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[enchantreth]

WHO: Sylvie, her harem, and everyone who wants to storm the castle
WHAT: Magic, magic smackdowns, more magic, guys being rescued
WHERE: the Invisible Mansion in Central Park
WHEN: after this post
WARNINGS: historically inaccurate sexy vikings, cat fights
SUMMARY: Sylvie's been fingered at the resident boy-napper. Now that everyone's figured that out,

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Thread one: in which our heroes are besiged by rock hard abs and loincloths

[enchantreth]

The mansion is in the middle of a lake, still safely invisible and impregnible, but it's clear that the group of rescuers has found the right place, based soley on the fact that the lake is covered in mist, and not even in New York City are the mists ever a bright, sparkly green.

Sylvie has clearly taken her cue from the Wizard of Oz, since a voice booms out as soon as the rescuers are assembled.

"Warriors of Valhalla, come forth!"

The mist evaporates, and what's left instead is a small army of men. They're all wearing costumes that seem to be the product of what happens when male strippers try to dress as Vikings. There are axes and horned helmets and loincloths and not much else. Each of the warriors looks like they should be posing in Playgirl, but their faces are oddly blank, like there's not much going on inside their heads. This is because, in fact, there isn't. Warriors don't need brains to fight.

Sylvie's voice laughs mockingly as the men start to move forward.

[ascending_angel]

[Warren told Nico he was joining the group, and had taken to the air when the 'army' was revealed. He actually stares, a bit dumbfounded, for a few moments before finally flying forward with his fists out and ready to strike at the front of the group.]

Is it just me, or does it suddenly feel very porny up in here?

[apocalypsewench]

[Lorna is flying towards the army when she notices him, and moves in closer so they can attack together. Her eyes are sparking with green electricity, and she's so very ready to put her powers into use like this again. Lorna shoots out a bolt of energy, trying to strike down one of said porn stars. She manages to hit two.]

More like a stripclub called Valhalla.

[ascending_angel]

[Warren huffs and slams his fists into the faces of the two closest guys, and then swings his body around to crack two others in the jaws with well placed kicks.]

You know, I think I'm sexier. Do you think I'm sexier, Lorna?

[He punches the first guy again.]

Thread two: in which our mages are here to chew gum and kick ass, and they are all out of gum

[enchantreth]

For anyone who can sense magic, Sylvie's is obvious. She didn't bother trying to conceal what her spells are- not with the Eye in the picture. It'd be a waste of magic. So she's pouring her all into keeping her spells going, juggling the spell keeping the warriors respawning, the spell protecting the mansion, and the spell keeping her hostages calm. Her magic feels strained because of it.

Re: Thread two: in which our mages are here to chew gum and kick ass, and they are all out of gum

[ofthe777thorder]

It's been a while since Balthazar has magically stormed a magical castle, and he's sort of missed it. He didn't even have to bring a sword along, because some of the "mundane" heroes were more than happy to keep the... barbarian vikings busy.

Meanwhile, he was in charge of helping get rid of something, honestly, horrible magic that was floating around this place. And this is the sort of thing that Balthazar is good at. Training at the hands of Merlin and 1300 years of experience hunting down the most dangerous sorcerer's in the world makes for one ass kicking rescuer.

"Alright now," he says, flashing a smile as he holds up his hands, palms flashing with energy before flinging it outward. "Let's see what we can do here."

Thread three: in which the princes are rescued

[enchantreth]

Sylvie feels her spells snap and loses her composure momentarily.

"Shit" she says, as she feels her hold on her harem's collective mind dissolve.

She casts them one last look before teleporting away, leaving them to their own devices in her shining great hall. It will be only moments before the rescuers burst in; she doesn't have the time nor desire for goodbyes.

[jamie_prime]

[ Jamie ambles up besides him, looking confused, and also shirtless. ]

You too, then.

In which Monet, Terry and Lorna rescue Jamie (posting order)

[superxgrlfriend]

[ The three women rush in, finding Jamie as the Enchantress left him. Monet had been expecting, well. Whatever it was that she was expecting, it wasn't this.

There is no greeting except: ]

What in God's name happened here, Madrox?

Thread four: in which Shit Gets Real

[enchantreth]

Sylvie has withdrawn to a tower in the mansion. Why does the mansion need a tower? It doesn't, really, and in fact it quite clashes with the rest of the architecture. But she feels like a tower is something she should have, for appearances.

She's used her now-freed resources to put a spell up; only Nico will be able to confront her. Her plan is now to fight off the mansion's invaders one at a time; she doubts she can make things go back the way they were, but she has enough magic kept back that if she wins, she should be able to wipe everyone's memories. No one will remember anything happened.

And then, she supposes, it will be time to start again, someplace new. She sighs and then lets the magic flow through her, her body crackling with energy.

"Well, Sorceress Supreme? I'm waiting."

[witchsupreme]

It's been a long time since Nico lost her temper. Being who and what she is now, she has to stuff it all down sure and tight. She isn't allowed to have screaming fits anymore, because she is responsible and adult and bad things happen when she flips.

But oh, her magic loves it when she's like this. Negative emotions fuel the Staff, so it's shimmering like heat off summer cement. Nico steps through the barrier spell, her lip curling at the feel of Sylvie's magic.

"You should have known better."

[enchantreth]

See, it's not Nico in and of herself who really worries Sylvie. Nico, she feels confident, she can take. Even with all the trinkets and trappings that come with the title of Sorceress Supreme. But the Staff, oh, the staff, that's a whole nother ball game. If Sylvie's magic is like a snake, then Nico's, when it comes to the staff, is like an avalanche. Nico's every negative emotion feeds into it, every little twinge of jealousy and flash of anger and ounce of hatred building into an uncontrollable force of nature. Sylvie's not scared, though, and for a very convoluted reason.

Because Nico's magic is undeniably dark. It's blood and thunder, pain and grief and hate. Nico is the product of generations of black magic. Sylvie's magic, on the other hand, comes ultimately from Asgard. Admittedly, it's through Loki, and it's not as if Asgard is always, or even usually, nice. But Asgard is good; black magic that can scare the Dread Dormammu is bad. And deep inside Sylvie's broken little heart, there's a part of her that believes Good triumphs

[witchsupreme]

By the second time they'd met, Nico had realized two things. One, that Sylvie's magic was legitimate---and alarmingly powerful. Two, that Sylvie was as dumb as she was pretty. She was a creature of dreams and fancies, someone who played with magic instead of truly wielded it. New Asgard was her playground, and she was a very big little girl who got to be princess of all of it. She still believed in knights and good and evil. Because of that polarization, she saw Nico as a villain