Martin Baum (magic_hands) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2013-03-31 23:01:00

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Small animals make everything more fun...right?

He'd been polite and had even used that knocking-spell Orlen had set up on her place to get permission before teleporting in. He didn't really see the point of it really, but if that was what people wanted...alright then.

Currently he was set up on her living room floor, sitting there and showing off new minor spells he'd been practicing. As if the poor archer's place didn't have enough magic in it, here he was infusing extra in the air. "May I have something to drink please?" Magic was thirsty work and one did not manage to make her books dance to The Black Keys without needing a refreshment. Disney had it right, musicals were best with normally inanimate objects.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-04-02 05:53 pm UTC (link)

Frances only got a moment's warning of something is wrong and sat up in concern, when the squiggle when ballistic and part of it came her way. "Oh shi-" she shouted and dived for over the back of the couch, hoping to dodge the pyrotechnics and only have to deal with bruised knees for landing hard. The bolt got her anyway and as she landed she suddenly felt- Itchy and goosebumpy at the same time and a case of vertigo while things went blurry.

After a few minutes, because she had to tell the world what she though of it's humor, she came around the upended sofa, like a bat out of hell. panic owl

"This is not happening, this is not happening!" she declared while running around, though it came out more a high pitched 'screee' than words.

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magic_hands
2013-04-06 06:12 pm UTC (link)

Martin coughed as the coloured smoke and crazed sparks and lighting effects died down. Oops. Well he hadn't meant to do all that...he should apologize to Frances becuase he was pretty sure half the things in this room weren't there before. Or, well, they were just...not in that form.

"Frances-AH!" He jumped in panic as a crazed little owl ran by. He did not like things getting too close to him that he wasn't aware of, wait...when did the owl get there? He'd never turned anything into animals quite that big. "Frances? Frances?" He called to the room, starting to get worried. "Sorry I umm...did you have a crazy owl before?"

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-04-07 05:23 pm UTC (link)

The crazy owl was making tight little circle, flapping and jumping around to gesticulate. "Love of fuck look at me. I'm tiny! And screechy! I'm covered in feathers and my fucking legs are bent backwards!" She beat her wings with no grace and of course she couldn't instinctively fly. Because that would be convenient.

charging owl

Stopping her ranting spaz, she turned to Martin. "You." She rushed him like only a few ounces of rage and feathers could. "Magic users, save me from magic users and their handwaving bullshit! I'm not even the right bird to make this funny!" She darted about and nipped at his socks and pant hem in frustration.

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magic_hands
2013-04-07 05:54 pm UTC (link)

Oh. Well that would explain where the owl came from. Oops...he could fix this...right? Well he hoped, it'd suck to have to go to Dr. Strange for help with mistakes like this. Fortunately, he didn't understand owl, but the screeching got the point across.

"Sorry Frances...I didn't mean to! We can fix-Ah!" One of his discs popped up under him to lift him up and away from the angry and crazed former-archer that was nipping at his socks. "Hey, I said sorry! And that it'll get fixed, you won't be an owl forever." Ugh, still too much blueish smoke in the air, Martin waved his hat around to dissipate it a bit before realizing that he was sitting on a levitating disc to get away from...an owl. "Wait...can't you fly?"

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-04-07 06:20 pm UTC (link)

Seeing the little magician jump and fear her in this state was, well, satisfying in a petty way. Petty and childish, calm down he hadn't meant for it to happen. It just sucked. And Orlen would suddenly burst in and be dying of laughter any moment. She relented from her attack and stepped back, huddling into a sulky ball.

She looked up, understanding him and snorted sarcastically. 'Can't you fly?' She huffed and walked to her still-upright sofa, getting beak and talons into the throw cast on it. After rock-climbing her way up by beak and claws to the cushions, she opened her wings and ran off the couch, flapping like a spastic projectile. She landed on the ground inelegantly in a puff of dust. No.
no owl

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magic_hands
2013-04-07 06:33 pm UTC (link)

He had to admit, Frances made a very cute grumpy owl, so when she stopped attacking it was hard to keep the smile off his face. But he tried! Unfortunately her 'flying' display made that even harder and he resorted to biting his lip and trying so hard not to snicker at the poor cranky owl spazzing on descent. Tried. Because there was no way he was going to be successful at that, even when using his hat to try and hide the smile on his face.

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	hotshot_hawkeye 2013-04-07 08:16 pm UTC (link)
	Even at this angle, it wasn't hard to see how amused Martin's expression was at the whole situation. And she couldn't really blame him, it was an accident and this scene could be funny. Regardless, it was still a pain in her ass and pretty embarrassing to boot. "Freaking magic," she screed in defeat and squat down into the floor. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

magic_hands
2013-04-07 11:32 pm UTC (link)

He could tell she was very much not happy about this, so he did try to hold back the giggles still. She looked awfully cute there, the cranky owl sulking on the carpet. Martin gave her a few minutes of sulking on her own before he carefully floated over on his disc and reached out with his hat, using the brim to gently stroke her feathers. "Sorry about this Frances..."

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-04-07 11:48 pm UTC (link)

She made a prrting noise in her chest, which was apparently owl for a grumbling sigh. The hat brushed on the crown of her head and that felt weird, having feathers to pick up on touch. She caught the brim in her beak and shook it lightly like a handshake to show no hard feelings. Well, as long as there was work towards undoing it, no hard feelings. Letting go, she had a full body shake, fluffing her feathers into place before sitting down and canting her head to the side to look at him. Owls had shitty binocular vision!

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magic_hands
2013-04-08 05:04 am UTC (link)

Martin gave owl!Frances a smile at the tiny owl equivalent of a handshake, good that he seemed somewhat forgiven. "I'll fix it, you'll see. But we can't do it here, too much magic and stuff in the air right now, need to wait a bit and then try somewhere else," he explained, watching her fluff with a shake and finally letting out a giggle. What? Owls were cute. And...oooh. Associated with magic. This was very Harry Potter! But without the wands of course. He had his very own owl! This was pretty cool.

Martin grinned at her and the adorable owl stare. "What do owls eat? Maybe we can go out and find some of it? Are they like parrots who like crackers? I don't think you want to eat mice..."

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-04-09 12:04 am UTC (link)

She gave him a small 'I heard that' squint at the giggle, but let his humor slide. Thankfully she hadn't been turned into a hagfish. Martin was still very very tall, so back she went to the couch to scale up the blanket to higher ground. If she was more settled, she'd have a pirate adventure them going on as she climbed around like Errol Flynn or something Up on the arm of the couch, she was barely at his hip but better.

She leaned her head back, reproachful. What she remembered from biology, most owls ate insects and mice. And then puked the inedible bits. "I am not puking up anything without a liberal use of Yukon Jack and a mechanical bull," she warbled in irritation and tapped a talon impatiently.

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	magic_hands 2013-04-10 03:50 am UTC (link)
	He watched the little, still grouchy it seemed, owl climb up to couch to make annoyed noises and tap talons at him. Well at least he felt big in comparison to her. "I don't speak owl, sorry. Maybe we can go to our usual milkshake place and see if they have any snacks for you? I'll even only teleport partway and walk the rest of the way if you want." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

hotshot_hawkeye
2013-04-10 10:38 pm UTC (link)

Right, she can express herself but no one understands screech-screech. "Which means I can get graphically rude and not ruin innocent ears and get in trouble." She couldn't roll her eyes, so she just flopped back in drama for interpretation. Would a ice cream parlor really have owl-snacks? Pushing herself back up, she waddled over to the edge of the sofa and stuck one clawed foot for a lift up. There was no way she could keep up with legs shorter than his fingers!

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magic_hands
2013-04-11 12:13 am UTC (link)

He had a very dramatic owl here it seemed. And ice cream parlours had other stuff! Maybe a cookie for the owl? Or something? Well either way they needed to get out of the still magic-smokey room and he counted that asking for a lift as an agreement with his awesome milkshake idea.

Martin smiled happily and held out his hat for her to climb up on so he could bring it up to his shoulder for her to hop on. "Don't worry, we'll find something for you to snack on."

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-04-11 06:15 pm UTC (link)

Frances maneuvered over to the hat, pointy claws catching on the felt as she righted herself. That'll go well. Do you have banana split with extra crickets? Hopefully they'd just let it pass or Martin could up an invisibility cloak around her without having the magics mix and backfire. "Oh, sweet, maple-flavored balls of a moose, this is really high," she warbled and shuffled higher up his shoulder from the edge. Crouching a little to brace and absorb, she expected riding on someone's shoulder to be like riding a very lumbering wave.

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magic_hands
2013-04-12 01:20 am UTC (link)

"That tickles Frances," he told her with a slight giggle and scrunch of his shoulders, because the tiny talons shuffling along his shoulder and the feathers brushing against his neck now didn't help. But in a moment he conjured up a disc and teleported them to the usual alley he teleported to, to walk the rest of the way to the ice cream parlour. After all, while he didn't have a secret ID, Frances did, and he couldn't make it a point of always teleporting in front of the door when the people there knew he usually came with her. So the young mage stepped off his disc, looked both ways, then strolled onto the sidewalk, owl on his shoulder and all.

Very discrete.

"It's like Harry Potter. Except I don't have a wand and you can't fly and carry my mail," he whispered to her.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-04-12 07:12 pm UTC (link)

Frances chattered in satisfaction when she found out she still had a card up her... wing. She could give him a tickle with a fluffing up or even nip his ear if there were dire times. This she could handle. He walked through the streets, a pitching only a little from side to side, which was manageable as long as she paid attention. The expressions they got when someone noticed the fluffy tumor on his shoulder made her snicker and maybe even enjoy the good parts.

She snorted, which came out more as a tiny sneeze than a snort, and focused on carefully trying to trill-warble through the first seven notes of the movie's theme. It was shaky but at least not too tone-deaf.

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	magic_hands 2013-04-13 04:03 am UTC (link)
	For once he didn't mind people staring, because in this case they were looking at the awesomeness of the teen with an owl on his shoulder. But mainly the owl, which was better. He snickered at the owl sound effects he got. "Ooh, do another one. We'll have like theme songs while we walk!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotshot_hawkeye 2013-04-13 06:14 pm UTC (link)
	Squatting as low as possible, she went for 'ominous owl' while doing the beginning of the Imperial March for Star Wars. Which sounds foreboding except for it being on the equivalent of a tin whistle. Some of the passer-bys did a few more double takes and she tilted her head sideways in amusement to play with them. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

magic_hands
2013-04-14 05:49 am UTC (link)

Martin tried to keep his snickering under control and put on a serious expression as he marched towards the milkshake place. They certainly were quite the image.

He hummed the last few bars with her as they got to the door of the place, just as someone was leaving so he could stick his foot out and catch the door. No need for TK at least.

"Where do you want to sit?" He asked the owl on his shoulder as they entered.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-04-14 04:48 pm UTC (link)

First, she would have said to their normal spot, but that would have stupid due to her lack to cover the entrances and exits correctly. And owls had crappy sight in bright light. She bounced down his shoulder towards a more shady part of the restaurant to direct him. Once they found a table, she launched off and worked on flapping to slow down, talons first. It was a rough landing, no surprise, but she shook off to walk around the table top.

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	magic_hands 2013-04-14 08:10 pm UTC (link)
	He followed his owl's directions dutifully and went off to the table with more shade, trying not to grin too much at Frances' landing. Sliding into his seat Martin waited for the waitress and the usual menu to come. "You make a very cute owl Frances," he nodded and said quietly. "What do you want to eat? Or drink!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

hotshot_hawkeye
2013-04-14 09:24 pm UTC (link)

She gave an owlly sneeze at the praise. She was a badass markswoman and made a killer caramel brownie, she was not cute. Squawking once, she kicked herself for forgetting her voice and looked around. She didn't know pinafore, so she bounced over to the menu. Can owls drink milk? She'd really like something stiff to be honest but was certain that'd be bad too. Finding the water on the list, she started picking at it to make a point.

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magic_hands
2013-04-16 05:15 am UTC (link)

Martin decided to take the sneeze and squawk as grudging agreement because why not? She did make a cute owl. Not everyday you got an owl friend after all. Or well...turned one into an owl friend. Still, he'd fix that.

He leaned forward to see what she was pecking at. "Okay, water for you. But the waitress lady is going to get mad if you damage her menus." Though he suspected the entrance of a customer with an owl meant the waitress would be around in a moment.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-04-16 12:26 pm UTC (link)

Frances snorted again and pecked at the menu's plastic to just push the line. She walked across the menu to read the milkshakes list, stretching up tall and squatting down, trying to get her eyes to focus properly. Looked like owl aerobics.

When the waitress did come over, sweet Jesus, she was huge. Frances had gotten used to Martin but a full grown adult was practically a mammoth. She scurried to the far side of Martin from the waitress and side-eyed her fiercely, well fiercely as possible.

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