A solemn expression sank into her withered, gaunt face, and she looked away from you, her lips pressed into a thin line. A second later, her astral projection faded away. Even after you got to the top of the steps, you and Madame Webb didn’t say much to each other at all.
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These thoughts lingered on your mind as you stood before the Sanctum Sanctorum. You were saved from having to offer another awkward apology when Nico descended down from the sky on a wave of purple energy. She briefly greeted Webb and Julia before getting to work on creating the wards. Webb simply retired to her room on the third floor, not sparing any of you a second glance.
You knew that she had a good reason to be pissed. A few good reasons, actually. She was old, hangry, and bone tired from having to astrally project her consciousness all over the city. And instead of getting a break, she’s greeted by yet more bullshit from Ben Parker.
And to top it off, you blew up at her when she tried to insinuate that you didn’t have to do this. She just didn’t get it. Pandora didn’t get it either. It wasn’t as if this thing was fucking invincible. You were sure that no one ever told the Avengers not to go beat up Galactus or Ultron.
It was a stupid argument. One that didn’t need to happen. Once this was all over, you’d smooth things over between you and Webb, and she’d be back to her normal, moderately grumpy self.
Nodding to yourself, you wrapped the door lightly with your fist and waited for a response. Nothing happened.
Last time, the door just swung open for you. But now, it truly seemed like nobody was home. Just in case, you tried a few more times. Still nothing.
You were about to look for a pen and paper in your utility belt, when the door creaked open to show the slanted eye of a bald Asian man within the Sanctum.
<span class="mu-g">“I am very sorry, but the Sorcerer Supreme is out at the moment. You will have to come back later.”</span> he said, in very accented English.
What will you say?
>”Please, it’s important. Is there any way I can get in contact with him?”>”When will he be back?”>”Can I leave a message?”>”Well, can you spare someone to help? Because this is kind of an emergency.”>”Are you one of his students? Maybe you could help me out instead.”>Write-in.Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2 