Thirtieth Run - P.I.M.P.

[speeding]

Young Avengers don't kill.

That mean something to anyone else?

Also I am the pimp, even the damn tree thinks so.

Speaking of which, it's kinda no wonder it took out the bookstore. Am I the only one who remembers what happened with Ran? Obviously the tree doesn't like books. Man, this place is going to get all Farhenheit 451 on us, isn't it?

((ooc: strikes readable for a while, then blacked out later.))

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[codenamewiccan]

...That means no jazz hands on anyone, or my-

Yeah, that's us.

[There's a pause.]

Think you're well Q and I'm S?

Its a bit obvious why it would go for books. Ran? Dash? Talk to me in person about this okay? For your own safety. Don't do anything rash either.

1/2

[speeding]

Yeah. You were there.

Might be. The was a girl who couldn't come up with a codename but I didn't catch yours. I didn't have one. I think. But. Yeah, that might be us.

I'll be over in a minute.

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[speeding]

[He couldn't run in the stupid moon shoes, so walking to Code and Alchemy's actually took the normal amount of time. At least he got to twirl his pimp cane while he walked.]

[He used the same cane to knock on the door when he got there.]

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[codenamewiccan]

[Code mulled over what they had learned and eyed the crystal he hadn't used yet. It was a two sided deal, and his twin needed someone to talk to. He answered the door and blinked at...yes that was a pimp suit with,]

Moon shoes, pimps don't-

[He laughed.]

Come on in, Moon man.

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[speeding]

Obviously a moon pimp does. [Dash entered the house, giving Code's hair a quick ruffle in passing, and then threw himself down on the couch. Much as he cared for Cross, he'd already told his friend about the memory. To top it off, he was pretty sure Cross was affected by the whole bookstore thing as he was--not counting the freaky tears thing. And he and Cross just dealt with anger and stress differently. Dash's current urge was to go try and see how much of the tree he could blast holes into, but... That wouldn't be productive. His writing in the journal was probably risky enough. He hated holding back.]

How's it been hanging, twin?

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[codenamewiccan]

Moon pimps need better shoes. [Code shut the door behind Dash and followed him over to the couch. He sat down with a sigh, choosing not to answer for a moment. How had he been doing? Well enough, and increasingly restless about all the problems. Something had to be done about them.]

Well enough, FM is readjusting to this place and Al is Al. [He rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about what to say.]

She couldn't come up with a Codename right? I remember that, it was uhh, my dream had that in it.

[Probably time to talk about that. He'd been putting it off because something said to wait. Waiting won't solve anything..]

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[speeding]

Like you're one to talk.

[Dash was quiet through the brief update. He felt guilty about not being around for FM. But he could fix that this time around maybe. At least FM was back.]

Yeah. That. She hadn't come up with one, this other guy was teasing her about it.

You were there too. I didn't see you, but I know your voice. And what if feels like when you do that spooky mojo. [He wiggled his fingers to indicate magic.]

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[codenamewiccan]

I think my shoes are better than a pimp's shoes, dude.

Baldy. I don't remember his name, but let's call him grumpy baldy for now. [That seemed to fit. He was always like that. Always.]

... [That made him pause and think. His dream had the start of that in it.] Does it start with I want spoken really fast? ...Or do I need a staff or something?

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[speeding]

Blasphemy.

Hah, Surly McSurlyson. Yeah, him. [Dash leaned back to stare at the ceiling.] Grumpy baldy. You, two other girls. [He was thinking out loud, shook his head when Code spoke.]

I don't know. I think I was out of earshot. But the first time I met you here, when you were Want? You were doing that. You and Throne were holding off a bunch of giant pin balls in the wilderness after this hurricane--beside the point. Yeah did this thing, right... Muttering under your breath, glowing blue, magic light show.

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[codenamewiccan]

True fact.

Not a bad dude, but he needs to loosen up a bit. [He remembered the painting of the entire group in his dream. Part of him said 'team' in a tone that brooked no arguments. That was just how it was.]

I started to do that in my dream...over a ruined city. It didn't have what we wanted to find there. [Glowing blue, it was like the dream where he almost called the staff.]

Ever hear someone tell you - Whatever your present, his advice is to embrace it?

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[speeding]

Yeah, he bitched me out in my dream too. [Dash sat up and looked at Code straight in the face, frowning.]

A ruined city... I got trapped in the fourth floor in a ruined city. What did it look like? Do you think saying that stuff has to do with your mojo..?

Embrace the present... [Dash shrugged, not sure if that was familiar or not.] It sounds like good advice, anyway.

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[codenamewiccan]

He chews you out a lot. [His eyes widened slightly as he leaned forward, resting his hands over his knees.]

Ruined sky skyscrapers, wrecked cars and turned over street lights...you know think the end of the world and that fits the bill. Let's find out. [He held out his hand at the cup on the table.] IwantyoutobeaforkIwantyoutobeaforkIwantyoutobeafork

[Nothing.] ...Something's missing.

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[speeding]

You remember? Or just have that feeling.

[Dash leaned forward as well, face to the floor, but every line of his posture tense and listening.] Yeah. Yeah like it had a total disaster... Something really ripped the place up.

[He looked at the cup, watching it... Do absolutely nothing.] Maybe you need to really want it?

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[codenamewiccan]

Just a feeling, I wish I remembered it.

...So many died there, I felt that impression in the dream.

[...Dash's comment made him think. He put those thoughts into a desire, the practiced action making his hand steadier. Did he have to want it? That...sounded right. This time he focused on wanting the cup to be a fork. He had to want it. Didn't he? This time the telltale blue glow started to happen, his words taking a tone that was hauntingly familiar.]

IwantyoutobeaforkIwantyoutobeaforkIwantyoutobeafork

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[speeding]

Yeah I'm glad you don't.

... Yeah it felt... Empty. Spooky. Like a graveyard.

[Dash watched, leaning back when he felt that familiar... Feeling. It was kind of a tingle in his fingers maybe. Or like feeling fuzz on your tongue. It was hard to describe, but he knew from the glow and the feel that Code was definitely doing something right.]

... Well you mostly got it.

[Dash stared at the cup--well, cupfork? On the table.]

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[codenamewiccan]

...But it felt...connected to us. [Somehow]

[He looked at the--cupfork sounds about right, on the table. What a mess. Practice was needed, obviously.]

Mostly isn't going to help us much, Dash. I'll get some cups tomorrow and start practicing.

...What happened last time to the bookstore? Oh and I got a crystal. [He pointed to the crystal sitting a fishbowl. He'd been debating putting something in the bowl. Maybe some peanuts, those were healthy according to all those sur- what?]

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[speeding]

Definitely. But I don't know if I want to know how we're tied to a creepy dead island, bro.

[Dash picked up the cupfork, it was kinda cool, and weird. Half ceramic, half metal, completely useless.] Yeah but when you get it down you'll be-- [Wait he was about to admit his brother would be cool.] Worth something. Maybe.

... [Dash set the cupfork down and picked up the fishbowl. He didn't want to talk about Ran.] Survey says you're a dork. Use it already. [He thrust the fishbowl at Code.]

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[codenamewiccan]

Or some weird guy that hangs out in the house we were searching? Looked like he was...I don't know - a bad hippie.

I'll be able to help with repairs and all. ...Something to help out.

[That was a dodge if he ever saw one. He took the bowl out of Dash's hands - his eyes on him the entire time.] Survey says don't keep it all in or you'll explode - Quicksilver.

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[speeding]

... This would be the freaky old guy from hell, right? [He wasn't sure, but a bad hippie... That sounded like the guy.] Like a metalhead and a hippie combined? Add in old and groddy for flavor.

[Dash scowled at the way his dodge failed, and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and looking at the floor.]

Ran was... Is... Was. I don't know Code. The tree killed her because she found something. [There was enough emotion in his voice, half choked, angry and hurt to give a good indication of exactly how much Ran had meant to Dash.]

[He was silent, struggling with what else to say, then shook his head.]

Just use the crystal, your Scarlet Witchiness.

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[codenamewiccan]

...Is that what he was? [Dash's description sounded right, Code nodded his head.] Yeah, that guy. He was the one that said embrace our present.

[The bowl was set down on the table as he got up and sat down beside his twin. He didn't say a word, the silent support was his answer. It was things like this that needed to stop.]

[Scarlet...huh he could live with it if that was his name. Code reached out to touch the crystal, his hand closed around it and everything went strange.]

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[speeding]

Okay, I'm not even going to wonder why metalhead hippie from hell was giving us advice.

[Dash muttered, not looking up as Code sat next to him. The silent support was good, it was needed and welcome and honestly... It made him feel a little better.]

[The speedster leaned back and watched his twin touch the memory crystal, waiting for whatever the reaction was going to be.]

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[codenamewiccan]

I wish I knew, its pretty good advice for someone that was wielding magic like that.

[He shut his eyes and sat back, trying to hold onto the memory for as long as he could. He didn't notice the small little glowing unicorns trotting around his feet as if they'd always been there.]

Throne's a shapeshifter, right?

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[speeding]

[Dash looked down at the tiny unicorns. Man that was familiar. Also meant that, somehow, Code was from before Want. He didn't try to think about it, it would make his head hurt.]

[Carefully the speedster picked up a small unicorn, purple with markings by her eyes. She had a bow and arrow on her haunch. Too familiar. My Little Pony, but also the girl from his dream, and his memory.]

Teddy. [Dash said a little distractedly.] His name is Teddy. And yeah, he's a shapeshifter. Also super strong. [He looked up at Code.] What did you remember?

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[codenamewiccan]

[He looked at all of them, his hands lifting the green one from the group, brushing his thumb over the symbol on his haunch. He didn't recognize it, but he knew who this was. Code was careful with him - thanking the Sphere just once for bringing the team together...for a little while.]

Yeah, its Teddy. [He stares down at the others unicorns at his feet and nudges the one that's supposed to be himself. He picks him up too. They shouldn't be apart.] We were going to that city, he stayed behind to let me sneak out. ...I think I can get a handle on this wanting thing. Part of it was from my dream.

[He pauses and picks up each of the team left on the floor, putting them all together.] I think...Scarlet witch might the right name for me. I'm not sure. It feels so familiar but, I looked not quite like I expected.

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[speeding]

You had that memory before. [Dash said quietly, picking up a dark mocha pony with a little American flag on its butt from Code's collection. The unicorn tried to bite his fingers and he made at face at it.] That city. Why does it crop up so much? Do you think it's... Genosha?

[The thought made him uneasy, and he settled the two unicorns in his palms.]

It is familiar, you know? Scarlet Witch. It kind of fits you, with the whole magic thing. I guess that really would make me Quicksilver, right?