Heading into the heart of town, Tuesday morning
Victor wasn't feeling well at all. That's why he was making his way into town, intending to go to Turtle & Canary or the Magic Box or someplace to get himself more materials to try to make himself better through science, magic, dumb luck, whatever. But he would cure himself. He had no use for the clinic. He was better than that.
He was Victor von... coughing up a lung. He wasn't about to let that stop him. He trudged forward proudly if a little more slowly than he had been just recently. He was Doom. He would overcome.
He probably looked like a schmuck to anyone passing by.
[OOC: For Doom's savior!]
He was Victor von... coughing up a lung. He wasn't about to let that stop him. He trudged forward proudly if a little more slowly than he had been just recently. He was Doom. He would overcome.
He probably looked like a schmuck to anyone passing by.
[OOC: For Doom's savior!]