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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No way. And I know where it's been, so I can put it anywhere I want~
[He snatches the notebook away from the man.]
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[The notebook is grabbed, but not fully snatched! Heinz has a firm grip upon it. His head snaps upwards and he locks eyes with the newcomer.]
Let go of that!
[And he gives a sharp tug to attempt to pull it free.]
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[He doesn't let his own grip of the notebook loosen, and holds onto it easily, even with one hand.]
Ushishishi~ [He laughs. This was sort of fun.]
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[Doof does not sound impressed. Nor does he let go of his notebook. Two hands are being employed, now.]
...you're... [Tug] ...creeping me out and annoying me. [Tug, tug] ...and your nails are dirty.
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[He tugs at the notebook as well, quite hard.]
And they are not dirty~
[Because even if he was lazy, he did keep clean. ..Never mind that he hadn't known how to wash himself when he first joined Varia (but he did learn pretty fast. There was no way he would have accepted Lussuria's swooning about how 'cute' he was longer than he had to).]
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[Doof snorts, and lets the notebook go on the next powerful tug. He then leans back on his folding chair, arms crossed over his chest. Overall? He's not feeling very impressed.]
Have an interest in basement planning, do you?
[Because that's what the notebook seems to contain. It's one hell of a basement, too, with multiple speculated levels, lots of calculations for dimensions in the margins, and the occasional little doodle of what may be laser cannons...]
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Not really~
[He laughs again. This was easy to understand. Too easy.]
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But it's totally getting this guy added to THE LIST.]
So, Prince...?
[The tone of his voice is inquiring. Maybe Mr. I Have A Tiara will provide a name or a title.]
You come for cookies? Cake? Things that involve flour and sugar? This is a bakery.
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Prince Belphegor~ And I come for sushi.
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You...
[There's a long pause. Then Doofenshmirtz passes his hand over his face.]
I cannot even begin to unwind the possible confusion of ideas that would lead you here, of all places, in search of sushi. So I won't.
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No reason~ I just thought it'd be a good place to look at. Not like any place got as good sushi as Vongola Decimo's rain guardian's dad's place.
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[Making a point of showing his disinterest, he picks his pen back up and jots something down on a slip of notepaper. He then folds it and tucks it away in a pocket, before skimming through the order book.]
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Not fancy, just good. Unlike what I've heard about Cactus' big sister, Poison Scorpion's cooking.
[But then everything she cooked turned poisonous. Be it intentionally or not.]
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[He picks up a tray of cooled cookies from behind the counter, and brings them around to set them in the display case, rambling dispassionately all the while.]
Peanut butter on noodles? Not the same thing at all. Not in the least. Tabasco sauce is barely adequate for seasoning. The noodle types are all wrong. There are so many little fill-in-the-gap things that are missing, here.
[The case is filled, the cookies are settled, and Doof strides back, passing near to Belphegor as he does.]
But eh, what can you do?
[And YOINK he's snatching deftly for his notebook.]