nextgen_misc:

"They sense us, we have no more time to delay." The magus seated himself on the forest floor. Their numbers had gathered, and they were ready to retrieve the chosen one. The others would not let her go without a fight though. They would need to be isolated.

He reached a clawed hand into a deerskin pouch, retrieving a handful of small bones and scattering them across the circle he had seated himself in. He chanted under his breath, calling on not only the primal spirits, but the collective energy of his people. Slitted eyes came into focus, showing a youth of mind that the grayed fur around his face obscured.

"Scatter."

He, and those around the circle, vanished.

~~~

A wave of magical energy came towards the Xavier Institute like a tidal wave, a roar to those who could perceive it. It came through the walls and struck at Chris and those around her. They all vanished from sight, reappearing in various locations. They would each find an opponent waiting for them as well.

The invaders... well, there was no way around it, they looked like Chris. From ears to tail, they were built on the same model as her hybrid form. A mix of colors, ages, and body-types, but they were fighting a bunch of cat-people.

perenawska:

Irina had always known her apartment in Moscow was small, but now with two people in it, it felt cramped instead of cozy. Not that she minded having Nicholas here. He was nice company, despite knowing there was a demon inside of him. That part was just a little weird, but weird seemed to be the ongoing theme lately.

She never expected someone to come out of a portal when she opened one, but Nicholas/Ghost Rider had and now they were trying to figure out what exactly was going on and how to battle a demon and a god. She had used all of her resources with the Winter Guard to find out as much as she could about Mephisto and Pluto.

Little was found except the traditional Greek myths and a few mentions relating to the Avengers. What exactly were Pluto and Mephisto up to? How could Nicholas and she stop them whatever their plans were?

nextgen_holiday:

The grand ballroom of the Four Seasons Hotel on 57 East 57th street was festively decorated for the holidays. A series of lit candles on every table gave off warm light and the dulcet tones of a jazz ensemble filled the room.

People, the upper elite of New York society, Hollywood celebrities, musicians, politicians and New York’s own superheroes moved around the room. People sat at tables and talked, while some moved gracefully around the large dance floor.

Tables loaded with unwrapped and unopened toys lined one wall and at one end stood a very large decorated Christmas tree. Wrapped presents sat under the tree, but they were just empty boxes wrapped for decoration. Mistletoe hung from the ceiling near the tree and people stopped to kiss.

The air was light and the mood happy and festive.