Zaviera Zane (zaviera) wrote in marvel_mashup, @ 2019-01-28 17:53:00 |
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Creeeak. "Is now a bad time?" Zap was trespassing on Zale ground, but she didn't think the borderline-wizard would mind. Too much. A quick visit? Little chat? Ahem. She glanced around his room for maybe the second time and then focused back on the man himself because there were some questionable things about. "I wanted to thank you. I know it's been hectic. But Lyndie had had a hunch about your books, and it helped me hone my magic; the spell we found. She naturally wanted all the credit. But I thought it would only be fair to at least bring," tada! From behind her back came a plate of piping hot, Mexican chocolate snickerdoodle cookies, "these. Just... gimme a break on this, it's been a long week." Zap smirked and waited. |
His door creaked open without a knock. Rude. Nathaniel barely lifted his eyes from his book, but did quickly pause the music from his wireless earbuds. It was always a bad time, he thought but didn't say. Caltrops ignored that entirely and merely gestured to grant Eva and her cookies entrance. "Yes, my history with Ms. Campbell aside, I'm grateful my library was instrumental in my resurrection," even Nate couldn't argue that Lyndie's trespasses were necessary - well, he could but he wouldn't. "Fortunately, credit or cookies is not what I seek," he explained though took a cookie to show his appreciation. Still warm. "You've saved me a trip," his eyes narrowed on Eva. "How far did you plan on going with your new magical abilities?" |
Right. She hadn't thought the cookies would fly. But she hadn't needed to thank him, either, really. Zap stood, looking down at the plate of cookies for a moment as his hand took one in an obviously obligatory move, then she looked back to the brooder's face when he asked his poignant question. "As far as I can," she said, rising to his obvious challenge. She'd considered taking a vacation after the whole alchemy-magic-world-saving adventure. But... Thor was being extremely encouraging and had even asked her to help rebuild Asgard. That seemed like a task that was going to need a little bit of extra 'oomph'. "Why?" she smirked and leaned her shoulder against the doorway. "Have some pointers? I mean, the God of Thunder had some insights too." Heh. |
"As far as you can," Nate parroted Eva's words with only a slight bit of condescension. "Why?" He stood from his desk suddenly, cookie still in hand. "In the span of a month you've grown to be one of the most powerful magic users on the planet and you ask why I'm curious?" Caltrops had moved around the desk and closer to the woman without his brain completely realizing it. "Does he now?" Nate noted her mention of Thor. "Forgive me, I should have deduced," Nate offered in way of a small, half-hearted bow, then turned to return to his desk. "When you've exhausted Thor's knowledge, you're welcome to return," Nathaniel added then took a bite of Eva's snickerdoodle. Jesus, that was good. "I may not be a god, but I'd wager my comprehension rivals one," he'd have bet his life. "That book," he pointed toward the table by the door. "It will help you to control that pesky mystic link you haven't told anybody about but you've been struggling with." |
Her nostrils flared a bit at Nathaniel's initial, harsh reponse. "You're forgiven," she said with just as much sass as Caltrops toted around, while she had the chance in a break of him listening to himself talk. Her eyebrows rose at his offer for her to return, and her eyes widened further when the man eating her cookie claimed his knowledge rivaled a god's. Wow. Wait, pesky? "With my brothers?" Of course with her brothers. Her cheeks puffed out with air as she deflated. Her posture changed from lazily draped to a power stance. "Okay..." She'd bite. Eva took the book from where he'd indicated and her hands smoothed over the cover for a second. She didn't look back up, but spoke quietly and coyly: "Who says it's been a struggle?" Maybe it had been a pleasure! Her eyebrow quirked up and she opened the book, still haven't not looked at the guy who'd gone for a second cookie. |
"Well," Nate's defensive stance softened, mostly because of her delicious cookies. "I avoid human contact in all forms," he mentioned quite dryly. "But I can only imagine that suddenly sharing that type of a connection with two other people, without anyone around to even explain why it happened... was probably jarring," to say the least. "Frankly, Evangeline," Nathaniel began, "I won't hide my jealousy of the fact that you've already reached heights that I will simply never rise to..." he explained and had to physically stop himself from taking a third cookie. "But I'll be damned if I sit here and watch you not live up to every inch of your potential," he sat down behind his own desk. "It's your decision, I'll leave a book I think you can use on that table every day and you can come pick it up at your leisure or..." Nate paused before his preferred option: "I can tutor you, one on one, teach you everything I know." |
Jarring? Yes. Terrible? Not really. It had been eye-opening, though. Still, she'd clutched the book of secrets concerning her, Troy and Jimmy's triangle of tribal tribulation. Zap's head cocked back at Caltrops' earnestness surronding his envy. "Really," she'd interjected, as more of a statement than a question. He'd be damned? She held back her smirk, but it was difficult. Toward the end of his speech, her sarcastic shell melted a bit... Zap's gaze relaxed before his 'or', and she attempted to appear nonchalant. Blink. "Really?" Now it was a question. Pause. She watched his eyes and scanned the blood-magic user for any hints of teasing. He was being sincere. Okay... In that case: "Thank you," Zap said, then moved further into the room again and gave the lanky man a good, firm, Eva hug, book still clutched in her right hand. "You can start," she began before withdrawing from her purposefully uncomfortably long embrace, "by telling me if there are options in Idaho other than plaid." She stood upright then and stepped back. Ahem. "Thank you, though, honestly. With my father..." how he was now (sans magic), "I'm running out of places to turn to." |
Oh god, he was being hugged. Why was he being hugged? He supposed that was a yes and he supposed that's what he'd wanted. Though, he certainly did hope there would be less touching. "Don't thank me yet," Nathaniel warned, then she snarked off again. "I wouldn't know, I'm from Iowa," he corrected and his eyes narrowed. "Potato, potahto to you, huh?" he accused the electrokine of lumping the two vastly different rural "I" states together. "You can start by reading that," he pointed to the book she still held and finally snatched the dreaded third cookie. "And if I'm half the mutant I think I am, you won't need anyplace to turn," he added confidently. "Is there chocolate in these?" |