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Morgana Faith


Ah, field work. Not something she approached with relish, but Morgana would admit that it was a necessary evil at times; some things just couldn’t be studied in a lab after all and even if they could, the first step towards discovery would often be taken elsewhere. Today her work didn’t take her to the burial site of an ancient artefact though, nor a conflux of leylines turned ritual grounds; it was a drab warehouse complex on the outskirts of Frankfurt that she was taken to.

Lovely.

While the android dealt with the local police, Morgana turned her eye towards the warehouse itself. It was mundane in every way that mattered to her, though if this was being used as a place to store weapons then at some point magic must have been used in their transport and a working of such magnitude was likely to leave traces. How much of a trace would depend on the method used, namely whether it was a tunnel or a gateway that had been formed; a tunnel would mean a ritual being performed at both the departure point and the destination, performed in concert with each other, to link the two locations together, while a gateway would mean a single, larger ritual performed at the departure point only with just a target destination in mind; perhaps with a sympathetic link to this location to refine the accuracy with regards to the placement of the gateways aperture. Both were workings of a higher order, but the latter was the more difficult and costly of the two; the latter would also allow for greater flexibility in where they could teleport to however and the ritual could be reused multiple times if it was well made while a tunnel would need setting up anew each time.

This was assuming they were using rituals at all however, since she still hadn’t ruled out any other methodology. It was simply the most likely one.

While she had been distracted the android, Amanda, had finished her business and was now assigning them tasks. Morgana, as expected, was to look for the teleportation’s ‘origin point’, though that term was possibly a misnomer depending on her findings. She was to be paired up with the fae girl as well who, although she didn’t come across as someone particularly knowledgeable about magic, did seem to have a natural affinity for this particular kind of thing.

“Fine. Let’s get started shall we?”

Walking into the warehouse without waiting for a reply, Morgana reached into a pocket and pulled out a black leather glove before sliding it onto her right hand. She formed a circle with her thumb and her index finger while also allowing some of her mana to leak into the glove itself, the barely perceptible markings on the outside of the glove beginning to glow faintly as her gesture closed the magic circle and allowed the spell she had sunk into the item to come to life. The heretic held the glove up to her eye, peering through the ring formed by her hand and seeing much more than her mundane eyes could ever see by themselves.

If there was any magic to be found in the warehouse she would find it, especially if the shaman’s ritual brought it to the surface.

@Kumbaris@13org
Dietrich Konig - Aegis


Rolling his shoulders, Dietrich stepped forward, loosening his muscles as he prepared to take a swing at one of Japan’s top heroes. If he was afraid at the prospect then he didn’t show it, if anything he looked eager.

He didn’t bother changing into his costume as he approached; it was barebones to begin with and didn’t offer anything that would help him in this little test. Mostly it was designed to cover for the few things his Quirk didn’t already protect him against, mostly airborne substances and temperature, neither of which applied in his fight since as far as he could tell his opponent’s Quirk wasn’t either of those. Decay. Dietrich honestly wasn’t sure if his barrier would protect him against however that worked; only that it was debilitating and occasionally fatal to those it was used on.

Would she go that far in a fight like this, against her own students? Would she cripple them, or even kill them, on their first day? She’d talked a lot of talk about pushing them to their limits, about how they’d come out of here better than Zeal or not at all; didn’t mean she was serious about it or that she’d get away with it if she was. There had to be limits to what even this country would allow its top heroes to get away with, right? Then again…

Dietrich smirked, all teeth and no humour. Yeah, she just might go that far. He’d agreed to train under a real piece of work hadn’t he?

“You? Outmatch me? Don’t be conceited.”

Deserve. Interesting choice of words for something that wasn’t a reward in his eyes, but instead a burden, a calling. Worthy would have been the better term, as far as he was concerned. Being a hero wasn’t a privilege to be doled out, not even by one of the few who called themselves the pillars; you either were or you weren’t.

Was he worthy?

He would be. Or he would fail.

Aegis didn’t fail.

He raised a hand and pointed at Snake-Eyes, index finger extended. “Fall.” Aegis’ barrier, always active and invisible to the naked eye, extended from the tip of his finger as fast as he could make it move. It wasn’t a killing blow, for all that she had told him to come at her with intent to kill that just wasn’t his style, but it would strike a solid blow if it hit.

@Blizz
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.”
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