Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
doofenstrudel) wrote2011-08-24 03:31 pm
doofenstrudel) wrote2011-08-24 03:31 pm
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05 - Sharp-Dressed Villain
[Action A, 457 Stone Street, Morning]
[It's another marginally beautiful Mayfield morning, and Doofenshmirtz has volunteered to head out front and get the mail. Still half-asleep, he steps over the brown-papered package on the front step, staggers to the mailbox, extracts the bills, and steps back over the package without even noticing it. Click, and the door shuts behind him.
A few moments later he's back out on the step, staring down at the thing he had previously ignored.]
Ehn, what's this?
[Peering down at it, he's surprised to see that it's addressed to him. A suspicious look is cast left, then right, then upwards, then he quickly snatches up the package and retreats inside.]
I've heard about this! They've given me something back! I wonder what it is?
[He shakes the box this way and that, judging the weight of the contents. Still no idea. Ah well! He rips the paper off, lifts the lid off of the box inside, to find that he's been given back his labcoat.]
..it's a start. A pretty good start.
[Action B, Bakery]
[Another day, another dollar. Heinz is at work... well, he's at work. Physically present at work, behind the counter and minding the bakery. But he's not doing much. No baking, no frosting, no kneading. He has a notebook in hand, and he's scribbling in it madly, occasionally muttering to himself.]
I'll need three dozen of those... hm, I'm going to need multiple trips. Taking measurements into account, we'll need this much lumber just for the supports.... ooh, and tarps. Tarps are important. Many tarps.
[And he's got his apron tied over his labcoat. Having gotten it back? It's going to take effort to make him remove it.]
[Action C, Around Town]
[His shift at work is done, and Doof is now out and about shopping. Still wearing his labcoat, of course. And grinning from ear to ear, occasionally consulting his notebook before plucking an item from the shelves and tossing it in his shopping cart. Hardware store, general store, record store, he's stopping by it. His list of needs is long. You might catch him between stores, too, arms loaded with bags.]
[It's another marginally beautiful Mayfield morning, and Doofenshmirtz has volunteered to head out front and get the mail. Still half-asleep, he steps over the brown-papered package on the front step, staggers to the mailbox, extracts the bills, and steps back over the package without even noticing it. Click, and the door shuts behind him.
A few moments later he's back out on the step, staring down at the thing he had previously ignored.]
Ehn, what's this?
[Peering down at it, he's surprised to see that it's addressed to him. A suspicious look is cast left, then right, then upwards, then he quickly snatches up the package and retreats inside.]
I've heard about this! They've given me something back! I wonder what it is?
[He shakes the box this way and that, judging the weight of the contents. Still no idea. Ah well! He rips the paper off, lifts the lid off of the box inside, to find that he's been given back his labcoat.]
..it's a start. A pretty good start.
[Action B, Bakery]
[Another day, another dollar. Heinz is at work... well, he's at work. Physically present at work, behind the counter and minding the bakery. But he's not doing much. No baking, no frosting, no kneading. He has a notebook in hand, and he's scribbling in it madly, occasionally muttering to himself.]
I'll need three dozen of those... hm, I'm going to need multiple trips. Taking measurements into account, we'll need this much lumber just for the supports.... ooh, and tarps. Tarps are important. Many tarps.
[And he's got his apron tied over his labcoat. Having gotten it back? It's going to take effort to make him remove it.]
[Action C, Around Town]
[His shift at work is done, and Doof is now out and about shopping. Still wearing his labcoat, of course. And grinning from ear to ear, occasionally consulting his notebook before plucking an item from the shelves and tossing it in his shopping cart. Hardware store, general store, record store, he's stopping by it. His list of needs is long. You might catch him between stores, too, arms loaded with bags.]
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Hmm, that almost makes me wonder if you could match up to Koyomi onii-chan's humor.
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...maybe? Possibly? Is this person here in Mayfield? Could we compare?
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[ She very obviously seems a bit downcast at that mention though, her face sinking behind the bags she's holding in her arms. ]
If you'd want to have a humor contest with him now though he would probably lose, since.. i-it's only his drone now..
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My condolences.
[Now he's feeling guilty about having brought it up.]
But who knows what the future may bring?
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[ Her face emerges slightly from behind the bags again, forcing a little smile. ]
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[He could have brought up that some drones remembered their droning, or that something even worse might happen... but that would just make things even more awkward and unpleasant. Topic change?]
Are you looking forward to school starting? Or are you disappointed that summer's coming to an end?
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I-if I'm allowed to be honest.. I'm sort of sad that it's starting up again, since it's a little scary there.. The drone kids bully me sometimes.
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[There's a sudden spike of protectiveness within him, hearing that. How wrong! How completely wrong!]
I don't understand, aren't those drone children supposed to be perfect little stereotypes of childhood that never do anything wrong around the adults and...
...but not the other kids...
...and oh no, I can see exactly how this would work.
[Possible impending horrible childhood flashback in 3... 2...]
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E.. ehehehe, yes.. [ She giggles, but it doesn't exactly sound happy. ] The drone kids tend to pick on people they don't deem as 'popular'.. Tomoe-san helped me once against them, but.. I'm sort of scared it might happen again.
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But the anger that he's feeling is preempting the need to reminisce about his own trauma.]
Little monsters. All of them. Tch....
[Now he's lapsed into an irate silence, pondering just what kind of device he could deploy to solve the problem.]
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I-it's okay though! It's nothing I can't handle, and I'm used to this much back home too. [ There's a smile on her face, even if it's a bit unsure. ] I'll be just fine, I guess..
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I am not mad at you! You shouldn't HAVE to handle little twerps like that! This is hardly an ideal world, but in an ideal world... none of that! NONE!
If any of those drone-bullies cross the line entirely, let me know.
[That's genuine menace in his voice. No bragging, no bombast, just an unworded threat that people had better not mess with his assistant.]
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Instead her eyes go a little wide with surprise, in a happy sense. ]
Um.. Would you really help me..?
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[Something about her surprise takes him back from the angry place that he had gone. He re-shifts his grip on the bags he's carrying, and speaks with a touch more calm.]
You are my assistant. We are a team.
[You are an excellent substitute daughter.]
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That's right, we're a team! We have to do our best in working together.
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[He sounds a gleeful about it. Horrible as this place is, he's done more socializing in the past few months than he had in several years. As a team! A team!
It's not long before they're coming up along Stone Street, and the Doofenshmirtz household.]
Now to drop all of this in the garage, and we are done. Phew.
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If you need my help with carrying things again anytime after this, please tell me, okay..?
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I may take you up on that tomorrow. Will you be busy tomorrow, around the same time?
[Doof has set his bags down, and is opening up the garage door.]
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Hmm, I shouldn't be busy at all! There's no school yet and I don't really have anything else special to do, so.. I'll gladly help if you want me to. [ She smiles a little. ]
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I may need you the next day, as well. We'll see. Best to finish this stage of the project before they send you off to school again.
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