The Pen is...
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: A wand isn't the only thing Frankenstein needs as a witch.
Notes: Witch AU
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,144
Status: Complete
"Ha, you're surrounded!"
Frankenstein looked around, seeing three Union agents flanking him. He'd noticed their presences trailing after him a while ago, but he had hoped there would be more.
He sighed, reaching for his shirt pocket.
The agent lifted his gun. "What are you doing?"
"If you followed me, you know I'm unarmed, yes?" His suit was fitted so it would be difficult to conceal a weapon without revealing its shape.
The agent narrowed his eyes at him, but didn't shoot as Frankenstein slid his pen out of the pocket, the metal warm to his touch. The pen resonated and Frankenstein smiled as he twirled the pen between his fingers.
"Do you really think you can buy us off?" the second agent scoffed.
"I could offer you far more money than whatever you're being paid in the Union," Frankenstein said. If the agents were even being paid. "But as you said, I doubt you would accept."
The wind picked up, Frankenstein seeing sigils brighten into existence behind the agents as he continued to draw the spells in the air.
"I didn't think it would be this easy to grab a witch," the first agent said with a laugh. "Did you forget your wand at home?"
Frankenstein's smile grew into a sharp smirk. "We're no longer in the times where wooden sticks are the preferred method of spell casting."
The agent watched Frankenstein's hand, his eyes widening. "Wait-"
"We use whatever we want."
Frankenstein slashed his pen down, activating the sigils.
* * *
Frankenstein tucked his pen back into his pocket, looking around, resisting the urge to cross his arms, in case more agents were yet to arrive.
"That was disappointing," he muttered. Was the calibre of the Union really that low? He extended his senses out to double-check he was alone, but there was no auras tinged with bloodlust nearby.
There was one very familiar aura on the neighbouring rooftop, however.
Muzaka dropped down, his hands shoved in his pockets as he peered at the collapsed agents. "Ya coulda called me, ya know." He threw one agent over his shoulder, his membraned wings and horns visible for a second from Frankenstein's periphery. "It's what I'm here for."
"I handled it," Frankenstein said, amused. "There was no need to call you." It would have been a waste of Muzaka's power.
Muzaka chuckled, throwing the second agent over his other shoulder. "I guess you need me to clean up at least."
...And that was a bigger waste of Muzaka's power, hm.
"That wasn't why I summoned you," Frankenstein said, picking up the last agent and following Muzaka up to the rooftops.
"Oh?" Muzaka said over his shoulder as started rooftop hopping.
"Insurance," Frankenstein said. As powerful as he was, there was always a chance he would be taken by surprise. "And...also for company." Though he hadn't realised it at the time.
Muzaka grinned back at him. "That I can do," he said with a laugh.
* * *
Frankenstein hissed, his skin prickling from the magic trap under him, unable to move his legs.
He heard the gunshot before the sharp pain registered in his abdomen.
"It's pretty reckless to wander without guards," the Union agent said, jumping down from the rooftop as Frankenstein clutched his side, the trap keeping him upright. The agent kept an eye on Frankenstein's hands, and nodded. "You should have been picked up earlier."
Frankenstein raised an eyebrow as he panted, his inherent magic working to knit his wound back together, even without a spell. "That would be because more aren't needed." He could sense there were at least five agents around him, this time some were also magic users. He should have sensed them earlier but he'd been distracted with a deal he'd been trying to close. They were out of sight though, hm.
And there was another aura, getting closer with each passing second.
"More?" the agent scoffed. "You don't have anyone watching your back."
There was something... Frankenstein hid his frown. The bullet may have been laced with something, or maybe it was additional effect of the magic trap. Which would explain why the agent still wasn't approaching. Cautious. That was rare in a Union agent.
Frankenstein smiled instead, feeling Muzaka on the edge of his awareness. "And just how closely...have you been monitoring me?" His thoughts were starting to dull and slow. Damn. Hopefully he would be able to continue on long enough.
"A week," the agent said with a click of the tongue. "Not that you noticed with our superior tech."
He breathed a laugh, his abdomen aching at the jolts. True, he hadn't sensed himself being followed, but then that had to also mean... "I have a question..." Frankenstein drew out, his vision wavering. He continued on before the agent could answer. "Did you know there are certain beings of magic that can't be perceived by current technology?"
The agent straightened, eyes darting around her. "What did you do?"
"Really now," Frankenstein wheezed, smiling, "relying on technology to entirely replace your eyes leaves you open to some very big blind spots." He paused, and then conceded the advantages it gave them. "Even if it does mean you don't come close enough to be detected." Unenhanced eyes could be easily fooled and misdirected, but so could mechanical ones.
Muzaka lunged from the wall next to the agent, shadows still clinging to his horns and wings. He made short work of her and left her body to drop to the ground as he hurried to Frankenstein's side. He scratched the sigil and with it broken, the sigil disappeared from sight.
Frankenstein sagged, no longer being kept upright, and Muzaka caught him before he fell.
"Thanks for keepin' them distracted," Muzaka murmured, pulling Frankenstein's shirt up to check on his wound. It ached, but it wasn't freely bleeding anymore.
"Thank you for taking them out for me," Frankenstein said. He sighed, leaning against Muzaka as he waited for his strength to return. "She didn't even notice her teammates being taken out." That was another problem of not having line of sight with each other.
Muzaka chuckled, curling a wing around Frankenstein. "That's 'cause you're so good at keepin' them distracted, heh."
"And you work quickly," Frankenstein said, smiling as he closed his eyes. He felt Muzaka's hand rest on his forehead.
"You all right?"
"Better now that you're here," he murmured, feeling his blood thrum in his veins. "Shouldn't be too long for me shake off whatever they used."
"Hm. Let's get you back home," Muzaka said as he scooped him up. "Called in the clean-up crew so we can go."
Frankenstein heard cars approaching and nodded, Muzaka jumping to the rooftop a second later.
This wasn't exactly what he'd summoned Muzaka for either, but it was a nice bonus.
Inspired by thependragonwritersguild prompt '“We don’t use wands anymore. This isn’t the 12th century.”
Summary: A wand isn't the only thing Frankenstein needs as a witch.
Notes: Witch AU
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,144
Status: Complete
"Ha, you're surrounded!"
Frankenstein looked around, seeing three Union agents flanking him. He'd noticed their presences trailing after him a while ago, but he had hoped there would be more.
He sighed, reaching for his shirt pocket.
The agent lifted his gun. "What are you doing?"
"If you followed me, you know I'm unarmed, yes?" His suit was fitted so it would be difficult to conceal a weapon without revealing its shape.
The agent narrowed his eyes at him, but didn't shoot as Frankenstein slid his pen out of the pocket, the metal warm to his touch. The pen resonated and Frankenstein smiled as he twirled the pen between his fingers.
"Do you really think you can buy us off?" the second agent scoffed.
"I could offer you far more money than whatever you're being paid in the Union," Frankenstein said. If the agents were even being paid. "But as you said, I doubt you would accept."
The wind picked up, Frankenstein seeing sigils brighten into existence behind the agents as he continued to draw the spells in the air.
"I didn't think it would be this easy to grab a witch," the first agent said with a laugh. "Did you forget your wand at home?"
Frankenstein's smile grew into a sharp smirk. "We're no longer in the times where wooden sticks are the preferred method of spell casting."
The agent watched Frankenstein's hand, his eyes widening. "Wait-"
"We use whatever we want."
Frankenstein slashed his pen down, activating the sigils.
Frankenstein tucked his pen back into his pocket, looking around, resisting the urge to cross his arms, in case more agents were yet to arrive.
"That was disappointing," he muttered. Was the calibre of the Union really that low? He extended his senses out to double-check he was alone, but there was no auras tinged with bloodlust nearby.
There was one very familiar aura on the neighbouring rooftop, however.
Muzaka dropped down, his hands shoved in his pockets as he peered at the collapsed agents. "Ya coulda called me, ya know." He threw one agent over his shoulder, his membraned wings and horns visible for a second from Frankenstein's periphery. "It's what I'm here for."
"I handled it," Frankenstein said, amused. "There was no need to call you." It would have been a waste of Muzaka's power.
Muzaka chuckled, throwing the second agent over his other shoulder. "I guess you need me to clean up at least."
...And that was a bigger waste of Muzaka's power, hm.
"That wasn't why I summoned you," Frankenstein said, picking up the last agent and following Muzaka up to the rooftops.
"Oh?" Muzaka said over his shoulder as started rooftop hopping.
"Insurance," Frankenstein said. As powerful as he was, there was always a chance he would be taken by surprise. "And...also for company." Though he hadn't realised it at the time.
Muzaka grinned back at him. "That I can do," he said with a laugh.
Frankenstein hissed, his skin prickling from the magic trap under him, unable to move his legs.
He heard the gunshot before the sharp pain registered in his abdomen.
"It's pretty reckless to wander without guards," the Union agent said, jumping down from the rooftop as Frankenstein clutched his side, the trap keeping him upright. The agent kept an eye on Frankenstein's hands, and nodded. "You should have been picked up earlier."
Frankenstein raised an eyebrow as he panted, his inherent magic working to knit his wound back together, even without a spell. "That would be because more aren't needed." He could sense there were at least five agents around him, this time some were also magic users. He should have sensed them earlier but he'd been distracted with a deal he'd been trying to close. They were out of sight though, hm.
And there was another aura, getting closer with each passing second.
"More?" the agent scoffed. "You don't have anyone watching your back."
There was something... Frankenstein hid his frown. The bullet may have been laced with something, or maybe it was additional effect of the magic trap. Which would explain why the agent still wasn't approaching. Cautious. That was rare in a Union agent.
Frankenstein smiled instead, feeling Muzaka on the edge of his awareness. "And just how closely...have you been monitoring me?" His thoughts were starting to dull and slow. Damn. Hopefully he would be able to continue on long enough.
"A week," the agent said with a click of the tongue. "Not that you noticed with our superior tech."
He breathed a laugh, his abdomen aching at the jolts. True, he hadn't sensed himself being followed, but then that had to also mean... "I have a question..." Frankenstein drew out, his vision wavering. He continued on before the agent could answer. "Did you know there are certain beings of magic that can't be perceived by current technology?"
The agent straightened, eyes darting around her. "What did you do?"
"Really now," Frankenstein wheezed, smiling, "relying on technology to entirely replace your eyes leaves you open to some very big blind spots." He paused, and then conceded the advantages it gave them. "Even if it does mean you don't come close enough to be detected." Unenhanced eyes could be easily fooled and misdirected, but so could mechanical ones.
Muzaka lunged from the wall next to the agent, shadows still clinging to his horns and wings. He made short work of her and left her body to drop to the ground as he hurried to Frankenstein's side. He scratched the sigil and with it broken, the sigil disappeared from sight.
Frankenstein sagged, no longer being kept upright, and Muzaka caught him before he fell.
"Thanks for keepin' them distracted," Muzaka murmured, pulling Frankenstein's shirt up to check on his wound. It ached, but it wasn't freely bleeding anymore.
"Thank you for taking them out for me," Frankenstein said. He sighed, leaning against Muzaka as he waited for his strength to return. "She didn't even notice her teammates being taken out." That was another problem of not having line of sight with each other.
Muzaka chuckled, curling a wing around Frankenstein. "That's 'cause you're so good at keepin' them distracted, heh."
"And you work quickly," Frankenstein said, smiling as he closed his eyes. He felt Muzaka's hand rest on his forehead.
"You all right?"
"Better now that you're here," he murmured, feeling his blood thrum in his veins. "Shouldn't be too long for me shake off whatever they used."
"Hm. Let's get you back home," Muzaka said as he scooped him up. "Called in the clean-up crew so we can go."
Frankenstein heard cars approaching and nodded, Muzaka jumping to the rooftop a second later.
This wasn't exactly what he'd summoned Muzaka for either, but it was a nice bonus.
Inspired by thependragonwritersguild prompt '“We don’t use wands anymore. This isn’t the 12th century.”