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Clea approaches Stephen in the library and makes a suggestion that is both complicated and incredibly easy to agree to.


Our friends are there and the way I see it, we can still come back to Kamar-Taj for our training and reading duties... )
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Hope Abbott, Stephen Strange and Ty Johnson keep possessed technology from leaving the mansion and getting down to Avalon.

You think I can expense out my X-box to the mansion? )

Marie-Ange hands a package off to Jubilee to get it out of the mansion quickly.

What’s in it? Should I bring a hammer? Is this a crocodile type of situation? )
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clea finally moves suites and Stephen proposes, with a key.
Goodbye suite. I hardly used you. )
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Separated from Garrison and Natasha, Jean and Stephen are forced to confront their own fears.

Read more... )

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Garrison, Jean, Natasha, and Stephen find the haunted house's ballroom, as well as some red in one's ledger.

Read more... )

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Garrison, Jean, Natasha, and Stephen arrive in a "haunted" house. They soon find the house is as advertised when an old foe comes calling.

Read more... )

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The rest of the group finishes off the cultists at the airport, and Wanda makes an interesting discovery.

Thank god for cultists who don't wear body armor )

Topaz ends up back at the place where everything started.

Trigger Warning: Language, Violence, Blood - Minor Character Death.

You sacrificed two of your brothers and your sister just because you're mad someone else had it easier? Because someone else escaped? )
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Kuurth is laying waste to Los Angeles.

Breaker of Stone )

Nerkkod has attacked Tokyo’s main port.

Natasha stepped out of Clarice's portal already intently scanning the destroyed area in front of them. Containers, cranes, and metal siding were crumpled haphazardly all over the place. Her guns were drawn with the specially prepped bullets dipped in her venom loaded. Her last resort would be using the additional venom however she saw fit. Dirt and debris covered everything in sight. There wasn't much still left standing in the shipping area and even what remained had an off kilter look to them. "Eyes open," she whispered to the people stepping out with her. "It's too quiet." The air felt tinged with fear and something impending.

The next figure to emerge from the portal was a foil to Natasha's caution. Namor strode out with every bit of confidence that comes from being a king and practically invulnerable could give a person, matched with the generous helping of ego those two things also provided. His first impression was the overall wetness: the smell of ocean salt was crisp in the air in this "Port of Tokyo," but all of the expected shipping containers, boats, and cranes were scattered out of the order that had been promised by surveillance photos in this team's briefing as if they had been tossed by a god's hand. That, and everything -- everything -- was covered in water.

Namor smiled smugly. There was only one king of the sea here, and that person carried a trident.

The once-king was airborne only a few steps outside the portal as the rest of the team filed out, and that height advantage painted a picture of the battle to come: swirling set of whirpools were tossing waves at the land like an angry sea god as an airborne mech circled cautiously out of reach, both juxtaposed against the flat horizon of the sea. Behind the port, there seemed to be a mess of military barring access between this industrial district and the actual city with only a few scattered civilians scrambling away from the battle and toward the blockade; a swarm of ants painted against the backdrop of a sprawling metropolis and a distance white-capped mountain. Strangely, there were limp bodies scattered amid the carnage of a harbor. Odd.

Recon gathered, the dark-featured Atlantean swooped back down from the sky to his allies as his smug smirk melted into a considered, battle-ready grimace. The group was still getting their bearings and getting cover. Good. "The Revenger and the Worthy are toying with each other out at sea like children. We should engage immediately."

Alani glanced around the area as she followed closely behind the group. The destruction she could immediately see made her more nervous than she was willing to let on, and she cleared her throat to cover it up. "This Worthy guy, he just smashes?"

Sharon felt the body armor settle around her like a long lost friend and with casual ease she checked her weapons, scanning her surroundings at the same time. "This feels all wrong... with all the damage, there should be more casualties. Something isn't adding up here."

"When does it ever on things like this?" Jean-Phillipe asked. Cynicism came easy to him, after all, though he would say it was the voice of experience. He was scanning around, looking for people. Sharon was right, though, for this much carnage there were essentially no bodies lying around.

Nerkodd wordlessly lowered his hammer into the water, channeling power through it to summon several water spouts and targeting them toward the newcomers. He leaned onto the hammer and continued his onslaught, watching and waiting for the pesky, puny mortals to be swept away under the waves and out of his sight.

"My experience it never does," Natasha said in response. There was always some kind of explanation for the out of the ordinary. She'd never walked into a situation and not uncovered that it had more of a story to it. She headed toward what would be the main terminal of the port by her mental map but then dodged the large water spout aiming right for her. "Looks like we have part of our explanation!" She dived behind what was remaining of a low wall to avoid the brunt of another wave.

"Fishy dude... Namor..." Sharon called out as she flipped out of the way of yet another sprout. "Can't you shut this guy up in some way? This is getting..." She dove out the way of yet another wave of water. "... annoying. And we can't fight him if he is out there somewhere!!!"

She was met with a glare. "You will address Us as Our Title Befits, medic." Still, Namor gripped this trident tighter and turned an eye toward the sea. "I will easily remove this 'Worthy' from the sea. Amuse yourselves by finding a way to contain him further."

With that, the Atlantean was up. Or he would have been.

From where she'd found cover from the jet of water, Alani snorted. With the immediate blast passed, she dusted herself off and called out to the Atlantean. "Hey, your Highness, how about I help you wrangle this motherfucker?”

War Machine lifted off, streaking of in the sky in the direction from where the water blasts were coming from/had came form. His shoulder guns unfolded and he released a full barrage of ammo against the Worthy, but had to roll to stay out of the way of an incoming water blast.

"We've only a few minutes at best to find a way to kick his ass! Fishy dude seemed pretty annoyed." Sharon called out to the two remaining people of their team. "Any ideas?"



"Wasn't there something in the mission reports about electricity?" Natasha glanced around the partially destroyed port around them. "Either way, there's probably something we can do with the down transformers and power lines to capitalize on the fact that this Asgardian wannabe likes playing with water."

"I am going to hurt everywhere when this is over," Jean-Phillipe observed. But it was apropos that a tactic he had attempted to use on Thor once upon a time should be brought to bear against one of the Worthy, he supposed. Grabbing one of the sparking power lines, he lugged it toward the water line. "Everyone who cannot resist electricity should exit the water," he muttered over the comms before stepping waist deep into the churning waves. Letting the power from the grid flow over him, and adding his own to the mix, he wrestled with more amperage than he had ever channeled before.

Then, steeling himself, when the surge had reached almost the point that he was about to pass out from the exertion, he jammed the cable down into the water, directing the wild arc of energy as best he could toward Nerkodd. The energy blasted into the Worthy, and the massive jolt of feedback, with a loud noise like a backfiring truck, sent Jean-Phillipe up and out of the water to land roughly in a sprawled heap.

The blast of energy smashed head-on into Nerkodd, encasing his entire body and wracking him with pain throughout. He tried to scream but he couldn't open his mouth, his entire body was tense and immovable. Then, as quickly as it had struck him, it flowed out of him, leaving him limp and motionless. His hammer crashed back down out of his hand and into the water, followed immediately by his still body, floating in place.

Breaker of Oceans )

Skirn is in Mexico City.

Breaker of Men )


Mokk is threatening the ancient city of Jerusalem.

Breaker of Faith )
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A group of newly de-aged mansionites - Angelo, Alex, Hope, Marie-Ange, Jean-Phillipe and Stephen - find themselves a little… wrapped up.

”So...yeah...I )
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Topaz drops in to Snow Valley to visit Clea. And you know, casually apologize for being a self-sacrificing idiot who needed to be rescued.

But if anyone steals you away again, you can bet I will be there to find you. )



Same discussion, different person. Stephen is surprisingly wise. And then he's Stephen again and all is right.

When you start winning every time, it's time to find new opponents before you get comfortable )
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Team Magic - Clea, Stephen,Ty, and Illyana - take out the demon guards and the warding around the Destines hideout.

Please don’t let these people be the ones I die with )

Spies don’t like it when you take something that belongs to them.

He hides away and does his spooky voice, we blow up his fucking house. Seems fair. )



An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

Warning: Blood, gore

Marie-Ange/Dom vs. Adam )

* * * * * *

Blood magic isn’t safe for anyone. Even - and perhaps especially - for the one using it.

Warning: Blood, gore

Doug/Wanda vs. Grace )


Team Magic finds Topaz. To say she’s not in good shape is an understatement.

So who wants to try lucky door number 5? )


Ty returns to a very bloody scene, and four very beat up people. It’s probably still a victory.

Called for our uber. ETA in minutes )

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