nightingalesong:

Nightingale's conversation with Moon Knight's son has been replaying constantly in his mind.

Khufu sent dreams of Marc Spector, the old Moon Knight. Qamar had been guided to old abandoned lairs. All up to a certain point, and then... nothing.

He researched into what had happened to Marc Spector, but could find nothing. Nothing! He owns a corporation, but Qamar never found a sign of him.

...or did he? Had the information been blocked from his mind by an ancient Egyptian god?

Nightingale almost doesn't feel like... him. Like she's a totally different being.

And then there's that story about the old chosen of Khufu having mental issues. Like... multiple personalities mental issues.

And that's starting to sound really familiar.

He's scared of telling anyone about this. But he's got to.

So he finds himself knocking on Sammy's door in the middle of the night.

rogue_star:

After her talk with Anya, still trying to hold herself together, Sarah goes looking for Molly, starting with checking her room.

rogue_star:

Everyone's memories came back to them, once they had a few reminders. Avengers Mansion made a good rallying point. Some were harder to find than others, but Anya managed most of them, the Tallus did the rest once Sarah asked it.

Time to get back to business.

Sarah waits in the main meeting room, letting everyone get assembled before she delivers the bad, bad news.

deadliestsin:

Adrian sat in his jazz club Papa Gumbo's, playing idly on the piano. The bar was moderately full, but he was more bored than anything. There was no challenge to life, no thrill to anything. He lived a life that most mortals would be happy to, yet he was less than content.

That probably had to do with the fact that he was a demon in mortal's clothing and had been doing it for far, far too long. He had been doing this for at least fifty years, though how many for sure, he wasn't exactly sure. Long enough for him to be getting tired of it all, that was for sure.

His shift was near an end, and for that, Adrian was glad. Just as he was finishing up his set, his replacement player was standing nearby. Adrian didn't like the man, but that didn't mean he was rude. For a demon, Adrian was quite respectful when he wanted to be.

"Ey Sin, ya'll almost done? How were the tips t'night?" the man asked as Adrian stood and stretched his spine. Green eyes turned to the man, and for a moment, Adrian considered his answers. The tips had been good, but Adrian also tried to minimize his interactions with his coworkers. It made his life harder when people thought they knew him too well.

"Tips were okay. You wanna stay in ragtime mostly.. They're not very entertained with anything before 1950." he said in a low tone, before gathering his bag and moved away. Adrian was hungry and at least after every shift he was afforded a meal. He slid onto a stool and dragged long fingers through dark hair before he sighed and let his shoulders slump.

Did demons have mid-life crises? Considering that he wasn't anywhere near the middle-point of his life, he didn't know what to think. But life sure was pretty dull, it wasn't nearly as bad as life in Hell, but it was really really boring. And he was really bored.

nextgen_xmen:

Sean had been trying to get in touch with Theresa for a few days now and so far he's had no luck. Worry gripped him. It wasn't like her to be out of touch for so long. He left messages and in the past she would return them within a day. Four days and nothing so far.

It was time to call in some help.

He called Xavier's to see if anyone there had seen her lately or if someone could go to her apartment and check on her.

sandcastlegod:

In Central Park, the stones are rising.

Antaeus's Great Commission for Lord Apocalypse comes together rapidly, seamlessly. He ignores the exertion as the ground quakes and twists and soars.

Finally, he strains his neck to eye his work, the towering, twisted, cold citadel, which just needs a little help from his fellows, and it seems his face is still capable of a smirk. "Antoni Gaudi would look up from his skull cathedrals and tremble," he mutters.