Vincent Amorason (quitethecharmer) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-12-07 15:02:00

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awesome andrea, mac rider, vincent vernard

An Outing Between Men
Well, the annual rating event had revealed a bit more than Vincent had been expecting, but he was still resolved to get through his list. Even concerning MacKenzie. Especially concerning MacKenzie, given the nature of the item.

He picked up the phone and dialed.

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	fleetfootmac 2010-12-08 12:25 am UTC (link)
	"Cool." Mac pays attention to what he's saying as he starts stretching a little. He's had a good stretch and good workout today already, of course, but not since having a good long bath. He gets himself positioned. "Ready when you are, man." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2010-12-08 12:33 am UTC (link)

Vincent starts on one side of the room, a line marking a divider, nodding as MacKenzie takes his position as well.

"Computer, start program: Hailstorm."

The turret spins rapidly in a circle, sliding from side to side in the ceiling as well, before firing what looks like a standard red playground ball, although significantly more durable, at Vincent.

Vincent catches the ball with a curved and closed palm, then flings it at MacKenzie.

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	fleetfootmac 2010-12-08 12:50 am UTC (link)
	Less gravity. Less air viscosity. Less friction. That ball really flies. But Mac's got less air resistance getting in the way as he dives to the side, too. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2010-12-08 12:52 am UTC (link)
	The ball bounces off the back wall at an angle, heading off to Vincent's right as it approaches the line. He rushes forward to meet it when it crosses, even as he hears the turret moving to choose a target again. His stride increases a bit due to the gravity, and he seems slightly imbalanced as he moves. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fleetfootmac 2010-12-08 01:20 am UTC (link)
	When you're an Atlantean princeling, an assistant spacecop, and a flying New Yorker, if there's one thing you know how to do, it's adjust force and balance for different environments. Mac turned to be in the perfect situation to catch the newly-incoming ball and hurled it hard straight at Vincent. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2010-12-08 01:28 am UTC (link)

Vincent nearly raises his arms across his chest to defend himself, but then remembers what they're playing. He turns his body and takes the shot square in his midsection.

..alright, he hadn't expected to feel it quite that much, but a smile still stretches his face as he manages to catch the toss.

Having had to dive to make the catch leaves him sprawled out and nowhere ready to return the shot or grab the other approaching ball however. He starts to get up.

"So.. you mentioned you had a job?"

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	fleetfootmac 2010-12-08 01:38 am UTC (link)
	"Yep. I run deliveries for a plant shop, the one about --" the next ball to come out goes hurtling at Vincent. "--ten blocks from the old Murderworld entrance, you know?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2010-12-08 01:40 am UTC (link)
	Vincent is back to his feet in time to hurl a ball at the turret, pausing it, and dodge the one it fired. He catches the second on a bounce, then backs away from the line a bit, headed up the left-hand wall. "Not off the top of my head, but--" He grunts slightly as he throws the ball at MacKenzie. "--I could look it up." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fleetfootmac 2010-12-08 01:46 am UTC (link)
	Mac manages to catch it and is hurling it back at full force -- which is quite a lot for Mac, and additionally a lot in this environment -- when the turret shoots at him. His reflexes are good, but he's still in the course of the dodge when ti gets there, so it glances off of his shoulder. "Rats! One for you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2010-12-08 02:01 am UTC (link)
	Vincent chuckles. "Well it's not as if you're making this easy..." He steps to the side as the turret fires at him as well. No balls are near him, so he keeps his eyes on MacKenzie as he starts moving across the wall towards one. "I don't have a job per se, but I've started tutoring to put some money of my own in my pocket." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fleetfootmac 2010-12-08 02:18 am UTC (link)
	"Yeah. Trust funds are embarrassing, aren't they?" Mac asks as the previous ball ricochets and he lunges forward to swat it hard in Vincent's direction. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2010-12-08 02:23 am UTC (link)

Vincent tries to twist out of the way, but MacKenzie got him just as he was stooping for a ball. The shot bounces off his hip and he wobbles slightly, before catching his balance again.

"I'm not going to act like I haven't put it to great use in the past, but I'm trying not to be that PERSON--" He jumps upwards, turning in midair as he throws the ball, his feet planting on the ceiling when he stops. "--anymore."

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	fleetfootmac 2010-12-08 02:41 am UTC (link)
	Mac dives when the ball comes at him, then struggles to his feet as it hits the wall and, well, jettes like a ballet dancer -- a strapping boy ballet dancer, of course -- from floor to wall and catches it like a basketball and bounces it off the turret and catches it again. As the turret turns toward Vincent, he waits until the moment it shoots to throw his. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2010-12-08 03:11 am UTC (link)
	Vincent grips the ball firmly and holds it up like a shield to stop the shot, and is able to deflect it. He's winding up for another throw when the shot fired by the turret catches him square in the forehead. His focus had been too much on MacKenzie it seems. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fleetfootmac 2010-12-08 03:17 am UTC (link)
	Mac has to scramble to avoid first the deflected ball then the one that bounces off of Vincent. "Self-improvement is always good," he says as he finally addresses Vincent's previous point. "My mom certainly thinks so. Too much, sometimes." He reaches to grab one of the many balls about. "So that's two-one, then?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2010-12-08 04:12 am UTC (link)

"About herself or about you?" Vincent inquires, recovering from the strike. Despite the influences Lady Rahne, Susan, and Cassandra all had on him, he's never really felt like he had the full maternal experience. (Kristoff was all the father and brother anyone could hope for.)

"In your favor, for now..." He starts herding together the handful of balls littering his side of the room, watching MacKenzie and the turret as he holds a ball under each arm. His gaze narrows.

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	fleetfootmac 2010-12-08 04:31 am UTC (link)
	"It gets too much when it's about me. I think a GED's enough." Mac scoops one up, staying on his toes. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2010-12-08 05:06 am UTC (link)

"That's entirely up to you, and up to what you want to do with your life. My older brother insisted I go to public school for the social experience, and I'm attending university of my own free will for much the same reason..."

Vincent tosses the two balls he was holding upwards, then grabs two off the floor and hurls them towards MacKenzie in time to do the same with the first pair as they come down again.

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	fleetfootmac 2010-12-08 05:14 am UTC (link)
	"Don't need college," and the back and forth and up and down scurrying to avoid the flurry begins. It's like doing the tires at an obstacle course, but in more dimensions. "To be an Avenger, or be there for my family, or do a day's work." And when he finally gets an opening, the ball he's got will come at Vincent like a large red bullet. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2010-12-08 05:18 am UTC (link)
	Vincent very nearly executes a textbook 'bullet-time' dodge, only to have to let himself fall and roll to the side as the turret fires another round at him. The ball strikes his shoulder when it ricochets off the wall. He gets up and regards MacKenzie as he picks up another ball, nailing the turret with it and readying another. "You counting the ricochet?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fleetfootmac 2010-12-08 05:25 am UTC (link)
	"Can't think of a logical reason not to." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2010-12-08 05:37 am UTC (link)

Vincent grudgingly nods, managing to collect another pair. He can't match MacKenzie on speed alone. Think.

"I've come to terms with the fact that I don't have the 'cred' that Doctor Richards and Doctor Pym do, in terms of lab-work, to get a lab-work job of my own without some sort of accreditation. University is proving interesting at the very least."

He hopes his poker face is still carrying over, as he thinks over the dodges he's seen so far.

He hurls one ball with average strength, then fires the other as hard as he can, just a second behind it, aiming for the first ball, trying to redirect it into MacKenzie's path.

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	fleetfootmac 2010-12-08 05:43 am UTC (link)
	The double-dodge, having to reflexively break from what he was going to do, ends up slamming Mac prone, jaw and all, onto the wall with a great deal of force. He pushes himself back up with hissed Kree foul language. "I'mokay, he mutters, although he's admittedly in pain. But he didn't get hit. And he'll dip, with an ache in his ribs, too scoop up a ball. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2010-12-08 06:18 am UTC (link)
	Vincent holds one ball for defense, even as he throws another one. The place has hit its cap, as he sees one ball blink out of existence. "If you're sure..." Since it was ruled ricochets were fair game, he bolts across the room, running up the right-hand wall and throwing past MacKenzie, trying to get him from behind. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fleetfootmac 2010-12-08 06:38 am UTC (link)
	This time, Mac just drops to one knee as a ball go speeding toward Vincent's legs. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)