ng_independent (ng_independent) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-03-21 17:37:00

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akilah munroe, griffen o'niell, halbjorn, iason, inactive - charlie rogers, inactive - james romanov rogers, inactive - lyta braddock-worthington, inactive - rose logan, inactive - swashbuckler, inactive - valeria richards, inactive - zachary cheney-guthrie, misha loganovich, plot-"man! i feel like a woman!", svalin, team - avengers, vincent vernard

You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman
They had arrived at Earth and had orbited for awhile before Empress had selected her targets. It had taken some time. She didn't want just ANYONE. They had to be among the best. She WOULD win the gladiatorial games this time. NOTHING would stop her. Not even a small thing like gender.

Empress didn't care if it was cheating. The only thing that mattered was winning and she would win this time.

The teleporters were activated and the selected targets were beamed directly to the lab. There they underwent a little transformation and were given attitude readjustments and then put into a holding cell.

The men would wake up in the holding cell to find a few changes.

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Re: Round 2

cosmic_son
2010-03-25 05:09 pm UTC (link)

Under normal circumstances, she sees through these things. Sure, the lights don't catch her attention a lot, she's aware enough of her surroundings to be ready to react. She'd typically read an opponent's heartbeat, inflection, etc. to tell when an attack is a feint or really coming.

This isn't normal circumstances. Her brain keeps buzzing, and the feeling of wrong just grows. Enough that she walks right into the fireball, getting a punch off, though she's 'only' at normal strength, not channeling extra energy into strength and the rest, but goes flying back, skidding along the ring with the blast.

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Re: Round 2

quitethecharmer
2010-03-25 05:19 pm UTC (link)

Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow! Vincent shakes her arm vigorously, reeling from the improvised attack and the punch that landed on her bicep. She feels numbness and heat all at the same time up to her shoulder in the arm she struck the fireball with. It wasn't meant to be a close range spell, and all but the most skilled human mages would certainly have blown their arm clean off with that tactic. She's pushed back a few feet as well, but managed to brace herself slightly before the impact.

She moves to take the high ground, weaving a more complex illusion for cover. A dozen mirror images of her weave and bob through the air, as she tries to peek into Iason's mind. Her opponent's mind is reeling.

Such disorientation. She must see what she can do to intensify it. She delves in, trying to pull out hallucinations of meaningful images to use against her.

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Re: Round 2

cosmic_son
2010-03-25 05:23 pm UTC (link)

Iason is up quickly enough, recovering from the blast. The heat did next to nothing, but the raw magical energy portion of the spell is a different matter.
She discerns the real Vincent quickly enough - her mind is hard to read, cloudy, well protected from such things. But even so, its obvious that she's doubting her loyalty to the Empress, and fighting half-heartedly at best. Once Vincent latches onto that, that Iason is fighting on two fronts, half against Vincent, half trying to fight her own mind, some courses of action may suggest themselves.

For now, the devotion to the Empress wins out, and once she finds a heartbeat, organic breathing pattern, all the signs of the genuine article, she fires heat beams from her eyes at the sorceress.

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Re: Round 2

quitethecharmer
2010-03-25 05:34 pm UTC (link)

Vincent's eyes widen and she dismisses the duplicates. The light that composed them is immediately recalled into a shield in front of her. The beams are deflected, and Vincent moves quickly to intensify the probing.

Why fight against the Empress and yourself? Is your own glory such a great matter?

Vincent does his best to draw up the voices of loved ones to 'sell' the suggestions better.

Lay down your arms... rest.. It would feel so good to sleep. It's so comforting to shut your eyes, isn't it? To let the world slip away...

Slowly descending, but at a fair distance, Vincent prepares another offensive spell, with what little power she can afford to divert. She gives the force blast time to grow for potency, but raw magic does not easily abide being detained as such, and her arm shakes as she readies it.

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Re: Round 2

cosmic_son
2010-03-25 05:38 pm UTC (link)

The mental cloudiness of trying to read Iason's thoughts apparently helps her, because Vincent chose precisely the wrong tactic to take. Not only does Iason not need sleep in the traditional sense, she dislikes doing so. That's when the visions come.

She shrugs off the attempt at mind control easily, launching at Vincent in a sudden blur of flight speed, lowering her shoulder.

Apparently her glory is not what's bothering her about this, so that suggestion too misses any effect by a wide mark, and for the moment, she's focused on the fight again.

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Re: Round 2

quitethecharmer
2010-03-25 05:51 pm UTC (link)

Vincent curses her own judgment as Iason comes barreling at her.

"Surt take it all..." she mutters.

She does away with the probing entirely. She instead forces as much energy as she can into the growing force blast, levels her staff like a cannon, and lets it go. The recoil from the channelling's intensity sends her skidding back a few yeards.

The bolt is raw and wild magic, flying erratically in Iason's direction, but coiling and writhing like a serpent as it goes.

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	Re: Round 2 cosmic_son 2010-03-25 05:53 pm UTC (link)
	She shows off her agility, flying between the coils of the serpent, weaving and dodging. She's nicked a few times, but it never hits directly home. It does, however, throw her aim off, and she ends up above Vincent. She fles backwards, aiming a blast of concussie force down at the sorceress in turn. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Re: Round 2

quitethecharmer
2010-03-25 11:29 pm UTC (link)

Vincent dives away from the assault, landing face down.

Oh... oh god. Adjustments to the new body. Note to self, NEVER LAND FACE-DOWN AGAIN. Certainly not in this outfit.

She scrambles back to her feet, flying away. She prepares another raw attack, this time anchored to the end of the staff. She unleashes another massive tendril of magical force, brandishing it like an epic flail.

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	Re: Round 2 cosmic_son 2010-03-25 11:38 pm UTC (link)
	She's still not fighting her hardest, the sight of another opponent going down hitting something in her mind saying this isn't right. The flail hits, sending her flying back, before she rights herself, firing concussive blasts back at the sorceress, the ongoing fight continuing to conflict in her brain. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Round 2 quitethecharmer 2010-03-25 11:43 pm UTC (link)
	Vincent's head is starting to buzz as well, being showered with the blasts, but she pushes past it, frustration taking over. She intensifies the energy, but doesn't let the tendril enlarge. As it approaches critical levels, she swings it at Iason, releasing it from the staff. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Re: Round 2

cosmic_son
2010-03-25 11:56 pm UTC (link)

Distraction proves disaster, and she takes the blast full on, sent flying into a wall, then hitting the floor hard.

She glances up, trying to clear her vision, when something about Vincent's countenance, the anger and frustration strikes her as 'off', compared to her own struggle and detachment. Its not clear yet, but its getting there, the blast knocking some sense into her, combined with her cosmic awareness buzzing at her brain.

Perhaps this could go differently, perhaps not. Unlikely with her fighting on two fronts. She lowers her head, surrendering to the demigod and not getting up, leaving one fight to concentrate on the other.

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Re: Round 2

quitethecharmer
2010-03-26 12:38 am UTC (link)

Vincent breathes heavily, still seething as she tries to work past the buzzing in her head as her hands are shaking from the energy she invoked.

She's won.

Her opponent is submitting.

Her head is still on fire, but she moves past it. She forces her anger and frustration down; regardless of their source. She stands straight and drives the staff into the ground, before walking over and offering her hand to Iason.

"Well done."

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Re: Round 2

cosmic_son
2010-03-26 12:52 am UTC (link)

Her mind is clear. Vincent getting so worked up over the situation, and pushing all the wrong buttons helped her... him fight through some of it. Now he just needs to figure out what to do about it.

Rather than clambering to her feet, with or without assistance, the Eternal hovers easily back upright.
"Glory to the Empress." she says carefully, trying to stay within expectations while she tries to determine a next step.

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