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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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Kari's house



Accusing Stormy of being that bad guy here was like throwing dead wood onto a bonfire. Not the best way to de-escalate a situation. Tsukino surely had tricks up her sleeves, literally and figuratively if his memory served him well. She was an Aberrant, and Stormy loved facing Aberrants. "If you know about that business," he started. "Then you understand that instigating anything against us means entangling yourself in things that aren't worth your time or energy." His face was stone cold, stoicism drowning out the annoyance he felt at her threats.

“Maybe I should really teach you how to be someone's friend, huh?”


"Maybe you should stop and ask yourself if you want that," he retorted, bluntly. "We have enough to worry about as it is, you have a poor reputation in this coven. If you start this, neither of us will be responsible for what the rest of the coven decides they want to do with you."

Stormy tightened his grip on his shield, and his free hand twitched slightly. She was too far up for him to scare off with Consecration, but maybe he could knock her off the branch. Or throw a rock up there with the aura imbued. Whatever happened, he had a feeling he couldn't make the first move.

"But if you back down, I'm sure we can do this without violence."

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Kari's house



The recollection happened and… Left Stormy confused. Thus far, they were only having these in their dreams. It was akin to Anya’s magic, insofar as there was information to be shared. But this one was waking. Kari had some sort of dealing with 8th Street, something she wanted no part in apparently. Honestly it was hard to blame her. Stormy could guess that they wanted her for her knowledge gathering Lux, assuming she hadn’t done anything crazy like severing. But that was put out of Stormy’s mind when he hear Sully shouting about Drake running down a stalker. He noticed Tayla and Sully talking, after Tayla had put on those headphones.

Odd. Stormy waited a moment, and then made his mind up once Sully started passing out shots from the Chalice. ”I’m going to go and back him up. Too many cooks in that kitchen as it is,” he nodded to the house. ”Mind yourselves.”




Stormy followed the voices in the distance, one he could easily recognize as Drake. He could pinpoint them by the glow of his friend’s electrical weapon brandished in the open. He managed to catch the very end of their conversation, hearing Drake mentioning someone coming back to the coven- Who the hell could that be? For Drake to be chewing them out like that, it must’ve been someone shitty. Whoever they were, both they and Drake were treated to the sight of Stormy stepping forward with a shield hanging off of his arm, the Stoic Shell. A glowing green tower shield of magic energy that stood at 4 and a half feet tall, and 20 inches wide.

Stormy fixed a calm, yet firm gaze on their stalker… Yeah, that tracked.

”Whatever you’re about to do, I’d suggest thinking heavily on your options. You aren’t welcome around here, Tsukino.” Just like Britney, he advocated for her getting removed when they were young.

”We have no interest in dealing with your mafia.” If it really came down to it, Stormy could always hurl a shield up at Drake to deflect a projectile like some shit from a bad movie.


Interactions: The Coalition of Cunts
Kari's House



Amara gleaned absolutely nothing from the recollection.

The unfortunate truth was that Amara couldn’t remember Kari Wilson from Shimmer. The Army replaced that memory with one from another world, probably Glint or Flare, where Kari was relatively useless. She had cool magic, but didn’t do much. And Amara sure as hell didn’t know which phantom to ask, since that was like finding one grain of sand in particular on a beach.

So she put it in the back of her mind, and didn’t even try to think on it. Ken cracked a joke and Sully started running a shot line. Amara wasn’t entire disappointed, but she didn’t think now was the time. Rather, Amara just followed Ken and the others down into the basement. It felt weird being here, she had this nagging feeling that she should’ve remembered this stuff. Maybe if she went through the books she wrote, she could find some memory of her and Kari being familiar.

Maybe.

All this stuff told Amara that whoever Kari was, she must’ve been talented. Capably. It was a whole workshop, so why weren’t her memories strong enough? Amara appreciated people who were crafty enough to have workshops, and Kari was one of them… Yet she was a blank.

Amara didn’t want to say that out loud, it wouldn’t be right. It would be admitting she wasn’t going to be useful around the coven, admitting that the Army was adjoined to more than just her soul. Instead, she paid attention to Ken sliding in a coin between the seams of a wall, and opening up a pocket dimension. He always was a damn good Adept.

She found her hand resting near her gun under her jacket when it opened, but it dropped back down in disappointment when Ken started tearing through everything inside. Ken was unstable now, and that meant he’d need a minute to recenter. Quickly, Amara jumped on that.

”Ken, listen to me, man. We need you collected, okay?” She asked, stern but gentle like she was taking to someone on the edge of a cliff. ”Wherever her things went, this tells us the culprit can possibly get into pocket dimensions on their own. Silver linings.”

Focus. Focus. Focus. Complete the mission.

”Maybe we can use what got left behind. I’m going upstairs to look around, see if there’s anything telling that way. In the meantime, get your thoughts in order. Put that ninja discipline to use,” Amara offered before turning to the stairs. ”And think about why someone would go for her notes and not the rest of the things in there. Anyone coming with me, come with.”

Someone had been here, this house had been compromised. It could’ve been weeks ago, or it could’ve been an hour ago. Knowing that, Amara crept up to the main floor of the house, gun drawn, and slowly crept up the stairs to the top floor. If there was a fight, she’d be ready.
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Somehow, the robot survived getting that sword buried through its skull. Morden noted that even when blind, it still had the potential to hurt someone. He dropped low and hooked his arm around the machine’s neck, and was just about to “strangle” the damn thing when Silje pointed something out. There was a volatile pocket of mist behind them, fuming and growing violent. Silje was as unhinged as he was convicted, but she had practical ideas when it came to wrecking things. He understood her plan in a loner, and that was why Barghest was not to be trifled with. They were a well-oiled machine. So Morden rested his other hand on the blade in its head, and started to spin.

It was too heavy to pick up and throw like a person, but Morden’s brand of magic allowed him to leverage physics in the ways both power armor and infantry could without making a compromise. He had no trouble dragging the robot horizontally, so whirling it in a circle became easier as he picked up momentum. Morden’s feet closed together as he began whirling in a circle like a tornado for all of one second. Then, hearing metal tear around the robot’s face, Morden let go with one hand. The blade was rippled clean out as the robot caught just enough air to skid into the mist pocket, skidding across the ground right where Silje wanted.

The momentum caused Morden to stumble backwards, but he managed to stay on his feet. He could’ve just dragged it into the mist pocket the easy way, but that would’ve put him there in it. And explosions weren’t very comfortable.

Boom.

Silje took care of the rest.

They’re too strong for brute force, he said, telepathically. I recommend aiming for weak points. The head, the arms, disable them first and worry about neutralizing after.


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Kari's house



Oh, so this was going to be a day.

Stormy took a moment to tune the conversation out and mentally prepare himself for the things they were about to do, right as Sully wrapped an arm over him. It was great to see that he was in good spirits. Kari was a pretty respectable person in life, and digging through her things like this didn't sit right with him. But this was all they had, so he figured they could at least be respectful. Lyss was killed last night, and the stoic expression on Stormy's face betrayed the pang of grief he felt. His thoughts took a turn to what he might've done to change that outcome, if he were there. Maybe he could've scared Father Wolf off at the very least, or even gotten Lyss to safety as she bled to death. Stormy could've-

BANG!


That train of thought was entirely derailed when Sloane let herself in. Britney and Linqian jumped on her ass in a heartbeat, which was understandable. Ken literally said he could get a key, it costed them nothing to wait just a moment for that. But Stormy was lagging behind, trying to get mentally caught up. So instead of step in, he let everyone else deal with that. If he spoke up for one side or the other- as if there even needed to be any- it would get worse. All they had done in the last week since their reunion consisted of infighting, and running into dead ends. This was the first real lead they had, and they were about to get torn to shreds by their own actions. He couldn't protect them from their own fuckups.

"Nothing's changed a day, has it?" He said, staying with Drake and Sully for a moment. He'd go up there to the house when he was mentally ready for that mess.

It was at this moment that he spotted a kid injecting himself into their conversation, and the others seemed less than exasperated at his presence. But Stormy distinctly remembered that same kid getting shot in the face, so Stormy was alarmed. He knew something was up with that kid, because why would an ordinary kid be at that fight? Hell, Stormy might not have threatened the Wolfpack if Clancy didn't get a bullet in his face. "...That kid was shot. He shouldn't be alive. I had a feeling there was something off about him," he said, a bit concerned that he stuck around. "Was he at the church before it burned down? Did anyone happen to ask him what he's doing here?"


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Kari's House



The reactions to her presence were mixed, except for Sully. She could work with that, but what Amara couldn't work with was everyone devolving into a shitfit. Sloane barging in like that was crude, sure, but they had work to do. If they stopped and clamored over one another to bitch about every single thing, they'd all lose sight of the goal and it would be just like a decade ago. Amara's face scrunched up in a scowl for a moment as she heard the conversation going back and forth. Linqian said something about Jinhai, and that was then Amara decided to get involved. herself. "I'm going up there and defusing that shit. Don't get anyone drunker than you can fix out here, big man." She gave Sully a friendly pat across the shoulder as she broke off from that group and saw... A fucking kid. Did they pick up a fucking stray?

She had some pleasant memories of Linqian, which conveniently involved Bianca. And she didn't want anything to do with Britney, but this was the time to step up and shut them both down politely.

"Alright, alright everyone. Dogpile Sloane Hour was a decade ago, remember?" She was referring to the stuck up attitude Sloane had 24/7. Surprisingly, Amara could remember personally telling Sloane she shouldn't let others tell her how to act, since they were all under a lot of stress. "We can afford to talk about how we're executing this after we're done, this is gonna be a long day. We can make it shorter if we don't get caught up on every little thing," She said, trying to appeal to everyone's sense of reason... As much as they had one.

For coming to Sloane's defense Amara was rewarded with a quiet huff and a roll of the eyes, followed by Sloane sharply turning her head away as if she were searching for the stairs when Amara looked towards her. Amara raised her hands in polite surrender.

"Okay, I tried. Ken-" She might as well try to distract the guy whose dead girlfriend they just offended by intruding on this place. "If there was something off about Kari, where would she have evidence of that sort of thing?" That was mostly a nonsensical question, meant to sound thoughtful just to get him to think with the logical side of his brain, not the emotional side.

Location: The Framework
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FUCK YOU ED!!!





Everyone seemed to be on the same page more or less, and that was dangerous. Ed had no idea what kind of shitstorm he just unleashed. Vicky seemed to be thinking the exact same thing as Leah, who was already coming up with a strategy herself. "Yeah, I know just how to distract him. Make sure everyone else does the best they can, and don't let anyone freak the hell out. Ed couldn't kill us if he tried, not with the tech in here." Unless the teachers were that negligent that he managed to do something crazy to the Framework, that is. Leah walked behind the group, so there was space between them and her, and slammed her foot into the dirt. The entire world seemed to shake and tremble for a moment, right before their eyes. Then came the sound of rocks cracking and grind against one another, as a platform of stone rose up above her classmates' heads. If it was good enough to get her through a desert, it was good enough to get Leah over all the obstacles.

"I'm going to buy all of you some time, do what you have to do!" With that, Leah's stone platform raised higher up, and then took off like a rocket, far over the goombas, the green pipes, and every other flavor of bullshit Ed decided to subject them to. The sound of her voice cracked out over the music, for all to hear as she flew off into the distance.

"HEY! ARCADE!!! SURPRISE, SUR-FUCKING-PRISE, MOTHERFUCKER!!! THIS IS WHAT I THINK OF YOUR FUCKING VILLAINOUS BACKSTORY!!!" She shouted, deliberately egging the technotwink on. "IS THIS THE BEST YOU'VE GOT?! THIS MAKES USAGI'S EXCUSE FOR TRAINING LOOK COMPETENT! I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE AN EXPERT ON THIS SORT OF THING!!!"

If he let Leah continue on unabated, she'd get ahead and literally keep flying through each level. She'd get free, and then she'd give Ed's chakras a high impact realignment with her fists. But if he focused her attention on the Leah, that gave the others free reign to continue without Ed watching over them, letting them use their powers to cheat. It seemed foolproof in Leah's mind. Genius, even.
Your jordans are fake

is that how this works

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The Shadowzone



The Shadowzone, regardless of its tattered state after the Temple's intrusion, was a window into Jack's mind. Vast troves of paranormal lore lay within its silent walls, a veritable library that he could spend years reading through. Bookshelves lined the room, and a desk was littered with the opened contents and countless loose sheets of notes as he tried to piece together what in God's name that book was. And like his mind, there was not a single trace of any answer to be found. There was Walter Cromwell, the white Adept who was rumored to develop an all-knowing spell. There was the Book of Stars that theorized the cosmological beginnings of the All-Verse, and an endless number of scattered accounts talking about a magical cup that produced healing elixirs; A book with stories about distant worlds and the events that ended them, a guidebook to godlike figures throughout the All-Verse.

Even when he tried to cross-reference all of that with what he knew about the Pit, the Mother Will, and the figments of knowledge on Sunshine Jones' horrid history... Jack found nothing. And it infuriated him. A scowl crossed his tired face, Jack knew the deepest lore of civilizations that fell millions of years ago in unspoken parts of the All-Verse by heart, and had rumored pieces of their deceased gods sitting on a shelf across from books written in languages never spoken on this plane of reality.

And he couldn't get to the bottom of this.

How long ago had Raven lost the Chalice, if it was in her possession? Sully was the Cupbearer these days, and he found it on a beach as a kid, didn't he? The Recollection in which that child had it could've been weeks before then, or a century ago. And that damn book... If it was in St. Portwell, according to whatever voice they all were hearing in their dreams, then either no one had found it yet or someone was on the path to godhood already. There had to be reason why they were receiving these visions, a method to this. These things rarely happened aimlessly. Jack had so many questions and not a single answer. How did Walter's Book end up in this city? If the Chalice was out of the Pit, were Sunshine and Raven out as well? How did a child survive the Pit?

Auri put out the call that they'd be meeting today, but if he kept looking...

Jack opened a small portal out of the Void and into Shimmer, typing a message to send to Auri before sticking his phone through to send it.

I assume everyone else had that dream as well. I am in the Void as we speak, looking for answers. I will join you all at Kari's house, but I may be late.


Immediately after the text, Jack sent a photo of his desk and all the books opened to various pages.

I have found nothing so far, it is driving me mad. Sunshine Jones was a monster beyond definition, and I suspect that neither she nor that child are in the Pit anymore.


He snapped the portal shut, and made a mental note not to stay much longer...


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Stormy ran through the streets fast as he could, hurling shields at the shadowy monsters that chased him. They bounced off of walls that exhaled past his awareness, swerving and striking home as each one exploded into thin air. The screams were getting closer, but the ground just would not let him run faster to reach them. It refused to. Everything refused to. Nothing let him have a single atom of peace, a single molecule of hope to get there beyond the burning in his lungs and the drive he didn't know he had. Stormy's path wound further and further the longer those nightmares tailed him, until it felt like he was walking across eternity itself.

It was neither day nor night, but the weight of the Snake's presence in this world was close enough to darkness it may as well have won by now. The corners of Stormy's vision were like watercolor smears, and all he could hear were their wails of fear, pleads for salvation that must have been endless from this far. The howls of the monsters chasing him were at the bottom of an ocean in his ears. Even if he was only leading them closer to those he needed to protect, it was better than not being there. He couldn't do anything unless he was in the moment, unless he was where he could be useful. He-

He must've been slowing down, one of the monsters grabbed him. A black claw lanced around his wrist, and then a mass of something vaguely animal shaped fell on him. Then another, and another still. The world flipped on its head, such that the damned and the dying were background noise and the Stygian Snake's minions were all that existed. Fangs and blades raked across his skin, inch by inch, to tear Stormy away from the land of the living. The pain was sudden, and absolute against the storm of fear that drowned him to his bones.

When his vision was little more than black and red, the light of his magic burned from deep within. The Apparitions were persistent, but they were made frail by his Lux. Darkness was replaced with blinding green, and every creature that tore his flesh away from bone became ash on the wind. Stormy's Phantombane aura lit the world ablaze as if he were the second coming of the sun, and it was in the green glow of his protection that he saw them all. Not a sound was to be heard, but in every direction around him, Stormy saw the dead.

Bodies piled in mounds that stretched outwards into darkness further than his light could penetrate. Horror frozen on every last face that he saw in agonizing detail, he knew the name of every corpse. All countless thousands of them, friends and family, brothers and sisters. Blood ran down the mounds in rivers of crimson red, and soaked the ground where Stormy walked.

He felt his heart fade out of his chest. He dared to whisper a plea for forgiveness, and the universe answered in one terrible scream. Not of sorrow, not of pain. But of hate.

Y̷O̷U̶ ̷C̸O̷U̷L̷D̷ ̴N̴O̶T̶ ̴S̷A̸V̴E̷ ̸U̸S̸


Stormy shot upwards, awake faster than his body was prepared for, with a shield between his fingers to throw at the first sign of danger. In a cold sweat, his eyes darted back and forth until he realized where he was. Luca's couch, he finally remembered. Luca let him stay over, he went to sleep. Nothing but a bad dream.

Stormy's heart hammered in his chest so loud that he wouldn't be able to hear someone if they chose to sneak up behind him. The silence eventually overtook him when he calmed down enough to get rid of the shield. He was just having a bad dream. Nothing to panic about. Nothing new, nothing he wasn't familiar with already...

He quickly laid back down to try and fall asleep, before allowing himself to think about it. That always made it worse.

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Kari's House



Clearly, he wasn't meant to sleep last night.

First he had that recurring nightmare again, and then he dreamed about Raven Jones again. Stormy wasn't inept in terms of magic knowledge, but most of what he knew about the overall paranormal world was of the historic variety. He didn't dive into the depths of things like others did, Stormy knew things about Shimmer's paranormal past, and that was it. He didn't even apply that knowledge, he was just someone who worked at a college.

So instead of worrying about the implications of that dream, or devoting what little energy from sleep he had from thinking about Walter's Book, he finished grading the last few of those papers he meant to grade. As useful as this online format was, staring at a laptop screen for 3 hours gave him a huge migraine by the end of it.

He showed up just in time for Linqian and Ayrin to have their moment, looking around and trying to keep the fatigue from his face. Stormy looked around for a moment to make sure no one saw them. He was dressed in his usual tough-guy look with the jeans and the Carhartt jacket, since it was cold out. Ken was here, and that was great. He was honestly a little surprised Luca actually got out of bed today. He wasn't there when Stormy woke up.

"What's with the flowers, Drake?" He asked, so no one would pay attention to him looking a bit sluggish as he got there. "Trying to win Sloane over after last week?"


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Kari's House



Amara parked her car on the other side of the neighborhood and proceeded on foot. Under her jacket was a pistol in a concealed holster, because she knew damn well that nothing harmless was going to come from poking around in this house. She wasn't looking forward to meeting this many people at once after this long, especially not after her history with the PRA. But Amara was hoping the others either wouldn't ask or wouldn't give a shit when she told them she quit around a year ago. Her chat with Auri didn't make her very optimistic, and Amara still couldn't fully remember Kari's presence in the coven during the old days.

And for that reason, she approached slowly, from a distance, when she neared the address that Auri gave her. Amara got just close to see the faces of the crowd forming. She recognized Ken, Ayrin, Britney fucking Williams... Drake was there with flowers? What was that about? Wasn't he married? Who was it he got married to... Saskia? No, she died as a kid. Fuck, that was going to be awkward when she brought it up, wouldn't it?

Luca and Lynn, and a third girl whose face she couldn't immediately put together. Jasper was there, that was a surprise. And a kid who she didn't remember at all.

The funny thing about returning to the city was that Amara didn't actually think it would be that bad showing her face again. Maybe it was pride, but she remembered that she was damn good at keeping things on track back in the day. Aside from Britney being a monumental fuckup, she didn't have many enemies back then. What got to Amara though, was the fact that she had so many gaps in her memory, thanks to her Abstraction, that they might take it the wrong way.

Fuck it.

Amara walked up, hands in her pockets and inserted herself into the conversation.

"Hey," she said, fixing a grin on her face. "Wish we could've met up under better circumstances, but I just got back a while ago. So... Surprise- I lived, and I'm here."
The "training uniform" made a bit more sense than the ugly ass skin suit Cyclops was wearing. It didn't seem to be protective. No body armor or padding, just some senseless getup that looked ugly. But alas, she put it on. Walking into the jet, Ryder's mind went into overdrive to sweep across every wire and line of code in its computer. It was comically sophisticated, and to his credit, Scott seemed to know what he was doing. As the jet lifted into the sky, they were out over the sea in no time at all. Ryder's mind was rapidly tuning into and out of the jet's radar and data-gathering tools. They were moving fast, nothing was showing up as a warning to it, and there were no visible threats.

The unfortunate thing was that Ryder's constant shifting of focus meant she didn't realize what was happening until Cyclops spoke up. The jet lurched and rolled, as streaks of energy lanced out in her peripheral vision. There wasn't much she could do, being strapped to a chair, other than wonder what was happening. Something was attacking them, that much was obvious- But what?

And then the thing latched onto the jet mid-flight, with all the triviality of a bug latching onto a moving car.

The roof was shattered and all the debris curved around Ryder, as she used her powers to deflect it. She watched Cyclops rip holes into a giant metal fucking abomination that she couldn't force her way into... Her powers weren't working properly. Like an animal, she went into the mindset that got people killed. The restraints of her seat were psychically ripped apart, and a blast of telekinetic force sent her over the chair, backwards away from the Sentinel's grasp.

Cyclops and the Sentinel blasted one another, mutually assured destruction sending them both into the sea below. But at the last second, a chair that had fallen out caught Cyclops and whisked him away... All why the jet was still moving on.

There was a moment where, in the grand scheme of things beyond any individual's understanding, Ryder strode into a crossroad. This was the moment where she was detached from all she ever came to know; Umbra was out of scope, the X-Men were an ocean away. Thee one which had the audacity to chase her down with Xavier was someone else's problem. Even the thing that attacked the two of them had come and gone in the process. There was an irony to it all, that her life had entered chapter through so much violence, only to be this fragile. Ryder had a choice to make, as her thoughts stretched out into glacial milliseconds.

She could've let this aircraft carry her along, and steer it with her powers. Ryder could go anywhere on this volatile rock and start her life anew. And she considered that, but she also considered what would come next. What effects would stem from that cause?

The X-Men were stifling, untrustworthy wolves with the same fangs as Umbra. They simply occupied a different den, and yet at least with them came the prospect of a roof. Walls, and shelter Ryder could take advantage of. A refuge, under which needles and knives were still a fact of life, albeit uncommon.

The lesser of two evils, between the only ones she ever knew.

The jet tilted in its flight, pivoting on an axis for which it was not designed. With a stiff, uneven motion, it realigned with the horizon and flew forward in the opposite direction. A quick sweep with her powers told Ryder that it was too damaged to fly for much longer under its own power. Thus, she reached into its computer, cut the engines and made it fly under her power. The metal exterior groaned in displeasure at the force of her telekinesis, drowned out by the rush of wind filling the inner cabin. Ryder leaned against what was left of the cockpit, and felt out for Cyclops' mind. At this range, it wouldn't be the simplest thing- Psychic communication was her least practiced ability. But the jet was flying faster thanks to her than it could have normally, and like a blip on her own radar, he came into being when she focused hard enough.

A thunderclap of telepathy struck Cyclops. It was ice water to the face, an electric shock to the hand. Unmistakably from Ryder.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP!"


The jet streaked over the damaged Sentinel, and came to a violent stop as Cyclops went out of her range again. It seemed to be floating in the water, trying to get itself back up and into the fight. But Ryder wasn't having that. She looked out over it, and strained her mind to reach into it for something she could actually influence. It had weapons, thrusts and other things that weren't outright intelligence.

The Sentinel's chest cannon would crackle and sputter, as Ryder used her telekinesis to tear its chest wide open. Like sacrificing human beings to an ancient god, a huge chunk of circuits and machinery were pulled outwards by unseen force. Its heart torn away, Ryder turned the chest cannon around, and let it fire.

Over, and over, and over again, until it had no more power left to draw from. What remained was a smoking piled of flotsam in the vague shape of a large humanoid. Trivial.

"I'm tired of having nothing. Whatever the fuck you are, you're not stopping me."

Ryder watched the husk sink beneath the waves, and curiosity drove her to float the cannon up to the jet. Glass broke as she transported to behind the seats of the jet.

And then the jet was forced onward yet again, with Ryder's trophy rattling about in the back, to find Cyclops.




Jack hadn’t had a chance, for quite some time, to catch up with Kenshiro. He used to pay the ninja visits on a regular basis between his trips to the Void, but the time got away from him in more ways than one. And after the disaster of last night, along with the admittedly quite pleasant house party that Luca had arranged, there was no time like the present to reminisce with the one person in the coven who understood the allure of inter-dimensional travel.

He set up a time to meet Kenshiro in the same park where the coven’s last meeting was held. Today, it was rather cold, so Jack threw on his usual long coat and waited for his old friend by a tree. There weren’t many people here, thanks to the cloudy weather, so they’d have some relative privacy.

For Ken, having seen Jack only briefly before he made it to the after-festival hangout. Even then, he was pretty beat and exhausted from expending all the energy and having been awake for so long. He wasn’t his best, and had simply taken to reveling in the comfort of his fellow Adepts and the alcohol they kept. Now his eyes hurt as he turned up in the chilly early morning.

They were meeting in public, so Ken did his best to not dress like a freak from a different world. He had his usual trousers tucked into a pair of those fancy rubber hiking shoes with the toes in them. Victoria Blackmore had bought them for him, and they were sleek black with purple accents. He had a short coat covering both his gi and a fully loaded utility vest, and a toque hat pulled tight over the bun of hair underneath.

The tree in question had been a common meeting spot back in the day, so it wasn’t hard to find Jack posted up there. Nor was it hard to know when Ken had arrived, as the loud popping noises sounded like a harrier jet was landing in the park. But he landed in a spot where people weren’t going to be looking, leaving the long-standing myth of St. Portwell’s Sky Ghosts alive for another day.

”There he is! Well met my brother…” Ken approached Jack, arms wrapping around him as if there wasn’t a long gap of time creating a gap that yawned open and separated them. To him, it didn’t.
It was yesterday again. He was working in the Village. Jack came from around a corner and scared the shit out of him, totally surprising him with a visit. He was excited, and he did what he always did. He hugged.

The embrace was returned without a second thought. ”It is wonderful to see you alive and well again, my friend,” he said with a smile on his face. ”Everything comes back to home, does it not? I should’ve visited you again sooner, but it is easy to lose track of the days in the Void.”

”We wander for a reason, don’t we? Nobody’ll get it like I do, Brother, so spare yourself the guilt.”
Ken patted Jack’s shoulder warmly, waving his hand toward the empty pine barren ahead, which tapered off into more buildings on the other end.
”And let’s wander. We’ll pay our Fallen the respect they deserve with our lip service.”

”That we shall,” Jack nodded, and started off in that direction. St. Portwell was always beautiful around this time of year, between the weather and the turning of the season.

”Granted, I do wish the circumstances weren’t so grim… My heart is bleeding, Jack. It has been since my people were taken from me. Now more go, and I imagine before things are done more still will.”
He walked slowly, keeping Jack from wandering too far. It was pacing, Ken was conscious of the amount of steps he was taking and every bird noise around them. He wasn’t interested in being jumped, but he didn’t want to rush.

”Yes…We have lost too many of our brothers and sisters once before, and we’ve begun to lose them again.” Jack walked slowly, but not too slow that they would be near their meeting point any time soon. ”I mourn for them as well, and yet there is only one solution. To move forward. I have resigned to accepting the loss, and to see that it is answered for, so as to not let it consume me.”

”We’re so easily consumed, Jack… Ninpo is reliant on our emotions. How can we not wear it so openly that it becomes what we are? Of course, you’re not so attached to these things. I do… Envy that.”
Ken’s right hand flicked, and a rock scooped up off the ground for him to carry and slowly jostle in his hand.

”I have always been attached, Kenshiro,” he said, watching the trees absentmindedly. ”Though, I have always found it easier to carry the weight than others, I suppose. I am every decision that I have made in life, every friendship founded by countless reasons. That is what everyone of us is, and yet it is within our capability as human beings to be more than that.”

”And so, I choose to be more than one who simply grieves. That is your decision to make, as well.”

If Ken didn’t know Jack better, the comment would’ve felt condescending. Frankly, it was just how Jack was. Vaguely aloof. Even as he said what he said, Ken didn’t buy it completely.
”You’re an Escape Artist. A Royal Trickster. Too slippery for me, always!” Ken replied joyfully with a wide smile creeping across his face.
”Sometimes I wonder about why things all fell apart, but I have found, ultimately, that the house was built on shitty legs! Teenagers! American Teenagers! Imagine the fate of the world in the hands of those menaces?”

”We were not meant to last, and we were only children.” Jack had spent far too much time thinking about this very thing. ”We were at an age where one must consider the direction in which their life should go, and naturally, most of our friends and found family chose to explore life outside of saving the world.”

Understanding as he was, Jack always felt a pang of guilt when he thought about it. ”And there is no shame in that decision. Everything has its season, that is simply the way of things.”

Ken frowned.
”I went back home… To a life. I had become a man when I first met you all. Sixteen, they said we were allowed to begin our personal journey at Sixteen! Start taking on missions, duties, tasks, planning for a family… I think people have taken such things for granted. We waste a lot of time.”

As the two of them walked along, he began to orbit the little stone around them for something to focus on. Using Purple Lux meant anticipation; and he wasn’t ever out of that feeling. It was always anticipation of something, whether it was revenge or combat or… Anything. He was in perpetual anticipation of what was to come next, and had few reservations about what he was willing to do to make it beautiful.
”Speaking of wasting time, that fight last night… Leon’s grown terribly sloppy; Vashti had him on the ropes. And Drake showed up intoxicated. Drunk as a skunk! I’m not even sure we’d have been able to pull off Doomsday! And the earrings, he didn’t have them! There’s a difference between choosing a life outside saving the world and choosing a life where you leave yourself open as a target. Who trains harder than people like us?”

”I wouldn’t worry over those two. That was… A disaster of a night. No one would have enjoyed the outcome of the things that occurred. The only positive I can recall would be establishing some semblance of a relationship with the Greenwood Coven, after a misunderstanding.”

”I’ll be worried, Jack. They took Her. Kari. There were people in this city who could’ve protected her, and protected Jade, and Jinhai, and a lot of others, and people like you and I get to have some kind of free pass because we were in a place that people couldn’t contact us?”
The rock flew off with a kinetic pop, knocking hard off the side of a dead tree and blowing a side of it off.
”At least tell me the fucking cup is okay, Sully would be devistated… Or, maybe he’d be sober? God, should we have got the cup back? he grimaced.

”The Chalice is safe. It was returned to him last night,” He assured, watching Kenshiro deface a tree. ”I saw to it myself, but you must understand something, my friend.”

Jack continued down their path, measuring his words carefully for a moment. ”…It is cruel to hold onto guilt for that which is unavoidable. Father Wolf has taken too many of us, this is true.” He stopped, turned and locked eyes with his friend. ”But every hour that we spend throwing stones at glass houses is another hour that we waste. Perhaps there was a reality in which Jade, Kari, or Jinhai could have been saved. But this is not such a reality, and so all that we can change is our response. What we do now, with the time we still have, is more important than guilt.”

Ken’s bottom lip curled up and his brow furrowed as Jack went on with his strength of disconnection. Or, what he felt was disconnection. He wondered if his infrequent returns to St. Portwell had really made him so cold, or if he was just able to cope incredibly.
”Then we’re done here, Jack? You just wanted to tell me not to worry? And then we just walk away?” he asked with a dejected tone in his voice.

”Or are we here to talk about hunting instead of hiding?” his expression became grim. He wanted and needed blood. An eye for an eye.

”That is, among other reasons, precisely why we are here. You are a dear friend to me, Kenshiro, and I have missed our conversations. But you and I have an affinity for something uncommon in the Sycamore: Interplanar travel.”

It didn’t take a genius to know that Kenshiro needed to see justice enacted, in the same way that someone freezing to death needed to build a fire. In the same way Jack felt he needed it. ”You said that we wander for a reason. Let us wander for another this time, to turn this hunt inside out, and take power from places beyond the reach of others.”

He turned and continued walking, motioning for Kenshiro to follow. ”The All-Verse is vast, to put it lightly, and there are an infinite number of powerful artifacts out there, waiting to be found. I have been thinking about this for some time now… Suppose we found them, and brought them to our coven for an advantage? We are scattered, disorganized. I think we need to get creative with our approach to Father Wolf.”

Ken nodded his head. He was familiar with the old game of Artifact Gathering. It was partly the same job he had in the old Coven, and a point where he and Jack had managed to make a connection initially. Who else would’ve broken into the Clan House to try and steal their things but Jack Hawthorne and his ragtag band of Jumpers?
He didn’t want to play into it, frankly.
”God damn it all… More running, more avoiding under a pretense! I can’t stand it, Jack…”
He also didn’t want to take Jack too far out. He didn’t want people from the Well Traveled to associate such a noble soul as Jack’s with a vagabond like himself. He wasn’t well liked among those foreign guardians of the Well Traveled Paths.

He was a Ronin and a thief. It’s all he had left, and he knew if he wanted his own revenge, he’d need to take it from somewhere.
”We need a solid plan. We need to know what we’re looking for, and we need hard proof that it’s where we think it’s supposed to be before we move. These aren’t six-month trips: We may only have hours to execute something that should take weeks. We’ll need some fucking help.”

Jack turned and fixed a telltale grin on Kenshiro. ”That is just the thing I was about to say. I have a head start for us. In the Void, I keep plenty of information about other worlds. I’ve yet to explore any of them, but it would be a step in the right direction. I have no intention of spending weeks searching blindly- No, my hope is that we can find specific targets, track them down, travel in and travel back out with ease.”

”And,” he continued. ”I’m certain some of our friends would love to join us. Sloane always had an appreciation for artifacts, for example. This is for the coven, so I want us to undertake this with the coven.”

Ken nodded sincerely, a smile forming across his face.
Damn him, he’s too slick for me. Too damn slick.
”We should deeply consider the choice of participants. We don’t want our actions causing friction; we know what that does. Have you consulted Auri about this plan? I won’t go without her blessing, it wouldn’t be right.”

”I’ve yet to consult anyone other than you,” he admitted. ”Between our would-be lair going up in flames, Auri’s alleged lead regarding Kari, and… the festival, it has been nothing short of chaos. But, I do want to communicate this with the rest of the coven. It would be unwise to form a splinter-group behind their backs.”

Kenshiro’s eyes closed and his face became quickly frustrated.
”We can’t send out fucking fliers, Jack. Auri, and whoever needs to know. It gets approval from the top, and we move as quickly as we can until we’re in a position where we’re gathered…”

Hearing about the Kari lead reminded him that Auri had mentioned it, and that he definitely needed to be there. He’d given her something, and he wanted to make sure she was buried with it.
”Once we’re at that point, then we can show everyone some solid, tangible results that they can get behind. Not like Britney and her work; we do it quietly, but above the board.”

He nodded. ”You describe it as if we’re stealing from the government. But, I think that is wise. We must be organized in this, lest we repeat decade-old mistakes. Perhaps Auri can provide some wisdom on this matter that we haven’t considered. She has been finding leads for us, it is the least we could do in return.”

”As long as we do this right, Jack… I feel good about it. It’s gonna be worth it. For now, I say we target something that can link us together. Something like a Piece-of-Eight, where we can split the object and have some people running control to monitor vital signs across the holders.”

Jack stopped walking, and thought about that for a moment.

”...The Piece-of-Eight. I remember reading about it during the old coven days.”

Ken shrugged.
”An, the, big whoop. Important part is finding it: So let’s make it happen. When I go to Kari’s, I will be there with Auri. We’ll discuss it then, when I can bend her ear. Is this acceptable?”

”By all means. I will likely be there as well. If not I’ll be doing my regular teleportation check-ins with the others who won’t join. I’ve started doing those since we noticed the pattern that Father Wolf exhibits. He only strikes when someone is alone.”

”Well, we’re here now. If you’d like, I can join you for the day… We should visit Drake’s home and ask him for the Earrings.” Ken took a serious glance at Jack.

Jack grinned again. ”I thought they were lost… Perfect. I haven’t had a chance to pay his family a visit yet, now that you mention it.”

”You are more than welcome to join me, if you can stomach that much teleporting,” he said, half-jokingly, as he held a hand out for Kenshiro. ”Shall we?”

Ken grinned, gripping up on Jack’s forearm in the full warrior’s shake.
”After you, Mister Noma-”

Poof.




After that disaster, the Halloween Festival, Drake reunited with the other Blackmores. After seeing the magical fuckery that was going on, Victoria decided to return to the mainland. Lest her children get caught in it. So, they returned to the Blackmore Manor; Drake took off that stupid costume, showered, and went to bed crying over a figure of him and Jade. It was a picture of Drake giving her a piggyback ride; he remembers it like it was yesterday… he remembered his lil’ bro Charles taking the photo. However, he had so much stamina and time for crying, and eventually ultimately passed out. Loudly snoring as he held the picture against his chest.

The house may have been peaceful before, but it damn sure wasn’t now. In the living room of the Blackmore house, right in front of the TV, Jack teleported himself and Ken in. When they were all kids, Jack had been at Drake’s place a few times, so this was nothing new to him. Though, his spontaneous teleportation wasn’t particularly common these days, so who could have predicted their arrival?

“... AW WHAT THE FUCK?!” Amanda shouted… as what was on the opposite side of the TV was Amanda and Nikki sitting on the sofa, trying to enjoy a nice game of Nomadic Odyssey. Amanda, out of surprise, flipped backwards over the back of the sofa before ungracefully hitting the ground. However, when she hopped up, she had a fully loaded Mossberg 500, and she aimed it at the two.

Jack, being used to this type of reaction following his jumps, simply smiled as he let go of Ken. ”I see you’re still as vicious as ever, Amanda.”

“Wait…” Amanda lowered the shotgun. “I recognize you, you’re that too-much-black-wearing sonnuvabitch from the Old Coven!”

Ken pulled his scarf down off his face, holding a hand up and smiling.
“Hello ladies… Where is Drake?”

“... What is going on in here?!” Victoria shouted as she walked over, holding a knife in one hand, and Juniper in the other. Her jaw dropped when she saw Jack and Ken, “.... Jack? Ken? What are you two doing here?”

Then her eyes drifted towards Amanda, “... And where did you get that shotgun from?!”

Amanda shrugged, “It ain’t a party until you add a shotgun to the equation!” She laughed.

“Um, hey,” Victoria ignored Amanda and turned towards the two, “Would you like some food? Maybe some tea? Also maybe knock on the door next time because we’re all a little bit on edge.”

“You know he doesn’t work that way, Sis. I half expected to be in Drake’s bedroom, in the closet or something… This is nice.”
Ken wandered away from jack, moving toward Victoria and Juniper.
“Ohhhhh hellooooooo! It has been too long, little one!” he began making funny faces, as was traditional. The Toad Man loved to entertain, and did so while speaking the most gothic kind of Japanese dialect one would be able to trace back. Like listening to Shakespear for the English speaking ear.

”The last time I teleported into his room, he launched me out of a window with his lightning aura spell,” Jack said, noticing the tiny child in Victoria’s arms. ”Tea sounds good, thank you. I didn’t intend to startle anyone, but Ken needed to speak with Drake about something.”

Ken was reciting a nursery rhyme he used to sing to his own younger siblings when Jack brought up the something.
“Oh, yes! Amanda? Do you know where Drake is keeping the special earrings? Jack and I are… Embarking. We may need all the help we can get, and we were wondering if he’d lend them to us.”

”Not before Auri approves of it, we aren’t. Remember?”

Victoria stuck her hand out and the knife floated back to the kniferack. She smiled as she raised a finger in the air, “One, I have the earrings, but if you want to ask Drake so we’re on the same page that’d be great. Two, Auri has zero say in what me, my brother, my sister, and my cousin, do with artifacts that belong to us.”

“... Also, Drake is hungover as fuuuuuuuuuucked, right now!” Amanda laughed. “You can knock on his door at your own peril!”

Ken looked incredibly embarrassed.
“Ah, I should’ve known… I’m sorry, Victoria.” he shook his head, straightening his back under her motherly gaze.
“Now, I will say that Auri Auclair has nothing to do with our current mission. Though, we are… Well, we’re attempting to do good for the Coven. As I said, we need all the help we can get. Jack and I plan on… Doing some heisting. So, if you’re the guardian, then you’re the one who matters most.”

“Ooooh! Can I come!?” Amanda asked.

“No,” Victoria facepalmed, “You have to stay here in case Father Wolf comes around.”

“Oh, right,” Amanda shrugged, slumping back into her seat.

“But, could you get Drake for me?” Victoria asked.
“Sure thing!” Amanda hopped out of her seat, ran up the stairs, and began loudly banging on Drake’s door. “Draaaaaaake! We got guests! They wanna see you!” she said in a singsong.

”... God damn, I’m coming!” Drake slurred… climbing out of the bed, opening the door, and groggily walking down the stairs. Amanda led him to the living room, and he had a hand to his face, wiping it off, before he saw Ken and Jack. His eyes shot open, ”Oh shit!”

“... Drake!” Victoria hissed, pointing at Juniper in her other arm.

”Oh, my bad,” Drake laughed. ”Didn’t expect to see ya’ll here…”

Then his eyes landed on Jack, before he crossed his arms. He sighed,

”Lemme guess, the Coven’s come for my head for what I did last week…” He closed his eyes.

”...No. Ken wanted to pay you a visit about a set of magic earrings.”

“Yes, Brother! It was… It was good to be fighting with you again last night. I… Truly, truly missed it. But, it made me remember the earrings. And, well, Jack and I want to go hunting for artifacts. Things were misplaced, or lost to us. We should replenish in times like this. So, I wanted to see if we could borrow them. And, maybe invite you along as a fellow Murasaki.”

Drake sighed.

”... I gave those up to Victoria,” He shrugged.

“I told them that, but I wanted to make sure that you didn’t have any problems with me giving them away,” Victoria said, before glancing at Amanda and Nikki. “And that goes for you two, too. Charles is unfortunately out of town and hard to get in touch with, so we’re going to count his vote out for the moment.”

”I mean…” Drake trailed off, ”Long as they’re not getting used against us.” He shrugged.

“I have no objections,” Nikki spoke up.

“Make sure to clean them when you’re done!” Amanda laughed.

“And, I only ask that you return them when you’re done,” She began, “They… don’t belong to us.”
“Yeah, they belonged to our dad,” Amanda said. “They’re very special to us.”

“I speak for the both of us, I believe, when we say that the Blackmores are just as special to us. Thank you for the vote of confidence, my dear friends… I understand the rules; and that we’re not meant to use them unless it’s absolutely necessary.” Ken intoned with a great deal of sincerity in his voice.

”Exactly. Hopefully, we won’t have to use them at all. But we are all in a desperate position right now. And personally, I don’t think we can stand up to Father Wolf in our current state as a coven or not as one. So, as Ken mentioned, I’ve been planning to look for other sources of power that we can all theoretically use.”

Jack knew that Drake probably wasn’t in the mood to even think about Father Wolf, but he also knew they couldn’t avoid him further. Whoever he was. ”Depending on Auri’s opinion, that is.”

“Hold on…” Victoria said as she walked by the sofa, passing Juniper to Amanda before she disappeared upstairs. After a few moments, she returned with two earrings hanging off her index and middle fingers. She presented them to the two, “I know you two are going to take care of them, so I’ll say….”

She smiled.

“... Use them well.”

Ken felt the warm metal in his hand, the little jewel dangling at the end of it. His face turned between the siblings, and he beamed from ear to ear.
“Arigato, dearest Blackmore Siblings. Your precious artifact is in good hands.”

“Stay safe!” Victoria said as she grabbed her child from Amanda.

”Yeah, keep Jack away from any extra-dimensional Hot-Topics…” Drake laughed.

”That one was almost clever,” Jack said, smiling back at him. ”We aren’t leaving for very long, and not any time soon. Once we find something, we shouldn’t be gone for more than a day at best.”

Before they left, Jack looked over to Amanda, Nikki and Victoria. ”I know you three chose not to rejoin us all, but you can always ask if you need anything. If you think you aren’t safe, find me or Ken, we want to help everyone as much as we can.”
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