Moira Hrimharisdottir (princess_mutt) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2009-08-26 01:51:00

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inactive - dream catcher, inactive - moira hrimharisdottir, team - x-men, vincent vernard

Time for a Chat
Danielle was resting after another blood test. Vicki wasn't far from her if she needed anything.
There'd been a great deal going on, and Moira had several things on her mind, only some of which she wanted there.
So that afternoon she called up an old pal.

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quitethecharmer
2009-08-26 08:13 am UTC (link)

Vincent was currently in one of the smaller 'labs' which had been repurposed into his magical research center. Most of a wall-sized chalkboard was covered in scribbled notes and runes. Circuitry and memories were only so much magnetics and electricity. They could be replicated magically, somehow. He just had to find the way to be sure of preserving the 'human' element of Andrea.

He wasn't going to risk losing her in any way. The spell he needed either existed, or he would make it.

His friend was lucky he actually heard the call. "Voice command - pick up." He cleared his throat. "This is Vincent speaking."

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	princess_mutt 2009-08-26 08:17 am UTC (link)
	"Hello, Vincent. 'Tis I. I hope I am not interrupting anything," Moira said. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2009-08-26 08:20 am UTC (link)
	"Oh you are, but I forgive you." Vincent smiles as he replies to Moira. "How fare ye and Danielle? Life on Midgard is agreeing with you I hope?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	princess_mutt 2009-08-26 08:26 am UTC (link)
	"Aye, when it's on Midgard. A verry strange situation. I'd like to discuss off the Institute grounds. Possibly over a glass of mead. Would there be a convenient time soon?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2009-08-26 07:35 pm UTC (link)

"Oh... fitting in with the X-Men nicely I surmise." He took the first implication well in stride, still scratching out runes.

"I can meet you at the Institute gates in twenty two minutes and eighteen seconds, slightly longer if you're not comfortable with teleportation. I'm working on something rather important right now and I just need to wrap up some recordings. I'm afraid you'll be somewhat challenged to find mead in this city th--- Hold on."

His exceptional memory pricking at him, he accessed the internet through his usual comm-pad, smiling. "Nevermind. I've found it. What travel arrangements do you prefer?"

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	princess_mutt 2009-08-26 10:47 pm UTC (link)
	Moira had hoped Vincent kept some at his home. "Teleportation's all right. I shall let people know it is not a security concern." Mystic teleportation just outside the gate, might set something off right now. "Thanks and good luck." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2009-08-27 04:43 am UTC (link)
	A short while later, Vincent arrived at the front gate, a chilled bottle of sweet honey mead tucked under one arm, smiling in wait of his friend. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	princess_mutt 2009-08-27 04:55 am UTC (link)
	She comes out of the front gate quite promptly, also smiling. "Vincent! Och, good to see you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2009-08-27 05:01 am UTC (link)
	Vincent hugs her, for once not worrying about his above human strength hurting anyone. "And you. Things have been... most eventful recently." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	princess_mutt 2009-08-27 05:06 am UTC (link)
	"Aye, for me too." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2009-08-27 05:23 am UTC (link)
	"I gained a significant other, went to Disney World, fought dinosaurs, dealt with an extremely horrific parallel present, and a most unsettling possible future I now intently mean to avert. Your turn." Vincent shrugged casually. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	princess_mutt 2009-08-27 05:35 am UTC (link)
	Moira frowns. "I am gladdened to hear of your and Andrea's relationship -- unless I presume too much -- and sorry to hear of the temporal concerns. I was kidnapped to another dimension by a six-armed witch and aided in battle by tiny childlike versions of the X-Men, and then gained a significant other." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2009-08-27 05:47 am UTC (link)
	"Hm. If not for the intensely personal nature of the alternate Earths I visited, I'd grant you the edge." Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Were Andrea and I really that obvious? Until now we'd only attributed that to those closest to us on a regular basis. No matter for the moment." The eyebrow was still raised. "What's this of a significant other for yourself?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	princess_mutt 2009-08-27 06:01 am UTC (link)
	"In the circumstances, I certainly would not claim it," she agrees. She shrugs. "Not excessively in the little time I saw her, but there were slight hints in your behavior together, and you never spoke of any other girl by name." Then she smiles. "His name is Lucas Moonstar. You may have heard of his mother." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2009-08-27 06:20 am UTC (link)

Vincent bristles slightly in embarrassment at the correct observations regarding Andrea, but puts it aside. Half a moment's thought brings up a sufficient parcel of information on the retired New Mutant and X-Woman. "Indeed. The one your sister was named for, I believe. I have not met her son."

His free hand settles on his hip, head tilting slightly. "I believe we are in need of comfortable seating, and glasses." He nods to the bottle. "I can provide the second, if you have a reccomendation for the first.

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	princess_mutt 2009-08-27 06:38 am UTC (link)
	"Aye, that's she. The Valkyrie. Lucas is very nice." Moira had expected to go to the Baxter Building, but since that doesn't seem Vincent's intention and she can't think of anywhere else, she opens the gate again. It would be completely inhospitable to stand out here any longer. "There is a bench at one spot near the lake." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2009-08-27 06:53 am UTC (link)

Vincent smiles. "A far cry from the forests of your father, but I think natural settings suit the mead best." He proceeds through the gate, feeling the telltale pricklings of not so distant psychics checking out the new voice in their territory. A gentle retaliatory pulse silences the noise.

He smirks as they walk along. "Do you remember when your family went to visit your grandmother after I'd met you? When nobody thought to tell me?"

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	princess_mutt 2009-08-27 06:59 am UTC (link)
	Moira smiles. "How was I to know ye didna know when December was? ...Or how long it was, apparently?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2009-08-27 07:14 am UTC (link)

"Such a cruel fate, for a small child." Vincent reminisces. "I went through what I now understand as the 'stages of grief' leading to acceptance. At first I thought you were just out and about as you might be any given day. Then came anger at the thought you were avoiding me on purpose, followed by the gifts I left by your den, trying to entice you to play with me again. Then depression, and just as I was coming to terms with being friendless again, I was finally told by one of your father's servitors where you had gone."

He shakes his head as they stroll towards the lake. "It seems ironic that here we are years later, with me having the lion's share of knowledge of Midgard."

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princess_mutt
2009-08-27 07:37 am UTC (link)

"Och, poor bairn," Moira says sympathetically, sounding particularly like her mother for a moment. "You did seem to like, along with our recovered company, the candy we brought back for you."

She makes a slight scoffing noise, though still smiling, at the word 'servitors' -- it's not the sort of term the pack ever uses. The prince's dominance was quite thorough, but the social dynamic had no real equivocation to the Enchantress's house, that was certain.

"That thou hast," she chuckles. "One month a year is only so much one can learn. Mummy and Da and the little ones are going to come here this December, too."

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quitethecharmer
2009-08-27 07:44 am UTC (link)

"Yes, I have a fondness for flavorful items... and Mother always preferred more subtle fare in our home." Vincent admitted, spotting the bench around the curve of the lake's edge.

He unmistakably lit up at the mention of the impending visit. "Lady Rahne is coming? Please, keep me appraised of when she will arrive. I... I owe her much, and would very much like to speak with her."

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	princess_mutt 2009-08-27 07:48 am UTC (link)
	Moira trots over and takes a seat. "Of course. She'll be glad to see you, too." She grins. "I've already told Lucas we needn't worry about Da scaring him off until then." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2009-08-27 07:54 am UTC (link)
	"Yes, but unlike Lord Hrimhari, I am here." He sits down, uncorking the mead and pulling a pair of goblets from his backpack with a dial on each one. "Rotate it upwards for warmed mead, or downwards to keep it chilled." He smiles. "And what can you tell me about this... boy?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	princess_mutt 2009-08-27 08:14 am UTC (link)
	"Och, how clever!" She'll keep it chilled for now. Moira chuckles at Vincent's adorable attempt to play stand-in for her Da. "He's intelligent, polite, a verry good cook, no more interested in being cooped up inside than I, and in combat, he had everyone else's back. I like him. Now I know a bit about what a lovely person Andrea is, but tell me more." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

quitethecharmer
2009-08-27 08:11 pm UTC (link)

"Hm." Vincent gathered his thoughts. It was a rather important question after all.

"She's very beautiful, and embarassingly intelligent. Not as much as me, mind you, but still remarkably so. Brave to a fault, and would gladly sacrifice herself for others, although obviously I hope it never comes to that. There's a certain... stiffness to her behaviors occasionally, in the way that she analyzes everything, but it makes her seem naturally curious. We have enough similar interests to find shared activities, but enough divergent ones to keep the conversation from stagnating, and to still find things to do in each other's absence. She doesn't understand magic at all, but she more or less hangs on my words when I end up going on about it."

A pause, followed by a shy smile as he sipped his mead. "She is a very good kisser."