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@Zeroth Make the cool thing your PC did fundamentally impossible without someone else's PCs. Like someone with super strength throwing your pc at a giant monster to fuck it up at point blank range.
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I invented necromancy and the windmill. I beat the sun in a poker match during the summer of 1273 and God hasn't felt the same since.


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Raven's Rest




The Manse went down, that thing went tumbling, and shots started whispering out. Not just ringing out, whispering. Hollywood-quiet.

Time often got fuzzy in the Manse, but an important thing when using chronomancy was to trust that others outside your influence could be counted on. So Varnan ducked down and slipped away from the line of fire. He noticed, before switching places with the others, that the monster wasn't totally stuck in place and inched closer by millimeters, but seemed to be building up a tolerance to his time magic. On one hand, that was dreadful to think about on top of the sheer sturdiness it had demonstrated. On the other... Varnan wondered if it could work up an immunity to good old fashioned brass and steel. If he had brought a gun...

Another time, maybe.

In a small town like this, there wasn't much stopping the police or the local news from catching this. He'd been deployed to places like this before, where it was easier for word to spread. Varnan didn't want to stick around and make this worse by being a stranger when that happen. But then, he couldn't just flee. He came here for answers, and Bill had been turned into this or kill by this.

So he shifted around, keeping out of the way of the shots being fired. Varnan knew what he could do after they took that thing down.

"If you can kill or seal that thing... I'll deal with the police," Varnan offered. "It'll buy everyone time to get away from here, and I'll take a look at what happened before we arrived- I have magic for that." It looked like they were about to wrap this up, so Varnan opened up his watch, and a circular screen of coral energy started to form above the face.

This was going to be a long night.


”Maybe after. Thanks,” She told Pei, before Will started yapping.

Cora looked at Will, then lazily looked over at the others. Then back at Will.

On any other day, she might have been putting up with this shit for longer. But if she were being completely honest with herself, she wanted nothing more than to curl up under a blanket and cram half a bottle of ibuprofen into her mouth. Will was testing her patience saying this shit.

Kassy was right, and Cora had this weird, knee-jerk feeling someone was going to give her shit for what she’d just said.

”…Oooookay… Lemme fuckin’ tell you somethin’…”

Cora took in a deep, shaky breath and started floating again. Her skin and flesh were too devoid of red blood cells for her to feel the sting on top of the pain she was already in. Veins under her skin started to glow the same neon blue that her eyes always has going on, something that Cora hadn’t ever seen her powers cause thus far. She drifted closer until she was right in front of Will and used her powers to levitate her shaky, jittery hand. She pointed a finger at him.

”Metamorph might be fucked up, traumatized or just plain mentally ill. Maybe. Maybe all of the above, or maybe somethin’ else.” Deep breath out. Deep breath in. ”But he is not a fuckin’ villain. Apparently you-“ Cough ”Left. Cool. You missed everything the others did before I came here. This team’s like a family for them. Viktor. Kassy. Kila and Ja and Daphne. They all fucking love each other.”

Breathe out. Breathe in.

”What happened? Yeah. That’s fucked. But you’re shittier about it than he was- Then. By a lot. I talked to him after- After everyone left, I talked to him. You weren’t-“ Cough ”There when I asked if he’d ate the day after that, and he said he didn’t. It fucking hurt him, okay?”

The lights in the room were starting to flicker. ”You… Can be an ass for longer. Or you can do something about it. What. Are. You. Doing. About. It?”

She took a bigger breath and then looked away from him.

”Bad things happen. Don’t… Don’t make it worse for anyone.”


"Godddd... Shut uuuupppppp." Listening to everyone bitch and moan, much as Cora didn't like to think of it that way, without being able to properly voice how she felt was starting to get on her nerves. Her left leg has at least three different muscle spasms in it, her lungs felt like they were on fucking fire, and you make matters worse, she felt ice cold. Not just cold in the sense that she'd stayed outside during the winter for too long, but cold in the sense that someone had hogtied her and flung her into the ocean of the coast of a beach in fucking Alaska. And now Quiver was getting mad.

"If Deathstroke's so-" Cough "Bad, no wonder the League fucked up, okay? This isn't he- Just stop. Metamorph's not stupid, he can take careofhimself-" Cora lurched forward in her wheelchair and hacked up static. She was feeling slightly less shit after waking up and getting her surroundings figured out. But every single muscle in her body was running on fumes at the moment. If she didn't speak up now, she wasn't going to later. "Bad- Bad things happen. It's done. It's... You're not secretly a time traveler, are you, Will?" She asked. "Everyone got fooled. Even you. Fuckin' sucks, yeah but- Do better. Like Pei said..."

Though, there was something Cora didn't get.

"How... How'd he even get there?" Cora asked Batman specifically. "Long way from here to there. No one noticed, huh?" Either they had a spare jet, which Cora didn't think was the case, or he'd taken a zeta tube there, but how? "Not you? Black Canary? Did-" Cough "Nobody checked on him? At all? Just let him go? After last time?"

Location: Hallways
Skills:


By the time Leah had noticed that Danni accidentally set another fucking fire, the room was already getting flooded. Honestly, that was infinitely better than arson. April damn near drowned them, soaking everyone to the bone and that was a lot better than Leah having to socialize. April was really damn cool when she did stuff like that.

"Holy shit, April. That was fast as fuck, good." She was saying that mostly because she knew April was likely about to explode into a ball of apologies for getting everyone wet... Which would probably have Sabine saying something about how it was the perfect excuse to start shedding some layers. April was getting good at using those powers of hers. And now-

Oh, Danni was running off.

"Danni?! Where are you going?! HEY!" THIS WAS YOUR FUCKING IDEA! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE YOU FUCKING TWINK!

Great. Now she had to talk to people without the yappy little redhead egging her on. "Ughhhhh, fuck. Good save, April. Shit, now I gotta go and- Wait. Hang on. Nobody move, I have an idea."

Leah reached into her pocket and pulled out a marker. She didn't want to fish in her pocket for the runes since her clothes were soaked and that would probably rip them. Maybe next time, Sabine. She uncapped the marker and drew a straight line on the palm of her hand. She then drew a slash going upwards, starting from the bottom end of it. An inverted rune, which apparently meant the opposite of the normal rune.

"I was looking this stuff up over the break, you can do the opposite of a rune by just turning it upside down. This one means water, so..." Leah pressed her hand against the wall of the hallway, and felt something weird pulsing through her bones. She didn't feel that earlier, when Danni had watched her magically fertilize a sunflower. It was like someone had sat her skeleton next to an electric space heater and then shook it like a rattle. The wall was the first to be affected, and then the surroundings.

Everyone who had just been soaked by the sprinklers and April's powers started to steam, like a boiling pot of water, only the temperature didn't rise. All that water first evaporated, and then right as the hallway started to feel, humid, the water in the air just vanished. The entire hallway and the people in it were bone dry in seconds. Leah's hair and clothes felt lighter by the second, and whatever water damage to phones, earbuds or paper that had been caused suddenly wasn't a thing. It was almost like Leah had reversed time in a way, completely undoing the mess.

She was surprised to see that it worked at all.

"Fuck me... I couldn't do shit with these a week ago."
”Ah, shit.”

Johnny blinked sand out of his eyes, kicked up as the Striders swerved off Highway Three and into the dunes on the horizon. There was a hill between here and there, it was about as far as the Striders would reasonably take him. He sure as shit wasn’t walking that far, so it was worth the cash. He checked his compass and took off.

Traveling through the desert on foot was a dangerous thing. Back in the old days, they had these things called “firefighters.” They ran into burning places and saved people, rarely ever dying because they were so good at it. Johnny walking through a desert on an area full of bandits and the occasional mutant-hating shithead was like one of those firefighters of days past. He liked danger. That shit didn’t scare him.

The sun beat down and cast wavy mirages across the houses. Sully’s Rest was a trading post, the sort of place people didn’t shoot up because then it would be on people like Johnny to clean up the culprits. The old man reached into his satchel and rearranged a few things. There was a badge he’d knicked off his latest target, a man who’d been a Republic guard but went off the deep end for reasons Johnny really didn’t give much of a shit about. They wanted the guy dead, not alive.

He made sure that was at the very bottom of his things.

And then the old mutant strolled through Sully’s Rest like he’d bought the place and named it Johnny’s Coffin. He’d been through here more times than he could count, and every time he walked in, there was always some punk who sneered at his green skin and the fact that he looked like he crawled out of the ground. The occasional techie stopping in to strike out for the ruined out east, a few Striders brave enough to be this close to civilization, maybe even that Pete kid would shoot him.

He got a few of those looks today, just like any other day.

”Ain’t got nothin’ for none’a you,” Johnny rasped at a shopkeeper who didn’t like him. ”Wheel that ass’a yours indoors, boy.”

He got a middle finger in return, and took a left for the Dine-Out, where the food was actually worth a damn. There really were a lot of people out this way today. The Highway must’ve been backed up, he figured.

The door swung open, and he reached for his chips. Lots of people didn’t like mutants, but money was still money, and he was a fair tipper when someone didn’t poison a plate of food. Good food was always something to take seriously out in these parts.

”Mornin’ sunshine,” he croaked, grabbing a seat up front. Johnny sat down a generous stack of Republic chips. ”Lemme have a sand worm stew, keep the change.”
Annika had many places in mind, so they went to all of them.

It was a full day, to be sure. They started in California, where they paid a visit to Annika's favorite library. Annika got herself some iced tea, and then they walked through a portal to France.

And then Romania.

Then Greece.

Japan.

China, Canada, they even stopped in Wakanda for a few hours.

All in the span of one day.

They made a point to swing by monuments, places of old history gone by. Annika loved that, it was something he'd used to help her first learn to read. Though, it wasn't terribly difficult given the fact that she was much older once. They'd circumnavigated the planet throughout the day, and it might've seemed hectic to anyone else's perspective, but Jack was an interdimensional traveler. He spent a lifetime doing this very thing, and he'd teach Annika his tricks in time. He used to make these kind of trips across entire universes, stepping between realities like each one was a step on a flight of stairs.

It was a good day overall, like the kind of day a more mundane family would spend in an amusement park where they take advantage of every minute.

Jack and Annika made their way to New York City, deciding to stop at a library and relax for the rest of the day. And then, they showed up.

A man who looked both older and younger than Jack at the same time. Brown skin, a short and pointed beard and uncannily yellow eyes. He was built like someone who was an Olympic sprinter a few years ago. He was walking down the sidewalk wearing some fancy ass orange cardigan that made him look like a rich kid. And there was a girl just a year old than Annika with him. His daughter.

The four of them crossed paths. Jack stopped walking, and he stopped walking.

"Jack." The man sneered at him.

"Who's this dad?" The girl asked.

Jack sighed. He really didn't need this shit today.

"Annika... This is Salem Hennigar. And... His daughter."

"This, Serena, is the man who once set our house on fire," Salem explained. The girl named Serena balked.

"Wait. You have a kid?!" She asked.

That was before he'd been sent backwards through time. That was before Annika had met him. Great, time shenanigans. This would have never happened otherwise. But... Fuck.

"Your father stole a priceless tome from the Second Eternity from me, before I could secure it," Jack explained to the girl. "So I made him regret that."

"Yeah... And now you've got a kid. That's strange. Who's the unlucky lady, Jack?" Salem asked.

"That is neither here nor there. We were just on our way to a library, get out of our way."

"I lost my favorite shoes in that fire, asshole. Dad, can we fight him?"

"I was wondering the same thing. I bet he's still got that magic coin we found in Berlin." Salem rolled up his sleeves, and his eyes started to glow.

"If you lay one finger on my daughter, I will disembowel you both," Jack warned, curling his hand into a fist. People were starting to pay attention to them. "Get. Out. Of. Our. Way."

"Nah. Get 'em, Serena."

Serena, who looked like she'd never eaten more than a slice of bread in her entire life, leaped at Jack. Her nails turned into claws and she shrieked like an animal.

Jack just sighed.
Sure enough, there were plenty of guards down there. And a red beam of light was faster than someone's ability to raise a gun.

Storm's wind tunnel sent them flying without and issue, and the unarmed guards went splat against a wall in the elevator they were suspended in, leaving the X-Men to witness door after door in what looked to be a research level. It was pitch black, only illuminated by the Cyclops' beam and the occasional flashlight that Ryder telekinetically knicked off the guards. This floor had been evacuated, it was a mid-level kind of security environment where the most intensive research was the kind of reactions a mutant's immune system had to a certain drug or chemical compound. This was where they took the dangerous ones, the ones that could kill people. They were getting into the thick of things, now

They'd gone ahead. Whatever.

And then Xavier had to get involved right as she started walking forward. That was annoying.

I'll be whatever the fuck I want. Whenever I want to be it. Get out of the fucking way, you're distracting m-

A door slid open behind Ryder.

A guard stepped out and leveled a gun at her. She aimed her laser rifle at him. She missed, he didn't.

The bullet ripped clean through flesh and embedded itself into the wall, not reaching bone or an artery. It was shallow, and it didn't bleed much. Not a terrible wound, but a reminder she was still mortal. The guard fired another shot from his pistol, and then two more. The three bullets after the first stopped mid-air, and she burned a hole through his ribs with her gun. He didn't get up.

Ryder growled at the pain of having a chunk of her should split open. Her telekinetic powers forced the wound shut for a moment, and then her gun floated up to point at it. She mentally willed the rifle to lose most of its intensity, right before burning it shut.

They could've just bandaged it, but Ryder was being Ryder about this whole thing.

"The bottom floor is that way, there are other ways in and out that guards can't access." Routes on the top executives and Andrew Becker could access.

"Becker's probably in there." She kept walking.




It was unraveling.

The chamber was like a dream, right before someone woke up. Streaks of neon green that lit the room trembled and flickered, blurring between real and fake. He'd gotten so comfortable expressing his presence like this that Becker almost forgot just how fragile he really was. As if the galaxy outside Earth had been smeared.

"Stop."

It didn't make him stop. The only space in this room that wasn't trembling was the silhouette of a man standing in the middle. Just a vantablack absence where a person should have been. He was furious, and the fact that the vessel was this close by meant he could've taken her at any moment. He knew that much, but his brother wasn't so sure. Too much time had been invested for them to jump the gun now.

"If you want this, you'll have to listen to me," Andrew said. He could've been pulped at any second, his brother wasn't that weak. "We have her, even if she's injured, you can still make the transference. There's-"

There were twenty feet between Andrew Becker and the negative space he called family a moment ago. Now there were two.

"I'm trying. I'm trying to help you, you know that..." He was so tired of trying. Umbra was so tired of waiting, of course, but it wasn't the same. Andrew could have just shut the door and left him any time.

Why he didn't, he couldn't remember.

"I know what you're thinking, you know that? You... You won't slip me if you do what I think you're going to do. It won't work. You're just strong enough to take once, and then what?"

It was like screaming into a void.

"It might be years before you get your strength back, and by then? She'd likely be dead. Listen to me, Ja-"

An invisible force sent Andrew into a wall that was not there five minutes ago.

The room screamed, bent itself into words that mimicked the idea of human speech. Every pseudo molecule vibrated all at once.

I TOLD YOU. DO NOT CALL ME THAT.

Andrew's body felt like it was going to flash freeze, his thoughts made him feel sick. His limbs weren't real, but they were still stuck to him. He was a passenger in his own shell, a figment of the life his brother had to reckon with every day. The specter of nothingness was standing over him. It never moved through space, but it was simply there in whatever position it wanted to be. Andrew rolled over onto his side and stared up at where its eyes would have been.

"Fine. Listen to me, Umbra. Listen," Andrew pleaded.

NO.

"You... Won't. You won't be strong enough."

YOU WILL.

Andrew's blood ran cold, and he was already numb.

"Don't do it... You-"

The hazy realm around them cascaded to the ground, like stars falling from the heavens. Everything he'd constructed in here, every little figment that gave him the permissions necessary to even exist within this space as his brother did shattered.

And then, to Andrew Becker, there was nothing.

There was only nothing.

He stepped out, into the real world for the first time in years.

YOU ARE MINE. YOU WILL SEE.
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Location: Hallways
Skills:


Leah went inside looking for Madalyne. What the fuck did Danni know, anyway? She wasn't small, she just had basic consideration for the shit other people were doing.

She was perfectly capable of talking to someone, she just didn't particularly want to, but this little fiery twink that never stopped yapping would yap more if she just gave him a flat "no." Leah didn't necessarily want to be on Danni's bad side but she felt like he was being a bit pushy in talking her into this. It was just magic, Leah didn't even care about magic! She didn't even need to know this stuff! It could wait, and honestly, Leah was fine with just not being helped at all. How hard could it be to figure it out herself?

Oh, shit, her hands were jittering. Leah stuffed them into her pockets to fish for her phone and started typing something up while she walked.



She walked into the hallways and started looking. She fully expected Danni to shout down her throat the second he so much as got a vision of her like a ghost or vaguely recognized someone with red hair. Leah didn't really have words to explain this shitty feeling she got in her chest whenever she had to bother the people she didn't talk to on a regular basis. It was just weird. It made her voice stop working, it made her forget the words she wanted to use. It just... Ugh.

Eventually she found Madalyne, standing around by Danni and Dorian's dorm, with April there.

"Uh... You. Witch demon person." Leah sounded dumb. "Remember when I bugged you about runes?" She held them up in her hand. "I figured stuff out about them. I brought a flower back to life. Danni's obsessed over it... What's everyone standing around like this for?"
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