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KONSTANTINE Z. VON DOOM
 Posted: Feb 25 2017, 08:44 PM
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The luxury limousine smelled of rich fine leather. It had been improved of course for his safety. Just one of Svjetlana's security improvements, not that he minded. The woman had her uses of course. In the past she provided him with a great deal of comforts. Konstantine had even grown a little found of her, not that he would have admitted it to anyone, not to mention himself. For ages he believed in no one else other than himself, feelings towards people were a liability, a sickness. One that had to be cut out of one's life. They made one soft, weak, and weakness could not be tolerated. He learned that lessen well under his father's watch.

The capital of the United States seemed to pale in comparison to his own small empire. American's viewed themselves as strong, almost boarding on invincible. Their arrogance would be their undoing. He pondered his dealing with the American's as the car slowed and pulled to a stop in front of the rather expensive Aliena restaurant. At over two hundred dollars a plate it was a guarantee that most of the commoners wouldn't bother him. Not that his security was lacking. No this was a perfect place to meet someone from his past. Antigone Stark was someone he knew from his wondering college days. She owned a rather impressive company, small, but impressive. Konstantine liked to admire impressive things, both things physical and metaphysics.

The night's air hit his face once the older driver opened his car door. Getting out he fixed his winter coat that hung over his fine Italian suit. It was only a short walk to the entrance of the American eatery. A door man opened it for him, with a little bow as well. Konstantine didn't even acknowledge the man has he entered the established. The smell of spices filled his senses and made him instantly hungry. The purpose of the evening was to discuss business, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself in a little bit of vice. It had been sometime since he'd been in contact with the last remaining Stark. Part of him was actually excited for this meeting.

The host directed him towards his reserved booth. This was one of the few places he dared to dine frequently. They made decent food and served a good solid drink. Just as he handed his jacket to the host and rear touched the comfortable seating a woman brought a crystal glass of a clear liquid. Every place that he dined knew of his fondness for the best vodka money could obtain. He was right on time, at least by the plans he made. Konstantine always liked to arrive twenty minutes early. It gave him time to mentally prepare himself for what was to come. Not that he needed time to deal with the heir to the Stark name. She was after all only a woman pretending to be important, and nothing like her father.
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ANTIGONE M. STARK
 Posted: May 14 2017, 04:37 AM
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Antigone was in no hurry to get to her business dinner. The only reason she had agreed to it was because if she hadn’t, Konstantine just would have continued trying to make it happen. His persistence may have been an asset to him in business, but it just proved to piss off the Stark heiress. Largely because it wasn’t just business. Von Doom seemed utterly incapable of keeping things professional between them, no matter how many times she told him to eat a dick. It had been like this even back in University, while he was fully aware she and Stanley Osborn were having a thing.

As much as she genuinely loathed the dictator, and quietly hoped the people of Latveria would get their shit together and go full on angry pitchfork mob on his entire regime, Antigone approved of his choice of meeting location. It was quiet and pricey enough that it was unlikely that there would be few overly nosey bastards eyeballing them. She sat in the passenger seat of her high-tech luxury vehicle silently going over the shopping list with Anehdonia, who was doing driving. The android, with her non-Antigone face, would take the car and do the grocery shopping for the Wreck Room’s inhabitants while Antigone was having dinner with Konstantine.

They decided that Six would also pick up dinner for David and the Hive before collecting Stark from Aliena. It would have been entirely too suspicious for Antigone to leave the her meeting with five servings of eggplant parm and a medium rare steak. Going over the details of Six’s jobs for the next hour or so helped take her mind off of how bad her own time would be. Tig would have happily had Six take the meeting in her place were it not for the fact that she wanted to test out her latest personal technological upgrade. To the credit of her genetics, you couldn’t even tell that she had preformed invasive surgery on herself less than twenty-four hours ago.

The matte black vehicle came to a stop in front of the restaurant and Stark reluctantly opened the handleless door with her powers. Giving the android a look and a nod, they mutually started their clocks counting down until it would be socially acceptable for her to leave. That was of course a countdown that excluded any particularly infuriating interactions with Von Doom, that could potentially end the business meeting early. Leaving the comfort and warmth of the vehicle, Antigone psychically tapped into Aliena’s cctv to see what she was walking into. Knowing that she could singlehandedly kick the ass of Konstantine’s entire security team gave the technopath enough warm fuzzy feelings to stride into the restaurant without hesitation.

Technically, she was seventeen minutes early which would have been considered a miracle had she not specifically planned it. Everyone knew Von Doom arrived twenty to thirty minutes prior to any given set meeting, just like everyone seemed to know that Antigone generally tended to run late. Her early arrival was not out of eagerness or even her genuine desire to get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible. She doubted that the fascist really needed the extra time to prepare but if he wasn’t mentally ready... well, what a terrible shame that would be.

Antigone didn’t need to ask if Konstantine had arrived or where his table was, but she had to play it human. Her encounter with the host was brief but informative in its own way. As he helped her with her wrap, Tigs slipped him a hundred dollar bill and made a fairly standard request “Manhattan, and keep them coming.” Like Von Doom, she too was typically a vodka person but she was not about to drink vodka with him. After all, on the color scale he only warranted boring old taupe. The host showed her in the general direction of the booth before hurrying off to place that drink order for her. As she leisurely approached, she couldn’t help but think that Konstantine’s face was entirely wasted on that ogre.
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KONSTANTINE Z. VON DOOM
 Posted: May 14 2017, 12:39 PM
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The clear liquid was smooth as it went down his throat. Konstantine didn't partake in lower class spirits. They tasted like cheap cleaning products. No, he'd want the top shelf. The bottle with the highest price tag, not that he cared much about price. Money had no value with a dictator who a reserve from an entire country and international corporation. Ice tumbled against the side of the expensive crystal tumbler as he partook in its contents. He'd need a boost of relaxation to deal with the Stark heir. Likely she'd try and fight him on everything, or just be smug. This wasn't university anymore. Back then they'd been children, caring more about partying and their short sided relationships. Von Doom hadn't forgotten about Osborne. Those heirs seemed to share quite a lot, it wasn't surprising that they were romancing each other. Like then he didn't have time for childish pursuits.

"Antigone." Von Doom said with a little smirk, getting up from the table. His fine suit jacket was unbuttoned as he got up from the his seat. The dictator didn't skimp on clothing. Everything was made by the finest tailor. "As lovely as ever. Time has not touched you one bit." The dictator said with care. A hand gestured towards the other side of the booth. "I thank you for taking the time to meet me. You must be very busy." He continued. "Please." He waited for her to take a seat first before returning to position across from her.

Perhaps in another time or dimension the tech queen would have made a fitting match. Victor would have loved to play him off to another equal in the realm of marriage. Even room an early age his glorious father had sought to pawn him off to increase his power within the already indifferent world. Konstantine had just chalked it up to just the urge to increase his influence. Most of the heirs he met were unsatisfactory, either they were unintelligent or unattractive. Whether it was the Wakanda princess, Transia and their sorceress queen, or the heirs of Atlantis. Victor never tried to play him off to the heir of Tony Stark, but at least she had both the looks and intelligence going for her. The woman didn't posses the same amount success and finances has himself, now it would be a major step down for him, but things could always be played to advantage.

The well clothed maître d' approached the table delivering another cocktail per Konstantine's appeal. "May I take your order?" Saying in a soft gentile voice, knowing he had two very important people within his restaurant. "Chicken Saltimbocca." The ruler of Latveria pronounced to the employee of the eatery. He listened has Stark made her known order. Voice was pleasant to listen to, even if in the past she'd been slightly annoying to him. Now it seemed to seem slightly different form then. All the more experienced from her deeds post the university. "I have noticed your company fairs well these days." Saying once other ears have left their presence. He hated others around once he was talking business one on one with someone.
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ANTIGONE M. STARK
 Posted: Dec 2 2017, 12:37 AM
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"Konstantine." While she was careful to keep the tone of the single word greeting cordial, she made sure to slip in some apathetic undertones. Antigone was forever careful not to give him hope that she might think about him outside of business and the few times a year their professional circles crossed paths. Technically she did think of him when it wasn't immediately pertinent, but not in a way that he would exactly appreciate. She had always kept tabs on her contemporaries and anyone who had the potential to become a danger. Before her death she had only kept as close an eye on Von Doom as she had the likes of Kade <i>fucking</i> Kilgore. She had learned that lesson.

The fact that he was traditionally handsome, well dressed and equally well groomed did nothing for her. No amount of money or taste could hide what he was, at least not from her. Antigone knew too much. She always had, and while she was never particularly shy about this fact she never truly let on the extent of it. As she had grown physically, so had her abilities and her resource base but there was still a great deal of information out of her reach. She would never be happy about that last part, as far as the technopath was concerned there would never truly be such a thing as too much information. Hence the new tech she had semi-jokingly labelled "Sp-Eye Tech" in her personal database.

Antigone had taken the technology she used when making the Anhedonia series' visual centres and boiled it all down to a sliver of a disc the size of her irises. She had used all the med-tech at her disposal to surgically implant them under her corneas where they hid perfectly in plain sight. The technophile was not a hundred percent on the current version of her newest toy, but so far it was working out well. She would be able to replay Konstantine's borderline clichéd compliments in HD later on. "I'm always busy, but... I suppose we all have to eat sometime." Antigone offered the dictator a tight smile to accompany response as she smoothed the back of her dress and carefully sat down on her side of the booth.

Her first Manhattan arrived with the maître d', who proceeded to ask to take their orders. Thankfully, Konstantine didn't need to peruse the menu painstakingly slow which would have dragged things out longer. She too had come prepared. Antigone gave the waiter a something not unlike a megawatt smile, "I'll have the steak au poivre, medium-rare, closer to rare than medium. Thank you." The heiress was a firm believer that how a person treated waitstaff said a lot about them, so she was always sure to be kind and leave a generous tip. Occasionally, this paid off by making her companions and peers look bad by comparison.

Her broad smile faded away as she turned back to her dining companion and lifted her drink as the waiter left their side. "You've noticed have you." She took a slow sip of her drink not hiding her slight amusement, watching the Latverian all the while and taking the opportunity to scanning his retinas. "I think we both know that 'fairs well' is something of an understatement." Antigone set the cocktail back on the table and adjusted it's position slightly, the micro display calculating the amount of liquid left in the glass as she did so. "Being intimidated by my success is perfectly natural, Konstantine. It's nothing to be ashamed of." Tigs knew she probably shouldn't have said that last part, but there was just something about fucking with Von Doom that had always just come naturally to her. Maybe it was his pompousness, or his inherent misogyny, maybe it was because he was entirely unaware of those things within himself. In all honesty it didn't really matter what it was about Konnie that pushed her buttons, at the end of the day it was mostly just because she herself was kind of an asshole.

So she changed the subject, at least for the moment. "How's Lana? It's always so strange to see you without your better half lurking in the background." Ultron already had a vague idea where Von Doom's bodyguard and head of security was. There had been some sort of hubbub in the dictator's homeland not all that long ago and it was likely that's where his loyal muscle was and what she was dealing with. Unfortunately the exact nature of whatever had happened was out of her reach as the Latverian news outlets had done what they always did and squashed any stories about it. When she had gone to the turnip heap of a country after David had dropped Konnie into the river, she had carefully selected targets and locations to bug and install background spy programs. Naturally, none of it could be traced back to her and as recent events clearly showed was that it wasn't all that effective. The dictatorship seemed to have all the news anchors and journalists whipped and on a tight leash.


note: the hubbub i'm referencing is zora's great escape and all the chaos/disasters she caused on her way out of the country.

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KONSTANTINE Z. VON DOOM
 Posted: Jul 11 2018, 10:45 PM
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He couldn’t help but catch the tone in which she used to say only his first name. There wasn’t any doubt in his mind that Stark dislike him, perhaps even loathed him. Konstantine didn’t much care about what their relationship status was, but those nice gestures was what separated them from the animals. Even if one despised the another, they could at least be civil. In this fact he would have to play nice to see if the Stark heir would even been willing to part her one growing company. His company had taken a hit, but was still one of the world’s leaders in various fields. It was with this in mind that he was here, seeking to test out the waters for any interest.

While she was attractive, Antigone Stark did not fit into his ideal match for a woman. Americans themselves were beyond soft. A fat bloated empire that was in its death throes, even if it didn’t know it yet. Their citizens often reached out a hand, looking for a handout from their leaders, too lazy to work for the benefit of their brothers and sisters. Still they clung to outdated ways of thought, such as the same old hatred for different races. Latveria had grown beyond that, now the shining beacon of success. Most of the world had become jealous of the small European states success, so they sought out his council.

A small chuckle escaped his lips as Antigone pretended to be witty. ”Still, it’s always good to catch up with an old friend.” The dictator said raising his class in a solute and then took a sip of its contents. The vodka was top shelf, imported, his taste buds appreciated it greatly. Americans tended to think they could distill anything and it would be the talk of the town, now he was pleased to see another European brand being exported to the once mighty land in which he currently sat.

”Of course I have.” He said with a smirk. He kept tabs on most of the growing markets. To see which he could purchase with a large check, or just use other less savory methods to get them to sell. Cutting edge tech sometimes needed to be off the market before it was even announced, unless it was by his own company. A chuckle emanated from his diaphragm as she attempted to goad him into a rash response. ”My dear Antigone, you caught me red handed.” The flash of his teeth was fake, but it presented a good front. ”You’re observational skills are clearly top knotch as ever.” A playful bit of banter wasn’t going to hurt anything, but just try to throw her off whatever game plan she had set for the evening. ”Don’t let that success go to your head now. Companies come and go, often fail by the actions of their CEO’s or their predecessors, but I’d be willing to help you out. If you are indeed in troubled times.” Hand slowly spun the class upon the soft white cotton tablecloth.

An eye twitched in annoyance when the woman made mention of his personal bodyguard and secretary. She’d thrown a tempertdrum and run off back to the homeland. Konstantine still had yet to figure out what to do with the woman in return. She’d been loyal up to this point, but her attitude had grown thing upon his nerves. ”She is well. Tending to some of my affairs back home.” Glass had been raised to drink again. ”You know how it is. Can’t be in multiple places at once. At least not yet.” The situation with his little test subject was beyond infuriating. The prize had been lost in the wind for some time now. More than likely she was wreaking havoc on whatever peasants she could get her hands upon. Unfortunately the project to combine Zora’s and his niece’s DNA would have to wait. Creating the ultimate mutant warrior subservient to his own desires would have to be put on the back burner. ”She’s dealing with a small chemical plant issue. Little loss of life. It’s under control though.” The fact that Stark seemed to care about Lana threw him off and made him suspicious. ”So where’s Osborne? Something happen Antigone. If you need to talk about it, I’m all willing to listen.” The jab back felt good to throw in her face. If she was going to fight dirty he didn’t mind getting down to that level.

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