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Alexander Karamazov Vanburen



"It's worth a shot," Justin said as he was sure that it wasn't going to go anywhere.

He could just hear the vague excuse he'll make before he fucks off.


"I will call upon the old man's ghost from the afterlife, then." Alex answered with a shrug, though he turned away for a moment as he walked towards the room that he had been allotted to within the mansion a few weeks ago. Just like Georgie, he was not keen on having wet clothes in the cold of the weather, and wished to change as soon as possible. But not before changing out from these cold, wet clothes. Friggin woodland magicians..."

He then stepped out of the room, sidestepping the destruction that led towards the quaint little bedroom that he was given as a member of the Vanburen family, even if he refused to bear the name in any official documents due to his distate for their father. Alex phased through the door and immediately took off the still dripping clothing, hanging them to dry as he then dried himself with a towel. With that done, he put on a new set of clothes; a grey shirt, a black trenchcoat, and brown trousers, along with a pair of sandals. It wouldn't be long before he was back in the living room, though he had taken the trouble of taking a piece of chocolate that he had stashed away in his bags.

"Here's to hoping that I get to summon the one that I hadn't seen for the last 18 years of neglect." Alex grumbled as green clouds of magical energy began to pulsate around his hands; the Spectre was at work. Sooner or later, James Vanburen should come... or not. He could be too busy screwing with all the other ghosts, after all.


Raymond Salazar Vanburen



Well... that was certainly something. The entity outside had three faces, and disappeared as quickly as it came. They would be quickly gathered in the living room soon after the attack ended, though the destruction in there would be quickly apparent. Raymond was still soaking wet, though, and excused himself just like Alex and Georgie to get changed. After all, magic attacks aside, the flu could be a hassle, and getting sick while hunting for crazy kids was not going to help in any way.

Raymond looked at himself on the mirror of his room; the act of earthbending was such a sucker, apparently, as a pair of rather stingy cracks had opened up on his chest and shoulder, respectively. He placed bandaids on them as soon as he saw them, and reminded himself not to overuse his Terrakinesis, as it could kill him if he wasn't careful.

Either way, the seance was going to start. Shane had gone outside to track down the Wiccans and Ezra went out to check on an injured Arabelle. Ray spotted Georgie, to whom he inched closer to as he didn't feel like wanting to not to be near one of his half siblings. "We're one weird ass family, aren't we." Ray commented. "You know, I should try to know you guys more now that we're stuck in this predicament."

In the meantime, te green light from Alex's Affixed Apparition continued to shimmer as James was being called from the afterlife. He really should take this call...

Alexander Karamazov Vanburen



"So does anyone have a lead or even an idea as to where this curse came from so I can look into it?"


Alex thought long and hard as Justin presented the question to them. The Harrisburgs were suggested, but he had no idea who they were, just like Justin. He hadn't caught up with any of his half siblings until he met them a few weeks ago; heck, he didn't even know their names until then. Neither did he know about any of the feuds that their family... no, absentee dad had with anyonede else. Alex was still finding it hard to get his mind on the thing at hand, though, as it hadn't even taken in half of what had just happened. When the flood ended, he also stopped phasing just to see Ezra and Georgie on the stairs below, having been thrown off balance by the tidal wave. Then there was a massive quake, some wierd ass thing appeared outside, and it disappeared. He didn't see it; not that he wanted to.

It could be someone from our family,” Trisha spoke up, disdain clear in her tone. She was already annoyed about all that had gone on, and to still have to go through this meeting? She just wanted shit sorted. “Father had plenty of children we didn’t know about before now,” she glanced at Alexander, “maybe one of them decided to curse us all? Or a vengeful ex-wife? He definitely has plenty of those.”


Alex watched as Ezra took a call and left; it seemed that there was something amiss in the coffee shop, wherever that was. Either way, he spoke his piece.

"That makes plenty of sense, doesn't it." Alexander had a bit of a scoff in his voice, as he was like the black sheep of this family. "Who knows how many people he had pissed off in life. Heh." Getting into a more serious tone, he held his cross necklace and gazed upon its silver surface as if he was trying to x-ray vision through it. "Definitely not my mom, though. She knows nothing about magic and has been dead for ten years. Thanks be to him."

It was obvious, then, to whom he was referring to. "If you want, I could try to summon the old man's ghost from the afterlife for a while, try to get answers. I don't think he'd like to have a conversation with me, though. Not after what happened long ago."
Astrad Lungren






Location: Asgard



"What?" Astrad grumbled as Maria stared at him face to face, arrow in hand. He stared back, tempted to fire a blast of cold wind at her."Why are you giving me that creepy ass face-"

And then it happened. Astrad heaved over as Maria had stabbed him in the stomach. He did not see it coming, as she had literally carried him a few hours ago when they were flying away from that scuffle back in Levittown. True, they hadn't had the best of introductions, but they were both agents or SHIELD. This was just friendly fire!

Grumbling, Astrad put his hand over his wound, using his cryokinetic powers to cover it with ice in order to stop the bleeding. Before long, he had an impromptu bandage… covering... whatever.

"Someone get me a doctor…" Astrad croaked as the stab wound hurt like hell. He'll live. Probably.
I'm interested...

Also I'll use a picture instead of a description for the appearance of I do make an app


Eleazar Nikolavich Diaz-Sapohznik


"Where's your sister?"

Eleazar stood in front of his mom, a little unsure about the answer that he had mustered for her question. He was tasked with accompanying his younger sister Alessia to school everyday, as it was, as his mother put it, 'his prime directive'. The pendulum swung thrice before Eleazar broke the rather awkward silence that he and his mother shared in the dining room.

"She…" Eleazar stammered, scratching the back of his head. "Uh… left before I finished preparing my stuff…"

"Oh, that girl…" Felicita shook her head in annoyance. "She's as impatient as ever, no? She wouldn't even wait for you to come along with her to school… aren't your classes at the same time?"

"Actually, there's something else." Eleazar put on his signature black jacket from the coat hanger near the door before picking up his cane. "We're merging with another school that closed down for some reason today. Liberty High, I think. They're rich kids, mostly."

"Now that's odd." Felicita nodded slowly. "Okay. Do you have your lunch with you? How about your phone?"

Eleazar pulled out his lunchbox from the bag, shaking it in front of her. "I have everything, mom."

"Alright. Go say goodbye to your dad."

Eleazar nodded and quickly sprinted towards the bakery, which was a family business that had sustained them for the last twenty years. His father was the one running it, and he worked along with one assistant. Not enough was usually earned every day to pay a bunch of employees, so he usually had one or two teens working part time jobs. Their jobs were quite basic; put the bread in the bags, take the payments, give the change. The lives of this family were not glamorous, but they were not dirt poor either. They were somewhere in between.

"Dad, I'm going now." Eleazar said as he walked near the ovens where the bread was being formed from dough and yeast and whatever toppings/fillings they wanted.

His dad, who had taken to being called Nicholas after all of his years in America, turned from his work and handed him a paper bag filled with conchas. "Alright sonny, take care. Your sister had gotten ahead of you half an hour ago…"

"Okay dad." Eleazar then sat on the driver's seat of his electric tricycle, which was a quaint little thing that was clearly suitable for getting around in short distances, like the metres that he had to cover from home to school. Alessia was probably already there anyway…




After chaining up his electric tricycle on the parking lot, Eleazar quickly got in. There were noticeably more people in here, as the merging had begun. He imagined that quite a number of Rosefell students didn't like that these bourgesie Liberty High-ers were coming in here… but, if anything, if he was able to befriend a few, he'd get buddies that were rich… which was a win-win in any scenario. They'd get a homie as sweet as a cake, and his pizza cravings would be readily satisfied.

Either way, he found himself walking towards a table, filled with stickers with 'Hi, my name is' followed by a blank. It was another of these events, it seems. He would just put one on with his name written on it. Eleazar walked with a noticeable limp, as his left leg had been injured a year or so back in a football match.

It wouldn't be long before he found a familiar face, as he saw Cael Crawford along with Spike and a boy he did not recognize. Probably one of the newcomers.

Speeding up a little, he would walk up to them with a more or less sober expression. He did, however, lighten up when he got close to Cael, as he just hugged him from behind and used his shoulder as a chin rest. Typical demeanour from him to a friend. Eleazar did remember the time when Cael had fallen for him… but that was a long time ago. Right now, he was a friend. "Well, well, well, look at who the egregious tides of time and circumstance had brought into this... humble institution." He extended a hand to Christian, though not before taking his glove off. "Eleazar Nikolavich, at your service. I assume you're one of the newcomers from the… uh… what was it again… Liberty, right. Liberty High." His memory was a little spotty; he had little sleep last night due to playing Dungeons and Dragons with his… international friends. "You lot are welcome in this place, I guarantee that you will have a lot of fun here. And make new… um… friends. And stuff. You know what I mean… hehe. Heh." At that moment, he just pulled out a Concha and began munching on it. "Just ask... us if you have questions. And stuff."

Awkward…



Kotov Yurievich - Blitzkrieg


"Kotie? Is that you...?" she asked weakly, feeling for his hand, squeezing gently when she found it. There was the smallest of sparks and a flutter in her heart, and Myrtle knew it was him.


"Yes, Myrts." Kotov sighed in relief as she held his hand. She was in a bad shape, but at least this nurse lady here had helped her recuperate from the injuries that whoever attacked her caused. Right now, the only thing to do was to get her away from here as soon as possible, as the people who had assaulted Wallflower could come back sooner or later. They may return to ensure that their prey was truly down, or to see if someone had come to her aid, and hurt them too.

"I'm assuming you'll be taking care of her? Please, make sure she gets enough rest tonight; she needs to fully recover before...well, before being active again."

Elena started to gather her stuff and then stopped. "Oh, I almost forgot. My name's Elena," she reached inside her bag for a couple of cards. "This is my contact information. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to reach out to me."


"That I will do." Kotov would then put his arms under Myrtle before hoisting her up from the ground in a manner similar to he way he had carried Ray the night before. "Thanks for taking care of her. I'll reach out if your assistance is needed again."

Kotov sighed. "She wasn't supposed to be alone..." Knowing Ray, he probably had tried to get together with her, but was probably rebuffed or something, maybe because she was embarassed. Of course... she's almost always embarassed. Ah well, he thought while taking steps towards the nearest power line. It seems that they need to sort things out first...

Before going, he turned to Elena. "Hey, um, Elena." He handed her no less than 20 dollars. Just a little token of gratitude... for being there. Also... You sure you want to walk these streets at night alone?"
Astrad Lungren






Location: Asgard



"Oh... okay." Astrad nodded as Nana confirmed that Asgardian healers had already come to check Raynor's condition
For all its worth, if such an ancient race were unable to fix the condition of this man, nobody probably could. Well, nothing short of a miracle, nonetheless. Or maybe it was just magic. Fairy tale magic. The one where somebody wakes up from a kiss, just like what happened right now. His social ineptness was rather embarassing, though. He was blundering in his speech in front of all these people... ugh.

Astrad watched as Raynor began crying as the sight of Nanna. "What...", he thought to himself as the naked man was still weeping. Was he her son or nephew and hadn't seen her in a long time? No, that can't be; she doesn't even know. But he knows her... so... why?

He just sighed. He considered giving Raynor his trenchcoat, but it would just get wet. It was better to just let this pass for now. Leave it to the wife to give him comfort.
Kotov Yurievich - Blitzkrieg


An irate Kotov Yurievich hunched down on his desk, a black document set up on the laptop set up before him. He wore his black framed eyeglasses, and looked a little haggard as he was wearing a maroon t-shirt, pajamas, and aslippers. His hair was chaotic; he obviously forgot to comb. He had just woken up. Kotov was on the phone, and it looked like he was being bothered.

"No, Mindee, I don't have the files for the next batch of articles." He stood up and walked towards the refrigerator on his room, taking out a carton and pouring himself a glass of milk. "Listen, Mindee, you just woke me up and it's midnight, of all times... yeah, I'm sorry for being snappy... no, what? The boss shortened the deadline? Ah, whatever, just get your entries as soon as possible so that I could check them... okay, bye. Tell Clark that he owes me a hundred dollars from the time that I paid his contribution for the surprise birthday party for Will... yes. Ok, bye."

Kotov sighed, putting his phone down. "Unbelievable..."

ring ring

He looked back down, apparently a little frustrated that the universe just wouldn't let him get to sleep. However, he saw the number. It was Myrtle.

"Hi um, this is Wallflower calling. I'm sorry to bother you, but... I need your help. Please, come get me..." Myrtle pleaded into the phone with a slight tremble in her voice, making sure to give her location before she hung up.


"Oh, my. Okay. I'm coming." Kotov then rushed towards his cabinet, pulling out a jacket and putting on his shoes, as the outside was really cold. With the location locked in his mind, he turned himself into electricity and went towards her. Now, she was a damsel in distress. She probably was defeated in some fight... Wasn't she and Ray supposed to be going together now?

Soon enough, an azure streak crackled in the powerlines near Wallflower'd location, eventually ending up as a man that reformed from the electric stream near Wallflower and Elena. He hadn't even bothered to put a Maks on as he was hurrying to get there. "Wallflower?" Kotov rushed towards her, kneeling besides her. "What happened?"

He then turned to Elena, who appeared to have helped her. "Thank you, Miss."

Finbarr Callaghan | The Spacetime Breacher


Despite their attempts to hail themselves as a neutral vessel, it seems that the other ship had completely ignored their petitions. Truly, these were the Butchers that Narvia despised so much; capricious ex-soldiers with an insatiable thirst for death and destruction. It was a good thing that the one that commanded them before into battle was dead, but the audacity of a Heavy Cruiser to fire upon a lightly armed Light Freighter that with "absolutely clear intentions of neutrality" was truly astounding!

"Welp." Finbarr grunted as the weapons of the Heavy Cruiser impacted upon their shielding. "Looks like I will have to do this sooner than later, then." He then drew one of his plasma blades, intending to ignite it once they had crossed into the other side of the portal that he was going to create in a few moments. The members of the boarding party were all there; Nero, Tarak, Narvia, and Abaddon, along with his good self. He would perhaps be one of the most integral members of the boarding party, as he was their way in and alsot the way out. By this time, he was already familiar enough with the Xiang... Xuang... whatever to be able to safely portal back into it without looking into its window.

"Alright, who here is going into a portal for the first time?" Finbarr asked as he peered over to see in the windows of the enemy ship. There were some answers, some of which would be rather concerning. "Yeah, it doesn't matter now. As long as no one throws up."

Taking a hard look into the windows, Finbarr then spoke lowly as he summoned his Breach Portal spell. "Et ponte et aperire..."

A burst of blue energy, shaped like flowing water and magic mixed together, came out of his left hand, which rapidly coalesced into a breach. He would be the last to come through, as he needs to maintain it in order for the others to go through. The other side would be visible on the bridge of the enemy ship; the route is sure. "Hop in, and make sure you don't throw up."
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