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stone_rosesWho: Vivian. Marty.
When: After they make a run for it out of Trinidad.
Rating: R for adult concepts.
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The private plane interior was plush. Vivian hadn’t experienced anything so luxurious in a long time. She was no stranger to a rich person's toys and had often been one of them. This was different. What did the man Mac call it: “Business.”
Yes, business. Viv accepted the word into her psyche, even the Viking in her head knew what was business and what wasn’t.
“The hotel will be available for your needs.” Marty sat back tenting his finger tips as he observed the young woman in front of him. They sat alone after the flight out Trinidad and he was filled in by the old man with the necessity of involving him self in the current events.
Vivian picked up the folder Marty had given her. Some of the paper work she recognized. Birth certificate. Pass port. She didn’t need a college education to read into the paper work to know she now had a new identity.
“Your daughter?” She raised an eyebrow.
“It will be the only way you can stay in the country without raising too much suspicion. The others can no longer remain with you as they have personal duties to over see. I am the only one left in the main world to be of much help. You’re my daughter.”
“Vivian Martel. I think I can handle that. So dad, what happened to mum?”
“She’s a hooker who went back to business.”
“Charming. What about me?”
“What do you want to be?”
Vivian opened her mouth and closed it. No one had ever asked her that question and she had never asked her self the question either. “Can I think about it?”
“You have forever to think about it.” Marty understood clearly what forever meant. He wondered if Vivian did.
Settling back into her seat Vivian drank from the long tall champagne glass. Forever. “I can do what I want.” Her lips curved into an approving smile. “I can do as I please, because I am Immortal.” The realization was shocking and exciting all at once. As exciting as knowing she was heading to America to be free.
Marty looked over his tented finger tips, his gaze settling on the young Immortal. An ancient him self, he gave a sadden expression and quickly recovered knowing all children eventually grew up and learnt. He wondered if she would.
“Rest now. I will inform you when we are about to land.”
Leaving Vivian alone, Marty moved to his private quarters. They had fled Trinidad but also had brought the problems they left behind. Markus would surely follow. The girl couldn’t be left alone, and unfortunately he couldn’t call the captain or the twins in for support. The twins had returned to Hawken’s world to be with their sister. And the sea captain was duty bound to Poseidon. Marty had only one resource left to use. Making a land call he connected to an aging barkeeper…Joe Dawson. The Watcher hopefully could give some insight as to how to handle a possible wayward Immortal, like Vivian. Markus he could handle. And would.
When: After they make a run for it out of Trinidad.
Rating: R for adult concepts.
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The private plane interior was plush. Vivian hadn’t experienced anything so luxurious in a long time. She was no stranger to a rich person's toys and had often been one of them. This was different. What did the man Mac call it: “Business.”
Yes, business. Viv accepted the word into her psyche, even the Viking in her head knew what was business and what wasn’t.
“The hotel will be available for your needs.” Marty sat back tenting his finger tips as he observed the young woman in front of him. They sat alone after the flight out Trinidad and he was filled in by the old man with the necessity of involving him self in the current events.
Vivian picked up the folder Marty had given her. Some of the paper work she recognized. Birth certificate. Pass port. She didn’t need a college education to read into the paper work to know she now had a new identity.
“Your daughter?” She raised an eyebrow.
“It will be the only way you can stay in the country without raising too much suspicion. The others can no longer remain with you as they have personal duties to over see. I am the only one left in the main world to be of much help. You’re my daughter.”
“Vivian Martel. I think I can handle that. So dad, what happened to mum?”
“She’s a hooker who went back to business.”
“Charming. What about me?”
“What do you want to be?”
Vivian opened her mouth and closed it. No one had ever asked her that question and she had never asked her self the question either. “Can I think about it?”
“You have forever to think about it.” Marty understood clearly what forever meant. He wondered if Vivian did.
Settling back into her seat Vivian drank from the long tall champagne glass. Forever. “I can do what I want.” Her lips curved into an approving smile. “I can do as I please, because I am Immortal.” The realization was shocking and exciting all at once. As exciting as knowing she was heading to America to be free.
Marty looked over his tented finger tips, his gaze settling on the young Immortal. An ancient him self, he gave a sadden expression and quickly recovered knowing all children eventually grew up and learnt. He wondered if she would.
“Rest now. I will inform you when we are about to land.”
Leaving Vivian alone, Marty moved to his private quarters. They had fled Trinidad but also had brought the problems they left behind. Markus would surely follow. The girl couldn’t be left alone, and unfortunately he couldn’t call the captain or the twins in for support. The twins had returned to Hawken’s world to be with their sister. And the sea captain was duty bound to Poseidon. Marty had only one resource left to use. Making a land call he connected to an aging barkeeper…Joe Dawson. The Watcher hopefully could give some insight as to how to handle a possible wayward Immortal, like Vivian. Markus he could handle. And would.
