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Jul. 4th, 2006 03:30 pmHe's fifteen and a half years old and he remembers how to fight.
It is an unusual style, filled with pieces of what Max, Faith, Miho, and Ted taught him, as well as the new stuff he learned in Hell. He remembers pieces of it, and, those first few days,days that roll into weeks, back on the Rock, he practices. Hard.
He runs and works himself hard and feels the toning he can't fully remember earning. He has more muscles then he knew before, and his body knows instinctive moves, things he has never known before.
So he practices, and works hard, and finds his body has shifted. He has a touch more strength and speed then he used to have, and he is taller, and he weighs more.
His time at the Rock has changed now, as well. He doesn't have to be Captain Marvel any more. He still retains a connection to the magic, for the core of it is inside him all the time, even though the bulk of it is elsewhen. He can even leave and go on missions again, even if he has to live on the Rock.
A lot of time passes, for him, as he deal with life, and with changes.
He smiles one day as he notices a familiar Door once more shimmering as he passes it.
He takes his time though, getting ready, before he finally faces the door again and hefting a pack, opens it, and steps into Milliways.
It is an unusual style, filled with pieces of what Max, Faith, Miho, and Ted taught him, as well as the new stuff he learned in Hell. He remembers pieces of it, and, those first few days,days that roll into weeks, back on the Rock, he practices. Hard.
He runs and works himself hard and feels the toning he can't fully remember earning. He has more muscles then he knew before, and his body knows instinctive moves, things he has never known before.
So he practices, and works hard, and finds his body has shifted. He has a touch more strength and speed then he used to have, and he is taller, and he weighs more.
His time at the Rock has changed now, as well. He doesn't have to be Captain Marvel any more. He still retains a connection to the magic, for the core of it is inside him all the time, even though the bulk of it is elsewhen. He can even leave and go on missions again, even if he has to live on the Rock.
A lot of time passes, for him, as he deal with life, and with changes.
He smiles one day as he notices a familiar Door once more shimmering as he passes it.
He takes his time though, getting ready, before he finally faces the door again and hefting a pack, opens it, and steps into Milliways.