Professor Weaver wrote:"Your deceptions and ploys don't stand up to the Truth of Ma'at, Trickster."
Hazard wrote:Hazard just grinned and laughed. "Me? An X-Man? Nope! Just here to fuck with Tomorrow."
The headcase made finger guns and energy beams shot Loki point blank.
Legion wrote:Sean opened a crack in the foundation of the cliff, which revealed a room that likely should not be in the Lighthouse, under normal circumstances.
The room was dark, so it would have taken a second or two for most people to get their sight, but not Sean.
The....the room was filled...the room was filled with...
The COUCH. That was no couch, but a Will, on all fours, bloating unnaturally, with a second Will...seemingly attached, blending in, to form the back. Several Wills, arms and legs gone, stumps blending in, lay on the couch...as throw pillows, perhaps? The table was a Will, arms and legs bending unnaturally to force her face up and flat...
The light in the room was provided by another Will, hanging, hogtied, from the ceiling, with candles stuck deep into his flesh, providing a flickering light. Though it would be tough to see from their angle, the candles, too, were Wills, slowly melting as the flames licked down their hair. A second Will served as a sort of lamp, doubled over, her butt sticking high in the air with a lightbulb rudely slammed into it.
Another Will, her stomach bloated, was blended into the wall, hanging there, turning her face to look at Sean as he walked in. Her stomach was see-though, made of glass, and inside of it, two more tiny Will-mermaids swam, swimming slow spirals and flips.
In front of the table was a Will, stretched out horribly, a television screen surgically implanted into where his chest should be, wires and cables snaking out the back into an outlet on the wall. On the dresser (another Will, of course, with drawers cut into her body) were twelve more tiny Wills, each speared through the chest by a fine string, attached to one another like that.
The bookshelves were two Wills, with one Will each as each shelf, the carpet on the floor seemed to be a skinned Will, the fireplace was burning, with logs made of Wills...
..and...every...single...Will...turned....to...look...at....Sean.
Sean Hall wrote:Sean tried a different spell this time grabbing a piece of chalk, a knife, and a mirror from various pockets. He drew a complicated looking design like he had back when they'd been chasing the vampire. He traced the final rune with blood and smashed the vial of quicksilver against the cliff. The mercury spread to fill the spell circle, leading hopefully this time not to a land of horrors. Otherwise Sean supposed it was time for them to fight a god.
Byrna Cooper wrote:"Anything I can do to help?"
Bear ran up to Sean, throwing away her one empty satchel, and opened her second satchel, taking a defensive position while Sean did his magic thing.
The Mockery wrote:The Mockery strode up to Sean, her suddenly pungent odor becoming overpowering.
“wOUlD yOu LiKe iT BlOOOdDy?” She asked, before retrieving a blunt, rusty, disgusting knife, and licking Sean’s neck and cheek.
Toshiro Narumi wrote:"I'm shockingly bad to eat!" Bruce quipped before he spat a ball of lightning at the stinky villainess.
Hazard wrote:Hazard went limp.
Another Hazard came at Loki with a bone blade for an arm.
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