2977/Seeking Doom

Seeking Doom
Date of Scene:	26 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Gorilla Grodd, Green Goblin

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Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd sits in the lobby of Osborn's office with a holographic and psychic illusion of being a small half asian half caucasian man with a black briefcase and a white lab coat. His credentials have been expertly forged and this electromechanical engineer has a design that he claims will revolutionize the industry. He has, somehow, gotten an appointment without actually demonstrating to any of Osborn's underlings which might raise red flags unto itself. He waits patiently.

Green Goblin has posed:
    Someone who has kept a close eye on the oscCorp building these past few days might recognize there are considerably fewer employees milling around the upper floors these past 24 hours. As if something has changed, something that Norman Osborn wants to keep hidden in his high tower. Even his stalward assistant Victoria looks a little shaken-up, and as the Personal Assistant of Norman Osborn, she's no stranger to stress herself.

    The psychically-disguised Grodd seems to be the only other individual, beside this secretary, in the waiting room. In fact, the rest of the entire FLOOR seems empty. And then, there's a buzz on the lobby's desk phone; Victoria picks up with a polite and professional, "Hello." Her professionalism keeps her voice from shaking, as if she'd grown somewhat afraid of the man on the other end of the line.

    Replacing the phone back on the receiver, Victoria looks up at the electromechanical engineer - the only booked appointment for the day, in fact - and says as calmly as she possibly can, "Mr. Osborn will... see you now."

    And then she gestures at the tall, thick oak doors at the end of the lobby, which begin to open mechanically outwards - exposing a shadowy, cold, barely-lit cave of an office within. From the waiting room, one can't even see Norman's desk. It looks like some sparse, cold, dark basement - except it's 40+ stories above street level and cost millions and millions of dollars.

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd is concerned but potentially pleased at the changes. To him this signals that Norman is exactly the man he is looking for. Grodd walks in, a lope as well as special ankle bands to reduce the floor shaking from his massive form moving around and moves to the office. He cringes a bit as he hears the cackling in the back of Norman's mind. The Joker is not to be toyed with but if he can make a deal and keep a deal; Grodd doesn't care.

Green Goblin has posed:
    Inside the office, several dozen feet removed from the door and lit only by the glow of his LCD monitors, Norman Osborn sits behind a large wooden desk. He has his fingers steepled in front of his face, tapping his index fingers together as he regards the strange gait of the summoned engineer.

    One can practically hear his teeth gritting and grinding together, sweat beading off his forehead, still feeling residual effects of the stimulant Joker injected him with the previous night. He's got something of a grip back on the Goblin - but there's no putting the genie back in the bottle, as it were... Norman's eyes are so bright and green they practically light up the room as he stares at the disguised Grodd.

    Inside his own twisted mind, he probably sees the psychically-shielded Gorilla as something else entirely. But it's no matter. He's interested in what the man might have to offer; the claims he made regarding his invention were fanciful indeed.

    "Sit..." comes the hoarse whisper, gesturing vaguely at the empty chair on the other side of the desk. "Or don't... but TALK. Tell me of your invention, don't waste the time of a Ki... don't want my time.." he says, quickly cutting himself off before he refered to himself as 'King'.

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd nods and takes an item out of the briefcase. It looks like a giant sphere with a lot of sharp nails sticking out of it that are slightly recessed. "Well, sir, I think that drone technology is the future. And with my nano nails, I believe that construction time could be increased dramatically." Or...razor sharp floating clouds of things could kill well too. He's testing Normal to see what he sas.

Green Goblin has posed:
    Ahhh, weapons prototypes. If there's one thing (aside from frightening genetic experiments) that gets Norman Osborn's attention, it's prototypes useable for Military applications. "Interesting," he says, seemingly regaining some of his composure as he leans forward slightly in his desk, "I've heard two perspectives on how the next World War will be fought, Mr..." he says, trailing off as he stares oddly at the Engineer for just a moment.

    This time, there's a paranoid edge to Norman's voice as he regards the man across the darkness of his office. "I'm sorry, I don't REMEMBER your name. Perhaps you care to tell me a bit about yourself, before we begin discussing potentially ILLEGAL applications of drone technology?"

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd says, "Smith." Grodd smiles, "Mr. Smith," because he totally looks like a Mr Smith. "I'm a scientist." He smiles, "I hold nine degrees in applied sciences and engineering. Illegal?" He looks mock horrified, "Why, I would never have onsidered such a thing.""

Green Goblin has posed:
    "Smith. Mr. Smith. Wonderful," says Norman with a wry smile, as he steeples his hands again, tapping fingers patiently as he sits back in his cushionless, rigid chair. He stares at the prototype, then the engineer, then the prototype, then the engineer.

    "Of course, neither would I," he says after a moment, in relation to any illegal activities. Clearing his throat, he calmly reaches under his table and presses a button. No defensive defense, simply a sonic emitter - inaudible to the human ear, but enough to render any listening devices in the area unusable.

    "You know me, Mr. Smith. You know my old company, OsCorp. Maybe I have a few old friends in the Pentagon who would could find a use for your technology. MY concerns at the moment, lean more towards the Political - I'm sure you've seen me on the news in recent weeks. Doesn't matter, of course. What were you proposing? Money? Employment? I always take an interest in... bright minds, Dr. So, tell me. What you want from Norman Osborn."

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd grins, "I'm interested in none of those things." He drops the shields. Norman Osborn is definitely who he is looking for. "I'm interested in the Legion of Doom. Gorilla Grodd. Pleased to meet you.

Green Goblin has posed:
    Pulling back in his chair suddenly, Norman Osborn has to pause for a moment - clenching his eyes shut and shaking his head once to either side, before re-opening his bright green eyes onto the... yep, still a bipedal talking Gorilla. He'd heard rumours of such things, he should've known better - with his own experience - than to doubt the existence of things beyond what man considers 'normal'.

    "Heh... heh.. heheheHAHAHAHA!" -- the laugh starts slowly, picking up pace as he bares his teeth in a maniacal grin, high-pitching, dissonant laughter echoing through the shadowy, high-ceilinged office. Back in the waiting room, Victoria is probably shuddering at the shound. One might get the sense, now, that THIS is why she seemed more disturbed than usual.

    "So, a talking Gorilla, the stories are true..." Norm says, standing quickly to his feet, "Gorilla Grodd, a Grodd of War if you will," he says, giggling to himself like the goddamn lunatic he clearly is. He walks around his end of the table, wanting to get a closer look at this... unusual creature.

    "The pleasure is mine, it's not EVERY day one gets such an.. interesting visitor. Doom, Doom, yes... I'm afraid he's retreated back to Latveria for the time being - leaving his organization without leadership. I'd thought of stepping in to grab control, but no... my focus is on this City, making it... safe, again," he finishes that phrase with an evil grin.

    "I do have addresses, contact information, of those he called to our meeting - of those who showed interest. I must confess disappointment that the good Doctor fled back to Europe. So much could have been accomplished, with that oafish Juggernaut excluded of course."

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd manages to not wince at the pun. Ape jokes he is used to, plays on his name are amusing and wierd. "Well I'm willing to lead anything to make it work until Doom comes back again. But I do have some lucrative opportunities coming up that might prove what I can do before I try to lead such a thing. And I believe in active recruitment.

Green Goblin has posed:
    I'd like to see you write better puns with two distinct parts of your personality constantly yelling each other, cut an evil businessman/masked terrorist some slack, jeez.

    "Hrm..." says Norman, standing up a few feet away from the massive Gorilla, staring up at the creature, somewhat in awe of the fact he's actually conversing with a primate - one that seems to be more intelligent than most of the help he's hired for his Business. WHERE does this creature come from? Where does it get it's powers? All questions going through Norman's fractured psyche. Legion of Doom or no Legion of Doom, he would still have some interest in seeing what this creature is truly capable of. To be able to walk into oscCorp Headquarters and pass as a human... remarkable.

    "I'd say you have potential, Mr. Grodd.. at the very least, I'm certain you would make a useful addition to this little league of ours. Your abilities... how you got into here, how you disguised yourself? Shapeshifting? Psychic images? Placing others in a waking dream?"

    He seems oddly curious, always the scientist.

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd says, "My abilities are multiple but I am above all a telepath and a scientist of no small skill. This design actually is my own but I needed to be sure you were willing to use it in ways that would harm people. I am not a blood thirsty ape but sometimes you have to get..." he shrugs, "Messy. I am pleased at your reaction and interest."

Green Goblin has posed:
    As the Gorilla speaks, Norman absent-mindedly reaches into his suit, pulling a business card out of his jacket pocket along with a fancy, gold-covered pen. Putting the card, face down, on his table - he scribbles an address on the back of it, the location of an off-the-books laboratory. Some old equipment, but mostly just a deserted, largely-ignored place in the city. Along with the address, he copies down a more PRIVATE phone line (rerouting through countless international switchboards before getting back to Osborn himself)

    "I don't know HOW you knew to come to me, Grodd.. perhaps it's simply a testament to your abilities. And if so, then you will make a powerful ally indeed. Never forget, there are things -I- can arrange for YOU as well... resources, equipment... though I'm sure a creature as skilled as yourself is in no short supply of either."

    He inclines his head slightly, before moving to walk back around to his side of the desk and sit back down. "If you're a telepath, you might know a thing or two about me..." he whispers, a dark tone entering his voice - not threatening, simply informing Grodd that he's the cautious sort, "Best to keep them to yourself, I think."

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd says, "I have been scanning the city for certain kinds of mental energies. The ones here came up sufficiently that I thought you a likely candidate. As for the Legion of Doom, word has leaked through a few channels. And as far as equipment and resources, I might take you up on that. I haven't probed deep, onl what you keep on the surface. And as far as keeping them to myself, " he grins, "I will until you are ready to show that delightful non human visage to the world.""

Green Goblin has posed:
    "Well, good. If you want my advice, I'd stay out of my head, Grodd. Bad things happen in there," he says with a quick smile, more a showing of his teeth than any kind of sign of genuine emotion, "Rest assured, once the race is over we will ALL have more leeway to act in this city. Once my Kingdom is secured, we can bring REAL progress to these mindless savages..."

    He hisses that last part. Obviously he doesn't think much of the average citizen.

    "I have plans, Grodd. If all goes well, we may have more serious discussions in the future. If it doesn't, well... none of this will matter anyway," he says cryptically, and without further explanation.

    "Now," he says politely, returning back to his businessman-act as he gestures vaguely at Grodd, "This has all been very impressive. You can leave your device," he says, pointing at the object Grodd has placed ont he table, "Or take it. I AM interested in applying your intellect to, perhaps, some shared goals. I will have the locations of the other Legion members sent to you at that address," he points at the business card, "should you wish to contact them and arrange another meeting. I'm certain some of the more... hrm... low-level villains might be PARTICULARLY in need of guidance."