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AMADEUS CHO BRAWN Leader of the Agents of Atlas

[chcsamadeus]

( @lcdyhawkeye​ )

if his guess was correct, that meant that whoever they were dressed up as meant they were who they were dressed up as. and now he was worried because he chose to be conan over shinichi, which pretty much meant he was going to be shrinking into his ten-year-old self anytime soon. hopefully not.

amadeus was fumbling with his bowtie, checking which voices were calibrated into the device while walking around the place, before bumping into someone and he subsequently fell to the ground. “⁠ow⁠—sorry about tha⁠—kate?” or at least he thought it was kate. “am i glad to see you. you think you can go full wednesday addams on me and get a few sharp objects? i’ve got a plan.”

[chcsamadeus]

( @clonedspider​ )

there are times when amadeus would like to count his lucky stars and thank the lord for his nature to second-guess some of his decisions. this was one of those times. he had been planning on dressing up as mario from super mario just for shits and giggles, before ultimately deciding to dress up as one of his anime heroes. that and it was hard to look for a costume to be a hwarang that his mom used to read about a lot.

kaine, on the other hand, may have not been so lucky. “so like...are you an actual skeleton now?” he didn’t know how else he was going to approach the topic but it sure seemed as if the webslinger was in that kind of situation.

[chcsamadeus]

( @truthreported​ )

they were fucked.

that much he could pick up from the party they were in. sure, he may have been busy gorging down on food by the buffet table and he could still see equations over people’s heads, but he suddenly felt something move in him, and his bowtie suddenly felt a little heavier. the people around him looked as if they were drunk until he saw someone transform and he put the plate down immediately.

he activated his sternbots device to the barest minimum and closed his eyes, not expecting anything until he suddenly found his arm in hulk form. “holy shit.” deactivating his device, his arm went back to normal and he closed his hands, unbelieving before finally smiling⁠—before coming face-to-face with...daphne from scooby-doo. “uh, please don’t tell anybody?”

[chcsamadeus]

ofthemysticarts‌:

stephen wasn’t one for parties unless they were based around himself. unfortunately for him and the entirety of the forced residents of this hellscape, it wasn’t about him, but rather about… doom. the one good and shiny thing was tony was out of the doomgeons and there was what appeared to be free food and beverages. plus stephen could dress up as gandalf. the only actual noteworthy fictional sorcerer in his book. turning sharply, he accidentally hit someone with his walking stick and grimaced before shoving a piece of cheese in his mouth, “i’m so sorry, i have to get used to using this thing, are you alright?”

it was a sort of ‘welcome’ break from all the doom and gloom in the place (pun unintended). amadeus really isn’t one for celebrating while suffering through, but this was probably one thing doom did right—even if his face was plastered all over the walls of the place. and i thought the rich kids were bad. so far, he’d been staying by the buffet table and gorging down on the food that he thought was appealing. he was already quite comfortable in his shorts and blue suit jacket, he could definitely understand why conan edogawa opted to wear this outfit. he’d just about to take another bite from the chicken pot pie when something hit the back of his head. “ow!” dropping his fork in the pie, he immediately held on to his head and hissed. “i’ll be fine, i think.” he opened one eye and gave an awkward smile at the sorcerer. “hi. cool costume.”

[chcsamadeus]

ofsymbiotes‌:

“…Or you could say ‘fuck it’ and do what you like,” Eddie said, wondering whether that was him or Venom speaking. Maybe both of them - neither of them were exactly the kind of guy to just lie down and let someone like Doom walk over them.

Losers, basically, Venom said.

“Speak for yourself,” Eddie muttered, before turning back to Amadeus. “So… how’s this place affecting you? I mean, my buddy’s kinda weaker and I’m not really letting him out, so he’s getting these really bad cravings, but I imagine your guy isn’t quite like that…”

Amadeus scrunched up his nose, unsure if Eddie was telling him to speak for himself or if it was Venom he was talking to. But he didn’t care to know either considering Venom was...well, Venom. Nastyass creature eating people, Jesus. He was incredibly frightening too.

“I would but being thrown in the dungeons seems a bit more boring than living under his rule. At least this place has passable food.” He didn’t even want to know what they fed the prisoners.

But he didn’t want to deal with Emma Frost, most of all. She was intimidating but also largely confusing. And being regularly visited by her when he gets himself thrown in prison? No, sir.

“My guy? Oh, you mean Hulk? Yeah, he’s a bit okay. I can’t exactly go full Hulk but—” he took one of the aluminum rods lying on the street and bent it in half with ease, “I still have some of his super strength. You think you can ask your guy to eat Doom? Would save everyone the trouble.”

[chcsamadeus]

expiaticn‌:

If there was sport teams around in this place then RJ can only imagine that there’s some sort of gym. He can’t imagine that there isn’t one place in the whole city without somewhere to punch some bags. His best guest was that there was a gym at the academy he attends — deciding it might be best to head over there way first. The athletes would need somewhere to train, right? “I attend the Latverian Academy of the Sciences. I imagine they would have a gym located in there that we could use. It’s a safer idea than attacking those robots. Have you seen their guns? One shot from those —“

Amadeus couldn’t help but perk up at the mention of the name of the school. It had been one of his many indecisions whether he should enrol or not. Alas, he figured he wouldn’t do so hot inside the four walls of the classroom so he opted out of studying; but he did kind of regret not sitting in one of Reed Richards’ classes. Who can even say they were students of Reed Richards, who definitely didn’t teach back in New York? Certainly not him. But it was something he could live with for today. “Okay cool. You think the gyms could hold out against our aggression? I mean I may not be able to hulk out fully but I’m pretty sure I have at least some of the super strength still,” he said as he zipped up his bag, his work uniform and cap inside, and got ready to follow RJ. “So have you had Reed Richards as a professor yet?”

[chcsamadeus]

Amadeus Cho as Detective Conan/Kudo Shinichi from the anime and manga Detective Conan (Case Closed)

[chcsamadeus]

expiaticn‌:

The boy doesn’t have any powers so this isn’t something he could relate to. RJ can’t imagine what it must feel like to lose them, wishing that there was a way to take out the dampeners to help all of those in these conditions. He can’t risk such a plan, so he just sits quietly day-to-day. “I understand that feeling. This whole arrangement makes me uncomfortable. I never wanted to be taking ORDERS from someone ever again.” The whole living under the watchful eye of those being able to take you out, punish you, it all brought back memories he wanted to forget. A lot of those have been coming back recently. “If only there was a way to let out some aggression. I wouldn’t mind punching something either.” Even if he should be taking it easy.

“I’d volunteer to spar with you but as it happens, I can’t hulk out.” But Amadeus wasn’t going to deny the fact that he was trying his very best to keep his temper in check. Man, I really should get back to meditation. Not that he forgot his actual combat training, but he did get used to going green and doing it the easy way. “You think they have a gym or anything nearby? The university maybe? You think we can punch some bags there?” Not that he actually knew what went on in the university gym but he maybe had an idea. It was a last minute decision not to apply for college but he sort of regretted not pushing through because: 1) Reed Richards was teaching in the academy, and; 2) he didn’t have an excuse to visit the gym. “You think we can take one of the robots and punch it out or something?” Probably not the best decision but he was getting a little impatient.

[chcsamadeus]

oforganicdiamonds‌:

“That’s a really weird opportunity to have.” - @chcsamadeus​

an amused smirk crossed her lips as she looked over at the younger man, “what? living in the castle? having more access to my powers than others? or working directly for doctor doom? i wouldn’t necessarily call it ‘weird’ just fortuitous and having the balls to step up when the rest of you lot decided to pretend he was a threat.” she paused and gave him a once over, “doom is but a boy pretending to be general, i’ve crushed larger men with a glance,” she gave a shrug, “men like you.”

“um...okay. was that supposed to be...you know what, nevermind.” how the hell was he supposed to react to that? was she flirting with him or was she threatening him? was it both and she was doing a backhanded flirt? jesus, who left me in a room with emma frost. there was a reason why he didn’t want to be left alone with the ice queen and this was one of them. “i mean i just think doom’s an idiot but y’know. doctor richards did say to lay low for a bit.” and while banner and jimmy woo were nowhere to be found, he was going to be taking advice from reed richards and tony stark. “besides, if doom was smart, he’d know that even if he dampened everyone’s powers, he can’t dumb down people. i can still see equations out of thin air, y’know?” and then he shut his mouth. maybe saying that out loud wasn’t the best idea. “i didn’t say anything.”

[chcsamadeus]

expiaticn‌:

“i understand taking the moral high ground and that’s great, it really is. but if we could just––”

Would it be appropriate to be asking the former assassin about morals? He knows what he believes in NOW, but his life had been controlled for a long time. What he DOES know is that none of this feels right. RJ is nervous about being forced to attend a school when he wasn’t ready for such a responsibility yet. The crowds are too much, but this isn’t about that. “We all have what we NEED to do. Which is more important than what we WANT to be doing.” The boy says softly. [ @chcsamadeus​ ]

he wanted to scream out in frustration. not at rj or anyone per se, but with the whole situation in general. amadeus wondered how people had the patience to deal with a person like victor von doom, especially his ego and his apparent need to dampen the powers of everyone. “i’m honestly so so so tempted to strangle someone. preferably doom, y’know?” it wasn’t as if having his powers dampened had any effect on him considering his brains were his priority, but it was still frustrating to not hulk out when he needed to hulk out.

[chcsamadeus]

ofmagiks‌:

“The look of this building is so imposing.” | @chcsamadeus​

illyana hummed in response, the blue hues of her eyes glancing over the building in question. she’d seen worse, but  could understand the sentiment regardless. “i believe it’s doom’s intention for everything to feel imposing.” she mused, having gathered the man was rather self-involved. everything seemed to need everything about him. “but i believe that’s all it is. a facade to make a man feel important and keep others in fear, no one can be more than him, more important or more powerful. spoiler alert, it never ends well for men like him.”

“true.” the building at hand looked imposing enough and if they put a few cobwebs, it could very well pass off as a haunted mansion or something. “man, you should hear how doctor richards talks about this guy. smart man but the ego gets in the way. and sadly, didn’t even get his doctorate degree.” it was sad to an extent—hell, amadeus himself was a college dropout—but to constantly live in reed richards’ shadow and refuse to get out of that shadow was...well...sad. “anyway, what are we supposed to do now? vandalism, right?” and maybe he was a little excited for that. maybe.

[chcsamadeus]

semistcble‌:

🗡❝ that’s a  really weird opportunity to have. ❞ !  ⦁  prompt from @chcsamadeus

“you mean being told to ‘hunt down’ the ‘doomicile’ who did some tasteful graffiti by the castle is a weird opportunity?” bucky asked, laughing softly before he shrugged. “yeah, i guess so. but it’s my job, so it’s not like i can refuse.” the tasks he was given were odd at times, but detective work was… at least somewhat familiar to him. not exactly the same as past ‘jobs’, but it was better than nothing. “what about you? what job have you got?”

“oh yeah, i heard about that. what was that about anyway? couldn’t they have just used something a bit more bright? a bright neon yellow would work.” maybe he shouldn’t be saying that out in the open and in the presence of a detective, but he was slowly getting annoyed with their supreme overlord; he made the dumbest laws after all. then he grimaced at being asked because he liked the job but he also hated it. “i clean up vomit in cinemas and make popcorn at the snack bar at the same time,” he said with a somewhat sarcastic smile. “okay, maybe not at the same time. and i do wash my hands with soap.”

[chcsamadeus]

[ “Ugh, that’s disgusting.” | @gloriouspvrpose ]

amadeus was inclined to agree. the sight before them was...just not pretty at all. and he’s pretty sure he’s going to have to be the one to clean up the mess because cassie was nowhere to be found (that traitor) and he hated cleaning up bodily fluids. “you should see the cinema on weekends,” he sighed out as he got the mop out. “far worse and far more disgusting.” god, he already hated living in planet doom, latveria, whatever it is.

[chcsamadeus]

[ “I’m surprised you’re conscious right now.” | @khaavri ]

to be fair, he didn’t exactly have the hulk powers at the moment and maybe going head-first against petty criminals was the worst thing he could do. well that and going on overdrive with his mind because he literally cannot afford to eat a lot these days, considering being a cinema boy didn’t really pay much. the frustration was understandably getting to him and he absolutely hated it. “i would pay good money for someone to knock me out today,” he groaned out, frustration painted all over his face.

[chcsamadeus]

[ “I’m surprised you’re conscious right now.” | @icyandthick ]

“trust me, i wish i was unconscious at this very moment.” not that he should be saying it out loud considering there were eyes and ears everywhere but jesus. this was some next level narcissistic bullshit that he had to go through. all four movies they had were ‘documentaries’ about doom and it was nauseating. that level of narcissism was crazy, even to enhanced being standards. “i would like to be unconscious for the next seven hundred hours or until we’re back to normal planet earth,” he said as he laid on one of the benches in the cinema waiting area that was hidden from the cameras.

[chcsamadeus]

[ “There are just some things you gotta do. Doesn’t mean you have to like it.” | @ofsymbiotes ]

he could probably see it that way. he was used to doing what he liked. he fought and led with dignity, he fought against whatever it was that didn’t have the best interests of the planet at heart. he detested it but now he had to make do with whatever it was that they were in considering they were now living under doom’s dictatorship. “i guess,” he muttered, his frustration at having his powers limited and having to deal with a leader that he was not willing to fight for seeping through, “it’s just really frustrating, honestly.” he wondered how eddie was able to push on with a parasite living in his body and live to another day.

[chcsamadeus]

[ “You have gotta be fucking kidding me dude.” | @statured ]

“i wish i was but i literally shit you not.” he’s seen his fair share of weird movies over the years of his existence. he’s seen movies about shark tornadoes and trains to busan escaping zombies. but this was a whole new level of narcissism and weirdness that he hasn’t stopped laughing about for the past ten minutes. it made for good entertainment while he was on duty at the cinema with cassie lang. “‘dooming intelligence’ is such a dumbass film title.”