Vincent Amorason (quitethecharmer) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2011-07-05 22:38:00

Entry tags:

asleif, grogg, kristoff vernard, vincent vernard

But It's My Day Off!
It pained him to admit it, but Vincent had been somewhat remiss lately. In spite of their decision to date one another exclusively, he'd hardly been able to make any time for Asleif. It wasn't as if she'd been hounding him for it, as she seemed thoroughly absorbed in her world travels, but it bothered him, and rightfully so.

A painstakingly thorough clearing of his schedule for a day had been arranged, along with putting together an itinerary of things to do together. He'd even gone the extra mile and asked MacKenzie the favor of being on standby for any F4 related emergencies in his stead (with a caveat that if magic was involved, he should be contacted immediately).

And so, crafting the most precise veil he knew how to, he will slip up behind the object of his affections as she thinks she is off and alone.

"My lady." Comes a whisper over her shoulder, as he manages to keep the tone soft in spite of his grin.

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quitethecharmer
2011-07-08 01:01 am UTC (link)

Creel is caught off guard, and gets blasted into a wall, but gets back to his feet. "The hell was that?" He grits his teeth and swings his wrecking ball at her in a vicious arc.

Crap, that was exactly what Vincent had been trying to avoid. He doubles his sprint and throws himself ahead to grab the man in mid-air, landing two roofs away by the momentum, hoping fervently he didn't just break any of the kidnapee's bones in the process. "All I wanted was breakfast with my girlfriend... was that so much to ask?" He mutters.

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	godlierthanthou 2011-07-08 01:21 am UTC (link)
	Asleif allowed herself another smile. "Physical violence? Please." She cast another quick spell, pulling the air away from Creel. The mayor muttered something in French about having a very bad day. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2011-07-08 01:40 am UTC (link)

Creel doesn't quite get what's happening at first, until his eyes widen and panic starts to set in, as the ball crashes to ground, missing the target. He clutches at his throat, struggling to breathe, running straight at Asleif.

"I completely agree, Monsieur Maire." Vincent replies in French as he makes another leap, putting the mayor on higher ground before turning to deal with Batroc.

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	godlierthanthou 2011-07-08 10:09 pm UTC (link)
	"Idiot," Asleif said, simply stepping out of the way and putting her foot out. Batroc had gotten back on his feet. "Bonjour, Miseur! I believe you have something zat belongs to me! I ask that you return it, before I am, 'ow you zay... forced to hurt you!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2011-07-08 10:57 pm UTC (link)

Creel, underestimating the girl's strength, and combined with his panic from impending suffocation, is caught off guard, tumbling head over heels. He begins turning blue, wobbling as he tries to stand up again.

Vincent keeps himself between Batroc and the mayor, as his shadow seems to twist and animate, looming into the air behind him, two stories tall.

"Monsieur Batroc, I believe I know your reputation well enough to fairly estimate your abilities. It would behoove you to withdraw." Vincent's eyes flash an eldritch green as his shadow distends further, long arms with clawed hands taking shape.

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	godlierthanthou 2011-07-08 11:13 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh, for Odin's sake, you fool, stay down," Asleif growled. She let fly another mystic blast. Batroc considered his prospects. "Ze great Batroc, he does not, 'ow you say, withdraw! He but lives to fight anozair day!" He bowed once, then leapt backwards onto the nearest roof, bounding off. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2011-07-08 11:33 pm UTC (link)

If he were still coherent enough, Creel could have absorbed the blast. As it is, he goes down.

"Good riddance." Vincent grunts as he dispels the illusion, as he turns back to the Mayor and bows. "A thousand pardons, your honor. Just a concerned bystander, doing their part." He teleports them back to ground level, moving to go back to Asleif and hopefully still get brunch.

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	godlierthanthou 2011-07-08 11:45 pm UTC (link)
	"Who exactly was that annoying little man?" Asleif asked him. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2011-07-08 11:55 pm UTC (link)

"Batroc the Leaper. A professional mercenary who had the sense to know when he was outclassed." Vincent explains, dialing in a message on a communicator for SHIELD to take custody of Creel.

"Now then, shall we--" There is an insistent tug on Vincent's sleeve, and as he turns, the Mayor plants a kiss on each of his cheeks, thanking him emphatically, as reporters are already swarming.

Exclamations of 'Vincent Vernard' and 'The Fantastic Four' are already being thrown around enthusiastically.

Vincent cringes, murmuring to Asleif. "But it's my day off..."

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	godlierthanthou 2011-07-09 12:02 am UTC (link)
	Asleif offered him a small smile. "Enjoy your accolades, Vincent. The day is young yet." (Reply to this)(Parent)

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