"I could not possibly discuss such a thing on my own," Wanda says demurely. "Even if I were to accept your suit here and now, good sir, my brother would not hear of it." She keeps her eyes modestly lowered, her head angled over her needlework. "'Twouldn't be seemly ( Read more... )

Usually it's dark in Downtown, since there's an entire city built on top of it.

Right now, it's brightly colored, because there's a man calling himself The Goblin who is soaring about with a green and purple technicolor glow about him while beating the snot out of Spider-Man.

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The four Princesses Guthrie, heirs apparent to the Southern Throne, lounge in their uncle's sitting room, fanning themselves in the late summer heat.

Paige frowns at a plate of sliced apples drizzled in honey. She rubs her palms together. The skin pebbles and crumbles, falling onto the apples with a sudden whiff of cinnamon and nutmeg.

Joelene ( Read more... )

With the Summers and Lensherrs toning things down in light of recent events, the past six months in New York City had proved a goldmine of new criminal opportunity. The Maggia crime family - Italian mobsters of the old-school variety - had started moving into the turf of the mutant mafiosos, using their technologically-enhanced footsoldiers ( Read more... )

All that can be heard are the usual sounds of the stable -- horses moving, stablehands tending to them, gear being repaired and polished ( Read more... )

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