Mason Jeffries (got_the_touch) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-11-30 20:44:00

Entry tags:

mason jeffries, nimue smallwood, plot-"mason jeffries vs atlantis"

Second To Last
In a very pleasant departure from the previous competitions, this second to last one had actually sent Mason an e-mail to let him know when he'd be arriving. Surprisingly polite, actually.

For that matter, Atlantis had e-mail? He wondered who their provider was.

He was sitting down to lunch with Marrina, having about half an hour before the challenger was supposed to show up. "Man... this is just dragging on." He poked at his soup before finishing some more. He'd recovered from the previous fights just fine, but mentally, things were starting to get to him.

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	ng_atlantis 2010-12-01 12:44 am UTC (link)
	This one approached Alpha Flight's headquarters quiet civilly, ringing the buzzer. "I've come for my challenge," he said, politely. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	got_the_touch 2010-12-01 12:45 am UTC (link)
	Mason sighed, sipping up his jacket and heading outside. He waved the guy over to part of the yard, stopping a few yards away from him. "I, Mason Jeffries, accept your challenge for the hand of Princess Marrina." It's practically routine by now. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sea_shelly 2010-12-01 12:50 am UTC (link)
	"And, I, Princess Marrina of Atlantis, recognize this challenge and degree that it should begin." Yeah. She was ready for this to be done with by now. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	got_the_touch 2010-12-01 12:56 am UTC (link)
	Mason goes right for the taser again. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ng_atlantis 2010-12-01 12:57 am UTC (link)
	The challenger threw a vial from his belt; it shattered on the ground and released a knockout gas into the air. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	got_the_touch 2010-12-01 01:00 am UTC (link)
	Oh shit! Mason dove back and away, landing unceremoniously face-down before scrambling back to his feet and running in an arc around the cloud. "Marrina! Get back!" Okay... let's hope all that digging was worth it. He pushes a hand, fingers first, into the dirt, and creates a stream of water. It ignites an encased potassium deposit near the Atlantean. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ng_atlantis 2010-12-01 01:08 am UTC (link)
	Ba-Boom! The explosion rocks the Atlantean back, throwing him to the ground, but he's able to roll with this, getting back up. He puts a vial of something in a gun on his belt, and squirts a stream of liquid at Mason, which quickly hardens into a crystal-like substance. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

got_the_touch
2010-12-01 01:13 am UTC (link)

Mason dives out of the way again, although internally he's dieing to know what kind of chemical solution that was.

He sets off another explosion, this time surrounding some buried gummi bears with molten sodium chlorate. It's a little nastier than just the potassium.

"So what's YOUR story in this whole thing?" Mason watches where the Atlantean moves. "Not that I can fault you for taste, I mean..."

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	ng_atlantis 2010-12-01 01:39 am UTC (link)
	The Atlantean barely had time to build himself a crystal wall to take some of the brunt of the explosion. "Atlanteans are scientifically superior to humans," he said. "We can't allow you to further sully the royal line." He threw a glass sphere, where broke open into sticky glue. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

got_the_touch
2010-12-01 02:51 am UTC (link)

"I haven't done any sullying yet!" Mason yells back, before turning crimson.

The glue catches his pants, and he struggles to pull free, before just cursing loudly and transmuting his own pants off into a lump of nylon.

He runs across the yard, trying to get the Atlantean to follow him, before grabbing for a buried piece of wire he'd marked the spot for. He reshapes the metal it connects to, and steel rods rise out of the ground like serpents, wrapping around his opponent.

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	ng_atlantis 2010-12-01 08:27 pm UTC (link)
	The steel rods bind him tightly, keeping him from reaching any of the other equipment he'd brought with him. "Curse you, Surface Dog!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	got_the_touch 2010-12-02 12:18 am UTC (link)
	This is the most triumphant Mason has ever felt without pants. "Hmph!" He lets out a primal grunt and thrusts one fist skyward. "I win!" He goes over to inspect one of the crystals, trying to ignore the cold until his opponent officially surrenders. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ng_atlantis 2010-12-02 01:05 am UTC (link)
	"I... I yield." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sea_shelly 2010-12-02 01:06 am UTC (link)
	Pantless Victory Mason was completely adorable. "The challenger has been defeated!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

got_the_touch
2010-12-02 01:11 am UTC (link)

Mason turns the lump of nylon into a towel he can at least wrap around himself, then releases the Atlantean. "So... you got the formulas for any of that stuff on you? If you're not going to try to kill me again, I'd love to talk science over lunch. I've been working with petroleum-based elasti-polymers myself."

As tired and frustrated as he is, Mason isn't really good with grudges, or ignoring science.

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	purplegeist 2010-12-02 02:41 am UTC (link)
	Mel comes out with a plate of magenbrot, trying to avoid looking at towel-clad Mason. "I made Magenbrot. The attacker can have some too, if he wants, since he tried to be civilized about it." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sea_shelly 2010-12-03 01:38 am UTC (link)
	Marrina smiled. "Thanks, Mel." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ng_atlantis 2010-12-03 01:44 am UTC (link)
	The Atlantean seemed puzzled by this, then shrugged. "I... see no reason why not." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	purplegeist 2010-12-03 02:27 am UTC (link)
	This is hot, fresh, light magenbrot, with cinnamon, honey, and nutmeg, and just a touch of kirsch in the very thin exterior icing, which has a tiny crunch to its sweetness. Everyone will get a piece. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	got_the_touch 2010-12-03 04:06 am UTC (link)
	"Awesome. Mel, please show him to the Temple. I'll join you guys after I get some pants again." He takes Marrina by the hand as he heads back inside, possibly planning on a brief victory make-out session before they join the others. Honestly, it won't be all that long though, as that baked stuff smells really good. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	purplegeist 2010-12-03 10:22 pm UTC (link)
	"Okay then. Come on inside. Game's over, so you're not going to try anything weird, right? Might as well catch your breath." (Reply to this)(Parent)

	awesome_andrea 2010-12-17 02:16 am UTC (link)
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