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londoncallingrpg2017-02-09 08:26 pm
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The past month- Months?- Had been strange. One night he'd found himself compelled to go out, as though something was calling to him. A silent siren song that had coaxed him into his car and out into the country.
Where had he gone? What had he done?
Those were the questions he had to ask himself when he woke up in the middle of Hyde park in a rumpled suit and a brand new body. ...Possibly brand new. Certainly new to him in that moment, since he couldn't recall much of anything from the past few weeks. His head was pounding, and he was in agony.
A large bird sat upon him. A hawk, he thought absently- Or maybe not. He couldn't seem to focus on it. Not when his gaze was so strongly drawn to all the blood. ...His blood.
"No," he said softly, trying to chase it away with a weak wave of his hand. "I'm free, you can't- He can't," he insisted, right before the world went dark. ...Not that it mattered. It would heal, he would heal. He always did. How else could the punishment continue?
Where had he gone? What had he done?
Those were the questions he had to ask himself when he woke up in the middle of Hyde park in a rumpled suit and a brand new body. ...Possibly brand new. Certainly new to him in that moment, since he couldn't recall much of anything from the past few weeks. His head was pounding, and he was in agony.
A large bird sat upon him. A hawk, he thought absently- Or maybe not. He couldn't seem to focus on it. Not when his gaze was so strongly drawn to all the blood. ...His blood.
"No," he said softly, trying to chase it away with a weak wave of his hand. "I'm free, you can't- He can't," he insisted, right before the world went dark. ...Not that it mattered. It would heal, he would heal. He always did. How else could the punishment continue?
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The titan nodded, sighing a bit as he looked out the window at the puck's club, trying to recall why he'd left the other creature's side, and failing.
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The titan looked unsure, feeling a pang of fear at the thought of seeing Robin. Not because he feared the puck, but because he feared facing any pain he might have caused him.
"Yes," he said quietly, getting out of the car and adjusting the borrowed coat. "I suppose they do."
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After all, Felix wanted to see what might happen, see if Robin would actually be affected by something, if the puck had real feelings beyond sarcasm and lust. Besides... he couldn't leave without his coat.
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"...Perhaps we should go in through the back."
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"I'm not afraid of him, no. ...I fear seeing any sign of hurt or upset on his face," the titan confessed. "We have known one another so long, and I am often vanishing. ...Too often."
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"You've known him longer," Felix said, which was just as good as saying nothing at all. Then, he sighed. "Listen, if you show me where the back door is, I can get us in. Locks are something of a specialty of mind. I can't guarantee Robin will be delighted to have us breaking in to his bar."
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"No, he'll be cross, I imagine," the titan chuckled. "Still, let's do it," he decided, gesturing for him to follow.
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At the back door, Felix lifted one hand, palm out, to over over the door's handle and lock mechanism. He paused, and frowned. In the shadows, a number of little pale green lights flicked into existence, shaped vaguely like chrysanthemum flowers, giving Felix's pale skin a somewhat sickly cast. "He has a security system, I think. I can disable it, of course... would you mind getting in to the left pocket of my coat, there, and handing me the bag you'll find there? It has my rings."
There was, indeed, a small draw-string bag in the pocket just where Felix said, which clinked dully with the sound of metal and stone.
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"These are like focuses, I imagine. Yes?" he asked, holding the pouch out in offering. "If you need a moment, I can very briefly pause time around us. Though I must stress the briefly part. My power isn't what it once was."
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"I really ought to tell you no, that it's contrary to the laws of nature, but if you really can..." Felix couldn't resist. If it were real and possible, he had to know. His curiosity was insatiable.
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The titan didn't use his powers often, it had a habit of drawing unwanted attention- However, Zeus clearly already had one eye on him. The old wanker would simply fume a bit harder later. One hand in the air, the titan didn't use magic so much as he used a deeper knowledge of the partials and elements all around them, shifting things in a way that caused everything to stop. Everything outside their personal bubble, anyway.
"Thirty six seconds. That's the best I can do, I'm afraid. Longer than that and I start to loose my grip and things slide about. ...I don't think London fancies an earthquake or a heatwave."
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The wizard's hands moved in complex patterns around the door and part of the wall, where his magic sensed the concentration of electricity that hinted at the security system sensors. Coaxing the energy to stop flowing through the system without triggering the alarm took a bit of a delicate touch. After that, disabling the lock on the door was simple.
"Whenever you like," Felix said, just before the time ran out. He kept one hand raised, holding the electricity in stasis, against its will and its natural course.
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"Lovely. How very clever," he added, nodding at the wizard's hand before heading inside.
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"Well. Where to?"
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"Let's get in and out then, shall we?" he said, heading into the office, careful not to disturb anything.
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Silent, he approached what appeared to be a closet, gaze lingering on something he knew to be the puck's before pulling it open. Inside he could see his coat, and he lifted it carefully off the hanger it had been left on, checking the pocket and finding his keys and a dead cellphone inside.
"Lovely," he said, hooking it over the door as he carefully removed the coat Felix had loaned him and held it out in offering. "I was worried he might have gotten cross and tossed it," he admitted.
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