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"You know. I've read everything in the MI 13 files about Excalibur -- the team, not the...you know. I honestly thought that I knew everything about what could be out there."

Faiza shifted her stance, hand on Excalibur's hilt at her side. She glanced up at the young man who floated above her, cape fluttering in the wind. Americans, she thought for a moment before shaking her head. After all, she recognized him. Mostly from those same files. An Avenger. Justice.

He glanced down and gave her a smile. "It's always kinda startling when you run into your first 'kidnapped and pulled into another world' situation."

"Little bit," she agreed, then paused and looked at the last member of their little crew. "I just...well, nobody ever mentioned anything about..."

"There's a lot out there that nobody mentions," Justice replied. Then paused. "Though. This is a bit more than even I've had to deal with before."

Because that last member of their team? Was an actual MUPPET. And Faiza really wasn't certain what to do with that.

not_the_philistine

There seemed, on the surface, nothing mysterious about the events that had transpired as of late in a rural Irish town. A wolf had slain several Irish women in as brutal and bloody a way a beast could, and this was not the only attack by wolves on humans across Europe recently. The Irish culprit had already been killed by a local human, to the relief of all the mortals who lived nearby.

The mystery of the case was that the Irish wolf that had done the killing was a faoladh, an Irish wolf guardian of a clan that shared their land peacefully with mortals. For one of their sons to brutally murder a pair of humans was a strange and terrible thing, wholly unexpected.

Combined with the epidemic of recent European wolf attacks, it suggested any number of conclusions that people could draw. Disease, a curse, cold blooded murder - and the job wanted a detective to determine which conclusion was the right one.

Fortunately for the Guardians, they were recently fortified by one.

Goliath exited the snowglobe wormhole into Ireland first, checking that the scene was clear before Elisa followed behind him. The morning mist turned the sun into a bright smudge over the trees of the nearby forest. The wolf's beheaded body lay on the grass in a browning patch of old blood outside one of a small collection of old, simple homes. A bloody massacre had taken place in one.

"Only one house has windows unlit," Goliath pointed out, looking around instead of closely at the body. His job was to keep Elisa safe and attend to their surroundings while she did her work of attending to small details. "That must be where the murders took place."

googledox

This is Brainiac 5. I believe some of you have returned from your missions.

We had a new Guardian that was brought in earlier that was in critical condition. In his distress call, he said his name was Blue Beetle.

Wonder Girl, Superboy, is he a hero from your time and dimension of origin? I recall meeting a different Blue Beetle when the Legion was helping you past heroes fight the Sun Eater, a middle aged man.

This one is a teenager. Lyle, Tadashi, and I have gotten him stabilized but due to his attack, he may be in a panic when he wakes up, so a familiar face wouldn't be remiss so the first thing he sees isn't a Brainiac. I'm monitoring him in the infirmary.

pyromannered

Chandra landed hard and staggered into a tree in the dark. She caught herself on it, slumped against the wonderful stability of something solid and real, and panted. Everything, especially her head, hurt. It hadn’t been the worst planeswalk of her career, but not by much and she shuddered with delayed terror. How did she get here? She couldn’t remember entering this plane, couldn’t remember what felt like several hours back at all.

It didn't matter. Chandra closed her eyes for a moment, leaned her head against the bark, and gave a choking laugh because she was still alive. Still battered and exhausted and not a little pissed off, but alive. No mysteries could ruin that important detail.

The disorientation was fading, at least, and Chandra straightened to better assess where she’d landed. She was on a mountain, more of a large hill but close enough. The faint but familiar pulse of red mana resonated under her feet. Good. Chandra wasn’t strong enough to return to Regatha and definitely wasn’t strong enough for another running battle for her life, but if something attacked her she’d at least have fuel for her fire.

A high place like this would be good to get the lay of whatever plane she’d stumbled into, all the better to plan her next move. She climbed to the crest of the hill and stopped cold.

Below the hills stretched a vast, glimmering city. Chandra could not see the end of it. Thousands of points of light traced the hard edges of impossibly tall buildings and broad, winding streets, all together casting a bright haze that drove the stars from the night sky. Nothing, not a single one of the strange worlds Chandra had seen, had ever been like this.

The planeswalker looked out from the Hollywood Hills over Los Angeles and could only stare.

thegoshdarn

Santa Claus' workshop is simultaneously incredibly surprising and not surprising in the slightest. It's certainly a new experience, but its design and decoration make it essentially exactly what she'd imagine if she was asked to imagine what it would look like. Admittedly, she hasn't really believed in its existence since - did she ever believe in its existence? Hmm.

At least the red in her suit sort of fits in with the general color theme. The vocal distorter's off but the mask is still on, so she's really just what you'd expect from your third Robin up until she starts talking.

Which, to be fair, she's not doing a whole lot of compared to glancing around with interest while she waits for Cassie to find her brother and Kon and whoever else she deems appropriate.

wherenoonegoes

[THE FORGE]

Hiccup's sword, Inferno, was a marvel of engineering. With an extendable blade that could be coated in a Monstrous Nightmare's flammable saliva, and the ability to spray Hideous Zippleback gas, it was the perfect dragon training tool. After all, not every weapon could be used to convince a dragon that the wielder is one of them.

That said, as an actual sword? It wasn't very useful. While it could cut and stab, it couldn't be used to parry blows from anything much heavier than a saber without shattering. Which was why Hiccup was in the forge, constructing a much sturdier blade.

Truth be told, Hiccup wasn't very gifted when it came to melee combat. He was passable in a pinch, Astrid had seen to that, but he was far, far better at fighting in the air. And he could avoid needing to do either, all the better. But preventing battle wasn't likely to be an option very often here, and as for fighting alongside Toothless? The incident with Dipper and Mabel proved that might not always be an option either.

The blade, Hiccup hadn't quite thought of a name for it, having only thought of it as a replacement for Inferno as he was making it, was more or less finished. All that was left was quenching and tempering it.

Steam rose as he doused it in water, and he lifted the cooled blade out to study it. It was about this point that the blade promptly caught fire.

"SWORDONFIRESWORDONFIRE!!" Hiccup shouted, before shoving it back in the water.

Taking a deep breath, Hiccup thought it through logically. Swords did not just catch on fire on their own. Magic had to be involved somehow, possible his myth powers. He hadn't set anything else on fire, not magically at any rate, so that ruled out fire powers. What was different about the sword? Well, he'd made it for one thing...could that mean he could enchant weapons somehow?

This required testing...

[COMM TEXT]

Hope I'm using this right. Hiccup here. Y'know, the scrawny Viking guy with dragon for a best friend? I think I may have figured out my myth power. The one that doesn't involve talking to Toothless in my head, I mean. I made an enchanted sword, and I wanted to see if I could do something similar with anything else. So if anyone wants some sort of magic item, let me know. I can't guarantee it will actually be magic, I haven't really figured out this whole power thing yet, but even if it doesn't end up being enchanted I can guarantee whatever it is will be well-made.

beetlebutt

[Every single comm in the North Pole blares with alarm. The comms that have been made and handed out to all of them by the lab nerds, the hailing frequencies in Nova's helmet, the various super team communicators that some of the superheroes have on hand. Even cell phones go off and receive texts with coordinates. Every single possible communications device suddenly rings, buzzes, or blares alarms. Alongside the messages, coordinates are sent, indicating a location near the Rockies in Colorado. The message crackles with static and through the static the voice of a terrified teenage boy calls out to them.]

Mayday, mayday, this is Blue Beetle! Is anyone out there?

[Manny never showed them that a new myth was around but the unfortunate thing is sometimes people fell through the cracks. Sometimes his sight has its limits. Jaime Reyes is, unfortunately, one of the people he hadn't seen.]

I showed up in this place - wherever it is - and I was attacked by some crazy girl with fire powers! And now I'm being chased by some extra crazy version of Harley Quinn - annnd she has a chainsaw. And she murdered a whole bunch of people, there were bodies everywhere - and -

And I'm hurt and my bugsuit is damaged and I can't fly or us any of its weapons. If anyone's out there, Justice League, Titans, Green Lanterns, whoever - heck, I'll even take that team that's a bunch of metal people - please respond!

not_the_philistine

The un-copy-able sigils had been memorized, and Goliath had already sorted through the library to assemble all the texts he could find relating to enemies they knew they'd encountered. There must be more in the stacks yet too obscure for him to recognize their reference, but he would surely find them yet.

Now, though, the task he'd given himself in the library was to comb through stories for ones that might yet become relevant to them - either stories likely to bring new Guardians, or new children's nightmares to life.

He'd settled upon a particular story that he'd been aware of back in New York, but hadn't yet chosen for his own reading pleasaure. Fantasy stories had never offered him much in the way of escapism from his own fantastic life, and yet tended to be too speculative to relate to the reality of living hidden among humans.

This, though, he was finding himself drawn into as he skimmed through the early chapters, drawn in by the prose and the glimmers of philosophy it promised.

He came across a passage too well worded not to speak.

"- many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life." He drew the words out, thoughtful. "Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends."

Beautifully put. He'd have to remember the words.

staff_and_wielder

Nico dithered a bit in the hallway outside of Raph's room. For all that they'd worked out the issues resulting from their last shard-hunting trip, things still hadn't gone back to 'normal' for them. Raph still had her doing training and that went fine, but all their other conversations were still kind of stilted. She really hoped that she hadn't ruined their friendship by planting that kiss on him -- she'd been so sure about him, but then he wasn't interested, and everything was just awkward and embarrassing.

But it wasn't going to get less awkward or embarrassing if they avoided each other, so maybe she should just knock and say hi and find out if he wanted to hang out or something.

Maybe he wasn't even in his room and she was just going to look like a dummy.

Nico took a deep breath and, before she could change her mind, knocked on the door.

laceandcarnage

Much of Istas's time in this lair of Kuk's was spent alone. She had no real desire to mingle with the others in his employ - although that was not because she had anything against them. Istas just had a very, very limited tolerance for sociability.

But she was willing to put aside the pleasantness of only having to deal with her own company in exchange for the glorious, magnificent room that was the kitchen.

Not only was it much larger than her own - larger even than her own apartment, really - it was filled with sleek, elegant appliances and always seemed to be fully stocked with delicious, sumptuous foods. This was a kitchen that could supply her bottomless stomach.

Although she had been told that as a myth, she now no longer needed to eat. Istas was dubious of this claim. After all, she still felt the Hunger. Even if she didn't actually need to, she still felt like she did. Therefore, better to constantly gorge herself anyway.

So, she sat at the large table in her white button-up blouse and blue petticoat skirt, methodically and with great enthusiasm making her way through enough food to feed five people. Five large people. Five large people who liked to eat entire chickens and chocolate cakes all on their own.

revvinguptheharley

Sometimes Harley just needed to do something spontaneous.

When she discovered it was the middle of the summer she felt an inspiration and wrangled up a squad of elves and Yeti's and leading them off through a portal only to come back some time later with wheel barrels full of clean white sand.

Anyone passing by the upper levels of the workshop would be treated to the sound of ukulele music and the scent of coconuts and roast pork.

Harley had cleared out one of the various rooms of the workshop and filled it with sand and kiddie pools. Lounging in one of them she had a brightly colored drink in hand while she luxuriated in a two piece swim suit of red and black.

A full sized boar was roasting over an open flame with an attentive elf in a coconut bra and sarong sliced off prime cuts of meat for those who asked. Behind him a table of various fruits, side dishes and drinks were stacked high.

Somehow she had even gotten palm trees to sprout providing shade from the sunlamps she had hung from the ceiling.

So help yourself to a pool, maybe do some dancing or snacking. There's a a few more elves shimmying under a limbo bar if you think you can manage that!

Ultimately it's amazing what someone with poor impulse control can accomplish when they put their mind to it.

thegoshdarn

It hasn't been an exceptionally busy night. Robin's stopped a couple muggings, a robbery, and even returned a runaway dog to his owner, and "he" is now considering having one more loop around this section of the city before turning in for the night. Which would have been a perfectly nice and doable idea if it wasn't for the fact that the city just stopped being Gotham. She's ground-level in a much smaller city instead, surrounded by people who apparently have not noticed or do not care that a Robin just popped into existence.

Someone walks through her while she's trying to get ahold of Oracle or Bruce or Alfred or anyone, without even apparently noticing, which is. Fine. It's not like that's a recurring nightmare or anything. Tim's just going to start looking for anything she can use to gather some information about what's going on and where she is, dodging anyone in her path because no, she has no desire to be walked through like a ghost again, thank you.

beetlebutt

Jaime Reyes was standing on a street in El Paso, looking very confused, and talking to himself. Well, at least it looked like he was talking to himself. Really, he was talking to the scarab, because the two of them were trying to figure out what the heck had just happened. The world had blurred, Jaime had passed out and now...

"This is so not El Paso."

Now he was in a place that was home and yet not home.

|T L[][]KS \|/E|RD. \|/HERE'S THE PUTT-PUTT?

"Exactly. And that - what is that? That building wasn't there yesterday. Neither was that bank building. And where's the El Diablo?"

/-\LTERN/-\TE D|/|\ENS|[]N?

"Are your sensors picking up anything weird?"

...SENS[]RS /-\RE |N[]PER/-\T|[]N/-\L.

After doing a systems check, the scarab trilled a little wordless cry of alarm.

"What's wrong?"

/|\UTIPLE SYSTEMS |N[]PER/-\T|[]N/-\L. []NLY B/-\S|C L|FE SUPP[]RT, B/-\SIC TR/-\NSF[]O/|\/-\T|[]N /-\B|L|T|ES, /-\ND C[]/|\/|\S /-\V/-\|L/-\BLE. D|/-\GN[]ST|CS UN/-\BLE TO DETER/|\INE WHY.

"Whoa, whoa, okay, calm down, you're kinda panicking. Stop with the brain klaxons, okay?"

|'/|\ RUNN|NG BL|ND. Y[]U C/-\LM D[]WN!

"I know this is freaky, and you're not used to being blind like this, but you're still conscious and I'm still conscious, and we're not fighting an evil death satellite or, I don't know, being shot at by aliens. We'll figure this out, okay? Just keep a cool head."

The response was a very surly, | D[]N'T H/-\VE /-\ HE/-\D.

Jaime rolled his eyes. "You know what I meant, Mr. Literal. Look, we'll figure this out, okay?"

In fact, maybe he could just talk to someone and get some answers. Some teenagers ran down the street towards him.

"Hey! Very, very lost superhero here," he said, waving them down. "Any chance you could -"

They didn't notice. In fact, with a feeling like cold mist, they ran right through him. Jaime froze up after they did, expression stricken.

"Okay, we're a ghost or something and no one can see, hear, or touch us. Time to panic."

| T[]LD Y[]U!

whambamandimdown

One moment, Caesar was stepping through a makeshift doorway into an abandoned hotel. The next, he found himself on a street in...well, he wasn't sure where he was, other than it sure didn't look like Switzerland anymore. It wasn't cold, and it was nighttime.

"What the--?!" He turns around, finding no doorway behind him. His face flies into a combination of panic and annoyance as thoughts run through his head - was this some new power the Pillar Men had?! He balls his fists, drawing his arms to his face in a crossed formation before jerking them back down to his sides as he cries out. "WHAM! SHOW YOURSELF, YOU BASTARD!"

This doesn't draw out the opponent he was chasing, but he does get this attention of some fearlings, who start to draw toward him.

It takes him some time to notice them in the dark of the night, but once he does, he steps back, not sure what to make of them. "What the hell are these things?! They're not zombies or vampires..." His confusion fades in short order, however, and he grabs his wrists, locking his arms together for a moment before pulling them apart. He smirks as bubbles form from his gloves, and with an all-too-overdone spinning motion, launches them from his hands. Energy crackles around them as they begin to spin, flying out in a wide cloud toward the beasts. "Try this! Ripple Bubble Cutter!"

The attack is useful, wiping out a number of the weaker fearlings, and injuring the bigger ones. The survivors are unsure of what to do at the moment, but soon realize they have him outnumbered - he can't kill all of them before they get him with that kind of overblown windup! They start to converge on him, and panic comes back to Caesar's face.

"Shit!"

thefreakinsavior

Emma had gone to sleep in Storybrooke and woke up somewhere else.

First off, waking up in a whole different state with a whole new set of memories was one thing, but the same set, and something's bound to happen. Instantly, panic had shocked her right out of bed, instantly grabbing her keys and her jacket---not even bothering to change out of the yoga pants or tanktop. This wasn't even her house. Just who the heck's house was this? Were we even still in Maine?

Momentarily, she stops in her doorway. What if.

"Henry?"

No answer. If she'd come here of her own volition, Henry would be here. But this was like her apartment---only, you know. Not. It was someone else's.

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atippleoftransparency

Lyle Norg is very pleased with himself. Sure, he and Brainy are in a crisis situation and trapped away from their team, but it's a crisis situation where they still have the time and space to take breaks to collect themselves and recover from the Hell that was the previous universe they'd been trapped in. And since they are no longer in that universe, he can do things now that he couldn't have earlier.

Things like the thing that he is currently very pleased about.

Invisible, he slips into the area already designated as "Brainy's Lab", cradling a mechanical-and-fluff penguin in his hands (it's quite dapper, for a toy, if he does say so himself). Brainy is naturally hard at work, but Lyle can be patient, drifting silently toward the Coluan and taking advantage of his invisibility and Brainy's preoccupation to admire his boyfriend in his natural and undisturbed element. And ogle him a little. He'd done both these things before, but never when he'd been in a position to do anything about them.

He just needs to wait until Brainy turns away...

When the moment comes, Lyle is as swift and silent as a striking snake, dropping the penguin and its attached note where Brainy can't miss it when he turns back, but not actually in Brainy's experiment since an inevitable explosion is not what he's going for here.

Then, holding his breath in anticipation, he steps back to watch Brainy's reaction.

morethanmyth

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The doors are opening. The last forsaken door will bring the longest night
and the children will weep as the world ends.

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couldputitback - And then there's the things nobody tells you about being a superhero
not_the_philistine - A Sort of Fairytale (closed to Elisa)
googledox - [comm] [audio]
pyromannered - All Crash, No Burn [Intro]
thegoshdarn - hello hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello [largely open]
wherenoonegoes - (no subject)
beetlebutt - SOS [comms] [audio] [open]
not_the_philistine - Is it storytime yet? (Open)
staff_and_wielder - "When one is painting one does not think." -- Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino
laceandcarnage - Open: The Evil Kitchen of Evil
revvinguptheharley - Beach Party Baby! [Bendytime to after Injustice Plot]
thegoshdarn - welcome wagon
beetlebutt - Gods and Monsters [cs: torture and murder and scary stuff]
whambamandimdown - A Not-So-Brief Interlude [Open]
thefreakinsavior - first snow queens, and now this.
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And then there's the things nobody tells you about being a superhero

A Sort of Fairytale (closed to Elisa)

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All Crash, No Burn [Intro]

hello hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello [largely open]

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SOS [comms] [audio] [open]

Is it storytime yet? (Open)

"When one is painting one does not think." -- Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino

Open: The Evil Kitchen of Evil

Beach Party Baby! [Bendytime to after Injustice Plot]

welcome wagon

Gods and Monsters [cs: torture and murder and scary stuff]

A Not-So-Brief Interlude [Open]

first snow queens, and now this.

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