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It was needless to say that Reagan was a stark contrast to his own niece. Marisol could be energetic with the people that she knew, but she also was a bit of a contradictory wallflower. She prefered to observe people that she didn’t know and to hang back, letting others take the spotlight until she felt comfortable enough to join in (at least that was what he remembered). Now it seemed that Marisol was going to be paired with someone who would be forcefully pulling her away from the flower walls and into a tempest of conversation and energy.

Jorge, deep down, was glad for it. While it may seem like it would be best to have roommates who were exactly like you, the inherent problem with that is, when you begin to notice all the little things that irritated you about them, they ended up being reflections on your own shortcomings. It was always better to have someone to counter that, even if it seemed a little scary at first.

After greeting the other young woman, Jorge turned back to Marisol and checked in with her. This was going to be a change but it seemed like one that she was ready for. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug, and Jorge returned the favor.

>>”I think I’m going to be alright, Tío, Thank you for coming. I’ll see you and Gemma and Chase soon.”

”You better,” he smirked. He stepped out of the room and gave her a little wave. ”Take care and remember to message if you need my help,” he smiled. ”I’m always around.”

When the door closed the man sighed. Gemma and Chase were always going to be his family but to have actual blood family in the same city was...different. It seemed that they both had some new aspects of their lives to get used to. So, turning on his heel, Jorge slipped his hands into his jacket pockets and walked down the hall. He had other matters to attend to but, just in case, he increased the volume on his phone. He doubted Marisol would message him already but it was better safe than sorry.

A small smirk on his lips, the older crime boss continued to lead the way, ignoring the gurgling sound of blood filled lungs that came from behind him. The agent wouldn’t pose any more of a danger but they needed to continue making their escape because there were always more agents around. Like ants, they rarely traveled alone and considering the sizable mutant event that was occuring, they would show in force soon enough. As much as he loved to drown and swish them about like tinker toys, there just wasn’t the time.

As he marched to the expensive sedan that pulled up to the corner, Jorge immediately opened the back door for both his two new cohorts. Only once they were in did he open the passenger door and climb in next to his right-hand man, Duke Manchester. The dark-skinned man gave the older a nod before he put the car into gear and calmly pulled away from the curb. It was only when they were on the road did Jorge turn to glance back to the others. ‘

>>“... I don't wanna stay here longer than I have to. This place is terrible and I hate it."

>>“We’ll be able to leave once things die down.”

He smirked a little as he observed the other two. He knew that they were both mutants. He had witnessed the male conjurer some sort of telekinetic or aerokinesis the lift the female into the tree with him earlier. As for the woman, she was interesting. Something of her abilities had been shown earlier but he was too far away to truly tell what it was; that least that was until they were attacked mere moment ago. After Jorge had dispatched of their last attacker, a glance at the bristling woman revealed some sort of boney spines or spikes from across her body -- more than interesting.

Mixed with the ferocity he had noticed earlier from the brunette, she certainly could be a force to be reckoned with. Already the man’s mind was churning as he tried to think of the best way to approach the situation. Really he didn’t know anything about either person but they certainly didn’t seem like X rejects or good samaritans just having a bad day; but could they be truly valuable assets? He would have to find that out.

He turned to his driver. ”Back to the club, please, Mr. Manchester.”

”Of course, sir,” Duke smirked, his silver-colored eyes pointed forward but only after casting a quick glance into the backseat towards the two new passengers.

As Jorge settled in, he only looked back when the male of the two began to raise his voice to begin conversation.

>>“So, I don’t believe we had a chance to trade names earlier...You can call me Dio and and the charming woman beside me is Isabel...So Mr…to what do we owe the pleasure of your company?”

Jorge nodded. ”Dio, Ms. Isabel,” he greeted. He gestured towards the man driving. ”This is my associate, Mr. Duke Manchester. And my name is Poseidon.” He smirked as he turned to look ahead. ”It certainly is lovely to meet the both of you. We’re headed to my club, if that suits you? SUPER knows better than to come by without cause and you both are free to wait there until things calm down.” He sighed. ”Trust me, SUPER will be buzzing around that rip like bees pollinating a virgin garden.”

The time had come. For so many years no one thought that it would actually happen but, lo and behold, it has. Eons it seemed that only the mad and insane believed that the old cosmic horrors dwelled on the outer edges of the universe. These gospels were labeled as little more than the mad ramblings of a psychotic few or the fantasies of deeply troubled authors; but there were those who could read between the lines, who could pulled out the kernels of reality like ticks buried deep in the skin. These were the people who knew the truth, who knew what was coming, and who knew to prepare for the eventual signs.

There was no greater sign of the cosmic forces moving than what occurred on July 1st, 2017, when the world witnessed the very shattering of the dimensional barriers. Though mutants ran amok in the world, their gifts explained away as genetic anomalies, the event on this particular day, under the darkened sky of the eclipse showed that this was no mere display of mutant potency -- the things from the dark edges were creeper closer.

The amount of power it takes to rend a dimensional wall is a gift only bestowed upon the very cosmic horrors that floated throughout the darkest corners of the void. This was the first sign that they entities were on the move, seeping into this reality with an aim of conquering all that they looked upon. But for as powerful as they are, this was a task that could not be completed upon their own. They needed assistance, they needed worshippers, they needed sacrifices -- and there is no greater sacrifice than the that of the sane mind.

Enter the Lovecraft Sisters: Agatha, Agnes, and Abigail. Young, barely fifteen or sixteen years old (no one can quite remember), these three individuals count themselves as some of the most devote followers. Of course they have traveled and meet with like-minded people but never had met a true believer, simply fans who wore t-shirts, inked their skin, or sat around tables rolling dice -- pathetic really.

To these three who act as one, they never truly found anyone with whom they could identify with. Posers, fanboys and girls, little more than that, never any true acolytes. When questioned, however, the three sisters never identified who informed them that their beliefs were real, but rather they just knew it to be true. It was that faith that made them true to who they were and true believers in the cosmic horrors that dwelled in the void.

Thus, when the sign came, the three made their plans. If they could not gather enough followers to bring about their new lords, then they would ensure a sacrifice so great that they themselves would be put at the head of their new deities order. After all, sacrifice is what gains the attention of a god or goddess and with what these three were planning, they would ensure their new rulers that their bellies will be filled upon their arrival.

October 31st. That would be the day. The day in which in barrier between realms is at its thinnest, when the dead and the supernatural are already at their strongest. The dimensional wall was already weakened and so, with a little nudge, the Lovecraft Sisters could help cause that final crack, that last little rip that their beloved deities would need in order to finally set foot and bring a new world order.

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UPPER EAST SIDE -- Continental Towers Parking Structure
There is a certain fear attached to parking structures, especially late at night. No matter how well lit, the emptiness and the imagination crafted nightmares ready to leap out of every ghastly corner. The Continental Towers parking structure was no different. Though lined with vehicles of all kinds, invert and dead to the night, that didn’t mean that the structure was completely abandoned. Varying sounds from other levels echoed throughout, creating villains around every corner. Footsteps sounded everywhere and nowhere, a cackling laughter would sound as if it came from the very shadows itself. Truly this was a terrifying place.

Little to no one was here. People, drunk or otherwise, could be found wandering through level after level, either trying to find their car or a place for them to hunker down until morning. Even those who weren’t completely blasted out of their minds could be seen moving through the levels, braving the echoing silence to get to their cars; over all, the only people who should be walking through these terrifying, dimly lit structure, were those people who had a reason to be there.

Agatha Lovecraft had absolutely no reason to be here, but that didn’t stop her.

The young girl, no more than a teenager, strolled through the parking structure, traveling down the center of each level. She hummed to herself, dressed only in the green, checkered pleated skirt, knee-high socks, and white blouse that was wore tight against her frame. Over her shoulders she wore a black, wool jacket, a coat with an unknown emblem stitched into the lapel. Her bouncy, blonde hair was pulled back into a forest green bow. She was such a sight, the likes of which certainly didn’t belong in this place, but here she was.

She continued on, traveling down the center of the level, making her way towards the very center floor of the structure, a small hum on her lips as she bobbed her head to an unheard melody. Truly she was a disturbing sight for anyone to behold.

Upon arriving at her desired location, Agatha moved to the dead center of her location, in an empty spot between a massive pick-up truck and a small Yugo. From there her unknown song began to reach a fever pitch as a hellish red light began to glow from the center of her eyes. Teeth clenched, arms stretched out, the young woman lifted her gaze upward and implored the darkness around her.

”Nog uh'eog ot n'ghft nilgh'rishuggogg! nafl'fhtagn! nafl'fhtagn! nafl'fhtagn ng ymg' ulnah mgepnah shugog!”

In the epicenter, from her body, there released a massive darkness, a swirl of shadowy energy that swept outward, across the structure, through the entire parking lot, and surrounding, penetrating, everything that came within reach of it. And it was here, here, where the madness began to take root.

The time had come. For so many years no one thought that it would actually happen but, lo and behold, it has. Eons it seemed that only the mad and insane believed that the old cosmic horrors dwelled on the outer edges of the universe. These gospels were labeled as little more than the mad ramblings of a psychotic few or the fantasies of deeply troubled authors; but there were those who could read between the lines, who could pulled out the kernels of reality like ticks buried deep in the skin. These were the people who knew the truth, who knew what was coming, and who knew to prepare for the eventual signs.

There was no greater sign of the cosmic forces moving than what occurred on July 1st, 2017, when the world witnessed the very shattering of the dimensional barriers. Though mutants ran amok in the world, their gifts explained away as genetic anomalies, the event on this particular day, under the darkened sky of the eclipse showed that this was no mere display of mutant potency -- the things from the dark edges were creeper closer.

The amount of power it takes to rend a dimensional wall is a gift only bestowed upon the very cosmic horrors that floated throughout the darkest corners of the void. This was the first sign that they entities were on the move, seeping into this reality with an aim of conquering all that they looked upon. But for as powerful as they are, this was a task that could not be completed upon their own. They needed assistance, they needed worshippers, they needed sacrifices -- and there is no greater sacrifice than the that of the sane mind.

Enter the Lovecraft Sisters: Agatha, Agnes, and Abigail. Young, barely fifteen or sixteen years old (no one can quite remember), these three individuals count themselves as some of the most devote followers. Of course they have traveled and meet with like-minded people but never had met a true believer, simply fans who wore t-shirts, inked their skin, or sat around tables rolling dice -- pathetic really.

To these three who act as one, they never truly found anyone with whom they could identify with. Posers, fanboys and girls, little more than that, never any true acolytes. When questioned, however, the three sisters never identified who informed them that their beliefs were real, but rather they just knew it to be true. It was that faith that made them true to who they were and true believers in the cosmic horrors that dwelled in the void.

Thus, when the sign came, the three made their plans. If they could not gather enough followers to bring about their new lords, then they would ensure a sacrifice so great that they themselves would be put at the head of their new deities order. After all, sacrifice is what gains the attention of a god or goddess and with what these three were planning, they would ensure their new rulers that their bellies will be filled upon their arrival.

October 31st. That would be the day. The day in which in barrier between realms is at its thinnest, when the dead and the supernatural are already at their strongest. The dimensional wall was already weakened and so, with a little nudge, the Lovecraft Sisters could help cause that final crack, that last little rip that their beloved deities would need in order to finally set foot and bring a new world order.

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HARLEM -- St. Nicholas Playground

During the daylight hours, the playground was usually a bustling center of activity. Children screaming as they ran left and right, climbed over equipment, jumping from space to space and reveling in their young lives. Truly it was a place of untold happiness, lessons learned, and experiences gained. However, fearful of those dark things that can happen in the dark of night, the playground and surrounding park were essentially abandoned. There was nothing here to indicate any signs of life, only a dimly illuminated space and the remainders of candy wrappers and lost gloves.

The gentle squeak of the chained swings filled the air. Around in park, only the bravest of the brave could be seen, such as joggers running late into the night, drunks laying camped out under a far off tree, and a few hoodlums as they snickered and slipped unseen things between them. Truly this was no place for anyone to just wander into it.

So it was a good thing that Agnes Lovecraft was not just anyone.

The young girl, no more than a teenager, strolled through the park, humming to herself, dressed only in the green, checkered pleated skirt, knee-high socks, and white blouse that was wore tight against her frame. Over her shoulders she wore a black, wool jacket, a coat with an unknown emblem stitched into the lapel. Her bouncy, blonde hair was pulled back into a forest green bow. She was such a sight, the likes of which certainly didn’t belong in this place, but here she was.

She strolled up towards the center of the abandoned playground, a small hum on her lips as she bobbed her head to an unheard melody. Truly she was a disturbing sight for anyone to behold.

Upon arriving on the sandy ground, Agnes strolled across and clamoured up to the top of the highest structure. From there her unknown song began to reach a fever pitch as a hellish red light began to glow from the center of her eyes. Teeth clenched, arms stretched out, the young woman lifted her gaze upward and implored the darkness around her.

”Nog uh'eog ot n'ghft nilgh'rishuggogg! nafl'fhtagn! nafl'fhtagn! nafl'fhtagn ng ymg' ulnah mgepnah shugog!”

In the epicenter, from her body, there released a massive darkness, a swirl of shadowy energy that swept outward, across the playground, through the park, and surrounding, penetrating, everything that came within reach of it. And it was here, here, where the madness began to take root.