[ Magic has heart and soul in its resonance as it weaves through reality, it narrates the story of its wielder; Billy's is clean and strong like a young storm, Wanda's feels like a crouched lioness, and Loki's is ... chaotic. Unearthly. Defiant of natural laws and not terribly unlike the sorcery that shimmers overhead in a purple wave to send a monster to the ground. He's unable to feel too bad for the dumb creature because a shiver runs down his spine, tickles the hairs on the back of his neck, and he yanks down his hoodie as he spins on a heel because — ]
Doom! [ He would know that powerquake anywhere, even if no one else sensed it. ] Er ... Victor?
[ Although, the face awaiting him isn't the one he expects and he blanches in surprise, eyebrows rising. ]
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Doom! [ He would know that powerquake anywhere, even if no one else sensed it. ] Er ... Victor?
[ Although, the face awaiting him isn't the one he expects and he blanches in surprise, eyebrows rising. ]