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Norman Osborn




June 5th, 2007

Not so internal dialogue.

"She's our responsibility, Norman."

"Yes, of course she is."

"Therefore, so is he."

May 30th, 2007

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Norman PINs into the living room of his apartment, with a good grip on his daughter's wrist, a grip he doesn't relax.  He doesn't start in on her immediately, either.  Because what the hell do you say?

May 14th, 2007

Jounal Entry

It's hilarious, really, how eager the general population of lawyers are to leap on SHIELD for their various and multiplying offenses.  They just need a focus.

I'd offer them the wrongful death of Norman Osborn, but...

April 30th, 2007

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Citizen Norman
Someone is doing paperwork he should have done a week ago, checking stocks and figures, reading between the lines of correspondance and ordering it all into the neat stacks.  What can be trusted, who, where?  Someone is doing this paperwork because it needs to be done. 

Not because he's avoiding anything.

February 21st, 2007

Earth 852

Norman went to see the progress on the House, PINing into that world's Grand Central and taking a cab from there. 

The grounds were a mess, everything torn up and ground into mud by the machinery of the contracters.   The listing front porch had been torn away, leaving a gaping wound of the entrance.  He stepped on the plastic crate front step, up and in.  The men working inside, evaluating the age-riddled floor for rot, looked up at him, recognized him as nothing more than The Owner, and went back to work.

He wandered through the rooms of the first floor.  So this would be his parlor, this his kitchen, this his study.  The house would be beautiful again, classic proportions and polished hardwoods, the latest in technology hidden away behind hundred-year-old panelling.  He smiled, picturing Sophia growing up here, her hair bright against the dignified decor.

Who are you kidding, Dad?

January 5th, 2007


Amber's gone mad and we have a new alternate who appears to have been put through a meatgrinder.

November 11th, 2006

Amber?  Please, talk to me.

August 26th, 2006

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Morning.  The sounds of traffic, and of neighbours.  Of life, the city waking.  And the sun, shining summer-bright through uncurtained windows into a still most-unfurnished bedroom.  A broad, muscled form groans, and tries to hide his face against a smaller, curvier one's shoulder.

Wow.  That was a lot of wine last night, huh?

August 17th, 2006

A new place.

Norman and Amber appear in an empty living room, wide windows overlooking the cityscape of northern Manhatten.  He has no furniture yet, but he has... an apartment!  A threshold for his re-entry into his own world.  He's rather pleased with it.

June 30th, 2006

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headache with a disturbing smile
Enough of this.
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