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[29 Jan 2014|08:36pm] |
They'd never gotten back together, not that way; but they'd seen nations rise and fall together. They'd seen humanity reaching the stars become commonplace. They'd seen friends and family grow old, seen the children grow old, and their children as well. Time and time again.
They never looked their age, or even a fraction of it... but time tires everyone. (Except Franklin and Galactus.)
It took the better part of a decade of preparation, hardly a twinkle in the eye to them, but long enough. Wrapping up legal affairs. Doling out belongings. Tracking down and integrating 'copies'.
Eventually, they sat down, watching the sun set over what was once Latveria.
"I still remember when I gave all this to Kristoff... I told him he had one mission. To build the perfect nation."
"I know. It was a good day." She pauses. "I'm afraid. I am not changing my mind... but I'm still afraid."
"I know." Vincent squeezed Andrea's hand. "I've met all kinds of dead... seen all kinds of ways for people to come back.. but there's still no real knowing."
"You don't have any regrets? That you have to go with me?" She bit her lip, pushing the hair from her face as a breeze pushed it askew. She refused to take her gaze away from the horizon.
"None." He closed his eyes. "Let's go exploring again."
She let out a breath, as the last light went over the mountains. "Andrea Rider... END PROGRAM.."
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| The Best Way To Keep Warm (meme response, ooc) |
[26 Nov 2013|12:29pm] |
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Vincent couldn't hold back a throaty chuckle as he tugged Lyta closer to him, kissing her as he pulled her into what just barely counted as out of sight behind an impressively large oak. The late fall air was bracing, but he had a strong belief it wouldn't be noticed for much longer.
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| Meme Response - Clinomania - AU - Political Marriage |
[11 Jun 2013|10:33pm] |
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"Good morning, Mrs Dr Vernard... or whatever royal title you want now." Vincent Vernard kisses his new bride's forehead.
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| AU - RNG Meme - Crack - Animal |
[25 Mar 2013|01:50pm] |
Well this was just entirely unacceptable. He was going to have to fix this immediately. As if the spell going wrong wasn't bad enough, he'd let himself panic and flee to a 'safe place' via one of his contingency spells. Now he couldn't even work the control panel to get back out of his room. Thankfully, the intercom still responded to basic physical input. Let's see, who was home at the moment... Hm. Not ideal, but not the worst, either.
"Ben?" Vincent's voice comes over a speaker nearest his FF classmate. "Could you come to my room please? Alone?"
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| Kid Meme! |
[17 Dec 2012|02:52pm] |
Give me one of my characters and one of yours and I will tell you the following about their first child (if they are canonically a couple with children, I will make up an uncanon child.)
A. Name
B. Zodiac
C. Circumstances of Conception
D. PB/Psychical description
E. Five Random Facts
Characters:
MNG
Vincent Vernard
Alex Quill
Mason Jeffries
Bentley Wittman
Jack Smith
Joanna Ketch
Angelo Benett
DCNG
Riley Carter
Petra Gardner
Varon / Virgil O'Valeron
Zachary Zatara
If I forgot anyone feel free to poke me about them. Expect to see a few mainstream Marvel and/or DC faces here by day's end. :D
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| Some Point in the Future |
[09 Sep 2012|09:26pm] |
"Now, pay close attention, Miranda. Your uncle has never steered you wrong before, right?" Vincent pushes his niece's chair closer to the table, before putting a plate between them. They each have a cup.
"These, are cups of milk, and this is a plate of Double-Stuf Oreos. Accept nothing thinner. Watch this." He picks up one cookie, and instructs her to do the same. "Normally your dad would teach you this, but he doesn't like junk food. But because we love him, we keep him anyway, and your favorite uncle will always step up to do the stuff that makes your father's back go all stiff.
Now, hold the cookie, that's right... and twist like this. Very good! Now, lick the side with only a little bit of frosting, then put it back together.
Now, we dunk. And this is why we washed our hands first. Make sure you submerge the whole part you're going to bite."
And so, Vincent Vernard and his favorite niece have cookies.
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| Comforts of Home (Flashback: Just after the Misunderstanding) |
[24 Aug 2012|08:20pm] |
Vincent von Doom, just as when he had been Vincent Amorason, the name he had reassumed since leaving Latveria, had never been much of an early riser. He loved the simple material comforts of pillows, sheets, and blankets, and would remain in bed for a good few hours after waking. Reading or another activity would usually occupy him. Today, however, things would be different.
Waking up before Kristoff was no simple task. His brother was one of the most industrious people he knew. However, Vincent had been able to make the observation that after any evening Kristoff spent with that Cassandra girl, he was usually a bit more tired the next day.
And so, Vincent decided to cook breakfast in bed for his brother. He was still too short to reach several of the necessary kitchen appliances, but magic and moving furniture about had done well enough. The one brief incident with the smoke alarm had been silenced immediately as well.
"Phral?" Vincent leans his forehead, as his hands were full with a serving tray, against the intercom button outside Kristoff's door. "Time to wake up. I have a surprise for you!"
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| Meme Response - Kristoff - Angst - Tortured |
[22 Jan 2012|11:39am] |
"TYR!" Vincent's voice thunders right before a wall is torn open with brute force. The door had proven to be more reinforced than the rest of the structure. Feh, amateurish design. He storms across the room to where Kristoff is being restrained, ripping apart a guard robot in his path.
"Kristoff!" He checks the restraints for traps. "Can you hear me?" His voice softens with uncertainy. "Phral?"
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| Post-Reboot: Origin + Sample Post |
[09 Sep 2011|07:32pm] |
Victor von Doom came to attention as the portal opened in his throne room. Those Doombots which possessed magic detectors readied their offensive systems.
"Stand down." He issues a command as he recognizes the arriving figure. The Enchantress. Her arrival was not expected, but it was not outside the realm of his preparations.
"Victor, darling, you look well. Have you been getting more sun?" Amora states breezily, although her form flickers faintly.
"Dispense with the illusions, Enchantress. Reveal yourself."
Her image nods, and then fades away, revealing her indeed to be in the same location, but holding a sleeping infant wrapped in swaddling cloth. "We should have words."
His eyes shift behind the mask, and he disables the recording devices in the room, standing, his very posture demanding an explanation.
"Our tryst was not unsatisfying, Victor... this is the result." She strokes her fingers over the infant's cheek, before her gaze stiffens again and returns to Doom. "You will care for him."
Doom slowly advances across the room to her, examining the infant, whose eyes open, as it coos softly. He is silent for a long few moments, before gently laying a gauntlet against the child's head delicately. "He has my mother's eyes." After receiving a nod from her, he takes the child. "To what end do you surrender him to me?"
"Those are my reasons, Doom. Raise him well. I will be watching." She leans down and kisses the baby's forehead softly. "Be well, and grow powerful, my sweet Vincent." She rises, gives Doom one final stare, then leaves.
For a few long minutes, the room is silent, punctuated only by a few gurgling sounds by the baby before it falls asleep.
"Kristoff," Doom intoned over the castle's communication systems. "Come here."
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| AU: Future |
[15 Aug 2011|12:08am] |
"Esteemed ladies and gentlemen, to conclude my speech, I once again urge you to approve the legislation to grant full citizenship and marriage rights to synthetic-thought individuals."
"Dr Vernard, not to be argumentative, but your relationship with your own long-time lover gives you an unmistkable bias in these proceedings. You must understand that your 'expert' testimony is colored by it."
"On the contrary. Because I am so intimately familiar with both the history and even construction of my domestic partner, Andrea Denker, I am fully aware of both the potential threat she could pose, and of the limitations she has worked to succeed. Artificial life-forms are the civil rights movement of our century, good people, just as mutants were the one before us. Let us not make the mistakes of our forebearers in delaying matters any further."
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| AU - Age 11 - He's Not Crazy, He's My Brother |
[06 Aug 2011|11:48pm] |
"Kristoff, would you accompany me to my chambers, please? I have something for you." Vincent smiled from ear to ear. His plan had gone off without a hitch, and how he was going to see the fruits of his hard work. He knew it might have been a little ambitious, but after finding out all that Kristoff had gone through, he felt very compelled to do something for him.
He was just so... unlike Father, as rude as it would be to say that out loud.
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| Flashback - Age 9 |
[31 Jul 2011|11:17am] |
Kristoff was an excellent teacher, that much was obvious, but Vincent was still slightly nervous about their first practical lesson together. It was a simple enough energy transmission array, that would recharge batteries for small devices from across a room. Vincent found the designs to be wonderfully composed, and greatly enjoyed fabricating the components. Now came the actual assembly, and ultimately, the activation.
Vincent would ask where a tool he needed was, and Kristoff would either tell him where in the lab to find it, or in one or two cases, add on "--if you feel that is the best one for the task." In those cases, Vincent re-examined his work, and requested a different tool, as if the first request never happened. Two hours went by, and eventually the array was complete. Now was when the child's nerves began to tighten, as Kristoff gave him permission to turn it on.
He reached for the switch, placing his fingers on it as he watched the receiver at the other end of the lab, then flipped it.
Nothing happened.
He flipped it back and forth again, with the same lack of result, seeming worried.
Vincent couldn't help it. He instinctively flinched, his eyes going to Kristoff's hands.
Failure had never been acceptable in his previous lessons.
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| Flashback - Too Young To Know Better |
[29 Jul 2011|07:18pm] |
"Art thou lost?" Vincent crouched down, which scarcely made him any shorter than he already was. He'd decided to go see Moira and Danielle by a different route than usual. Mother was busy talking about magic he apparently wasn't ready for yet, with some girl who laughed like a magpie, so he was able to slip out more easily than usual.
The girl, sniffling and hiding her face behind a mop of sandy hair, shook her head. Vincent had found her at the base of a small outcropping, having managed to get down it with a minor feather charm. "Don't cry. I art going to see my friends. Thou shalt join me." He grins at her, offering a tiny hand.
"Nobody... nobody talks to me.." The girl said, her voice little more than a whisper as she wiped her eyes, reaching for his hand, then shaking her head again and standing up, keeping her hand to herself.
Vincent furrowed his brow and pursed his lips. "I know... other children art most foolish. He smiled at her and waved for her to follow him. Slowly, she did. "I... I art Sigrid."
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"Lady Rahne! My Lord! I hath come to play with Moira and Danielle! I brought a new friend with me!"
A heartbeat later Vincent was subject to the affections of the younger ones, as they tackled him, sniffing him over for anything interesting he might have been near on the way there.
"Oh? Well where is she then, dear?" Rahne said fondly, as the twins accompanied her from the den.
"She's right here!" He pointed to her. "Her name is Sigrid!"
"....Vincent?"
"Where did you meet your new friend, little enchanter?" Hrimhari puts a hand on Rahne's shoulder, asking her for a moment while he questions the boy.
"I found her by herself, near the little hill south of Mother's tower, near Asgard's walls."
Rahne's face blanched in understanding. "Oh... Oh Vincent..." She looked at Hrimhari. "How can he?"
"The boy is of magical blood... and too young to know what he should not be able to do."
"...my Lord?" Vincent looks up uncertainly, before walking over to Sigrid. "Come, Sigrid, say hello to Lord Hri--" He paled as his hand went through her arm, and she faded away.
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| Meme |
[06 May 2011|12:12am] |
List one of your characters, and one of mine, and pick either:
1)Friendship
2)Their first date.
3)Future.
4)Their first time.
5)AU/Possible children(please pick either or as I won't do both)
And I'll list 5 facts about any of them.
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| Enough |
[13 Apr 2011|04:19pm] |
"Silly little child. You ask me to tell you what you are? To tell you what you truly desire? I will tell you first what you are. You are evil."
"I am not."
"You say you are not. How terrifying to not know such a simple thing about onself. I will tell you what you truly desire. You desire everything."
Vincent's face curled in displeasure. The tome, whatever lurked at its core which animated it so, was testing him. He would not turn away. "Explain."
"Such a greedy little boy. You desire all that is encompassed by the World Tree. To see and experience all that the Nine Worlds have to offer. To desire everything is to desire to own everything. You would deny that such tyranny is evil?"
Vincent stood his ground, in spite of how familiar the words felt. In spite of how they stirred the most insidious of his recurring fears. Then he spoke.
"To desire everything... is to desire to protect everything. That is enough for one such as I. I end this conversation. My third and final question will wait." This tome was proving more trouble that it was worth. Oracles such as this were known to have leeway with how they could answer, but to be as obtuse as it had been so far with the final question was unheard of. Reflection was in order, to construct the proper wording for the inquiry.
"That is enough for Vincent, unwilling son of an unwanted father and unwanted son of an unwilling mother? You are surprising, enchanter." The voice faded as the tome swung shut again, the oracle's final jab even after Vincent had 'ended' the conversation still falling within expected leeway.
Vincent was quiet again, as he picked up the book and properly secured it, only releasing the breath he unknowingly held once he felt the soft thud as it touched the back wall of the bookshelf.
"I am Vincent... and that is enough."
Had some corner of the Nine Worlds trembled in fear or sighed in relief at those words, for none can say if any did, it would have done so rightfully.
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| In Defense of Our Women |
[16 Jan 2011|10:05pm] |
"You stay away from Valeria!" Vincent proclaimed, hands already glowing with energy.
"What he said!" Franklin added as well, in rare agreement with Vincent for once.
"But, but I--" Young MacKenzie Rider feebly tried to explain, hugging the basketball to him. Valeria had told him she'd built a flying hoop.
"We know what you're up to!" Franklin insisted, stomping forward. "You're here to steal away my sister like his royal fishy-smell wanted to steal away my mom!"
"You cannot pass!" Vincent spread his legs and raised an actual wall of force between MacKenzie and the front door, moments before he and Franklin were each hefted by orange rocky hands engulfing their heads, adolescent bodies flailing in mid-air.
"Kid, go ahead 'n' go play. I'll find somethin' fer these yutzes t' do." Petunia Grimm's favorite nephew shook his head and rolled his eyes.
MacKenzie smiled and nodded as the wall dissipated, running off into the building.
"Now, we're hittin' the skee-ball out at Coney Island. Any complaints from the peanut gallery?" Grimm put the boys down.
"No Uncle Ben..." Franklin huffed, folding his arms.
Vincent gestured much the same, along with turning his head and refusing to comment.
"I thought so. C'mon." He pats the boys on the back and ushers them out the door.
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| Possible Future - Latveria |
[08 Dec 2010|02:55pm] |
Taking the name was such a little thing. A trifle really, to smooth over some of the formalities. He'd outgrown the fear and childish rage. There was no joy in taking the throne, but it was what needed to be done.
He seated himself, then turned to address the assembled collective of administrators and honored guests.
"Kristoff Vernard, step forward."
His brother's footsteps echo through the hall, no-one else daring to speak.
Vincent's gaze rests upon him. "I am Vincent von Doom, son of Victor and Amora, and I am Monarch of Latveria. Kristoff Vernard, you have one mission, which I task you with for the rest of your days, and will grant you all you desire in pursuit of it.
You are to build the perfect nation."
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| AU - A Boy Of Wolves |
[04 Dec 2010|10:58pm] |
How does a child live with wolves?
With no claws or fangs to speak of, with a nose and ears that are hardly more than lumps of flesh, and eyes that are humbled by the dark, how does a child learn to hunt alongside wolves?
How does a child who knows only how to go on two legs, in a terrain that belongs to those on four, how does a child learn to run with wolves?
By learning.
By listening.
By thinking.
Between his physical disadvantages, his lack of instincts, and to say nothing of his 'late start', it would have been no surprise to anyone if Vincent had been unable to truly embrace his new life with Lord Hrimhari's pack. Vincent had much to prove however, even if only to himself. He stuck close to other members of the pack at all times, but gradually started keeping more distance between them on hunts, even though he did not go alone. He found flint and hardwood and fashioned himself knives to protect himself. He watched where scents were left, as the wolves smelled them, and from that he learned to identify tracks.
He learned to wrap his feet and hands in hide, rather than wear boots, to give him protection and still move more freely when he needed to climb or crawl. He went through a great deal of Danielle's medicinal salve in the process of becoming acclimated to that in particular, and the worst parts of winter still necessitated protecting himself more heavily.
He steeled himself against getting blood on his hands. He learned how to kill cleanly, and to appreciate his prey. Whatever he killed, he would eat or use himself, or see to it that others did. Hunting for sport was simply not done.
On the ground, he was outclassed, and no amount of practice or strengthening of his thews would overcome the divide between him and the pack. So he found the trees. Prey would not escape by taking flight or climbing away. Vincent would pursue, or he would already be waiting for it. Where he once could only help by beating the bushes or making noise to drive prey to ambush, now he would be the ambush.
The night eventually came, as it did for all members of the pack, where they were tasked to hunt alone. To bring back something that could do them harm.
"You'll be fine..." Rahne helped him affix his cloak as he prepared to leave the den. "We'll all celebrate when you come back." She bit her lip and drew a hand over his cheek affectionately as she looked at her--
"Of course I will, Mummy, I--" Vincent seemed more stunned to have said it than Rahne to have heard it, although she had far less qualms about letting the smile spill over her face.
"Hunt well, my son." Hrimhari laid a paw upon his son's shoulder, who could only tightly nod, before turning and marching out.
It was nearly a full day before Vincent returned, but return he did, a bear's limp form was slung over one shoulder, five ruts dug into his chest by the beast's claws covered in bandages. As the twins and the other pups, some of them having taken their own hunts by now even, swarmed to him, he watched Rahne and Hrimhari approach.
Vincent Hrimharisson set down his quarry and strode to his parents. "I'm home."
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| Flashback: After the battle for Asgard |
[26 Oct 2010|03:13pm] |
The day had been won, and the Golden Realm was secure for however long a peace could last. For the immortals, it was the usual cycle, Vincent supposed, but for him, it had been momentous. He had been called to stand with the realm of his birth, and he had answered it, however conflicted he had felt when standing before Lord Odin.
More than that, to have been personally recognized by Lord Thor? It was mind-blowing.
He made his way about the hall, hoping to find Moira or Danielle and see that they were well.
Passing by one particularly rowdy area, he bumped into someone. (It was a party, everyone was bumping into someone, but this was actually enough to knock him down.)
(Damn mixed heritage.)
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| Flashback: Age 10 |
[23 Oct 2010|05:33pm] |
Vincent knocked at the door to Kristoff's room. His hair was mussed, and the collar of his shirt was slightly ripped. He'd clearly been in a fight, even if his particular physiology didn't show it on his skin.
"Kristoff?" His voice wavered slightly. "Are you there?"
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