[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] N/A
[b][color=6644ff]Spells:[/color][/b] Darkvision
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Stephen Strange's death meant that Earth 666 was put on a shelf life- It would no longer [i]be[/i] Earth 666 if that wasn't fixed. Jack understood this much, it was a Sorcerer Supreme's job to keep that from happening. What he didn't understand was why Stephen didn't have a contingency in plan that didn't have room for this kind of thing. Now the entirety of a universe had to wait with its proverbial driver seat unattended, for what could be seconds or even eons. He could've had anything in place, a Shiar golem imbued with the power necessary, sorcerers trained in maintaining the spells... Anything. That's what Jack would have done. It seemed that was what he would be doing in the near future, in fact.

Jack strolled down a rocky path, in no clear hurry to get out of this hell. Hands in his pockets, and the alien wine in the cloak's, he carried himself forward like this was just another day in the park. For a chronic world hopper like him, it was just that. This world didn't bother Jack. It stung, being present in it, but one learned to tolerate it the way one learned to tolerate ghost peppers in their food. Jack wasn't a fan of ghost peppers, in fact, they made him lose his appetite. But the principle of it was the same. Breathe in, let the lungs remember the sting of the wind, breathe out, and accept that this is the air. 

He saw the mist in the distance, and didn't falter. Rather, Jack stepped in, knowing he had to keep walking forward. It stung his eyes and felt coarse against his face, but he accepted this. Jack closed his eyes, and when he opened them again they felt… Warm. The last time he was here, his eyes weren’t bleeding. He hadn’t encountered this mist then, so he shut his eyes and had an idea. Jack touched his fingers to his forehead, and opened his senses outward. Light was taken out of the equation of vision. Alas, it worked, but he could only see his own eyelids. Worth a shot, at least.

He opened his eyes, which were now a pair of onyx-black orbs for the next few minutes, and exited the mist. Red blood mixed a strange murky black substance like oil in response to his spell. It made the blood he wiped away look like it had poison in it. In the distance, he saw two figures. From the look of it, he could barely make out the Cloak of Levitation… On both of their shoulders. Odd.

He approached them, wearing the same cloak and magic eye.

[color=6644ff]”You both have the cloak as well. You must’ve been sent here by Stephen Strange ad well, I take it.”[/color]

They looked human. More so than he did with magic altering his eyes currently. Hopefully they wouldn’t be bothered by it, but this was Limbo. Everything was intimidating in Limbo.