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


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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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[info]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.

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[info]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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[info]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!"

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[info]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.

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[info]ng_atlantis
2010-12-02 01:05 am UTC (link)
"I... I yield."

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[info]sea_shelly
2010-12-02 01:06 am UTC (link)
Pantless Victory Mason was completely adorable.

"The challenger has been defeated!"

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[info]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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[info]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."

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[info]sea_shelly
2010-12-03 01:38 am UTC (link)
Marrina smiled. "Thanks, Mel."

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

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[info]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.

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[info]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.

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[info]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."

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