#† 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕟𝕦𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕖 ≫

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     Magnus had been holed up in this building for quite some time, waiting for his brother to return. They’d been separated by a hoard of zombies at the last place they’d been scrounging from, and this was their emergency location. Magnus feared the worst; that Ragnor was dead, but he refused to leave, either out of daft hope or the sense of security of the known. Safety.         That was, until, he heard feet on the rooftop. Magnus swung his machete to face the open window and the cool night air. His eyes widened as a tall form stepped through, one arm encircling his torso, palm pressed to a not-yet-healed wound on his stomach. “I–I have nothing of value here,” Magnus stated, uneasy that he could not see the other’s features in the darkness.  

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                          OFF THE COAST OF GUATEMALA - FEBRUARY 8TH, 1666

“What the hell do you want with us?” Magnus bared his teeth, a desperate, violent fighter until the very end.

“Not you, with him ,” Their captor kicked Ragnor’s shin, causing the older warlock to snarl, though his eyes narrowed as though he remembered something long forgotten. “He has something of mine and we’d like it back.”

“I doubt that he has anything of yours, at least nothing that wasn’t rightfully taken. Isn’t that right, Ragnor?” Magnus responded protectively. He received silence in return. “Ragnor?”

Ragnor’s gaze shifted from the pirate to Magnus, expression apologetic. “If it’s what I think this ingrate is asking for, it was something given to me long ago. I had no idea that it was so important that someone would come looking for it years down the line.” He looked to their captor again, stony and steeled. “Take it, then. I have no means for it, and it appears that you’re desperate.”

“How kind of you,” The man laughed, harsh and dry, as he reached forward to tear a necklace from Ragnor’s throat, holding the shining metal up to the torchlight. It was something that Magnus had seen adorned on his brother every day he had known him, yet had never questioned nor looked closely at. It was gold and had some sort of glyph on it. Mayan, Magnus assumed. “This was stolen from us. Maybe it wasn’t you, however you aided in this remaining hidden.”

“What use is another piece of treasure? You’re a pirate.” Catarina questioned, nose scrunching as the man bore his teeth, rotten and blackened as they were. He was really a damaging stereotype for the rest of the lot with such bad hygiene.

“This ain’t just a piece of treasure, Miss. It’s cursed.”

Magnus burst into a fit of laughter, finding this all too amusing and ridiculous. Curses were not real . There was plenty in the world that mundanes should fear if they had any sort of logic in their arsenal, however, curses, especially cursed treasures, were just fairytale. Magnus was no fool. This pirate had to be spinning them sort of yarn to take advantage. “Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it.”

The man’s responding grin was foul and sent a shiver of genuine fear down Magnus’ spine, and he shut his mouth instantly, no longer victorious on his higher ground. “Ah, seeing is believing, after all.” He moved a few steps behind him into a pool of moonlight, revealing himself for what he truly was. This pirate was no normal pirate, instead was some sort of undead creature that was only of bones, flesh long gone. His clothes hung off his frame, ragged and torn; hair scraggly and coarse. There were no longer eyeballs, but dark, deep, empty sockets as much a lure as light to a moth. The trio was shocked into silence, openly disgusted by the sight in front of them.

“You’re...really fucking ugly, mate.” Ragnor finally stated, bold as brass as he always had been. The man approached him, skeleton fading behind flesh, and wrapped his fingers around Ragnor’s throat, eyes gleaming threateningly.

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                                                          Sense8 verse

Eight strangers around the globe find themselves connected -- first by a violent vision, then by their shared ability to connect with one another's thoughts and actions, and finally by the urgent need to find out what happened and why. @griefmartyred​

Maya Howell is an FBI Agent from Alert Bay, British Columbia. Her endgame ship is with Lyla St James and her additional side character is her partner, Rachel Brooks. Parallel: Will Gorski. 

Lyla St James is an inventor and hacker from New York City, United States. Her endgame ship is with Maya Howell and her additional side character is her best friend (bookstore owner and fellow hacker) Izaan Chand. Parallel: Nomi Marks. 

Magnus Bane is a business executive and kung fu star from Shanghai, China. His endgame ship is with (firefighter) Alec Lightwood. Parallel: Bak Sun. 

Nila Sharma is an actress from Delhi, India. Her endgame ship is with Jack Daniels and her additional side character is former practicing doctor current set medic, Dr Sarah Rhodes. Parallel: Lito Rodriguez. 

Jack Daniels is a pharmacist and combat medic from Santiago, Chile. His endgame ship is with Nila Sharma and his additional side character is his best friend (Army Ranger), Henry Morgan. Parallel: Kala Dandekar. 

Wyatt Rhodes is a stunt actor from Cape Town, South Africa. His endgame ship is with (sniper) Tim Gutterson. Parallel: Riley Blue. 

Pietro Maximoff is a chauffeur from Vilnius, Lithuania. His endgame ship is with (private security) Theo Weyn and his additional side character is his sister, (psychologist) Wanda Maximoff. Parallel: Capheus Onyango. 

Charlie Matheson is a criminal from Athens, Greece. Her endgame ship is with Nora Clayton and Sebastian Monroe, who are both fellow criminals. Parallel: Wolfgang Bogdanow.