For Science!

What fandoms do you write?

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Er, just ask. If I don't write that, I will tell you to pick again XD

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Um... Still doing DP stuff? That's probably about the only I'm familiar with that you like. orz

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Well, I do. But are you sure you don't want something else? Just because I'm totally unfamiliar with a fandom is no reason not to write in it.

Either way, I need a prompt XD

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Well, if you'd like to give it a try. XD

Flash Thompson and Peter Parker from Spectacular Spiderman (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Spectacular_Spider-Man_(TV_series)). And for a prompt, um... Close calls?

If not, then Kwan with either Dash or Vlad, and a prompt of Mistakes?

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Okay, so. Having spent the last week or so watching Spectacular Spiderman (in between playing WoW and hauling my flesh-body out of bed in the morning), I may have managed a grip on the characters.

We'll see.

***

Then:

"Aww, come on!"

"No," said Peter. "You'll ruin it."

"Will not."

"It's a secret!"

"Best friends tell each other everything. No secrets."

Peter wavered visibly, and Flash pushed the advantage.

"And you promised, too? Best friends."

"Okay," said Peter. "After school."

Later, ensconced in the linen closet, hiding behind stacks of floral-scented sheets, Peter said, "But it's a secret, just between us." Peter had his backpack between them, and Flash watched in fascination as the small plastic container was removed. He tilted the flashlight to see better.

The spider, huge and furry and as big across as his hand, started at the light.

"Cool!"

"But you can't tell, okay?" reminded Peter. "'Cause if Aunt May finds out, she'll take him away."

Flash nodded. This was a cool secret.

Now:

"Hey, everybody! Parker's in the closet!"

The assembled bullies laughed appreciatively, and, thankfully, failed to notice his hastily-donned shirt or his lack of shoes.

"Sure you don't have anything to tell us, Parker?"

Peter sighed. If they'd opened the door a moment earlier, they'd have found out about Spider-man. Now all he had to worry about was a bit of harassing. Which was annoying, but . . .

"A secret, maybe?"

You have no idea, thought Peter, but said, "Yeah, here's a secret. Closets, especially ones that go all the way through to the girls' side, are great places to make out."

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XD Nice~

I swear there's UST between Peter and Flash. -runs away-

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Erza/Tanarill duel

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I have no idea why they are fighting.
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"The problem with your style of fighting," said Heres Tanarill, as she dodged another attack, "is that it's too varied." Their swords met, and a jarring bolt of lightning went up Heres' and down Erza's.

"Says the one . . . using at least . . . eight different . . . styles," said Erza, breathing heavily, as the came to a stop in a defensive crouch.

She wasn't breathing heavily, of course. She wasn't breathing at all.

"Well, yes," said Heres Tanarill. This sword wasn't Eska; it was just a piece of metal, long and slightly curved at the end. She braced for an attack.

It was not long in coming.

"Although," continued Heres Tanarill, as the blows kept coming, "I would like to know how you manipulate hammerspace to surround you. That would be worth knowing." She was dodging more than she was blocking, and even then she didn't catch all the attacks. Someone who could wield more swords at once than she had actual limbs was a new one.

"Hammerspace?" asked Erza, balanced on one arm and attacking with the swords held in her feet.

"Where you keep your armament," explained Heres Tanarill, dancing back and then flipping up and over. "Show me how to do it."

Erza blinked, then grinned. "I'll tell you," she said, "if you can beat me."

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Clearly they are fighting just for the heck of it!

EEEEE SO COOOOOOOOOOOL AND BADASS.

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Tin Man: “Soon he will see that his nightmares are real… when the curse is complete.”: (Glitch character centric): Glitch/Cain

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Glitch woke up, and immediately wished he hadn't.

He'd been dreaming, and in his dream Cain had been falling, falling away, except it wasn't into the white whence he'd brought him back, once, before. Cain was falling away into black, some slow liquid, and when it found him it invaded, tendrils of it creeping in and eating away at him until he was nothing but a shell.

It was worse, in reality.

***

"It's a curse," explained Azkedellia. "Not a nice one. It will cause him pain whenever he has a certain thought, or set of thoughts. Not much at first, only a headache, but it accumulates. For it to be debilitating like this . . . it's already quite advanced."

No one asked her how she knew.

"How can we stop it?" asked Glitch, when he trusted his voice again.

"We can't," she said. "He just has to learn not to have that thought."

On the bed, Cain stiffened. "Not," he ground the clenched teeth. "Not going to forget Glitch."

Glitch's eyes widened, a shocked "No!" escaping before he could stop it.

***

His bed was empty, of course. Cain was in the hospital, and almost certainly in pain. The best they could do was sedate him, and Cain . . .

Cain wouldn't stop thinking about him, he knew, even if it were possible. He was going to fight, either until he won or until it killed him.

It was going to kill him, at this rate, long before they found a cure.

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That was dark and hurty. I hope they find the remedy or track down the caster quickly! :(

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D: You and me both! I just want to cuddle Glitch and assure him it will be okay.

Great drabble! Thank you!

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Tanarill joins Fairy Tail please?

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In some ways, worlds full of magic-users were easier to operate in. No one looked at her oddly, or attempted to dunk her in ponds/set he on fire/bury her alive.

But there were . . . issues.

"You should join a guild," offered the girl serving alcohol. "No one wants to hire a freelancer. You have no name, no credibility. How do we know you're worth twenty thousand jewels?"

She sighed, and said, "Where's the nearest guild?"

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The nearest guild, as far a she could tell, was populated by total lunatics. But they didn't even bat an eye when she announced that she wanted to join them, simply had her talk to a tiny old man who was, nevertheless, simply and obviously the most powerful one there. He shrugged after a moment, and said that she could 'do whatever.'

She sat down at the bar, and watched the one who felt like young, fiery continents spar with the one who felt like ancient, deep glaciers. She watched the one who was gates to places unseen talk to the barmaid, herself layer upon layer of careful illusion.

She felt the demon within her settle into a state relaxed wariness, and it was that, more than anything else, which convinced her that this place would be fine, after all.

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Oooo the DISCRIBIONS of everyone was just. fuck yeah awesome!

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Anything Bleach or Fox gets indirect magic lessons from her son who's trying to be Puck-sly, but failing adorably.

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I haven't had anything to do with Bleach in ages, so . . .

***
Alex was six, and looking at her with big, blue eyes. He wasn't screaming. He never screamed. But he did look vaguely annoyed as she swabbed the cut with alcohol.

"It never hurts this much when the Puck does it," he said.

"The Puck," said Fox, "uses magic."

"So," Alex shrugged, "use magic."

"Magic doesn't work for me," said Fox. "You know that."

"It will," said Alex, confident like only a six-year-old could be.

"Don't you think I've tried? The best I can do is knowing when someone around me is using magic."

It will, said Alex again, forceful like only a six-year-old who could talk in her head could be.

She sighed. "Fine. What do I do?"

"Think it better."

" . . . what?"

"Think," said Alex, "about the way it's supposed to be. And make that happen."

Fox looked at the skinned knees, clean now of dirt and wood but still bleeding sluggishly. Thought about the way that Alex was supposed to be, small and strong and powerful enough to scare magic users hundreds of times his age. And . . . made it happen.

"Oh," she said, as the green light faded.

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Fox didn't often meet Owen at the airport, but she made an exception and had the helicopter waiting when his plane landed. So they got into the air again with a minimum of fuss and no lost baggage.

"What is it?" asked Owen, once they were airborne.

"Alex skinned his knee while you were gone."

"Hardy cause for concern, especially at his age."

"You and I both know he's not that clumsy; and even if he were, he flies before he falls."

Owen raised an eyebrow.

"How long have you two known that I can do healing magic?"

"How long have we known each other?" he asked.

Fox nodded. "That's what I thought."

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Vlad singing, for whatever reason, without being drunk, high, or under the influence of other substances and/or people. Any odd pairing is only a bonus. >:D

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