Genesis - Part Four
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xp_logsThe anomaly did not make it far.
Molly was in the middle of about to headbutt a table who had wrapped its legs around her when the table abruptly went back to normal, smacking onto the ground with a heavy clatter. Everything seemed to be back to the way it was, and it was very quiet (or it would have been except for the blaring alarm and the sounds of people struggling so--okay not very quiet).
Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, Molly yanked herself to her feet. "I'm on it! Yana, can you free Namor and Marius?" she said, making a mad dash out of the room. Hopefully Pinkie Pie left a trail of damage for her to follow.
Illyana grunted an acknowledgement, sword sheathed on her back rather than disappearing back into her body. Still strong and partially armored, she worked swiftly until Namor was free, gave her fellow displaced noble a nod, and disappeared into the basement.
A loud string of Russian filtered up the stairs soon after, followed by sounds of destruction as she ripped up the floor trapping Marius in place. "Next time we incapacitate intruder first," she said flatly, giving Marius a disgruntled look before whirling on her heel and stomping up the stairs.
By the time the other three joined Molly outside they found the intruder had calmed down considerably. So considerably, in fact, she appeared to have gone into some kind of hibernation.
A huge golden sphere glistened on the chapel lawn. In the centre a dark form could be seen: the stranger, curled in a foetal position and apparently unconscious, like a fly caught in amber.
"Well," said Marius, still covered in tile dust, "that's certainly one way to conclude a fight. What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything!" Molly said, holding up her hands. "She made the furniture go all Beauty and the Beast and messed up Illyana's portals and--W-T-F is that?" she added, pronouncing each letter as she eyed the weird looking giant gold balloon on the lawn.
"Gotta say, today's been extra weird."
"Enough of this nonsense." Namor's statement started life as a howl, but as he clenched his throat and framed it into words, biting each one off between his teeth. "We traffic in the weird. Be it she metaphorizes into something more inhuman or not, this state is at least more pleasant."
Namor, pride-sore and haughty, did what came naturally: he strode forward and poked the golden cocoon with the non-business side of his trident. It undulated under the pressure, but did not explode into glitter, phase out of existence, or collapse into a singularity between dimensions.
"Fragile," he concluded. "Still, either option – a giant, dread snake, or the same girl refreshed in power – has the same solution. We move her to where she can be contained."
"A sound precaution. However, the structure seems a bit . . . delicate." Marius eyed the glossy sac for a moment, turned to Illyana, and gave the Russian sorceress his most winning smile.
"Could you be prevailed upon for one last portal?"
Soulsword gleamed in the sunlight as Illyana hefted it in both hands. "Have much better idea. We end threat before she and other terror destroy entire grounds." With that, she stalked toward the sphere, intent on stopping this particular threat to the mansion.
Molly was in the middle of about to headbutt a table who had wrapped its legs around her when the table abruptly went back to normal, smacking onto the ground with a heavy clatter. Everything seemed to be back to the way it was, and it was very quiet (or it would have been except for the blaring alarm and the sounds of people struggling so--okay not very quiet).
Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, Molly yanked herself to her feet. "I'm on it! Yana, can you free Namor and Marius?" she said, making a mad dash out of the room. Hopefully Pinkie Pie left a trail of damage for her to follow.
Illyana grunted an acknowledgement, sword sheathed on her back rather than disappearing back into her body. Still strong and partially armored, she worked swiftly until Namor was free, gave her fellow displaced noble a nod, and disappeared into the basement.
A loud string of Russian filtered up the stairs soon after, followed by sounds of destruction as she ripped up the floor trapping Marius in place. "Next time we incapacitate intruder first," she said flatly, giving Marius a disgruntled look before whirling on her heel and stomping up the stairs.
By the time the other three joined Molly outside they found the intruder had calmed down considerably. So considerably, in fact, she appeared to have gone into some kind of hibernation.
A huge golden sphere glistened on the chapel lawn. In the centre a dark form could be seen: the stranger, curled in a foetal position and apparently unconscious, like a fly caught in amber.
"Well," said Marius, still covered in tile dust, "that's certainly one way to conclude a fight. What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything!" Molly said, holding up her hands. "She made the furniture go all Beauty and the Beast and messed up Illyana's portals and--W-T-F is that?" she added, pronouncing each letter as she eyed the weird looking giant gold balloon on the lawn.
"Gotta say, today's been extra weird."
"Enough of this nonsense." Namor's statement started life as a howl, but as he clenched his throat and framed it into words, biting each one off between his teeth. "We traffic in the weird. Be it she metaphorizes into something more inhuman or not, this state is at least more pleasant."
Namor, pride-sore and haughty, did what came naturally: he strode forward and poked the golden cocoon with the non-business side of his trident. It undulated under the pressure, but did not explode into glitter, phase out of existence, or collapse into a singularity between dimensions.
"Fragile," he concluded. "Still, either option – a giant, dread snake, or the same girl refreshed in power – has the same solution. We move her to where she can be contained."
"A sound precaution. However, the structure seems a bit . . . delicate." Marius eyed the glossy sac for a moment, turned to Illyana, and gave the Russian sorceress his most winning smile.
"Could you be prevailed upon for one last portal?"
Soulsword gleamed in the sunlight as Illyana hefted it in both hands. "Have much better idea. We end threat before she and other terror destroy entire grounds." With that, she stalked toward the sphere, intent on stopping this particular threat to the mansion.
