforgiving place. With the right motivations you could defeat the Batman, but your current condition will forever vex you of that. Of course to me, he and Gotham and mere irritants, dealt with only when it serves me to.

((OoC: lmao awesome!))

Not my roller coasters! Do you know how many minions I had to kill to get those installed? ...Well, I didn't have to kill 'em, but there was nothing good on TV.

Of course, your support is always welcome, Nora.

[Nora is that small spark of humanity he's mostly had to give up to being the person he is now, and when she's here that part of him softens out somewhat. It's hard to say sometimes but he still loves her. He wouldn't have done what he has done otherwise.]

Of course, Nora. I enjoy our conversations, and I always remember our special day together. I would... would be happy to see you.

[There is some hesitation on Victor's face, whilst he trusts Nora he doesn't want to let the risk out some form of knowledge where his many labs are hidden from the judging eyes of Gotham. But he reasons she can keep such things a secret.]

The old pier has a abandoned warehouse on the south side which I use for some of my experiments. If you wish I have a entrance palm coded to me alone, but I can adapt it to allow yourself access whenever you wish. I shall draw you a suitable route there. I trust you to be careful with such information. [The last part comes out a little more like an order than a request, but Victor prides himself in his secrets.]

[occ: Can't seem to IM you back, your message thingie is restricted, but I'll happily do a Christmas RP with you if you want to let me know what you have in mind.]

[Victor naturally trusts Nora, and what little desire remains in his cold heart wishes to keep her safe, but he is also thinking of his own security and the meddlesome nature of the police and the forces of the Batman, not to mention the more dull witted criminals of Gotham like the clown or Cobblepott. Regardless, he trusts her with the little information he provides.]

Good. I... I would... would appreciate your company. You know my work is important, but your presence would be.... comfortable.

[Occ: Cool. I'd be happy to play that, although I suspect love and romance won't be something which entirely comes natural to Victor as Freeze, even with Nora. Be interesting to play though.]

[The truth is that it's been so long since he's expressed such feelings, the cold reality of life has stripped him of that. But she means something to him and he does need her, even if he isn't likely to admit it so easily. Her soft warm hand in his cold metal covered one causes the glimmer of a smile on his face.]

Of course, we can head over to the facility in question. It is designed to keep me comfortable so you may prefer additional clothing.

[Once again the ghost of a smile wavers, perhaps a little longer, on his face. There is also the slightest of squeezes of her soft hand from his, evidently Freeze knows not to use too much of his immense strength on her via his suit. His eyes linger on the heat of her lips atop the helmet before glancing back at her. When he speaks however, it is more logical.]

Yes. I require cool temperatures to work effectively. My suit provides me with the tolerant range but I prefer to keep my labs as cold as I can afford to. However, I can certainly raise the temperature enough for you to feel comfortable, Nora.

[His eyes are covered by the goggles which red glare takes some of the humanity away, but the waver of a smile remains. He almost seems to allow her to slip comfortably against him. The suit does right now make him feel isolated, and inwardly it distresses him that such a device which has allowed him to survive will deny him the closeness he has inwardly longed for, but now wonders if he can recreate any more.]

At that temperature I can survive without my suit, but I may feel uncomfortable for extended periods. I would... like to join you, however.

[His feelings on her closeness are oddly mixed, part of him wants to hold her tightly and the other finds it unsettling, even if it is his wife. He doesn't object to the movement however.]

Your concern is noted. I shall as always adapt to suit my environment. Please, come this way, I have transport ready.

[Victor doesn't seem to mind holding her hand, leading her carefully down to a large armoured truck, a way by which he moves through the city at times.] In here, my lab is not far away.

[Victor has spent a long part of his life since losing Nora having to be intimidating, both as a result of the accident and since as a criminal for his research purposes. He's never had much desire to dominate more than the areas he requires, but nevertheless most know not to cross him and his work. Even in the confines of the truck he looms at the driver's seat, offering a hand and the whispers of a smile to help her inside before he activates the engine and sets off into the cold night towards the labs he keeps at the pier.]

[Victor doesn't glance in her direction, visors fixed on the road, though inwardly he is still interested in a scientfical basis on there being two of the woman he loves. Her very existence has thrown the need to revive his own Nora into array - he has no desire to abandon her, indeed it has made him step up his efforts - yet the fact that this Nora awaoke through means he gathers his own could not is... unsettling. He is silent for a few moments before answering.]

She is stable at present. I am required to ensure that her life signals remain so. Your assistance would be valued. If my... if the other... Nora revived, what would be your course of action?

[It is something Victor has similarly pondered upon. This Nora is the same woman he still inwardly cares for, the same wife he has vowed to cure, merely from another plane of existence. The scientist in him is fascinated by the concept, even if he is unlikely to display that emotionally.]

Your aim to see the two of us reunited is... commendable. Such an decision would depend on an external factor. What is the present situation of your Victor?

[Her upset tones causes Victor to glance at her as he pulls up by the pierside, a hand carefully moving to rest over hers. For the first time there is enough emotion in his voice, a caring concerned tone.]

I'm sorry, Nora. Seeing me and knowing I am not your Victor must be upsetting for you. I cannot guess what may have transpired to my counterpart, but I will do what I can for you. I... I know you would do the same for me.

[Nora almost has to carry the emotion of the two of them, Victor thinks, since the accident his own rarely bubble to the surface and when they do, they have typically been the negative ones - irritation, anger, vengeance. But Nora - both the woman he still cares for in the tube and the one beside him - she seems to be a calming influence on him, her warmth and kindness working on the cold heart within. So it does distress Victor inwardly to see her this way. His hand remains on her as he speaks.]

I have been... fortunate to have you by my side, Nora. I will do what I can for you whilst my counterpart is absent. It is what I know he would want for you, were I he. In the meantime, you are welcome to remain with me, if you wish. [Victor feels unusual feelings now - he is not used to giving other the option of what to do. When Mr Freeze asks for something, it will be done, or the consequences are often chillingly fatal. He opens the door of the truck, walks to the other side and offers her a hand to step down onto the snowy quiet pavement.]

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[Was that the merest of blushes on Victor's pale skin? Possibly. In many ways he is the most gentlemanly of all the regular inmates of Arkham - the clown's occasional fliratations with his dowl are clearly a means to an end, and Cobblepott's sickafancies are only applied when the lady in question has something he wants. Yet as far as Nora is concerned, Victor is ever the gentleman. And he never blames her for anything. Not the disease or the accident or the greed of Gothcorp. He may be predominatly emotionless and cold now, but he still cares for his wife in his own way. Her three words cause him to halt, glance her way, and for the first time in a while, a fairly definite smile appears, if only for a second or two.]

I... I do too. Come, we must endure you can be registered into the system in case you wish to visit me in the future.

[There is a similar feeling of youth with Victor, even clad in his armour as they end down the pier before reaching a set of sealed doors of an apparently abandoned warehouse.]

Here. I place my hand here, it is coded to my palm print. Shortly I can make it so it responds to your own as well. [With a metallic clunk the door sides open, a chilled air even colder than outside seeping out.] Please forgive the cold conditions, I shall regulate my lab for a suitable temperature shortly.

[The place is a curious blend of the rusting and gleaming, Victor's equipment around the other Nora, floating in his tube, eyes closed, face serene as ever. In addition to the cold there is frost and ice formed about nearly every surface, a winter wonderland of science amid several computer panels and displays. Victor gives Nora a final glance to see she is comfortable and then moves to the display panel, tapping a series of commands to assess the frozen Nora's condition, thankfully stable but inert.]

Yes, for the most part. That truck is designed to keep your counterpart secure for my other facilities, but this is presently my primary workplace. And you wish to say Arkham, don't you? [Victor loathes the place as much as Nora. He is not insane. Most of the men and women he shared cells with win the Asylum and since it expanded are beyond his logical understanding. Only the mentally gifted like Crane or Nigma or Isley does he respect, but all have their faults in his opinion. And others like the Clown and Cobblepott he finds repulsive.] I do not belong there. If I have ever committed criminal actions it was for your sake. Or that of your counterpart. Now you are here...

[Nora starts to settle down as the temperature reduces and she no longer feels the need to huddle herself up against bone-piercing cold. At Victor's words she nods.]

I hate that place. They keep saying it's the best place for the criminally insane, but it just seems to keep making them worse instead of better. Not that I blame them, even the outside of the place looks like a Dickensian prison instead of a facility. I think most of them belong in a facility that actually does something to help them.

[She lets a small pause hang in the air]

And I agree. You...you have been traumatized by what's happened, but you still are quite sane. And...

[The uncompleted dialogue of "Hell, I've been experiencing the same" form in her mind, but she has to focus on why she came here. To help him.]

Well, now that I am here... Do you need help in anything?

Your statement is correct. I have never found Arkham a suitable dwelling. Even if a small handful of the imates show promise in the fields of science, all appear to be exceptionally unbalanced. Were Professor Crane, Miss Isley and Mr Nigma of a different mind, I might have enlisted their help in curing your counterpart. But they are not. I... thank you for your emotional confidence in me, It is... comforting.

[Victor nods as he turns to the displays. His words become more logical and perhaps colder, more scientifical, yet they are still more caring than they have been previously.] Yes, your input in the other Nora's condition as a fresh secondary perspective. Please access the data and give me your analysis in your own words.

Of course.

[She goes over to one of the computers and reads all the information on them about her counterpart's illness and she gives off a hard swallow. This will be very complicated and difficult.]

The main problem is that it isn't just a virus like my condition was. It's faulty DNA. There is something wrong with one of the chromosomes that's causing her spinal chord to break down.

[She has to pause for a moment to steady herself. He will not like what he's going to hear and she is worried on how he's going to take it.]

The only option is to try to repair the chromosomes to prevent them from causing further damage and then the damaged areas of the spine...

The main problem is that...I have a good amount of knowledge on genetics, but I'm a chemist, not a geneticist and-

[She can barely speak anymore. She's already already said too much.]

I'm sorry....I'm so, so sorry. If...If I could do more, I would...

[Victor has shown his wife's condition would never be easy to fix, right from the beginning, before the accident and Gothcorp's interference. Regardless he listens to her counterpart's verdict with a relatively blank expression. Only after she finishes does he speak.]

Your concerns are noted, Nora. As you say, your cases were different. It seems I shall have to approach the solution from a new angle. I know of a renowned set of chemical deriven geniuses in Gotham. Unfortunately both of them are... unbalanced. [Besides, he doubts Scarecrow and Poison Ivy are likely to help him and if they did, Fear Toxins and the varied plant extracts are liable to be more negative than positive.] I have exhausted many options - the clown's toxins, Bane's Venom, the Lazarus Pits... all liable to either fail or produce unwanted results. But there must be a solution. There must. [And to accept anything else is something Victor cannot ever seem to break. Even with another Nora by his side.]

[Nora has to look down for a few seconds to think of an answer.

One of the many reasons she loved him so much was that he never gave up on her even once, a quality that both of them shared. Now, she can't help but feel worried.

The solution is there, but if it's out of their reach? How will he take it? How will she take it?]

There is a solution. Just...

I'm scared. I mean, we are talking about having to alter her genetic code, which is complicated and risky and...

The solution is out there, but what's going to happen if none of us can reach it?

[At this point, she goes dead silent of the crippling fear that what she just said is going to enrage him. Victor wouldn't hurt her, that much she knew, but she was now fearing that he might take it badly and she is already starting to, subconsciously, curl up into herself.]

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[Victor would never purposely hurt Nora, and if he ever expresses anger it is not at directly. Emotions when they come are rare but often the extreme. Despite her words though, he nods and even manages a slight smile as he comes to just within step of her.]

We... shall approach things rationally. Once I was prone to being blinded by a need to do everything myself and in haste. But your presence here shows me that I can cure her. We shall simply remain cautious at all times, yes? Now, you will be wanting somewhere to eat and rest.

[Nora takes great care to observe his behavior and once she sees that he's actually reacting quite well to her words, she quickly uncurls herself and gives of a small, but relived smile.]

Yes. Definitely cautious.

[ There was also that last sentence to consider]

And where exactly do you eat and sleep?

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[Her smile causes him to retain his own, and he offers her has hand once more.]

My suit is capable of allowing me to maintain my work for long periods, but even I require sleep for set periods. I sleep within here, follow me...

[He leads her to a side room where a stark single bed sits. The room is slightly colder than the rest which is made clear why when Victor moves to a hollowed out display case. Activating a set of buttons on his suit it hisses and opens, Victor letting out a slight noise of discomfort once he is out of his protective suit. He is thin and whitely coloured, dressed only in a set of shorts, though his eyes still retain their spark of intelligence.] I trust my physical appearance does not unsettle you, Nora?

[Despite the coldness of the place there is a sort of beauty to it if you look in the right way. Victor is quite scientifically minded, yet if Nora would glance in certain places she might see ice sculptures modeled after her. When he moves towards her it is a little unsteady but he manages. The warmth of her hand on his cheek is comforting, the kind of heat she produces not too unsettling to his skin.]

So long as I remain in the warehourse complex I should remain constant, but yes, there is some discomfort. I... I am concerned whether consistant bodily contact with my natural flesh might lower your own body temperature to uncomfortable levels. Even if holding you like this is... pleasant... to me.

[She slowly withdraws her hand from his cheek when she mentions discomfort, and looks away, feeling intensely worried. Did she hurt him too badly?....When he mentions his concerns about her, she looks up at him and shakes her head.]

I'll be fine. Did...Did I hurt you too much?

No, I am fine. Since the accident extreme warmth has become painful but your natural body heat is not excessively so. [Hesitantly he places his hands on her waist and carefully and a little awkwardly, as if remembering how to swim after so long, leans in to kiss her lips.]

[The moment that they kiss deeply, Victor feels an internal wave of emotions from within, memories of kinder, happier days with he and Nora. A trail of happy tears move down his cold face and his hands slide up her warm, beautifully curved body. For these few moments there is no armour, no accident, no chilled warehouse, no Batman and no other woman in a frozen tank. Only a man and his wife, still very much in love.]

Oh... Nora. I have missed you.

[If Victor's hands are cold, he knows that Nora doesn't mind. He's been waiting for this day for many years and whilst his analytical side is telling him that this isn't technically his Nora and he still has much to do, his emotional side really doesn't care, at least not now. Her contented sighs and body close against his is stirring back feelings long guarded and personal. He breaths after a moment too, still holding her carefully.]

Good. I have been waiting for this day a long time. Will you stay with me this evening, Nora?

[Of all of Victor it is the eyes which burn brightest, and he relishes the closeness of his wife up against him, here in his private sactionary. Any discomfort of being outside of his armour is presently easily ignored. At her words there is the slightest of blushes on his white cheek, and he finds words for the first time in years hard to come by.]

I... I love you too. And I... I enjoy making you happy, Nora. I have... have to admit that I shall be a little inexperienced in such things. Since the accident I... have had no one else to... to love, save you.

I realise that I cannot forget about the other Nora but... for now and forever, I wish to be with you. So long as your own Victor's fate is uncertain. [He wonders whether the wishing that he does not resurface is one of several emotive states.]

[This is all so much like a dream to Victor, after so long it seems so very unreal but certainly not unwanted as she holds him closer.]

Good, we can... experience things together, at a suitable pace. Whatever happens.

[Victor hopes that Nora is comfortable - with his condition, the cool skin, everything. Of course she was always so very fond of winter before the accident, he assumes that to her the feelings might be rather pleasant. Once she stares back at him he does the same, aware of her beautiful eyes on his own.]

Well I... I am... uncertain. For waiting so long for this moment I realise I have never truly considered what I might do when it transpired. What... would you wish to do, Nora?

[Despite his lack of emotion Victor was able to show it best with Nora. She is smart and beautiful and interesting and his desire to see her restored has fuelled him. Whilst this not being his Nora is unusual, the lack of her own does at least gives him a reason to want to make her be as content as he.]

...it has been a long time since I have done so, but... yes, I would like that. Though I do not have any music of my own... unless... [He glances at the work bench, bending down amid the ordered notes and papers to a small box which when opened reveals a dancer with a jingle of notes. Nora gave Victor this figure to remind him of her years ago, and he has treasured it for years.]

[Any means of rembembering Nora he has liked to keep close, and the music box has been one such thing. With care Victor takes her soft hand in his own and awkwardly adopts a dancing postion, his other hand trailed around her back as he slowly starts to amble to the music, picking up confidence after a few moments.]

[With some difficulty Victor begins to move to the music, almost enjoying the feel of his wife's fingers coupled with his own. Her smile cannot be quite echoed by himself yet inwardly he feel content to see her enjoying herself as they dance to the melody for some minutes, her form coupled up against his own. Out of the armour he feels equal to her, and his scientifically side relishes the chance to together solve the issues surrounding the other Nora condition. It might be virtually impossible, but he feels like it can be achieved.]

[Victor's response as she kisses him is tender as a hand comes up to brush through her hair once she rests against his shoulder. He slows a little at her question.]

I... I feel... yes, I think this is what it feels to be happy. I don't wish to lose you again, Nora. Please help me to ensure that.

On Being New & Busy & Having Not Played Arkham Origins Yet

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Mr. Freeze <3

Oh, Hamill Joker, I will miss ye. :)

Thanks! I'm thinking about musing Scarface & Veno too.

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Won't we all?

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Indeed! The guy in AO seems a decent sort though so I will enjoy that.

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Yeah, both replacements do really good jobs

NP! Sorry how all the threads on LJ got sided at times.

Awwwww, bless! I like that idea.

It's ok! I have had the odd multiple but I'll try not to rush any edits. :)

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;)

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British so +0 GMT? Something like that.

Wow! So near that giant tower whose name escapes me then?

Ah, still sounds nice though. Quizessential English Village for me.

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Awwww.

:) I like these two together.

Kinda annoyed in the New 52 they've retconed Victor to believe Nora is his wife but she isn't. :(

I was outraged at that

Yeh, DC has this crazy new 'no character can be married + interesting' ethos. Roll eyes.

Sorry for the super late reply!

No problem. Might suggest moving to a new thread soon.

Oh really? How and where? (Still a bit of a novice at this ;--;)

Like this? Or down the road we can have another entry somewere, maybe on one of our journals.

I'm completely fine with this, what are you OK with?

Well when we do that Christmas RP we can have it on one of our journals. :)

I don't mind either way. :)

Fine. We'll do it in my journal then.

Awesome, give me a nudge when it's up in case I miss it.

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Should probably try to find some out of armour avies for Victor...

15 if you want a free account, so I'll just delete 2 I don't tend to use or such.