Almost Home

Sweet Tooth scoffed a chuckle "personality my ass. this place isn't much bettwe than living on the streets, hell if you let me work a little magic I'll happily really make this palce shine... for example". Sweet Tooth shot a drop of candy at a nearby window frame that had been broken during his fight with the boy, the drop stopped right where the window had been and started to drizzle. a few seconds later a new window grew from the single drop. the light that shone in from the window split into several beams of light and completely illuminated the entire room. " I just created a crystal window, that will reflect light all throughout this room, your plant friends will never have to worry about going without sunlight again." Sweet Tooth turned around and pointed at one small corner of the room that had no light. "I observed during my fight with the boy that you require darkness to transport into some sort of secret area, and thus I left this corner free for you... do you like it?" Sweet toothe asked the girl.

One moment, a large thud sounded outside the house alerting it's contents.
The next, a metal hand smashed through the bottom of the window.

The metal from the hand slithered off, as if infecting it, then entirely retracted back, then the hand shot back out.

Fragment cracked his neck as his arm returned to his normal shape. He opened his hand, allowing the metal to eject the candy from itself, the sweets now compressed into a small ball laying in his palm.

He popped it in his mouth, and licked his lips. "Tasty", he said to himself.

He placed his hand next to his mouth, allowing it to reshape itself into a megaphone.

"Come on out Candy Man", He yelled, "You've got a bounty the size of the Wonka Chocolate Factory, and I want a taste of it"

Charlotte sighed, "It looks beautiful," she said in a tone of voice where you couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not. She then listened for a moment, hearing something outside. "I believe he's calling for you, Sweet Tooth..." She murmured, confused as to why every hero just decided to up and come to her house.

OOC: I hope I can jump on this- needs more villains!

The tailor folded the brown coat out for Wight to see. The dim light fillig the shop was hardly enough to illuminate the details, but Aaron Wight could clearly see that this was the work of a true expert. An impressed smile crossed his face as he saw that the embarrasing tear in the jackets arm was completely gone. "Sure was a hard piece of work, good Sir", the tailor remarked. "Those fibres didn't want to play my game, so I had to force it upon them". Aaron smiled again. "They have that effect on many tailors, my good man. But this is a truly excellent piece of work. I shall come again, rest assured". Wight paid the man handsomely and walked out into the silent night.

This was The Metamagicians way of doing things. Criiss-crossing the globe to avoid being tracked. One day here, one day there. He never used the same shop, bank, hotel or tailor twice. A man his age had to attend to his daily needs, regardless of the grand schemes ahead of him.

Wight was about to find a quiet alley to exit reality in when he suddenly raised his head. His brow curled up in curious fold. He had sensed a disturbance in the space-time continuum- right nearby. What on earth could that be. Was there- no, that couldn't be. No one but him knew the art of reveawing physical laws. That would be to tally impossible, in fact. But this... his senses had not lied. An investigation could not be avoided. Quietly, Wight walked through the deserted streets towards that place... where it had happened. He tried not to attract attention. After all, matters could be graver than he thought.