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Logan	Tonight is a calm evening. A gentle rustle weaves through the trees causing the ends of limbs to move lightly, the leaves rustle and everything else as the wind dances between it all. Everything's peaceful, quiet and serene. Sadly, nothing every lasts forever. Much like several nights before this one, a small flash of light trails downward like a crack in a glass windshield running widthwise. A simple line that has bright white bleed out from the source. Weblike cracks start to spread from the main one. Everything splits out so now a piece of reality looks like glass door that seen kinder days. Instead of falling downward the cracks open up like a pair of saloon doors. In the cracks play a world that cannot exist. Thanks to the presence of a key figure, the absence, or inclusion, of a key choice. These include worlds where Storm wields Mjollnir complete with a winged circlet, blue c ape and a mastery of thunder far beyond her normal range. Another world where Jean Grey sits above a pile of unbreathing mutants. Fire surrounds bits of her and her eyes are pure white. Clearly, Jean isn't there anymore. Another world features a world where several heroes bow, some willing and others forced, before Superman, Captain America and a small Handful of others. The list goes on. They only show for brief moments. A simple look and the worlds are gone, like catching something out of the corner to a reflection of a mirror. Sadly, people will not be able to see this on any security monitor. white colored light pours from the center the edges are purple color that begin at lighgter colors before coming darker at the edges. From the center steps a knee high black boot, freshly polished, that matches black leather pants they rest against. The figure pushes forward and they're wearing a halter top made out of the same material as the pants. Draped over her form is a black cloak and hood, with a white trim on the inside. The form clearly feminine. There's a pair of long gloves that come up to the biceps. Although the gloves end just before the knuckles showing bare fingers. The figure steps out into the front yard of Xavier's mansion. Those few steps onto the yard cause the security systems to go off. Alarms blare, the defense system come to life and then simple hand motions cause everything to just turn "off." It will take beast at least three hours to figure out there's no issue with the chords when this is all over. Ans so there stands the source of the X-men's magical woes. To those with ties to the Hellfire club would recgonize a former Black Queen. To everyone is just a woman with alabaster skin, raven locks to straight hair that stops at the shoulders, if ssomeone can see these details thanks to the hood she wears.
Nick Drago	For those who know Nick, there could be a general agreement to at leat one thing. Nick can have some really bad timing. Case in point. Nick does not live in Westchester. But he will occasionally swing by Salem Center and make a day of it picking up supplies . And well. Of all the days to pick to come to this area. WHY NOW?! Either way errands are run, and there's the matter of making his way home. Which is what leads to Nick, bookbag and all now in the form of a purplish black raven in the skies. He's not sure why but he just gets this inkling to adjust his flight path just so. And it appears just in time to catch a glimpse of something he saw not that long ago in the same area. The bird sighs. Not again. Flying down to get a closer look, the phantasm is at least relieved to the lack of the monsters from last time. But the beautiful woman was far from what he was expecting. The bird lands upon a branch, looking to her. Why is she reminding him of Morgana?
Shiloh	It's not every night Shiloh hears the faint sounds of something like an alarm system going off. The fact that it screeches into the night only to suddenly stop a moment later causes her curiosity to peak. Especially since she is familiar with the direction it's coming from. Good thing she's on patrol right now, and while it may be a bit out of her area of comfort, that doesn't mean she's not going to go try and figure things out. She's been to Xavier's School before, mostly to drop off catering orders made by Logan, Gambit, or Beast. The mutants all seem to have a sweet tooth that she can fulfill pretty well. Still, the fact that the alarm sounds have brought her back to the school makes her a little weary. Does she know who the X-Men are? Not quite by name, perhaps by reputation, but she has no idea this is where their lives are lived. She's acrobatic enough that getting to the mansion itself is faily easy. Limber enough to swing through the trees and just before she's about to jump to the roof, she spots the bird that sort of just lands. Weird. But not weird enough she doesn't stare at the bird for long and instead sets her eyes to the woman standing on the front lawn. Something wicked this way comes?
Logan	The Woman waves her hand toward the bird. Those branches it's settled in start to twist and grow. They become barbed. She's trying to cage the bird, way one or another trying to turn the tree into Nick's personal Hell. "You're not human. And here I was hoping for the witch," the voice rolls from her tongue like velvet. Something wicked this way comes, but wickedness comes with a voice of some kind of siren. "You'll do for tonight's entertainment," she says with a small amount of lamenting. Like Nick is somehow a backup prize. Her attention is entirely toward the bird. That gives Shiloh a good look at what's there at the Mansion. Something magical and has the ability to change reality. Although, with the attention solely focused on a target may give her an advatnage to attack (and possibly save Nick from his probably starting to literally surround him.
Nick Drago	Well, he might not be able to feel, taste, or smell at the moment. But the raven's not blind. And once the branches start twisting and growing, the bird's wings spread as he hops off the chosen perch, gliding over to another tree. You're not human she says. To a bird. Well DUH. Ok technically he is. Well -ish. Mostly human. There we go. MOSTLY human. "You don't have much going on if you feel the need to pick fights with birds for entertainment." The raven snaps back from the temporary safety of another tree. "Seriously. WHY are you doing this?"
Shiloh	Tonight Shiloh is not a baker. She's the vigilante with a purpose. What purpose that is? Even she doesn't know...but if it means stopping bad uglies from doing crazy things - that's a step in the right direction. Still, the tree trying to wrap itself around the bird causes Shiloh to look towards the woman and the hands waving and weaving. Magic. Good thing she's come prepared. And by prepared we mean armed. A quick shift of fingers and she slips three throwing daggers from one of the sheaths at her thighs and with a *fwhip, fwhap, fwhoosh!* all three go for the witch's hands - aiming to at least strike one directly in the palm and the other in the wrist and while they fly, she jumps from the tree branch, grabbing it just as quickly so it bends and then letting go so the branch wobbles a bit. Mostly to likely shake away whatever magicks that were trying to stick. The fact that the bird flew off to another branch in light of the magicks being worked makes Shiloh wonder. "I would ask the same thing but I don't want t'sound like an echo... also... what witch?"
Logan	The woman's hands are held out about a foot apart. A purple glow eminates from each. She brings the hands together and pulls them apart. Eenrgy forms between the hands like two conductor points. Dark purple swirls around the edges going to lighter colors until hitting white, or extremely light purple that may borderline pink. Being around magical entities before, Nick knows when soemthing has some power to it. Some age. This has plenty of that in spades. Energy begisn to last out toward Nick when something causes the energy to go wide and miss him. Although the warmth of that energy is felt. Like snuggling near a heater that eminates a disturbing presence. As she's stabbed, the raven haired woman visages flashes a little bit. Like a television struggling to keep it's picture going for a second. A chuckle starts to rumble from her voice. Blood comes from the wound, but the blood almost looks black. The woman starts to laugh and that deep husky voice sounds like deep pleasant bells cheming while speaking. "There's no use running," the dagger starts to pull from the woman's shoulder...without any physical help. Purple energy forms at the handle ot help pull the weapon free. "The Maximoff Witch," the woman speaks and tosses blade with magic. The blade goes end over end as it tries to hit, eventually biting into the ground. A second later that energy pulls the weapon free as it intends to find launch toward Shiloh. "You're in over your head girlie, but I could always use a new servant," the voice continues and it seems Shiloh has a world of problems sicne she's being eyed for Servitude.
Nick Drago	Oh yes. Generally when someone is threatening you and then produces visible energy between hands, it's generally not a HAPPY energy they want to send your way. Although the general color of the light is a bit contradictive to the message he's getting from her actions, Phantasm's not all that inclined to discuss the nuances of the meaning of light. So when that visible energy flows towards him, he starts to move to avoid the incoming blast only to see it fly wide. Turning his head to see the source and getting the basic gist of matters once the knife is redirected, the bird's path redirects, moving towards Shiloh, the bird's wings spread wide to wrap around her. With the continued momentum the bird pulls her along, out of the path of the blade. By now, it is quite apparent this is not a normal bird.
Shiloh	The fact that Shiloh's blades are now being used against her don't sit well with the baker turned vigilante. This also makes the second time she's lost her daggers for the sake of protecting others (or trying to) and also herself. "Well I dunno who this Maximoff Witch is, but as it's quite apparent she's not her---" And then Shiloh is being picked up in the wings of a bird and taken off. So the dagger and the energy that was heading towards her misses. "We're going to have to find a way to stop her..." She manages while wrapped up in wings. Though then a more important question seems to find her in the middle of all this. "Who are you? ...and perhaps as a secondary. What are you?"
Logan	The bird is forgotten until it's not. When Nick dives down and extends themself to takeShiloh bring attention to him. "Cute," the woman says and she focuses. There's a little bit of a strain. "Guess I'll make sure to make this clean," andthe blades Shiloh use take to the air. They begin to chase after the duo. Those blades spinning about, almost like bladded fans. And that's when the blades will start to go toward Nick, and Shiloh only to miss then whizz past. However, that's part of the plan. Gritting her teeth, the magical woman focuses and the blades curve bakc around TOWARD the flying duo. They're going to need to move fast somehow. Shiloh going from the ground to the air, notices something. They're being toyed with. Led. To where? Why? These are questions she can ask. "Neither of you are Maximoff, but I don't mind. You're here now," she says to them as if to say the two of them just have bad luck. The dark haired woman wipes sweet off of her brow. Nick may be able to sense soemthing. The woman is straining a little. Those knives should be even faster. Yes, these are almost expeterly handled, but this should be expertly handled by someone with a good grasp of powers putting agility, speed, etc. beyond normal human limitations. They're not. At least not yet. Why?
Nick Drago	"We can spare the formal introductions for later when she's not listening in." Phantasm replies back, "And right now best course of action isn't to get- " The pair bobs forward as the bird ducks the first pass of the blade. "- caught." He's not sure the WHY on that but in general, strangers trying to restrain you against your will are bad things. Unfortunately Phantasm doesn't know the woman. But he is aware of the toll of continued spell usage. And even the most ridiculously overpowered and unbalanced persons have to take a rest once in awhile. Now it's just a matter of lasting long enough. As the blade turns back, the bird turns as well but the dodge is a little less perfect this time as it grazes his back. With the magic addition to the blade it ends up oddly cutting in to the Phantasm's form, causing for him to pitch forward and toss Shiloh in that direction. "Fff-" Well, this just keeps getting better and better.
Shiloh	It's a very lucky day for Shiloh who's as nimble and agile as she is steady and strong willed. So when Nick tosses her after taking a side swipe of a magic-imbued throwing knife, she tucks and rolls with an easy enough effort to roll onto her feet and run a few more paces forward. In the same motion, she's pulled both her blades from her back scabbards. They're paired longswords, sleek but still meanacing enough to do some damage - especially when weilded by an expert. She twirls one sword while she holds the other up at her shoulder. Not against her shoulder, but to an unknowing eye it may seem like it. "You seem to be lacking a bit. And I'm no one's servant. If I wanted to be such, I wouldn't be here..." There's a grin and then she twirls her other sword, then both swords. "Funny thing with you magic users. I've seen your kind. You also seem to be trying to corner us into a certain point but... I don't think it worked out the way you intended. So. Who you're looking for isn't here, and you're kiiiiinda starting to piss me off. So why don't you prance back to where you came from and leave us the fuck alone." Even as she says that, she shifts forward. Quick and nimble on her feet, both blades at the ready. One of them comes up to slash down while the other goes to slash upwards. One would thing they'd meet in some middle but the movements is so fluid, so swift, neither blade touches the other. They only intend to cut flesh. To make the witch bleed black. Since apparently her blood doesn't run red. "Back to the pits that spawned you, Witch!"
Logan	The blade bites into Nick a bit, but luck is on his side, despite the pain. How Shiloh flies off lands perfectly. Maybe even better than that somehow. He gets a bird eye's view for everything. Shiloh lands and words are spoken. "Like you could," she says. And that's when Shiloh may notice soemthing odd. When the blade grazes the shoulder, it doesn't feel like a shoulder. It lacks that resistance that comes with flesh and bone. Those blade bite into the womanand she screams. That voice starts as something like velvet, but the octaves change. She still sounds human. However, just the way the pitches chane turn into something inhuman sound. Black blood dose stain the blade. And both will see the woman. Her visage flickers again, much like before at first. Then it flickers a lot until it falls. What people see isn't a woman in black leathers. Not a black queen, but an older woman. Her hair a steely gray. And she's wearing a purple dress. The shoulder of it now has a small hole from the plade. Also, there are some other tears thanks to those bites cutting into blade. Those purple hues stained black. "Child...you have no idea what you've done," the older woman speaks. She'll snap her fingers and suddenly Shiloh is washed in grayscale. If she were in color the dress Shiloh wears would be baby powder blue conservative with white folded over at the short sleeves. A small white apron that begins at the waist and barely covers the thighs. And along the color more white. It's a sea of gray colors with whites. The change to Nick, looks like a television signal tuning in and suddenly Shiloh is in grayscale. The older woman snaps her fingers again and Shiloh is back to herself. "I thought the Witch is worth my attention, but I've been very wrong. Lucky shot, or not, -you- have my attention -Foster-." And no, Shiloh didn't even say a codename. The older woman turns and starts to go toward the portal. "Next time there won't be an illusion spell holding me back child. Pray your aim doesn't falter," and the woman will go toward the portal knowing when a wound needs to be tended to. She steps inside the tear and it starts to close quickly. On the other side, the older woman will scream out in as a 50s style them plays, "It was Agatha all along." And that leaves Nick and Shiloh alone with a description of a magical user that comes up in several tomes. Yet, they survived Agatha tonight.