It was comparable to a mentor beating on their mentee. Hocus was truly no match for Red Wand, even when she was angry and needed to fight it out.
In her mind, she was pinned down, beat up and in pain. “You’re a pain in the ass. You’re lucky I love you.” Red said, sighing and imagining bonds on Hocus once again. “I’m going to snap that wand when I’m free! I’ll never use another one again, I swear to god I won’t!” Hocus screamed, struggling to regain control of her brain. Red giggled and stood. “Even you know that’s a pathetic lie. You can’t live without me. Literally.”
She stood and reopened her eyes. Just in time to see the round explode.
Red hit the ground hard, knocked out cold before she landed on the earth. The wand bounced away. For a second, Red’s looks flickered, then just faded. She wasn’t possessed anymore by the insane magic user. She wasn’t the enchanting blue magician with card tricks and a dazzling smile. She was just plain Heidi, the average scrawny red headed girl, in dirty jeans and a stitched up white hoodie… the blood stains weren’t totally washed out from it either.
Verdux looked over at the human form with confusion through his scope. She definitely wasn’t like that normally. She was blue normally. Now she was beige, human.
He sighed and slung the rifle back over his shoulder, taking a steep dive off the building he was on, becoming one with the shadow of a bird soaring nearby and fading from view, quickly becoming invisible. The Angel pulled up sharply near the ground and scooped up Heidi as he went, snatching the wand up as well. It wouldn’t be a good idea to leave something that dangerous just lying around.
The green skinned assassin flapped twice with the new weight, quickly ascending back to his previous height. He soared like this over the city for a few minutes, slowly making his way back to one of his safe houses. They were sparsely located, always filled with resources and supplies for refilling his stocks of poison and weaponry. They were well hidden, all of them, and generally had more traps in them to defeat, thwart, maim, or inconvenience anyone foolish enough to seek entry into one of them without permission.
He put her down gently on a bench near the entrance to the hideout, shifting the door and disarming the traps before bringing her inside. After a few adjustments of furniture to allow for her to lie down comfortably he applied a salve to her forehead and hoped that it would be enough to revive her.
The whole time, Heidi was out cold. Part of the time she almost drifted back into consciousness, she felt cold air and that she was held by someone… then the crashing pain back in her head forced her back into nothingness.
As the salve was put on her head, Heidi finally began to stir. Slowly, her eyes opened. They shut again. Ow. Headaches sucked. And most likely she was in the fucking hospital and she hated those places… wait. This was definitely not a hospital, it didn’t smell funky. Her eyes flickered open again. Where the actual hell was she? For a couple seconds, she tried sitting up but that didn’t work. That just fucking hurt worse. As she focused, she realized she recognized the green cloaked angel. “Du… Ducky?” She whispered, eyes widening. Knowing sitting up was out of the question, she stared hard. “… Did… did I imagine all that? You’re not dead?” Her voice was shocked.
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The strange blue magician lowered the cape. “… I totally did not expect that. Huh. Well, that certainly means you don’t fall into the ‘jerk’ criteria. I don’t think I’ve actually properly introduced myself.” Hocus curtsied. “The stage name’s Hocus Pocus. Addressing me as Hocus is fine, never been called Pocus but that works too, calling me Blueberry will get you turned into a random mammal.” She said that last part completely serious and kept it up for a couple seconds before she burst into her grin once again and giggled.
Robin remains silent throughout her entire introduction before a brow slightly raises from the black rimmed edges of his mask at the Blueberry part. A faint grin tugs briefly at his lips as his head cocks to one side before he extends his arm, hand out towards her, with a nod of his head. “I won’t call you Blueberry if you promise to not call me Boy Blunder or Traffic Light.” he says with his usual tone though there’s a glimmer of amusement hidden in it, “is that okay with you, Hocus?”
Hocus’ grin widened and she almost moved forward for a hug instead of a handshake (she was a hugger, she didn’t care what people thought of that), but decided to stay professional and warmly shook Robin’s hand. “Sounds like a fair deal, Robin! Traffic Light is pretty clever though. I’ll resist that nickname though, cross my heart!” After she released his hand, she made a cross over her heart.
Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest assholes when they’ve had enough.
do you have a friend who’s usually a sweetheart but when they’re angry they’re the creepiest and the most cruel motherfucker you ever saw in your whole life
i am that friend
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“… I just realized that could very easily have been insulting.” The magician, now flustered, hid her face with her cape. “Sorry.”“I’ve had harsher things said to me and had death threats flung at me,” he reassures her with the tiniest of smiles and an arched brows, “it takes a lot of ‘insulting’ remarks to get to me. I know what you were trying to say. Don’t worry.”
The strange blue magician lowered the cape. “… I totally did not expect that. Huh. Well, that certainly means you don’t fall into the ‘jerk’ criteria. I don’t think I’ve actually properly introduced myself.” Hocus curtsied. “The stage name’s Hocus Pocus. Addressing me as Hocus is fine, never been called Pocus but that works too, calling me Blueberry will get you turned into a random mammal.” She said that last part completely serious and kept it up for a couple seconds before she burst into her grin once again and giggled.
Red decided to retreat into her mind. Her body was physically exhausted and she didn’t feel like moving quite yet. So, she did something she had been intending to do ever since she first took possession of Hocus.
She retreated deep into her mind to talk to Hocus herself. It appeared as though they were in her bedroom. It was just like it… except Hocus was tied up on her bed. “Release.” The insane magician said. Her bindings faded… the teenager lunged at Red. Red held her back and said, “I did what was best for you, calm your temper.”
With a shriek, Hocus shoved off of her. “You KILLED him, you stupid bitch! He was my friend!” She shrieked. “Oh, stop acting like a drama queen. We both know very well you don’t feel sorrowful for the angel.” Red snorted. Hocus froze. “Sh-shut up! If my emotions worked right, I would feel sad! I know it!” She yelped. “Quit attempting to find something you lost, and embrace who we are now. Our power would be incredible.”
Hocus slapped Red across the face. “I am not going to turn psycho just because I got the wand! Now give me back my freaking body!”
Now back in the real world, Red woke up and shrieked, grabbing onto her head. Hocus was trying to struggle for control… but so far it was not looking good for the true owner of the body.
Verdux was back in the city, porting in through the gate into North America and then flying subsonic for around thirty seconds. He quickly arrived in Jump and took up a position on an apartment building.
She hadn’t moved? Verdux shook his head at the hubris. He had only been gone twenty minutes, by this time the police should have been engaged in a fight with her. Lucky for her that they were busy in the eastern part of the city fighting off other villains.
He unslung his rifle quickly, not giving much thought to panache or anything other than knocking down the one who had killed one of his corporeal forms. The green skinned assassin pressed in a single concussive round with disdain. He had no faith in the new technology and was annoyed at the change that was forced on him.
“knock knock.” He sent a single concussive round right next to Red Wand’s head. The round exploded in mid air inches from her skull and sent a shockwave that roughly equivelant to getting smacked in the head with an aluminum baseball bat… held by a giant.
It was comparable to a mentor beating on their mentee. Hocus was truly no match for Red Wand, even when she was angry and needed to fight it out.
In her mind, she was pinned down, beat up and in pain. “You’re a pain in the ass. You’re lucky I love you.” Red said, sighing and imagining bonds on Hocus once again. “I’m going to snap that wand when I’m free! I’ll never use another one again, I swear to god I won’t!” Hocus screamed, struggling to regain control of her brain. Red giggled and stood. “Even you know that’s a pathetic lie. You can’t live without me. Literally.”
She stood and reopened her eyes. Just in time to see the round explode.
Red hit the ground hard, knocked out cold before she landed on the earth. The wand bounced away. For a second, Red’s looks flickered, then just faded. She wasn’t possessed anymore by the insane magic user. She wasn’t the enchanting blue magician with card tricks and a dazzling smile. She was just plain Heidi, the average scrawny red headed girl, in dirty jeans and a stitched up white hoodie… the blood stains weren’t totally washed out from it either.
