[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=6644ff]Jack Hawthorne[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1071511694637006920/1107753925676900392/20230515_153755_0000.png?width=1111&height=625[/img][hr][b][color=6644ff]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
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So far, it seemed no one else wanted to trust Witchfire's offer. And as someone who understood that interdimensional travel was... [i]Complicated[/i] to say the least, Jack wasn't so inclined either. He didn't know who OMEN was, but Carolina's story suggested they were speaking with a dead woman. [i]That[/i] was somewhat alarming to him, but the Veil was always thinnest on this night. Anything could cross to anywhere, and stumble upon any place by accident if they weren't careful. And even when it wasn't, one did not simply open a door across it, even Jack himself had to perform mental calculations as to where he was going. But what really got his attention was what Madalyne said. She was tortured in this very castle, and Sym did something to Ananym. He waited a moment, and turned to give the purple demon a silent glare. One that would've been a death sentence in its own right, were it not for the circumstances. Jack calmly made a mental note to shred him to ribbons at a later date. [color=6644ff]"I will assume that Ananym has been tended to, and that my friend was not left to rot in your dungeon, demon. Surely, your Lady would not allow you to leave a child there, in whatever state you may have wished upon her."[/color] Ananym could take care of herself, but she was a kid, and Jack had a habit of feeling protective about people he cared for. 

[I]Wait.[/i]

Something came to Jack, suddenly. Ananym was a strange child, she always had been. The girl had a knack for mimicking sounds. He once heard her openly call Belasco a "little piss boy" in [i]his[/i] voice, and had never laughed so hard in his life. During his last stay in Limbo, the two spent plenty of time together, enough that she showed him several of the books she had been reading on impersonating people. Glamor magic, something he found quite menacing. She showed Jack something she had been practicing, and it was quite convincing. 

Time worked in strange ways... How long had this woman been in Limbo, to have not only known Carolina, but to make it to her position? It did not add up. If "October" truly was dead, then how did Ananym find her body, or her voice? [i]Was[/i] that the voice of "October?" Ananym was a dangerous person, she could've been through any number of things up to this point. Being the daughter of Belasco, she no doubt had access to all his books and sources. But [i]why?[/i] Why this woman in particular? 

Whatever the reason, she obviously had something to hide, so he didn't even think to blow her cover.

Maintaining his composure and the raging poker face he had going on, Jack returned his attention to Witchfire. [color=6644ff]"As we were just saying... I'm afraid I have to agree with her entirely."[/color] Jack gestured to Prudence, who seemed to instantly clock Witchfire as suspicious. [color=6644ff]"I regularly travel across the universe, and I've rarely met others like me who can open portals through it. I certainly would expect the queen of Limbo to have such power, especially on the night when the Veil is weakest. But the ruler has her machinations- Her own visions for the realm. And [i]everyone[/i] else at this table must be greatly powerful in their own rights to have made it here today. Some of us have a responsibility we must see to,"[/color] Ed was right about this. Did he know Strange too? [color=6644ff]"But for those who would go home, what would you ask in return for safe passage?"[/color] He wanted to add on his own experience with portals tonight. But Witchfire could easily use that to deem him incompetent, saying that there was no way to know if it was his magic or magic in general that was acting up. Jack suspected it was the Veil slowly cracking open, but perhaps she knew about this already.