[h1][b][i][color=CC99FF][center]Dorian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019aacc4-d0b8-7328-a370-09b2f1f001a8.webp[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=CC99FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: 
[color=CC99FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Possession Combat, Telekinesis,  ElectoroMagnetic Manipulation [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1220897088322277436/Screenshot_20240322_204856_Instagram.jpg?ex=66109c05&is=65fe2705&hm=639d58a538e21bf7ab4251ae2cd57815ec479bf241a93e68c915e7f911234b1e&]Work Out Fit[/url][/center]
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While Wiccan’s body remained behind, suspended in flight, his soul found itself elsewhere in the Astral Plane. He usually wasn’t conscious when he came here, instead visiting it in dreams. He loved the realm though, as it was a place of possibility. And who was he if not a sorcerer of chance? He grinned slightly at Dorian’s challenge, brushing a curl of hair out of his eyes. “Away from the cameras? Alright, then. A wizard’s duel,” he asserted. “Don’t hold back,” he then requested. He wanted to see what Dorian Gray could do. If he was half the mage his father was, then he’d be a formidable opponent indeed. 

	He deftly crafted a ball of pure arcane energy, stretching it out as to become notes of music - the opening score of one of his favorite movies, the original Frankenstein - [i]”itsaliveitsaliveitsalive”[/i]- with the intention of lobbing them at his opponent. But the energy he weaved was too much, the magics too powerful and unstable, causing the bolt to burst prematurely - a deafening wave of sound unleashed that deafened him, his ears ringing even without his body. 

Dorian watched as the beautiful mage moved one of his perfect curls out of his face. The way he accepted the challenge made him flutter a little, having had a crush on him the previous years but giving up once Teddy was in the picture. [Color=CC99FF]”Somet'in’ tells me I wont be afforded t'e chance to mon chère.”[/color] He replied as he watched Wiccan building up energy within his hands. He was ready to dodge it, but there was no need. Dorian needed to use this moment to his advantage. He looked down and noticed a small tinge of red where his heart would be, not all of it but a small dot. That must've been his connection to Percy, that was where he'd need to draw his power from. 

Dorian began to weave his hands like spellwork, focusing on the connection between himself and Perce as grainy static that looked straight out of a horror movie built up within his palms before solidifying into a singular strand of pure white light. He extended his right hand outwards towards Billy as lightning coursed from him to Billy's chest, slamming him with an impressive force of electricity. 

“Hoary hosts of Hoggarth!” Wiccan cursed, as he felt more alive than ever before - painfully so. He’d never been electrocuted before, and it wasn’t something he wished to experience again. Even here, his hair began to stand up straight, and his teeth chattered with a strange, jittery chill. “You’ll have to teach me that one.” He recalled the energy that had coursed through his body, shifting probabilities until a ball of lightning appeared in his grasp, and he shot it outwards - [i]”zapzapzap”[/i] his aim a little poor, but for his first time, he wasn’t displeased with it. 

[Color=CC99FF]”Looks to me like you almost ‘ad it t’ere. Lucky for me t’at you missed. Been shocked one too many times an I don't need anot'er one.”[/color] Dorian replied as he made a yanking motion with his hand. An invisible force came shooting out from behind Wiccan, hitting him in the back. It wasn't nearly as powerful as he'd done in previous battles, but then again things worked differently here in the Astral Plane. He couldn't use his bread and butter abilities and had to rely more on creativity. 

“How many times have you been shocked?” Billy asked, raising an eyebrow. He flinched slightly as something struck him in the back, but he was used to the occasional sparring match with Tommy - it didn’t feel too different from what a speedster might do. And so, he decided maybe it would be good to use the same approach he had for Tommy - he snapped his fingers, chanting [i]”Iwantyouinchains Iwantyouinchains Iwantyouinchains,”[/i] as links made of pure arcane force wrapped around Dorian, binding him. 

[Color=CC99FF]”Enough times to stop tryin' to scare my family by goin’ t'rough t'e television.”[/color] Dorian listened as Billy began to chant his magic, chains wrapping him as it began to take hold. This wasn't the first time an opponent had attempted to pin him down. But Dorian was slippery. Even in the Astral he allowed himself to become even more intangible than he should. The chains slipping off of him and onto the ground as he floated up and over them before some semblance of opacity came back to him. [Color=CC99FF]”Sorry Billy, but only my boyfriend gets to do that now, and you missed that chance my freshman year.”[/color] 

“Wait, pause,” Wiccan’s jaw dropped. “You had a crush on me?”

Dorian floated there, legs crossed as he spun upside down. [Color=CC99FF]”Uh duh, majorly.”[/color]

“My acne was [i]horrible[/i] our freshmen year,” Billy countered. 

[Color=CC99FF]”Im not so superficial as to care for something like that. Looks change with time but character is what matters. Besides, under all the acne you turned out real cute.”[/color]

Billy blushed. “Th-thanks,” he stammered. “You were cute too - are cute, I mean - agh. Should we get back to fighting?”

[Color=CC99FF]”As opposed to flirtin’ in t'e Astral Plane while our boyfriends fight in anot'er realm to win a contest? Maybe we should.”[/color] Dorian said with a wink. He rolled back so that he was no longer upside down and placed his hands by his sides. He stood much in the manner Magneto did when he flew. Trying to gather more electromagnetic pulses around him to shield him, but nothing happen. 

Billy almost stumbled backwards, incredibly flustered. “Fl-flirting? I’m not - we aren’t - agh - just - I - um - [i]shutupshutupshutup![/i]” he stammered. A piece of duct tape appeared across Dorian’s mouth.  

Dorian's eyes began to glow as he launched another bolt of lightning towards Wiccan before peeling off the tape from his mouth. [Color=CC99FF]”Oh? So I'm [i]not[/i] cute? That hurts Billy. Oh, and I don't need to speak to cast.”[/color]

The lightning struck Billy almost as hard as his anxiety, his nerves rapidly skyrocketing. “No, you are cute - I didn’t mean - I didn’t - I - maybe we just don’t talk the rest of the fight and go back to our respective boyfriends!” he suggested. “And and maybe you don’t need to talk to cast but you do need luck so - good luck! Or or bad luck!”

Dorian scoffed, a trace of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. [Color=CC99FF]”Wha– no talking? But bantering is t'e best part of any fight!”[/color] His hand extended out and gripped the area around Billy's throat. He'd feel the pressure against him as he began to choke. [Color=CC99FF]”Drop t’e Jinx before I choke you out please! I was debatin’ on just ‘oldin’ your tongue but given ‘ow good I am wit’ mine I'd ‘ate to damage anot'ers.”[/color]

He gasped, his hands instinctively going up to his throat as Billy tried desperately to breathe. He could barely get air in, his voice coming out more as a wheeze as he cast, summoning another Shield of the Seraphim - as blinding golden light surrounded him, severing the telekinetic hold. “This is all very confusing, with the Darth Vader attacks and the wordplay!” he protested. But he couldn’t hide the blush that had turned his face crimson. “And I’m not dropping the jinx!”  

Dorian sighed as the shield went up. [Color=CC99FF]”I didn't want to ‘ave to do t'is…”[/color] He said as he flew towards Billy, phasing past the shield he had shot up in an attempt to possess him to end the jinx on himself. It was…different than before. Usually when he took over another he felt their self shrink within himself as he took the reins of the body. But he'd never attempted to possess an Astral Entity. He should've thought twice on it as instead of them fighting over control of the body, they fused into a singular one. One entity working in tandem with the souls within it. It reminded Dorian of the stories his father told him about Genosha, about the Mutant Circuit. 

The new entity paused for a moment, before drawing its sword, and slicing a hole through the astral plane, a tear that revealed the arena - that revealed the contest. 

The entity gazed on through, staring at its companions, locked in bitter combat. Gazing at the destruction that had been wrought, the arena in shambles.

“This isn’t right,” its voice boomed, as it stepped on through the tear. “We will fix this.”