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Orlen Strange ([info]strangeson) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2012-07-24 04:23:00


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Entry tags:frances barton, martin baum, orlen strange

Who: Orlen Strange and martin others as well OTA.
What: messing his place up
Where: new york.
Rating: pg
Status: Incomplete.


He was getting ready after closing his magic shop and heading home. Avengers stuff was quit and slow so he headed back home hot coffee in hand. That was until he felt a shimmer on magical plain. Something dark and dreadful. "Oh not here...NOT HERE!" He side as he placed the cup on the counter. "its so damn hard to get a place in the village!"He charged up a ward prepping himself for another attack not sure what was going. "Damn it all to hell!" He was scratched on the arm. "Yea this is going to be fun!"


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[info]strangeson
2012-09-08 04:02 pm UTC (link)
He sat down on one knee and putting his palm on the floor. "Yea...I'm feeling somthing and he or she or it's in the fourth level of hell..." He sighed as he got up and laid down on a cot in the living room. "I'n the dark demension we never got this much trouble damn it all!" he sighed as he rubbed his temples. "Wait the butter dish really frances?" he asked her perking a brow. "Well once we figure out which demon lord it is we can head out." He looked over at martin.

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[info]hotshot_hawkeye
2012-09-08 09:02 pm UTC (link)
She gave a small squawk and waved her hands in defeat. "Yes, the butter dish. Are you really going to judge me on my housekeeping habits when there's a Prince of Darkness sending you hate-grams?" There was a look between the two magicians, so Frances figured it was time to shut up and let them do their thing. Wasn't like she could lend a hand. She turned to watch out the window, keeping an eye out there and not prying into what happened in here.

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[info]magic_hands
2012-09-10 02:08 am UTC (link)
Martin sits back and lets his legs dangle off arm of his armchair while he waits. He does shoot Frances a smug smile that conveys rather clearly: 'See? He does the detective work and I get to sit back and wait for the adventure to start.' When Frances turns away, he checks to make sure she isn't looking, then telekinetically directs his bottle to levitate up to his mouth so he can take a sip. He didn't like many people seeing him eat or drink.

But Orlen's look gets him a slow grin back from Martin. Demon lord? That was big. And it was one of the multitude of things Dr. Strange disapproved of. You had to keep in mind that he also disapproved of wanton use of magic for fun. Which only meant that this must be fun.

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