Vincent Amorason (quitethecharmer) wrote,
@ 2009-07-23 13:07:00

Flashback: Age 12
Vincent is sitting on the couch in the common area, more often than not being referred to as the 'kids' floor' of the Baxter Building. He has something on his mind to ask his so-called brother, and it is not something that sits easily in his mind. Kristoff is sitting across from him, going over some technical report, and after a suitable few minutes to gather his thoughts, Vincent speaks.

"Kristoff... what do you fear more than death?"

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discardedheir
2009-07-23 07:05 pm UTC (link)

"Vincent..." Kristoff says quietly, carefully. "In the first place, it will be several years before we should even consider working with the
Fantastic Four a reasonable option for you." Nevermind that Kristoff was accompanying them in the field when he was twelve; they were short on scientific expertise at the time and he had no guardian present to say no.

"And once you are older, I do not think you are necessarily that likely to allow fear over self-preservation to override what needs to be done." A smile, trying to make light of it, "You may have noticed I often worry you are too reckless with your own safety." As well as everyone else's, but fear was supposed to be the topic here. "But at any rate I certainly do not feel you are entirely unfit for anything"

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quitethecharmer
2009-07-23 07:22 pm UTC (link)

Vincent ruffled his hair uneasily. "That's... kind of the problem. I'm too far above other people, in what I can do." Sensing he's about to get a look, he preempts it with one of his own. "Ah. Hold."

He leans back against the couch, looking at the ceiling. "I'm very powerful, Kristoff. I didn't even realize how much so until the past few years. Science at the levels we wield it is practically another type of magic." He flexes a hand, looking at his palm. "I'm staggeringly if not cosmically powerful in body, possibly near ageless, if I can go home to Asgard periodically. I have one of the most brilliant minds on the planet, and would probably be among the top five if science interested me more. I have the potential to become one of the ten strongest mages on the planet, and probably rival some of them for raw power already, if not in skill."

For Vincent, these were remarkable levels of humility.

He turns his head to Kristoff again. "I'm a creature of impulse. I see... thousands of things before me. My desires hammer in my brain almost endlessly. I walk down the street and I flash back to my childhood... when I came here. I think of how I could poke and prod at the citizens' minds until they simply gave me whatever I wanted, and they'd be deliriously happy to do so. Those rare few of strong enough will.. I could likely rend by sinew or by spell like so much paper" He winces slightly.

"Power... and absolute power. You know the saying." He pulls his legs up on the couch, resting his chin on his knees, looking his age for once. "For someone as dangerous as me.. am I allowed to be?" He pauses, frowning. "Please excuse the unintentional rhyming. It verbally cheapens the sentiment."

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discardedheir
2009-07-24 12:09 am UTC (link)

There's a long --very long -- pause, but Kristoff doesn't look away from his brother. When he does start to talk, his voice is calm and earnest but the obviousness of the concern in his tone and expression gradually escalates.

"You do have the potential to be absurdly powerful, yes, Vincent. So, and I am trusting you to allow me to make my point here, does Franklin. You are not alone in your generation in having to face the implications of your own capabilities. You are also, I repeat, twelve. Trying too hard to analyze your own potential for heroic or corruptive impulses is premature, especially if you appear to be letting yourself start treating cliched ideas as inevitable."

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quitethecharmer
2009-07-25 08:03 pm UTC (link)

Understandably, Vincent huffs and folds his arms at the mention of Franklin, but holds his tongue. He listens carefully to Kristoff, and seems to be thinking over his response.

"Thank you Kristoff. You've been very helpful. I won't worry so much about my impulses anymore." There's an almost palpable content around him now, and he wanders off towards his bedroom, pulling out his phone.

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	discardedheir 2009-07-25 08:06 pm UTC (link)
	There'd been a reason Kristoff included the caveat. Kristoff is slightly relieved at the apparent alleviation of brooding, but as the actual statement sinks in, he sighs. Ah, well. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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