ThisIsFine

*✧･ﾟ:* ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ *:･ﾟ✧*

Hell yeah

*✧･ﾟ:* ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ *:･ﾟ✧*

Same info, will probably copy and paste into a new thread.

*✧･ﾟ:* ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ *:･ﾟ✧*

The witch hunters will undoubtedly be based on religious persecution of witches, for the most part. The major driving force for their hatred of witches and magic will most likely be religion fueled. However, there can always be those who feel they have been personally wronged by witches and may use that. That's not to say that because those individuals follow xyz religion that they are representative of it as a whole, as just about every religion has bad people that use it as an excuse to do bad things. And there can always be good guy characters from religious backgrounds that show the "good side", you know?

Now some of the witch lore may be loosely based on irl pagan and wicca ideas, but I can't vouch for the accuracy.

And whether or not individual characters will have feelings one way or another about any irl religion is up to the creator. One of my characters, for example, has unflattering opinions about humans and that will probably extend to their religions as well.

*✧･ﾟ:* ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ *:･ﾟ✧*

Yes

It's kind of a "if you can think of it and justify it, there's a spell/curse/object/potion for it" sort of thing. Think Harry Potter.

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Would anyone be interested in a reboot?

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Raphael - Location: Sanctum Sanctorum - Tags: Open

When his eyes opened again, the fire crackling in the old stone fireplace had died, leaving the room chilly. The window glass had collected frost on the outside, glimmering in the light blue of dawn. The sun hadn't peaked over the skyline yet, but there was a subtle hint of pink in the horizon. Raph groaned as he sat up. His body had worked hard fixing the left over wounds from last night. It had burned through his heavy meal, leaving him hungry yet again.

But that wasn't what was at the forefront of his mind. No, rather a certain wizard lingered in his thoughts. The events of last night had left him feeling...odd. Confused, conflicted, maybe even hopeful. He hadn't felt hopeful in so, so long.

He climbed out of bed and stretched his arms and wings. The tips of each wing brushed the walls on either side of the room. Once they were tucked back comfortably against his back, Raph slowly ventured out into the hall. The boy was probably still asleep, and his new wizard friend may be as well. But Raph couldn't sit still any more. His head was full of thoughts and his legs needed to move to keep them from overwhelming him. Ideally, he would clear his head in the chilly morning sky. However, hungry as he was, that wasn't a great option. Raph didn't know where they kept food around here, and he didn't know that he could simply ask for it.

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Bolin Lai - Location: Creepy old factory Tags: Open

Snowflakes drifted down slowly out of the black sky, a few settling on the bright fabric of Foo Dog's costume. He sat on the corner of a roof, watching the twinkling lights and shop windows below. Cheerful Christmas music played somewhere in the distance.

"You know, Shi, sometimes this "lone warrior" thing kinda' blows. We should restart the Avengers."

"Don't lose focus of your mission," Shishi chided.

"Yeah...the mission. Always the mission." Bolin grumbled as he stood and continued on his way. He needed to investigate what the Hand had been up to before he interrupted their meeting. He was sure they probably cleaned shop after his epic battle with their warriors, but maybe they left some clues behind.

The old factory had been shut down for years. The Hand had a way of picking the absolute creepiest hide outs they could find. Bolin scoured the dust filled hull of rust and old machinery, but came up mostly empty handed. That was until he found a small, white fragment on the floor.

"Is this bone?" He asked, picking it up despite his better judgment, "Shishi, you don't think..."

"The last of the exilir was drained. They shouldn't have access to more. But if they've found the right ingredients..."

"Oh damn, that could get messy quick. If the Hand is working on a new batch of resurrection bullshit, you can bet whoever they want to bring back is better off dust."

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Bolin Lai - Location: Conservation Charity Gala Tags: Jiang

Bolin's attention was drawn away by what appeared to be a fellow hero, except female and very nicely built. He couldn't see her face, but he gave her the benefit of the doubt and immediately went into "shoot your shot" mode.

"What's that about appropriate timing?" Bolin said smoothly as he sauntered towards her. He paused "Wait, what?"

Bolin cocked his head, then turned as if to speak to someone off to the side. He whispered, "Hold on, back up, how old is she?"

...

"What?! How come whenever a cute girl talks to me, she's either evil or a thousand years old?"

...

"Yeah, yeah, magic swords, I got it."

He turned back to Jiang and forced a smile under his mask. "Well, uh, Madame Shíjiān, I should probably get out of here before whatever rich schmuck that owns this place comes back. Uh, Shishi says hi. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!"

He slowly backed away, then whipped out a kama and aimed it towards the broken window in the ceiling. The head shot off, pulling a thin wire behind it, and hooked the ledge of the opening. Bolin held his end and darted up the nearest column, then gracefully leapt through the window and back out into the snowy night.

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Bolin Lai - Location: Conservation Charity Gala Tags: Frost Weaver

As Shishi caused a scene, more costumed crime fighters arrived. Suddenly, the ninjas weren't able to focus on one target, and their numbers began to thin. Shishi grabbed one black clad ninja as they tried to swing a sword into his face. He flung the poor individual by the arm, right through an exquisite stained glass window. 

"That looked expensive," Bolin commented. 

Shishi turned on his heels and laid eyes on three ninjas trying to escape through a beautiful display of Christmas trees, lit and decorated with crystal ornaments. Shishi tore after them and barreled right through the artificial forest to take them out. 

"You wanna' go back and try that again? I think you missed one."

The beast growled at Bolin's commentary. Just then, an ice themed spider man landed on his back. Shishi grunted with surprise at the new ally. His attention was snatched away by a couple ninjas scaling their way back up through the broken sunroof. He wasn't about to let the cowards escape without facing justice. 

"Hold on," Shishi roared at his new companion, his voice low and rumbling. He bounded towards the wall and leapt, paws meeting the wall and surging him upwards until the would-be escapees were within reach. His massive paw batted them down from their rope like a cat with a toy mouse. Shishi twisted in the air as he fell and landed gracefully on his feet. One of the ninjas he'd flung smashed into the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, which promptly came crashing to the ground beside him.

"I'm pretty sure you've done more in property damage than I make in a year," Bolin griped, "Maybe I should take it from here."

Shishi huffed, but seemingly agreed, because seconds later, his form lit up and shrunk into the brightly clad, masked hero. 

"Hey everyone," Bolin chirped, waving to the remaining bystanders, "If anyone wants to bill me for the damage, I'll be happy to pay; my name is John Smith."

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Raphael - Location: Sanctum Sanctorum - Tags: Aielah

The food coma that Raph had put himself in was disturbed by the commotion up the hall. He took a little too long to wake up and investigate, however, because when Raph arrived on the scene, all that was left was collateral damage and an injured wizard. 

He dropped down onto his knees next to Aielah and put a hand on his shoulder to try and investigate his wounds. Raph was no healer, not by any stretch of the imagination, but this man had offered him safety, food, and comfort, and Raph was ready to spill blood from whomever hurt him.

Fortunately for the perpetrator, Raph had been too late. 

So instead, he scooped the injured wizard up into his arms and carried him back up the hall to call for help.

"We need help! Someone!" Raph hollered into the empty halls. He could feel hot blood seeping onto his arms and chest. Good thing he wasn't squeamish. Raph didn't know where to take Aielah to lay him down, so he took him to the only room he was familiar with. Raph set the man down on his bed and knelt by him again, gently squeezing his hand as anxiety built. He didn't want Aielah to die. He had been kind and generous; he didn't deserve this. Help had to be on the way…

But the next face Raph saw wasn't a nurse or another sorcerer. It was small, red skinned, and upset. Raph looked up as the small child tentatively shuffled into the room, wringing his spaded tail in his hands. Tears glistened in his bright golden eyes. 

"Is he dead?" The boy whimpered, barely above a whisper. He was scared, obviously, but he was also worried for the man who had helped him. Raph felt a twinge in his chest. 

"No, he's just hurt….but he'll be okay." Raph wasn't sure, but he knew better than to say that to the poor kid. He wanted to comfort the child, but he wasn't sure how. He only had one example to follow: the comfort that Aielah had provided him just a few hours earlier. He hesitated, then held an arm out, inviting the boy in.

Orias quickly accepted the offer and threw his arms around Raph, who seemed stunned that this had actually worked. The boy cried into his shirt while Raph gently patted his silky black hair with the hand that wasn't clutching the wizard. 

"I'm scared," Orias said softly, holding Raph tighter.

"So am I," Raph admitted. It was strange to allow himself to be vulnerable, but it didn't seem as hard now. By the time others found them and poured into the room to assist Aielah, the boy had climbed into Raph's lap and slowly stopped crying. When the healers began uncovering the man's wounds, Raph felt it best to take the boy back to bed. 

Orias sleepily pointed out the bedroom he had come from, and Raph took him inside and tucked him away under the covers. He couldn't explain the warm and fuzzy feeling inside his chest; all he knew was that he would protect this child, and his new wizard friend, at any cost. Orias squirmed into the blankets until he found a comfortable spot and quickly dozed off. Raph stayed until he was sure the boy was asleep, then quietly left to check on Aielah's progress.

Raph lingered near the doorway of his room, watching the commotion with the same nervousness and hesitancy that the child had shown earlier.