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"Yeah. That's her." he replied, shifting a little uncomfortably. "As for Strange...it seems something took him right out of his Study. Only thing that was left behind that was out of the ordinary was a list he'd written of names." he said, then fumbled around in his jacket for the piece of paper. He stopped when he realized he didn't have it, and wouldn't until he got his powers back. "With the exception of two people, everyone on the list is still missing. No one can seem to find out where they're even at or who took them. We even had a goddess figure who was familiar with Strange try to find him, but the box she was using blew up in her face."

Reaper looked at him for a moment, then frowned. He was...new to this kind of stuff? So...he was pretty much just starting becoming Doctor Strange. He wasn't going to be able to help with he missing heroes and everyone, was he? Even going to the laboratory might be risky if that X being realized that. "Alright....then, could you do me a few favors that should be on a much lower scale of difficulty? I can take you back to the Sanctum when we're done. I'm not sure how different it is from yours...or if you even have one...but, I'm sure it'll be easier to get things straightened out in a safer place."

"Great. First thing then..." Reaper began, then hesitated a bit. For some reason...he felt like this was a bad idea. Just kind of a gut feeling but...hopefully she'd behave. Maybe if he complained enough, she wouldn't even notice Strange. "There should be a small area here in New York that's completely out of place. Like it's from a different time completely. And...it's constructed greatly out of magic. I'm not sure if you'd be able to find it, but I certainly can't with my lack of abilities right now. Place is called...Audra something or rather. I'll need to talk to the one in charge there to see if she can do anything about the laboratory problem."

Reaper paused for a moment to try and think. "It's...around the projects area of the city. She made sure the area was mostly uninhabited or completely falling apart when she created the little town. If that still doesn't help, I'd say just take a guess at it. If the first one's the wrong place, then we'll know it's the other one."

Within the confines of a massive back alley and an overlooking sewer, a den had been created. The darkness within the alley itself proved serving well in keeping majority of the view hidden. The rest, should one get to close; it was already to late. Such was the case with a lone rat at the moment, who'd wandered in search of it's daily food. It could have nibbled on anything, but it would be a miracle to find even a hint of cheese.

A cheese pizza, it was rotting away not far. The little rat could smell it right away and though it's instincts warned it to stay away; the hunger won. Oh the smell, disgusting to anyone else, but like the smell of an angel to the rat. It scurried across the concrete, making its way towards the dumpster with little care in the world. It made its destination, glory be to all that made up it entirety, it had made it safely.

Unfortunately, a quick lashing tendril destroyed that dream. It's grasp was tight on the screeching animal, who was no to frightened to remember being ever hungry. Its little claws ripped into the ground as it tried to run, tried to break free of the grasp on it's body; it wished to slip away so greatly. The rat went so far as to even try chewing at the tendril, then its own body. All of its attempts failed and it was pulled ever slowly into the unforgiving darkness. A single dear drained out of its eyes as it was finally sucked in, upon being devoured, its screech was almost deafeningly horrifying.

War, he and Greed had been at work for a good long time now, raising their army in secrecy. He didn't forget his encounter with the woman before or the creatures that were like symbiotes, but also different. Up on high, he sat like a statue, on a ledge of symbiotic goo. In his quiet calm a great blood lust raged inside. Around him, his minions circled upon ledges around him. Greed was busy taking to the sewer, probably eating again with his own minion horde. They'd worked up a massive army of symbiotes with their own traits and War was getting the hang of spawning different symbiotes.

Of course, in order to make a new breed, the one absorbed had to have varying traits. That or it would be just a fusion of existing symbiotic soldiers. Yes, deep in the darkness, what could have been the noble hero Peter Parker and a vengeance successful by Kratos hands; barely any of the two remained, in place, only rage, hatred, and a killing need, coupled with the will of the symbiote itself. There he sat on that ledge, ever so calm, waiting; for what, only he and the symbiotes knew.

ENTER from Surrounding Areas of Gotham

Kenji arrived back in New York City at his own pace and stopped in front of a large towering building. Fisk Towers…better go up and see what he was called in to take-
Then his cell phone went off. His other cell phone. He paused a moment and looked down at his jacket. He fumbled around in it until he found it and flipped it open. He was a little surprised. Usually the organization just called him. He’d only gotten a text from them one other time before. And this one looked urgent as well.

Kenji sighed and slid the phone back into his pocket. Great, double shift. So did he head on up to see Fisk, or did he try to find one of the tunnels to get down to the lab?

[Enter Lady Deathstrike from Sanctum Sanctorum]

Yuriko politely closed the door behind her, thankful to get away from the bizarre house. The Japanese noble was wearing her trenchcoat and had a leather briefcase in her left hand. Taking a look around and getting her bearings, Yuriko began to make her way to Wall Street to get to a Citibank. She hailed a taxi and told the driver to take her to the bank.

The taxi dropped of Yuriko Oyama in front of Citibank, still just looking like a normal civilian. After paying the cabbie, the Japanese noble entered the bank carrying the leather briefcase full of the drug money that she took off of the Albanian gangsters. Going to meet a representative of the bank, Lady Deathstrike was going to make a deposit.