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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2014 5:24:09 GMT -5
The city spread out beneath him as Harry sat in the curved desk chair, his fingers steepled at his lips. Having taken over Oscorp only the day prior, there was so much that had to be done and he had not stopped since he had entered that board room and told the board members where they stood and what he expected of them. The only plus side of that day had been seeing Peter Parker, his childhood best friend that he hadn't seen in over ten years, but even then, it was hard to break from the stress of everything looming above him. At least right now, he had a few blessed moments of peace and so he had retired to his office to escape the hustle and bustle of the Oscorp building. His office was large and spacious with a full wall view of the city that spread out to all sides surrounding Oscorp. It was truly a spectacular view but Harry found he couldn't truly appreciate it. His mind was a whirlwind with recent events, having just returned from Empire State University where he was getting his Bachelors in Business. He wouldn't have come home if he didn't have to, but he had been told that his father was fading fast and wanted to speak to him before it was too late. Why the man suddenly wanted to talk to Harry, he hadn't known at the time. He had been practically ignored for most of his life, being sent off to boarding school when he was a kid and he could count the times that his father had actually interacted with him face to face on one hand.
But now his father was dead and he was the new CEO of Oscorp. Twenty years old, and in charge of one of the most powerful and influential organizations in the world. No pressure or anything of course. He knew the board of directors his father had left behind wanted him to fail and they would try to weasel their way into power, but he wasn't going to let them. Harry Osborn was no pushover and if he had to fire their sorry asses he would, he could care less. But right now he still needed them until he got his feet secured beneath him. Seeing Peter the other day had been good and for the first time in awhile he had been able to relax and even laugh with his best friend, but now it was back to the grind. He had to make sure Oscorp didn't fail and remained strong, but when he kept running into road blocks on what projects Oscorp was working on it was extremely frustrating. He was the damn CEO for crying out loud. If they thought they could keep treating him like a kid, they were dead wrong and would be idiots to underestimate him. He had a lot of work to do and truthfully, he didn't really have anyone he could truly count on. Just because he was wealthy and he had been born of privilege didn't mean he wasn't lonely, and some days he felt it more than others.
With a sigh, he pushed himself up from his chair and headed for the door. It was time to see if his assistant had gathered all the information he had requested. As he pushed open the door, he suddenly felt a wave of nausea hit him and for a moment, there was blackness. He put a hand up to his head, stumbling slightly, and then fell to his knees. When he opened his eyes and his vision cleared, he was confused for a moment as he looked at what appeared to be pavement beneath him. Then the sudden blaring of a car horn made him jerk his head up and leap out of the way just in time before a NYC yellow cab came barreling by. Now sitting at the side of the street, he simply stared at the cars that passed by, his heart pounding in his chest. What the hell had just happened? Harry climbed to his feet, brushing off debris from his dark-washed jeans and black leather jacket, and tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened. He had just been in his office in Oscorp and now he was in the middle of the street? Harry began making his way through the crowd of people, confusion clear on his features. Pausing, he looked up and saw what was the Oscorp building, except it looked different from what he remembered. It was still easily one of the tallest buildings in the area, the glass skyscraper reaching high up into the sky, but the design seemed off. Frowning, he began walking again, heading for the building and planning to get some answers.
He stepped through the main doors into the lobby, frowning slightly as he looked around. There was something off again but he couldn't place it. People passed by him, not even giving him a second glance, and he watched them in confusion. Surely they knew who he was. His face was plastered all over the news. Brand new CEO of Oscorp, taking over after his father's death, only heir to Norman Osborn, billionaire at age twenty, and all that. He was so used to people recognizing him immediately that it threw him off. He spotted the turnstiles that would lead further into the building and headed for them, planning on going straight upstairs and figuring out what the hell was going on. Imagine his surprise when he stepped into the biometrics scanner and it beeped red, showing that he didn't have access. "Someone care to explain this?" he snapped, looking around. He tried again, several times in fact, until a uniformed security guard came over to him. "Excuse me, Sir, can you come with me?" The man went to reach for his arm and he jerked his arm out of his reach. "Excuse you, do you even know who you're talking to?"The guard just raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that clearly said he did not. "Sir, I'll need you to come with me please," He motioned over to the security desk and, with frustrated sigh, Harry followed him. Standing next to the desk, he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, a scowl on his face as he tapped his foot impatiently. "There better be a damn good reason for this," he muttered. He had already memorized their names. They wouldn't have jobs in the morning. This was ridiculous.  # Norman WORD COUNT # 1013 NOTES # Lol Harry is pissed CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0 |
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Post by Norman Osborn on May 19, 2014 15:19:50 GMT -5
"I assure you mayor, I am working my hardest and will let you know when we have any results. Good day." Norman hung up the phone and rubbed his eyes in frustration. Despite all the public he had won over, there were still plenty of people looming over him, watching to make sure he has holding up his end of the bargain - that he would use Oscorp resources to try and figure out the invisible dome. And Norman was - after all, what Loki had said made sense. if they could find a way out of the thing, they could escape, trapping everyone else in it. The thought of Norman's reality empty of any of the self-serving heroes was enough to make his mouth water in anticipation. A whole world without any annoying 'protectors' for him to rule over, to form into his own Goblin Nation. The Goblin inside him screeched in deranged excitement.
"Sir, sorry to bother you, but we have an unauthorized visitor on the premises." A muffled voice cackled through the dedicated security line. Norman rolled his eyes as he eased out of his chair, intent on pouring himself a glass of bourbon.
"Then kindly escort them off the premises." Norman spoke in annoyance, taking down a bottle of Maker's Mark. He paid security to not bother him with these sort of trivialities. Norman had a lot to do without worrying about managing his own building - he had just convinced The Winter Solider to become his personal assassin, he had made a deal with Doctor Doom, and he needed to follow up Loki. Not to mention he had a talk show appearance tomorrow to discuss some sympathetic garbage that would make him look good for the public.
"Sir...the biometric readout says he shares your DNA. We think it may be your son, Harry." Norman paused before he poured his drink. Harry? What was Harry doing here? After the Lily Hollister fiasco, Norman was sure they would never cross paths again. Hell, after Harry refused to become Norman's American Son, he didn't want to see that bundle of disappointment ever again. Harry had one chance to redeem himself as an Osborn, and he blew it. Didn't he understand the legacy Norman had set up for him? Instead, Norman had turned his attention to Normie, who seemed to have much more potential than Harry ever did - Norman wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.
"Sir?" The intercom buzzed again, interrupting Norman. It had been a long time since he had thought of any of that. He had been so focused on his current predicament, he had almost forgotten about everything that happened back then.
"I'll be right down." Norman replied after another minute. He was curious as to what his son wanted - maybe if Harry came back groveling and begging for his father's forgiveness, Norman would give it to him. After all, they did share the same blood. Perhaps Harry was looking for some guidance in these troubling times, finally realizing that his father was always right about everything.
Norman set down the bottle and headed towards his personal elevator.
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Emerging into the large tech-filled lobby of Oscorp, Norman buttoned his suit jacket as he stepped out of the elevator. The floor was busy with security guards and scientists hurrying from one place to another, a large broadcast screen blaring information about Oscorp and its advancements in science. Norman turned the corner to the security desk, seeing a large guard nod to him as he passed by. He scanned the area, and froze once he saw the man - no, more like a boy - in the metal chair, two men standing near him. It was like taking a step back in time - this wasn't the Harry Norman knew. This was the Harry from years ago, before Norman had even died. What was this? A trick? Some sort of deceitful tactic? Was this Loki's doing? Norman's mind echoed with questions, confusion rippling though him as he tried to understand what he was looking at, even though it was puzzlingly obvious.
Norman closed his mouth, which he realized had been gaping open, and cleared his throat. "H-Harry?" He asked, still trying to gather his thoughts. Norman was a strong man and thought he had seen it all - but this was something that surprised even him.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2014 17:28:01 GMT -5
He felt like he was getting treated like a child again, being reprimanded for whatever the hell they thought he had done this time. Not one to cause a scene, however, he sat down in the chair that they motioned to and leaned back, arms folded over his chest and scowl on his lips. He was the damn CEO, wasn't he? As he sat there, waiting for whomever they planned on calling, he began looking around, and that's when he started noticing all the differences. His scowl melted into more of a frown as he sat forward, now completely ignoring the security guards nearby, and rested his forearms on his thighs. The biometrics scanners at the main entrance were in a difference place, he was fairly sure they had been closer to the doors, and while the lobby was still large and open, the tower spiraling up high above, the elevators weren't the glass elevators he knew were in his building.
Now he was just confused. Was that virus taking its toll on him already? He reached up instinctively to touch his neck where he had started to feel a tiny burn. It hadn't shown itself yet, but it was only a matter of time. That was the fantastic present his dear old dad had given him on his death bed, pretty much telling him he was going to die. The only good thing that had come out of it was that he had taken the reign of Oscorp and now he could do what he wanted with them, first and foremost getting all the information about that spider venom that had transformed Spiderman, because Harry knew there had to be answers there to potentially curing him. He sure as hell didn't want to die.
A voice broke him out of his thought and he looked up to see the last person in the world he had ever thought possible, especially because he looked so normal and more or less healthy, and definitely nothing like the man at death's door he had see only a few weeks ago. This virus was seriously messing with his head; now he was seeing things. "Dad." It was more of a statement of observation rather than a question, but it was still wary all the same. "What the hell is going on? You're supposed to be dead, I watched you die, this isn't possible..." There was notes of disbelief in his voice and honestly he wasn't sure what to think. There was no way this was his actual father; Norman Osborn had died from that virus, which would be Harry's fate too if he didn't figure out how to counter it soon.
Harry glanced to see if the guards were reacting as well, and when one of the guards came over to grab him to steer him away from the person who looked like his father and said, "Mr. Osborn, sir, this is the individual in question. He was trying to get through the scanners and became belligerent when he couldn't pass through." Without even waiting for his 'father' (if that was who he actually was, or some clone Oscorp had figured out a way to make) to say anything, Harry jerked his arm away from the man' grip and whirled on the guard with a scowl. "Are you deaf? I'm his son you idiot, and if you want to keep your job, you might want to keep your mouth shut. I'll go wherever I want." He brushed off the jacket and looked back at his would-be father. "Are you really him?" he questioned, still wary about the entire situation. TAG # Norman WORD COUNT # 630 NOTES # This should be fun XD CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0 |
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Post by Norman Osborn on May 19, 2014 22:08:10 GMT -5
Norman watched his son move, the entire situation still surreal to him. Harry spoke up, his voice just like Norman remembered it. Norman became even more confused when Harry mentioned that Norman was supposedly dead. He recalled what he had talked with Loki about - people were coming in from all sorts of dimensions, other worlds. Hell, The Winter Soldier was a prime example of that, being from a completely different timeline where HYDRA had still had him under mind control. Perhaps Harry was displaced from some other world, as well? Norman had to entertain the very real possibility. Harry could also be talking about when Norman himself died, impaled on his own Goblin Glider all those years ago. Harry was around that age when it happened, wasn't he? Norman didn't even remember. Either way, he knew the person that sat in front of him was indeed his son, real or not.
Norman's gaze flickered over to the guard who spoke, filling him in with details that were already obviously clear. I really need to hire some new staff members. Norman made a mental note before Harry interrupted the guard, surprising Norman. His son was never this fierce or outspoken. No, the Harry he knew was more calm and likely to roll with the punches. It's what made him such a disappointment - he had no drive, no fire within him to seize his opportunities, instead content to just piddle along endlessly, not fighting the currents of destiny. Norman had given Harry everything the boy could have wanted, and he was just happy to run his own coffee shop? It was the equivalent of spitting in Norman's face, after all he had done to preserve the Osborn legacy - but this Harry seemed to be less complacent than that. It was intriguing to Norman.
Harry turned to Norman and directly asked him the obvious question, a burning determination in his eyes. Norman smiled knowingly. "Of course I'm him. You are in my building, after all." Norman gave a sly look to his son, regaining his composure. This Harry was surely not the son he knew - no, there was something more impressive about him. A burning desire, a determination within him. This Harry knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to seize it. Norman waved towards the guards. "Give him full level five security access." One of the guards nodded silently and went to a console behind the desk, presenting a badge to Harry. "And give us some room, would you? Haven't you harassed my boy enough?" Norman gave them a dismissive gesture and the guards resumed their posts, clearly away from Harry.
"You are my son, aren't you?" Norman had to ask. "Not a trick? Not some sort of look alike? Not a clone?" Norman asked half-jokingly. Something about clones brought back some vague memories in the back of his head. Spider-Man? Some sort of second Spider-Man clone? It was hazy and unclear, and Norman pushed it back into the recesses of his mind - it wasn't important now. "And what's this about me being dead?" |
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 4:08:21 GMT -5
As he stood there, regarding this version of his father, he found it only more unnerving the more he watched his movements and listened to his voice. This man looked like Norman Osborn, he sounded like Norman Osborn, and the guards certainly reacted the way Harry would have expected, but it still didn't make it any easier to swallow. It was uncanny. Harry had seen the videos of his father back when Norman hadn't been sick with the virus yet (at least on the outside), and the videos constantly streamed throughout the Oscorp building on the giant screens within the lobby, reiterating why Oscorp was founded, mixed with the other AI images and personas that talked about what Oscorp was working on next and their vision for the future. So seeing him alive and well, standing only a few feet away from him, it gave Harry pause, and it wasn't until Norman spoke (he couldn't think of him quite as his father yet, because he really didn't know) that it jerked Harry from his thoughts.
Slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket, he regarded Norman for several moments, not speaking. When one of the guards walked over and handed him the badge, he snatched it from his hand, shooting the man a glare and then clipped it to the front of his jacket. "I could say the same thing about you. The last time I saw my father was on his death bed, in his city mansion, laughing because the thing that killed him was hereditary, so I'd be following his fate, and apparently I hadn't managed to cut my ties completely from him," he said coolly. There was no love lost between him and his father, and long gone was the version of himself who had longed for his father's attention and love. Harry had been forced to grow up quickly and most on his own, and while he had had his father's money, he refused to owe the man anything.
Glancing around, taking in the very public scene around them, he then looked back at his would be father and said, "Probably shouldn't discuss these kinds of things here, your office would be more appropriate, don't you think Dad?" He stressed the last word, showing that he still didn't really believe this was his father, but he wasn't ruling it out. Now that he had full access, he would be able to pass through the scanners without an issue, and so he strode past his father towards the entrance. Upon scanning his badge, the light went green and he passed through the metal archway before making his way to one of the elevators, hitting the 'up' button. "There's a lot of stuff going on right now that I don't understand, but I'm thinking you, of all people, would be the one to enlighten me." As soon as they were on the elevator and the door shut, he looked up at Norman, his gaze still wary but also curious. "This isn't the same Oscorp tower as mine. So where the hell is this?"
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Post by Norman Osborn on Jun 9, 2014 10:03:19 GMT -5
Norman smirked down at Harry as the boy stressed the term 'Dad' in a dubious fashion. He didn't expect the boy to understand - after all, even Norman was still trying to wrap his head around what was happening in New York. He knew how confused Harry must have been, but the boy seemed more annoyed than confused, becoming seemingly more stressed by the minute. He rushed off, hitting the up button on the elevator, intending to go to Norman's office. Norman followed along, nodding at the idea that they should talk in a more private place. Trying to explain things in the Oscorp lobby would only create confusion among his employees, and put him and Harry under suspicious eyes, something Norman couldn't really afford.
They got in the spacious elevator and the doors shut with a smooth 'vump' noise. As the mechanisms carried them upwards, Harry turned and asked his father a question that was long overdue. Norman looked down at his son, trying to formulate the easiest way to explain it, raising an eyebrow at the boy. "You may find this hard to believe, but it's the truth." Norman turned to face the open glass of the elevator as it ascended over the lobby. "This is not the New York you know - this is MY New York. MY Oscorp." Norman turned back around to face Harry, no humor on his face. "You're from another reality, an alternate timeline. You and a myriad of other extradimensionals are being brought into this New York because of a powerful magical artifact. That's the most basic explanation." The elevator stopped abruptly, hitting what seemed like the top floor. Norman smirked knowingly ; he elevators in the building were only programmed to go to the 47th floor, but Norman's office resided on the 50th. Only a few individuals had the passcode to get to the top three floors. Norman flipped open a latch next to the elevator buttons and punched in his seven digit passcode. the doors shut again and the elevator once again roared to life, sending them up another few floors.
Norman turned back to Harry. "You may not believe me - after all, you hardly even know me. You know the Norman from your world - who is apparently dead." The doors opened, revealing a small hallway ending in two imposing doors. Norman led Harry to the doors, punching in his passcode again and pushing open the newly unlocked entryway.
"I assure you though, I am very much alive." Norman spoke with a powerful smirk. He didn't know how this Harry would react to everything, but he knew that the boy had the potential to become a powerful ally to Norman. Not only did he seem to have more drive and fire than the useless whelp that had run away from Norman, but the media would eat up a loving father-son reunion story. It would skyrocket his approval ratings across the public, and make him nigh untouchable by any of the heroes who would try and sling mud at him.
Norman walked into the office, the large windows against the far wall showing off New York's skyline, other buildings competing to be as imposing as Oscorp. Norman gestured to the nearby leather chair, silently offering Harry the seat. "So...any other questions?" Norman asked Harry as he sat behind his metallic desk, easing into the ergonomic cushioned seat behind it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2014 21:39:46 GMT -5
Harry didn't consider himself completely sheltered, he had seen a great deal of the world over the years, but nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened to him. Sure, he had heard stories about these so-called 'superheroes' but it wasn't until recently that he had ever seen one in person, and that person being Spider-Man himself. Acquiring powers when you had none before and seeing the news stories of events happening around the country and world had opened his eyes. Yet when Norman started talking about entirely different worlds, Harry just stared at him like he had grown a second head. He didn't immediately respond, instead assessing the facts for a moment as they rode up the remaining floors to the top.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he cast his gaze outside the glass wall of the elevator, watching as they rose higher and higher. "Let's pretend I believe you, if there's a whole other reality out there, well, things are about to get interesting, aren't they?" He looked over at Norman, a faint smirk on his lips. "Because where I come from, it's MY Oscorp now, thanks to dear old dad kicking the bucket. Twenty one years old and the CEO of one of the most powerful organizations. Not exactly planned, but not complaining either" The sound of the elevator doors opening caused him to turn and Harry strode out into the hallway, looking around unimpressed. It was nearly the same set up as the tower he knew, and it wasn't anything that he hadn't seen before.
When they entered Norman's office, Harry didn't immediately sit. Of course Norman would go sit behind his desk, his 'safe-zone', make himself feel all powerful. That was just like his father. And if what he was saying was true, then this was his father, just a different version of him. It made Harry curious though, and while he wasn't going to just roll over and let this man control him, he could see how an alliance would be useful. "We'll go with your alternate reality theory here for a minute. Do we know anything about the artifact? What caused all this? How many different realities are there then?" he said, walking over to a small table off to the side and poured himself a drink. Maybe he should have asked first, but he was testing this version of his father, he wanted to know just how similar or different they were. Taking a sip, savoring the fire of the liquid as it burned down his throat, Harry walked over to the large window that overlooked the city.
"If you are another version of my father, then I'm sure whatever version of myself is here is probably a disappointment to you, I mean, that is all you gave me before you died in my reality. Never quite good enough for you, but enough of that." He finished the drink and set the glass down. "It comes down to whether or not I trust you, which I don't because like you said, I barely even know you." Harry looked over at Norman. "Though I wonder if you're really that different from the Norman Osborn in my reality?" He glanced back out the window for a moment before finally walking over to stand in front of Norman's desk and finally take a seat, leaning back and folding his arms across his chest. "Let's say we come to a mutual agreement, an alliance, since you are technically my father, it would be a smart choice on my part. Then there's only one really important question, and that is, how are we going to work this to our benefit?"
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