06-09-2005, 04:07 AM
With a wave of his hand, Pietro signaled for Iron Fist and Husk to follow his men who were dragging Loganâs unconscious body toward the opposite end of the cave. âI understand your concern. Please, tend to your teammate, just keep him away from me from now on.â To be honest, and he would have never admitted it, the things that irritated Pietro the most about Logan was all the traits that he realized that others found irritating in himself. Hot headed, arrogant and impulsive were all things that Wanda had called her brother a lifetime ago, and they were the exact traits that had caused Pietro to punch Logan now. Of coarse the man once known as Quicksilver did not truly want to hurt Logan, just to be rid of him for now. So in an extension of goodwill, the speedster had pulled his punch. In fact even as the others were talking, Logan was coming to atop the cot on which he had been placed. Standing over him was Paige and Danny, and they recognized instantly that their teammate did not look happy.
Above the caves, in the streets of Landsbystyv, the Cloak was heading for the most brilliant life force in the city. It shone more vividly than any other around it. Like a moth to a flame, the Cloak sought it out, wanting nothing more than to see the world through the eyes of a man. But, as the being would soon find out, this was no mere man. Hogun was a god: a member of the Asgardian race that had ruled the heavens from mighty Asgard for a millennium. But in recent times the Asgardians had decided that watching from the heavens was no longer good enough. Lord Thor, one time prince to the throne, had moved Asgard to Earth, or as they called it, Midgard. The humans had forgotten how to govern their own actions in an amiable manner, Thor had said. They needed to be ruled by a power greater than themselves, and to be shown the way. And as one of Asgardâs most loyal warriors, Hogun had taken up his Lordâs cause without question. In fact it was that duty that had brought him to Landsbystyv. And it was that blind eyed concentration on his search for the fugitives that had kept him from noticing the Cloak snaking around his ankle and bonding to his life force.
As Logan was waking in the caves below, Pietro was discussing the situation at hand with Victoria and the others. Kyaâs age seemed to startle each of them, leading the protective Uncle to believe they indeed knew only the most minimal of details about the Separatists. But if the childâs age ruffled the feathers of The Watch, the mention of Stephen Strange had the same effect on Pietro, as well as Zarrko who was still standing nearby. This time it was Zarrko who spoke up first, âThe Sorcerer was one of the Realmâs most feared enemies. If you were sent here by him, then you are allies to be sure. And we now know that you speak the truth, for all but we here know Stephen Strange to be dead. Loki thought he had vanquished the Sorcerer after stealing the Eye of Agamotto and the Cloak from him. But Strange has always been the most cunning of foes, and I should know, for he bested me every time we faced each other. But of coarse he is not dead. In truth, as you obviously know, he is actually helping to coordinate the final battle against Asgard, a battle which you have obviously been sent to join.â
Above the caves, in the streets of Landsbystyv, the Cloak was heading for the most brilliant life force in the city. It shone more vividly than any other around it. Like a moth to a flame, the Cloak sought it out, wanting nothing more than to see the world through the eyes of a man. But, as the being would soon find out, this was no mere man. Hogun was a god: a member of the Asgardian race that had ruled the heavens from mighty Asgard for a millennium. But in recent times the Asgardians had decided that watching from the heavens was no longer good enough. Lord Thor, one time prince to the throne, had moved Asgard to Earth, or as they called it, Midgard. The humans had forgotten how to govern their own actions in an amiable manner, Thor had said. They needed to be ruled by a power greater than themselves, and to be shown the way. And as one of Asgardâs most loyal warriors, Hogun had taken up his Lordâs cause without question. In fact it was that duty that had brought him to Landsbystyv. And it was that blind eyed concentration on his search for the fugitives that had kept him from noticing the Cloak snaking around his ankle and bonding to his life force.
As Logan was waking in the caves below, Pietro was discussing the situation at hand with Victoria and the others. Kyaâs age seemed to startle each of them, leading the protective Uncle to believe they indeed knew only the most minimal of details about the Separatists. But if the childâs age ruffled the feathers of The Watch, the mention of Stephen Strange had the same effect on Pietro, as well as Zarrko who was still standing nearby. This time it was Zarrko who spoke up first, âThe Sorcerer was one of the Realmâs most feared enemies. If you were sent here by him, then you are allies to be sure. And we now know that you speak the truth, for all but we here know Stephen Strange to be dead. Loki thought he had vanquished the Sorcerer after stealing the Eye of Agamotto and the Cloak from him. But Strange has always been the most cunning of foes, and I should know, for he bested me every time we faced each other. But of coarse he is not dead. In truth, as you obviously know, he is actually helping to coordinate the final battle against Asgard, a battle which you have obviously been sent to join.â