Darkness is Light

[canadiansixpack.livejournal.com]

He smelled them. The familiar scent drew him like a bee to honey;melting away from the Queen while she consulted Marius. He has been a lurking shadow since then, out of sight, biding his time with the self-proclaimed promise of violence. He knew they were far from fond of each other, and now they are in disarray while the blood of Yeshua coats the stone floors in a macabre mosaic of Mystique's making.

Now, when their alliance hangs by the most precarious of threads, is when he strike; and he will take her out, the strongest first.

Teeth and claws, bone and flesh, reveal themselves in split-second anticipation of deadly impact.

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[spidey2099.livejournal.com]

NOW she's a babykiller.

Of course, it's a mercy here.

Having seen how Nocturne's "hex bolts" work, he's really not looking forward to seeing what crazy vampire bitch does with them.

Two more gobs of webbing - and he's really going to have to eat like a horse to replenish it, provided they live through this... and he can ever actually EAT again.

Aimed at the eyes and mouth...

[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

Raven screams, long and hard and hoarse.

At first it feels like ageing, Dorian Gray finally catching up with his portrait, but then her skin starts to spread, pooling outwards, every part of her losing cohesion.

The contents of her chest spill out onto the ground. Guns. Ammo. A carton of cigarettes. She tries to hold onto her pips, but her hand is no more than a small wave in the puddle that is her body.

[wanda-maximoff.livejournal.com]

"Get a mop, Agatha," orders the Witch, daintly stepping away from the Mystique-puddle.

The webbing comes at her. One gob flashes into flame, but the other hits her mouth.

[discodazzles.livejournal.com]

Dammit! Alison is not prepared for this. If they get out of this, she's going to have a little talk with the lady--puddle--in blue. Always go for the Mother first!

That's just what she does. As the Spider of Christmas Future takes his shots, she revs up the light powers and fires a laser shot at the head of the witch. It is meant to slow her first, allowing for a follow up to try and get her head off. Course, the likelihood of getting a follow-up is slim to none.

[tj-nocturne.livejournal.com]

This is not something TJ wants to deal with in that post-possession haze. She did not just step in ashes that used to be her extradimensional half-brother. No. Did not happen.

"Oh, hell, I am not getting stuck here!" TJ yells, firing her own bolts at this sinister imitation of her mother.

[wanda-maximoff.livejournal.com]

There is a cold, mad gleam in the Witch's eye as her hand comes up and the magic flares again.

The laser beam turns, then curves and coils midair, resembling a serpent made of light. It rears back, in imitation of a cobra, then strikes out at the invaders.

The hexbolts scatter harmlessly against an eldritch shield.

[silver-sable.livejournal.com]

Silver dives out of the way of everything going on.

This just got a little too crazy for her. She doesn't have magic or powers or anything. She just has guns.

[wanda-maximoff.livejournal.com]

Wanda glares at Silver. "I told you to get a mop, Agatha."

[silver-sable.livejournal.com]

Silver looks at Wanda, faintly horrified. "I'm not Agatha..."

[wanda-maximoff.livejournal.com]

"Don't disobey me or you'll be punished." Her fingers weave a mystical pattern in the air. "If you're too stupid to find a mop, pick up my son and feed him."

[silver-sable.livejournal.com]

Silver narrows her eyes, trying to aim her gun at the child instead of following Wanda's command. Her mouth moves, trying to form words but no words are formed.

[tj-nocturne.livejournal.com]

Okay, time to break out the big guns. So to speak. TJ kind of hates herself right now.

"Mom?"

A little bit of telepathy is used to share a few memories with Wanda. Braiding her hair. The little song and dance number she made up when she was six. Shopping for a prom dress.

Fighting ain't gonna do it. Emotional blackmail might.