[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/2c7919d1c6222c4f923a38e3e509c948/tumblr_inline_odikgj8J1Y1rifr4k_250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] New Orleans Botanical Gardens
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Guin hadn't really known what to expect as she went through the imagined door with Andy, sword in hand. Maybe a dragon - some sort of heroic scene, with a dramatic castle atop a pit of lava. Instead, they entered what seemed to be a serene field of flowers, without a threat in sight. They weren't alone either - two others were with them. Jean Grey (Guin tried not to roll her eyes at the former host of the Phoenix, tried not to complain that Jean hadn't done a ton to deescalate this situation just yet, as she knew the other telepath would hear those thoughts). And Mary - or a Mary that was, at least. 

	Guin squinted a bit at the child, trying to decide what this all meant - if this kid was all that was left of Mary, or just a fragment of a greater whole. Or maybe she was reading into it all too deeply. This stuff, telepathy mutant things, they didn't come to her as naturally as machines did. It was like taking a test where the stakes were life and death, but she hadn't even known what subject to study for. She gritted her teeth slightly. [color=cc33ff]"What should we do, Jean? Ask the kid where to go? We're running out of time and we're just.."[/color] 

	Just wasting it, Guin thought somewhat bitterly. 

	She'd sent a message to her father, explaining the situation and asking him to show up in force with the Avengers if they couldn't deescalate things. She had no idea how much time had passed since she and Annie had entered Mary's head. They could have minutes still - or seconds - or maybe it was already too late. 

	She had a sword. 

	Guin wanted something clear and concrete to slay. 	


[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=f26522]Avery Spellman[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/86cec6d38d47218f7dafbb840a74b7f1/2089eac01cae8eb6-05/s250x400/1e755ce4912f22c6e13fb41c2a3d9d26d767286b.gif[/img][hr][b][color=f26522]Location:[/color][/b] Chandrilar -> Right Outside New Orleans
[b][color=f26522]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Ben frowned, deeply concerned when his husband wasn't able to open them a portal to New Orleans - the city where everyone he cared about in the world was currently located. His son was there, James and Casper - and as much as he hated him, his father was there still too, no doubt spitting abuse at the dust bunnies after all of his adopted children abandoned him. That had been the one good thing about Ben's death at the age of 17 - it had gotten him away from his father. "Max, if you can't get in - can they get out?" he asked, trying to keep the fear from rising in his throat. He knew James and Casper would protect the kids with their lives - but he didn't want it to come to that. He wanted better for the boys, for Danni and Dorian, than he had had. 

	More concerning though was what else was mentioned - that the Phoenix couldn't have been the one responsible, as magic was its weakness. (Something Ben wished he'd known earlier - if he had, he would have pushed for them visiting Strange instead of this alien world). It must have been someone or something skilled in magic then - something more powerful than Max, of which Ben didn't think there were more than a handful of mages that met that criteria. 

	[color=f26522]"Wait... The last time this happened, Jean Grey was being manipulated by the Hellfire Club,"[/color] Avery recalled. They'd attended Xavier's School as a student - and it was hard not to know the story, surrounded by other mutant kids eager to gossip about the school's most famous alumni. [color=f26522]"...Maybe that's happening here, too,"[/color] they concluded. [color=f26522]"This person, they could be manipulating the Phoenix."[/color] They bit their lip, unhappy with the thought process, but unable to shake themself of the conclusion. It wasn't just Mary that they needed to handle - it was someone else. 

	They looked to Carolina for a moment, wondering if she ought to ask her sister for more than a quinjet. The situation just seemed to be continuously spiraling out of control, getting worse and worse by the moment. If someone powerful enough to stop Max, the greatest wizard that ever lived, probably the Once and Future Sorcerer Supreme... What chance did they stand? Maybe instead of going off to face the Phoenix, they ought to go beg the Scarlet Witch to construct a new bubble reality for them all to hide in and wait out the destruction. 

	"Aye, I will call for Heimdall now," Runa said with a nod. She didn't have much of an idea herself as to who might be responsible for this - there were sorcerers and wizards across the galaxy, all with their own motives and opportunities. "Thank you again, Empress," she bowed her head. "Asgard owes you a great debt - as does all living life." And then Runa turned, stretching her hand outwards. "Heimdall, if you please - to Midgard's village of New Orleans!"

	And then in a burst of rainbow light, the BiFrost engulfed the small party, and within seconds, they were outside New Orleans - quite literally just outside the city limits.