Vincent Amorason (quitethecharmer) wrote,
@ 2009-05-13 17:42:00

Flashback - Pilgrimage
New York City was the best place ever, Vincent Amorason, age 8, mused to himself. He was currently busy with his third slice of pizza, legs swinging back and forth under the table in the questioning room the police had brought him to. He'd been relatively disoriented when he first managed to get himself to the city from Doomstadt. He hadn't quite expected the teleportation spell to work all that well. Yet here he was. It had been a rough few days, since he'd forgotten to pack any money with him, but he was resourcesful if nothing else.

Now, granted, mesmerizing the staff of that restaurant might not have been the best move, and it had gotten him attention from the police. He'd decided it was best not to go violently, and let them take him in. Surely they'd know how to contact the Fantastic Four anyway. A little more Persuasion and he'd been able to have himself accomodated rather comfortably anyway. A nice reclining rolling chair from one of the officer's desks instead of the typical hard-backed one, pizza, and a milkshake.

How long could it take to get Reed Richards on the phone? It had already been half an hour.

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discardedheir
2009-05-13 11:08 pm UTC (link)

Kristoff walked down the hall in his armor and FF uniform -- no mask -- accompanied by the police and Mrs. Richards -- always Mrs. Richards; no matter how well they got along she could never be Sue -- having insisted on coming immediately once they'd heard. He wasn't even going to dignify the things Grimm and Storm had said with an acknowledgment.

Kristoff hadn't even seen the boy yet, and he was already arguing with the police as they walked, his voice carrying.

"You will not call the embassy yet. And you will most definitely not involve Child Services; are you insa--" A breath. "Mrs. Richards, please make them understand what a bad idea that would be. And unnecessary."
And then, with another breath, he walked into the room.

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quitethecharmer
2009-05-13 11:13 pm UTC (link)

Vincent looked up, and practically choked on his pizza. He swallowed hard and pushed away from the table, the chair falling over and tumbling him to the floor as well. He ran to put his back to the wall, conjuring a fireball in one hand.

"You... Why are you here?" He remembered his.. predecessor. Last he had seen him, he had blasted him through a wall. Had he come for him now that he wasn't under Latveria's protection?

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discardedheir
2009-05-13 11:24 pm UTC (link)

Kristoff's hands are splayed slightly, the weaponized side not facing Vincent, in generally as non-threatening a posture as he can manage while in uniform and standing up. "Do you honestly think that, even if I wished to, I would be fool enough to harm an eight-year-old with the police and a Fantastic Four colleague just outside the door? I am here, Vincent, because apparently my younger brother has been running about New York clouding people's minds. Why are you here?"

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	quitethecharmer 2009-05-13 11:33 pm UTC (link)
	Vincent examined the older boy carefully, keeping the fire in his palm. "...brother? I don't have a brother. I don't have a family." He inched his way along the wall, trying to find the best angle in the room. "I left. He's not going to touch me again. You can't make me go back. I won't let anyone make me go back." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

discardedheir
2009-05-13 11:39 pm UTC (link)

"You can have whatever definitions you like. It will not sway my personal decision on the subject."

"I can hardly drag you back somewhere from which I am banished myself. I have already told them not to call the embassy yet. If you do not wish to return, I will reemphasize it. So you are not going back. What are you going to do now? This--" He gestures just slightly to indicate the interrogation room, milkshake and pizza. "is unacceptable, Vincent."

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	quitethecharmer 2009-05-13 11:48 pm UTC (link)
	Vincent furrowed his brow, but snuffed out the fireball. "I can take care of myself... He can't ever take this city, so I'm fine here. I can make people take care of whatever I need." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

discardedheir
2009-05-13 11:56 pm UTC (link)

At that comment, Kristoff mentally reviewed the magical defense he'd been considering ever since they heard what the boy was doing. They were....completely inelegant. Gratingly so. This was why he didn't like magic; he knew he wasn't actually good at it, just skirting by on the Master's knowledge.

"Parasitism is fairly unambitious, but you may try it out if you like."

"I was in New York City when I was eight, you know," he says very quietly, calmly, blandly. "The Fantastic Four locked me in a heavily-defended padded cell for three months, because I was a crazy, hateful, little beast."

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	quitethecharmer 2009-05-14 01:42 am UTC (link)
	Vincent watches Kristoff carefully, still keeping his back to one wall and eying the door as well. "...So what am I supposed to do?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

discardedheir
2009-05-14 04:00 am UTC (link)

Kristoff stepped closer and slowly crouched to be at a better eye level.

"Come back to the Baxter Building with Mrs. Richards and myself. She can arrange any legalities necessary with the authorities, including the papers to keep you in this country unmolested. She has done it before," he has calmly, quietly. "I will pay the restaurant you bewitched anything necessary, and clear the room next to mine for you."

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quitethecharmer
2009-05-14 04:07 am UTC (link)

The eight year old draws himself up, with the look of a cat surveying a new environment.

"Hmph." He brushes himself off, walking over and righting the chair he knocked over, and finishing the slice of pizza he was on, silent the whole time.

He avoids eye contact when he speaks up again. "I don't need anything from you, but that would make things simpler for me..."

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	discardedheir 2009-05-14 04:17 am UTC (link)
	For the duration of this, Kristoff just waits. "I can live with not being needed. It is indeed still a good idea. I also wish to remind you, Vincent, that you do not wish to provoke a quarrel with either the Fantastic Four or any of their allies." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	quitethecharmer 2009-05-14 04:26 am UTC (link)
	"I don't have any quarrel with them. They can go on doing exactly what they do. Making sure monsters like him can't come into this city unmolested." He pushes at the chair, turning it from side to side before speaking again. "I blew you through a wall. Why are you... why aren't you angry?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

discardedheir
2009-05-14 04:46 am UTC (link)

It hurts hearing Doom called a monster, but it's an old, familiar -- very familiar, on his team -- twinge, and it doesn't show.

"Good. Do not start one. Using magic very carelessly in the streets of New York could certainly do so. Keep it in mind."

And then, at the question, he raises an eyebrow. "Just becomes something... hurts -- " And his voice starts out cool and collected and dignified but gets a little thick as his control slips for just a moment. But he gets it back together again. "Does not mean it was anyone's Fault. Least of all yours; you were five; what do you take me for?"

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	quitethecharmer 2009-05-14 04:56 am UTC (link)
	At that question, Vincent falls quiet, craning his head to look for the members of the Fantastic Four outside the door. "I'm not sure what you are yet." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

discardedheir
2009-05-14 05:10 am UTC (link)

"You will have time to decide on that account, but we should get you out of here."

He steps over to the door. "Mrs. Richards, may I introduce my brother -- for my part -- Vincent...Amorason, If I was told correctly? He does not, it seems, wish to go back. Vincent, this is Mrs. Susan Richards, the Invisible Woman."

"Well, thank goodness." He'll let Mrs. Richards greet the boy with a warm, maternal, people-person smile as he turns to an officer with paperwork asking a question, answering "I am eighteen."

"But trust me, Officer," Sue says, although still looking at Vincent. "He's old for his age." Another smile. "Ready to go, Vincent?"

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	quitethecharmer 2009-05-14 05:14 am UTC (link)
	Vincent looks between the two of them appraisingly, before snatching his milkshake off the table and sipping at it, walking out the door and looking back at them expectantly. "This is... acceptable." He smiles at Mrs Richards, offering her his other hand as if he is doing her some great honor. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

discardedheir
2009-05-14 05:28 am UTC (link)

Sue will take that with a chuckle as they follow him out.
And she looks like she's holding back saying something for a moment and just can't resist. She looks over to Kristoff.

"You know what Johnny and Ben are going to say, right?"
"That we deserve each other, I am certain," Kristoff says with a small wry smile. "I can live with that."

And soon, off to the Baxter Building it was.

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