he's (misterenigma) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-06-11 04:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, death, eddie nigma |
eddie/muerte quicklog backdated to the day after magic times
[It was late morning/early afternoon and the city was wide awake. Eddie was getting used to the Marvel sun in a way that he never really thought he could. Gothamites always hissed at it, but what did Gotham have to offer lately? A broken city full of greys and browns that weren't nearly as fun as the city he had loved for so long. Eddie Nigma thought it was fair to say he didn't need to spend most of his time there anymore. He was a changed man (a deeply changed man) and adapting to new worlds was simple. Especially when one of them had a home and a woman he could come back to and care for.
He hadn't slept, spending all night with his mentors to make sure he could control his old (new) powers. Coming back without a good handle on them meant chaos for his new comic book shop and apartment. It meant ghosts floating through the walls and skeletons pushing at the floorboards. It wasn't easy, but by daylight he was in control enough to go home and sleep. Home and he liked the sound of that.
Dressed in a black suit with green pinstripes and smelling a bit like bog moss and cinnamon bark, he got to the front door of the shop and realized all too suddenly that he didn't have his keys. He searched the napsack full of his PJs and a few items to help him with his powers and sighed when he couldn't find it or his journal. The poor man didn't even have something to pick the locks with (which he found incredibly embarrassing) or a way to get Muerte to let him in. There was only one solution: climb the back alley catwalk, hop over the adjoining balconies and knock on the window.] Hovering. I need to learn how to hover. I don't even need to fly, just hover. [He murmured as he made his journey to the alley and up the catwalk rather quietly.
Indeed, he was pleased at how light footed he was after all these years of inactivity. Memories colored in a certain shade of green lit up his sleepy mind as he hopped from one balcony to the next until he reached their apartment. Ah, he still had. it. Eddie knocked on their window, trying very, very hard to wipe that proud smirk off his face.]