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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2014 0:44:04 GMT -5
Stephen stared at the empty void that once held the soul gem, and silently ran his fingers through his hair as he tries to figure how someone found its location. He made sure that the only person, that has access to it, was him. It possible for someone more skilled then him to break it, but he thought he hid it well enough. He decided not to dwell on it, since there are bigger things to worry about. He moves to wave his hand as to close the rift as he was wondering if everyone saw it what occurred or was it just him. He figured, he’ll explore the area and meditate on his findings, before contacting the illuminati.
He stepped into the room, where he kept a few of the artifacts, but the most important one rested in the center. The Orb of Agamotto as he walked over to it and sat down on the ground beside it as he closed his eyes. He relaxed and let his astral form leave his body, and travels outside his sanctum. He looked around the city from his new height and kept floating upwards until he hits the ceiling of the cage. If he felt pain in this state he would of wince from the impact and begins to touch and trace it downwards with a frown. He remembers earlier in the diner when he was doing a bit of magic to see the rest of day and speaks to himself “I’m starting to wish I didn’t know.” He sighs to himself and makes the trip back to his body after he finished mapping around the ‘cage’.
His eyes open up and look around the room out of habit to make sure no one came in while he was gone. He looked down to the orb and decides to gather so more information, before he tries to contact anyone. He closes his eyes and relaxes as his body starts to levitate off the ground. He focuses onto the orb as images begin to swirl within and his third eye opens up on his forehead. Soon he was seeing the events of this dimension as they occurred, seeing a few familiar faces. He looked further, seeing Thanos himself wielding the infinity gauntlet, and then his eyes open up “Hmm… This isn’t good.”
He relaxes his body and starts to track down members of the illuminati to speak with them mentally, but as he searches around the city. He couldn’t find any of them, and frowns “Great...” He weighs his options; he knew there were a few others from when he was looking through the orb. He lightly taps the ground as he thinks.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 29, 2014 23:38:02 GMT -5
 Pietro was getting nowhere, but then again he was avoiding those with the answers, he was off on his own doing as he pleased. Keeping his mind off the things he didn’t want to think about and keeping him busy. That only could last so long, so long before he has to face the facts, he was going to have to face his old team mates sooner than later, was he going to use the tired old line “Once an Avenger always an Avenger.” Though Pietro had options, least he thought he did, he hoped he did, there was one man he could visit, one man that would calm the chaos in Pietro’s head, he needed to see Doctor Strange.
Seconds it took before he stood outside the Sanctorum, he would not consider himself the man’s friend, but they had one connection and that was Wanda. It was this man who told them the force behind her powers. Now Pietro stood there wondering if New York was the way it was because of that very chaos magic. It was a worry of his, that maybe Wanda was behind this, would not be the first time her powers were used to change the world. He worried about her, he always did, but he understood they needed to be their own people, Wanda had held her own after M Day, he hoped she was doing fine now. But even with that hope he still wondered if someone was using her.
The speedster wasted no time getting into the building, even less time finding the Doctor looking into that orb of his. The white haired man leaned on the door frame his arms crossed over his chest, the usual annoyed look on his face; to be fair he always had that look. Strange did not look that different to him, not like Kurt had. He was at least the same age, the same man who joined the Avengers when the time needed, the man who tapped into dark magic Pietro knew hardly anything about. “Strange,” he said making himself known before he slowed his pace to what felt like a crawl and looked around the room before back at Strange. “How have you been?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2014 21:20:02 GMT -5
He remained levitating off the ground as he was focusing on the orb. He closed his eyes as he tries to once again to see if he can find the events that lead to this point, but his third eye catches sight of Pietro as he stops by his door. His eyes opening and looking over towards him when he spoke his name. It was a bit surprising, he would of expected Wanda to come by, not her brother. He gives a slow nod towards him "Good day Pietro." he says as he starts to unfold his legs and levitated normally off the ground, his third eye on his forehead closing.
He raised his hand just slightly to bring the orb upwards into the air, then sends it over to it's proper resting place, among the other artifacts. He brings himself to land on the floor as he speaks to him "Putting the current situation aside, I am doing quite well." he keeps a pleasant tone to his voice as he was trying to be kind to his visitor. Considering the home's defenses didn't go off, means there isn't any ill will towards him either "Would you care for some tea?" he asks him.
He stands there now, fully facing him as he speaks to the speedy mutant "Pleasantries aside, I can assume by your visit to my home, that you've come with questions." he expected people to eventually drop by to ask him a few things about the situation or maybe he is here about his sister. He couldn't tell with him so he just stands there and looks towards him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on May 4, 2014 1:03:05 GMT -5
Pietro gave the older man a nod. It was strange to him to even be here, again when it came to Doctor Strange, Wanda would have been the one to go, but he did not have Wanda, he wasn’t even sure if she was in the city, if she was then there was a reason she was hiding from him. He hoped she wasn’t in hiding; he didn’t like that very much. “Straight to the point then,” he stepped closer to the man; his nerves were getting the best of him which would make a hyper active five year old look calm.
“As you know,” he forced the words to be slow; he didn’t want to be repeating himself just because Stephen could not understand him. “I would not have bothered you unless I felt I need to, and I have no idea who else to ask.” He held his arms crossed over his chest as he paced around the room, not quite able to stay still. “We are trapped, I tried to get out, I ran into Kurt Wagner who isn’t the same Kurt I know, and last time, last time something strange like this happened it was because of me, because I made Wanda do it.”
Now he really had a hard time keeping himself under control. Remembering what he did, remembering why he did it caused the cracks in his mental stability to show, Pietro though on his own like this was more a danger to himself than others. “I need to know, is it her.” He bit down on each word. “Is this her magic, is someone using her, is she here?” All his questions were on Wanda, but they often were. For so long all Pietro has was Wanda, and he had done so much, burnt too many bridges that he still felt like all he had was Wanda, so the thought of her having anything to do with this weight heavy on his mind.
Pietro took in a long deep breath, at least long for him before looking at the older man; he took the needed seconds to collect himself. “You know her power, so I thought you could help, you understand the trouble we could be in if it is her.”
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2014 20:44:28 GMT -5
He stood in the center of the entrance to his home as he listened to Pietro as he speaks about what he knew so far about being caged. At the mention of Nightcrawler's name, his eyes shifted over to him "Kurt? Are you sure it was him?" He asked as for some confirmation that he heard it correctly. He knew that dealing with the infinity gauntlet, it would be possible to bring the past version of him here, but why? His head lowered slightly as he take on a thoughtful look with his glove hand, just under his chin.
His head raising up at the mention of Wanda's name and bringing up the event from what feels like long ago. He notices that something seems a little off with Pietro when bringing up the event, and turns to face him and walks over. He lightly moves his gloved hand to pat his shoulder lightly as he speaks to him "Calm your mind Pietro." he tells him as he brings his hand back to his side "Wanda's magic is not the cause of what is occurring at this time.." he tells him as he keeps walking "It would be a little simpler if it was, but I do not think she is in the city."
He hopes that little bit of news would ease his mind a little as he started to walk towards the kitchen "What is causing all this is far worse, Thanos has once again has assembled the infinity gauntlet." he tells him as stops by the doorway of the kitchen and turns to him "I do not know how many of us are here, but it will take us working together to find our way out." meaning Pietro may have to try and make nice with his old friends.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on May 25, 2014 1:06:22 GMT -5
The look that he was given by the older man caused Pietro to raise an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes a little, one thing Pietro was, he was always sure of himself and the information he gave “I am sure it was, blue, fuzzy, long tail and this annoying habit of teleporting, and it really isn’t the first time someone has returned from the dead.” He passed in a line trying not to touch or bump into anything of the Sorcerer’s things. “He was confused with me, the Avengers, he thought I was still with the Brotherhood, asked if Magneto had anything to do with him being here, he was younger, much younger, and with these little blue versions of him.”
The touch of the other startled him a little; he stopped in his tracks and looked at the older man. He opened his mouth to talk but closed it. Calm, when was the last time he was calm? He gave a little nod, he was right to come to Stephen, the answers he was given put rest his worry, there was still going to be some worry about Wanda, there always was. “That might be for the best, many people still are not too happy with us.”
Pietro followed Stephen to the kitchen still wanting to know why he was stuck in the city. “How? Shouldn’t someone have known he was doing this?” His mind was at eased only for a moment, his thoughts took off one more with the new information, “this, this isn’t good, us stuck in here, he can have at the whole universe!”
Everyone was going to have to put their differences aside, something Pietro had learned to do over the years. But how were things going to play out if some of their old friends were not the same people they knew, Kurt was an example of this, what other surprises were in store?
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