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

Entry tags:

frances barton, martin baum

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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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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magic_hands
2013-04-18 01:31 pm UTC (link)

The owl squinting and aerobics were just a tad too much, and Martin had degenerated into muffled laughter that he was trying to hide against his sleeve. What? She made an entertaining owl.

He had to try to compose himself when the waitress came, and gave the woman a friendly smile, laughter still at the edge of it. Normally Frances dealt with the ordering and the adults and stuff, she was the adult between them. Though it might've struck the woman as odd that he was there without Frances. As if the owl thing wasn't more than enough odd. Attempt at looking composed was shot the moment the tiny owl skittered to his side to use him as a barrier between her and the waitress. After some lip-biting snickering, Martin manages to actually get out an order. "We'll have...a water. And two small milkshakes! One toffee and one oreo," he said with a bright youthful smile.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-04-23 02:12 pm UTC (link)

The waitress would have said something about the bird, but this little guy was a regular and tipped well. As long as the bird didn't flap around and crap on things, she figured the management would let this slide. She wrote up the order and smirked at the dressed up kid. "Sure thing, coming up."

The Matterhorn With An Apron left and Frances came back out from behind Martin to watch her leave. She really hated being tiny. And then she turned her head up to snort at Martin for snickering, then rush over to peck and mess with one of his cuff buttons in revenge. "And I totally noticed the two milkshakes, Martin Baum. I suppose I should be grateful you didn't get the grande-size," she scolded. "I need a magician with a tummy ache and sugar high like I need a spare nostril."

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magic_hands
2013-04-24 10:39 pm UTC (link)

He beamed back, happy that Frances the owl was going to be apparently allowed to stay for a milkshake.

Martin jumped slightly at the cuff pecking and the scolding squawks. Good thing he kept his sleeves rolled up to his forearms so she wasn't pecking near the gloves. "Hey! One's for you, you know." Which she obviously couldn't drink, or at least drink all of, while an owl so he'd be very helpful and offer to help her finish it. See? Brilliant plan.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-04-25 05:50 pm UTC (link)

'One's for you, you know.' She pahhed at the bullpuck and really wished she could roll her eyes. She'd bet her favorite boots that owls were lactose intolerant, to start off the list of ways that would be wrong. And what would this body be like during a sugar rush? Small and full of frantic energy with no ability to fly. "You are fooling no one, Pip. You are opportunist and total shake-mooch, that's what."

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magic_hands
2013-05-02 01:47 am UTC (link)

He made a face at the owl and her unintelligible lecturing. He might've pointed out that she helped his opportunist streak along and was an excellent example for it, but conversation with owls were hard to hold. So defaulting to face making it was.

"Don't be like that, you still get something too you know. And then we'll go find a place to fix this. Not your place though...too much in the air and we made enough of a mess. Hmmm...oh! My room in the HQ! I can show you my room and I've got a laptop Anya gave me so you can watch stuff while I set up the spell! There's probably crackers somewhere in the kitchen I think...owls like crackers right? Like parrots?"

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-05-02 01:56 pm UTC (link)

She snorted and made a face back at him, squinting and tilting her head at an odd angle. Even stuck looking like Pigwidgeon she could out-sass a kid without trouble. Go to his place to try to fix things... It made sense, there was probably more ward to keep things from backfiring and she was sure there'd be enough new stuff to wander around and see while he untangled this spell. She was pretty certain her owliness should be offended at being compared to a parrot, so she drew herself up to an indignant height and clacked her beak at him to scoff.

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magic_hands
2013-05-02 10:12 pm UTC (link)

As hard as he tried, one really couldn't win against an owl when it came to making faces, especially not a Frances!owl. He'd concede defeat there.

"Don't worry, you're my favourite owl," he told the indignant one clacking at him as the waitress came back with their order. "Thank you," he smiled at the woman. "She says thank you too." Of course referring to his owl friend there.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-05-03 01:45 pm UTC (link)

Well, being the favorite will have to count for something, she decided and she poofed up slightly in pride as she settled into a sitting position. The Wall of Waitress came back and Frances stood her fluffy ground, if she could face off with super-powered crack-pots bent on world domination, she could stare down a waitress bearing milkshakes. Frances looked at Martin when he gestured to her and then the waitress and then to the woman, opening her wings and bowing to prove him right. What the hell, flirting never hurt a situation.

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magic_hands
2013-05-03 10:13 pm UTC (link)

He turns back to the waitress and puffs up and beams, looking a bit like a kid particularly proud of his very well trained owl. The thumbs up to Frances!owl is saved for when the lady leaves. He was pretty sure he was the coolest customer here right now, nobody could beat the hat and owl combo.

"Would you like some?" He offers some of the toffee milkshake in case but frowns when he considers that there was no real way for the little owl to have any, and probably a better idea that she doesn't. Well, this is where he'll be helpful and have both! "Hmm...okay maybe next time then actually." And the glass of water will slide over to her.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-05-04 10:46 pm UTC (link)

Frances snorts again and leans forward as if to nip his gloved thumb for the gesture, teasing him back. He is very lucky he is endearingly cute or he'd be such a dork. She circled around the two shakes, noting how things smell as an owl and then turns her head completely around to glare at him when he withdraws the shake offer. "You little cheat! You're going to sit there and drink them both with me watching!?" she cried out and marched back and forth indignantly. When he pushes the water to her, she glares back at him. Oh, joy water. Whee! She puts her head against the side of the glass and starts to push it toward Martin. Someone's getting a wet lap.

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magic_hands
2013-05-04 10:54 pm UTC (link)

He gave her a frown at the attempted nip and quickly withdrew his hand away. "Careful! It might turn you into something other than an owl," he whispers, careful to now keep his hands away from her.

Martin has to admit the full head turn was pretty neat and has a 'that's so coooool' smile on his face. Though her glaring and marching gets a dignified 'I don't know what you're talking about' sip of his milkshake from him, as if he got her point just fine. Seeing what the tiny grumpy owl was doing, Martin held up a hand as he slurped his milkshake to telekinetically push back the water glass to stop the wet lap plan. Cue amused smile from the kid.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-05-05 01:38 am UTC (link)

By the blessed fucking tits on a crossed-eyed saint, she was cockblocked in everything else in her life but she was not going to get denied something as simple as revenge. She scraawed in frustration and kept pushing, wings out for balance. Finally, sensing her lack of progress, she gave up with a grumpy noise and a fluff of feathers. And now she did want a drink of water, too.

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	magic_hands 2013-05-05 08:10 pm UTC (link)
	Martin just casually slurped his drink and kept his palm out to push back, watching the little owl scraaw and push against the glass in vain. He did try not to look too amused at his victory as he came to the bottom of his small toffee milkshake. "Did you want something Frances?" He asked innocently while resting his chin on his hands. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

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