01-21-2006, 08:54 PM
No matter what Franki thought, the Watcher did nothing without a purpose. Even though she was seemingly the weakest of the Watch, her presence in this reality was no accident. And it was a roster decision Dr. Strange had accepted without hesitation for he knew that the caped crusader would have a role to play. And she too would understand soon enough what that role would be.
It was true that the facility that stood in the distance was built for the capture and containment of the monster known as the Hulk, but since the Asgardians had set themselves up as the uninvited lords and masters of this reality, Bruce Bannerâs alter ego had been fighting alongside the other mortals of Earth. Hulk was the strongest one there is, and he intended to keep it that way. But even though the Cloakâs fear of the Hulk was misplaced in this reality, his instincts were good. Because even though the military had long ago abandoned the base, it was anything but deserted. And its current occupants would not have the time to notice a flitting shadow moving about the corridors. The Cloak hovered above and peered down. It needed to be able to look out on its surroundings if it was going to accomplish its goal. Nearby, it sensed a being that might suit its needs. He was weak and would certainly pose no resistance to the Cloakâs presence. Looking out from behind this defeated manâs eyes, Cloak saw people of all kinds being held within cells. There were beings of all shapes and sizes. There were some that were as purely average as any other human, and others with apparent great power. The Cloak could see it within them, yet mysteriously these beings did nothing to use their power to escape their captors. And it was then that said captors finally came into view. They shined as bright as the sun as they came into view. But Cloak had little time to focus on these beings, for just then a tornado of sorts tore threw the corridor, upsetting everyone and everything as it progressed. And if the silver and blue blur at the tornadoâs core hadnât been somewhat familiar to the Cloak, it might not have even been able to distinguish Quicksilver amidst the tempest. Apparently the Watch was not alone on this mission after all.
It didnât take long for Victoria to discover the torrent of emotions emanating from the bowels of the complex. As soon as she extended her psychic probe, the platinum blonde telepath got bombarded with a myriad of different emotions. There were many humans below, each of them experiencing the full gamut. Some seemed to be absolutely at ease with their surroundings while others were filled with blinding fear. But they were not alone. There were others lurking in the depths as well: beings of immense power the likes of which Victoria had only experienced once before, in the streets of Landsbystyv when they faced Hogun and Yarsug. Judging by the psychic picture that was forming in her head, it was clear to Victoria that they were now standing atop the dungeon of the Gods.
It was true that the facility that stood in the distance was built for the capture and containment of the monster known as the Hulk, but since the Asgardians had set themselves up as the uninvited lords and masters of this reality, Bruce Bannerâs alter ego had been fighting alongside the other mortals of Earth. Hulk was the strongest one there is, and he intended to keep it that way. But even though the Cloakâs fear of the Hulk was misplaced in this reality, his instincts were good. Because even though the military had long ago abandoned the base, it was anything but deserted. And its current occupants would not have the time to notice a flitting shadow moving about the corridors. The Cloak hovered above and peered down. It needed to be able to look out on its surroundings if it was going to accomplish its goal. Nearby, it sensed a being that might suit its needs. He was weak and would certainly pose no resistance to the Cloakâs presence. Looking out from behind this defeated manâs eyes, Cloak saw people of all kinds being held within cells. There were beings of all shapes and sizes. There were some that were as purely average as any other human, and others with apparent great power. The Cloak could see it within them, yet mysteriously these beings did nothing to use their power to escape their captors. And it was then that said captors finally came into view. They shined as bright as the sun as they came into view. But Cloak had little time to focus on these beings, for just then a tornado of sorts tore threw the corridor, upsetting everyone and everything as it progressed. And if the silver and blue blur at the tornadoâs core hadnât been somewhat familiar to the Cloak, it might not have even been able to distinguish Quicksilver amidst the tempest. Apparently the Watch was not alone on this mission after all.
It didnât take long for Victoria to discover the torrent of emotions emanating from the bowels of the complex. As soon as she extended her psychic probe, the platinum blonde telepath got bombarded with a myriad of different emotions. There were many humans below, each of them experiencing the full gamut. Some seemed to be absolutely at ease with their surroundings while others were filled with blinding fear. But they were not alone. There were others lurking in the depths as well: beings of immense power the likes of which Victoria had only experienced once before, in the streets of Landsbystyv when they faced Hogun and Yarsug. Judging by the psychic picture that was forming in her head, it was clear to Victoria that they were now standing atop the dungeon of the Gods.