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[b]Location: The Red Devil, Lost Haven
Time: Pax, Present[/b]
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	Marie ascended the stairs with quickened pace, fearing what her absence had wrought. [i]I can’t believe I left them alone[/i], she scolded herself internally, stopping at the first door on the second floor of The Red Devil. She had proven herself a valued member of the team, acting against the Silver Sorceress and her spells in the first phase of battle, but she had also allowed herself to fall prey to exhaustion, not to mention some strange, ethereal presence that liked to pop up and take control of her body. No matter what she had accomplished before, it had been undermined by the sorceress’s sleeping spell. Marie had to fix things.

	“The Workshop” as the witches called it, was her destination. It was the only room in the entire tavern that held all the tools of the trade, and it was here where the witches crafted their spells for clients. Marie used the abundance of resources to create a mystical aromatic, a charm that, when lit, would emit a magical vapor that could reverse the effects of illusions and other bewitchments. Her counter magic had worked wonders against the sorceress’s other spells, she had no reason to believe this wouldn’t do the same. 

	After the spell was crafted, Marie tidied herself up, wiping away some of the dirt and grime on her tattered clothes, replacing her broken mask with a similar one kept in the workshop. Once she felt more collected, she returned to the ground floor and went straight for Puck’s door. She wouldn’t waste time wishing Joseph and company more luck, there was nothing else she could say to prepare him. She reached the door, knocked three times, said aloud her destination, and opened it, the otherside appearing in the factory that was Diplodoc’s base.
 
	As soon as she arrived back in West Virginia, she lit the aromatic, tossing it into the middle of the room. The smoke shimmered slightly as it weaved in and around her teammates unconscious forms, filling their nostrils with a sweet, invigorating scent. The effects of the spell wouldn’t be immediate. It would take some time to fully counteract the magic that held them unconscious, but they would awake soon enough.

	Marie turned on her radio, which had been cut off during her fight with Odette. 

	“H-hey,” she said with a hushed tone. Realizing that she would probably just sound like radio static, she bucked up and spoke with more force. “Hey, Iron Knight. I got side-tracked and had to go silent for a while, but I’m back at Diplodoc’s base. Silver Sorceress is down and she managed to take out the rest of the team with some sort of sleeping spell, but I’m undoing it as we speak. Also, there’s, um, no sign of War Pulse. He must have gotten transported somewhere else.” She paced around the area, waiting for her teammates to awaken. 

	“I can join up with team two if you want, provide them with some magical assistance once they find the Doctor, or  I can wait here for the rest of team one to wake up. I suppose it’s up to you.”