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Reaper stood in the doorway of the kitchen and looked at him a moment. His initial reaction was to take a small bit of offence to that. If something happened it was always his doing, wasn't it? But, still having little control over his new telepathy, he realized that the man had only asked after he seen his face.

"I took a nap. Not much I can do in here." Reaper replied. He was still a bit on the edge. He felt like something was very wrong, and he wanted to know what it was. But everything seemed fine so far.
"....something woke me up though. Nothing happened while I was out, right?"

He finally found the other person he had senced in the kitchen. A girl, had to be a teenager by the look of her face, sitting at the end of the kitchen table. She looked a tad nervous as well, but her discomfort was more about being in the great Doctor Stranges' home.

Both Reaper and Mary Jane watched Wong leave the room.
Reaper stared in the direction Wong had gone a moment longer, then sighed and glanced back towards the girl. She stared back at him, and he suddenly felt a bit akward. A bit akward, very anxious, a bad feeling in his gut, and as much as he hated to admit it, a bit afraid because of said feeling. He'd felt like this twice in his life, and some terrible reprocussion always resulted. When he accidentally killed his father's dog when he was a child. When he was going home after his step-brother dissapeared.

Damnit....he needed a drink.

Without saying a word, he moved past the girl and over to the refrigerator. Opening the door, he looked around for another packet of blood and tried to consentrate on that simple task. Should've been simple. Wasn't thanks to his limited control over his telepathy. The girl was watching him, she was worried about doing or touching anything in here, wondering who he was, wondering what was going on, worried about the Spider...

"...you know, there's a larger room outside of here with plenty of sofas." he said, finding another packet or two of blood. "Should be more comfortable than these wooden chairs." he continued, then paused a moment and thought twice about pulling out the blood in front of her. Sighing, he put it back down and stood, closing the door. "And as long as you don't touch anything, you can look around if you need to. A few people that were here earlier did."

MJ looked back over at Wong and gave him a small smile. "Alright." she replied, nervousness still tracing her voice. "I guess it would be better to try and get my mind off of what's happening outside. And, I mean, how many times do people get to look around in here?" she said, gently scooting her chair out to get up.
"And he was right. Peter would be fine. He always was."
Letting out a small, shaky sigh, she turned to walk out of the room. "Thanks." she said before walking out the door, glancing at both men.


Once the girl was gone, Reaper opened the fridge again and grabbed one of the packets he had been looking for earlier. He opened it, and drank it down as if it were nothing more than a can of soda.
After a few gulps, he glanced back over at Wong. He'd acted as if there was nothing wrong...but that look on his face when he came in...

"So, does he still have his nose in his books?" he asked.
....probably should have phrased that better. Oh well.

Reaper caught the look in Wong's eyes as he replied. His telepathy was still fairly an on-going ability that he hadn't quite figured out how to turn off yet. If the man thought that Strange had gone out to take care of something, that didn't mean he really knew where he went. Or how long he'd be gone. The troubled look was also rather unassuring. The sick feeling in his gut didn't lighten at all.

"I see..." Reaper replied carefully. "So there's nothing to do but...wait for him to come back?"

Reaper took the paper and read over it a moment. Then blinked. "A list of Heroes." he replied, thinking a moment. "A few of which I was told to leave a....erm, not bug. Many of these people I think are from the other world. I don't really know them, but have heard their names from others to know they're heroes."
His eyes lingered a moment on Black Cat's name, then over at Deadpools, and Spider-Mans. He'd only met a few of these people. The rest he really didn't know much about to see the note as anything other than a list of names.
"Why? Does he usually not write such things?" he asked, looking back up at Wong.

The feeling worsened.

He took a rather shaky sigh and looked at the list again. Then, rather slowly, he spoke. "What woke me up was...just this really, really bad feeling. It's not just...I've only had this feeling twice in my life. It's almost ominous. And something very bad always happened when I felt like this." he said, then looked up at Wong. "Do you know where any of these people are? Or know any way to find them?"

Reaper thought for a moment, looking down at the packed of blood in his hands. "Would you mind if I brought more guests over? I'll send a few duplicates out and see if I can find anyone on this list. If not, then perhaps whatever other heroes I can find." he said, glancing back up at Wong.

Reaper nodded back, then turned and walked out of the kitchen, and towards the front door. Once there, he opened the door a crack, and let his shadow fall through the small opening. With a bit of consentration, a large chunk of it shot out and slipped into dark alleyways in two seperate directions.

He'd let his shadows find a decent spot in the two main cities, then try and send duplicates out from there. New York, Gotham, wherever heroes had been seen quite a bit.

With that, he closed the door and turned back towards the inside of the house.
The girl was standing on the other side of the room within view of the enterance, staring at him. After a moment, he realized hat she wasn't staring at him, but rather his drink in his hand.
He glanced down at the package of blood, then back up at her.


EXIT Reapers to NEW YORK CITY and GOTHAM