[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] Edge of the Twilight Pass, Everdark Dimension -> Limbo [b][color=6644ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [b][color=6644ff]Spells:[/color][/b] Weightless Body [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/710908524602851461/1119732958107021322/f7059321aefbfb8ce4923b133f1f9d6d.png?width=343&height=625]Outfit[/url] [hr][hr][/center] Three in the morning, relative to the Pass' outgoing rift. Jack checked the magic [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/710908524602851461/1119736331170488442/image.png]watch[/url] he always carried with him. It always told the time in California's time zone perfectly. And yet, time still always got the better of him in the Everdark. He stared out the window of his kitchen, into the ethereal kaleidoscope of dark rocks and onyx-colored grass that bled into greenery. It was like the entrance to a cave, rough and irregular in shape, but the precipice between two different worlds. The Twilight Pass was an area of this constantly-shifting realm that spilled into Earth-666, just one of trillions to be found and folded outwards like paper to become a proper gateway. Moss crept up shards of black, glassy crystals that grew out of geological structures beneath grass. Patches of soil, which felt like ash from a furnace and smelled of ink, sprouted colorful flowers that thrived off of the faint trails of mist and sunlight that leaked in. They curled up and out the sides of pale stones in a walkway, stretching towards the rift like they yearned for home. Beautiful, cognitive dissonance made manifest. There was no sunrise in the Everdark, no moon to watch creep up and over the ominous mountains surrounding this home of his. The sky simply didn't even exist, in the same way a color one could only see in dreams didn't exist. Even still, Jack knew how to tell when it was past midnight. The sun rose over California roughly 15 hours ago, at 6am. At that point the rift was dark. When the sun set through the rift, it was actually a few hours from morning. If Jack went through an hour or two after that point, it would be mid-day. Of course, he had his watch for that exact purpose, but spending as long as he had in here burned that fact into his head years ago. The strange thing about living in the middle of two time dilations, though, was that one's body often compensated for both. To Jack, dinner was the same as breakfast. And breakfast was right about now. Jack closed the window and turned back to the magically powered stovetop he bargained for at an alien appliance store meant for wizardly customers. It wasn't a very fancy breakfast... Or dinner. It was chopped peppers of three different kinds seared in oil and paired with leftover chicken marsala from two nights (days?) ago. In one hand, he grabbed a wine glass from a cupboard and a bottle of wine he received as a gift from a lich on an artificial planet in Earth-7895's galaxy. Dinnertime. Breakfast time. [hr] [center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/710908524602851461/1119726707738431518/image.png?width=1440&height=574[/img][/center] He sat down in the living room of his dark and dramatic home. This was a place he built out of magic, extradimensional materials foreign to earth, and sheer aesthetic intrigue. In one hand he ate, with another he flipped through pages of a [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/710908524602851461/1119746488872992778/image.png]book[/url] as he drummed up thoughts on a magic-related theory. Oh, how he [i]loved[/i] chasing theories. He had so many. Jack reached for the wine bottle, and was just about to crack open the seal when he felt something drop over his shoulders. He instantly jumped to his feet, half expecting another wraith to have broken into through the closet again when he recognized the tacky red design of the Cloak of Levitation. It was at this moment when Jack knew exactly what was happening. He could hear something rattling in the quiet of his home as the sound of a door suddenly flinging open disturbed him. Something flew through the hallway and straight at him like a baseball, and he caught it with a hand made of darkness. When he looked, Jack saw the Eye of Agamotto glaring up at him, vibrating between his voidy fingers. [color=6644ff]"Isn't it a little early to be knocking on doors, Doctor?"[/color] He asked, knowing the Eye wouldn't actually relay his voice. In response, the infernal amulet's neckband reached for him as if he were a magnet, rattling lightly. [color=6644ff]"Well [i]excuse me[/i] for being a touch occupied with dinner. Oh, just hold on for a minute already."[/color] Holding the eye away from his face, Jack fished around in the cloak's pockets for a note, awkwardly unfolding it with one hand and reading- [color=6644ff]"His [i]what?[/i]"[/color] Oh boy. This was going to be a long evening. Jack slipped his book into the cloak's pocket, and grabbed the wine he had yet to open. [color=6644ff]"Nochalla, don't touch my dinner!"[/color] He called out, to seemingly no one in particular as he let go of the Eye, which wrapped itself around his neck at long last. He then grabbed the empty glass and considered the implications of this note. [color=6644ff]"Now just how exactly does that third string hedge wizard expect me to-"[/color] A vibrant yellow light exploded into existence from underneath Jack's feet, and he fell out of the Everdark. After he vanished, a black cat with three eyes jumped onto the table, and proceeded to lick at the chicken Jack was eating. [hr] Down into a pit of fiery hell and damnation came Jack with the grace and somber majesty of an angel. Perhaps it was the Cloak's doing, or perhaps it was simply the fact that Jack was used to falling through extradimensional holes at this point, but he landed like a cloud, even with the knee-high combat boots he wore. He floated to the ground entirely unbothered by the sudden teleportation, and then took in his surroundings. Limbo. A place he had been to a few times. The smell of agony on the wind was an acquired taste, but one Jack was accustomed to already. Surely Belasco didn't realize he was cheated out of his money during that poker match years ago... Or perhaps this was Strange's doing. Looking around, Jack couldn't see anyone. He was suddenly really grateful that he brought a stiff drink. [color=6644ff]"Stevie, just what in the name of Arishem have you gotten yourself into this time?"[/color]