ultron_junior: ([neg] emobot)
Victor had bad dreams a lot. Maybe it was some glitch in his neuroprocessors, maybe it was non-cyborg-issue-related psychic damage from seeing his mom die, but -- whatever. Bad dreams. Generally he just rolled over and tried to forget them.

But when he woke up, it didn't take him long to realize this one didn't feel anything like a dream. For one: No Lillie in it, and she seemed to have a featured role in every damn dream he had. For another, it just felt ... real. The Tony Stark parts, the Topher parts, the Chamber piece from the end ... oh god, especially the parts with Billy and some guy in a flying suit he didn't even know -- they all tasted and moved and stank like the real world. It was some alternate reality, some timeline hijinks, something, but he almost instantly knew it was a real place where he'd really been.

He gave the briefest thought to deleting the entire file from his brain without examining it further. But that wouldn't be fair. No matter what he did, the part of his programming that allowed him to be evil would always be there, just waiting for the right coaxing to bring it out. He owed it to himself -- he owed it to the people who might have to deal with Victorious someday, if he wasn't careful -- to remember everything about the last week, so he could avoid something like it happening in this world.

Even if keeping the memories meant that he still really wanted to punch Topher in the face.

[OOC: Door closed, post open.]
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Victor wasn’t sure what to expect from the team meeting at the new Malibu Hostel. Fireworks, probably. People talking over each other. Alliances and counteralliances and lone wolf opinions and petty disagreements colliding into a giant cloud of talk. Or maybe by the time he got there, the talking would be over... )

[OOC: Summarized from Runaways TPB vol. 9, Dead Wrong, by Terry Moore. Establishy.]
ultron_junior: ([talk] telling nico something)
It was looking like a nothing kind of weekend on the island, so after his classes Victor went back to his room to chill. He was poking around on an Avengers discussion board when his phone rang.

“Victor’s Pickle Shack, bringing you the best in brine,” he said cheerily.

The long pause on the other end suggested the caller wasn’t really in the mood for funny greetings. “Vic, hey. It’s Nico. Remember how before you left, you said you’d come back if we needed you, and I said that was great if we could just put the bad guys on pause while you portalled in?”

Nico sounded like she had a migraine. This wasn’t good; Victor started shutting down his laptop as he answered.

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Yeah, well” -- and now Nico sounded like she wanted to either laugh or cry and wasn't sure which -- “so, it’s actually happened. A bunch of Majesdanians came for Karolina, and I did a spell that I made all of them but one go away. We tied him to a chair and he seems harmless. But I have no idea where the rest of them are. I’m calling a full team meeting. How soon can you get to Malibu?”

“Like two hours,” Victor guessed. “Wait, why do they want K?”

“Because her dad was an ass and got a bunch of them killed,” Nico said wearily. “Same thing as always, right? I’ll explain more when you get here. Just -- we could use extra firepower before the rest of the alien invaders get back.”

Victor sighed. “All right. On my way.”

He hung up and went to quickly pack.

[OOC: Door/post open. Scenario inspired by Dead Wrong, Runaways vol. 3.]
ultron_junior: ([neg] emobot)
It was illogical to miss someone who had never existed, but that was what Victor seemed to be doing today.

He'd grown up thinking his father had been a Marine who had died in combat. Because of that, his mother had always made a little bit of a production out of Memorial Day. They'd go to Mass to pray for soldiers, she'd tell stories about Vic's dad, and they'd talk about what it meant to serve your country before heading to a cookout.

Or that was what he remembered, anyhow. (It got tiring, reminding yourself that your memories weren't real, that you'd only had three or four Memorial Days before this one.) But that father, the hero, had never existed. What he had in the way of parents was an evil robot and a dead woman who had lied to him for years.

In some crazy way that he kept wanting to reject with an error message, knowing that made him sadder than thinking his human father had been killed ever had.

He wondered who the guy in the pictures of his "father" he'd seen had been. Somebody from the neighborhood, an old boyfriend, a computer model Ultron had generated? He'd never found a match for the photos in image databases; he might just never know.

He laid back on his bed and closed his eyes. He needed to just stop thinking this way, but it was much easier to say that than to do it.

[OOC: Door is closed. Post is open, though I may be slow.]

Info Post

Apr. 26th, 2012 10:45 pm
ultron_junior: ([zap] and now we electronate things!)

Ridiculously Human Robot// Shock and Awe// Future Me Scares Me// Human Mom Nonhuman Dad Builder// Ascended Fanboy

Victor Mancha comes from the comic book series Runaways, which is part of the mainline Marvel universe -- if a bit off to one side. It's the same canon [livejournal.com profile] solarhippie is from, though Vic is about a year further along in the timeline than she is. He's coming to Fandom immediately after the Secret Invasion storyline.

Important stuff and adorable GIF, this-a-way )

More about my others tomorrow!

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Apr. 25th, 2012 06:29 am
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Hey, this is Victor Mancha. Leave a message and I'll call you back. Hasta.
This journal is for roleplay in the game [livejournal.com profile] fandomhigh. All your Victors are belong to Marvel Comics, which I am not affiliated with.
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I think I'm on another world with you
I'm on another planet with you
You always get under my skin
I don't find it irritating
- “Another Girl Another Planet,” The Only Ones

A change of speed, a change of style.
A change of scene, with no regrets,
A chance to watch, admire the distance,
Still occupied, though you forget.
“New Dawn Fades,” New Order feat. Moby

I never thought it could be as good as this
I finally found a new sense of purpose
“The Pledge,” Brendan Benson

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
“Shape of My Heart,” Sting

And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain
“Soul Meets Body,” Death Cab for Cutie

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
“I'll Be Your Mirror,” Velvet Underground & Nico

It feels your brain has lived a thousand lives before
And the skin you call your home
Holds a heart that quits,
And knees that buckle in,
And lungs that can't breathe when they're alone.
“Accidental Death,” Rilo Kiley

You don't see what you've got to gain
But you don't like to lose
You watch yourself from the sidelines
Like your life is a game you don't mind playing
“Bright Baby Blues,” James Taylor

Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now
“My Back Pages,” Marshall Crenshaw

I've been knocked down flat by joy that makes my face pulse like a sugar high
I've been cornered by the screams of a body as it freed itself of its mind
I guess you could call it superpowers
but no one is going to save the world with what I've got
- “Superpowers,” Dismemberment Plan


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