Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5180556-20150416032731/@comment-26130256-20150501163916

And here I thought  I could relax a little, Azulius mused grimly, as the same mental effect hitting everyone else came after him. He used Roaring Moxie's glaive form to stabilize himself, as a set of disjointed memories washed over him...

Living in some kind of thieves' guild, studying the art of theft...

Killing his newlywed's brother in a duel, and leaving to never again see her face...

Finding that white-haired woman, then the group called the X-Men...

''So many stories, and versions of the same story... Who was this?''

The noise of Mysterio's neck snapping brought Azzie back to reality. He saw the Venom/Bryan hybrid running around, as if he was struggling against himself. As if it came from another mind entirely (which was becoming depressingly common recently), an idea came to the magician. That exploding rock he threw, it wasn't the rock or explosion that hurt him, it was the loud noise. He focused on his original Semblance, focusing a single musical note towards the black mass. Once he was sure Venom could hear it,  Azzie turned up the volume. Hard.