MASTER PLANNER

IND. DOC OCK OF TSSM ;; SCIENCED BY PLANE

[nuclearms]

Faster than she can blink, an arm snakes out, curling around her midsection to yank her off her feet and squeeze. Otto would be honest with himself, he had come to terms with the little gateway getting away for good.

His luck, it would seem, was looking up. For once in his life, anyway.

"Oh come now, you're not leaving already are you? Stay awhile, I insist."

@curioosity

[curioosity]

nuclearms​:

All she gets for her trouble is a tighter squeeze, then a chuckle as he throws her across the room. Seems he’s in a rare playful mood, wanting to see her try and escape. Even giving her the chance, seeing what stress might do with her jumping abilities. Would it serve to strengthen them? Or just cloud her thoughts, distract her, and cause more issue? Even if he got nothing from it now, understanding just what he’s dealing with was the main name of the game.

“Oh? Don’t tell me you’re still upset about that now. Holding grudges is so juvenile. I thought we were past that.”

Just as he thought that her back would meet the wall she seems to be engulfed by a blue portal, appearing behind him stealthily. That was something new, as if she had a bit of a practice this time around. 

“You locked me up in a BUNKER. Do you even know how BORING your life is? You didn’t even have Youtube down there!”

[nuclearms]

"If you had asked for such childish, basic amenities and cooperated I would have obliged."

A lie through a chuckle as he turned, masking the surprise on his face. Either she could control them and could be an even better asset, or they were a byproduct of some other self-protective element and he'd get to the bottom of it through rigorous testing.

Either way, intentional or not, his curiosity was only lifted as she displayed her talents. Again an arm snaked out, snatching for her. Containment would need testing and adjusting if she could pull them forth at will, but he was nothing if not adept at the scientific method.

"I do recall giving you the option of being a willing participent and you denied it. Of course I would keep you away from any attempts at calling for help."

"You can either be an associate or a test subject, and test subjects don't get internet priveledges. Would you like to readjust your stance or are we going to do things the hard way?"

[nuclearms]

Faster than she can blink, an arm snakes out, curling around her midsection to yank her off her feet and squeeze. Otto would be honest with himself, he had come to terms with the little gateway getting away for good.

His luck, it would seem, was looking up. For once in his life, anyway.

"Oh come now, you're not leaving already are you? Stay awhile, I insist."

@curioosity

[curioosity]

"Of course you'd be insisting," she snarls but not without her golden snark itself. Her form flickers in and out of reality as she tries to teleport out of his clutches. "It wasn't exactly a fun tea party with you last time."

[nuclearms]

All she gets for her trouble is a tighter squeeze, then a chuckle as he throws her across the room. Seems he's in a rare playful mood, wanting to see her try and escape. Even giving her the chance, seeing what stress might do with her jumping abilities. Would it serve to strengthen them? Or just cloud her thoughts, distract her, and cause more issue? Even if he got nothing from it now, understanding just what he's dealing with was the main name of the game.

"Oh? Don't tell me you're still upset about that now. Holding grudges is so juvenile. I thought we were past that."

[nuclearms]

You know you love me!

The smaller of the two scoffed, closing his book with a scowl. True, she might be family, but he would not complain if he suddenly found a ticket to the other side of the planet.

"Olivia."

"If you do not leave me alone, I AM going to make you eat this novel."

[werewolfoffeverswamp]

apparently you’re not supposed to put ‘blasphemy’ and ‘becoming god’ on your resume 🙄

[science-bastard]

oh the reactor’s melting down? hold my lab coat i’ll show you a real meltdown motherFUCKER—

[nuclearms]

Kicks the wall so the family portrait falls out of view.

"No, I do NOT have any siblings."

@dieamonster @praevii

[nuclearms]

Faster than she can blink, an arm snakes out, curling around her midsection to yank her off her feet and squeeze. Otto would be honest with himself, he had come to terms with the little gateway getting away for good.

His luck, it would seem, was looking up. For once in his life, anyway.

"Oh come now, you're not leaving already are you? Stay awhile, I insist."

@curioosity

[mygeckodoestricks]

I can almost see Ock getting redeemed. He was abused and snapped. If maybe he could somehow be respected without harming anyone he might take that path. I bet if someone were to point out that he’s no better than Osborne he’d probably rethink some things

To be completely honest (and late, *sips starbucks*) I can’t see him getting fully redeemed, but I can see him being soft to those he trusts. Mainly Adrian – he and Toomes were friends before EITHER of them started on their path to super-villainy.

I like though, how they did the snap and the ‘leading up to’ parts. He was meek, scared, a doormat to everyone (especially Norman, man FUCK Norman). Did what everyone asked of him and I can even assume that he went the extra mile and worked his ass off.

In the comics, he gave up the love of his life for (I forgot the reason other than I’m p sure Momma didn’t like her and gave him an ultimatum of ME OR HER!!) and never loved again, and since so much of TSSMA is like the comics, I like to assume this may have happened as well. We don’t get any of his home life (or backstory past when the series starts, Petey being fresh into the Spidey gig at at 16,) but I also like to assume his dad was abusive and his mom coddled him too much.

But back to my thoughts on how they portrayed it. I write Doc Ock from TSSMA as being a cute little 5′2, and the camera angles certainly paint him small enough to be that small. (Seeing as Petey says himself that he’s 5′6, and Doc is a few inches shorter than he is, I like to say either 5′2- 5′4 at the MOST). Shot from above him (think like a camera in a live-action setting) and pointed down, he is literally looked down upon when he’s in a shot/scene all by himself, like how the world looks down upon him. His coat collars are down, his shoulders hunched. A people pleaser. He wants to disappear, not attract attention nor cause waves by voicing his opinions.

After that telltale, classic, (and frankly heartbreaking) Doc Ock SNAP, EVERYTHING changes. His wardrobe – high, turned up collar to speak of being guarded. Goggles, not showing pupils, speaking of shrouding his motives like they shroud his eyes. And his arms, how he’s 99% up on at least two of them since he’s tired of being small and looked down upon.

OH and the ANGLES !! Let me SPEAK of the CAMERA ANGLES. Shot from below, looking up. He takes up MOST if not ALL of the frame in most of his shots, signifying he’s bigger, a threat. Looking down upon instead of BEING looked down upon.

His voice changes, revealing nothing but anger when Spidey gets in his way. (that sultry tone is NOT fair).

It’s like he’s an entirely new person, or an evil clone. Though he doesn’t see himself as evil, he sees himself as getting retribution for all that hard work he’s received little to nothing for all these years. If anything, he’s forcing the world to break even with him and give him what he deserves.

Even when I don’t condone his actions, I can see what drove him to take such drastic measures.

And like they say (idk where but i know ppl have said it, and idk if its tru or not… thinking emoji) once a wild animal tastes human blood, they won’t go back to regular prey.

Personally, I can’t see him getting a full redemption ark unless he was permanently devested of his arms and made to see reason, because if I were him I would be even MORE on guard with all the enemies I’d racked up when I could no longer defend myself with eight limbs. And I’d be all the faster recreating them while maintaining the false pretense that I was changed for the better and a threat to no one.

Now that he’s seen what it’s like to be in control, I can’t rightly see him giving it up and conforming to rules of a society that condemned him.

Though…. Comparing him to the person he hates the most might be the shock he needs to realize that he’s no better, arguably worse, than him. It might actually make him rethink things, and if anything might make him back off from being a public threat to a small blip on the radar if he retires early and flees while he can.

[funshinebf]

the cylinder beakers just dont have the energies that erlenmeyer flasks have. they arent as evil looking. just my opinion

[nuclearms]

"You too have confidence I would not have expected from someone with so much, ahh. Emotional investment. Have you figured out the antidote yet?"

The smaller of the two stared right back, giving no indication he heard or even cared what the duplicate had to say. Flesh hands nestled behind him, a mischevious gleam behind the goggles. Had he truly once tried to get this wretched excuse of an Octavius on his side? It wouldn't have been hard, surely. But the motive was clouded now when he thought back.

"Though I digress -- does it matter? He left quite the blood trail."

Even a chuckle was offered, posture relaxed yet ready should the bigger of the two snap and attack.

"Interestingly enough, I discovered it's quite radioactive. I'm going to enjoy tracking the body down for further study."

@dieamonster

[nuclearms]

// im only here to torment lucretia and torment them i shall

[nuclearms]

curioosity​:

There was a wash of instant relief the more he talks to her- she was afraid that he had lost his mind or worse, turned into a bad guy himself. Perhaps he needed to pay his rent as unpaid superheroes do.

“I’m not sure what he wants,” she keeps her voice down, smart enough not to let her panicked body language change just in case he was watching. “But from my experience? It’s probably has to do with my powers.” Azura shakes her head as if being a test subject was something regular for her.

“Do you have an escape plan? Is he holding you hostage here?”

“Uhh -- I usually just play it by ear, but--!!”

In an instant, sparks flew. Seeming to emanate from the arachnid’s neck, though what was causing it wasn’t clear. It didn’t need to be, when he could barely lift his arms to pull at it nor yell for her to run. If Doc was using the collar, he knew what was up. Hopefully she got the jist and took off. Even if the collar and its angry shocking left him weak and barely able to stand in the dirty water.

Splashing kicked up down the corridor as Otto approached, wearing an accusatory snarl

“Now if I had wanted you two to converse, I would’ve offered her in for coffee. Seven, you know better than that. Making me do all the hard work myself. Shame on you.”

Seems the do-gooder, while under control, was annoying and useless as ever. More training was in order, it seemed.

“And YOU. I suppose I should have expected as much. Phasing through the locked door, now that was a cute trick.”

“But we have a tight agenda, and if Seven isn’t going to assist, then I’ll just bring you back myself.”

“I did offer you your freedom when we were done, but oh all you self righteous types are all the same. Oh well.”

[nuclearms]

praevii​:

“Ugh, tell me about it. Funny story, we finally killed the Spider-Man in my dimension, and then not only did some kid take his place, my collider brought five more spiders through! It wasn’t my fault, Norman interfered… I was glad to see it work, but just- it’s been a tough couple of days, not gonna lie.” 

In truth, she loved the chaos of her job- both parts of it, the experiments and the hunting down spider-people- but sometimes she could do without all the explosions and sabotage and getting punched in the face all the time. 

“Alright, sounds good.” Back home she had a group of MD friends she could call on short notice in case of emergency, but for now Otto’s lab would have to do. And, as much as she wanted to see it, she was also hoping said lab would have somewhere to rest. 

Her rubber arms moved lightly, deftly, though if one watched her closely they’d see that her movements weren’t quite as smooth as usual. Two Doc Ocks with two different fighting styles… It would be interesting to see how they’d work together in battle. 

“It’s probably just a concussion. Without the protection of my suit I’d be dead, so, y’know, can’t complain. Coffee would be great, thanks.” Liv smiled, completely unapologetic. “It was earlier in my dimension.” She followed Otto inside, setting herself down in the elevator. “You have a lot of these hidden labs?” 

“Ah, so it IS possible. To kill him, I mean. I have come close, but he always manages to squirm free.”

His hubris most often got the best of him, but Otto was loathe to admit such. Especially to an alternate who had achieved her goal. Though, he held his tongue free of cutting remarks of jealousy, and instead focused on switching lights and other appliances on in the lab.

Soon, two mugs had been poured, and he had made himself comfortable on one of the (surprisingly dust-free) seats a bit aways from the door. Concussion or not, she was cognizant and in need of no assistance. Maybe some rest, for sure, but at least he wouldn’t have to put on gloves.

“I do, having established myself. The only unfortunate part is they often get demolished. A funny thought, disposable secret laboratory.”

“But tell me, you mentioned a collider? I had toyed with theories in my younger days and grown bored with it. How long did it take you to get it up and running successfully? And why did it take you to this dimension, I wonder, in specific?”

[nuclearms]

curioosity​:

She couldn’t believe her eyes as she adjusted to the figure in the dark. No, she was sure that’s not- No, it can’t be.

Azura presses her back against the wall as he corners her, her flickering stopping as she tries to remain calm as possible.

“Okay. Did he clone you or something because that look and alliance isn’t really looking good for you. Bonked your head too hard, amnesia?”

Keeping his voice down, the spider hopped down to stand in front of her. He knew the cameras were in place, but he also knew the blind spots. They just so happened to be in one.

"I wish. Then someone might actually be out and helping people. It's just been 'go here' or 'do this', and I don't even get paid."

His tone suggests he couldn't care less, but if she looked closer, she might notice how he hesitated before bringing her back, how he hadn't used his usual tactics to bring her down, hell how he didn't even joke or throw puns. If she asked, she'd get throwaway answers of how he was fine, how he was working towards a goal -- but they would all be lies.

"Listen. He won't share what he's doing with me, I'm just.. uhh, hired help-- do you have any idea what he's after, what he's doing?"

how much trouble I'll get in if I let you go?

"Knowing Doc, it’s not good. Especially if he’s keeping the Six out of it.”

[praevii]

nuclearms​:

“You must be another octavius, nice to meet you.”

Such a simple sentence, maybe even uttered before. In a family setting perhaps. But in this one? It only gave Otto a headache.

Her arms were remarkable, not unlike his but at the same time so different! Where his were cold and mechanical, sharp and edged, hers were sleek, elegant. In no way did he believe even for a second she could be any less deadly than he, being an Octavius as she claimed – but it struck him as odd how they seemed to suit her in a way.

“Quite an entrance.”

His poker face gave nothing away, but he was indeed staring behind his goggles. Excellent physical condition, just as accomplished as he was in the way of enhanced prosthetics, polite – He wasn’t sure he was entirely fond of this new… variable.

Competition always made things more complicated.

“Otto. Pleased to meet you.”

“Though, sidetracking – with a spectacle like that, I’m not entirely sure our company will be pest-free for long. Can you walk?”

They could both take him. They could certainly both take him. But did Otto want to share the victory with anyone? He wasn’t entirely sure, still, what to think about her.

@praevii   con’t

“Yeah, the collider likes to make an impression. In concrete, if you’re not careful to stick the landing.” Which she’d only kind of done, but in light of recent circumstances she thought she deserved to be cut a little slack. 

Olivia took off her goggles and tapped her lenses, checking for damage. Once she was satisfied, she replaced them and gave Otto another once-over. Nice arms, though they didn’t look too similar to hers. He didn’t look similar either. It was like with the second Peter Parker. 

“Olivia. Same.” She adjusted her headband and rubbed lightly at a sore spot on her temple. There were a lot of sore spots, all over her body. There were certainly bruises forming under her suit, and her shoulder hurt like hell. “You can call me Liv. We’re like family or something.” She shrugged on her good side. 

“Can’t get a minute of peace in this dimension either, huh?” Usually she was all for a good fight, and she wanted to see what Otto was made of… but later. “Of course I can.” Liv raised herself on her mechanical arms. “But this is faster. I’d race you, but I don’t actually know where we’re going. Lead the way.” 

She shot him a sympathetic look. “Let me guess. There’s a Spider-person in this dimension too.” There always was. 

[nuclearms]

"Unfortunately. It is a work in progress to get rid of him, however. I've not had time."

He deigned not to mention how he’d had no luck, either

Otto couldn't keep the hatred out of his voice at the mention or mere even THOUGHT of the arachnid. Self righteous, golden boy-- There were many ways to describe him, but a PEST and a FRAUD were Otto's favorite. He broke just as many rules as anyone else, yet everyone loved him? Even with all the attempted murder? Otto was lucky the spider's attempts had only fused his arms to his spine, not killed him.

With that much radiation, it was still a shock to wake up with everything in working order.

"I have a backup lab not far from here."

Because they so often got trashed once the do-gooder got involved.

Taking off, he didn't wait for her to catch up, but continued talking. Careful, especially, to land the claws gently as to avoid leaving tracks. Of course, he could shatter concrete if he tried, but the name of the game was AVOIDING detection.

"I am not strictly a medical professional, but if you require attention, the supplies to give such should still be there. If not coffee. You picked an impeccable time Liv, it is running on three in the morning."

And, once they arrived to an unassuming storage container on a dark docking area, Otto was quick to unlock it and slip inside, a sophisticated elevator shaft waiting in the back of the unit.

[montereybayaquarium]

oh hey what’s kraken

[therobotmonster]

Nothing says “mistakes were made” like a new sign in the breakroom. 

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