#crossover: marvel

[conduitandconjurer]

"Excuse me, sir. Is this man bothering you?" Steve stands between Klaus and a larger, more intimidating stranger. He was just going for his morning run---but he's not about to let someone obviously down on their luck get harrassed for looking the part.

      “Oh, my God...” the Seance bleats, and presses a palm to his chest; admittedly, he does resemble a poster child for anti-homophobic bullying campaigns, with attire that marries Mick Jagger to Elton John, an inch of black eyeliner and, suitable to any campaign utilizing Sarah McLachlan music, enormous sad eyes.  

So, given that a handsome celebrity has just inserted himself between Klaus and his accoster, the medium quietly douses the deadly conjuring light in his fists, and lets himself be a damsel.  

     “My God, are you coming to my rescue?” he croons, in his high quivering tenor.  “The Steve Rogers?” 

He bats his well-mascara’d lashes.

     “Oh, sir!” 

Shamelessly. 

[athorneysituation-archive]

Humid, Rainy Flowers

closed starter @icyxmischief

Rain.

Rain and more rain, typical for summertime, which seemed to exist in two modes; blistering sun and pouring rain that soaked the streets and left the world muggy and hazy.

Not that he minded, much, the heat was oppressive and vaguely disgusting, leaving him to find some refugee in the shade whenever he had a moment. Even a nice, wide-brimmed hat did not provide much coverage when the blistering, oppressive rays beat down on every inch of your skin.

That being said, the cloud coverage and the wide, soaking drops fell to the pavement, his flowers taking the drink as gratefully as they could. Sat along the edges of the small shop he kept.

Customers came and went, but with it being close to the edges of evening, he was debating about packing up soon, tending to some of the tulips, considering whether he’d go for a stroll tonight or not. 

Movement along the corner of his eye had him turning, slightly, giving a side-long glance.

“Feel free to have a look, but know they don’t look their best in this humid rainfall.”

[incorrect-batfamily-quotes]

Nightwing: *shrugs* They need our help, guys.

Red Hood: Yeah, but... This is... W-What if we... I don’t know, it’s... I don’t know. Shouldn’t we run this by Bruce first?

Robin: Ha! Father would never agree, so I say we just go do it. I bet I could get Kent to sneak into his father’s Fortress of Sadness or whatever and find us something that could help us get there --

Red Hood: *holds up a hand to stop him* Little D, I get it. I died, you died, yet we’re both standing here. A crisis rebooting our universe is basically just Tuesday for all of us. But this? We’re talking other universe-universe. Like, an outside-of-our-entire-freakin’-Multiverse universe, like even Mr. Mxyzptlk --

Nightwing: Jason’s got a point. None of us has ever gone that far. We didn’t even know it existed before this message from... @vecino-amigable-aracnido-jr., who seems to be some kind of... Spiderman.

Red Robin: *clears his throat* That’s not... completely true.

Nightwing: What do you mean?

Red Robin: *whips out his phone and scrolls past about a hundred folders full of photos and case files before reaching one requiring a retinal scan to unlock*

Red Robin: *sighs deeply and aligns his eyes to the scanner*

Red Robin: You jerks better promise me you won’t judge me.

Red Robin: 

Nightwing: ...

Red Hood: ...

Robin: ...

To be continued?

[icywolfheart-moved]

Marvel(X-Men) starter from Aliana for @astatheloner

She’d gotten decently used to this world in the past few months...managed to get a job and a...n apartment, and a subtle temporary mind-link with someone random from the street at night gave her enough of a grasp of the local language that she could function. It helped that she’d put a glamour on her face fairly early on to hide her ears, pupils, and fangs, but as a woman over six feet tall, she still got quite a few odd looks. 

At the moment though, there was no-one around to look at her funny; just her and the trees and the creatures of the forest. And the moon, its crescent looking like a sideways smile as it shone down through the leaves. 

[conduitandconjurer]

Conner asks, "Can you talk to dead celebrities, too? I have like, SEVERAL things I want to ask Kurt Cobain and Prince."

The Seance lifts a hand toward the feisty adolescent.  

     “Do not rush greatness, young grasshopper! I have been asked to summon Prince Philip--Jesus, why?--uhhh, Betty White, who is still alive, thank fuck--a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and someone’s childhood puppy.  All in the span of the past week.  So just. Let the good wine breathe, you feel?  It’s not in the success, it’s in the effort.” He lifts and waves his arms, in a vaguely clerical gesture, as though causing good vibrations and other hippie staples to waft his way.  A dreamy smile collects on his face.  All part of the show, which any and every audience eats up.  

Klaus has a complicated relationship with fame and attention. He craves what he lacked as a child, shoved to the periphery and so often called “too sensitive” and “useless.” But usually once he’s had these things for any period of time, they become an invasive burden, just another way for nobody to really know him. Even so, he aims to please, a passive receptacle for other things, be they false images of himself, or the ghosts of others. 

    “Mmmmmm I’m getting....a world that’s so cold.....an unsatisfied mother....?Animals striking curious poses?”

He pauses and peeps open an eye and grins mischievously at Tommy. 

     “Gotcha.” 

[conduitandconjurer]

@skiidrow​ liked for a starter (Billy)!!!! 

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Klaus takes a long look at the boy who’s clad in a cloak and attire more at home in the company of Renaissance Festival employees, or perhaps particularly enthusiastic D&D dungeonmasters.  All of it red. The yikes impulse activates, but then, as the Seance is wont to do, he takes a deeper look at the person behind the figurative and literal armor.  

     “Rad undercut, man,” and he toasts his mocktail appletini to Billy, with a pearlescent smile. 

[conduitandconjurer]

“  maybe  swearing  will  help  ?  ” tommy!

     “No, NO, you can only tag ‘ass’ an’ ‘fuck’ onto a sentence so many times before they lose their impact, y’know? Smartass, dumbass, wiseass, dumbfuck, motherfuck, yadda yadda.” 

It’s not lost on Klaus that this kid, whose most permanent residence has been juvey hall (and whose love language is sarcasm), is offering up a gift: an attempt at a supportive suggestion.  Which is precisely why he must meet it with casualness and candor. 

     “I mean...!” 

He takes the hot red go go boot off, and tosses it petulantly across the room. 

   “They SAID they had my SIZE. My feet’re too narrow for these!”