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Norman H. Osborn ([personal profile] legacy_of_evil) wrote in [community profile] nextgenerationmarvel2014-11-28 07:35 pm

The Deal (Ariadne)


"Okay, Stella. Be safe. I'll see you when you're back."

Norman hit "END" and the call closed down. Stella was away for an indeterminate time on business, meaning that he needed to handle things for himself. He could get another assistant, yes, but no one had Stella's ability. He sighed and set the phone down, then pulled out his appointment book and looked over today. Breakfast meeting. Lunch meeting.

Dinner meeting with the representative from Typhon Group, followed by a meeting with his contact from the Organization.

His return to New York after another hiatus was low-key this time around. OsCorp was ready to make a major announcement but he needed to put a few other things in place. He flipped on the TV in his office and watched Christina Frost's new reality show with a smile.

She was already doing better than he hoped. E! owed him one for the suggestion.

He pressed the intercom button on his desk and waited for Lucy, his secretary, to answer.

"Lucy, please get a representative from Typhon on the line. I need to iron out some final details."

"Right away, Mister Osborn." Lucy said.
 


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[personal profile] hisstress 2014-12-04 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
She'd verbally poked, prodded, and jabbed him, and he'd taken it in stride.

Good. She liked that.

"I know the myth," Ariadne said. "In some places, she was also considered a snake goddess." This was, clearly, where Viper had gotten the idea of Ariadne's name from.

Well, that and the fact that it had once been an alias that the original Spider-Woman had gone by.

"What Minotaur did you have in mind?"
hisstress: (Surprised or Serious)

[personal profile] hisstress 2014-12-05 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
Ariadne had enough blood on her hands to fill a few Olympic-sized swimming pools. To her, suggesting taking someone down was akin to being asked if she wanted another cup of coffee. It was a part of her daily life.

"Killing him outright would be faster, but you're right. That's not the smartest move to make here." She smiled, then. "I do like the idea of keeping the capes busy, though. Out of my way." She folded her arms in thought. "I can help you out with resources, but I'm sensing that you have some sort of plan here. Care to share the details?"
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[personal profile] hisstress 2014-12-06 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Politics, taking control of people in power, these were things that HYDRA was definitely interested in.

Helped with that whole world domination thing.

It was definitely a project that Ariadne could hand out resources to, and help oversee. With one caveat.

"I'm all for helping out with this, Norman," Ariadne said. "Certainly, you've got a lot of cogs turning, and I can see where HYDRA would be able to lend support. Here's the thing, though. Publically, in any matter, I don't want any of this to lead back to HYDRA. I'm on your side here, because the fallout of this is certainly something that interests me. But for now, HYDRA's a silent, non-public partner. Deal?"
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[personal profile] hisstress 2014-12-06 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Done." Getting those things wouldn't be too difficult. It might take a little bit of work, but HYDRA had good people work for them.

Well, good bad people.

And they had spies everywhere.

"Though I have to say. HYDRA's best assassin is sitting right in front of you."
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[personal profile] hisstress 2014-12-07 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
The expression on Ariadne's face didn't change when he asked those questions. Sure, the smile was still there, but there were secrets hidden behind that smile.

"I'm trained to kill in a variety of ways," she said after a moment. "Whatever's most convenient, depending upon the mark. I would say that I'm not a fan of guns, though. They're so impersonal. Death is the last conscious thing a person experiences. They should go out while someone's there to hold their hand, don't you think?"
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[personal profile] hisstress 2014-12-07 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Did she enjoy it? Ariadne wasn't sure. She was certainly good at it. She enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. If she didn't like you, watching your life slip away was certainly something of a pleasure.

"Sometimes, it's a necessity," she replied. "Sometimes, sport."
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[personal profile] hisstress 2014-12-07 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Is that how you release your stress?" Ariadne asked. "I somehow can't imagine you to be some sort of banal serial murderer, running around the city at night, casually killing people."

Well, unless he was in a goblin suit.

Was that a thing he did?
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[personal profile] hisstress 2014-12-08 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
"If you're this brutal with your business deals, I can see why you're so successful," Ariadne replied. "But no. Though I may enjoy it sometimes, for me, killing is a means to an end. One body is just another rung on a ladder for me to climb as I make my way to the top." Though, to be fair, she was also bred to be one hell of an assassin. Viper wanted her daughter to be able to protect herself at all costs. "But you don't get to where I am without being the best at what they do, however dark it may be."
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[personal profile] hisstress 2014-12-09 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
There was no good and bad. Not in Ariadne's world. No, her world was filled with grey, tinted with greens, blacks, and yellows.

Ariadne raised her eyebrow as Norman rushed to the window. She followed him at a leisurely pace, and stood behind him, arms crossed, patiently waiting.

"Saw something that interests you?"
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[personal profile] hisstress 2014-12-09 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Funny," Ariadne said softly. "My mother loved them."
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[personal profile] hisstress 2014-12-09 10:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmm." Ariadne peered out the window. "When you say 'spider', I get the distinct feeling you don't mean the eight-legged arachnids," she said. She did, of course, know what specific species of spider Norman was referring to.

"My family has some history with...cousins...of your species," she said. "They don't matter to me, though. I mean, what's a spider to a snake?"
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[personal profile] hisstress 2014-12-10 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
She quietly smiled at the bit about the venom.

If Norman only knew of her true nature.

But Ariadne was a woman full of secrets, and that was one of them. No one ever needed to know one-hundred percent of her business.

"As long as you don't give him reason to, I'm sure he won't," she said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "You've heard of self-fulfilling prophecies, I'm sure. They're in many of the Greek tragedies. The protagonist sets out to stop something heinous from happening - something that's happened to family members before, you know. Anything. But instead of preventing it, they only invite the inevitable in."

She looked out the window again. "If you haven't engaged him yet, then maybe you can break that cycle."