[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=6644ff]Jack Hawthorne[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1071511694637006920/1107753925676900392/20230515_153755_0000.png?width=1111&height=625[/img][hr][b][color=6644ff]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
[b][color=6644ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Agility, Magic Combat
[b][color=6644ff]Spells:[/color][/b] Weightless Body, Shadow [s]Scythe[/s] Spear???
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[color=6644ff]"Dealings is one way to put it. Strange is- Was the sorcerer supreme of my world. I say mine because there are countless ones, each with a sorcerer supreme that prevents each world from melting and merging with another. His death means the world I'm from- and likely the one we're all from- Will eventually begin to collapse on itself. That is what they call an existential apocalypse, and not a very pleasant experience to subject one's self to- I'm sorry, I'm rambling pointlessly. Anyway, yes. I've had dealings with him. Strange's position is one so important that it becomes necessary to fill it the moment the sorcerer supreme of a world dies or cannot perform their duties. That, according to this letter he sent us, is why we have his cloak and amulet. What I don't know is why we all have copies of them both. That is unusual, but anything is possible in the grand scheme of things, so we may find an answer."[/color]

Jack was many things. Short-winded in speech was not one of them. Something crosses his mind. [color=6644ff]"I have a question for both of you. The world we stand in does not experience time like other places- What year it where you two are from. Where I am from, it is the year 2026."[/color]

As they walked towards the castle, its impossible, borderline non-Euclidian height made itself totally apparent. This tower was here for a reason. It was ominous, like all things in Limbo. He thought to look for a door, when the scream rang out. Jack's head began to swim like a kaleidoscope. It was agonizing, but not entirely unfamiliar. [color=6644ff]"I think I know that voice, wait here."[/color] Turning his back to Annika and Madalyne, Jack took a few steps forward, bent his knees and pushed off the ground. The coat he wore fluttered with the umbral magic that radiated off of him. If Annika or Madalyne were particularly sensitive to the presence of magic energy, they might've felt something strangely inviting about the sudden shift in the atmosphere. Jack floated upwards at a pace of several feet per second, climbing higher into the air and not stopping. 

As he neared the top, he saw a familiar face. Ananym, the young child of Belasco himself, being circled by demons. He knew that child, he even got an invitation to one of her birthday parties. He would've gone if he wasn't busy riding a dead Celestial like a comet through a new solar system at the time. Alas, this was a defenseless kid, and Jack wasn't quite that heartless. He flexed his artificial fingers and shaped a shadow into a weapon. He intended for it to be a scythe, but Limbo had a strange way of receiving Everdark energy, so it only turned out as a spear. He could work with that. He floated towards the edge of the tower and shouted at the top of his lungs.

[color=6644ff]"DEMONS! LEAVE HER ALONE."[/color] He pointed the black, impromptu spear at some of them. [color=6644ff]"THIS IS NO WAY TO TREAT THE DAUGHTER OF BELASCO, RELENT OR [i]SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!"[/i][/color] Jack quickly shot Ananym a dissonantly gentle, sympathetic look as he turned his full attention to her attackers.