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Salem -- Fate's Watchtower
Hector Hall sits alone on a throne of stone in his tower, blood pulsing through his temples. The Helm of Nabu whispers dark things at him, but he pushes the skittering voice aside. He will not fall to chaos. Doing so is unthinkable.
So why don't you just cast off the helm? says the voice. He has no answer. The misery has gripped him since he returned from Bete Noir. His magic is wild, now. Sloppy. Things do not happen with the precision to which he's become accustomed.
"My soul is imperiled," he whispers to no one, and as he speaks, he realizes that they are the first words he's spoken in hours ... maybe all day.
Rose Psychic left them to seek assistance. She believes she has an answer for him. And Gemma ... Gemma has surely become concerned, by now. His absences and solitude are nothing new, but there is a shadow fallen over this tower. He doesn't know how to find the light again.
So why don't you just cast off the helm? says the voice. He has no answer. The misery has gripped him since he returned from Bete Noir. His magic is wild, now. Sloppy. Things do not happen with the precision to which he's become accustomed.
"My soul is imperiled," he whispers to no one, and as he speaks, he realizes that they are the first words he's spoken in hours ... maybe all day.
Rose Psychic left them to seek assistance. She believes she has an answer for him. And Gemma ... Gemma has surely become concerned, by now. His absences and solitude are nothing new, but there is a shadow fallen over this tower. He doesn't know how to find the light again.
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"With Rose and Gemma steadying my magics, I can both transport us and see to our protection fromt he depths."
He turns toward Jakeem.
"The Thunderbolt will be of much use to us, here."
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He pulls out the pen. "You want him now or later?"
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Then he clicks the pen. "So Cool..."
Electricity fills the air, and the pink form of the Thunderbolt emerges...
looking just like the original "master" of the Thunderbolt, Johnny Thunder.
"Jakeem, Jakeem, teammate supreme!" He looks around. "Whoa, ton of mystics. We got bad juju?"
"Bad juju, Johnny." Jakeem says. He then looks toward Rose. "What's the plan?"
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She says it conversationally, but she knows both Jay and the Thunderbolt will well remember that was when Occult sacrificed his own soul to stop Stalker ... and when she sacrificed part of her own to save him.
"Dr. Fate, steadied by myself and Ms. Marsters, will transport us to Atlantis. Young Jakeem, you and the Thunderbolt will be charged with protecting us from the ocean's depths, and to act quickly should things go wrong."
She doesn't need to say that things inevitably go wrong.