ULTRAMagic Alternate

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon February 23, 2025      Will was hoping time would drag on for him leading up to the week of the first hearing. Preparing for the case was stressful, and receiving letters that detailed what he had to do was dread-inducing given that his team had to interact with Laurence’s as per standard protocol for civil cases. As if to pull the rug out from under Will’s feet, February 23rd had arrived in no time at all. On the other hand, Will was kind of glad that the preparation went smoothly and quickly given that he did not want this matter taking months of his life–he would have just gone and hunted down Laurence if that was the case. Thankfully there seemed to be no sign of danger, allowing Antonio to drive Will and Sam to New York City. Jackson had offered to drive the two, but Antonio insisted as memories from his past life had enthralled him in a grip of inescapable nostalgia.      Starting the day prior, the tr...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon      With her armor ready to go, Morrigan clenched her fists to make sure it was nice and secure and headed downstairs to the lobby. It seemed like they were going to head right out the door, meaning that she was not going to get to eat breakfast–which was unfortunate due to Morrigan being a morning person. Entering the lobby she was greeted by the sight of Will, Vlastimir, and Ekaterina talking to Milan and Yale. Will smiled when she entered, and she noticed he was eating something–he handed her what looked like a candy bar at first glance. “What’s this, Boyo?”      “An army-grade energy bar–your best friend on missions.”      Morrigan inspected the shiny brown packaging and nodded. “Oh, okay–and cran-raspberry too?”      “Cranberry is your favorite, isn’t it?”      She smiled, patted his shoulder, and gave it a light shake. “Thanks, Boyo.”    ...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon      Weaving his way through his fellow officers and soldiers desperate to get their stations and positions, Antares finally entered the bridge as the fortress shook again. The bridge was a massive room, consisting of a series of wide catwalks above many control and instrument panels, all facing a series of colossal windshields that gave a truly spectacular view of the skies in front of Camelot. The only issue was that there were strange, enemy aircrafts soaring by that view, being fought off by Liger Brigade tiltrotors. Normally the roughly 200 officers and pilots of the bridge would have been peacefully maintaining Camelot’s course, but the attack had them all on edge and on the verge of panic, as only one man and his zeppelin was gutsy enough to attack the sky fortress head on like that… and it had only been a month and a half since his last attack.      Standing on the central platform that oversaw the ...