This was our world.

It had the crooked politicians, the greed, the wars, the vapid celebrities... the full human experience.

There's a moment - sometimes it's subtle, sometimes not - when everything can change. We've seen them in the past, the atom bomb, 9/11 - those horrible instances when you just know in that moment that the world just changed around you.

When that thing appeared over us, this alien thing, the world just about lost its shit. It was one of those moments, but somehow worse because we - humans - didn't cause it. It wasn't like the movies. It was so surreal. How could anyone be ready for something like this?

When things turned ugly - and they turned really really ugly - we all just knew that this was the end... for everyone, you know?

Some people say it was the gods that returned to us... like from Olympus on high. I don't know if I believe that. No one knows what happened or how long these saviors have been among us, or how they can even do these miraculous, terrifying things that they can do.

I think we're all just waiting for someone to tell us this was all one big hoax... or some sort of shared delusion, maybe?

This was our world. But, I'm not sure the experience is an entirely human one anymore.

- Diane Hull
9th Precinct
New York, NY
CNN INTERVIEW

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Meanwhile...

He led with his smile, a bright unflagging thing he wore like a uniform. He pulled his imposing frame through the last few feet of portal between the wizard's universe and his own, stepping his golden boot gingerly onto the floor of the magic shop. Reflexively, his hands found their way to his hips as he took a deep breath of the New York air, releasing it with a contented sigh.

“Ah, another job well done...” he added quietly, “now to see to the innocent bystanders that...” his voice trailed off as his gaze met that of the soldiers around him. The store was not quite so empty as when he had left it. Through the windows of the shop, over the helmets of the dozen-or-so soldiers he could see Humvees forming a barricade around the building. He could hear the sound of helicopters circling above. The soldiers' assault rifles were trained on him. Standing as tall and broad as he did, he'd make for just a bit easier a target than the broadside of a barn.

Still that smile persisted. In a slow, deliberate effort he gave the young men and women a thumbs up. “Timely arrival, friends!” he laughed boisterously. “My name is Citi-”

“Citizen Stalwart,” a voice cut through the air, female, sharp, and authoritative. He quirked a brow at the approach of a single red beret, cutting through the soldiers like a shark's fin through the ocean before an angry looking woman stepped to the front. “Keep your weapons on him,” she commanded the the troops. “My name is Commander DeWinters, with the Terran Defense Initiative.”

“Commander...” the Citizen's voice trailed off, “There's no need for hostility -”

“I'll be the judge of that,” she spat. “Not enough that you had to invade a foreign nation, Aegis is attacking shops downtown?”

“Well, I shouldn't speak for Aegis, I'm just an associate they turned to for some help subduing a mad wizard in an alternate dimension... as one does,” he smiled brighter. “Though, I would submit for consideration – if the shop was their objective, I'm not so certain we'd be able to have a conversation inside of it.”

“I'm not interested in debate. Executive orders have come down. Aegis needs to be held accountable for their actions in Syria. The American People won't stand for them acting on their soil any longer. That goes for all of you A-holes.”

Citizen Stalwart's brow twitched at the use of vulgarity, but he could see how agitated the Commander was, out of respect for the uniform, he let it slide. “The American People won't stand for it. Hmm. Have you asked them?” He turned his attention out towards the street and stepped out from behind the counter.

The rifle muzzles snapped higher. “Not another step!” DeWinter's shouted.

“I'm asking you politely,” the Citizen stopped immediately, his voice softening in response. “Please don't fire. It's a confined space and I'm worried about the ricochet. I don't want to see any harm come to those who are serving their country.”

That garnered a few sidelong glances from the soldiers to each other as the Commander's cheeks reddened.

“That's enough,” DeWinters rumbled. “I'm empowered by the United States Government to take you into custody for questioning. Will you comply?”

That smile darkened a shade as the Citizen shook his head. “I'm sorry, Commander. Truth and Justice are all well and good, but I'm not so certain the American Way has the best interest of its people in mind anymore. Where the government has failed to protect its people, it falls as a duty to its citizens to remain stalwart and to protect each other with faith and love for our fellow human beings here and abroad.”

“You take another step and you won't be giving me any choice here,” Winter's snarled.

“Funny, I feel the same way...” the Citizen looked around to the soldiers in the all-to-small store. “If you fire, someone could get hurt...”

“And if you don't comply, my men are going to fire,” Winter's added darkly.

The Citizen's smile broke, then and only then. “You'll use your people's safety as leverage against me, don't you have any respect for their lives?”

“The only thing that matters is that the job gets done. Stand down, or else. That's the final time I'm asking.”

“It never really felt like you were asking, Commander,” his hands went up, fingers interlocking behind his head as he submitted.

“Oh? Sorry about that Stalwart. I'll try to work on my people skills in the future...” DeWinters offered a poisonous smirk as her men surrounded the hero, guns pointed directly at him from only a few feet away. They walked him out of the store at a deliberate and careful pace.

- D
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Epic!
I'm Back, I just hope its in time...
The spell worked, I've placed myself just before it happens. Things are changing, the world is being absorbed into this new, more chaotic reality, but it hasn't been consumed by it yet. I wasn't able to arrive before my own interference in Aleppo, it was, possibly because the escalation had as much to do with the Spider as myself and my shifting perceptions don't seem to extend beyond my circle. My family.

Not too far from here, we either stand together or the world falls...

I just wish I could sort out the variables and give a more directed answer when they ask me. And they will ask me. All I know for sure is that I won't be the only one left this time...
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In the spider's web
Aleppo is hot. It is dry. I don't spend much time so far from water, so the atmosphere is taxing enough. The people who live here are just people. They have to go to work, to eat, sleep. They just do it all in the middle of a warzone.

Against my conscience, I would've stayed out of it. The team didn't want the trouble an international incident would've caused for us and the American government. I'm ashamed to say I would not have been here to help them if the "King Spider" or whatever hadn't come along. Most of the injuries I've found had been inflicted before his attack.

They are very efficient killers. I want to stop them from hurting anyone, but I don't. I'm here to help, not to make things worse. They only go after the soldiers, mostly, and not the ones that surrender (most don't). But I can't help the dead. Only the dying.

I find the wives, the children, the old. The sick. The victims. I take away the pain and hurt, holding onto them for a few breaths, a heartbeat or two. But the more of them I help, the harder it becomes to wash away those hurts from myself.

I'm tired and I'm hot. And Redshift, who could have emptied this city in moments, taking all these victims somewhere safer, comes and asks me to set this aside. I won't, I tell him. It bothers him, I think. To him I'm just a goofy kid, but I hold a sacred and terrible power in me now. I remember long days and nights learning to harness the power, Control it.

To not use it to help feels wrong. But fighting these men will not help these victims, it will just make more violence happen.

Today I've felt bullet wounds, broken bones, concussions,poisons, disease. I know what is feels like to have my arm and chest crushed by a collapsed wall. To be stabbed in the gut and left to rot.

Each of them left a phantom of pain and weariness on me. I'm tired,

But my work isn't done yet...

Go home, Redshift. Go home and be safe. I'll come home when my work is done...
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She did it again
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Keto did it again. She brought up criticism of the implementation of our plan in a public venue. As per usual, she couldn't wait to get back to base to do it. And it was the usual complaint: 'You didn't think to do this' & 'You should have done that'. Where was she before hand? We had made a decision as a group. Where was she during the implementation? She could have been working with us on it. Instead, where was she? Probably off in her magical space making cute little trinkets of no real importance. She claims to be part of the group, but does very little to prove it. Guess what happens when we criticize her? She runs off in a huff. She needs to learn to take on some responsibility for the failures of the group as well as the successes.
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Guppy Brain! (she is only 10)
I spend the whole night trying to find things to make my friends happy. Nocturne was unhappy with her status as an apex predator, so I tried to make something that might make her feel more "in control" of her feeding impulses. Making her not be a vampire anymore is beyond me at this point, but if I could curb her feeding drive.

And then, I made an arm for Hardcase. She's been without one since her suit stopped working and I'm not really sure why I didn't think of it before now. Still, it made her happy, which made me happy.

But I didn't make Nocturne happy, I just made her think that I was putting her family in danger. She's right, of course. But I was so proud of my creation I couldn't wait to show her.

Then Hardcase was really happy to get her arm, and that made me happy.

But then we had this meeting with the General and Vogel. Statuesque and Red Shift had set up this meeting and I assumed that they had some kind of agenda. I'd let them run with it, since he's been able to manage our PR campaign. And Statuesque has run some kind of clothes store or something for years so she must plan this stuff out, right?

No, they came into it with what seemed to be no plan for what they actually wanted other than the government to leave us alone with our space-prison. Which they wanted to tell the General about...

So I put an idea on the table. A compromise. Scarab used to say that a compromise is when nobody gets everything they want but nobody gets nothing they want.

And then the doctor yells at me for not helping!

Well, that's enough of that. I have plenty of places in this city I can be unappreciated!
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