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Brian Braddock	The large frame of Captain Britain is seated at a long glass table with a plethora of documents spread out in front of him. Around the bend are a dozen suits from British Intelligence, briefing him on what they found. Despite all of the documentation, the truth is, there's a lot that is still unknown. "Do you know of anyone who may be of help to us?" a prim, middle aged woman asks. "I do," the Captain replies. "We'll be in touch." Within a handful of moments, Brian is by himself out on a scenic cliff in Western England. He is fairly sure he's by himself and the card he inserts into his cellular device is done in hopes that no one is listening in technologically either. "Amanda, it's Brian."
Amanda Sefton	There's a five hour time difference between New York and the west coast of England. So, it's earlier in the day for Amanda Sefton when, while she moves about her bedroom in the flat she shares with Pepper Potts, she hears a peculiar tone emanate from her cell phone. It's a tone she's not heard in... ages. She sets down the satchel she had just pulled out and picks up the handset, looking down at the screen. A brow arches in surprise, but she swipes her thumb across the icon that has appeared, hearing the familiar upper class tones of Captain Britain on the other end of the line. "Brian," she says, her voice warm, if coloured by her curiousity. "What a surprise? Haven't heard from you in ages. How's England?"
Brian Braddock	"To be honest, I've actually spent more time stateside recently. I've moved to Gotham, but that isn't why I'm calling. Although I do hope you're doing well." There's an exhale, "It seems there has been a magical disturbance here in Britain. Stonehenge, as it were. A couple of mystics who work with the government here are reporting strange goings on. I'm hopeful you might be able to steer me in the right direction. As you know, such things are so often a mystery to me."
Amanda Sefton	There's silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, followed by a soft 'hmf' as a somewhat grim, wry smile tugs at Amanda's lips. "I hadn't considered W.H.O. would want involved," she says somewhat tellingly... if cryptically. "But I suppose they couldn't help but feel it, too." It's a good thing she doesn't know anyone in SHIELD. They'd be all over this, too. Not, mind, that she's yet entirely sure what 'this' is. She crosses the room to her dresser and picks up a bluetooth earpiece, thumbing it on and settling it in her ear as it connects so she can continue what she was doing without interrupting the call. "The best I can tell *them*," there's subtle emphasis to the word, "is that something happened in Romania -- I'm still not sure what -- and that there are investigations looking into it. I'm looking into it." A beat. Then: "Off the record? I don't know a whole lot more. But, if you've got some time, I can meet you somewhere and tell you what I know in person." I.e. Where there's no risk of eavesdroppers over the airwaves. "Where are you? Gotham, you said? Or back in London?" Because she's fairly doubtful W.H.O. has offices in the US.
Brian Braddock	"Are you familiar with the White Cliffs in Dover?" Captain Britain is literally sitting at the edge, legs dangling high above the ocean below. "Or perhaps, if there's a better place, we could meet there." Another exhale as he goes back to thinking about all he's heard from British Intelligence. He'd hoped that Amanda would know right away. Sounds as if this problem is far bigger than he had hoped. "I can send you my coordinates, if that would be helpful."
Amanda Sefton	Amanda nods, even though Brian can't see her. "Send me a photograph of where you're at," she tells him. "That and the coordinates will help." It's easier than having to guess *where* along the cliffs he may be. Otherwise, she has to resort to giving him the name of a pub in Dover. She rummages through a drawer until she comes up with a pen and a scratch pad, upon which she scrawls a note for Pepper. She looks around, then, and snags a purse with her wallet, keys, and -- almost as an afterthought -- tosses her UK passport in it before grabbing the phone and exiting her room. She leaves the note on the table and stuffs the phone in her bag, the bluetooth still connected. Then, green eldritch light surrounds her, light bubbling off her as she visualizes where she wants to go and opens a teleport gate to take her there.
Amanda Sefton	Amanda nods, even though Brian can't see her. "Send me a photograph of where you're at," she tells him. "That and the coordinates will help." It's easier than having to guess *where* along the cliffs he may be. Otherwise, she has to resort to giving him the name of a pub in Dover. She rummages through a drawer until she comes up with a pen and a scratch pad, upon which she scrawls a note for Pepper. She looks around, then, and snags a purse with her wallet, keys, and -- almost as an afterthought -- tosses her UK passport in it before grabbing the phone and exiting her room. She leaves the note on the table and stuffs the phone in her bag, the bluetooth still connected. Then, green eldritch light surrounds her, light bubbling off her as she visualizes where she wants to go and opens a teleport gate to take her there.
Brian Braddock	Brian follows her requests and within moments she has both the GPS coordinates along with a picture to better help her get to him. As she arrives, Brian reaches up to unbuckle the helmet portion of his suit to reveal his face. A gloved hand reaches up in his best attempt to smooth out his blonde hair. He pushes up from the ground and turns back towards the greens and waits for her.
Amanda Sefton	As the green light floats away from her in bubble-like orbs, Amanda's civilian clothes give way to her Daytripper costume -- leather coat, bodice, and trousers rather than colourful spandex -- the purse disappearing into the ether for the time being. Nonetheless, she smiles, hood thrown back, as she approaches Brian, and turns the bluetooth off, sliding it into a pocket. "Nice to see you again," she tells him. Her smile is warm, despite the gravity in her blue eyes.
Brian Braddock	"Been a while," Brian replies with an exhale. "Nice to see you as well. I wish it were under better circumstances. New York is good?" The cell phone is put away in a compartment within his suit. "I get the feeling that this is far bigger than Stonehenge and England. Romania, you say? How big do you think this is?"
Amanda Sefton	Amanda nods. "New York is good. I've setup a concierge travel and events business there with the aid of an American roommate I knew in college. So, you know... if you know folks who need anything like that, let me know." Business plug done. She switches, instead, to more esoteric and immediate matters. "Romania," she nods. "There is a sorcerer in the southern Carpathian Mountains my mother knew. His name is Radu. The pulse your mystics felt originated, I believe, with him. Or at his abode, anyway. I haven't been able to go find it, because..." Her voice trails off and she grimaces. "Well, he appeared on my doorstep after setting off whatever magic bomb it was that triggered the pulse." A beat. "Or maybe he was the trigger. I don't know. I just know he appeared looking like he'd fought the battle of Waterloo, dropped a broken artifact in my lap and told me to guard it with my life." Her expression deepens with concern, again that wry grimace tugging her lips. "So, needless to say, I've been trying to keep a low profile." A beat. "I'd like to keep it that way. So, if you could put WHO off until I've got it sorted, I'd appreciate it."
Brian Braddock	Brian tilts his head in consideration, "Well, in the event that I need to travel I know to whom I'm coming. That's good information to have, and with living in Gotham for the foreseeable future, I'm sure to need some time on holiday." As he hears the story of Radu, he considers with eyebrows pinching in thought. "It sounds as if he arrived suddenly. Any idea where he's gone? Is he on the run?"
Amanda Sefton	Amanda shakes her head. "I have no idea where he went." She runs a hand through her hair, a gesture that conveys her frustration and concern. "He was badly injured. I wanted to heal him, but he wouldn't let me. He gave me the fragment and teleported away. I have no idea if he's even still alive." She's hopeful, because it's in her nature... but it's a very slim hope. She inhales a deep breath. "However. My roommate works at Stark Industries. She was there when Radu came and has promised me she'll find a way for us to use Starktech to scan the thing. I'm hesitant to use magic on it. I just don't know what might happen. But, if nothing else, Stark can probably help me find out if the rest of it is floating around out there somewhere unexpected." Translation: Somewhere outside the magical community.
Brian Braddock	"I see," Brain replies and falls quiet for a moment. There isn't much he can add, and it seems that any questions lead to more questions. "Well, hopefully he is alright. Is he a friend?" "In any event, I hope you know you can rely on me any way that I might be of service. Under current circumstances, I am unsure of how that might be, but whenever you need I will be there." His head lolls to one side, "And it seems as though England is rather hopeful I will be there."
Amanda Sefton	"He's a friend of my family," Amanda says. Her expression turns sad. "I called him Uncle when I was a child." She considers his offer of help and smiles. "Brian, I'll take all the help I can get, frankly. I know you, what you can do. My roommate is ace, and Starktech is formidable, but if this turns into a magic fight? I'll be glad to have you on my side."
Brian Braddock	"I'm so sorry, Amanda," Brian replies, looking hurt. "We'll find him," he lies. But sometimes it's important to lie when times like this arise. "And I'm glad to be on your side. Whatever you need and wherever this goes, you can count on me."