Exiles in Elseworlds

"It's the Princess."

James. Mortimer. Princess Wanda. This world really is hell. All she needs to make her life complete is for the Lord Magneto to walk in with Anna Marie on one arm.

"She's not a mutant. She's...fuck." She straightens, shifting back into uniform. "My lady, the babies need," to have their little necks snapped, from the looks of them, but hey, this is Princess Wanda, if she has one weakness, it's her children. She holds out her arms. "May I see William?"

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The Witch giggles. "Princess? You think you know me, but you don't. You don't even know the me you know." She cooes soothingly at the babies. "William, Thomas, it's okay. Mommy will protect you." She raises her voice. "Agatha! Agatha, my sons are hungry."

A pale-haired dark-eyed young woman, obviously human and dressed in a high-necked buttond brown dress, scurries to the Witch's side. "It's Miranda, ma'am--"

"Shut up." The Witch turns and hands the babies over to their human nanny. "When my sons are hungry, you must feed them." She raises a hand and gestures at the nanny's dress. The buttons come undone, displaying a decolletage criss-crossed with scabs and scars.

Miranda, or "Agatha," swallows, and lifts her chin. "Yes, ma'am."

The Witch's hand comes down, and with a fingernail she slashes new lines over the top of the nanny's breasts. Immediately the babies fasten their toothless mouths on the blood trickling down, making feral noises of contentment.

And their mother turns back to the invaders. "I think you'd better leave now."

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"All done," comes the confident voice of Alison as she comes out of another room, having finished off the last of the stragglers. She had assumed the sounds were some vampires out here resisting. Surprise. She was right. And wrong. And is that the Witch?!

This one Dazzler does know. This one she remembers from her own world. The woman almost managed to take over the world. Until a spy managed to infiltrate her organization and assasinate the woman while she slept. It was the only way to get past her powers or so Alison had been told at the time. It had been one of her more satisfying jobs, knowing what she was doing for the world.

She arrives in time to see the woman giving the babies to the nanny, or perhaps one should say food source since that's likely all she is. "Chaos magic." She considers asking if the babies are real this time but thinks better of it. "Able to make the improbable happen. No matter how improbable." She's itching to attack but considering TJ's relationship to the woman, she hesitates. Sure, it's a different woman but this is going to be difficult enough for the young woman without having her own teammate try to blast a hole through the Witch.

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"What, first she's a mutant and now she knows magic?" Mystique mutters under her breath. The Princess has never been the most stable member of the royal familiy. Otherwise, the public would know who fathered her sons.

"My lady."

Don't look at the babies.

"We're here to see the Queen."

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"No," Wanda says in a reasonable if annoyed tone. "Every time someone comes to see her, my babies go away again, and then I have to hunt for them. Do you know how long it took me to find them this time?" Her eyes glisten with tears. "Night after night I searched for them, but finally I found Thomas, then I found William. They cried at first, but Mama kisses tears away."

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S-Man is horrified at that display... and he has to look away. Vampire babies suckling some poor old woman's blood from her...

There's another desperate glance to the Tallus... hoping to any power who will listen that they're not actually trapped here forever...

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Hmm...use T.J. against Wanda or hope Wanda can't see the shape of her own eyes in the girl's face? She shifts slightly, hoping to block Wanda's view.

"Take the babies away first, Wanda. Take them far away from the Queen while we're here, far away from danger. You'll have them with you, so there won't be any need to search."

What calibur would be needed to blow off a baby's entire head? She's low on ammo. Might need multiple shots - especially if she has to go through the nurse's back to get them.

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"Raven, don't be silly." Again that patient, reasonable voice. Mother giving a logical explanation to a stubborn child. "They're feeding now. After that, they'll need to be burped and go down for their nap."

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In for a penny, in for a pound.

Raven walks over to the nurse, ignoring the 'sape. She gently strokes one boy's head. Yes. Two shots if she's aiming right. Go for the base of the neck.

"There's something special about this age. It makes you wish they could stay like this forever. Sometimes, I look at Kurt and still see a little bundle of blue fur barely bigger than my hands."

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He knows what she's doing.

He hates everything.

Everything.

This pit in his stomach is never gonna go away.

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Silver is making her way closer, slowly.

She has no idea what her presence will add or detract from this situation.

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"But you know, Wanda. You know. No matter how much we want them to stay like this forever, they eventually grow up."

Two shots.

"Or not."

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The bullets hit, and the baby wails once before crumbling to dust. The nanny doesn't even manage that, collapsing to the floor and breaking the fall of the remaining baby, who starts howling furiously.

"No!" shrieks Wanda. But even in her grief, she has not forgotten her mother's right to vengeance.

A hex bolt flies from her hand, aimed right at Mystique.

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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...

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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

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"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."

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