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Martin Baum ([info]magic_hands) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2012-03-29 22:46:00


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Entry tags:martin baum, orlen strange

Reunion (Orlen)
Martin sits on one of the chairs in the Sanctum Sanctorum waiting for Orlen to arrive. It's been a while since he's seen the other sorcerer, not quite a year but that was more than too long. And he'd heard Orlen had joined the Avengers recently but they hadn't had the chance to go meet up again.

Martin thinks it'll be a bit of a shock for him. After all, the last time Orlen had seen him was when Martin had actually looked his age, 12. But even though he was 13 now, magical adventure mishaps had left him looking more like 16. He figured it'd be fun to see Orlen's reaction to it. Then they could have their troublemaking magical fun like always. Best part was that Dr. Strange was out of the dimension.

That meant more fun.


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[info]strangeson
2012-04-09 11:07 am UTC (link)
"Little brother." he snapped his fingers and they where there in the blink of an eye. Literally the sounds of the cash machines, cards shuffled the laughing of many people walking past them. "Well brother welcome to ceasars palace casino!" He opened up with his hands out. "What you feel like doing? black jack?" he asked as he started walking.

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[info]magic_hands
2012-04-09 01:29 pm UTC (link)
He glances at his reflection in the glass and admires Orlen's illusion work. Nobody was likely to question his age like this. "Okay blackjack then. We'll have fun messing with them." First he idly strolls over to a slot machine and pulls the lever. Carefully watching as the pictures and numbers fly by, he uses some telekinesis to have each one stop where he wants. The first slot, then the next one matches, then finally the last one...damn. He was off by one! Oh well, couldn't win on his first try, they'd get suspicious too quickly. This was god practice anyway.

"You go first I want to watch then try."

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[info]strangeson
2012-04-14 12:41 pm UTC (link)
He let a smile go one as he moved to the black jack table. He put a large bet in then after the first round nearly triples his fund. "Gee must be my lucky day. He looked over at his little brother tapping the chair. "cmon Bro!" He smiled grabbing a drink from a tray and sipping.

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[info]magic_hands
2012-04-14 05:27 pm UTC (link)
He shoots Orlen a grin and sits in the spot next to him. As the bets are placed and the dealer deals the cards and his own hand with the second card face down, Martin concentrates very hard. Telepathy was never his strong point, he was only okay at sending messages in people's heads, not reading them. Well, at least this was one of those dealers that checked his face down card. When he tries he can hear bits and pieces of everyone's thoughts, none clear, and tries to pick out the dealer's in all the chaos. He glances at Orlen now.

His other card is a...4 I think?

As far as he was concerned, casinos were solely for using magic to mess with them and have fun. And the vegas magic shows were sure to be ridiculous.

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