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tabula_rasa ([info]tabula_rasa) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2013-08-24 17:47:00


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Entry tags:jenny woolverton, meme, perenawska, vincent vernard

The night the lights went out in New Orleans (Open to Champions)
Continued from here.

"Oh, I'm sure he's met you and you haven't realized it yet. Yankee Clipper makes himself at home in everyone's room. I think even Nick's if only to rub on his boots a little. He wants to make sure he'll still have somebody to feed him if I don't make it home on time."



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[info]quitethecharmer
2013-08-29 05:25 pm UTC (link)
Vincent just mumbles a response, testingly reaching out one hand towards a tendril as it whips past him. They don't seem to be inflicting physical harm, but--

What was the point of staying up so late anyway? That submission is never going to get accepted. The draft is miserable, and--

...where on Earth did that depressing thought come fr--

"Oh for pity's sake... it's a despondos wraith!" He curses under his breath. "Normally only expect to see ones this fully materialized out in Hollywood..." He turns to the girls. "Don't let it touch you if you can avoid it. These things, for lack of a better term, feed off of hopes and dreams. Even senses of things you want to get done. Some idiots with more sense than skill willingly expose themselves so they can feel better about procrastination... but let them touch you too much and you eventually lose the will to live."

He examines it cautiously as they try to give it some space. "I think I can contain it, but it's a delicate spell. Can you two keep it distracted while I run to my room? Think really hard about things you want to achieve, but don't let it make contact."

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[info]tabula_rasa
2013-08-31 11:35 pm UTC (link)
"I want to achieve it out of here. A lot." Jenny edged around the thing. "Do we have a big floor fan or something? That might get it all airy and hard to stay together."

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[info]quitethecharmer
2013-09-01 03:36 pm UTC (link)
"I... will explain later why it doesn't work like that." For goodness' sake, couldn't Nick give his teammates even a basic primer on the supernatural? Vincent was going to have to put together some reading material. "Just think determined thoughts, and don't let it touch your pet."

He runs to his room, turning the knob clockwise to reveal where he keeps his magical supplies (counter-clockwise would have simply lead to where his bed and desk were). A check of a grimoire, a rushed incantation, and an apothecary bottle with bars of iron, silver, and gold entwined around it glows brightly. He looks around the room, thinks for a moment, then snaps his fingers in realization. Another step into the hallway, jumping into his real room, and retrieving a small item, which he throws into the bottle. He hurries back down the hallway.

"So glad I got to do all this with conditioner still in my hair...."

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[info]perenawska
2013-09-02 12:17 pm UTC (link)
Irina rolled her eyes. Great. They had a pretty boy on the team. Argo, Nick and Corey each had their quirks and Irina loved them all, but none were pretty boys.

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[info]tabula_rasa
2013-09-02 02:01 pm UTC (link)
"Your hair will grow back," Jenny snapped, on edge from the thing in the room. "Get rid of it!"

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[info]quitethecharmer
2013-09-02 06:30 pm UTC (link)
"Oh like you'd be so chipper if your shower got interrupted by a wraith!" Vincent snaps back. He really is trying to be friendly, but this is just a bit much for his patience right now.

He pulls a stopper from the bottle and rushes at the wraith. It howls in rage for a moment, before something seems to catch its attention and it dives into the bottle of its own accord. Vincent seals the bottle as soon as the last raggedy wisps of energy are inside.

"There... that should do it." He looks at the girls. "These things are formed when... well, when hope dies. you tend to find them around places like Hollywood or war-zones, but I guess the end of summer must have been a little more sour for some of the college crowd than usual."

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[info]tabula_rasa
2013-09-02 10:12 pm UTC (link)
"That doesn't make a lot of sense, but okay." Jenny took a deep breath. She much preferred things she could hit. "Weird how it showed up on a night with power outages."

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[info]perenawska
2013-09-04 12:18 am UTC (link)
"New Orleans? No hope? I think someone got their places mixed up. This place is party central and everyone is happy."

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[info]quitethecharmer
2013-09-05 06:24 pm UTC (link)
Vincent looks saddened for a moment, and shakes his head. "It doesn't work like that... it's not about averaging out. It's just a numbers game. Enough people, all hoping for so much, whether success or a good time, it's just a matter of statistics that it doesn't work out for everyone. Those negative emotions build up and can eventually coalesce. It might take a week, it might take a century."

He looks at the bottle, lights dancing angrily within. His eyes settle on the material focus he'd used as bait. "This is probably at least a decade of... I don't know, collapsed summer romances, failed attempts at a music career... even something as banal as not hearing what you want from a fortune teller. All the little crushing blows that are horrible, but still part of what make life worth living."

Reality catches up with him, and he abruptly repositions the bottle to cover himself. "Ah... uhm, anyway. I'd prefer if we can avoid discussing tonight in too much detail." He starts edging back towards his room.

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[info]perenawska
2013-09-05 09:32 pm UTC (link)
"I need quite a few drinks to get this whole thing out of my mind," Irina said and started to head back downstairs. There were a few bottles of vodka down there.

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[info]tabula_rasa
2013-09-06 04:13 pm UTC (link)
"I'm going to find YC and make sure he's okay. We can forget this ever happened." Yeah, seeing a teammate naked, not fun.

Not Argo, either.

Jenny went upstairs to find her cat and reassure him that the creepy thing was gone.

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[info]quitethecharmer
2013-09-06 08:57 pm UTC (link)
Vincent excused himself to his room, putting the bottle into secure storage before finishing cleaning himself and redressing.

That draft was going to be finished, after a drink. Probably several. Possibly enough to kill a cow.

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