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Trevor moved to the cabinet beside the television, slapping a hand lightly over his eyes in self-reproach. Smooth, he scolded himself silently, skimming the titles of the disk in the revealed metal rack. He hadn't meant to make the implication that had embarrassed Erin, but continuing mutation wasn't the only part of his physiology he was still learning to master. Looking over the graphic horror titles, he winced. "Not sure these are..." he called into the kitchen, trailing off. "How do you feel about animation?"
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"Natural order must be respected," Trevor nodded sagely as the books were set away. At Erin's question, he paused for a beat, then another, his expression schooled into careful neutrality. "Could... see if they have any other movies?" he suggested carefully, shifting his weight to the hand closer to her as he used the other to rub the back of his hair, resisting the urge to clear his throat conspicuously.
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Opening the door, Midnight stepped out into the hallway. Still wearing his featureless mask and fedora, he'd opted for a matte black coat of a slightly more formal cut than his usual, custom motorcycle jacket. A touch longer, it resembled a high collared dress uniform, though bereft of insignia or ornamentation. Adjusting the cuffs over his matching black gloves, the imposing figure tilted his head slightly to one side in a gesture Erin had come to associate with a small, lopsided smile. "Ready. Hair looks nice."
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"Radiant," Trevor agreed smoothly, a small smile pulling upward on the corner of his mouth as he leaned backward slightly, supporting himself with his hands. "Well. Monday. That's ages away." It might have been the brief doze or the instant coffee that was burning through his accumulated exhaustion, but the young man had to privately admit that there was probably another explanation for his second wind.
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Furrowing his brow as he did his best to recall the previous year's classes, flipping through the textbook to refresh his memory, Trevor pointed out a couple of minor errors and recounted a mnemonic device he'd found helpful. Turning his head slightly, he was surprised to see how close Erin had moved while his attention was elsewhere, though he didn't flinch backward. "Seem... distracted..." he noted softly, unconsciously tracing the curve of her auburn hair with his eyes.
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"Five bucks says the fairy tale characters have literally leapt off the page," Jack suggested dramatically, leaning against the kitchen counter next to his sister and crossing his arms, "and even now are planning their revenge on the real world." Turning away from Eli's comical expression with a good natured eyeroll, Jill gave her brother a flat look. "Do I even want to ask?" "Well, none of the other theories involve anything trying to kill us. That doesn't seem very likely," the swashbuckler pointed out.
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[Interceptors] Zombie Powder is a Helluva Drug [OOC]
Gizmo replied to Dr Archeville's topic in Archives
Initiative. (1d20+9=20) Incidentally, any sign of that specific magic type the hunter left behind at the fire? -
[Interceptors] Zombie Powder is a Helluva Drug [OOC]
Gizmo replied to Dr Archeville's topic in Archives
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"First," Trevor noted solemnly as he draped his free arm over Erin's shoulders, "not going to fail, because you're brilliant. Second, may not be my grandfather, but hopefully picked up something." Taking another sip from the mug, he set it aside with a barely suppressed wince and turned his attention back to the books. His personal inclinations weren't toward chemistry, but balancing the formulas was not dissimilar to the sort of engineering mathematics he was more familiar with, at least in theory.
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Cracking his neck to one side, Trevor stood slowly to his feet and smiled, retrieving the mug. "Ha. Girlfriend coffee. Best," he managed semi-coherently between partially suppressed yawns as he sat down next to her on the floor, careful not to disturb her work as he gave her a brief kiss on the forehead. An experimental sip determined that the coffee was in fact genuinely horrible, but his sentiment remained unchanged. "Working on?" he murmured, taking a longer pull from the mug.
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Trevor relaxed into the couch as he listened contemplatively to Erin's voice over the monitor, stifling a yawn. Rubbing his eyes, he did a few quick mental calculations, confirming that he was pushing even his impressive, caffeine-fueled youthful endurance. Shifting slightly from his seated position, the young man brought his knees up onto the cushions and placed a hand over his eyes, idly humming along to the lullaby in a soft, breathy murmur.
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Trevor's stoic demeanor split slightly into a light grin. "Heh. Well, yes. The company does make all the difference." Deftly taking the empty bottle from her, he set it on a nearby table, reflexively making sure that it wasn't going to leave a ring on the glass. "How's he doing?" he asked Erin, observing the infant curiously. The young man wasn't particularly familiar with childcare as a rule, although his grandfather had made a point of teaching him the main points involved in delivering a baby, noting that it was simply one of those skill which inevitably proved itself useful.
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The only visiting student with a room to himself, Midnight stood in the doorway to the palatial suite for a few beats. Even with his familiarity with posh decor, the young man was a bit taken aback, setting his two duffel bags down lightly to one side of the door. Only one of them actually contained clothing for the trip, neatly folded for maximum efficiency. The other was stuffed with a variety of gadgets, tools and half-built experiments which might, with varying degrees of likelihood, come in handy. He's brought along another piece of luggage, but that would stay with the royal jet unless needed. Stepping forward, the masked youth noted the black silk bedding which didn't quite match the rest of the room's decorating scheme; a courtesy, he assumed, harkening back to the relationship between the original Midnight and M'Balla's grandfather. Sitting lightly on the edge of the massive bed, he glanced about in silence before folding his legs up under him and waiting to be called upon.
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"A little," Trevor admitted with a subdued shrug. "Touched on a lot of formal dances. The swing was out of school, though." He paused briefly, considering. He wasn't sure if the reference to her life prior to coming to Earth-Prime was something he should comment on or not; ultimately he opted, as usual, for silence. "The slower dances are fairly dull without the right partner, frankly."
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Jill took a seat at the kitchen counter and nodded benevolently to Lynn, giving the shapeshifter a florid wave. "We are pleased to visit your quaint, backward nation, hem hem." The coltish teen gave the leather bound book an appraising look before turning her attention to Talya. "So, when you say 'found'..." "Quiet, hermanita," Jack instructed with a light, glancing cuff that ruffled the younger sibling's hair. "The grown ups are talking." Glaring at him as she fixed her hair once again, Jill countered, "I'm just saying there's a double standard here." "Yeah, but it's not polite to make a thing about it. So, what the deal with the book, 'Shelly?" the fencer asked. Rolling her eyes again, the young woman crossed her arms in annoyance before noticing Eli's unusually reserved behaviour at the sink. Catching the speedster's eye, she gave him a silent, questioning look.
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Leaning back, Trevor placed his arm across Erin's shoulders as she shifted her weight against him, though he was careful to keep his hand out of the infant's limited reach. His expression suggested he was skeptical of the concept of babies performing gymnastics, but he refrained from comment. "Mostly my grandfather. He was limber enough to do some basic stuff with me when I was younger, then coach when I got older." He tilted his head slightly, recollecting. "Took lessons for the dancing, though, and joined a gym for a while since the Manor's not really set up for that kind of workout. More boxing and weightlifting equipment there."
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Trevor followed Erin into the next room unhurriedly, evidently indifferent to the luxurious decor and electronics. Sitting down on the couch and taking a moment to adjust to the surprising amount of give in the cushions, the lean youth raised an eyebrow slightly. "I have no idea what... 'gymboree' is," he admitted, "but caution seems wise." The appraising look he gave the baby was a balanced mixture of muted suspicion and dry amusement.
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"Good at it," Trevor told her mildly, though the subtext of her ruminations was not lost on him. Leaning over Erin's shoulder slightly, he addressed the fanged infant. "My blood is full of concentrated particulates kept under extreme pressure to be released through my pores as an aerosol, JJ," he solemnly informed the dhampir. Meeting the child's eye squarely with his own onyx and crimson orbs, he used exactly the same manner he would have when speaking to a adult. "It would be like drinking a lit cigarette."
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"Mmm," Trevor murmured softly next to her, watching the Faretti's leave, agreeing, "An... odd conversation." It was only a matter of time until he encountered Avenger in a more professional capacity; the young man wasn't sure how he expected that to go. He turned his gaze down to the tiny form in Erin's arms as she shifted her weight easily back and forth, his expression contemplative as he removed his sunglasses and tucked them away. "New side of you," he noted thoughtfully.
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Midnight cast a casual glance at his teammates through the red tinted lenses of his mask. It wasn't often that this side of his life afforded him a chance to utilize that particular facet of his skill set, but he was certainly capable in a ballroom, and could personally attest that Erin was a quick study. Alex and Mike could literally be as light on their feet at they pleased and the black clad youth assumed that Mark would, as usual, have no difficulty, particularly if the Agriculture Council member turned out to enjoy dancing herself. "We manage," he assured M'Balla in a dry deadpan through his vocal filter.
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Another blow silenced the cult leader's croaking protests as Midnight turned his attention to the massive beast. His thought process accelerated even as his perception seemed to slow, tactical decisions made more quickly than the thoughts could be formed into words. He pushed himself backward even as the chimera pounced, sliding along the rocky floor in the three point crouch before leaping upward, erupting from the edge of the inky black cloud training smoke like a demon appearing from sulfur and brimstone, candlelight reflecting dimly off of the silver knuckleduster on his raised fist in the split second before it came crashing down squarely between the monster's curling horns. The young man used the force of the blow to propel himself back into the air and over the chimera's back, landing smoothly behind it. Violently crossing and uncrossing his forearms before him, he released a pair of long, thin blades which immediately snapped into segmented hooks at his practiced movement, sliding further out of his coat's sleeves to reveal twin chains. At once he was moving again, spinning in a tightly controlled whirlwind of slicing attacks that bit at the enraged beast's scaly limbs and fur covered back.
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"Perdón, hermosa," Jack apologized calmly, his arm unnervingly steady as he continued to hold the tip of his black-purple energy blade mere millimeters from the remaining soldier's throat. "I get excitable, is all." As much as he didn't mind showing off in front of Bombshell, the truth was that the swordsman adopted a coolly professional technique when it came time to actually trade blows, and speed had been of the essence. "The lady's going to ask you some questions, pal; I probably don't have to explain why you ought to answer them, right?"
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Midnight had already finished fastening his all-concealing, featureless mask before M'Balla had finished answering Mark's question. Regardless of the dress code, he wasn't about to attend a royal gathering without it. There'd been little point to obscuring his true identity up to that point; even if Summer hadn't surely given the king a dossier on the attending student he hadn't met in person, the first hero to bear the name of Midnight had maintained a good working relationship with the White Lion of his own time after meeting in the process of foiling an attempt to smuggle advanced Dakanan technology to the Axis forces. Fortunately, the decision to go with full uniforms would make the black glad young man considerably less conspicuous.
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"Ah, but Mr. Danger's reputation was built on always having the most stunning date in the room," Jack observed with a courtly gesture. "You might say he's a personal hero of mine." Behind him, Jill made a oft sound that indicated some mixture of disdain and nausea. "Make him stop, Lynn," she pleaded dryly as the shapeshifter appeared next to her. Her brother, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow briefly, momentarily surprised that he hadn't felt the familiar tingle of Grimalkin's glamour until she revealed herself.
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"Vince is good people," Jill agreed, a surprising amount of respect in her tone as a broad grin spread across her face. "It takes a special kind of crazy to keep that loony bin in line, that's for sure." Finishing her breakfast, the teen placed her knife and fork neatly next to each other on the empty plate. "He's more of less in charge of everything over there, which makes sense, given some of the alternate leadership choices."