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Tweak says, "Pick up your weapon and follow"

marcus (_drac) wrote in missionreports,
@ 2016-09-01 21:18:00

Entry tags:

character: delacroix sauniere/force, character: marcus wallace/dragon, location: living quarters, progress: open

Characters: Dragon & OPEN
Location: Subbasement 2
Time: 09/01/16 @ 17:00
Summary: Dragons Like Saunas
Status: In progress
Warnings: TBD

He walked quietly for his brawn. Barefooted and draped in standard issued sweats, Marcus once more ruffled a towel through his hair as he walked down the hall of subbasement two. The super had indulged in the sauna on ten and was making his way back to his room with a sense of nonchalance. Where others within Poltergeist felt shell-shocked at the mass casualties of Romeo, Marcus felt little more than the blunt edge of callousness. Marcus had seen so much loss and had helped in so much bloodshed that he narcotized himself from all the horrors and constant realities just for survival purposes. Death of supers happen and it would happen again just as sure as Marcus knees would ache right before a bad storm or how his back would bitch with pain while being transported to his next drop.

Then again, the decimation of almost half a team was rare if unheard of which meant someone deeply fucked the hell up. Marcus moved the towel over the back of his neck as he skirted around the meager entertainment area of his hall, deep in thought.

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demolishing
2016-09-01 11:05 pm UTC (link)

Del didn't sleep often, nor did he sleep deeply at all, but when he did manage to drift off he tended to dream. His dreams were often nothing more than flashes of light and oppressive black, voice he could never make out clearly, nightmares that he'd once described as "a really really fucking awful filmmaker's idea of what an edgy nightmare might be." He most certainly never slept out in the common area, but he'd managed to then, a limp and restless figure slumped on one of the couches by the television.

In the midst of his lackluster (but still embarrassingly frightening) dream, it didn't take much to wake him - the sound of footsteps had Del jerking awake with a gasp and a burst of his power, a spherical black hole thrown in Marcus's direction without thinking. Thankfully, still half-asleep Del's aim wasn't near what it could've been and the size of the sphere no more than a palms-width, and it disappeared harmlessly near Marcus's feet.

Del sat in stunned silence for a moment (a rarity) before he gave Marcus a sheepish grin. "... Whoops?"

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_drac
2016-09-04 03:46 am UTC (link)

Most damage class super's had a signature to their powers. A pull, a call, a warning; whatever one wanted to call them, Marcus' own had a scent about it. The heating and burning of oxygen around him much like a faint ozone before the fire came. Del, laying fitfully sprawled out on the common's couch had a signature himself. One could feel the warping of atoms and a split second of density of the air before the boy woke with a fright and lobbed his very tiny but very dangerous little black hole at Marcus' feet.

Because of the warning, the older man was able to jump back and not look like he shit his pants. Marcus looked crossly at the boy who had the graces to look sheepish. Del was the perfect example of danger in unexpected packaging. The palm sized black hole, if it hadn't washed out of existence so quickly, could have folded half of Purgatory and the Pen into its self with its strength. Marcus had seen what this boy could do and his powers looked childish and like a pretty light show next to Force's. So, whoops indeed.

Marcus grunted, unconsciously shifting to walk around the spot that black hole had been as if he didn't trust that bit of tile anymore and quietly padded over to Del. Dragon loomed. Seconds and silence.

"I don't envy your roommate," he said suddenly. "Dreaming about fighting in your underwear, darling?" Marcus loved calling men darling, more so if he knew they were straight. He smirked and an eyebrow arched. A moment of whimsy and entertainment.

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