[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ydPQN0Lh/1838d2018132c903189151c4257fb318.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ZRKRvbFN/giphy.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@KazAlkemi][@eclecticwitch][/center][hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]Present Day - The Castle: November 5th, 12,508 - 7:50 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][i][b]The Palace Courtyard...[/b][/i][/color]

	Antonije nodded, giving Amarantha a slight smile. He always got a sense of pride out of demonstrating his work. So many people in the Castle believed that [b]Magyk[/b] was the ultimate answer to every question, the solution to every problem - but he preferred machines. To him, [b]Magyk[/b] was hardly a science. It wasn't exact. Even as wizards claimed that their work had patterns and rules, it was little more than organized chaos. He stared at Mona for a moment, having sensed the slight [i]rock[/i] of a mental wall she had put up. He always did love a challenge. It was a shame that she was heading off. There was something about her that was unusual. 

	[color=cc33ff]"If you get a member of the Palace Guard to volunteer, then we can begin the demonstration,"[/color] Antonije mused. He knew that he could use his powers to compel someone to cooperate for this, but he figured that Amarantha would prefer to do things her way and that was fine by him - as long as he was getting paid. 

	Meanwhile as Mona made her way to go get something to drink and Sylvi wandered off, there were numerous options available to them. There was hot cider, as well as tea - and then something a bit stronger for those that were old enough to consume spirits. For food, there was mostly what could be called dessert bread - loaves of freshly made bread with bits of fruit and nuts mixed into the dough. The entire design of it was quite exquisite, meant to resemble a model of the Castle itself, and the bread pulled apart at the touch, making it ideal for serving. 

	Myrus was continuing to converse with Mavis Moll, the conversation less awkward than it could have been. The two of them had dated for a while and Myrus had pined after her, but it just hadn't been meant to be. By this point, he had realized that Mavis had been right all along - they were better off as friends. [color=ff0000]"I've missed this,"[/color] he told her with a smile. 

	"I have too, My," Mavis told him with a smile. 

	[color=ff0000]"Maybe we could go boating together, like old times?"[/color] he suggested. However, Mavis didn't respond, instead starting to cough. [color=ff0000]"Mavis...?"[/color] Myrus asked, getting worried as Mavis fell to her knees. Her skin was pale and blood trickled out of her mouth as Mavis fell to the side, revealing the [url=https://i.postimg.cc/dV4TxyXj/image.png]assassin[/url]. She was dead and Myrus' eyes started to water, as the air around his hands seemed to flicker, turning a dark shade of red. 

	[color=ff0000]"MURDERER!"[/color] Myrus screamed, before tackling the assassin to the ground. The assassin used the momentum and rolled, ending up on top of Myrus and he bared his teeth at the young prince, revealing a set of fangs. There was a dagger in his hand, stained with Mavis' blood and he stabbed Myrus, the young prince letting out a scream and managing to grab onto the assassin's tunic, charging it and priming it to explode. 

[color=ff0000][i][b]The Palace Proper...[/b][/i][/color]

	Poor Ahote, it seems that although he was able to recognize the vampires, he doesn't know too much about them - namely, he doesn't know how to kill them. All he can come up with is that they have enhanced speed, stamina, strength, agility, and senses. Of the rooms at the Palace however, arguably the Queen's Room is the most secure, as in order to enter, you need to be holding hands with a blood relative of the Queen. It makes it an ideal secure position, whereas Luna's room can easily be entered just by kicking down the door. None of the vampires had followed them yet though. [hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]The Witch Country: November 5th, 12,508 - 9:50 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	Agatha knew enough about the инфинити стонес to recognize the immense power that Fleur had. She hadn't heard of a mortal possessing one of the инфинити стонес in centuries, so just that very fact ended up breaking her concentration slightly. Combined with the forced severing of her own hand from the [b]Concilium[/b], the de-aging by twenty years, and the boiling blood... Her focus was shattered. Her spirit was not yet broken. 

	"If I am a worm, then you are the corpse I shall feed from," Agatha spat. She tried to [b]Reverse[/b] the [b]Magyk[/b] that was causing her blood to boil, but she couldn't shake the enchantment. Experience told her then that her best bet would be to cause the witch responsible to falter, to cause the [b]Magyk[/b] to cease as Fleur's concentration was broken. She tried to send solid discs of [b]Magyk[/b] at Fleur to sever her vocal chords, but it was to no avail. Her body was so battered and beaten that it was difficult for her to produce much [b]Magyk[/b]. [hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]Asgard: November 5th, 12,508 - 8:50 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][i][b]The Palace Lounge...[/b][/i][/color]

	Halley gave Cuyler a nod as he left to go fetch weapons and supplies. She was able to manipulate [b]Chaos Magyk[/b] at will, meaning that she could essentially materialize into reality anything she needed - but that wasn't the case this time. She had already packed a bag of supplies for herself and it was slung over her shoulder. She was dressed in Asgardian armor and had a scarlet cloak on as well, with her hair braided to one side. Taking the knife back from Arnora, she grimaced slightly. [color=ed145b]"Typical. In my father's time, there was speculation that beings from other worlds had an obsession with a land called London... It is not too far from where the Castle of the Small Wet Country resides. I suspect this may be some joke on Loki's part,"[/color] she mused. 

	[color=ed145b]"Though with his theft of the Tesseract..."[/color] Halley bit her lip. In her father's time, a being of enormous power had gathered the инфинити стонес and used them to nearly wipe out life in the universe. Although she knew that Loki most likely desired simply a throne, she didn't want to see a universe living underneath Loki's thumb. [color=ed145b]"We'll need to be discrete and effective whilst on Midgard. Our primary concern would be Fleur, the Witch Messiah... Heimdall informed me that she has the тиме стоне in her possession. Loki will go for her eventually I expect in order to collect it."[/color]

[color=ff0000][i][b]Myth and Bruce's Home... [/b][/i][/color]

	Medea then zipped into the room and more or less appeared next to her sister. [color=A6C1C3]"Ја сам овде,"[/color] she informed her twin. Marya was still frustrated with Myth and Bruce. They were making promises that she doubted they would keep. She wasn't biologically related to either of them - Medea was her only biological family here and the rest of her family, Antonije, was down on Midgard. What if he was in trouble and needed their help? What if they weren't fast enough to get to him? As Runa showed up, Marya looked at her sister, more or less asking Medea nonverbally if she wanted to just run out of there with her and blow off some steam. 

	Runa entered the household, the look of apprehension and worry on her face diminished slightly by seeing her grandson safe and sound. Halden helped to put things into perspective. [color=#a81a75]"The Tesseract was stolen from Odin's treasure room,"[/color] she told them, deciding to be blunt about it. [color=#a81a75]"The All-Mother and I were unable to determine the thief, but... Well..."[/color] she then paused, her face paling even more as she [b]Felt[/b] something. 

	[color=#a81a75]"The time stone was just used... This... This is not good, Brucey. The last time multiple stones were being dealt with... We nearly did not survive it."[/color] She took a slight breath, seeming more and more panicked by the second.