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Victor Von Doom	It's a fine spring day on Ellis Island and the afternoon is well underway. It's also a fine day to make a statement. Almost in time with the latest arrival of one of the ferries that travels to and from the island, a fresh batch of tourists have been disgorged upon the island. Unfortunately for them security on the island is already ushering people back toward the ferries, commenting that there has been some sort of incident and for everyones safety they must return to the ferries! For those that haven't been caught by the net of park security and escorted back to the ferries, an entirely different affair can be discovered. Greater than some simple security concern. The armored form of Doctor Doom can be found floating airily from one spot outside the expansive National Museum of Immigration that can found upon Ellis Island. Already he had emblazoned the exterior walls with a number of strategically and ritualistically important symbols. Whether high or low, Doom reaches those geometrically distinct points and hovers his armored palm near them. By the time his hand withdraws it has been marked and onto the next point he moves, sometimes seemingly hovering and others swishing nimbly into the air upon rocket powered boots. By now word of the activity has reached various outside sources. A news helicopter is one of the first mundane aerial units on the scene, though it does keep its distance in order to film and document from afar given that it is restricted airspace. From the highest steeple to the lowest pillar, Doctor Doom's latest effort to establish that arcane brand upon the pillars near the front entrance is completed. Again he takes to the air, the green of his cloak flowing around him as he's carried higher. Those few who remain are acknowledged finally, Doom's mask filtering his words with the metallic ring that projects his voice farther and louder, "For too long the United States of America and its allies in the West have acted as the world's constables! For too long they have sought to force others into submission through their foreign policies! Long have they considered themselves the beacon of civilization, propping up their once noble history of accepting all who would seek a greater existence!" The voice carries out over the crowd as Doom's gauntlets begin to suffuse with a soft, green light. "Doom stood against them when they sought to engage military forces against a refuge for the lost and needy! When those who sought refuge needed a beacon, they were met by warships and cannons! Today the West is no longer worthy of this symbol of acceptance and for those whose needs were turned away with violence; it will be reclaimed by Doom!" The security personnel on the island are hardly equipped to deal with a world leader deciding to take matters into his own hands. How does diplomatic immunity even work under these circumstances? Doom doesn't seem too bothered in explaining it to the plebes, for soon enough he shifts and turns back to his work. Those sensitive to the weave and flow of the magical fabric of the universe can certainly feel it. Runes of teleportation and transport can be seen, but the strands of magical energy that binds them all together seems to indicate one thing: Doom intends on sending the National Museum of Immigration somewhere far, far away. To the east.
Corben Kelly	Something was going to happen here, Corben knew about it hours and hours ago. Of course all he was shown was Lady Liberty flashing to nothing but a black void. So, it was these hours and hours ago that he escaped the net of park security by taking to his raven form and flying in. Rather slowly for a raven though, because someone was trying to keep up. Now he's perched himself in a fold on Lady Liberty's sleeve. Beside him a little, foot or so long, slug demon sprog with little wings, one big red eye and a mouth resembling a lamprey's whispers, "This is a terrible idea, Corbs," echoing the words the raven spoke right before heading in this direction. "Yuuup," is Corben's only reply.
Emma Frost	Normally Emma isnt' the type to come to a museum full of trinkets here, but she's in one of those wretched things where she has to show up for something she's given a charity gift to. Something about renovations or children or one of those wretched things that makes for good PR that she can't foist off on some intern to show up in her place. So she's not paying that much attention to it until the crowd starts pointing upwards and blathering. She's mostly ignoring it - the tower's not going to be moving anywhere right.. THen she hearst hat voice that's going off in the air and she goes to twist her head to look upwards and sees the man she knows from encounters - if only at Coffee of DOOM. Her last time there involved him training a barista after all. She can only stare up and over at what is going on before she blinks, makes sure hse's not hallucinating things or under some sort of telepathic influencing.. And upon darting throught he minds of many people, noting they're all seeing this, and then the ground is shaking - few telepaths are good enough to put up something like ever so minor tremors to make it realistic, much less ones on her own skill level.. THen she stares up and over and can only go a flat, "What."
Richard Stadler	It had taken Rick a couple weeks trying to get this visit in play... well, experience, really. He wasn't exactly going for just the tour, and he already had a conversation with one of the researchers on what to expect. It helped to know one of the park rangers at the sit, too. Suffice to say, it was nice to have a day off to himself where nothing was going to happen beyond a bit of tourism and cultural education, seeing part of a city that had a lot to offer, and... why were they being pushed back to the ferries? ...Oh. "For fuck's sake." Rick says, under his breath, quickly moving off to the side of the throng of people heading back over to the boats. Slipping underneath a railing to the building's proper. as Doom gives a bombastic monologue. Yeah, yeah, world police bad, he'd certainly heard it all before, and it always irked him when the villian had a couple of good points. But like hell if he'd have some jumped up petty king decide what he'd be doing with a national monument. It wasn't his to do as he pleased, after all, and while some might claim diplomatic immunity, Richard might see this as an act of war. At least it justified the practice of carrying a firearm today, as he moved over to a corner, reaching behind him to draw the Hi Power and view one of the marks. "This is... a really bad idea." He said to himself, moving with the sleeve of his jacket to see if those runes might be wiped off as one would chalk.
Daniel Ketch	No one who knows him could expect Daniel Ketch spend a Saturday afternoon at one of the city museums. Not even himself. But today he found himself drawn to Ellis Island. Call it a bad feeling. It happens when one is the host of a vengeful supernatural spirit. Not that the Ghost Rider knew about Dr. Doom, it is just an instinctive stalking of the threads of fate. He is pulled into trouble, and he drags Daniel with him. No surprise when park security starts trying to get the tourists out. He was expecting something like that. It is fine, he has coffee and everything. Given nothing has exploded, Danny doesn't expect anything like an Hydra army. Of course, reality never fails to disappoint. Dr. Doom is probably far more dangerous than any Hydra army. But is he threatening innocents? Because otherwise, the Fantastic Four can have this one. He looks around... yeah, not everyone left with park security. And he is doing something magic-ish, he can feel it in his bones. Sensible people would run away, or swim away. Daniel Ketch runs forward to try to stop Doom.
Clea	Clea is not sure if she should be helping Victor or trying to stop him. She'd witnessed what happened the day that set this all off and honestly...no one was happy. She'd evacuated those that she could and tried to protect them. ~If you are sending it somewhere, maybe to the bottom of the ocean? It might make a good artificial reef in a few hundred years.~ Clea's voice isn't teasing as it filters into Doom's head. "Taking this will do nothing to the government or the people who ordered the attack. Yes, it is a monument to what they think are their virtues, but this will hurt the common person in the end, not the people you are aiming for, Doctor." the woman states as she appears in front of the museum. Just floating for the moment.
Cain Marko	Not to far from the museum entrance, enjoying the fine weather and soaking in the atmosphere of it all, an absolutely enormous red haired brute of a man sits sprawled across a park bench, boredly DOOM-scrolling on a smartphone that seems far too small for his enormous hands and yet, nevertheless, is being manipulated with practiced ease and care. Aside from his size, he seems fairly normal and is minding his own business. Even as the chaos begins, he remains calm and dismissive. Dark shades hide his ice blue eyes as they glance over the various tweets and reports that start coming in once the good doctor has been sighted and security begins going about their business to do what they can to usher crowds to safety. His brutish lightly bearded jaw quirks back and forth a bit as he wrinkles his nose and then nods faintly and rumbles to nobody in particular, "Whelp. Guess it's time to clock in." A set of security guards approach him, looking to urge him up from his seat and to send him along with the others they're trying to clear out from the museum and as they approach he slowly stands up, and up and up. And up some more, until one of hte guards is staring at the huge mans midsection and the grinning visage of a cartoonish version of Godzilla plastered upon the giant mans tee shirt. "I always wanted t'play Carmen San DIego." rumbles Cain Marko as he stretches his arms out, lacing his fingers together and cracking his knuckles, the sound of that like boulders crackling and splintering. An instance later and there's a flash of red light, forcing the guards backwards as the giant enlarges even -further-, towering up to nearly ten feet and widening towards room filling proportions. As the energy fades, The Juggernaut is there in full armored, the cracking of his knuckles magnified even further. He sniffs abit and then, starts stepping past the frozen guards to begin approaching the area Doom floats above.
Victor Von Doom	Richard makes an effort at wiping the runes from the place that it has been emblazoned upon the exterior of the National Museum of Immigration. Unfortunately that doesn't result in the mark being removed, let alone smudged. It seems to have been branded into the surface of the material, rather than simply installed with a little paint or chalk. The efforts of the man seem to go ignored by Doctor Doom for the time being. While many others begin to crowd around or even toss questions at the Latverian ruler, the Doctor comments back to Clea with only a sweep of his arm and a curtly spoken word, "They can have it back when they have earned it back. Do you wish to try to stop me?" Doom asks with a shift of his cowl and his mask turning to regard Clea. He stares toward her, hard. Again he shifts and his body is carried to the nest pillar, seemingly upon the lightest of steps that practically defy the full grasp of gravity. The presence of a particular hulking figure adorned in crimson earns a nod toward the Juggernaut and Doom declares for the sake of the brute's memory regarding their business arrangement, "No deaths or dismemberments". The rush of another suddenly surging toward Doom results in the green clad Latverian monarch shifting abruptly to angle himself toward the threat. A lone gauntlet lifts and its palm directs itself outward, aimed toward the approach of Daniel Ketch. The suddenly thrum of energy in the air around Doom seems to suggest an impending attack or blast, but instead it is a repulsor system that activates. It isn't an energy attack or blast, but akin to a sudden surge of gravity that directs itself toward the man rushing in his direction, seeking to send him toppling back and away, "Back away, thankless wretch! Do not prop up what would see you cast aside without a second thought!"
Corben Kelly	"You see that, Corbs? It looks like he's magicking something?" ... "Yup." ... "Terrible, terrible idea" ... "Yup." Corben watches as he deals with the incessant questions from his toddler partner in crime, Kib'Kir. "Do you know what he's doing, Corbs?" ... "Nope." ... "This isn't in one of your books?" ... "Nope." ... "Should you try to stop him?" ... "Dunno yet." ... "Do you know /anything/?" ... "I know that escargot is a delicacy in some circles." ... .... ... There's a long pause as Kib'Kir thinks about that one and then, "Please don't eat me." Now it's time to get a little bit closer. Taking flight with Kib'Kir turning invisible beside him, Corben takes the high route, circling the area, nothing but a big black bird, nothing to see here. "She's not wrong!" It's an incredibly loud voice for nothing but a big black bird - okay maybe it's more than a big black bird. He's agrees readily with Clea as he circles in closer to Doom. "All you're doing is fucking with the history of all the people you're fighting for! Robbing them of the right to sit and remember their ancestors and their family's journey! Look, I get it and you're not wrong either." His accent is pretty thick, French, maybe he knows a thing or two about immigrants? "But why not do something like turn the White House into a giant Barbie Dream House instead? Or The Capitol Building into a giant princess cake? Hit the ones responsible, not the refugees!" Behind him, Kib'Kir pops into view, flapping those little bat wings with all its got in it. "Corbs, you forget all the time, I have /little/ wings." If slugs could pant, it would certainly be doing so. But it's clear Big Guy isn't listening to reason. So begins Corben's descent, heading for the ground.
Emma Frost	Oh lovely, it's Juggernaut as well. Emma Frost goes to approach towards Cain, still in her form of flesh then over as she would cross her arms, "Well, Juggernaut, I do have a question for you. It's not a taunt or something that she's going to try and lead him up to. It's not bait. It's nothing really of the sort. "Whatever he's paying you, I'll triple it." Emma's definitely rich enough to, and hopefully Cain is in a mercenary enough state that he'll be willing to listen to something over along those lines. No appealing over to his better nature, to a threat about his brother or what the X-Men might do.. Just simply trying to get in with whatever happens to work for Cain. And hoping that the adage of mercenaries going to the largest paycheck holds out.
Richard Stadler	Well, damn it. It was certainly worth a shot, but it looks like Rick would need something with a bit more omph to disrupt these sorts of runes... If it wouldn't do more harm than good. Throwing a spanner in the works sometimes causes things to detonate rather spectacularly, after all. And there were at least some people trying to reason with the man... what he'd seen of Doom, however, indicated he simply wouldn't be swayed without some massive appeal to his ego, and Stadler was just a bit over pragmatic bowing to bullies today. But at least there were some friends around today that Rick could use, as he gave a brief sign over to the large bird that looked like it might be landing close to him, hand pointing at the rune. "I assume these need to be disrupted. If you have any insight, now would be the goddamn time, because I'm about to start looking for a fireaxe." He noted, weapon still in hand, looking up to Doom with a bit of concern. He really wanted to tell that bastard off, but there was a time to be lions, and a time to be rats, and this was one of the latter.
Daniel Ketch	Daniel wasn't going to charge Doom with his fists. He might be foolish, but he is not completely insane (yet). But he got blasted away before he could open his mouth. Well... not quite blasted, more like calculatedly shoved away. Which is better than he expected when he saw the armored monarch raising his arm. "Ooof," he scrambles back to his feet. "Thankless why? No thanks to give you, man. Why don't you go blow up Lex Luthor's stuff to Metro instead of bothering us?" He looks around, "at least let everyone leave the island before you..." he points to the runes, "whatever those things do."
Clea	"I'll make sure to put that in the report then. That sounds more than fair, Victor." Clea tells the Monarch of Latveria. When he asks if she wants to try to stop him there is a look to him, "Stop you?" she asks him. A bit of a chuckle, "No, starting violence with you has never been high on my list of fun ideas. One day we might fight each other, but it is not today." she tells him. That was the last thing this small island needed really. Then there is Daniel rushing in and there is a bit of a decision made, "Let me clear the people out and away from this place, then you can take it. I do not want more people hurt." she tells the armored man. Then there is a look towards Richard, "Doctor Stadler, those aren't going to be coming off. You'll just get yourself hurt." she frowns at that. "Help me clear people out?" she asks him and then looks to Daniel as well, "You want to help?" she adds him in as she starts to float down towards the ground. "EVERYONE CLEAR OUT!" the woman uses her magic to amplify her voice to every corner of the island.
Cain Marko	"Yeah, yeah I got it. I aint some savage." responds Juggernaut towards Dooms reminder of the particulars of the instructions he'd been given. His attention is then caught by Emma and he brings his helmet shadowed eyes down towards her and slowly grins. "You know...I seem t'remember you pulling that with me before and I was just goin' for a walk back then." He draws closer towards her, not bothering to slow down. HIs very footsteps are contributing to the shaking of the ground as he moves and the very concrete and earth sunders under him in footprint shaped craters as makes his way. "But I'm on a job now and If I went around just taking a higher pay to walk off every time somebody with a big bank account showed up...I couldn't be trusted to take on a job now could I? Besides...maybe I'm making a political statement of my own! I got opinions as well y'know? I'm in my activist phase!" If she hasn't moved out of the way by the time he gets within reach of her, he brings a massive arm up , "Maybe if good ol'Charlie was havin' you folk doin' something and not just hirin' music teachers and junk while campin' in my old house....then maybe Doom wouldn't be out here doin' this." With that he swings his swamp tree thick arm around, intending to swat her out of the way. The amount of power he puts in is about as miniscule as he can manage mind you. Terms of his contract and all but if he lands on her unprotected flesh, it'll assuredly stun her and send her tumbling away!
Victor Von Doom	While appeals of one stripe or another begin to take place, Doctor Doom seems to ignore most. The words of Daniel Ketch do at least earn a glance from the Latverian monarch. A glance that gradually turns to regard the arrival of Corben Kelly and Doctor Doom's mask shifts slightly upward to regard the arrival of the speaker. So many passionate points made, Doom can't resist not addressing them. Which seems to distract him from his work. For the moment. "Do not lull yourself into believing the propaganda about Doctor Doom! There is no intention of destroying this monument to self-righteousness. It will arrive intact, whole, and undamaged. We can not say the same for the spaceport in the Atlantic, can we? That place that stood ready to act today, as this Museum of Moral Superiority once stood for those seeking a better place!" The efforts of Emma with Juggernaut are ignored for the moment. Or unheard. As are the efforts of Richard Stadler to both deface Doom's hard work and unravel carefully laid plans. The words of Clea however seem to garner a glance from the cowled monarch as she sends many an onlooker scattering toward the ferries. Those few remaining security personnel even begin to edge their way toward the ferries. Compelled as they are, they seem almost reluctant to go. For his part Doom's mask turns to regard Clea and an armored hand rises up, tightening into a fist as he proclaims solemnly, "You have chosen well today. Doom will remember it. No harm will come to this place. It will be kept safe and secure. YOU HAVE THE WORD OF DOCTOR DOOM!" His words take on such grand strength that they can be nothing but spoken in true capital letters.
Corben Kelly	"Maybe I should have led with turning the Pentagon into a giant pizza?" Corben grumbles once he's touched down and shifted into a real boy. It's quick and seamless, there's no cracking of bones or shedding of clothing. Once there was a raven, now there's a boy - just like that. He slings the brown leather bag he's wearing crossbody off and settles it on the ground before going to one knee next to it. "This dude's way over my pay grade, way way over. But I might be able to buy some time," he replies to Rick while he's sifting through the this and that's that can be mixed with the these and those in that little bag. He quickly adds the contents of one vial to another, the adds them both to a third, then just a drop from a fourth and the fifth he keeps in the gloved hand that also holds the the first. He straightens. Kib'Kir reappears on the ground beside him and squeaks, "Go Corbs, Go!" Corben crushes the glass of the vials in his hand, mixing powder from one with the liquid of the other. As he swings that hand in an ever widening circle, he whispers, "What once was seen, now is not. Anchored in place by these words, made up now to stall this clown," as tendrils of smoke in a lovely shade of magenta swirl and dance about the museum. If it works and doesn't just blow everyone to bits on the spot, the very thing Doom is trying to steal will vanish from sight, yet be held in place for... well, likely not very long. Maybe, just maybe, long enough to confuse him? Seriously, he really believes the dude's views are the /right/ ones, but this is the /wrong/ way to go about it. He's not waiting to see if his stall works or doesn't, instead he's down on one knee again, digging around in that bag. But it might be that he just blew his wad against something so mighty as DOOM!.
Emma Frost	Emma's not in much of a position where she can intervene. Cain is in the way, and she can't bypass him. She goes to shift over to diamond form even as she ducks beneath the swing. It's a casual backhand and not with any force. At most were she in flesh form it might have given her a concussion and some dizziness. There's a brightness in her as she turns to organic diamond, moving to catch the fist and take her hand over to the chest of Cain, going to lift him up in the air. "You're a mercenary, Cain. Forgive me for attempting to appeal to something I hoped would result in minimal damage. The same offer stands. The same amount to let you walk away." She lifts him, but she can't do a thing to him. She can't telepathically attack him with his helmet on - she's nowhere near capable of taking it off and Cain's intelligent. There's no reason to doubt that since the first few times that trick worked on him (if it ever had) that he hadn't figured out other precautions on it. "ALl you're doing now is proving them right. Giving them propaganda to use for thier own cause. You're not going to instill righteousness in them. You're just going to give them even mroe justification. Take it away and all that happens is that you make them even more desperate. Imagine what sorts of fun the President will have with this. You're just going to help those which cause you intend to shame." Emma calls out to Doom.
Emma Frost	And as this altercation goes on, off to the side is an acapella band. A group of middle aged to older men that had been until this soiree started had just been snapping their fingers. They look up and into the air over at what's going on, far enough away to be safe. Then, with a mutual shrug, they all start snapping thier fingers.     "Dooo whop, baby doo whop dey. Well she slinks around the world.."
Richard Stadler	And Rick... simply stares at Clea. Not to her reasonable suggestion of reducing civilian causalities, but the agreement she had made with Doctor Doom. "Are you... First, I am not a stranger to harm's way. Get these people out of here if you can, but that's not my mission today. Second, what kind of pragmatic appeasement is this? 'More than fair'? He says, his tone incredulous, looking to the rest of them. "Apparently this is Latverian calculus; two wrongs make a right, as if one bit of sorrow deserves another. I am sick and tired about acting like this man is doing something misguided but righteous in this; as if we're supposed to bow down to his magnanimous gesture to protect this building until we 'see sense'." He's stepping away from Corben now; the man knew more about magic than he did, and all he had was a pistol and his words; the latter were the only ones that he had at the moment. "This place is where countless people came to become countrymen and women to each other. To join a grand and flawed experiment. It's there progeny's heritage, but each one adds to the tapestry of those who were here before, as well; it's a place for all of us and it is /not yours to do with as you please/."
Daniel Ketch	The Ghost Rider wants to show up, but... not with overwhelming force. Fact is, there are no bloodshed, maybe not even anyone in danger. Not even a battle, yet. Daniel is expecting for the other shoe to drop at any moment. The Avengers, or the Marines, or maybe giant robots. The usual New York chaos. Or a vanishing building. That checks. "That's it? Stealing a building? Couldn't you have done it quietly at night?" He complains at Doom. "Or... are you trying to pick up a fight with someone?"
Clea	"Oh I am sure that there is going to be someone waiting to tell me I handled this wrong and lose my spot on the Avengers." she shrugs at that. Aha, they already were! Clea knew that she was going to get weird looks for not throwing down with Doom. "So you'd rather he and I fight over this building?" she asks Richard point blank. "It is not appeasement. It is what is called negotiating. I am tired of wading through blood and death to get something taken care of." the white haired woman states. "I think the point that you are missing is that your government and others just violently and rather abruptly threw refugees away from their doors like they were garbage, very much to the contrary of what this place stands for." she states. Then there is a look at Daniel, "Doom, steal something in the dark without a show?" she shakes her head. "Apparently none of you can feel the gravitational pull of his ego." she sighs. "Either way, I was trying to do this without people being hurt or tossed into the atmosphere, if you guys want to fight Doom then that is a choice you freely make." she states.
Cain Marko	SPeaking of people being tossed around. "Hey--what the?!" The Unstoppable Juggernaut is not The Immovable Blob so up he goes! Granted, if he is planted firmly he is effectively immovable by all by the greatest of feats or those that surprise him effectively while also throwing around said power levels...but if he's just not looking for it and he's already moving in a way where his balance can be used against him..well..up, over and down he goes! The earth shakes as his body tumbles to the side, cracking and sundering about him and his eyes squint shut and then blink open wide. "Now that was embaressing.." Now, however, he's aware that Emma has more up her sleeves then her mind powers...and to top that off..'she's now got an irritated Juggernaut looming back up to his feet behind her as she addresses Doom. 'Nice tricks! I wasn't expecting that one! I guess Charles is doing -something- with you yahoos worth counting.." Immediatelya fter that, a huge shadow falls over her as his arm comes swatting around again. A massive palm as big as her torso looming in on her and then slamming thunderously into her diamond body. To her credit, and his, he spares her the presumed fullness of his strength but even a casually aggressive strike is enough to send her hurtling like a cannonball towards the side of the museum wall by the entrance some distance away. The impact sends her crashing through those doors and walls with a plume of dust and a cry of shock from the last of the people vacating the structure with the security guards. Her diamond form protected her from the worst there but she'll very much be stunned for a moment or two. "She'll live."
Emma Frost	Emma's in diamond form. She had been trying to talk Cain down - hopefully by surprising him he'd be more ameniable to being paid off. She was willing, and she'd done it before. The fact she had surprised him but not followed it up was hopefully enough.. But alas, it's not over as Cain goes to counterattack. This time he's ready for her and she's not remotely fast enough to dodge. The strike sends her flying, skidding.. Hundreds upon hundreds of meters along, out and over through a couple of small gift shops, an outdoor fountain, a food cart, and the elements of an abandoned 'gender reveal' party that would have caused it's own suffering if left unchecked by the attack. She ends up barely along the beach, struggling to get up..
Victor Von Doom	Corben's commentary about turning other landmarks into other objects is met by the point of a lone armored finger and Doctor Doom's voice arising powerfully, "Fantastic ideas! They're all possible, we needn't choose just one!" That distraction acknowledged and Doctor Doom's attention turns back to Emma Frost and the organic diamond form that overtakes her frame. Amusement is evident in Doom's voice as he speaks, acknowledging the telepath's point, "Let us not delude ourselves into thinking that your President's opinion has any bearing on the view of Doom!" There are many voices calling out at Doom now and he seems prepared to address each of them. That is until they begin overlapping. A flurry of voices forming a cacaphony of sound that seems to result in the Latverian dictator becoming distracted from the true threat in his midst. Corben. The building suddenly fades from existence and Doom whirls about, his cloak swirling around him with the sudden motion. "What?!" he announces loudly for the area before the National Museum of Immigration on Ellis Island. The surprise quickly gives way to amusement before a triumphant bit of laughter erupts from Doom. Once more he begins to hover a foot or two from the ground, his armored hands beginning to carefully weave the fabrics of reality. "You think you can outsmart DOOM?! A simple unraveling will deal with this and once done, we will be finished here!" He does not cease the motions of his hands as he calls out, "Juggernaut! Deal with these meddling fools!" "Do you see, Clea? These deluded sycophants will cling to the decaying corpse of the past so long as they believe that they're serving their masters well. Let alone to lull themselves into truly believing that Doctor Doom is a THIEF?" Doom intones with a touch of sadness bleeding into his otherwise strong, prominent voice. No doubt he's referring to the words of Daniel Ketch. Persuasive as they may be; they don't seem to deter Doom from his chosen path. "Doom would ask your aid in unraveling this child's spell, but does not wish to further burden you," Doctor Doom remarks toward Clea with a stern dip of his cowled head. Then Doom's attention turns forward and he commits himself fully to his task of unraveling the Case of the Vanishing Museum. Even the rapid departure of Emma Frost's glittering diamond form - and the woman herself - doesn't seem to draw the attention of DOCTOR Victor Von DOOM. Such trivial tasks are now in the capable hands of the Juggernaut while Doom himself focuses on a swift performance of the Rite of Revelation. Armored hands twist and weave, as though he's in the midst of swiftly solving some complex puzzle between them. A moment later and the museum begins to emerge from hiding once more. A glance is cast toward Daniel Ketch and Doom's triumphant is practically heard in his voice as he proclaims, "There is nothing wrong with the misguided and wicked being punished! They will learn to never... NEVER... fire upon DOCTOR DOOM again!" The sound of titanium striking titanium rings out as Doctor Doom's gauntlets contact one another at the palms. The slap of his armored hands against one another seems to place the final effect upon the spell which takes immediate effect. The shape of the building begins to shift and sway, as though some distant mirage were overtaking the sight of it. It shrinks and shrinks and shrinks, until it's no larger than a small chest. Only when it has shrank itself down to such an easy to handle size does it abruptly wink out of existence once again. Judging by the lack of surprise in Doctor Doom: this is all according to plan. What's left now is a vacant island. Gone are the pillars and steeples, the walls and windows. If it is was considered part of the National Museum of Immigration: it has gone. Right down to the plumbing connections that would otherwise stick out of the vacant lot; those too have disappeared along with the museum itself.
Corben Kelly	Corben has a brain melt moment when he realizes that it /worked/. Kib'Kir snaps him out of it with a squeaked, "It worked, Corbs, you did it!" "Shit." Shit, now what? This time it's simple. He takes a vial from his bag and downs the contents. After he manages to not barf it back up all over his own shoes - the stuff tastes like feet - he uses something else, another sort of magic, the magic of the faery blood running through his veins. Blue eyes grow paler and glow the same color as the pretty, sparkly, dancing lights that flutter around his hands. Amplified by the potion he just gagged down, those fluttering lights spread outward to blanket the area in one last appeal to whatever good there is in Doom that has him making this wrong move for all the right reasons. In the absence of the museum, there now stands - dozens, scores, too many to count - immigrants despondent over the loss of /their/ history. They've nowhere to sit now, no where to reflect, no where to pay homage to the ancestors that sacrificed it all to come here. It gives life to Rick's words. The grief over the absence of the museum is palpable - even if the grieving are nothing more than a powerful illusion. "Oh," whispers Kib'Kir, "So sad." It even sniffles and snuffs and bursts into tears - well, really its tears are more slimy than salty - salt and slugs don't mix - but tears that ooze down a face rather than stream are still tears. "C'mon, Doom Dude, there are other ways. Don't hurt all of them," he gestures to the illusions, "...just to prove your very valid point. This isn't the way." After he's spoken, he holds his hands up in front of himself in a gesture of surrender. If guy won't listen to reason, not much else he can do here. It would take him weeks, maybe months and scores of difficult to obtain reagents to even begin to think of something that might be useful against someone like Doom.
Richard Stadler	At first, there was some sugggestion that it has worked. That the musueum might have been saved with some quick magical thinking from Mr. Kelly, that the place might have disappeared to save it from a much worse fate (And who didn't like a man like Doom facing the unexpected with a outraged sound?) But... even with the rather impressive display of ghosts that stood on the open ground, something that he hoped the Park rangers were watching, because if it didn't make trips like this special in normal circumstances, what else did it do?) It simply wasn't to be. Juggernaut is pressing forward, and the powers that be don't seem hard fought to press the matter, as the museum reappears... before shrinking and disappearing again; this time for real. And Stadler can only look over to Doom, with horrible, impotent fury in his eyes. The grip tightens on his weapon, teeth pressing hard together as his Jaw muscles tense, before he breathes in through his nose, and out, and returns the weapon to his holster. "I wouldn't worry about personnel consequences." He says, looking slightly over to Clea, his voice tight, his words clipped and short. "I want to say you were a good negotiator. Anyone can be, when we just give him what he wants for the sake of survival. I will not play the whataboutism game here; one crime doesn't excuse another. Call it what you want, but I call it something that's going to require an answer, and I am going to think long and hard about how to best ensure that tin pot dictator floating above us answers for it. I suggest you do the same."
Daniel Ketch	If it quacks like a duck, waddles like a duck, and has feath... well, even if it has a green cloak and somehow manages not to look ridiculous with a cloak (few do!) then yes. He points at Doom. "You just stole a museum, and that makes you a thief. Maybe taking museums from their places is not theft in Latveria, but sure it is in New York." Bloodless theft, though. Lets not call an angry demon-looking spirit about it, chances are HE would make everything worse. Plus, he has already drawn enough attention. Was that thing about the wicked being punished directed to the Rider? Beat. No reaction from the Spirit of Vengeance. Danny lets go a sigh of relief. He glances at Richard as the man talks. And decides the Justice League Dark will have his first report ever about all this. Yeah, Batman can handle Doom's thievering ways, he is sure.
Clea	"Juggernaut if you touch them I will send you straight to a dimension that no one else has access to!" Clea growls out as he is told to get the meddling humans. She wasn't wanting /any/ of them hurt! In the end of things, Clea is not a human and she is not from Earth. They didn't have buildings like this in the Dark Dimension. The physical beings that were in the area now were her concern and worth more than the stone that is built. She does turn her gaze to Richard when he chastises her. Welp. There we are. "Your observations are noted." she states in a low tone to the Doctor. Then she turns to see what Juggernaut is going to do and to see if she is going to get her wish of NOT FIGHTING today.
Cain Marko	Ironic that there's another Justice League: Dark member here. Goes to show how priorities differ on such loosely affiliated groups. As to The White Queen? It is fortunate that Juggernaut's swipe sent Emma Frost through the entire building. So not -entirely- bloodless, so to speak, but at least no civilians have been hurt As the building shrinks and then disappears, Juggernaut blinks. "Huh." He's not sure -what- he was expecting but..not that. "..Well...I was expecting a little bit more then this but hey!" He claps his hands together, producing a loud *BOOM* from his light applause. "Works for me!" With that, he turns his attention towards the remaining heroes, "Show's over, chumps! You wanna stick around and pick up some bruises and black eyes for your effort, sure, be my guest." He resumes his initial trajectory, "Maybe next time try barking less and biting more. MIght still have a statue here, but keep politely askin' I guess. Hah!" He eventually comes to a stop, hands on his hips as he surveys those who remain, looking pointedly towards Clea, Daniel, Corben and Richard. At Clea's threats, his eyes narrow and his grin grows, becoming almost shark like, "You aint outta my reach, lady so don't go yappin' at me now. You don't want to see nobody else get hurt? Get 'em out of here then. Beat it!"
Zora Vukovic	The sound of something approaching at high speeds can be heard whistling through the air, getting louder. A whistle, to a whoosh, to a roar... Latverian Green and Doom Gold hurtle through the air surrounded by a crackling red energy as the being drops in from the upper atmosphere. Shooting like a bullet, heading straight for Victor von Doom, comes Zora Vulkovic, the Right Hand of DOOM. Almost too fast for the eye to see, she barrels into the form of Doom, the pair of them slamming into the ground with enough force to crack the concrete, leaving a vaugely person-shaped dent in it. Victorious stands over Doom with one foot on his chest and a severe expression on her face. "You have failed your maker. It is time to suffer the consequences." The high-tech spear that is her signature weapon crackles with the Power Cosmic as she twirls it around and brings the bladed end down straight into the face of... a Doombot? The wires and electronics within crackle and pop, hissing as she yanks the spearhead free of the robot's chassis and turns towards the others. Offering a stiff bow, Zora intones, "On behalf of Latveria, and His Majesty, Doctor Victor von Doom, I offer the most sincere of apologies for the actions of this Doombot. We discovered that one of our own took it upon himself to reprogram a number of Doombots to enact 'justice' on those countries who took part in the attack on the Starport. The misguided programmer has been taken into custody and awaits trial. I am sorry that we could not arrive in time to prevent the transport of the Museum, but know that Doom shall concoct a plan for its retrieval. We thank you for your understanding, and you can be assured that my liege will reach out when the time comes to return the Museum to its rightful place." Turning to Juggernaut, Victorious inclines her head, "Your services were rendered in good faith, the money is in your account, and we apologize for any inconvenience this has caused you. Rest assured, my lord will seek you out in the future, you have been an excellent contractor." Shifting aside, she leans down, picking up the broken and ruined Doombot, putting it over one shoulder in a fireman's carry before giving a final nod to the gathered heroes (and villains), preparing to take off once more.
Victor Von Doom	The veritable field of ghostly immigrants of the past does not seem the bother Doctor Doom's sensibilities in the slightest. To one as talented in the various magical schools of, well, existence? Some illusions are simply too obvious to the ruler of Latveria. No tears are shed for the phantoms. Nor anything else for that matter. Nothing fools DOOM! "Do not fret, good sir," Doom offers in a consoling tone toward Richard Stadler, though Doom does not delay his enlightening another as a good leader should, "it is quite safe and as mentioned previously it will be returned promptly when the United States and its allies begin behaving as though they deserve that self-righteous symbol of acceptance". Doom's tone is certainly condescending as it filters through his mask, which is further reinforced by the Latverian accent bringing additional gravitas to his words. "Doom stole NOTHING! Doom has confiscat--!!" Doctor Doom begins to proclaim to Daniel Ketch's insistence that DOOM is a THIEF! That is until what is effectively a crackling ball of cosmic energy roars in from above and drives Doctor Doom to the ground. A titanium gauntlet reaches up, attempting to cram a palm full of concussive blaster into the face of Victorious at point blank range. Doom's arm is bat aside with the butt of a spear. "Zor-!" Doctor Doom growls out in outrage and fury. His fury and outrage is cut off however as the Doomforged spear is brought down into the masked face of the Doombot. A snap, crackle, pop, and hiss erupts from the ruined mechanical contraption. The fingers of the Doombot clutch, as though trying in vain to take hold of Victorious' throat, despite the distance. A twist of the spear results in the Doombot becoming inert and going boneless beneath the HERALD of DOOM's boot. Apologies are issued and assurances are made. Soon enough the Doombot, no doubt destined for Doctor Doom for review and scrapping, is thrown over the shoulder of Victorious.
Corben Kelly	"Huh." Corben utters quietly. Is this show real or is it faux news? He's leaning toward the latter of course. Seriously, the guy calls himself Doom and he expects people to believe that show? For a moment, he thinks about trying to magically force Sir Doom Dude into answering one question truthfully, but it's really not worth his time. He'll figure it out, later, at home where he has all his this and thats and all his these and those and his books. Or maybe he'll just go home, suck on a hookah and hit the sack. Either way, Corben offers Rick a little mock salute. He tosses his bag back over his shoulder, takes his raven form and takes to the air with Kib'Kir trailing behind much lower and much slower. "Wait for me! I have little wings!"
Daniel Ketch	The Doombot demise comes as a total surprise, and Daniel flinches, his eyes flashing red for a few seconds as he backpedals. "Mother..." he murmurs, glaring at the robot. He was tricked by a robot? No. Robots can't use magic. He is quite sure not even Dr. Doom can build a robot able to write mystical symbols. It gotta be a trick. Probably. Maybe? "Well, cool..." he manages. "Lets see if we can have the museum back for next week," he comments laconically, giving Victorious a once over. She is familiar... oh yeah, the UN defense against Hydra. Then he nods at Clea, "it was all magical robots, hmm?" He heads out, giving Juggernaut a frowny glance. But if the diamond woman was really hurt, the Rider would have come anyway. He didn't. All is okay-ish.
Clea	Clea was about to say something to Juggernaut, but she just decides to let it go, "People please get moving." she states to the others. But her heart sinks a little when she sees Zora come hurtling in... ...And destroys the Doombot. That was not expect. And now she felt MORE stupid. "Something like that." she tells Daniel. But with Zora heading off to take the Doombot back to Doom there is a moment taken to make more notes and then she goes to wrangle the stragglers on the island.
Cain Marko	That happened so fast that Juggernaut hardly has any time to process it. He's snapped from his banter with Clea to just stare, dumbfounded, at the wreck of the Doombot at the triumphant display of power by Victorious. He just stares, mouth agape for a few seconds. THen: "Are you -kidding- me?! I got bamboozled by a friggen' robot?!" The promise that the pay arrangement made between himself and DO--er..The Doombot--doesn't go unheard and he forcibly calms himself down."Right....thanks.." He manages to growl out at the herald of DOOM. Clea isn't the only one feeling embaressed and stupid. Turning, Juggernaut starts stomping towards the island shorelines while grousing, "First a giant damn Sentinel and then a swarm of the things in Mutant Town and now ANOTHER robot goes haywire! I've had it with this AI crap!"