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nextgen_misc ([info]nextgen_misc) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-09-03 18:26:00


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Entry tags:cosmopolitan, iason, inactive - charlie rogers, inactive - eli paravich, plot-"12-step", ryan spector, svalin

How the West Was Won
A bright sun in a dull blue sky baked the earth below despite it being late October. The air didn't hold any moisture and dust was stirred up by the wind. The terrain was mostly flat and sparse of vegetation and about a mile west lay a silver-mining boomtown called Tombstone.

There was a bright flash of light about a mile outside of the town. Six very strangely dressed individuals and one white horse with wings suddenly appeared.



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[info]butterflybullet
2010-09-10 06:11 pm UTC (link)
The woman in the shop had raised eyebrows. At Vernique. At her out-of-style dress, at paying at paying in gold and silver. But Vernique smiled reassuringly and discussed the clothes like someone just desperate to improve upon her hand-me-downs.

She managed to find a little Annie Oakley-esque number that she could easily adjust to fit Svalin. She repaired her own ensemble with the most darling little jacket, with some added petticoat action. She got the least restrictive-looking male clothes she could find in the store for Iason, a simply darling horse blanket for Tryggvi, smiled as she purchased, and then made her way back to the outskirts of town.

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[info]shield_maiden
2010-09-10 07:09 pm UTC (link)
Svalin was brushing Tryggvi's coat and checking his hooves for chips and cracks when Vernique got back. She took better care of the horse than she did herself at times.

Iason and Svalin weren't the talkative types so it had been a quiet time while the others were away.

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[info]butterflybullet
2010-09-10 07:19 pm UTC (link)
"Okay," Vernique starts off. "If this sits well over Tryggvi's wings, we can get him into town and get some water, which'd be good." She gets out the blanket.

"And these should mostly fit you. I can adjust the sleeves and shoulders if they're too tight," she says, handing each of them their clothes.

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[info]shield_maiden
2010-09-10 07:33 pm UTC (link)
Svalin smiled. "Thank thee," she said and took the blanket first. She draped it over Tryggvi. When she was done, she turned and looked at the dress. And continued to look at it.

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[info]butterflybullet
2010-09-10 07:38 pm UTC (link)
Vernique looked at her. "Would you prefer a velvet outting-jacket and something with petticoats?"

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[info]shield_maiden
2010-09-10 07:45 pm UTC (link)
"Mayhap trousers?" Svalin said. "I cannot fight in a dress and pett...whate'er they art."

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[info]butterflybullet
2010-09-10 07:50 pm UTC (link)
"There's some underleggings for it, but face facts, Svalin. It's the 19th century. A woman wearing trousers is generally trying to pass as a boy. ...There's no way anyone's going to believe you're trying to do that, unless you want them thinking you're completely insane. We're all weird enough strangers already. And this dress is more combat ready than velvet and crinoline."

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[info]shield_maiden
2010-09-10 07:58 pm UTC (link)
Svalin frowned. Vernique did make a good point. "I art not the dress type," she said. "There art no other options? I couldst bind my breasts and wear a hat."

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[info]butterflybullet
2010-09-10 09:28 pm UTC (link)
"The leggings'll help a little in terms of not having problems during a fight. I think you're just going to have to woman up here and accept the presence of a skirt for a little while."

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[info]shield_maiden
2010-09-10 09:52 pm UTC (link)
Svalin frowned again and took the dress. "I wilt wear it," she reluctantly said.

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[info]butterflybullet
2010-09-11 01:53 am UTC (link)
Thanks, Svalin. I really appreciate it.

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[info]shield_maiden
2010-09-11 09:36 pm UTC (link)
She nodded and would put the dress on. Since there wasn't exactly any buildings around, Svalin just changed where she stood. She removed her clothes and then put the dress on.

She looked down at herself and sighed.

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[info]cosmic_son
2010-09-13 04:49 am UTC (link)
Not too far off, on returning from his latest scouting sweep, Iason does much the same, once he finds the clothes Vernique brought out for him.

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[info]butterflybullet
2010-09-13 04:52 am UTC (link)
Well, if it gets the clothes on, who is Vernique to object to the view?

"See, Svalin?" She says. "You can still walk and everything."

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[info]shield_maiden
2010-09-13 04:54 am UTC (link)
"Aye, but it doth restrict my movements. I wilt not be as effective in battle with this garment on."

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[info]cosmic_son
2010-09-13 05:03 am UTC (link)
Iason finishes with most of the clothes before long. He is reasonably familiar with Earth wear, he just prefers to limit it when he can. Even fully dressed he stands out, but not as badly.

"Will this do? I have only seen the town from a distance."

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[info]butterflybullet
2010-09-13 05:06 am UTC (link)
"It'll work. There's only so much can be done with you two. If worse comes to worst, Svalin, tear the skirt up the seam if you're in a life-or-death combat situation, I figure. So let's head in and get Tryggvi some water."

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[info]shield_maiden
2010-09-13 05:09 am UTC (link)
"Canst I do that now?" Svalin asked. It would making moving a lot easier."

She checked the blanket on Tryggvi and then grabbed the reins.

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[info]cosmic_son
2010-09-13 05:10 am UTC (link)
"I don't believe that would be a good idea. For the moment, I think we want to avoid fighting or standing out."

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[info]butterflybullet
2010-09-13 05:12 am UTC (link)
"Precisely," Vernique says with just a trace of a sigh. And she turns toward town.

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[info]shield_maiden
2010-09-13 05:16 am UTC (link)
Svalin leaned against Tryggvi to help her move a little better and followed Vernique.

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[info]cosmic_son
2010-09-13 05:24 am UTC (link)
Iason hovers along as far as he can, then drops down to walk the rest of the way into town once there's signs someone might notice them.

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[info]butterflybullet
2010-09-13 05:28 am UTC (link)
"I'd better accept now that I'm never going to get you in heels, huh?" Vernique asked good-naturedly as they came into town.

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[info]shield_maiden
2010-09-13 05:30 am UTC (link)
"What art heels?"

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[info]cosmic_son
2010-09-13 05:35 am UTC (link)
"Shoes like the ones Vernique usually wears in social occasions. Generally unsuitable for fighting in."

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(no subject) - [info]butterflybullet, 2010-09-13 05:40 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]shield_maiden, 2010-09-13 05:48 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]cosmic_son, 2010-09-13 05:50 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]butterflybullet, 2010-09-13 05:55 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]shield_maiden, 2010-09-13 06:02 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]cosmic_son, 2010-09-13 06:59 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]butterflybullet, 2010-09-14 05:32 am UTC

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