Stark Industries, Wednesday, 03/26

[ultron_junior]

Victor's walk to work had somehow been uneventful, other than the half-block sprint to the store when a cloud of piranhas turned the corner at the wrong moment.

Once he was in the shop with the doors closed and his breathing a bit slower, he tried to focus. He might not be some kind of super-robot like his double, but it was still time to fight. He yanked everything he could think of off the shelves and started trying to assemble some kind or projectile weapon. He had a feeling he might want it.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

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[fh-vikings.livejournal.com]

There was a loud thunk against the door.

And then another one.

And then a third.

Almost as if a cadre of three vikings was hurtling itself at the door until it broke. Which it didn't, but the force was enough to at least open the actually-unlocked door. "STRID!"

[ultron_junior]

Yeah, they could have just opened the door. It was okay, though. Remembering whether to push or pull was tricky.

"Ack!" Victor said eloquently, and scrambled for a long, heavy piece of metal. (The weapon he'd been working on was very much a work in progress.) "Get the hell out of my store!"

[fh-vikings.livejournal.com]

The front viking lifted his axe up high and yelled something about battle in nearly incoherent Swedish.

Then he dashed at Victor, his buddies in his wake.

[ultron_junior]

Somehow an axe coming toward Victor took away his ability to think. He was reacting on instinct as he brought one hand up and sent a blue-white crackle of electricity at the Vikings. The other hand had been holding the metal; he tossed it at the rear guard as if it weighed nothin at all.

And then he looked confused. "What--?"

[fh-vikings.livejournal.com]

That poor blond viking. All of his hair was standing up - yes, even the mustache - and he looked, for a lack of a better word, shellshocked.

And a bit frazzled.

The redheaded viking to his left - the only one untouched by the electricity - let out a cry that sounded a little, but not entirely, not like 'VENGEANCE!!'

[ultron_junior]

"Get out!" Victor repeated, and waved his hands at the redhead. They were still sending out short, sharp shocks of electricity. "Or I'll ... do whatever I just did ... again!"

Assuming he could figure out how to do it again, that is. But the vikings didn't need to know that.

[fh-vikings.livejournal.com]

The redheaded viking held up his sword, but his two compatriots were backing towards the door. They needed to regroup.

The viking that remained barked a selection of random vowels at Victor. Okay. Clear.

[ultron_junior]

"That's it," Victor said over the wild beating of his heart. He raised a hand and magnetically sent a bucket of mixed nuts and bolts their way. "Get out. Go. No quiero volver a verte de nuevo. You smell."

(Who was he?)

[fh-vikings.livejournal.com]

... Okay. There was a limit to viking bravado, and that limit began somewhere around metal things flying through the air and hitting them in the head.

The redheaded viking let out an incredibly high-pitched shriek and fled out the door with his companions.

[ultron_junior]

"So long," Victor called after them, and sent one last wave of tiny metal things toward them before slamming the door.

And then he sank to the floor, exhausted. Karolina's robot talk was suddenly sounding much less crazy.