bakerstreet | uuuh i have a horsie... neigh... neigh...

This is my old mate, Seth.

[ The ship that resembles his own head purrs, wafting smoke from its vents as Nemesis pats the hood. It hovers, moving slightly up and down as it stays in place. ]

He's a Blitzspear, and I dare say the finest one in the cosmos. Anyone want to take a ride?

Sweet!

[Heck yeah, he does. Look at those lines!]

I like to see some enthusiasm. What do you think, Seth?

[ The Blitzspear makes a roaring sound similar to a revving engine, as he changes his angle. Staring down his snout at the newcomer, gracefully levitating in a slow circle. ]

Hmmm. Maybe a snack to get on his good side.

[ Nemesis points to a bucket of pulsating sludge he's brought along. There's a scoop in it. ]

Fuel?

[This is awesome. Sentient ship! Trying to scoop pulsating sludge is less awesome, but he's up for it.]

Does, uh, Seth have a mouth? Fuel intake?

Actually, it's microscopic life called Frang. Somewhat like Earth plankton. A Blitzspear's mouth is here-

[ Nemesis demonstrates on his own head, which is a decent map of Seth's body. Specifically at the base of his probiscus, which reflects vents under the snout. ]

-they strain it through the grating there, like baleen.

Cool. Space whales?

[He holds up the scoop of plankton near the Blitspear's mouth.]

[There's a pentagram of wires on the floor and a lot of seemingly random junk stuck together with duct tape.]

After spending three days without sleep I discovered a new way to make toast. Maybe I have a future as an artificer.

Link to tumblr video. CW: not exactly safe electricity.

Oh, this?

[Paris' distraction warms up into a smile as he holds out the... horn? yeah, that's a long, slightly curving horn, from some sort of bovine. The tip has a cap of gold, and the broad base is bound with braided rope with a tassel hanging from it. His glance down at the horn fondly nostalgic.]

It comes from the finest bull you could ever hope to see. He won me many bouts against other bulls, but most importantly he had the most delightful temper. I could have him resting his head in my lap like one of my cows, for hours.

I didn't want him to leave nothing behind, after... So, I made sure to have this prepared.

[Paris laughs softly, but the touch to the horn is nearly fragile in how light it is.]

He's sired several calves, of course, but that's not quite the same as this.

[ Essek holds out a beacon glowing with the lights of possibility, he has this through no GOOD MEANS but well, it's beautiful and in it glows the motes of a thousand galaxies and stars ]

This is important to my civilization because it aids the soul in returning back, some call it reincarnation however we call it 'consecution'. Of course, I am not very religious and I as such use it as a means to study the magics of space and time.

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There's a cloud of abyssal darkness taking up about a 10 foot sort of cube of space, dark as vanta black or a black hole. No light or anything escaping it.

Eventually a hand comes out of the dark with a written note. The handwriting is a bit sloppy and overlapping, unfortunately writing blind is not the easiest.

The note reads: Sorry, this happens sometimes. The light annoys me and then I can't control the night time around me.

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[Hank's not a teacher per say but he can play one on TV (if required. If needed) but he was always told (collectively every time by every person he worked with) he was a shitty teacher.

He did like to show off however, even in his 70s. So with a grunt he sets a television on the table, takes a few moments to breath, then sets out three small round discs. Two red, one blue.]

The Pym Particle. A revolutionary piece of matter in my own dimension - the particle uses quantum energy to reduce and enlarge the space between atoms - shrinking and growing mass.

Now while this has a number of applications for combat-

[He looks mildly annoyed about it but he shrugs it off and adjusts his glasses]

It has a number of other uses. For instance, imagine being able to reduce the molecules between objects you have to move? The average person in the united states is estimated to move eleven times in their lifetime. How to beat that? Reduce the stress of a move?

Now, you could shrink the building using the pym particle. It's possible but it takes a lot of goddamn work to rig the building to do it and it might end up lost or stolen or-

[He frowns and adjusts his glasses again.] So! Shrinking individual objects?

[He picks up the red disc, steps a few feet away and tosses it at the television. It lands with surprising accuracy on the television which promptly shrinks into a small box. Barbie eat your heart out.

He grins, picking up the TV between two fingers before slipping it into his pocket.]

Pack your belongings up in your pocket. Move them where you want. Then regrow the object with the particle's polar opposite.

I will now take questions.

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[ Peter, being the absolute disaster boy scout that he is, raises his hand. ]

I have a question!

If you shrink a building what happened to like the pipes and stuff under the foundation?

[this was the problem he had.]

Ideally - and this is why I don't advocate for shrinking entire buildings...

[yet]

But the building would be self sustaining generator wise. As for other hook ups I'd imagine there'd be y'know. An RV stop type thing. Hook up your trailer and travel across country.

[or if you're a fugitive wanted by the US government. That works too.]

You see son, my particle generates clean energy and would need clean energy solutions to make them work.

Oh. I guess that makes sense...

[ Peter lowers his hand and nods quietly because actually, that sounded pretty efficient. And really cool. ]

what about instead of building the house and then shrinking you you find a way to build a tiny house and then just enlarge that-I mean it'd cut cost of housing by more than half, wouldn't it? Technically? Because then you're not using nearly as many materials to build it.

[Hank considers this, mouth open before he crosses his arms and leans against the desk.

This is what the particle was supposed to be used for. His suitd were for exploration. He'd been slammed into service and while he was proud...

...hell.

Annoyed, he waves a hand]

Pipes? Would you employ model builders to build houses?

There's also no way of dealing with infastructure. Pipes would have to be refitted anyway.

[If Hank sounds like a grumpy old man that's accurate. He sticks his hands in his pockets.]

What would you use it for?

And so modestly named too.

[Scott has never seen Hank Pym happy. Genuinely happy. He's not unhappy but he is very much a different man with his wife. It makes his neglect of Hope worse in his own way. Someone unburdened by self-imposed tragedy who was genuinely...joyful or at least more friendly.

Well.

He smirks at his wife before picking up the TV in his fingers and setting it carefully down on the table before he shrugs.]

Modesty has never been my strong suit. When you're good at something you should always take pride in it. Especially when it's for the good of mankind.

[Picking up one of the discs he starts fiddling with it. Hank takes things apart when he wants to understand them. It's a bad habit. He's not taking this apart but he twists it between his fingers before studying Janet with adoration. The look dissolves into amusement.]

I'll put the TV back, don't worry.

[ Hank was a complicated man, it wouldn't be easy to almost always be the smartest person in the room. But he'd met his match when Janet had stepped into the project with him. A woman with every bit of wit, strength, and tenacity that he had plus a brain that wouldn't quit.

She'd always been both a challenge to him and a comfort, she matched his smirk with her own. ]

No, no that wasn't a Pym quality.

I'm not so worried about the TV, there's nothing good ever on.

[ She moved over to pick up one of the discs and turned it over in her hands. ]

If we'd have had these years ago we could have given Hope one hell of a dollhouse.

[Once upon a time Hank was the only man in the room leading the charge until Janet Van Dyne, Janet Pym, Janet - who told him to his face he was full of shit. No one did that. They were awed by his mind and the farm boy didn't let people get close until her because she could keep up.

His only equal. His only peer. Hell, the only person he'd admit was smarter than him.]

Working TV and water? Might have been good groundwork for the lab. Except she would have wanted to actually try to be in the doll house and we would have lost her in the carpet.

[Not for the first time he reflected, his life was strange. Studying her he leans back.

He lost so much time. Not anymore. For her, for Hope, hell for the rest of the motley band of misfits. No more.]

Though we could have avoided the pony conversations if I'd just given her an ant to ride.

[ Oh she'd been willing to step up and call him out which could have been career suicide but she wasn't willing to cower and just tell him he was right. He was brilliant, yes, and she found that to be a draw for her. It was his refusal to see that anyone else might be on his level or even perhaps have a viewpoint that blew his ideas out of the water.

she hadn't set out to insult him, maybe smack some shape-tongued sense into him. ]

She would have loved it, and yes probably wanted to live there. So it's probably for the best we didn't actually.

[ She laughed and there was something about the sound of it, like windchimes or birdsong. A rare and special sort of thing. ]

Hope had ambition even then, she would have still wanted the pony.

Ha!

[If he found out that Scott was shrinking Cassie for movie nights he'd have a few choice words probably tempered by wife and daughter. Leaning back against the desk he watches her intently and when she laughs he sighs.

It's just nice to be near her. After thirty years of a broken family he feels like his hands are reattached to his body. Like his eyes work again.

Inching closer on the desk - a subtle mood made more difficult with age (thank you, time.) he shrugs his shoulders.]

Maybe we should have said yes, I mean you -

[Gorgeous scientist socialite wife]

and I-

[Asshole salt of the earth farmboy turned big city scientist.]

Both know horses. We just never had time.

When things get better and we come out on top after all of this?

[Being fugitives, the snap, all of it.] Hell I'll buy a whole stable. I bet Cassie would love a horse.

[ Let the kids have their fun dear, it's what you're supposed to do when you're young.

Something the two of them never entirely managed. Though she got the impression things were far worse after she went Quantum, they had all lost so much time.

She didn't always remember all of it, or maybe she chose not to. She'd survived, changed, adapted, evolved there, but Hank and Hope had here as well. You had to get tough to survive in either world and it was a lesson that it pained her to know they had to learn. ]

Maybe we should have learned to say yes to more things.

[ Like family time, learning to let go and step back for what was really important. ]

And no to others.

[ Like giving so much of themselves, making their discoveries available as weapons. ]

Hank Pym, I do seem to recall you were a rugged and handsome man who said he knew his way around hay bales.

[ He might be subtle in his approach but as per usual Janet was not. Her hands moved to smooth out the collar of his shirt before moving to drape her wrists over his shoulders. ]

I love seeing this side of you. And I agree Cassie would probably love a horse. So would Hope, Scott I'm not too sure about.

[Hank likes to think that Peggy had regrets. That maybe Howard did before he died. It's so strange to be one of the last men standing, one of the last of SHIELD even if he never really wanted to be there.

No. He's not saying yes to anything again without Hope and Janet. He's lost too damn much and given up too much to give it back. Each lesson hard earned and when she touches him he leans into that before putting his hands around her waist to hold her against him.]

All the more reason to get Cassie a horse. Hope can teach Cassie how to ride while she learns and I can be the wiley old codger cackling in the corner while Scott blows a gasket. The man deserves a few heart attacks after San Francisco and getting you back.

[If you had told Hank Pym he'd grow up to be that sort of an old man - wiley and sly- he would have told you to shove it. It is so much better then the alternatives. He forgives Scott. He'd forgive him anything but no one, not even Janet needs to know that. Scott does not deserve either of the women in his life but he has them and Hank has learned - years ago - to make due. The kid gets his respect.]

If you are referring to when I took you back to the homestead - [ugh] I think I proved that.

[His eyes soften with wonder, joy, hope - hope above all. Pulling her close to kiss her gently and sweetly he inhales.]

I can't believe you came back to me. It's a miracle.

[That Scott did. ugh. Still.]

His adoration turns into gratitude, sadness, love as he meets her gaze.]

[ She was pretty sure Hank Pym would have laughed in the face of anyone who told him he'd be any sort of old man one day. The man she'd met all those years ago seemed to feel like he could stop time on a whim. And now he was having the time of his life ribbing poor Scott.

As she saw it the two men were similar in many respects. Their devotion and drive, their inability to give up, the fierceness of their love for those they held dear. ]

You did, and looked surprisingly good in flannel.

[ He'd been so handsome, they had both been so young then. And both had the same failings of youth. They knew it all. If only that had been true. ]

I'm back now, that's all that matters.

I thought you didn't believe in miracles, Doctor Pym.

[ She returned the kiss, that little smile that just curled at the corners of her mouth turned up and she hummed a happy little sound before he pulled back. ]

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You know me too well.

[he hates how much time they lost because she still stirs things in him. Considering taking her hand and leading her away, he strokes her hair before keeping her against him ]

I could be convinced. [awe always fills him as he pulls her against him.] especially after everything. After seeing it and seeing you alive.

[here is what he hates. What he struggles with. There is a small small pinprick of light that wants to go back, wants to explore. He wants her to be his guide but he will never, never share this and perhaps-

There's only one person who might be able to see it but he thinks instead about the good things.]

Want to go down to the beach?

Or you could be rational and see that science provided me a way out as much as it provided me a way in. And like all painful growth, science can jump leaps ahead because of what we found.

[ Jan, reasonable...usually, logical, caring. She had that odd balance of personality that made her able to see things just a shade differently than Hank did. Or maybe he was just getting a little poetic and romantic in his years.

It was familiar and yet different with them now, being in his arms still gave her that fluttering of metaphoric butterflies in her stomach. They had both changed and gone through so much and so much of it alone, but the core of who they were remained the same and just as strong as ever.

And if she could read his mind he'd get smacked for even thinking of going back. ]

Yeah, I'd like that. I always did. I think.

[ Ah fun with trying to remember things after most of a lifetime spent in a subatomic world without beaches. There were amazing sights to see, but they were of a different sort. ]

[Hank? Hank Pym laughs. It's a little rough but it's there and while it's misused and a little rusty but it's real as he taked her hand and puts it against his cheek like a lost child, like an animal looking for affection.]

God I love you. [he grins.] rational behavior and logic are my favorite kind of pillowtalk.

[but yes. They are different. Still in love (no matter what universe, what impact, doomed or otherwise -)

Somewhere a great being stares with regret. They cannot interfere. More the pity for them both.

But she had been tempered further in steel and cosmic energy. He has driven himself to the edge of madness in grief held back only by Hope and Scott- yes Scott Lang's respect and caring.]

We used to go to the beach all the time. When you were pregnant and when Hope was really young. Now that we have our own private beach we...well. we could again.

Oh, I know. [ That almost feline smile of hers matched the quick wink she gave him. ]

[ It was good seeing him smile, better hearing him laugh. He carried a weight to him that he hadn't used to. ]

I would like that, [ She entwined her fingers with his. ] We still have so much to catch up on.

[he takes her hand and leads her to beach]

[Oh, look, it's a Q, holding a very content hairless sphynx wearing a sweater in her arms because what did you expect, gadgets? Classified espionage equipment? Please. There is obviously something more deserving of attention, and that is this cat.]

This is Ada Lovelace.

[Loki's holding a puppy that other than spewing flames every few seconds looks fairly normal. Kinda ugly. Also there's definitely the flames and glowing red eyes thing.]

This is Thori.

["BASTARD! MASTER PUT THORI DOWN OR THORI WILL RIP MASTER TO SHREDS!" the dog cries out. Oh yeah, he can talk.]

We've established this many times, Thori, but you're more than welcome to rip my enemies to shreds. If the situation calls for it, obviously. But not me. Besides, you look cuter when you're being held.

["THORI NOT CUTE! THORI IS VICIOUS!"]

Yes, yes...

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uuuh i have a horsie... neigh... neigh...

Nemesis 👾 Nemesis the Warlock

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Peter Burrows |OC

Paris | Greek mythology

Essek Thelyss | Critical Role | OTA

Thnisko/Death | Milton's Paradise Lost |OTA

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Yess

I'm sorry about him

Never be sorry Hank's an asshole

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AHHH!! WIFEEE!

Husband. Partner. Best Friend.

CLASSICS I'M SO HYPE

classics are classics for a reason

;_;

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[/sigh] Hank no.

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Private thread?

Why Mr. Pym, I'd love to.

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au!Q | James Bond

kid loki | 616 | ota