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nextgen_asgard2 ([info]nextgen_asgard2) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2012-07-08 21:56:00


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Entry tags:asleif, cosmopolitan, marlow, plot-"wedding march to a war drum", svalin

(Marlow, Vernique and Asleif)
Alfveror made his way from the council room through the great hall and out into the city proper. Despite all of the destruction and the threats that still loomed, he walked like a man with confidence through the rubble. The frost giants, trolls and other beings that had caused the damage had retreated for now, but Alfveror knew they would be back. It was guaranteed that they would be back.

He smiled as he slipped through a hole in the wall that surrounded the city. His contact should be arriving soon.



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[info]butterflybullet
2012-07-12 09:31 pm UTC (link)
At any other time, Vernique would spot the signs of what she was feeling and ache for her. But right now, all she could see was being blown off -- their son being blown off -- because Svalin couldn't trust anyone else with the deskwork.

"...'kay," she says hoarsely. "I won't waste time discussing. Norns for-freaking-fend I disrupt The Choreography. Just give us some groundpounders and we'll be on our way."

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[info]shield_maiden
2012-07-12 09:45 pm UTC (link)
Sensitive Asgardian hearing picked up Vernique's words and Svalin's stomach twisted up tighter. By the All-Father's beard she wanted nothing more than to go after her son and kill the son of a troll who took him. Her hands curled into fists and anger swelled inside of her. She wanted to scream or hit something, but she was the Queen of Asgard. She could do neither. She held the rage in her heart and made her face as calm as the surface of a quiet pond.

She motioned to the Crimson Hawks, Asgard's elite, and nodded. They couldn't spare to lose anyone in the defense of the realm, but if Svalin couldn't go, then some warriors would.

"Return mine son to me or die trying," she said to the warriors.

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[info]marlow
2012-07-14 12:08 am UTC (link)
Marlow blinked from one to the other, missing any subtle undercurrents. All she knew was that Solver was still missing and there were too many things that had to be done /NOW/. She needed to remind her team that she was a dangerous player in her own right.

"I'll send anybody in my way to somewhere else." The 'somewhere else' was clearly a place they wouldn't survive. "Whoever took Solver will be very sorry. If your guys won't listen, I don't want them."

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[info]shield_maiden
2012-07-14 12:12 am UTC (link)
"They wilt obey the princess," Svalin said clearly referring to Vernique.

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[info]butterflybullet
2012-07-14 06:26 am UTC (link)
"I know you're good at that, Marlow, but backup never hurt. When looking, as many eyes and ears as possible are good. Take us back where we left off, and let's get back to it."

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[info]marlow
2012-07-15 02:09 am UTC (link)
"All right," Marlow said. "Back up can hurt if you can't trust them. After what we just heard, there isn't trust. There are consequences."

She didn't bother with the swirl of visible effects. They were just gone, back to where they'd heard the damning conversation.

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