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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magic_hands
2013-05-20 12:03 am UTC (link)

Martin half watched the show with amusement while he got the giant spellbook out of his hat and found the right spell before he began to fish materials to use. He had to stop watching the owl trying to take flight in order to concentrate on spell prep. He'd specifically picked one more suited to his...limitations, after all, power control was not his forte. But the great thing about doing magic was that there was a variety of ways to do the same thing, and this one didn't require too precise power control as long as he did the prep exactly right. So Martin got to work tracing runes and seals into his floor with the utmost concentration, tongue peaking out at times as a result of it. It was a good while before he'd finished, but when he was done, he sat back and sighed in relief while he stretched out his legs. So far so good.

He grinned over at owlFrances and tapped the center circle with his hat. "Hop in! I got it ready! It'll work, you'll see." Except of course he hadn't ever done this spell on a former human before. Turning things back to tables was easier than people but...same principle. So it should work. Well, he had to do his best, he didn't want to have to go to Dr. Strange with this.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-05-20 07:02 pm UTC (link)

Frances was pretty proud of herself; in the time it took for Martin to feng his shui into the right alignments, she had figured out how to flap to carry on without stalling and to land more like she knew what she was doing than trusting the mattress to be soft. Her flights may not be too long but it was progress and mission accomplished.

He seemed ready to start, pointing to the circle. All she could tell was the design was kind of pretty. She fluttered down from the bed to the floor and walked over, eyeing him once more. Well, there was only one thing to do, wasn't it? Careful with her tail and claws, she walked across the design without messing it up or weakening the lines. Finding the center, she sat down and hooed at him.

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magic_hands
2013-05-21 12:19 am UTC (link)

He grinned in response and put his hat back on. "Lucky hat on! Let's go!" Sure he'd miss her as an owl, it was sort of fun, but as a one-off adventure. First he opened the door to float the few stuff he had in the place, just the laptop and books really, out of the room, and then shut the door again. He then placed his gloved hands in the middle of two circles that came off one of the outer rings from the one she was standing in.

The best analogy he could think of for how he'd set the spell up was like filling a cup. The prep work was building the cup, and he had to do that right, make sure it was the right size, no leaks, etc. This part was just filling with the appropriate amount of power. It shouldn't be too bad, at least he hoped. He hadn't actually ever really done this spell before. As his hands began to glow their familiar blue, the lines too began to glow, brighter and brighter until tendrils of magic sprang forth from the design to spring upon the little owl. So far so good, until he felt part of the spell give way and some of the magic was beginning to get out of control. He tried to pour more power in to make up for the escaping magic but it was backfiring. Why weren't things working for him?!

There was a moment of panic as it felt like there was far too much magic going into this now and erupting. Unfortunately that moment of panic was enough to make his gloves gush even more magic, again far more than needed, just to make things worse. It was just a vicious cycle and he tried to stay calm and reign things in, redirecting all that extra magic to the one thing it'd have the hardest thing affecting. Himself.

Suddenly the room exploded with magics, a boom loud enough to be heard throughout the whole HQ if it hadn't already shook the building, threatening to blow down the walls of his room. Luckily they stood, though as the smoke began to clear and the lights flickered back on, it actually seemed that the spell was a success. In place of the owl was a perfectly normal, okay as normal as Frances could ever be, and fully clothed archer in the middle of the design.

Except there was no sign of the young mage. Only his lucky magic hat was on the floor where he had been.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-05-21 05:08 pm UTC (link)

Thank God for remembering the clothes. That had been a worry of hers.

She blinked and stood up from her crouched position, wincing when her joints remember which direction they should go. She was way too pins and needles-y at the moment but she could see her hands and body and it sans feathers. "Martin, I think it worked- hey even my voice is back!" she wanted to cheer but then sat back down because whooo blood rush, body not used to that height without a shoulder to perch on.

"Martin?" she asked and looked around, even up. "Pip?" She waited in case he was incorporeal and then spied his hat. "Oh no." Please let my gut be wrong, she thought and carefully reached out to gingerly lift his magic hat.

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	magic_hands 2013-05-21 09:07 pm UTC (link)
	And under the hat was the sulkiest little white bunny ever, clearly pouting at the circumstances. This was just the worst. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

hotshot_hawkeye
2013-05-22 12:42 am UTC (link)

"Oh Martin," she groaned and put the hat to the side while crouching in front of the angry bunny. Actually it was pretty cute and little and the fact it was sulking as loud as possible made it even better. Still, this didn't feel like a step forward for their troubles. "I thought the point was to take the spell off of me, not transfer it onto you." She sighed and stuck her hand out for the bunny to come close to. "I mean, you're the magic person, what am I supposed to do with a bunny?"

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magic_hands
2013-05-22 12:53 am UTC (link)

The sulking bunny didn't move towards the hand for a while, just stayed in place glaring at the world. The spell should wear off, he was pretty sure. It took a lot more magic to affect a sorcerer, especially with one's own magic. So while he'd put enough power into this that it had actually resulted in bunny!him, it should wear off soon. He was pretty sure...

The bunny finally shuffled forward, burying his face into her hand. Whether this was nuzzling or a facepalm wasn't clear though.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-05-22 03:01 pm UTC (link)

Frances went with a facepalm, because she was 90% sure that's what he wanted to do but lacked the required palm to do it himself. She kept from smiling too much, she knew it'd be irritating to be considered adorable in this predicament (he still was). Sighing, she sat there and looked around as rabbit had an inner screaming fit and looked around. "I suppose that me cleaning this up would only lead to more trouble. And I'm sure Orlen'd be fine with swinging by, but it'd suck to have him fix this," she reasoned out loud. "Could go to the kitchen, scope out the veggie crisper."

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	magic_hands 2013-05-22 11:33 pm UTC (link)
	Martin just sat, still sulking over this. His ears twitched when he heard about Orlen and he shook his bunny head vehemently. No Orlen! But the food sounded like an okay idea. Rabbits at least ate less gross things than owls. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

hotshot_hawkeye
2013-05-23 12:26 am UTC (link)

Well that got his attention, and she smirked. Of course he wouldn't want the other sorcerers to know, so as long as this didn't linger too long, she'd keep her mouth shut. She stood up and took the hat, gesturing to his door to the kitchen he has shown. He could try hopping along, safer here than out on the streets. "Come on, I'm sure there's some carrots and lettuce in there. And something to made a sandwich for me."

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magic_hands
2013-05-23 01:08 am UTC (link)

He shuffled along a bit, not used to the tiny legs before sitting back down and wiggling his tail, preparing to trying jumping. That's what bunnies did right? Jump places? Tensing his hind legs first, he then pushed off, going a bit higher and farther than he'd intended, and barely making the landing. He'd actually overbalanced and ended up falling on his face. Oh this was not fun at all. He frowned up at humongous Frances and tried hopping along after her, a few more faceplants later and he was getting the hang of it.

Except she was way too tall! And had really really long legs! How was he supposed to catch up?! After a few hops after her, he stopped in the middle of the hallways and glared, then sat down and sulked again. This was just not going his way today.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-05-23 01:17 am UTC (link)

She turned around when the skitter skitter stopped and smirked at him. "Sucks, doesn't it?" she asked without expecting an answer and came back. While he had willingly put his face in her palm in frustration, she wasn't certain how he'd feel about being picked up or carried when he didn't do much touching as a human. It might freak him out too much to be worth it. So she stuck out the hat for him to climb into. "Come on, Pip. I'll hold it sideways too, just to be safe."

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magic_hands
2013-05-23 01:30 am UTC (link)

Hmph! Cue bunny glare again. At her and then the hat as he tried to decide. But hat rides would be better than trying to keep up with her, so he bobbed his head slightly and tried to climb on. It was a fumbled attempt because he didn't quite have a concept of how far his tiny feet could reach, and he slipped a few times on the climb to the top of the hat. On his last attempt he looked up at her, twitched his nose in a determined manner and turned around to get a running start then scramble up the hat.

Success! Now...not to fall off.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-05-24 12:41 am UTC (link)

She just smirked and waited for him to make the decision. It was reasonable too, ride with her to tiredly hop into the kitchen once she had time to set out the food. He chose the faster of the two choices and she held the hat still for him to... hoist himself into the hat like someone beaching themselves out of a pool. She put the hat under her arm like a football, with him pointed forward, and started walking back the way he had shown. Finding the kitchen, she put the hat on the dining island (health code, yo know) and stuck her head in the fridge to look for food. "I've got carrots and lettuce, so you won't die of starvation, Pip."

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	magic_hands 2013-05-24 11:20 pm UTC (link)
	Martin crouched low on the hat and lowered his ears as she tucked it under her arm. This was sort of fun! Like flying a little. Vroooom! He stayed atop the hat and craned his neck to try and see what sort of food she was getting. Lettuce? Who ate lettuce? No no! Ice cream. He shook his head and tried up slightly to indicate she should look up in the freezer. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotshot_hawkeye 2013-05-25 01:09 am UTC (link)
	She looked over her shoulder at the scrabbling and silent fussing and pursed her lips. "You are a rabbit. Rabbit's are vegetarians. They like lettuce and crudities." Pulling out the stuff from the crisper, she washed up a few carrots, lettuce leaves, sprouts. At least there were options. "Who drank TWO milkshakes while a poor owl just had water? Suck it up, Pip." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	magic_hands 2013-05-26 10:57 pm UTC (link)
	Well it wasn't his fault owls couldn't have milkshakes! He offered to share! And no way could he like lettuce. Why could he have something that tasted good? The bunny absolutely pouted and went back to a sulking glares. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

hotshot_hawkeye
2013-05-27 10:36 pm UTC (link)

She propped her chin on her wrist on the counter-top, lifting an eyebrow. A rabbit that won't touch vegetables, imagine that. "You can't sulk it into tasting better. I would be chomping on celery twenty-four seven if that were possible." With a smirk, she wiggled the lettuce leaf at him, you know, to tempt him. "Now come on, Pip. How do you know you like it if you don't try it?"

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magic_hands
2013-05-28 03:32 pm UTC (link)

There was no move from the sulking glare in the face of a lettuce leaf dangling in front of him. At least for a good minute. Then there was something akin to a bunny grumble as he leaned forward to sniff it. Hopping was tiring work okay? He was a bit hungry and the mean ol' archer wasn't going to give him real food. So he took an experimental nibble.

It needed caesar salad sauce. And cheese. Could he have a crouton instead actually?

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-05-30 12:18 am UTC (link)

She sighed and put the lettuce back down with the other crudities so she could make herself something to eat. Because throwing yourself off of pillows and gesticulating burned calories. She fished out the honey and banana with the bread and peanut butter, making herself some nice sandwiches and a glass of milk. She was so glad she didn't have to consider pellets anymore.

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magic_hands
2013-05-30 06:12 am UTC (link)

That catches his interest, and he half stumbles and half jumps off his hat to get a closer look at what she's making. Oh good, sweet stuff. Much better than lettuce. But he sits down like a good little rabbit, seeming to be content to watch this process. That is, of course, until she turns away to grab something from the fridge again and he takes his chance to nibble at a now unpeeled banana.

Much better than lettuce.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-05-31 02:44 pm UTC (link)

She finished putting the milk away to see the Martin mooching off the remains of the banana. "Hey! I'm pretty damn sure there are no bananas in the rabbit's environment," she scolded, but it wasn't like she was going to take the banana with his bite marks in it. "You become sick and malnourshed, not my fault." She picked up her food and rink and put it further from him to eat. Spoiled magicians.

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magic_hands
2013-06-01 01:24 am UTC (link)

He twitched his nose at her in response as if to say Well now they are! Well if she was going to be selfish with the sandwiches then he'd just find something else to occupy himself with. So the magic bunny decides to try hopping around the kitchen island. He'd of course intended that to mean hopping along the edge of the island and not well...on the floor. But one mis-hop at the corner and he slips off.

The little eep! sound made was almost worthy of a looney toons short.

There was a flash of blue and suddenly Martin the bunny was underfoot, looking quite shocked at this turn of events. He froze, looked up at gigantic Frances, then to the island and back to where he was now.

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Oh perfect! He needed to figure out how to do that again!

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-06-01 10:22 pm UTC (link)

She pointedly ignored him as she ate, though keeping a discreet eye on the wandering bunny. After all, it looked like his hopping needed some practice and she had had enough time to learn how to fall with intention as an owl. However, he hugged an edge too close and suddenly vanished.

"Martin!?" she yelped and lunged around the corner, bracing for broken legs, or god help her, his spine. Around the corner, he bounced around and looked at her with wide bunny eyes. "I'm naming my ulcer after you," she announced and simply thumped her head against the counter.

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	magic_hands 2013-06-01 11:18 pm UTC (link)
	Having no idea what an ulcer was, and not really caring at the moment, Martin!bunny nudged her leg to regain her attention and get her head off the counter. She had more important things to do. Like help him do that again! He hopped from foot to foot and tried nodding up to indicate he wanted back on the counter. He had to try that again! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)