Jester Lavorre- SO! You're sayin that my world is a sToRy in your WorLd~?
Drecarios Frost- Yes Jester. You come from a multiverse that we call Dungeons and Dragons.
Aegon Targaryen- Are there many dragons in her world?
Drecarios Frost- Yes and no, it depends on the world within her Multiverse...
Luke Skywalker- Intriguing
Loki Odinson- If they have Dreki then they must have Seidr of some form
Jester Lavorre- I'm not a Seidr, they have goat legs! đđ
Drecarios Frost- Seidr is a magic user Jester... What you're talking about is a Satyr
Jester Lavorre- OH! Then, yah! I'm a magic user! Just like most of my party...!
Aegon Targaryen- I am awfully confused
Tony Stark- Don't stress it kid, they're talking mystical bullshit again
Luke Skywalker- Magic is quite real Tony, even in my Universe we have forms of magic present. Though more often than not it is just usage of the Force
Tony Stark-Â đđđ
Loki Odinson- I would be most interested to see some of your magic in action young Seidr
Jester Lavorre- Ah, suuuure!!! Just gimme a moment! Gotta ask my party first!đđđđ
Loki Odinson- Very well
Luke Skywalker- Whilst she's off doing that, could I ask you, Drecarios, how your experimentation went?
There was a pause in the chat as people awaited my answer.
Drecarios Frost- It went well. I figured out I could reorder any material into another so long as I had a clear image of the atomic make-up
Luke Skywalker- Interesting, I wonder if you could create Beskar with some basic information on the atomic structure? You could even make Kyber crystals if given enough detailed research...
Tony Stark- Kyber crystals are what your lightsabers use, yes?
Luke Skywalker- Yes, we commune with natural kyber crystals on worlds of abundant force energy. During this communion we reach out through the force and discover which Kyber crystal connects with us personally. This process usually denotes the colour and intensity of our lightsabers' colour.
Tony Stark- People change through time though... Wouldn't you need to find a new one every now and then?
Luke Skywalker- Sometimes that occurs but usually a Jedi can 'talk' with their crystal and have it slowly change to match our mental and psychological states...
Drecarios Frost- I could probably make it if I was given enough time and resources
Loki Odinson- I would be intrigued if you could even fathom Uru metal, but it is something I could attempt at procuring information uponÂ
Drecarios Frost- Uru metal is made from the heart of a dying star, isn't it?
Loki Odinson- The further we converse the more I am convinced that you would make a mighty Asgardian, Drecarios...
Drecarios Frost- Why? It's not like I have done anything particularly mighty or grand?
Loki Odinson- No... But you are knowledgeable and intelligent, far better than my oaf of a brother and my savage of a sister...
Drecarios Frost- In other words you think that way because you'd rather some intelligent company...?
Loki Odinson- Indeed
I sighed and looked away from the chat, looking at a pile of gold bars that I had just made from copper. My sister was sitting opposite me and practically salivating at the potential of my mutation. She always loved making money and more than anything the finer qualities of life.Â
My escapades at Stark industry yesterday had become known to her and when I woke up this morning she had cornered me... Naturally I had to explain why I was there for most of the afternoon and night. We had allied ourselves corporately with Tony but it was suspicious that I'd stayed for so long. This lead into me explaining my powers and revealing their uses to her.Â
Let's just say that she was flabbergasted by the sheer scope of my mutation, which was quickly overruled by her greed for gold and silver. Fortunately the distraction enabled me to avoid the topic of Fury or SHIELD. I didn't want her to know about them just yet, especially the fact that they were essentially blackmailing me. She was already struggling to handle the Hellfire club let alone a massive UN-funded organisation that dealt with powered people and had a penchant for operating like a spy agency.
The chat blipped up once more as my sister quickly took the gold, rushing to her wall-safe.Â
Shiroe of Log Horizon- Hey guys, does anyone know how to open up portals or something?
Loki Odinson- With Seidr? Potentially... Why?
Shiroe of Log Horizon- Well, it seems that another nation of former gamers has been founded in the Westelande... They are trying to poach players from us and have also sent spies to infiltrate our government and land
Loki Odinson- Intriguing, why would you wish to open a portal instead of shutting one down?
Shiroe of Log Horizon- You see, I wanted to create a portal in front of the other so that any person who wishes to come here would instead be redirected to their own city đ
Loki Odinson- đ This is a plan I can get behind. Now, let me explain to you the resources you may need to establish such a portal... Keep in mind, mortal, that this may not be effective in your universe...
Shiroe of Log Horizon- Completely understandable. I am only asking because our top researchers have been incapable of managing the feat
Loki Odinson- Very well, then first you-
My attention was taken away from the group chat as Emma walked into the room again, her entire posture calm and collected. Whilst her greed was a motivator, she only showed that side of herself to her closest friends, allies and family. I was happy she trusted me so much to show that part of herself.
"So you can make gold out of anything?" Her voice was layered with an undertone of greed and desire despite the intense will she put behind maintaining her neutral expression.
"Pretty much... Though I won't do it unless in extreme circumstances. It would ruin the economy if I do it too much." Her right eye twitched.
"Showing me was an 'extreme' situation, was it?" I chuckled whilst leaning back into my chair.
"Yes, I've seen you melt someone's brain for messing around with you too much." She paled and shook her head in mock outrage.
"That was one time! And he was a stalking piece of shit who wanted to have sex with Cordelia at 15!!!" I broke into a full laugh now, my stomach aching from the compression of muscles in my face and abdominals.
"I know, I know! Still... You have to admit, melting his brain was a bit far when you could have simply snapped his neck..." She pouted and slumped into her office chair, the head butler softly placing a cup of tea down upon her desk before walking away.
"But, he was such a fucking creep..." I rolled my eyes whilst inspecting my nails, my matter manipulation ensuring that all of my nails were squeaky clean and perfectly shaped.
There was a lull in our conversation as she slowly, boringly, went through her paperwork. Our family's business was booming and our investment in Stark Industries was bringing in huge stacks of cash for us. Reed Richard's company was also beginning to give us some profit as they released their first set of technology; an enhanced telescope that beat out any other on the market as of this moment. My suggestions had been monumental thus far in expanding Emma's influence, she had told me so herself. Apparently the Hellfire club appreciated intelligent economic choices and an Iron fist when it came to business decisions.Â
Besides those two companies working well for us, our investment in Alchemax had actually prompted some interest from the current CEO and had lead to an intertwined hiring policy. They would hire staff that we no longer needed whilst we did the same for them. It was the beginning of a merger, if one could tell the signs. Emma had taken my advice to heart and was attempting to surreptitiously consume the company and its talent inch by inch. My sister was nothing if not a hoarding goblin when it came to capital gains and political expansion. Alchemax would serve its purpose for both aspects and thus was on the short list of companies and projects that Emma personally handled.Â
"Will you be able to make the Hellfire meeting tomorrow?" I looked up towards her and sighed dramatically, my head slowly arching backwards as I considered how close everything was turning to be out. The invasion of New York was beginning in less than a week now and it just so happened to line up with a meeting of the Hellfire club here in New York...
"Yeah... I'll be going with you. Why you even ask is beyond me but whatever."
She scoffed in mild indignation. "I ask because I'm not a barbarian, like you."
It was my turn to scoff now. "Me? A barbarian? When you've met Tony? Seriously, you need to get your eyesight tested."
She narrowed her eyes as I huffed once more, staring at the ceiling.Â
"My eyesight is perfectly fine. And you are a barbarian... Who stays an entire afternoon with Tony Stark and doesn't become an uncultured swine?" She grinned as I met her gaze neutrally.Â
"Don't put yourself down like that twin sister, just because you spent an afternoon discussing business with him doesn't mean you are uncultured..." I smiled menacingly as she scrunched her face up. I had won the verbal spat and she knew it.
"Whatever! Get out of my office, asshole." I laughed whilst standing up giving her a few moments to gather something to throw at me before I rushed out of the room.
"Toodaloo!" A bang echoed behind me as I made my swift exit. I loved teasing my twin sister and she secretly loved the distraction... Now I just had to experiment more...Â
'Perhaps I should experiment with gaining skills through Psychometry?' I whistled a little tune with my hands in my pockets, passing by maids and other manor staff as I got ever closer to my limo.Â
~~~
Aegon Targaryen or as many knew him, Jon Snow, watched as his uncle unfurled a letter and paled deeply. The man was firm of heart and stalwart in matters of emotion, to see him pale was a slightly terrifying prospect. Something horrifying or terrible must have occurred for him to react in such a way.
"What has happened uncle?" His question was wasted upon the man as he began staring out over the top of the wall, his eyes glazed over as tears threatened to leak out.
The silence continued for some time before the man slowly handed over the letter, his eyes never moving from the middle distance. If they were not in winter conditions Aegon may have noticed the shaking of his uncle's body below his fur cloak.
Taking the letter Aegon unfurled it and slowly read through the document...
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To Jon Snow and Benjen Stark, of the Night's Watch, at Castle Black,
It is with the gravest sorrow that I write to you, though I do so with all due regard for your station at the Wall. News has reached King's Landing that your father and brother, Eddard Stark, Warden of the North and Hand of the King, has been executed in the city, his life ended under the orders of the Iron Throne.
Though you both have taken vows that place you beyond the claims of lordship and family, I know the weight of such news cannot be light upon your hearts. The city is rife with fear and suspicion, and your father's and brother's death has shaken the realm. You should be ever cautious, for these are dangerous days, and even distant loyalties may carry peril.
Take this news with the solemnity it commands, and may the Old Gods grant you both the strength to endure what has come, as they have guided your father in life.
Written in truth and with sorrow, Littlefinger, Servant of the King
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He scrunched the parchment beneath his hands as tears of his own leaked out. Though he may be a Targaryen, a recent discovery and digested fact, he could not but feel his heart aching at the loss of the only father figure in his life. The man may have been distant at times but he always treated him fairly and equally. More than that, with him being a Targaryen, Eddard Stark, his father, had sheltered him from the hatred of Robert Baratheon and the other sycophants who wished for his true lineage's demise.Â
"We must leave the nights watch, Jon." His uncle's words were wistful and full of anger.
Aegon simply nodded as he wiped at the frozen tear stains upon his cheek. He needed to be beside his brothers in the field of combat. Perhaps he could even confide in them on the matters of his true parentage... It was a matter to consider later... Now there was only mourning for the father he had lost to the filthy Lannister family.Â
~~~
Luke Skywalker felt a mild disturbance in the force, the images cascading inside his mind and granting him the vague recollections of a red lightsaber and the ancient sith symbol. The sith were rising once more and the Empire would be coming back in some form. He couldn't be certain but it had something to do with Korriban...
"Most concerning..." His words hummed out amidst his meditation, the force echoes and ebbs of the young ones, Padawans and Knights mixing with the sound emission.
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