vesper_verde: (Vesper Wingless)
Vesper ([personal profile] vesper_verde) wrote in [community profile] nextgenerationmarvel2014-03-01 04:15 pm

This Is My Life. This Is My Song. I'll Fight The Powers That Be.

Marcelo had started regular patrolling in earnest when he wasn't trying to spend the night with Stephanie. It felt good to get the suit on. It covered his scars well and he had added a little protection to the spots where a sword had run straight through his body. In addition to his normal patrols, he used what little superhuman power he had to keep tabs on what Sebastian Shaw was doing. Since he could listen to things at a distance and fine tune his hearing from there, he tried to be careful not to blip on any of Shaw's cronies' radar.

Though that was where he picked up Shaw had put a bounty on Marcelo Alencar da Silva's head. The target wondered if this was the first time the same man had bounties on his head for two separate identities. He doubted it, but he liked to think he was pioneering in some way.

Ignoring the tabloid stories about him and Stephanie being on the rocks was easy enough since Marcelo didn't read tabloids nor did he have a secretary who did anymore. It was harder to ignore Helena when she scheduled a visit with him during office hours. The hour-long visit started pleasantly enough. It actually lasted that long because despite his small, almost heartfelt prayers, no business came up to interrupt the visit with his ex. It turned slightly awkward when she started sounding out if the tabloid reports were true or if Stephanie had gone to rehab or something of the sort. Then it got into well-controlled infuriating when Helena casually brought up some information she gathered about the time Stephanie and Marcelo weren't together. Marcelo was more than happy to escort Helena from his office after the hour was done.

He wasn't quite sure what the future had in store for him, but the Brazilian billionaire figured everything but the impending wedding would give him a headache at the very least.
ngm_miscellaneous: (Meanwhile...)

[personal profile] ngm_miscellaneous 2014-03-01 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
The first to take up Sebastian Shaw's bounty on the Brazilian businessman ruining his plans were a couple thugs with big ambitions and little assassin skill...
ngm_villains: (Nameless Thug)

[personal profile] ngm_villains 2014-03-02 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
The group of thugs watched and waited. They waited for just the right moment to strike and attack Marcelo. Sebastian Shaw was paying a great deal of money to have this guy taken out, so only the best were hired. Anything less would be an insult.
ngm_villains: (Nameless Thug)

[personal profile] ngm_villains 2014-03-02 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Seeing that he was struggling to get his car keys out, the thugs struck. There was at least five of them, and the attack was quick and precise. One thug punched Marcello in his kidneys, another tried to go for his knees. They had the advantage of a surprise attack, but how long that would last was questionable.
ngm_villains: (Nameless Thug)

[personal profile] ngm_villains 2014-03-02 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Two of the thugs ended up falling to the ground after packages were tossed at them. The others managed to block that attack and continued to try and stay close to Marcello. The man was quicker than they expected, and managed to avoid some blows, while creating distance between the group and himself.

Perhaps they should have asked Shaw for more money...
ngm_villains: (Nameless Thug)

[personal profile] ngm_villains 2014-03-02 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
That kick knocked one of the thugs out cold. With one out for the count and four active, Marcello was doing a good job of taking them out! His dance motion confused one of the thugs, while the others continue to try and take him down with brutal attacks. This man was not staying still, and each strike made appeared to miss him, now.
ngm_villains: (Nameless Thug)

[personal profile] ngm_villains 2014-03-02 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
And then there was one. Marcello's kicks and wide range attacks were incredible! They were things that the thugs were not prepared for or trained to handle. They were told to just go kill the lover of Shaw's daughter... not this!

The last thug standing was moving slowly, trying to find an opening for a punch or kick. But the man kept dodging. Eventually, the lone thug was tired out from trying to land a single blow to Marcello. He was jsut standing there, trying to catch his breath.
ngm_villains: (Nameless Thug)

[personal profile] ngm_villains 2014-03-02 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
The thug was pretty sure that Marcelo was serious. Dead serious. He ran off like the coward he was, leaving behind four fallen comrades. Of course he was foolish to think Sebastian Shaw would let him live after giving his report... but these guys were not terribly smart.
ngm_miscellaneous: (Meanwhile...)

In Mutant Town

[personal profile] ngm_miscellaneous 2014-03-01 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Something had gone wrong enough in Stephanie's Mutant Town project that it needed someone to be there physically to handle it. Just the opportunity for the next attempt...
ngm_marauders: (Harpoon)

Re: In Mutant Town

[personal profile] ngm_marauders 2014-03-03 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Harpoon cleaned the blood off of his spear and watched from the shadows, waiting for the target to arrive. Shaw's daughter was unable to come, which meant that her man would be coming to gather information. The target that the Boss put on them, probably as some offering. To keep Shaw happy and not suspecting he was being played.

He didn't know what the Boss wanted out of Shaw exactly. Wasn't his business. Mostly, he just loved the hunt. Prism was nearby, but not in sight. Backup. He would've chosen another partner if he could have.

Then again, he could easily claim the credit for the kill.
ngm_marauders: (Prism)

Re: In Mutant Town

[personal profile] ngm_marauders 2014-03-03 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
The first step was a refraction of light around the area, through Prism's mass and into a blinding flash, which was followed almost immediately afterwards by a laser-like beam directed directly in the area of his Tesla's gas tank.

He couldn't wait to hear what Harpoon thought about that when it blew up and killed the bastard right where he stood.
ngm_marauders: (Harpoon)

[personal profile] ngm_marauders 2014-03-03 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Idiot Harpoon thought as Marcelo went careening around the edge of a building. Though in truth, it might've succeeded in bringing down the target, even if it was too messy. But maybe it was just as well, becuase Marcelo was coming closer. Harpoon didn't try to do anything fancy, just strike fast and hard from the shadows, his slayspear aimed directly for Marcelo's heart.
ngm_marauders: (Prism)

[personal profile] ngm_marauders 2014-03-03 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Prism immediately jumped at the chance to attack the rolling figure with beams of refracted light, which he could use even in relative darkness, thanks to a power enhancement that Sinister had given him some time ago. It considerably increased his value. As for Harpoon, he was out in a flash moving around Prism's blast.

For such a squat man, he was fast on his feet. This time, though, his slayspear was glowing and transformed into energy. This one would detonate like a flashbang, all light and sound, hopefully enough to stun Marcelo.

Genetic enhancements would keep him able to function.
ngm_marauders: (Harpoon)

[personal profile] ngm_marauders 2014-03-03 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Harpoon could tell that this one was more of a fighter then they'd been told. He liked that. It would be an honor to kill him. And the man in turn would have a warrior's death. Prism would keep harassing him from a distance, but Harpoon wanted to get this close. He was impressed at the man's agility.

Harpoon was a born hunter, though, and he managed to leap over the low kick, trying to flash his spear against the man's belly while he twirled so gracefully.
ngm_marauders: (Prism)

[personal profile] ngm_marauders 2014-03-03 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Kicking Harpoon was a bit like kicking a brick wall. Physics determined that the guy would be knocked back on his ass. But there was no breaking of ribs or any sign that he was much more than inconvenienced by the blow. It did, however, get him off of Marcelo's back immediately.

Prism on the other hand was continuing to be annoying, blasting Marcelo with his lasers. He tried to refract the ambient light around him in such a way that Marcelo would be totally blinded, making him vulnerable to his attackers.

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