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Morgana Faith


Morgana had to admit that she had been rather curious was all of this was about, before this meeting. Although summoned, she had been purposefully kept in the dark regarding the details of this assignment aside from being told that it would involve fieldwork and a trip to Germany; it wouldn’t be the first time, the OMR did enjoy keeping its secrets at times. She had thought it would be some kind of new project; something cutting edge and top secret, given the lack of details, or perhaps something anomalous had been found and they needed her expertise.

Finding out that instead she was to assist in what was essentially a criminal investigation was… disappointing.

Her remit was that of research, not investigation and although they both might be concerned with the matter of finding answers they had little in common with each other in practice. There was little use she could see for her skills here, which meant this whole endeavour was going to be a waste of her valuable time. The mundane and non-magical nature of the crimes in question only made things worse; arms shipments and terrorist cells were no concern of hers. The only point of interest in this whole thing was the possible use of teleportation magic to transport the illicit materials. Long distance teleportation was always a tricky prospect, though not impossible, and the difficulty only increased with the amount of matter being transported and the distances involved; if they were using such methods to move their shipments around then that suggested the group had someone particularly talented in the use of teleportation rituals, a being of immense magical power in their employ, or something else entirely. Any one of which would be interesting.

It was a bare thread, but one she’d have to cling to for now.

“Aside from the teleportation spell, are there any other cases of them using magic?”
Sarah Lillian Whitlock


Strangely enough the explanation Mr Reid gave them didn’t really, well, explain anything. Anima Fluxx? Reality chips? The pulp sci-fi feeling wasn’t getting any less intense the more she heard about this place, though she was at least starting to get the impression that this place was inter-dimensional rather than interstellar. It would go some way towards explaining why everything looked so uncanny; the televisions and the news show didn’t exactly scream aliens to her, they were human. Just… inhumanly so.

Before Sarah could dwell on what any of that might mean for them however, the TV with Mr Reid cut out and another TV suddenly turned out. There was a whirring sound, high pitched and eerie, before the machine spat out something rectangular onto the floor. Sarah barely had time to glance at it though before the whole pillar lit up all at once, every television except for the two that had been on before screaming out and vying for her attention, all of them displaying shows with that same inhumanly human feeling.

When the electricity began to arc and the two televisions lurched forward Sarah was ready to turn and run away from this place. The whole thing looked like it was about to explode, the purple lightning and the vibrations the final death throes of the pillar, but she forced herself to stand her ground and, after a moment’s hesitation, even to rush forward and grab one of the exposed televisions. There was so little she understood about this place, so little information to go on, that she couldn’t just leave behind the one thing or person or whatever this was that had tried to explain things so far.

Sarah quickly disconnected the television from its housing, removing the wires from the back before she stumbled back from the pillar with the device held in her arms. She ran from the electricity, ran towards the only thing that wasn’t completely unknown to her in this place, which just so happened to be Zionne.

“I think we should leave.”
Morgana Faith


There was a standard method to arriving late to an important meeting, one tailored towards making as little fuss as possible while also showing everyone how contrite you were. Open the door as little as possible while squeezing yourself through the gap, close it behind you as quietly as you can before looking over your shoulder to see if anyone was looking at you; everyone was looking at you. Smile sheepishly and mouth an apology before tiptoeing over to an empty chair at the back of the room and hide your shame by slouching as far down in your seat as possible.

It was just the done thing.

Morgana, however, didn’t do any of that. One didn’t become a researcher in a department which specialised in challenging the preconceived notions of the world by doing the done thing after all. The door of the meeting room swung open as she strode in, the brim of her oversized witches hat bouncing with each step.

“Sorry I’m late, did I miss anything important? No? Great.”

The researcher walked further into the room, ignoring everyone else for the time being as she claimed a chair for herself, only turning her attention to everyone else once that was done. It seemed they had gathered quite the eclectic group for this mission, people are all colours and creeds and walks of life; it must have been some problem they were being called in to deal with. The fact they had bothered to call in a lab rat like herself was interesting enough, but the layers and layers of wards and magical circles on her person were practically abuzz at the amount of magical energy present in this room.

No small timers these. How interesting.
Dietrich Konig - Aegis


Pathetic

That was the only thing he could call all of… this. The rep for class B had brought them all into this room so they could watch the announcement from the Pillars, just so he could rake them over the coals afterwards? Dietrich leaned back in his seat until it creaked, eyes pointed at the ceiling as he heard yet another person add their pointless opinion to this mess; another worry, another argument, another rallying cry, another optimistic sentiment.

Pathetic.

Bickering and fighting and whining and bickering some more. The old witch was right; they had been coddled for too long if this was how they reacted to Zeal’s death, to Enka’s betrayal. Too soft, despite the power they all had and he had to admit that some of them had a lot of power; even stronger than him, in some cases. It took more than just strength to make a hero however, he heard someone say and agreed with them; strength was needed, but it also took willpower and courage, it took arrogance and vanity, it took madness and selfishness. You had to be more than everyone else. That was the only way you were going to change anything.

He closed his eyes, the ceiling replaced by darkness as he blocked out the light. Unfortunately he couldn’t close his ears as easily.

What was he willing to sacrifice? The answer was easy.

Nothing.

He wasn’t willing to sacrifice a damn thing; not one thing, not one person, not even a speck. All would be safe under his aegis and if any villain dared to try and challenge that, he’d be standing in their way and they would not move him, would not break him no matter how hard they tried. When the dust fell they would the ones crushed beneath him and they wouldn’t get a single iota away from him. Heroes didn’t lose, they couldn’t afford to, so he wouldn’t.

Anyone willing to accept any other outcome wasn’t fit to be a hero.

Most of the people in this room probably weren’t fit; so few were in the end. Enka sure as hell wasn’t, damn traitor.

People were still talking, but it was one voice in particular that caught his interest. He opened his eyes ad turned his head to see the Fourth Pillar, Snake-Eyes herself standing in the corner of the room. A pro-hero, a real one, but more than that the person who wouldn’t training him and a few others for the foreseeable future; he’d earned that spot more through his connection to Keiji than anything else, so this was the first time they were meeting in person.

“How the hell’d you get here so quickly? I thought that broadcast was live.”
I'm interested


There were eight moons in the sky and many stars beside. It was not the only thing strange about this place, the least of which being the fact that she shouldn’t be here at all, having stepped through what she was almost certain was the front door of her house only to end up somewhere else entirely, but it was the aspect that Sarah focused on the most.

The sky didn’t just change; she should know with how much time she spent looking upwards. It wasn’t immutable, objects in orbit moved, the moon’s face changed with the phases and even the planets in their solar system were not static fixtures in the firmament, but the sky you saw one night was more or less the sky you saw the next night. This was a sky she had never seen before, an entirely new sky, an unearthly sky. So it stood to reason that this wasn’t… earth.

Sarah jumped when she heard the voice. She’d thought herself alone in this strange place, but turning her head she saw that wasn’t the case. The woman was older than her, a little bit shorter, and had blue hair; they looked just as confused as she was and asked if she knew where they were. Sarah didn’t know where to begin answering that.

“I-“

She was interrupted when from among the pillars of gutted televisions a single screen came to life and began to play a strange news report. The contents sounded like something out of a pulp sci-fi series, talking about strange and cryptic things and when it was over, the blue man turned to look straight at them, at her, and said her name.

“We’re not… we’re not on earth anymore, are we?”
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