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
2013-04-01 12:28 am UTC (link)

The spell was great for having a warning before sudden and exuberant guests arrived, or putting them on hold as things like... pants were found.

Currently Martin was showing off the latest spells he had learnt to master, with Frances aptly oohing and ahhing, asking details just to clarify how or what was happening. She smirked and stood up, side-stepping her collection of fun reads to hunt him down some iced tea. "No milkshake, just iced tea. Sorry, Pip," she explained and put the cup down near him while nearly whacking her head on a coffee table hard cover.

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magic_hands
2013-04-01 02:29 am UTC (link)

He thought it was a silly spell still but he'd respect it. It was always good to stay in the good graces of those who bought you milkshakes.

"Thank you," he smiled and appreciated her inclusion of the straw. "Iced tea is a good break from milkshakes. Sometimes you have to drink other things or milkshakes won't be special," he explained with the sort 14 year old sagacity that was expected of his actual age.

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	hotshot_hawkeye 2013-04-01 04:04 pm UTC (link)
	"Really, I'll remember that next time you're mooching a second round from me," she replied back and smirked, curling up on the couch to return to proper audience. "Though really, mint iced tea is one of my favorite drinks. What's it mean when the floaty squiggle turns purple?" She pointed to something that looked like a Curly Cheetos until a minute ago. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

magic_hands
2013-04-02 12:00 pm UTC (link)

Martin huffed. "No no no. If you're at a milkshake place you have to have extra milkshakes! No iced tea!" Such a simple concept really, why did he need to explain?

At the mention of purple squiggles, there should be none of those, Martin turned to the offending floating bit of magic in question. "Hmm? Oh. No, that's not supposed to be there or purple! Hmm...well you see I was going to show you this transfiguration thing I finally got down but that part isn't supposed to look like that. Let me fix it," he frowned and put his hand out, focusing to put the squiggle back in its appropriate place and as the right colour. The squiggle was having no part in this and seemed to actively struggle against the young mage who poured more power into moving it. He wasn't going to let a tiny bit of a spell get the better of him, no way, so he held one hand out, trying to hold the squiggle steady as it tried to escape, and moved the other components of the spell to fit. Nothing seemed to want to go his way for some reason and in no time her living room was illuminated in blue with the amount of power he was putting to get the spell to do his bidding.

It didn't take long for the tension between the uncooperative spell and Martin's extra magic to reach a head and all at once it exploded, sparks and bolts going wild as one rather strong bolt found its way to...a certain archer on the couch.

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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!

	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)