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modormenace ([personal profile] modormenace) wrote in [community profile] f20202020-09-23 03:48 pm

FINALE: Synod & Conclusion

The Synod should have ended on the 21st, but a blackout traps all the attendees in the facility. The train won't move. The Gates won't reverse. The anomaly outside would eradicate anything attempting to cross the stygian wasteland. All anyone can do is wait.

On the 23rd, a network message informs all imPorts their time has come to an end. Their presence is tearing this world apart, and in order to save it, the Resistance must destroy the Porter. All imPorts depend on it for survival, and will die along with it—
but humanity will triumph.

THE CATALYST TO
THE FINALE
THE
REBELS
ATTACK

A hastily-assembled team of various faction members rushes to the Porter's defense. When they arrive, they find that their extremist opponents are imPorts themselves. Some of them might have once been called friends. Others have remained in the shadows, sleeper forces of the Resistance. While the saboteurs continue their work, fighters leap into battle against all those who've arrived to defend the Porter.

[OOC: Please tag the above top-level if you'd like some mod-run NPC combat! We'll be able to back/tag several PCs for at least 2 weeks from today.]

Not only must enemy combatants be defeated, but a complex series of timed explosive devices threatens to destroy the Porter controls, forcing a desperate call for technical experts and finesse powers.

 

Only partway into the showdown, a minor explosion rips through the crowd and takes out combatants on both sides. An alarm begins to scream. Total annihilation has been averted, but the Porter's shields are crumbling.

ESCAPE THE SYNOD

Though the terrorists are now in custody, there's a bigger problem. The facility is no longer safe. The Gates, echoing the damaged Porter, still haven't reversed polarity. Everyone will have to escape via the Death Train, which isn't equipped for so many imPorts in high concentration. It'll need additional shielding and the reprogramming for multiple trips, which means tech-minded imPorts will have to cooperate to overcome its automated settings.

ImPorts must divide into smaller groups because the destination station at the White City may overload too. Batches of ImPorts pile together for the ride in much more cramped quarters than they're used to. Several are injured from the attack, others are dying, and it'll be a long and harrowing journey before they can reach a hospital for treatment. ImPorts steal moments for hurt and comfort, as well as moments of revelation and intimacy.

Even for those left unscathed, they must swiftly transfer through the White City and travel back to their home factions via conventional means, or risk causing dimensional chaos as more ImPorts arrive behind them.

THE QUIET

Once the Death Train arrives at the White City with the last of the Synod attendees on board, it seems like the worst is over. While anyone wanting to leave the city is free to use conventional means to do so, some choose to remain in Florida to recuperate, strategize or tend to the wounded.

For three days, everything looks like it might be returning to normal.

ImPorts are likely to resume life as usual, continuing with politicking and personal lives alike. After all, there's a year to go until the next Synod-- and despite everything, new ImPorts still arrive through the battered Porter facility.

DEATH DOME EXPANDS

On September 26th, sensors indicate a wave of cosmic radiation moving toward the White City. The reason is obvious enough: damage to the Porter has destabilized the Death Dome and now it's rapidly expanding. If it isn't stopped, it'll swallow the city within days. After that, scientists fear it may tear through the entire planet.

The White Tower immediately puts out a call for aid. Citizens of the city will have to be evacuated en masse. They plead for every imPort who is able to come forward and work to halt the growth of the Dome using whatever means necessary. If they don't work together, no one's getting out of this alive.

Most terrifying of all, the Death Dome's "cosmic radiation" causes permanent death, shredding and scattering energy and matter across the multiverse. Unshielded contact means no resurrection within this world ever again. To those who dream of someday returning to home dimensions, the mysteries of these physics is steeped with terrifying unknowns.

[OOC: Per this OOC plotting question, contact with the Death Dome destroys the AU version of a character permanently, but not their MoM counterpart. See the thread for more details.]

UNTIMELY ARRIVALS

Anyone Porting in during the Death Dome expansion, whether for the first time or resurrecting, finds the Porter facility is horrifically unstable. Heavy strands of permanently lethal entropic energy weave through visible cracks in the walls. They must escape through a Gate as quickly as possible, or risk an untimely death!

Under pressure, it might be harrowing to choose an ImPort city and faction. No sooner than they do, and step through the Gate, that they find that the world is in uproar, though their new home may well be in denial, strategically or otherwise.

UNITED
FRONT
CHARACTER
(FACTION)
CONTAINMENT
Krakoa
Anakin Skywalker
Luminary
Jane Foster
Krakoa
White Tower
Luke Skywalker
Empire of Light
COMMUNICATIONS
Krakoa
Kang
Seekers of the New Dawn
Luminary
SUPPORT
Ysanne Poirier
Northwestern Imperium
TRANSPORTATION
Luther Hargreeves
Krakoa
Minimus Ambus
White Tower (R)
MISCELLANY
Rey Palpatine
White Tower
 

Faced with a cosmic anomaly, ImPorts take heroic measures in the ground and air in Florida and beyond to save natives and perhaps even their kind alike.

[OOC: The above character 'sub-rosters' reflect the IC involvement based on this plotting form. We'll attempt to link top-levels here, and further incorporate your RP into a conclusion post on or by October 1. Feel free to top-level, and of course backtag/sandbox indefinitely!]

FINAL OUTCOMES

At the nth hour, on September 30, two ImPorts, Shouta and Tomura of Equality Before Law make it into the Porter and manage, incredibly, to stabilize the damaged Fate technology with use of reality-warping abilities.

As the Death Dome begins to shrink back to its original circumference, it leaves behind a bizarre, scarred landscape, and a fine dusting of eerie crystalline particles of inscrutable chemical makeup. It may take years before the land is arable again, but the day is saved. For now.


OOC Links

houseparty: (HUD - she's haunting me)

Tony Stark ⧒ OTA & closed

[personal profile] houseparty 2020-09-24 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
( Event TLs will be posted here! Feel free to plot with me via PM or [plurk.com profile] backagain. )
houseparty: IM2 (holo)

Closed prompt

[personal profile] houseparty 2020-09-24 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Escape the Synod - closed to [personal profile] efficacy and [personal profile] timestones

( Even under the oppressive sleep his body is in, Tony's mind wanders. Willed into protecting the complex networks and systems of the Tower, with little idea of how to navigate the powers of this Other!Stark, he drifts aimlessly at first, fearful and pissed about it, flicking away encroaching threats out of sheer, instinctual self-preservation.

The added insult to injury? This would be so cool, if he wasn't forced into it. This would also be easier with a manual, or even a fucking command line...

Left alone in the High Chancellor's suite, he's only tangentially aware of the ensuing battle at the Porter, the explosion manifesting through the strange, digital landscape as a cascade of distant system failures: any technology in the immediate vicinity that has been torn apart, winking out like lights dying across a wide, endless plane. He doesn't- can't -register the building shudder from the shockwave.

He's a sitting duck. )
chenqing_player: (dark cultivator)

Wei Wuxian vs. The Extremists

[personal profile] chenqing_player 2020-09-24 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
When everything started, Wei Wuxian was on the side of the resistance. He had been tasked with protecting the ones about to make the announcement. But shortly into their announcement, Wei Wuxian realized he had made a terrible mistake. Dread filled him as he realized the people he was defending were trying to end everything and everyone.

"What are you doing?? You can't just kill everyone!" words that seem strange coming from a man that has killed to get them to this point. Doing anything he could but with the belief he could save the ones he cared about when it was all over. He can't let them die at the hands of these extremists.

He knew he had to do something, even if it meant his time with the resistance would come to an end. Summoning up the spirits in the area he starts to send them towards the extremists. Black clouds with intense resentful energy head towards them, their goal to get them away from anything they might have on them to set everything in motion.

At this point he doesn't care if he dies as long as he can keep hundreds..thousands..of others from dealing with that fate.
numberthree: (☂ 00.178)

Allison Hargreeves ⧓ Krakoa

[personal profile] numberthree 2020-09-24 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ TL's for Allison/(some) Containment Crew pieces.
Come plot with me in the PM's or at [plurk.com profile] wanderlustlover ]
numberthree: (☂ Umbrella Academy 03)

Sept 26th { Containment Crew - Planning Meeting

[personal profile] numberthree 2020-09-24 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
The call goes out from The White Tower.

They are looking for anyone with the power to control reality, the Force, metamagic, technology siphoning, anything that might help control the rapidly expanding Death Dome. The facts are saying the city will be gone in days, and the planet not long after it, if something isn't done now.

It's not her meeting (Chancellor Palpatine called them all here), but Allison is one of the first few there and as of the Krakoan Council of Five, she's very used to being in a room of very different people working together, shoulder to shoulder, on impossible situations. Even if none of them were as grave as this new one.

"Ideas?"



[ OOC Note: Anyone signing up to Team Containment at any time can jump in here, too. The more the merrier! ]
Edited 2020-09-24 03:26 (UTC)
everduring: (ʀᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅ)

[personal profile] everduring 2020-09-24 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Eli Ever had anticipated this. At one point or another, there's always someone who breaks, someone who can't see the forest for the trees. Nearly every ally he's ever temporarily partnered with has protested similarly: You can't just kill everyone! Often, those are the final words they ever speak.

He engages, now, to ensure the others can keep working while he handles this inconvenience. Unlike most of them, he's not wearing any body armor, nothing to conceal his identity or protect him from harm, but that fact doesn't stop him from meeting the challenge.

...With a gun, naturally. Not all imPorts are inclined to perform magic tricks. He says nothing as he turns toward Wei Wuxian, lifts his Glock 22, and fires.
chenqing_player: (Default)

[personal profile] chenqing_player 2020-09-24 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian has become familiar with guns since being in this world and when he spots the glint of metal in the light he knows what will be coming at him will come fast. All he can do is try to avoid and hope to minimize the damage of impact.

He seems to disappear into a black cloud as the bullet enters into it. The spirits unable to stop the weapon but able to conceal him should the man keep shooting. From within the cloud, two sharp daggers come flying out towards Eli.

Blood seeps from the gunshot wound he now has in his arm. He reaches up to collect some of it, forming talismans on his body and the floor around him with the red liquid with the speed of someone who has clearly had to do this for much of his life.
resoluteandunyielding: { Padmé } (The Perfect Eggshell Mask)

Padmé Amidala ⧓ Luminary

[personal profile] resoluteandunyielding 2020-09-24 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ TL's for Padme/United Front: Communications.
Come plot with me in the DM's or at [plurk.com profile] wanderlustlover ]
everduring: (ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ)

[personal profile] everduring 2020-09-24 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Not one to let his guard down just because his opponent has suddenly vanished into smoke, Eli's ready when the counterattack comes. He jerks his head to the side just enough to avoid the dagger that would have otherwise nailed him in the eye, but doesn't bother to avoid the second, which buries itself right below his collarbone.

He doesn't flinch. In fact, he doesn't bother to address it at all, undeterred in his goal to eliminate this problem before it gets any more disruptive than it already is. He keeps walking forward, toward the cloud, blindly firing another two bullets into it.
resoluteandunyielding: { Senator } (Golden Girl)

OTA | United Front: Refugee Safe Haven

[personal profile] resoluteandunyielding 2020-09-24 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
The White Tower puts out its call to action, and Queen Sinivalyana and The Dragon Knight are pulled in twain, two different directions for two different jobs that they are uniquely suited to. He returns to White Tower, as Padmé opens the gates of Luminary to everyone in The White City.

Luminary sits at a far distance, in the Andes Mountains, promising, if not forever, a good foothold to weather the storm before the Death Dome -- if it cannot be stopped there -- will reach them. (A thought she refuses to entertain for more reasons than one.)

Padmé can often be found, even with her guards, helping those who are arriving: her contacts that have been ferrying people to Luminary, inquiring about updates from the White Tower, and those who are coming in for the long haul of this arduous turn of events, handing them blankets, food, and directing them to houses which have been opened to them.


[ Under United Front, feel free to use this space to either tag Padme or have your own sets of characters be together,
in personal threads (without her), experiencing their refugee existence in Luminary. ]
Edited 2020-09-24 03:51 (UTC)
chenqing_player: (red talisman)

[personal profile] chenqing_player 2020-09-24 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian has so many questions, ducking down low to try and avoid the bullets if the man is aiming for a kill shot if he were standing. He wishes he could ask them but he knows that even if he tried the answers wouldn't matter. He isn't likely to survive this and he accepts it. All he can hope is that he can hold them off long enough for reinforcements to arrive and maybe take at least one of them down with him.

When the man gets close enough he smacks his hand into the talisman he drew on the floor and flames shoot out from the cloud, a line of fire going straight towards the other man. The flaw is that it separates the cloud he hides within but now he has a flame barrier that will hopefully send the man off track.

Meanwhile the talisman on his body starts to draw the dead, if there are corpses in the area they will now be drawn to their location and all Wei Wuxian can do is hope he can control them.
resoluteandunyielding: { Queen } (pic#12980382)

Closed | The Queen and Her Dragon

[personal profile] resoluteandunyielding 2020-09-24 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Padmé wasn't there when he started readying to leave.

The decisions made, they'd both had to turn their focus very quickly to the only things that made sense for them to do. To put those first contacts out, start lining everything up. It is no small task to open wide a faction land they had so carefully woven close and closed on no noticed.

But a short while later still finds her at the doorway to their chambers, watching him. Almost entirely ready to leave. To return to that city, and the exploding dome that was now destroying it quicker every time news reached them. Her voice is calm and level, even if, perhaps, her eyes aren't entirely.

"Is that almost everything, then?"
iceheart_imperial: (Default)

Relief Column [Open]

[personal profile] iceheart_imperial 2020-09-24 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
She'd had support nearby, of course, off the coast. It was a flagrant breach of diplomatic protocols, but she never took any chances and 'exercises' were such a good excuse for anything, even if nobody believed them. But she had been waiting for trouble, and it had come.

And so she had summoned up what she'd brought. She'd run out to meet them, tired though she was, hopping onto the passenger side railing of the lead truck. Ten of them, all told - but not soldiers. Not many, at any rate. Just a handful of guards. But what pulled up was a relief column in the truest sense of the words - packed to the brim with medical supplies, foodstuffs, and the sundries needed to preserve life.

And evacuate wounded to the old waiting hospital ship currently anchored off the Florida coast. She wished she'd planned that. But that had been an accident. One of oh so many that she found herself tied to. But that was the benefit of being the second-in-command of an imperium, wasn't it?

Even if she might not be that for much longer.

kraythero: (with Padme - Power Couple)

[personal profile] kraythero 2020-09-24 04:28 am (UTC)(link)

Normally. Normally. This armor was only used in ceremony and show. Scales laced together so orange and gold were woven into an intricate sun centered in his chest and spilling over his shoulders, spiraling down his back to surround a pale silver disc. Holding and protecting the moon. More rays spilled down his thighs and blended into the dark blue of sky. But it wasn't just decoration - it was very real, very strong, armor. In this, he wanted to be seen.

But Anakin could sense Padmé as she approached and he straighted. Both lightsabers where on his hips, the one he'd arrived with, and the one he'd made here. Normally he only carried one. He slipped over too her and slid a hand over her's as he leaned down to brush a kiss over her cheek. Careful of her make up. "Yes. I'm ready."

He was more worried about her. "You have your armor, just in case?" Panicked people in a mob - always dangerous.

everduring: (ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ)

[personal profile] everduring 2020-09-24 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
The bodies of those unfortunate fighters who were taken down by the extremists earlier begin to stir in response to that magic, but Eli doesn't notice them yet. His attention is on the burst of fire suddenly rushing toward him. He has just enough time to toss his gun away and spare the gunpowder from the heat. Then he's swallowed by the flames.

He hurls himself forward, charging toward Wei Wuxian, a ghastly fireball on two legs. Most people would be screaming, but he doesn't. The only indication that he's in pain at all comes from his strange, ragged gasping as he draws closer. Flesh and clothing still aflame, he leaps at Wei Wuxian, aiming to tackle him and share the gruesome experience.
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Young Avengers (Default)

David Alleyne vs. Extremists

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2020-09-24 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
Since coming into this world, David had not been one to actively throw himself into the line of danger. Part of that was hiding his powers. A lot of it was the fact that he didn’t see a reason to hurt himself for others. Maybe he was a bit jaded. But the list of people qualified to disable bombs, defend themselves, and protect the Porter isn’t the greatest. Someone can do all of this? Even shorter.

When other people run away, David runs towards and abandons his final secret, blades made of psychic energy forming in his hands as he leaves others to hit the main group approaching the Porter, David slides into cover beside it. The weapons are his defense, ready to keep himself safe. But his mind is already tuning out, delving into the explosives. He has to shut these down.

Which of course means he might not notice someone approaching.
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Young Avengers (Default)

David Alleyne ⧓ Krakoa

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2020-09-24 10:37 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Event TLs for David. Hit me up with a dm, Discord: Churby#4290, or [plurk.com profile] churbooseanon]
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Marvel Comics (Poor Planning (Injured))

OTA | Death Train Hacking | CW: Character Injury/Blood

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2020-09-24 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
Today, frankly, sucks. The whole last year has sucked. Everything sucks, and nothing sucks as more than this moment that finds David limping toward the train station. He isn’t in the same state as he was when he’s gone off to help with the Porter Defense. His clothes are torn and dirty and burned in some manners. But really, the worst part is the burns covering his right arm. Actually, no, it’s the slowly bleeding gash in his side that David’s pushing some discarded cloth to.

Somehow he’s gotten here, gotten back, and the Krakoan leader pushes past the gathering crowds. People part for him. Maybe it’s the injury. Maybe it’s the fact that they recognize a Synod Faction Leader. Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s mumbling technopath coming through.

In the end, he collapses near one of the control panels, broken down and tired. Only then he puts his hand against the panel, using it as a tighter focus for his technopathy, forcing his awareness into the systems.

“Okay,” he says to whoever is near and working on the system. “Where are we on getting this baby to obey our will? I’m diving in. Tell me where my efforts are most needed.”

Once he’s got it working a bit more, stewing in the back of his head, he looks to the milling, worried crowd.

“Any chance we’ve got any doctors here? Other than me? Otherwise, clean cloth would be nice.”

The pain he can push through. Not knowing where the people he loves are he can push through. Survival is what matters right now. And if nothing else, he was a mutant.

They found a way to survive.
Edited 2020-09-24 10:49 (UTC)
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Marvel Comics (Ran Out of Fucks (Campfire))

OTA | The Last Train Out

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2020-09-24 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
The thing about trying to perform a complex series of overrides on Fate-Touched technology while highly injured was that it was draining. Draining to the point where doing it from a distance wasn’t even remotely possible. Where once David could easily have touched systems from a world and a half away, he had to stay close, which meant that he was the last one on the last train back.

Which didn’t bother David in the slightest. He was... Tired. Tired but too pained to sleep. He hadn’t bothered yet trying to reach out to his fellows among the Five. He hadn’t bothered trying a lot of things, afraid of who might have been lost in the conflict, in the destabilization. Afraid of who was gone and might never come back.

David took the seat someone else offered him and leaned back against the window. He hadn’t been on the train in years. Seemed like he wasn’t likely to do so again, if the Porter couldn’t be stabilized. They’d all... No, he wasn’t borrowing morbidity.

“Well... ImPorts sure know how to throw a party,” he muses aloud, trying to make light of the situation before his hands come up to his face to rub at his eyes. His glasses are gone, the small computers lost in the unending hours of getting the train running for everyone.

“Next time, let’s pick somewhere with Pina Coladas?”
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Marvel Comics (With A Little Tech Know-How (Hologram))

A Return Home | Open to Refuges, Locals, and New Arrivals | Krakoa

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2020-09-24 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
Getting to Krakoa without the gates wasn’t exactly the easiest process. But still, there were teleporters, there were other means of transportation, and there was always the will to make sure there was the way. So it was that David returned to the shores of his home.

He made the rounds of the inhabitants that hadn’t gone to the Synod, offering his comfort and reassurances. The fact that not everyone was back didn’t mean they were gone for good, after all. They were just busy. As for David, his part in things could be achieved from here.

And of course there were the others, the refuges and the new arrivals. Those David made sure to set time out for. Each one were approached individually with an extended hand and a soft, tired look.

“Welcome. I’m David Alleyne of the Council. I’m sorry to say we can’t really put on our normal raucous greeting for your arrival with how messy things got. But if you have any questions I’m happy to provide. And forgive me if I ask you just what you’re capable of doing and if you’d be willing to help with some things. It’s not normally our way to be this forward, especially since most of our residents are young, but sometimes we work best by working together.”

Longer term residents might also find him, most hours of the day, sitting outside of the Council building in a lounge chair, surrounded by several different electronic devices, distracted in one of his technopathic focus trances. His mind is too deep in the tech to be focusing on usual things. Like sleep. Or food. Or listening when people approach. Which is why he flinches and jumps about a foot in the air when he finally registers footsteps nearby.

“Holy fuck, I did... I didn’t expect you there.”
pillz: (fw nya)

Joseph Kavinsky ⧒ White Tower

[personal profile] pillz 2020-09-24 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
pillz: (fw scheme)

closed to david; (death train repair)

[personal profile] pillz 2020-09-24 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[kavinsky is still kavinsky. well, from his perspective. as opposed to say, high chancellor stark-- who definitely isn't 'himself' lately, but whom kavinsky still cares for enough to have sent his friends after him.

but the porter facility is groaning; the ground seems to tremble. no sooner had the chaos of the resistance saboteurs subsided that they have to deal with this shit as a direct consequence.

kavinsky comes barrelling into the train station. he's wearing a modified iron man suit, white with copper and black accents piped and plated along his frame. he's merely traveling on foot, which makes sense; it'd be bad to accidentally knock people around with the repulsors on his boots.]


Alleyne.

[stopping by the technopath, kavinsky's digitized voice sounds slightly different from his usual, but it's nothing like stark's-- not that alleyne would have made that mistake anyway, considering tony's current state, semi-publically known. and david's seen this armor before, or at least a set like it.] How are we looking?
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Marvel Comics (With A Little Tech Know-How (Hologram))

CW: Character injury (burns)

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2020-09-24 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[He hears the movement of metal, feels it pressing against his technopathic senses, and knows without having to even look or listen that it's not Stark. The fact that he can even brush up against the systems, that they invite his over-tranced mind to dive in and lose himself in the wonders of Tony's work like losing oneself in the euphoric contemplation of a divine relic, tells him it's not Tony. Tony was a barrier against David pushing into systems when the man was around, just like David was to Tony.]

Well, I'm thinking this would be the perfect place to rebuild the Epcot Center. I want to put a shave us stand, two inches to my left, over that way.

[He chooses left because his right arm is still a mess of burns. But hey, at least the bleeding in his side has stopped.]

We're looking forward. Fate tech still sucks, it tastes like blood and wool and steel in my mouth when I touch it, but things are flowing. We're on a good schedule to get people out of here, provided teleporters and portal makers keep up their end of the quota. And I need more stabilization specialists who are willing to risk riding the train back and forth to keep it running smooth while spelling each other. But...

[God he's tired, and nearly swooning because this has all been so much and he's drained.]

I'm not leaving until I have every last person out of here. Now, where's my mojito?
bifroster: (017)

[personal profile] bifroster 2020-09-24 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Jane didn’t think she would be returning to White Tower and she is sure that some of the people here weren’t expecting her back either. Word might have gotten out that she was not the Jane Foster some of them knew; it might not have. At the moment, she is getting exhausted from all the fighting, but she is glad to be able to change direction. Not that she likes what she now has to focus on, but she is glad that they are putting aside their differences to work together.

Upon arriving in this world earlier this month, she should have reacted better. She should have pushed aside her fears and anxieties and focused on what she could do to help others, instead of focusing on distancing herself and not facing what her “other self” had done directly.

“I can control gravity,” she said immediately. “That can impact energy directly. I can help create a barrier and keep it in place while we figure out how to stop it completely.”

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