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goshdarnspam2011-04-05 06:31 pm
magicalworld) wrote in goshdarnspam2011-04-05 06:31 pm
C&Cversary fic
GUESS WHAT EVERYONE
As of yesterday, April the 4th, I have been in Cape and Cowl for two full years! \o/ To celebrate I want to rip off Noodles and offer to draw beautiful things for everybody!
Except I can't draw.
Like, at all.
BUT I CAN WRITE. So if anyone would like me to write a little C&C fic for them, hit me with a prompt and I'll bang something out for you! In the meantime, I give you this, originally written for Eppy's own C&Cversary.
ETA: I'm done for tonight, so no more requests!
As of yesterday, April the 4th, I have been in Cape and Cowl for two full years! \o/ To celebrate I want to rip off Noodles and offer to draw beautiful things for everybody!
Except I can't draw.
Like, at all.
BUT I CAN WRITE. So if anyone would like me to write a little C&C fic for them, hit me with a prompt and I'll bang something out for you! In the meantime, I give you this, originally written for Eppy's own C&Cversary.
ETA: I'm done for tonight, so no more requests!
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I hope the voices sound right
There was a kap-wing noise, and a rush of wind that rattled the pictures on the walls. A tiny red dot could be seen through the window of their home. It rocketed skyward, then vanished among the clouds.
“We should not have left the window open when we told him,” Pietro groaned. Angie patted his arm.
“I’ll take care of it.”
“You know he will probably have cavities? He eats too much sugar.”
“He’s a little boy. It’s what he likes.” She paused at the window, looked over her shoulder, and smiled at him. She knew Pietro wasn’t exactly stingy whenever Calvin asked for sweets. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.”
And then she was out the window and flying, soaring upwards in search of the little boy who had somehow become her and her husband’s charge. Delicate wisps of cloud started to drift by her head, and it wasn’t long before she was surrounded by damp whiteness. With her powers she didn’t even feel a chill, but she worried a little. Calvin could catch a cold if he fooled around in here for too long. The cloud was thick, and she didn’t have a way of spotting him. Fortunately, all she had to do was listen.
“Dragging me into a torture chamber to have my teeth pulled! I can’t believe it! What is this, the Middle Ages?! Are they going to strap me to a rack next and say it will help me grow?”
The boy was ranting a mile a minute while hovering, his arms crossed in front of him. He had to be cold in that red t-shirt of his. Angie waited until she was right behind him. “Maybe we should,” she teased. “You are a little short for your age, aren’t you?”
Calvin’s response was to turn, yelp, and dive. Puffs of cloud formed in his wake. Firestar was right behind him, and soon had him by the shoulders. He struggled frantically, his little legs windmilling in the air as though there was any traction to be had.
“Lemme go! I can’t be disfigured! My face is going to be on all the magazines some day!”
He really did feel chilly. Angie pulled him close and let her heat warm him. “That’s why you have to go, Calvin. If you don’t take good care of your teeth, you’ll end up with a terrible smile. You don’t want to look bad on TV, right?”
“I don’t want to get shots either!” But he was holding himself against her now.
“It’s just a checkup.” They were descending together, back towards the house. “The dentist is just going to look inside your mouth with lots of shiny metal. And then you’ll get an x-ray! We’ll show it to you so you can see your bones and everything, okay?”
“Okay...”
That was the end of it... until they got to the office at least. Then Angie had to deal with two more problems. The first was the fit Calvin threw when he saw the instruments.
The second was Pietro’s reaction to how much it was going to cost to fix all of Calvin’s cavities.
Re: I hope the voices sound right
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A fic with Calvin and new Harvey would be excellent if you are up to it. :3
Thanks Gabbie!
“Hmmm... I’m gonna guess a steamroller. No, wait. A steamroller on fire! That’s what happened, right?”
“...the coin, kid. Call the coin.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind.” It went up and came down. Calvin caught a gleam of untarnished silver when the man looked at it, just a glimpse before it went back in his pocket. “All right. Let’s talk about Harvey.”
Calvin had been wary before. The guy was scary, even aside from his face looking hamburger. Now he was downright nervous. “Harvey? Why do you want to talk about Harvey?”
There was an ugly, rough-sounding chuckle. “Remember what I said? No one knows him better than I do.”
“Why, were you his client or something? Or did he send you to jail?”
“You could say those are both true. Two truths in two questions.” Another chuckle. “Guess he raised you well.”
Calvin was frowning and backing away now. “Yeah, well that’s another truth!”
He smiled. It was not pleasant. “Did he teach you to always tell the truth?”
“Yeah, he did.” Pause. Calvin shuffled his feet and looked over his shoulder. “At least, he tried.”
“You just told the truth. Good for Harvey.” He lit up a cigarette. It took two clicks of the lighter. Then the coin came out again. “Call it.”
“Again?”
“Yeah, again. We’re doing it twice. Except this time you’re going to do as I say and call it.”
Calvin took a deep breath. “...heads.”
It went up and came down. Again, a flash of silver covered by his palm. “Hrm.” He looked down at it, then up at the boy. “All right kid, go on and get out of here.” A hand held out dollars- two of them. “Get yourself an ice cream or something.”
As Calvin snatched the bills and ran, he tried not to think about what had just happened. Or why there was something familiar in that voice, in that hand, and in that coin.
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IDK, something with Selina.
Thank you!
She had classes at the dojo today. That was fine, she liked teaching the kids. Then she was meeting Clark for lunch and an interview with one of the ‘leading citizens of the City’s Import community.’ That should have been fine- Bruce acted so damn cute whenever she flirted with Clark- but shortly after she’d made the appointment, she’d started to get the feeling that something was wrong.
It was when she looked at the rest of her schedule that it really hit her. ‘Leading citizen of the City’s Import community.’ Training with Kurt. Visit to the animal shelter. Justice League meeting- and didn’t that just blow her mind. Movies with the girls. Arguing with the girls about the Justice League. Cleaning Rasmus. Dinner with Natasha. Dinner invite from Tony- she’d have to find a suitably entertaining way to turn him down on that one. Patrol with Bruce. Other things with Bruce.
‘Leading citizen.’
Cats didn’t lead. They draped themselves in sunbeams. They wandered across streets. They did what pleased them.
She looked at the schedule in her hand for a moment, cats mewling at her feet. Then she lightly tossed it aside and went to get changed. She was going to go teach some kids how to kick, and then she had a full day ahead of her. And this pleased her.
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HOW ABOUT SOME CALVIN & NILL / KNITTING PRACTICE
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Thank you!
“This isn’t work! This is a gigantic waste of time! ARRRRRGH!” Calvin’s hands were a blur as he tore what had been a very sad beginning of a scarf into a very sad beginning of a scrap pile. “I can’t believe I’m skewering myself for this crud when I could be watching TV!”
Suddenly small, delicate hands took the remaining yarn from Calvin’s death-grip and spread it out in a frilly lap where he could see it. Nill smiled encouragingly at him as, with slow and precise movements, she showed him how to do the loops again.
“Hey, what are you doing- Oh, sure, now it’s easy for you!” Nill kept smiling. Calvin suddenly found it difficult to stay angry. He rubbed his chin as he saw the loops come together, bit by bit. “That’s how it works? Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“But I did tell you! I tried to tell you many times, with demonstrations and diagrams and a beautiful interpretive dance!” Zoidberg covered his eyes with his claws and blubbered. “Ohhhh, Zoidberg is a terrible teacher! Little Calvin’s love of knitting has been destroyed forever because of me! Ohhhohohohooooo!”
Nill smiled one more time at Calvin, then handed back his scarf before going to smile at Zoidberg.
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HAPPY 2 YEARS
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Sure you don't want a story?
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also we have like no cr which isn't fair to make you write for any of my folks 8'[
BUT THANK YOU FOR THE OFFER I APPRECIATE IT
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um and prompts uh
mall shopping with Zoro, Haruka and Himuro? <3.
Thanks Ay!
“This store looks good.” Himuro pointed at it.
Zoro’s reaction was immediate. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to go there.”
“That’s not a reason.”
“Yes it is.”
“No it’s not. Why don’t you want to go to this store?”
“I don’t like it.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
Haruka felt obligated to intervene for the sake of every living thing within a ten-kilometre radius.
“How about this store?” She said as cheerfully as possible. “I have a really good feeling about it.”
Himuro shrugged. “Sure, why not.”
Zoro’s reaction was immediate. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to go there.”
Haruka sighed. At this rate they were never going to get milk.
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And for my prompt... ssomething with Lyra and Toph?
Thank you!
Hesitantly, she knocked on the granite that had appeared over her doorway. “Toph?”
“Morning Lyra.” Her voice was not muffled by the rock, maybe because she was in control of it.
“Morning.” She paused. “Um, Toph? Why is there rock all over my room?”
“Oh, is there rock all over your room? I hadn’t noticed.” There was a note in Toph’s voice that told Lyra that her best friend was up to mischief.
“Toph, if you’re bored, this ‘ent the way to fix it,” she said.
“What’s the matter Lyra? I’m sure Awesome Force’s great leader is smart enough to get out of her own room.”
Lyra grinned, starting to enjoy the challenge in spite of herself. “All right Toph. But you’re going to regret this!”
”Lyra, don’t!” Pantalaimon protested. ”If you get her back she’ll just get you back and it’ll never stop!”
“Quiet, Pan,” Lyra said. She focused on her surroundings, trying to figure out how she could beat Toph. She didn’t seal me in completely, she thought. I’m still able to breathe. That means there’s still an opening.
First things first. Using her illusions Lyra created an enormous racket in the room. Anyone listening outside would think there was a zoo trying to put on a heavy metal concert in there, no matter how sensitive their hearing was. Lyra made sure that the illusion included lots of vibrations as well, to confuse Toph. Stretching out her hand, she felt air still flowing through the heating vent. It’s far too small for me to fit through, she thought. But Pan...
”Oh no you don’t!”
“Get in the vent Pan.”
”I can’t believe you!”
“It’s not that far!” Lyra said. “I’m sure you won’t get too dirty.”
A minute later Toph was enormously surprised when, leaning against the granite doorway, she heard Lyra’s laughter in the hall and felt Pantalaimon running past her. “Hey! No fair!” She yelled.
In a flash the rock covering Lyra’s door was flowing down the hall to create a new barrier. A moment later Toph remembered that her best friend was an illusionist and a very sneaky one at that, but then it was too late. Lyra tackled her through the open door, laughing.
“Gotcha!”
It was going to be a strange day.
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Now for my fic request. Well, I guess I'll just have to be selfish and request something with Jack and Frank. Beer could be involved along with discussion of what's best for the Red Queen maybe?
Thanks AJ!
“What the hell are you doing?” Jack did not take a seat.
“We need to talk. Sit down.”
“Don’t be stupid Frank, this place is full of cops,” Jack snapped. “You really think you can walk in here, threaten me, and then just walk out?”
“That’s the plan,” Frank said. “The way I see it, I’m already two-thirds of the way there. Sit!”
Jack sat, glaring. “What do you want?”
“We need to talk about the girl. The Red Queen.”
“Leave her out of this.” Jack narrowed his eyes.
Now it was Frank’s turn to be irritated. “That’s not what I’m talking about. You’re taking care of her now. Need to make sure you’re up to it.”
”What?”
“Tell me about the place, Bauer. What’s it like where she’s staying?”
“I’m not telling you anything about my home,” Jack growled. “It’s clean, if that’s what you mean.”
Frank’s hand didn’t waver. “Guess that’s a good start. What about bedtimes? You’re not letting her stay up too late?”
Jack’s mouth dropped open. “You have got to be kidding me.”
Frank chambered a round. “No.”
“She goes to bed at nine! Look, I already went through all this with the-“
“Nine? Nine’s too late for a girl her age. Put her to bed at seven.”
“She’s not a girl, she’s a computer system in a human body, and she hates being ‘offline’ longer than she has to. Nine is fine.”
“She’ll wear herself out. What about meals? Can you cook?”
“I’ve raised a kid before, Frank.”
“Alone?”
Jack stood up. “Get the hell out of my office.”
“Not until I’m satisfied that-“
“NOW!”
Frank stared for a moment. Then he lowered the gun. “I’ll be watching, Bauer.”
Jack stared back. “You have thirty seconds before I notify the SWAT team.”
As it turned out, Frank only needed twenty to get out of the building. This was probably related to how much the police force’s precinct security budget increased over the next few weeks.
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MARCELINE... DOING SOMETHING WITH ANYONE i certainly do not care to stifle your creativity here!
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
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