OMG, Elizabeth Guest if you're reading this, please, please please—NOT SO MANY QUESTIONS! Seriously, I love them, I do, but in MODERATION. Which means, to me anyway, maybe two or three at a time. Seriously, my brain hurts and my hands are going to fall off. Also, for any other requests (from anyone at all) all of this is based off of either the Original Series or maybe a little-teeny-tiny bit of AF. I HATE everything else. I am a Hater—there, I said it.
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I just want to know one thing… Will you be having the chicken or the sea bass?
-Aladdin and the King of Thieves.
Let the Trolling Commence-:-Hex/Gwen-:-
He keeps lists of the things she does. At home, at school, playing hero with her fat-mouthed cousin; all just so he could learn her weaknesses, a way to beat her and preferably without his niece's help.
An unfortunate side-effect of this, however, were collected little spiral notebooks full of useless information that ended up making her into a person in his eye, rather than an enemy. Only a few pages of the notebooks (stained quickly by some of the drops from his potions, leaking the magic from his fingerprints) contained anything usable, but the rest was…troubling.
Or, troubling for a sorcerer like Hex, anyway.
Hex sat at his work table for what felt like the millionth time that week alone and started out on his newest list; the ink from the quill he used (Charmcaster could chortle about him getting out of the Dark Ages as much as she wanted; a quill was a proper writing tool—as opposed to those glitter filled gel pens the white haired witch used on her own) dripping twice into the inkwell before he put it to the lined paper.
'Food and Drink Gwen Tennyson Fancies that Could be Used to Cover the Taste of Poison:
1. That disgusting Pepper soda that she seems to drink every day at her school lunch—though it might be quite difficult to execute the poison as her cousin (despite constant denial) is often seated in front or beside her. Not a very probable to accomplish.
2. Black berry pie she buys on the weekends from that odd Ukrainian cart vendor. (Perhaps I should put a spell on him first, though. He seems to have a penchant for staring at her and smiling too much to be anything but a pedophile.)
3. Haggis she has to eat to please that stage mother of hers—if it's served with a little of my own lemon rice and some Indigo berries, anyway. No need to make her death so dishonorable as to choke on that awful stuff.
4. …'
His quill lifted from the page and paused as his brain seemed to stall at the thoughts of exactly what else she ate. She seemed to only focus her health on tasteless vegetables or sweets, so…basically his stalking her for the last four weeks for this particular plan had been pointless.
Hex growled and—rather than ripping the paper from its spirals—snapped the notebook shut and crushed his third quill in the last month. The feathers scattered at his feet and his head thunked onto the table in exasperation.
Walk This Way, Not THAT Way-:-Ben/Tetrax-:-
Being thirty years old, finally, feels weird to Ben, for some reason. Tetrax, on their way to the prison planet to drop off a small hoard of hostile criminals they had both taken down on Earth (oh, and hostile didn't quite cover it; they had tried to blow up a school to get the Plumbers to give them some old alien tech), had asked him why that was, exactly. Wasn't the age of thirty, in most Earth customs, the key age of adulthood?
"Well, yeah, it does," Ben answered, scratching the back of his head and taking a small drink from the weird energy drink Tetrax had given him to replenish his reserves after fighting as Heatblast (he seemed to always get thirsty after being that alien, though Azmuth told him that shouldn't happen) for almost three hours back on planet side, "But, well, a lot of scary stuff happens around this age. Having a more permanent job, saving up for retirement of that job, deciding to find a wife and whether or not to have kids. Stuff like that. Scary stuff."
Tetrax snorted at the very thought of Ben having a job that wasn't a part of being a hero. Having to punch in and punch out of some boring existence of serving food or building houses or things like that. It shouldn't have seemed so insane, but the diamond skinned alien just couldn't think of Ben as anything but exactly what he was now; standing beside Tetrax on the Diamonhead's ship, tired after saving children from dying and happy enough to talk to Tetrax in a way that nobody else did.
"I think you could handle it," Tetrax answered instead, teasing and highly amused when Ben almost choked on his energy drink as a result of Gluto flying the ship and a high tilt to avoid some space debris.