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Recluse -- Stephanie, now -- frowned at the tablet as she glanced at the two pots she had on the stove. No one here made even the drinks she remembered from Russia. Sbiten seemed fairly easy. The recipe for kvass she found seemed long rather than difficult. She filled two post with water and turned the stove on. It all seemed to go well until she went to toast the bread for the kvass a second time. Smoke filled the kitchen, setting off the smoke alarm. She cursed in Russian, shoving a towel under the spigot.
The Godstorm came at New York City, gathering other storms nearby to it. It wanted power Thor's little hammer couldn't easily undo. The Godstorm had underestimated the god once. If he showed up again, he would be ready. His reach was expansive. All along the Atlantic Coast, they felt his raging wrath. Even glancing touches from his circulating clouds brought damage.
There was warning he was coming, but Godstorm cared not one whit. He want right toward the harbor, using its funneling effect and the high tides from the moon to shove torrents of water into the megalopolis. He pushed on shore, making his way inland.
He was looking for something. Not that the small people trying to survive the hurricane coming ashore knew that. Their survival was not even a concern. He just pushed on land and spread his reach. He pushed his storm inland and the requisite flooding came with it. The winds howled and shards of glass broke off skyscrapers and added sharp damage to the mayhem.
There was warning he was coming, but Godstorm cared not one whit. He want right toward the harbor, using its funneling effect and the high tides from the moon to shove torrents of water into the megalopolis. He pushed on shore, making his way inland.
He was looking for something. Not that the small people trying to survive the hurricane coming ashore knew that. Their survival was not even a concern. He just pushed on land and spread his reach. He pushed his storm inland and the requisite flooding came with it. The winds howled and shards of glass broke off skyscrapers and added sharp damage to the mayhem.
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- [character] danielle cage,
- [character] jay walters-wingfoot,
- [character] joe rogers,
- [character] millicent zaran,
- [character] mira greson,
- [character] nika sable-preston,
- [character] reiko tawakawa,
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- [character] rose logan,
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The decrepit-looking hotel near a waterfall in Colombia was a case of the facade not quite matching the interior. Early 20th century grandeur fought against years of disuse and nature's reclamation. While the first floor retained some of it's moldy and waterlogged appearance, it was a deception to keep the local guerillas uninterested in the goings on inside the building. With late night experiments leading to flashing lights in some of the windows, the locals, gun-toting or not, spoke about the old hotel as a haunted location.
The head of that nest was counting on interlopers of the goody-two-shoe variety. Though the planned team wasn't the ones in blue and white. Either way, Huntress 19 had called in assistance from extra nests.
The head of that nest was counting on interlopers of the goody-two-shoe variety. Though the planned team wasn't the ones in blue and white. Either way, Huntress 19 had called in assistance from extra nests.
Matt Murdock had explicitly told his daughter that as Daredevil’s sidekick, Acrobat could do no adventuring or detective work on her own. Acrobat couldn’t engage directly with the big bads or anything.
Good thing I’m not Acrobat anymore.
She’d had the costume tucked away in the back of her closet. A black and yellow costume, with familiar yellow initials emblazoned across the chest and a horned cowl. It hadn’t been easy, getting that costume together without her father’s knowledge, but Mags had managed. She hadn’t really considered wearing the costume for a long while yet, but with her father incapacitated thanks to whoever had tried to kill him…
And the list of suspects for that dubious honor is longer than Rapunzel’s braid.
( Well, Acrobat had to be retired... )
Good thing I’m not Acrobat anymore.
She’d had the costume tucked away in the back of her closet. A black and yellow costume, with familiar yellow initials emblazoned across the chest and a horned cowl. It hadn’t been easy, getting that costume together without her father’s knowledge, but Mags had managed. She hadn’t really considered wearing the costume for a long while yet, but with her father incapacitated thanks to whoever had tried to kill him…
And the list of suspects for that dubious honor is longer than Rapunzel’s braid.
( Well, Acrobat had to be retired... )
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