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@oswaldxmarks

Drakken's smile turned into a bit of a scowl at Oswald's teasing– mostly because he didn't know if he was being made fun and didn't appreciate his emotion and vulnerability used as a punch line. Now that they were back in the safety of the TARDIS, far away from the danger of the situation they had unknowingly walked into, Drakken didn't know if what had been said in those moments of uncertainty were going to be used against him. If he had read his companion wrong, and had just given himself away in a way he never had before.

But Oswald, once again, proved him wrong and showed his sincerity. Perhaps the human was still reeling form the risks that had been taken, one after the other, and was coming down from it with his odd jokes and sarcasm. Drakken gave an approving nod of Oswald's final assessment.

"Good," he said, gazing intently at Oswald for another few moments before he turned away to return his attention back to the console. "Now! I don't know about you, but I think we're due for something more relaxing for our next destination. What do you say?"

A Worst Case Scenario || Blue Bug [Trope Extravaganza]

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@belladonna-wright

Drakken, unlike some, enjoyed hearing things like that. As someone who often had to be his own hype man since no one else would offer him a compliment, he liked hearing others to the same for themselves. Humility was over rated in his opinion.

Though he also couldn't stand it when people went about boasting with nothing to show for themselves. It was boring! He wanted to actually see the talents people spoke of, give credit when it was due! If someone had nothing but their own word then he just found it annoying to listen to.

He smiled at the woman, mood boosted once more by her belief in herself. It gave him even more hope and expectations that this would work out for him. And then he would be one step closer to reaching his goal!

"Wonderful! That sounds great, thank you," he said. Drakken reached a hand out over the table to offer to her. "I look forward to working with you, then, Ms. Wright! Is there anything else I need to do for you?"

The Art Of Lying || Dressie

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@perfectisgeorgette

No, Drakken had no idea who she was past the woman who sat before him. He didn't know a lot of people, nor did he particularly care to look into them either. That was not how he operated, unlike a lot of his fellow criminals. Perhaps he should have followed that tactic, digging into people's past to find and exploit them from the inside out in order to gain leverage. But he felt that had a time and a place– and also he simply didn't care much to learn about people from secondary sources. He trusted his own observations far more than he did the internet, something that had been proven to misconstrue and misinform the masses. If something was important, he would find out on his own time. And he was of the mind that he didn't need to play petty games to destroy someone, he could do that with point blank tactics face to face perfectly fine.

That was not the game to be played here, though. Again, he was looking to work with this woman rather than as her opposition. This was also not really his style, but it was the tactic he had chosen when becoming a Board member.

It was just difficult when he felt like he had no idea what on earth she was trying to communicate. She could talk and talk and talk, and yet it seemed like she was saying nothing whatsoever to move the conversation forward or to further explain what it was she was wanting to do with the petition. He listened, head tilting as he waited for her to get to her point...of which never seemed to come.

"Yes, thank you, that was the point of my idea here. So, if we agree, then what is it that you're arguing for?" he asked. "You said you wanted the magic assisted vetting but with civilian assisted oversight. What exactly did you have in mind?"

Red Light Blue Light || Blue Poodle

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"Make friends!" Ok if you leave me unsupervised with the lab equipment I can totally do that!

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@the-talented-tink

"That's just it, I made it," he smiled, excited to share the news with someone who might actually care. Drakken remembered all the days that had led up to him cracking the case on this particular material and the construction. His first love was, and always would be, robotics. But in order to build one he needed material, which meant he had to delve into chemistry, which had been a major thorn in his side. It was worse than baking since miscalculations didn't just result in bread that didn't rise or a cake that was too dry, it led to much painstaking lost hours of work with nothing to show for it but wasted material.

"Here, you can hold it," Drakken told her, resting the piece in his hand on the table and sliding it across for her to have easier access to. Having his hands free meant he could articulate with them as he explained. "It's an amorphous metal alloy, which makes it bouncy. I melted all the ingredients I needed myself and then cooled it, and then from there I constructed it into this honeycomb pattern to layer together so that it's easy to move."

He moved some of the other pieces until he found one that he hadn't encased completely with the outer layer of metal to make it a solid piece, show her in the very small rows of hexagonal patterns that made the piece flexible.

What's Yours Is Mine And What's Mine Is Mine || Drink

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@devyn-morey

Drakken read this over a few times and, to him, it seemed like a blatant yes, I will help you to him. And his interpretation of anything was obviously the only right way to interpret it, so of course he assumed that Morey was going to be fully committed to the petition once the pesky distraction of school was out of the way.

So he looked up and nodded to them before typing his information into the phone. He left his civilian cell phone number, personal email, and Board email there. Then he pulled out said civilian cell phone and unlocked it, opening up the contact application and placed both of the devices in front of Morey. One to fill out and return, and the other to keep for themself.

He also slid the folder with the petition across the table, patting it twice and then indicated toward them. A silent offer for them to keep and look over, for when whatever this current project of theirs ever got boring! Or when they finished with it and wanted to look over it in preparation.

The Dream Team || Blue Paint

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@belladonna-wright

"I'll worry about the money," he told her, flipping a hand as if she had said 10 instead of the six figures. While he wasn't exactly rolling in it on any given day, being a criminal could afford him this sort of mind set. If he needed something he would just steal it. In this scenario, since he couldn't steal what he needed (since criminals knew how to protect themselves against other thieves better than anyone), he would just steal the money to get what he needed to trade for it instead.

"I just need to know if you can find one that's for sale," Drakken said. "If you can do that and do whatever needs to be done for an agreement to come to fruition, I will take care of the rest."

Unlike the Drakken of yester-years, who wouldn't have cared if this woman looked at him suspiciously for this, he knew better. He had a cover he needed to keep up if he was going to continue in Swynlake.

But, quite like the Drakken that he had been and always would be, he did not offer her any explanation as to where the money would come from or why it wasn't a worry. It did not occur to him to do it naturally or to get ahead of the curve before it even had time to form. Instead he just lifted his brows at her and said, "It sounds like you know where they are already, right?"

The Art Of Lying || Dressie

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@oswaldxmarks

Drakken paused, only turning his head to peer over his shoulder back at the man.

Well, that certainly explained a lot! He was new. An actual amateur who had no idea what he was doing! Ha! Of course! That made sense, that his first plan had been to jump the gun and go straight to main manipulation. Drakken had been there before and learned from his mistakes, knowing how complex the human brain is and, upon thinking about it, how invasive it really was. Though, obviously this newbie didn't seem to care about that sort of thing as he wasn't even confessing to fault or being behind what Drakken knew he must have been.

Why else would he have been in a dream, near him during the town wide spell, and be the proprietor of that cursed business idea that no one on the Board would have passed and that the Mayor should have shot down with his veto?

It was a bit of a slight on his own ego to know he had been bested by what was essentially a child in the world of criminality, but that only fueled him more. As well as the taunting.

"Try as you might, but you won't see it coming," Drakken told him before continuing down the hall. There was work to be done. Revenge plans to be drawn up and executed. Not a moment to waste. The sooner he was rid of the man, the sooner he could get on with his plans to take over the world.

New Enemy Unlocked || Blue Bug

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@oswaldxmarks

Outside of the doors was a dark hallway, low red lights that ran on either side of the floor the only thing that proved it wasn't just endless black.

Fisk frowned as he stepped forward, his posture pin straight as he approached the exit, never one to lose the facade of dignity. "Don't I get the decency of knowing where I am being dropped off?"

"You're smart. Or so you say," Drakken said. "You'll figure it out."

A low humming noise came from beyond the TARDIS from the new scene beyond. Fisk glanced toward the human, a corner of his mouth pulling up to reveal his elongated and pointed teeth in a sneer. "Don't think I won't forget this, Oswald."

Finally the unwanted party stepped down and out. As soon as he did those red lights flared brighter, the floor turning the same color and alarms started going off. Fisk looked all around him, as if trying to anticipate where the threat was going to be coming from, to jerk as something from below seemed to shock him. He crumbled, large bag crushing him down onto the bright scarlet floor, where he continued to jerk.

Drakken snorted and the doors swung shut of their own accord as he put the TARDIS into motion once more, sending them far, far away. He sighed with relief and stepped around the console, foot hitting something. Looking down he found Oswald's bag sitting there. Ducking down to pick it up, Drakken turned and smiled at his companion.

"Now, what have we learned today?" he asked with a raised brow.

A Worst Case Scenario || Blue Bug [Trope Extravaganza]

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@belladonna-wright

Oh. That was good, considering Drakken had never heard the name before the other day. That flicker of hope continued to grow inside of him that this woman was going to be his ticket on the train to taking over the world!

He wasn't an art person. As much as he could appreciate it, and oh did he ever have opinions on it as he did everything, the world of it held no interest for him. But apparently this artist's work was level with the thing he did understand and held at a high value, so in that regard he accepted that this guy must have been a pretty big deal.

He never had been very good at hiding his emotions, though he'd had ever reason to learn. Being bullied as a kid should have made him dive behind a shield of apathy, becoming a criminal should have given him plenty of chances to practice keeping it together, and playing poker among thieves...well should have given him an excellent poker face. Instead, he was more telegraphic than a child. His face fell at the news that it wasn't going to be as easy as he had hoped.

"No. That's won't do," he shook his head, sounding about as glum as the action made him look. "But...you said his stuff was out there, right? So you could find something? Couldn't you?"

The Art Of Lying || Dressie

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@oswaldxmarks

"Oh great," Drakken said, mostly thinking to himself. A hand came up, forefinger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose as he let his head fall forward. "I'm dealing with an absolute amateur."

Was it not enough that he had to deal with teenagers all day in a job that he only had to keep up this cover? Was it not enough that he had two (sometimes many more when they copied themselves) living under the same roof as himself? Why was it that a fully grown adult was having to act like them too?

He heaved a sigh and looked up at the guy again. This revelation did nothing to sway him from taking back his declaration to get his revenge for the wrongs that had been committed. It only let him understand his enemy more, which was that this was going to be very easy since this guy was as green as they got. Even more than Drakken had been at the beginning of his dive into the criminal world.

"What is wrong with you? This is the real world! Not some Hollywood depiction," he said with a bewildered shake of his head. "How many times do I have to tell you that it doesn't matter what you meant or did not mean? The point is that you did and now you have to pay for it! And I–!"

He let out the rest of that breath and looked up.

"...And I am trying to have an intelligent conversation with stupidity. You know what? Never mind. As unfortunate as the thought it, I think humanity will be thanking me for what I'm going to do." Drakken looked him over once more with a very disappointed and unimpressed expression. He rolled his eyes and started to turn away, "I cannot believe you're the sort of personnel getting into the industry these days. What an utter disgrace."

New Enemy Unlocked || Blue Bug

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@oswaldxmarks

Drakken was transfixed with watching the ship be town apart by the explosions. The combustion itself was a violent show of light that had grown almost painfully bright with the intensity of the heat being created. But the flames were quick to die in the vacuum of space, where no air was equipped with atoms to cause more of a reaction. Instead, all that was left was the debris that remained suspended in the aftermath. A mess of pieces of what had once been a shiny vessel.

Off in the background was another ship. Drakken would have missed it had it not been for the reflection of the orange, yellow of the flash of fires that caught the dark exterior. It was shaped almost like the blade of a tomahawk axe, one side rounded outward while the other two were concave, the body tapering off to a point at the back. It, too, lingered to watch their attack play out.

He glanced back when he heard approaching footsteps, moving to one side of the doorway to lean against it and make room for Oswald.

The warm weight on his hand had him looking down sharply, unprepared to find the human's fingers wrapped around his own. Drakken's eyes followed the line of the arm up and over the slope of a shoulder until he was returning Oswald's gaze, listening to his words.

A corner of his mouth pulled upward, features softening from the excitement and satisfaction in order to showcase the fond affection that Drakken had for his companion. He pushed off of the door frame to get a little bit closer and readjusted their hands so he could hold it back properly.

"I always will," he promised with the intensity that he usually reserved for when he was angry. But that was because anger was the only emotion he had ever felt at such a high level. Until now, that was.

A disgusted sound came from their peanut gallery. Fisk snapped at them, "Can I be dropped off now? Anywhere is better than here. Witnessing this is torture enough."

Drakken turned to glare at him, "Gladly."

He used his other hand to encase Oswald's between his own to squeeze in what he hoped was a silent, Just a moment, and then shut the doors of the TARDIS to return to the console. After a lever thrown here and a few buttons pressed there, the wheezing came and went.

"Oswald, please open the door," he said. To Fisk he barked, "Get out!"

A Worst Case Scenario || Blue Bug [Trope Extravaganza]

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@perfectisgeorgette

This didn't really make sense to Drakken.

Magic, to him, was not magic the same way other people probably thought about it. It was just the word they used for the things in this world that they did not yet have a fully drawn up explanation and understanding of. It was the same way people back in the day used to think comets were magic, signs that the Gods were about to cast their wrath down upon them instead of what they actually were– cosmic snowballs of frozen gases, rock, and dust that happened to be within viewing distance of Earth.

Drakken felt that it was also a tool. A neutral party. The same way chemicals or energy were, only it could be streamlined for very specific purposes. There was a way for magic to be used by those that could wield it. Why not use it when there was an advantage to it? The irony to him was that it sounded like she was presuming people would cast it in a bad light. Wasn't that just her own stigma coming out? If anything, using magic against the people who wanted to do harm to it was a justice. Surely it would be trusted by Magicks, who knew what it was capable of and that it was better than any silly interview or psych evaluation. This would only prove that magic was not all evil, by showing that it could be used for good outcomes to protect both Magicks and Mundus alike.

"So...what is it that you're suggesting? I don't think giving civilians the chance to ask a potential employee questions is the right move either. I don't know if you were at my Election Debate but the questions from the audience were abysmal. No one took it seriously, and I don't want to give people looking to try out their comedy routine time in the sun with this. Talk about headlines," he said with a shake of his head. "I think that would be considered torture, giving the population the chance to ask someone whatever they wanted while under the influence? No.

"While I would like to think the town wouldn't abuse someone trying to apply for a job, that's not the point of this. The only way I would agree to civilian participation would be if the people got to vote on the potential questions asked of the potential officer. This isn't a show for people to come gawk at, it's an interview where the person consenting to it will be in a very vulnerable place as is. It should be private, not put on display. They may be asking to be put in a public position of power but at the end of the day, they're only human. They will be treated like one. That's what we're here for, isn't it? To ensure that all of those living in this town are treated and respected like a person?"

Red Light Blue Light || Blue Poodle

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@belladonna-wright

Drakken appreciated her candor, knowing he wouldn't have the patience for someone attempting to delay his goal with useless things like getting to know one another or whatever. Already he thought he may have struck gold with this woman! Maybe this whole horrible situation could come to an end faster than he ever thought possible! Or maybe he was just being far too optimistic at the first sign of something he liked. It had been known to happen before.

He shook his head, giving an encouraging gesture toward her notebook, finding this admirable. Both because it showed she actually cared enough to write it down and because she was using an actual notebook. Coming from a scientist, who was all for technical innovation and using all the things that inventors had afforded them, there was something wrong about trying to talk to someone while they were typing on a computer or phone. Maybe it was just Drakken, but someone writing on paper while he talked didn't seem as dismissive as having a screen they were intent on.

"Okay, simple enough," he replied and reached into his coat, pulling free the sticky note he had tucked away in there. "I'm looking for a anything by an Oliver Von Rosenbach? Apparently he used magic on his stuff so that it would move. Heard of him?"

The Art Of Lying || Dressie

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@the-talented-tink

His dark eyes glanced back and forth between the arm and the woman, observing her as she looked at his work. It was such an odd feeling, having someone talking about his work and it not being with a mocking tone or cracking jokes about him or what he had created. Granted, he hadn't told her why he was attempting to build himself a robot, but still. It was nice. It was...what he had always craved as a kid, all the way to now as a grown adult.

Unknown to Drakken, she was echoing his own thoughts on the suggestion of iridium. It wasn't exactly easy to come by, but if he deemed it necessary for a project he would do whatever it took to get it for himself. Stealing, cheating, and lying all on the table.

"Of course," he echoed with a nod of approval. Then, wanting to hear more of her compliments and thoughts, he quickly turned the game controller off and set it down. "Here, speaking of metals, let me show you this!!"

He waved her further down the table where slabs of seemingly metal material sat, stacked like tiles. Drakken picked one up and displayed it for her to see, then he let go with one hand and shook. The material wavered as if he was doing it to a piece of paper, bending and flowing with the motion until he stopped and it stilled, going back into that solid form. He let it fall and it bounced like a rubber ball might before flopping over flat, smacking with a hard solid sound against the table's surface once more.

What's Yours Is Mine And What's Mine Is Mine || Drink

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@devyn-morey

Drakken almost stopped reading upon hitting the word Unfortunately. Nothing good ever came after such an adverb. Frustration began to grow, mostly that he had wasted his time here rather than at the kid themself. Any excuse that came after that didn't matter to him, figuring it was something about them being too busy. To Drakken that just said they were too lazy to care.

But he did read the rest, just in case there was something he could counter against or use to guilt trip them or something.

It was...a confusing answer, actually. He didn't quite understand what that was supposed to mean. Deep in another project? What other project? One that was more important than the opportunity of a life time he was giving them here? And it wasn't even like he was asking Morey to head the project, he was just asking them to man the petition! That was much different and far less of a commitment.

He swiped the phone back, resting the sides of his hands firmly against the table for a base as his thumbs worked themselves across the screen to type his reply. Drakken squinted down at the screen, shoulder hunching as he brought his face closer and closer the longer he carried on until he was satisfied. Then he returned the phone to Morey.

"As long as you're willing to help me with getting this proposal passed, then I would be fine with waiting. But I would rather you tell me no now if you don't have the time to commit to it so I can try to find someone else to help. There's no shame in saying no. I asked you first because I thought you would be a good fit for the job."

The Dream Team || Blue Paint

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sorry i was passionate & intense & insane. it will happen again