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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 3:29 pm
Bruce also took one last quick glance at Reaper, and then walked out himself, closing the door behind him.
[exit Bruce Banner to New York City]
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 7:31 pm
Reaper watched the others leave, then turned and made himself comfortable on the couch. After a few moments, he decided that sleep wasn't really what he needed. He wasn't tired. At all really. So...what to do now?
He paused a moment, then held his hand up to look at it. The skin melted away, leaving the black inky shape of a hand in it's place. A few tendrills snaked out of it, and claws formed on the tips of his fingers. Then the ink melted away too, leaving clean white bone. A moment or two later, the bone became blood stained. Another moment later, the bone became green and crystalized.
This form of the hand, Reaper stared at for quite a few moments. So the girl couldn't stand this little stone, eh? What could possibly cause such a reaction from her? The monkey said something about it being radioactive, right? Was that it? Or was it more like that one stone that nullified that spider's powers? Only this thing caused pain as well. Whatever the case...it was a definate plus, even if he couldn't hurt the girl. Could he hurt her with this? He would love to see if she bleed or not.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 7:47 pm
At about that point, Felica Hardy came out, still in her black nightgown. She looked mussed and quite sleepy. She blinked a few times at the practically empty living room, then sighed and walked into the kitchen. She'd had a bad dream... Something about her Spider being smothered in blood. Ugh. Maybe warm milk would help... though she kind of doubted it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 7:53 pm
Reaper soon noticed that the woman was up, and quickly changed his hand back to it's fleshy form. He watched her as she walked past and into the kitchen, and...it actually took him a moment to look away. A bit strange. He wasn't too terribly interested in her before. Perhaps it was the very complimenting nightgown she now wore.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 7:57 pm
Felica came back in a minute or two later, holding a mug. Still blinking sleepily, she glanced at the man on the couch. "Where did everyone go?" she asked. Probably off to save the day... This kind of thing normally didn't bother her, but... NO, it had nothing to do with the damned dream.
((Her other outfit is also complimenting. Hence Danny's fit of drooling and wolf whistling. whee ))
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 8:05 pm
"They left because they could." Reaper relied with a bit of distain in his voice. "Actually, the little wanted to go home, so they both decided to help her." he said, glancing back over at the door. Just so that he had something else to look at.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 8:09 pm
Cat grinned reflexively at the thought of the little girls. "Oh." Someone was going to get a nasty surprise out of them, and part of her wanted to be a fly on the wall when it happened. She sobered quickly, though. Everyone could leave this house except her. Even the kids. Her problem was never going to be addressed, and a large part of her wanted to just throw caution to the winds and leave. "And... No one's been back?" she asked casually, trying very hard to sound as though she didn't really care very much one way or the other.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 8:14 pm
"Nope." Reaper replied. "I've been here pretty much all day. No one's come back." he said, again sounding slightly annoyed at the fact that he was stuck in here.
Then he paused a moment, and looked back at her. Some of his other powers had arrived almost unnoticed. He wasn't really even aware that he had his 'nieces' powers...until he caught her last thought about wanting to leave.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 8:25 pm
A muscle in her jaw tightened slightly, but when she replied, her tone was carefully even. "Ah. Well... Thank you." The next second, the mug in her hand shattered. Cat stared down at her hand for a second, eyes wide, then blinked and hurried into the kitchen for a towel. Dammit, she was bleeding, too. Growling a few VERY unladylike words under her breath, she deftly wrapped the hand before it could get everywhere. She needed to get some shoes before she went back in there, or she was going to cut her feet.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 8:31 pm
"Don't bother..." Reaper called in. "Just take care of your hand."
Reaper was now sitting on the couch, rather than laying back. A shadow was streached from his feet and to the mess on the floor, encircling it and then some. Shards did have a tendancy to spray. After a moment, the shadow moved away, leaving nothing but clean, dry carpet. It moved towards and over a nearby trashcan, and a second later the pieces of the mug fell into the bag.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 8:38 pm
"... Thank you," she called back after a second of hesitation. Glancing around, she tried to locate a first aid kit... and, of course, found one right away. Smirking in spite of herself-- that was nothing if not cool-- she carefully took care of her hand. Then she got herself another mug (with tea this time), and sat down at the kitchen table. It was very hard not to just bang her head on it. How long was she going to be STUCK in this HOUSE?!? It just... It was humiliating, and BORING, and empty, and filled with stupid... obscure books, NO TELEVISION... and had she mentioned HUMILIATING?!?!?! ... Maybe she could just go back to sleep...
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 8:42 pm
"At least you'll get to leave at some point." Reaper said out lout, laying back down on the couch. "Do whatever you feel like again."
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 8:46 pm
Cat almost jumped out of her skin. Slowly, she got to her feet and moved to stand in the doorway to the living room, her mug lying forgotten on the table. Her green eyes were narrowed into slits. "Were you in my head?" she asked, her voice quiet. She HATED that. But why was she even asking? He had been, and they both knew it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 9:01 pm
Reaper glanced up at her and shrugged slightly. "That's what you're upset about, right? You're in here for a reason. Just like I am. And you can't leave until it's been taken care of. Which, with everything that's going on, could be a rather long time from now."
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 9:04 pm
"Actually," Cat all but growled, "NOW I'm upset because some guy I know nothing about has been poking around in my skull." Still... he was right. And now she was curious. The furious look in her eyes softened very slightly, and she leaned against the door frame. "... What's your reason?"
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