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
2013-05-27 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)

hotshot_hawkeye
2013-06-03 01:17 am UTC (link)

She felt the soft warmness and cracked open one tired eye to look down as her personal chaotic source. "That's a very cute dance, should I put on some music for you? You seem a Panic at the Disco kind of bunny." Watching for a few more moments, she reached down to help, offering a palm to get himself back up. "Please don't crack your skull, Pip, I don't need your team trying to kill me for letting you die."

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	magic_hands 2013-06-03 04:05 am UTC (link)
	Oh Fiiiiiiiine. Martin twitched an ear at the direction of the kitchen entrance, where the rec room wasn't far away. There'd be armchairs for him to jump off of and cushions to land on in case then. Sheesh. He scurried onto her palm and kept trying to nod in the direction of the rec room to pass on the message. Hurry hurry! What was taking so long?! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotshot_hawkeye 2013-06-04 12:53 am UTC (link)
	She finished her sandwich while he pantomimed and aimed the two of them. Apparently he was late for Adventure Time or something. Smirking at her passenger, she suddenly jerked forward slowly towards where he was pointing. "Oh noes...Caught.... in.... magical.... time bubble..." she explained and slo-mo walked forward with bunny in hand. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	magic_hands 2013-06-05 04:47 am UTC (link)
	What?! No no no! Whhhhhhhy? She was supposed to go faster not slower! And magic time bubble?! HE made the magic time bubbles around here! And there were none right now! Archers sucked! Which was the cue for the dramatic bunny flop in her hand. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

hotshot_hawkeye
2013-06-05 11:49 pm UTC (link)

Frances fought down the urge to laugh at the utter turmoil and despair emanating from her little companion. It was such a tough life to be a bunny. After a moment or two more of being stuck in time, she picked up the pace and leisurely strolled to their destination. Knocking, she opened the door to the dark room, lights coming on at the motion. "Alright, here we are Cottontail."

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	magic_hands 2013-06-07 05:26 am UTC (link)
	The bunny in her hand stayed in his flopped state on his back and just turned his head away from her. Hmph! She wouldn't be forgiven that easily! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

hotshot_hawkeye
2013-06-08 08:25 pm UTC (link)

Frances wiggled her hand under the sullen cargo, making him kind of involuntarily dance because of it. She spied the pool table and since she needed both hands to play that, she gently dropped the boneless bunny off on a nearby couch where she could see him. Picking up a cue and checking the curve, she aimed and broke the racked set, playing 'who can out-ignore the other' with Martin. And she had a decade of experience on him.

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magic_hands
2013-06-10 03:00 am UTC (link)

He landed with a flop onto a cushion and glared at her retreating for before huffing and scrambling up the couch arm to get some height. Cue bouncing off now to try and repeat that teleporting hop from before. It took a few tries, and some very ungraceful landings, before he figured out how to do it on cue. Magic in rabbit form was very different.

He eyed the archer playing pool across the rec room and wondered if he could teleport in that direction. Looking from the couch to the floor he figured there was only one way to find out. Jump!

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Flash of blue and the magic bunny skidded to a decent landing not far from the pool table, which meant scurrying away from her line of sight because he was an unhappy bunny. Now...last teleporting hop. 3...2...1...hop!

And the pool table would have a new player, landing just behind the white cue ball that had rolled to a stop. Perfect! Martin nudged and chased the cue ball into the corner pocket, where he promptly sat facing the hole, guarding it from archers, with his back to her and his fluffy tail doing a victorious 'take that!' twitch.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-06-11 03:15 pm UTC (link)

She could hear the thumps and puff of him working out his magic, checking over the couch every now and then to be sure he didn't poof himself in a Klien bunny or something terrible. It wasn't like she was terribly graceful about her own practice when she was feathery.

Picking off stripes with two rebounds each, she jumped a bit when a second white body appearing the game and then stole her cue ball. She lifted an amused eyebrow at the game sabotage and then cold shoulder treatment at the top of his fuzzy lungs. "I have a six foot long bunny poking stick, you know," she pointed out before doing just that, lightly prodding his rump and leaving a little blue chalk-crescent while she was at it.

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magic_hands
2013-06-11 04:23 pm UTC (link)

Well so wha-eep! The nudge had him scrambling, trying not to fall into the pocket, which he unfortunately did, with a rather ungraceful flop.

Cue bunny grumbling as he peeked his head out to look around and bunny glare at the archer. Well, he'd just stake his claim on her cue ball then! Martin curled up on top of the white ball, which matched his fur so well, and sulked while guarding it.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-06-12 04:00 pm UTC (link)

That wasn't fair, she had to laugh; hand over her mouth, she chuckled and strolled around to the other side of the table. "Look at that, a pocket bunny," she announced and squatted to be eye to eye with Martin. Smiling sympathetically, she gently pet his head like ruffling his hair for a bit. "It's so hard to be Martin, isn't it? No upper body strength in rabbit-mode. Alright, up comes the bun." Holding the bottom of the pocket, she pushed up to pop him out and free the cue ball to.

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magic_hands
2013-06-14 10:05 pm UTC (link)

He certainly didn't look very happy, and sat there sulking as he put up with the petting. Yes it was hard to be Martin! Look at him! He was a bunny! Hmph. Some people...

There was a something akin to a slight squeak as he was taken be surprise and popped out of the pocket. A little scrambling to get on his feet properly, before he shuffled around to twitch an ear at her and both convey annoyance and a thank you for getting him out of there. This did not mean her cue ball would be safe for long though.

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-06-16 01:36 am UTC (link)

She smirked at him once he scrambled out of the way and the cue ball was freed from the pocket. With a finger, she rolled the ball this way and that on the green felt between her and the grumpy fluff. "So, as fun as this is, ball-napper, how are we supposed to fix it when the primary magic-user is occupied? As cute as you are, I don't want to explain to your peers why there's a top hat blindly scootling towards Martin's room."

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magic_hands
2013-06-16 06:04 pm UTC (link)

Martin scratched his ear as he thought. The spell should wear off he figured, but how could he help that along? Hmm...

Speaking of...where was his hat? The bunny's head whipped around to look for it and he turned back to Frances, twitching his ears and trying to scratch his head more to try and indicate 'hat!'. It was a little difficult though. Though as he did so, tiny wisps of blue smoke began coming off the bunny. Good! It meant it was wearing off.

Now...to get the archer to understand his bunny sign language. Hat!

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	hotshot_hawkeye 2013-06-17 08:16 pm UTC (link)
	Whatever could he be indicating, thing on top on of his head that wasn't there at the moment? She rolled her eyes dramatically and headed back to the kitchen. "Alright, alright, you can have your hat. See? I didn't do anything to it," she pointed out and put it on the felt next to him. "It's not your size, you know. Not even those ears will prop it up." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

magic_hands
2013-06-17 10:19 pm UTC (link)

Great, bunny sign language was understood! One hurdle down!

He twitched his nose at her in response and scurried over to his hat, sniffing it and running around it to be sure it was still fine. More blue smoke came off him and he nuzzled his fur against the hat, almost trying to rub off the smoke with the hat. Well he wanted to get rid of the excess magic fast, and his lucky magic hat was actually magic and served not just as storage but to help him catch and absorb any accidental sparks of magic that his gloves let out here and there.

There was a good minute of the tiny bunny scurrying around his hat and rubbing against it until there was a good cloud of blue smoke around him. Then, just as it looked like he was going to go around again, there was a resounding BANG and the young mage popped up mid-air just above the edge of the pool table, and landed on it, slipping off and hitting the floor with a very loud thud.

"...ow."

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hotshot_hawkeye
2013-06-18 11:24 pm UTC (link)

Looks like she guessed right, the way he paced around it to check for damage or something. She noticed the smoke and self-preservation told her to back up a few feet, because that wasn't good. Squinting suspiciously at the Rub-on-the-Hat dance, she was about to ask what he was doing when -BANG- and she jumped for the couch.

"Martin?" she asked around a couch-arm, looking at a pile of human legs sticking out from behind the table's. "You dead?"