Thor had completed the challenge! It seems the spell's standards catered to him well. And the two crucial items were received. Through time and space the group shifted once again, and Superman began to make his exit. The Weaver waved goodbye.
Originally Posted by
Clark Sparks
"Okay. I accept," he says. He turns to the group and adds, "But I'll be back."
...FARE THEE WELL CLARK SPARKS WANDERER-WARRIOR I AM SURE WE WILL MEET AGAIN YOUR GUIDANCE WAS WELL-LIKED IT IS SAD YOU MUST BE REPLACED SO SOON YOU ARE AN ADMIRABLE WEAVER ELYCTRIC NOMAD I HOPE YOU FARE WELL AND THAT YOU CONTINUE TO LIVE AND BREATHE JUST AS I HOPE THE WORLDFABRIC SPOOLS EVERMORE TA-TA...
The Weaver graced his way back to the corner he claimed on the Space Station and draped his House Xanadu banner along his corner, weaving it to drape peculiarly on the shimmering surface of the vessel, seemingly without thought put towards symmetry or style. It just seemed to be how he wanted it to hang. Their new guide addressed the group, and he mused in Song about whether she would be able to fill Superman's shoes.
Originally Posted by
Roy and Harbinger
"Hound!" "Traitor!" they exclaim.
The Weaver hopped and tapped the floor with his many legs
...YES YES IT IS DESTRUCTION DECLOAKED WROUGHT FROM DEDUCTION YES HAPPY DAY WE HAVE WEAVED A FINE WEAVE WE CONSTANT CONSTABLES...
Originally Posted by
Joe Acro
When the light died down, the cat was gone. In his place floats a ghoulish wolf-creature.
It crouched to the wolf's level.
...IT IS ROOTING PINING FOR ITS PACK POOR LONE-WOLF WE MUST HUNT ITS ELUSIVE BROTHERS THEY KILL OUR MOST ELUSIVE OF HARBINGER'S CHOSEN KITANA ROBBING HER OF FUNCTION AND GRACE GO THEY AND I WE MUST BEFORE THEY CONTINUE TO STALK-CHEW THROUGH OUR NUMBER HA LITTLE GHOST LITTLE GHOUL YOU LACK SPIN YOU LACK THE FINE NEEDLE AND THAT IS WHY YOU ARE YOU THAT IS WHY YOU ARE HERE...
Originally Posted by
Roy
And say hello to Monster Island."
The Weaver waved greeting to the newest members of their team, and took in his new locale.
...WE FIND OURSELVES IN AN ISLE OF MONSTERS SUCH A MONIKER BELIES THE GREATER GOOD THAT WILL COME EVEN THE ISLAND'S CITIZENS ARE VULNERABLE TO THE VOID-REAVINGS THEY ARE EQUALLY IN NEED OF RESCUE THE LANDSCAPE KNOWS IT ITSELF IT HAS HOUSED OUR ULTIMATE-NULLER IN A HOUSE OF ROCK HOW COURTEOUS WE WILL HAPPEN UPON IT SOON...
He skittered along trees half looking for the objective and half lost in his own ministrations.