The Former Efferton Manor, Sunday afternoon

[allhopeliesinme]

The real estate agent was willing to lower the price just to get out of Doom's way faster. Same with the sign maker. Being Doom was the world's best haggling tactic.

And now, Doctor Doom was the new owner of Efferton Manor. Or, as the sign outside the front gate officially called it, DOOMHAUS. It didn't fit Doom's preferred style of housing. It

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[regretiz4suckas]

"Nice mask. Nice cape. Why are you surveying my house like you own it?"

Kenzi had a new place to live, yes, even a lease how freaky was that? But this was her house!... or it would be, eventually.

Doomhaus? Seriously?!

[allhopeliesinme]

Doom stared down at Kenzi. "I am Doom. And I do own it." Direct and to the point.

[regretiz4suckas]

Kenzi stared back up. And up. Even with 4 inch heels there was a significant height differential. "Nuh-unh." She pointed at him. "Your name is Doom? Did your parents hate you?"

[allhopeliesinme]

"It is my surname. Doctor Doom, monarch of Latveria! Nemesis of gods! Destroyer of worlds!" Doom announced. "Newly hired as a teacher at Fandom High. And owner of this house. The paperwork has been finalized."

[regretiz4suckas]

"Nooooooooo!" Kenzi jumped up and down, trying to stomp on the truth with her pointy heels. "Finalized paperwork!... where the hell is Latveria?"

[allhopeliesinme]

"Eastern Europe, in a universe similar to this one," Doom explained. His accent probably made more sense now. "Grow accustomed to the disappointment you now feel, should you ever again desire something that has caught Doom's attention.."

[regretiz4suckas]

"Dude. Doom." It had just occurred to Kenzi that she was no longer a student. And therefore did not have to worry about being disciplined or anything else when it came to smarting off at an adult. Or being sent back to Canada. MUAHAHAHA!

"I am going to be a super art thief. A jewel thief. So as a -- destroyer of gods?" What was this guy on? Then again, Fandom. "I feel like I oughta give you fair warning that I will steal this house back from you the first chance I get." So. There.

[allhopeliesinme]

"If you attempt to steal from Doom, there will be consequences," Doom said. "Heed my warning. I do not intend my time in Fandom to last long. Perhaps a year at most. If you can control yourself during my time here, the house will go back on sale in excellent condition."

"But if you cannot, the house will be destroyed, the land will be made uninhabitable, and it will never be sold. You will forever gaze upon an empty lot when you walk past."

[regretiz4suckas]

"You wouldn't." Kenzi glared at him. "You can't. It's mine. I saw it first. I live in it in the future. So you're not going to, so..."

Soooo?

"...yeah. You just. Remember that." She shook a finger up at him. "No damaging the banisters! Or that really cool marbled flooring! I will so find a way to get you back for that!" Really scary, Kenz.

[allhopeliesinme]

"If you dare to cross me, the presumption that you will live into the future at all is based entirely on unearned arrogance," Doom said.

[regretiz4suckas]

Some kernel of self-preservation had Kenzi closing her mouth just then, staring up at him. Cataloging the face mask, the cape and hood, the armor, the name.

"Hmmph."

Haaaaaate you, Dr. Doom! This is personal!

"Then I guess I better go out and earn it, hunh." A nod. "Be seeing you around, Doc."

And stomp off. And envy his damn boots. Grr.

[allhopeliesinme]

Nice girl. Doom would have to replace the endposts of the bannisters and send cracked and splintered pieces of the originals to her soon.

The marble floors were staying, though.