quitethecharmer:

Vincent exhaled as he put down his pen. He had any number of other ways to organize his schedule, but every so often the simplicity of paper and ink was reassuring. School, work with Kristoff (including ongoing research into Kassia's friend's affliction), self-study in magic until Mistress Jennifer chose to interpose herself into his education again (he was still her apprentice, after all), tutoring to pick up some spare cash that was truly his own, and then finally, free time.

Free time that was already the subject of an algorithim to determine 'fair' distribution between his 'family' in the building, Shanna's continued acclimation to Earthen culture, his budding friendship with Mackenzie (along with further patching of the wound to it he'd managed to inflict), a few other friends, and, most notably now, Asleif.

All of which was subject to interruption at any time for Fantastic or Asgardian business, or whatever other sort of peril crossed his path. Oof. Still, it was a different life than he used to lead, even if that makes it sound like a much more dramatic change than it really was. He put the papers aside for the night and went to bed.



( What dreams may come... )

He sits up, catching his breath, and running a hand over his face.

"It... it was a dream." Vincent reassured himself, before getting out of bed and wandering to the bathroom. He washed his face, and looked into the mirror. There were some flecks in his scar. He brushed at them, but they persisted. He brushed harder, and his skin began to flake off. Unable to stop himself, he continued tearing away the brittle flesh, battered and tempered iron framing a still jaw and bloodshot eye coming into view.

"It is time for you to be who you were born to be..." The mirror shattered as a gauntlet came through it, reaching for him.

There is a thud against reinforced flooring as Vincent, gasping, falls out of bed. He looks around, and his hand comes to rest on a notepad on the floor. On it, the words of the first dream are already transcribed.

He fumbles for the phone on his nightstand and calls Doctor Samson to schedule an appointment as soon as possible, then, after as much internal deliberation as he can sit still for, he leaves his room to go see if Kristoff is awake.

lady_hood:

Melissa Frost-Robbins will be the first person to tell you she's not crazy. Okay, maybe not /completely/ crazy. She knows some screwed up things have happened to her in her life, and that those things have colored her ideas of right and wrong, appropriate and inappropriate, moral and immoral. She'll also tell you that she takes care of the people she loves, both friends and family. If Melissa is your friend, she will do anything she can to see you happy.

Even if said happiness rests on expensive food and first-degree kidnapping.

( Did she really go there? Yes, she did.  )

whoholdsthewhip:

Senagi was...well..culture shock didn't really describe what he was seeing. He went from a small village to..this. Being in a place like this with all the power sources would have been a nightmare normally, but he'd be outfitted for this. Under his clothes was a dampening suit which greatly hindered the amount of excess energy he'd passively absorb. He also wore a pair of thick glasses, Andrew said it was similar in design to his uncle's protective eyewear. If someone asked about the glasses, he'd just say he had "eye problems..which was technically true.

"Angelo..no words come to me to describe this."