Reality 02: Clan Akkaba - Arrival - Log 1
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xp_logsGenesis - or Evan, as he prefers - meets with Excalibur in preparation for his return to his own dimension, with Namor having decided it's his duty to protect the young king and return him to his throne.
The chapel had been turned to a hub of activity since the team had picked up on the instability in the other dimension through their monitoring system. While they wouldn't be going in entirely blind this time, they were still in the process of finalizing their plan as quickly as possible so they could return Evan to his home. And, maybe more importantly, make sure his universe didn't collapse.
"I'm not gonna lie, I didn't expect something like this so soon into summer," Alani mumbled as she rested her elbow on Matt's shoulder. "Going off last time, I don't suppose the fix for this is gonna be something as easy as 'bring Evan back,' huh?"
"If it were, do you think we'd be sending a team like this?" he asked, adjusting his thigh strap before reaching for his helmet. "And why not? Did you think it would take summer vacation or something?"
"If it does, we should probably bring snacks. But it probably won't, right Clint?" Molly said. "Please say like two days tops. I gotta compete in a D&D tournament this weekend."
"Dunno," Clint said, adjusting his earpiece so it was more comfortable. Then he reached under his desk and pulled out a box of protein bars, which he offered to Molly. "Here, take these. We haven't run into any temporal fluctuations, but no idea if that's a possibility. The readings seem stable-ish, given what we know. Time stuff is potentially very messy." He offered her a smile, though. "Of course, you know all about that. Better than me."
Molly shrugged. "I mean. technically. But I didn't know time would be wibbly wobbly or timey wimey at the time. Guess we'll have to cross our fingers and hope for the best?" she said with a cheerful grin, then held up the box of protein bars. "And thanks!"
“That’s the only way, yeah. Probably also crossing our toes,” Meggan confirmed with a grin, even as she finished buckling the belt of her suit. Once she was suitably comfortable, she promptly grabbed her helmet from its place.
"I thought everyone knew time was wibbly wobbly?" Matt interjected, "Or was it that it's a man-made concept? Anyways. Time to load up and head out. Everyone ready?"
"Depends on the culture. Oh, you mean-" Alani paused and slowly shrugged, looking to Clint. "I think so? Do we feel like we're ready to pop in with our newest royal addition, figure it out and get back with hopefully no time lost?" As she spoke, she smoothed her hands across her suit, still getting used to it even though they'd done this before.
Clint looked from Alani to Namor and Evan and raised his eyebrows. "Majesties. You two ready?"
For this, he got one dark, skeptical eyebrow arched back from Evan’s self-designated protector. Namor’s serious demeanor was a sharp contrast to the levity of the rest of the room. “Tell me, Archer, is that all there is to this plan? No tactics?” He scoffed a little, continuing, "We cannot stand for just depositing His Royal Highness back into the clutches of an unstable kingdom. Those who have only benefited from His Majesty’s kidnapping.”
Namor let that chastisement rest for a beat to ensure he had the entire room’s attention, but only enough for his next statement to railroad over any feedback. “We anticipated this, however, and have taken liberty to draft a plan.”
His gaze settled on Evan, then, everything set for the Prince to take center stage.
WIth a nod to Namor, Evan came forward. "Thank you, Your Highness," he replied in much a similar style of speaking to Namor, but without the mockery or arrogance of the Atlantean. He was wearing a collection of donated clothes, his own having not survived the summoning spell, and even with faded jeans and an Xavier's t-shirt, he was able to project a sense of quiet authority and dignity. "It is true - my place as my country's king is not secure. My father - may peace be his - died a year ago, leaving me as his successor, even though I am not yet considered an adult. My father's chief minister was named as Regent, to assist and teach me until my twentieth birthday."
Molly nodded thoughtfully. "How soon is your birthday? Why were the Abrakadabras after you anyway? How did they even know about you?" she said in rapid fire before pausing.
"Er, sorry, er Highness. Something just seems Rotten in the State of...Whatever Your Kingdom is, if you know what I mean."
"Terra," he replied with a smile. "My kingdom is called Terra. I know not of the magicians, but I can tell you that the Regent had no intention of stepping aside once I became of age. I turned twenty six moons ago... and the Regent imprisoned me, telling the realm that I had died of fever. He couldn't actually kill me - to kill a king in my world is to be forever cursed. Perhaps he made contact with this Clan Akkaba to get rid of me permanently."
Meggan was sympathetic to his plight, no matter how odd the circumstances might seem to be. She even began to wonder if his people might be afraid he had been resurrected via necromancy if he was returned to them by their efforts; she hoped that wouldn’t be the case. She voiced her curiosity. “Since they’ve convinced everyone he’s died, would they think a ghost or zombie was in their midst? Instead of a living and breathing person meant for the throne?”
"Worked for Christianity," Matt pointed out. "We make him a god." Not ideal, but there was at least some precedent of a sort.
"Not to fear, friends," Evan said with a slightly amused smile. "My captors neglected to remember that servants are people, not just machines which serve. Among the workers, news of the truth of my situation spread. There is a rebellion afoot, it merely waits for its leader. If I could return..."
"... And that is what we will do." Namor's tone asked for no argument. "The people of Terra need their rightful order restored. We will correct what this Clan Akkaba — intruders from our world — have so recklessly disrupted. I will protect His Majesty as you gather his people."
"Love to hear it, Namor, but I will say it wouldn't hurt to have an extra person with you," Alani agreed with him, finding it much easier to start on that given the circumstances. Having the royals together was the best option and she was beyond thankful that Namor had shown an interest in helping. Turning to Evan, she gave him an easy smile. "Your Majesty, getting the word to your people that you're back and wanting to take your rightful place on the throne can easily be done. Do you know if there's any particular place they might be so some of us could do this for you?"
"There is. I can supply you with that information," Evan replied. "But how do you propose to return to Terra?"
"That's where I come in," Clint said, giving the AU royal a finger wave. "In an emergency, anyway. There's a button they can hit on their gauntlets to bring them home. If they can't hit it themselves, I can activate them from here." He checked his screens, double checked everyone's comms, and then nodded. "We're good to go, now that tactics have been discussed and decided." He gave Namor a smirk before continuing, "And wormhole activation in three... two... one!"
The chapel had been turned to a hub of activity since the team had picked up on the instability in the other dimension through their monitoring system. While they wouldn't be going in entirely blind this time, they were still in the process of finalizing their plan as quickly as possible so they could return Evan to his home. And, maybe more importantly, make sure his universe didn't collapse.
"I'm not gonna lie, I didn't expect something like this so soon into summer," Alani mumbled as she rested her elbow on Matt's shoulder. "Going off last time, I don't suppose the fix for this is gonna be something as easy as 'bring Evan back,' huh?"
"If it were, do you think we'd be sending a team like this?" he asked, adjusting his thigh strap before reaching for his helmet. "And why not? Did you think it would take summer vacation or something?"
"If it does, we should probably bring snacks. But it probably won't, right Clint?" Molly said. "Please say like two days tops. I gotta compete in a D&D tournament this weekend."
"Dunno," Clint said, adjusting his earpiece so it was more comfortable. Then he reached under his desk and pulled out a box of protein bars, which he offered to Molly. "Here, take these. We haven't run into any temporal fluctuations, but no idea if that's a possibility. The readings seem stable-ish, given what we know. Time stuff is potentially very messy." He offered her a smile, though. "Of course, you know all about that. Better than me."
Molly shrugged. "I mean. technically. But I didn't know time would be wibbly wobbly or timey wimey at the time. Guess we'll have to cross our fingers and hope for the best?" she said with a cheerful grin, then held up the box of protein bars. "And thanks!"
“That’s the only way, yeah. Probably also crossing our toes,” Meggan confirmed with a grin, even as she finished buckling the belt of her suit. Once she was suitably comfortable, she promptly grabbed her helmet from its place.
"I thought everyone knew time was wibbly wobbly?" Matt interjected, "Or was it that it's a man-made concept? Anyways. Time to load up and head out. Everyone ready?"
"Depends on the culture. Oh, you mean-" Alani paused and slowly shrugged, looking to Clint. "I think so? Do we feel like we're ready to pop in with our newest royal addition, figure it out and get back with hopefully no time lost?" As she spoke, she smoothed her hands across her suit, still getting used to it even though they'd done this before.
Clint looked from Alani to Namor and Evan and raised his eyebrows. "Majesties. You two ready?"
For this, he got one dark, skeptical eyebrow arched back from Evan’s self-designated protector. Namor’s serious demeanor was a sharp contrast to the levity of the rest of the room. “Tell me, Archer, is that all there is to this plan? No tactics?” He scoffed a little, continuing, "We cannot stand for just depositing His Royal Highness back into the clutches of an unstable kingdom. Those who have only benefited from His Majesty’s kidnapping.”
Namor let that chastisement rest for a beat to ensure he had the entire room’s attention, but only enough for his next statement to railroad over any feedback. “We anticipated this, however, and have taken liberty to draft a plan.”
His gaze settled on Evan, then, everything set for the Prince to take center stage.
WIth a nod to Namor, Evan came forward. "Thank you, Your Highness," he replied in much a similar style of speaking to Namor, but without the mockery or arrogance of the Atlantean. He was wearing a collection of donated clothes, his own having not survived the summoning spell, and even with faded jeans and an Xavier's t-shirt, he was able to project a sense of quiet authority and dignity. "It is true - my place as my country's king is not secure. My father - may peace be his - died a year ago, leaving me as his successor, even though I am not yet considered an adult. My father's chief minister was named as Regent, to assist and teach me until my twentieth birthday."
Molly nodded thoughtfully. "How soon is your birthday? Why were the Abrakadabras after you anyway? How did they even know about you?" she said in rapid fire before pausing.
"Er, sorry, er Highness. Something just seems Rotten in the State of...Whatever Your Kingdom is, if you know what I mean."
"Terra," he replied with a smile. "My kingdom is called Terra. I know not of the magicians, but I can tell you that the Regent had no intention of stepping aside once I became of age. I turned twenty six moons ago... and the Regent imprisoned me, telling the realm that I had died of fever. He couldn't actually kill me - to kill a king in my world is to be forever cursed. Perhaps he made contact with this Clan Akkaba to get rid of me permanently."
Meggan was sympathetic to his plight, no matter how odd the circumstances might seem to be. She even began to wonder if his people might be afraid he had been resurrected via necromancy if he was returned to them by their efforts; she hoped that wouldn’t be the case. She voiced her curiosity. “Since they’ve convinced everyone he’s died, would they think a ghost or zombie was in their midst? Instead of a living and breathing person meant for the throne?”
"Worked for Christianity," Matt pointed out. "We make him a god." Not ideal, but there was at least some precedent of a sort.
"Not to fear, friends," Evan said with a slightly amused smile. "My captors neglected to remember that servants are people, not just machines which serve. Among the workers, news of the truth of my situation spread. There is a rebellion afoot, it merely waits for its leader. If I could return..."
"... And that is what we will do." Namor's tone asked for no argument. "The people of Terra need their rightful order restored. We will correct what this Clan Akkaba — intruders from our world — have so recklessly disrupted. I will protect His Majesty as you gather his people."
"Love to hear it, Namor, but I will say it wouldn't hurt to have an extra person with you," Alani agreed with him, finding it much easier to start on that given the circumstances. Having the royals together was the best option and she was beyond thankful that Namor had shown an interest in helping. Turning to Evan, she gave him an easy smile. "Your Majesty, getting the word to your people that you're back and wanting to take your rightful place on the throne can easily be done. Do you know if there's any particular place they might be so some of us could do this for you?"
"There is. I can supply you with that information," Evan replied. "But how do you propose to return to Terra?"
"That's where I come in," Clint said, giving the AU royal a finger wave. "In an emergency, anyway. There's a button they can hit on their gauntlets to bring them home. If they can't hit it themselves, I can activate them from here." He checked his screens, double checked everyone's comms, and then nodded. "We're good to go, now that tactics have been discussed and decided." He gave Namor a smirk before continuing, "And wormhole activation in three... two... one!"
