16888/Along Came A Wizard

Along Came A Wizard
Date of Scene:	24 January 2024
Location:	Central Park
Synopsis:	YOU SHALL NOT...Tell my parents...
Cast of Characters:	Clea, Mary Jane Watson, Phoebe Beacon, Mary Bromfield, Illyana Rasputina, Wally West

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Clea has posed:
The weather in New York is...drunk.

It is in the 50's and the snow is melting. Most of the ice has turned to slush and that means that there are people out and about enjoying the 'nice' weather before it takes another turn for the worst.

The only oddity this evening is that there have been SEVERAL calls to police that there is a 'Wizard' loose in Central Park. He is described as an older white gentlemen wearing a rainbow colored wizards robe and a black pointy hat. The last time he was seen he was standing at the entrance to Belvedere Castle waving the huge 'staff' he was carrying around screaming at passersby.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
A Wizard loose in Central Park? There are no stories about unicorns floating about. But still, Mary Jane was in the area, and there's no one around from WAND so she's been sent in. Just as magical things afoot are ones that SHIELD does want to keep an eye on occasion. She's in her 'work' outfit, consisting of a SHIELD combat uniform reinforced with ceramic plates, and two large swords on her back, an ICER on one hip, a needlegun on the other. Here's hoping that there's no unicorn. Or zombie unicorn.

As she arrives she would glance over at the enchanter. "Tim?" She would inquire politely at him.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Go home weather, you're drunk.

    Phoebe had taken the Hyperloop from Gotham with a DIB -- Dog Inna Bag. And luckily once outside the hyperloop Idu (the lanky demon-sniffin' magic-knowin' sighthound of red and white) was happily walking loose-leash wearing a puffy vest, pretty sky-blue collar with jingling tags (with Gotham City dog license in the shape of a Batman symbol), while his owner was in gray leggings, a gray-and-green pleated skirt, smart jacket in dark gray and a dark gray hair-wrap with green threads through-out. And she was coming up to investigate, looking upon Mary Jane encountering the wizard.

    She gives a soft 'hum'.

    "No, Tim had the ram horns. This may be Bob."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Fortunately, Mary doesn't live too far away, as the hero flies, and when the reports came in about a mysterious wizard causing trouble, she said the Magic Word and flew on over. And probably hoping it wasn't THE Wizard on a bender of some kind.

He gets that way sometimes, especially when his favorite sitcoms are preempted for other news.

She flies over the area, noting that there's already a couple people on the scene. Flying down, she gives the wizard a once-over as she lands near Mary Jane, "Well, he's not /my/ wizard, thank goodness. He's never been the same since Brooklyn-99 went off the air."

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
    50'F? Melting?
    That means May where Illyana hails from. Natively anyway. Why, it barely even calls for wearing a coat. She wears one anyway, light and belted, an umbrella over her shoulder in case it rains. Slush splashes from every step taken through Central Park, running over her boots and fleeing direct the other way. Smart clicks resonate from a looped metal charm bracelet. One of those charms serves as a divining rod of sorts.
    The charm is slender, silver, tipped in a dollop of bronze. She isn't rushing in to storm Belvedere Castle. But the redhead is familiar. Probably? "Not the exciting taco truck again?"

Wally West has posed:
NEW YORK CIIITTAAAYY!

Greatest city in the world.

Wally's trying to keep up with his speed business. Or rather, his FTL delivery service. He had just dropped off a big order: a full television and entertainment set. WHEW! Talk about making a few trips from Metropolis. Though, Wally didn't seem to mind. He's the Flash! the world needs better major heroes.

The problem? While he's trying to work, there's several calls to the police that a wizard in loose in central park. "A wizard? Well, I have to see this." And suddenly, the Flash is GONE in a sudden flash and in another flash? He's in central park, dressed in his red armored bodysuit with silver accents.

"Soooooo Wizard, huh? Lets see, where oh where is a wizard...."

Clea has posed:
For the initiated, there is an amalgam of different magics. Mainly illusionary. Mary is able to see through the old man to the twenty something year old wearing a dungeons and dragons t-shirt, jeans and old converse.

"I'M KEVIN!" the Wizard shouts. "Not Bob or Tim. Gods." he rolls his eyes.

For the uninitiated, he just looks like a crazy old white man with his wifes bathrobe.

"I've been trying to find help for this. My friends and I..." he starts..."None of you are cops, right?" he asks.

Because apparently checking for the police is the main concern here?

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would glance over her shoulder, giving a nod in the direction of Illyana, and then looking down at her armored uniform. "... No, none of us are." Technically she wasn't law enforcement. "So, Kevin.. Do you mind explaining to us what's going on so we can help?" If he's worried about the cops then it's probably a few people caught in and their immediate worry is not getting in trouble.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt shakes her head, and asides, "He's just some kid. Illusions," to MJ and whoever else is nearby. Then she raises her voice a bit, talking to, "Kevin, is it? Look, we're not cops, but your disguise self spell doesn't exactly hold up at the moment. So why not explain what's really going on here, huh? What happened to your friends?" She smiles a bit, looking pretty nonjudgmental about the whole thing.

"Believe me, I get the concept of magic getting a bit away from you. Tell us what's happening and we can probably help."

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
    Disappointment registers in diluted form. Few hints mar Illyana's face. Her lips turn down a bit. Shoulders lift in a tiny shrug, barely disturbing the captivating pansy-purple coat with a peacock shine. She keeps the umbrella propped up on her shoulder.
    "Did you lose them while DMing?" Mary's question, more reasonable, gets a more pointedly judgmental inquiry from her. Russian tends to make everything sound judgmental, even when it's not. "Your allies merit roll worked. Da, here they are. What do you want?"
    The urge to add a question mark over his head is resisted. For now.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe just raises her eyebrows at Thunderbolt, and then rubs the back of her head as she regards KEvin.

    "Yeah, I'm with her, I can see right through it. Nice T-shirt by the way. I think I have the same one." she replies, trying to form a connection, and she gives a loose smile, motioning to the other's who've shown up. Most she's worked with at one point or another.

Wally West has posed:
"Ah....that's the wizard." He lifts his hand to rub the back of his neck. "Well, well..." He approaches the side of Mary Jane. "Maybe he's just a guy who got too into the coca-cola." Wally suggests. "No need to get hairy here guys, probably not an /actual wizard." Wally's trying to help an old man not get his ass whooped in Central Park. "I'm definitely not a cop. Some cops don't even like me. What can I do ya for, Kevin?"

He blinks at Mary. 'Wait, a kid?"

Clea has posed:
Kevin gives a bit of a paranoid look over each of them...but he's really in a spot.

"So me and my friends were going through some old house that we got tasked to clean out and came across these...weird notebooks." he whispers as he steps closer and leans in. "My buddy started reading one of them, like...in Army of Darkness. Couldn't pronounce half the shit. Then..." he waves a hand up and down his form. "THIS."

"I'm so OLD!" he cries.

"Not to mention some demony looking thing came and took my buddy away, but I haven't been able to get into my house. My mom keeps chasing me out with a broom like I'm so old possum!" he looks super frustrated by this all.

"I haven't logged into my games in days! My guild probably forgot me!" he whines.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would rub over at her temples, "You.. Know that was a documentary, right?" At the mention of that specific retelling. Becuase she had /seen/ the things that book brought with it. They were abominations. Glancing over at Balm and then at Illyana.
    "Can you.. Make sure this guy is somewhere safe as soon as we're ready to move on?" MJ having faith in Yana's ability to ensure he was 'safe' and also got the life lesson from this.
    Even as Mary Jane is ever, ever so much fighting with Sonja for control and covering it up with a joke to try and avoid skewering the boy-child.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt tries really hard not to roll her eyes at the mention of guilds, even though she can definitely relate to that when not wearing the cape. "Pretty sure that the guild would understand, I mean, it can't be that aggro right? But hey, on the bright side, the demon only made you /look/ old. You're still um, normal, under the illusion." Normal being a somewhat relative term, as she seems to be in a similar boat to MJ in this regard.

Granted, she doesn't have a Cimmerean-era barbarian urging her to run the kid through, but Artemis doesn't put up with this nonsense too well either.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "-- hold up, you got old and then some demony looking thing and took your buddy away?" Phoebe questions, looking mildly disturbed.

    Idu wags his tail. Demon Hunts were his favorite.

    "Pretty sure between all of us here we can dispell the aging effect -- but tell us about this demony thing too?" she asks, and she raises her hands, rose-gold happy-time glow coming from her finger tips.

    "I can dispell this magic, but the house and the missing guy definitely warrants investigation." she murmurs to the others, and giving a small smile.

    "I'm called Balm. I'm going to try to dispell the magic that makes you look old, all right? Might feel funny." she offers.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
    Illyana's expression remains imperiously nonplussed. The instinctive gesture to cross her arms becomes more difficult with an umbrella not serving as a bayonet, so she adjusts from the position. Fingers tapping on the black wooden handle adds a subtle tattoo to the conversation.
    "You look old. You are not aged," she replies dryly. When MJ asks her to get Kevin somewhere safe, the dry laugh out of her could be mistaken for a desert wind. "Me?" An aside. "You want anyone else."
    She flicks her wrist slightly and the umbrella secured in her embrace slithers down, point resting outward. "Where are your friends last? How is this house? We can go find them."

Clea has posed:
Kevin gives a look around the group, "I mean...you guys should do. You look strong enough." he states. If he starts talking about his level sixty paladin we'll throw him under a bus!

"I mean it's WoW...they kick people in the hardcore guilds after awhile." he looks upset over that. "Either way, I just need to get to looking like my old self then I will happily go home and never talk to Bill again. Dude is bad for my nerves." he flails a bit.

"And yeah it was some...I don't know it looked like an Imp? Small, but kinda round in the fat way? He was giggling a lot. Just...Bill was screaming real bad..." he whispers as he gets that thousand yard stare.

"I can give you the address and if you want to put me somewhere till this is all sorted that's fine." he states.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
This is enough for the Sonja in Mary Jane as she reaches forwards, intent on picking up the boy by the throat. Her body posture changes as she looks enraged. Eyes narrowing and almost seeming to glow, other hand clenching back in a fist.

"Boy, you've likely set upon your friends the fate of being butchered and rended limb from limb. Your actions will have likely helped lead to their torture and deaths."
    She resists the urge to grasp hard and would release him if she had lifted him. "And if we DO find them that way it will be your fault. And the things you have let loose would do the same to others. Your play might lead to a massacre, BOY."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt arches a brow at the mention of 'looking strong enough', but doesn't say anything about that. Sure, she's not a caster, but she does know one spell.

Punch. It's Super Effective.

So she /does/ look a little surprised at MJ's sudden outburst, and gently places a hand on MJ's shoulder. "Heyhey, he's over his head and out of his depth. Easy."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Balm makes a panicked face as Sonya grabs for the boy, and she goes to push Kevin back and try and disuade Mary Jane's hand from grabbing the poor kid.

    "He's traumatized enough!" she sternly growls, light in her hands fading as she switches to defense mode.

    "Let him go, we take care of the illusion first, then we go and slice and dice some demons. And," she gives a nod to Thunderbolt "Presumably pound them into hamburger in a very very quick manner." she acknowledges lacks of swords for some of the attendees.

    And then she turns, and with an uttered phrase in stained Latin she seeks to dispell the aging from Kevin's appearance so the poor kid can go home.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
    A rotund imp. Hardcore WoW gamers. Horde or Alliance won't matter, the issue lies in their bad decisions and the unfortunate outcomes.
    "The imp's name will be enough." Russian though Illyana may be, the slightest edge to her words isn't from language so much as a fraught sense of anticipation. Her palm rests lightly atop the umbrella's wooden handle, and she casually unsnaps the thin band of material holding the ribs tight to the stem. "If you can remember, this will be useful. The address saves us time."
    Thunderbolt and Balm can be good cop. Bad cop, Mary Jane all of a sudden. Wally is friendly bystander, and she is solicitor, judge, and axewoman in the same face.

Wally West has posed:
Wally seems to cross his arms ever so slightly. "Look strong enough?"

Wally looks around. "I...should be deeply concerned, shouldn't I?" Though Mary Jane turns into Red Sonja and straight up goes after the kid! "Woah! Woah! Maybe we can do this in a WAY more healthy way? Take it easy on the kid, it's not like he knows what he's doin'." He speeds around, trying to get in the way of people so they can't get to the kid too easily.

"Let's all just sing kumbaya and try to see what we can do that DOESN'T involve chokin' a kid?" He turns his eyes towards Illyana. "Agreed...."