Agatha Harkness

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itsjustfxust​:   

“Such is the price of the soul magic I wield… I’ve come to accept it.” He remarked as Agatha informed him how vividly she could feel the ghoulish hunger that churned in his gut. A half-scoff escaped him. “You cannot. I have spent my life trying to stay out of my father’s dark shadow and yet, it seems I cannot ever truly escape his legacy.” 

Faust’s expression hardened and then slowly turned into a scowl little by little as his gaze followed around him to the glowing sigils Agatha had been laying upon the ground during her… conversation with him. When he finally brought his gaze back to the woman, he flicked his wrists lightly - out of habit - to which not even a flicker of magical energy ignited. “Damnit. Fooled like an amateur…” He cursed himself. “Harkness, lower these runes this instant.” He stated firmly and solidly. 

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“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes, “Mephistopheles save us from the angsting of mages.” Why people couldn’t just revel in their gifts was beyond her; magic certainly had more benefits than flaws, if you knew how to work it. “Hmm, guess that’s just you Hon, I left my family’s shadow back in the Salem trials.” she chuckled lowly, a charred finger brushing against her brooch.

Agatha let the man get a good look at how trapped he was, there was no need to hurry now and she tutted quietly at his response. With a flick of her own hands a purple aura encircled Faust’s neck, tight enough to be uncomfortable but not to cut off air not speech, “Lesson number two, be nice to the senior witch who’s currently got you trapped within her protection spell. If you were really prepared you’d have a warding amulet or some crystalline protection.” She made a point of it now, after all, even Agatha could be caught out by this trick.

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impulsivelykidflash​:

The screams from the church had not gone unnoticed. Once being informed by another Titan to go check it out, Bart had rushed onto the scene. Sadly, he had been too late– one guy was dead. The girl who had been on the verge of losing her tongue had been safely moved away outside down the street– then another, and another, until the only people left in the room were Bart, the dead man, and the witch.     

His hands went to his hips once he was still in front of the witch lady, glaring at her behind his little yellow eye mask. Gold lightning bolts were on either side of his head right behind the shell of his ears, and there was another bolt emblazoned on his chest. Kid Flash to the rescue! “I’m not a traffic cone, I’m Kid Flash!” He had arrived on the scene first, but some other Teen Titans were on the way. “And I’m not a baby– clearly I am an adult grown man.” He puffed his chest out slightly as if to show that he was DEFINITELY a grownup, then suddenly he would vanish. 

Less than a second passed. The metal folding chairs in the room also disappeared with the crackle of gold lighting. Without warning, a metal cage would suddenly appear around the floating witch, the frame and bars all made of bent folding chairs. Satisfied with his handiwork, Bart would stop to the side of the tall metal cage, his arms crossing over his chest. “And you’re going to jail. Why did you kill this guy? Who are you working for? How are you floating like that? His words were fast and he spoke without even stopping to take a breath, everything about him buzzing with speed and energy. 

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“Oh honey,” she grinned and shook her head. Despite not moving, her voluminous purple robes seemed to ebb and flow around the witch as though she were underwater, “You’re biologically at the age where you wake up with a stiffy, but you’re not an adult. None of you are really. If we’re being honest most of us die before we’re really grown up.” She didn’t get much further before the running highlighter was at it again and Agatha was ‘trapped’ in metal cage.

She raised a brow and touched down, uncaring about the blood that would get on her shoes, “Oh dear, trapped in a cage, whatever shall I do.” Agatha smirked and raised her blackened fingers, “Pluma ad reformationem.” The cage sparked with a deep purple aura before bursting into a feather that floated to the ground. As the feathers covered her, the witch vanished, reappearing moments later, sitting casual as can be on one of the tables in the room, “You see, adults know their own minds, they can’t be easily coerced, nor manipulated, or controlled, like a puppet,” she jovially wigged her fingers at Bart.

“You however can be subjected to all of those things kiddo. But I’m feeling pretty generous tonight, I did get my virgin eyes and liver after all,” she sighed, “Guess I’ll have to fork out the holy bones for the tongue though, can’t afford to hang around much longer.” By this point she was talking to herself more than Bart, “But first, a lesson.” she grinned, “Crura lapis.” Agatha intoned, the spell designed to turn Bart’s legs to stone, or at least, have him believe they were stone, and therefore not move. “Now to answer your questions,” she continued, “I needed some ingredients, I work for myself and I happen to be a witch.” Agatha rose from the chair and walked towards Bart, smirking, “And you know what happens to little boys who stumble into a witch’s lair, don’t you?”  

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When: Evening (Date Unknown :P) Where: Central City - Abstinence Club Meeting With: Bart @impulsivelykidflash​

“Oh whistle why you work,” Agatha hummed to herself, stepping over a puddle of blood and delicately plucked the eye from a now dead man. “Honestly, I never usually collect ingredients myself buuuuut virgin body parts are so damn expensive.” she looked over at the magically bound and cowering members of the abstinence club, “You kiddos are practically unicorns in this day and age and Momma’s not made o’money.” 

She placed the eye into the jar she had floating by her side and floated over to another woman who screamed as she closed in, “Oh calm down toots, I only need your tongue, if you behave I won’t have to crush your heart like that guy, he called me a crazy bitch? I mean c’mon, bitch for sure but never crazy.” she chuckled, lifting her hand before a yellow blur rushed past and spirited the woman away. 

Agatha blinked, then turned to see a young man standing before her... and promptly burst out laughing, a full on witch’s cackle, “Oh c’mon? All the goodie goodie’s in the city and I get the walking pubescent traffic cone? Oh baby boy you are so out of your depth right now.” she said fondly, like she was talking to a toddler trying to play grown up which, to her, Bart might as well have been. 

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When: Evening (Date Unknown) Where: New York - Baxter Building - Reed’s Lab With: Reed @fantasticdoctorreed​

Agatha liked to consider herself a dabbler in all the mystic arts; it was difficult to reach her age and not have dipped a toe into every discipline. One of her less used avenues was future-sight. She knew it was unreliable and more often than not, wasn’t worth acting on either. Unless it came in a dream and very detailed...Those shouldn’t be left alone unless they suited her design.

So, it was time to pay a visit to some dear friends, the Richards’, well, Richards and Storm? Did Sue keep her hubby’s name? Agatha never had a chance to ask sine they were usually exchanging blows at the time. Regardless, it was easy enough to teleport herself into the Baxter Building and she floated down a few corridors before catching a sight that brought her up short. 

An ass. 

A pretty nice ass, don’t get her wrong, but the waist was currently stretching out of the room and down the hall. Well, no prizes for guessing the owner. She smirked and floated over, touching down and regarding the shapely rear end for a moment before shrugging and smacking her palm right across the cheek, “Hoo, bet you could bounce a quarter of this bad boy Stretch, if you weren’t a married man I’d be making a few more moves back here.” She said, her witch’s cackle following her words. 

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itsjustfxust​:

His gaze upon the woman took a noticeably sharpened turn as she teased him about his ‘hunger’. Soul magic was powerful, but there weren’t many out there that could recognize its subtle signs so readily. If anything it was just a testament to the power Agatha reportedly wielded - if the reports about her were to be believed. And Faust saw no reason that they shouldn’t be heeded cautiously. “… I’ll make a note of that.” He stated with sarcasm at her innuendo.

A heavy sigh escaped him, though it should have came at no surprise that Agatha was completely aware of his father. “Indeed.” Was the only remark he had regarding ‘bad decisions’ being tied to his family name. It wasn’t as if he was free of fault, despite trying for so long to stay out from underneath his father’s twisted shadow. His body tensed defensively when the witch suddenly glided up to him and cupped his chin in her malformed fingertips.

“I am neither a child nor an amateur seeking tutelage in the arcane arts, Harkness…” Faust started, but eyed the mess he had made. “Admittedly, however, it had been some time since my craft was turned against demon-kind. Perhaps some pointers are in order.” He added - the curiosity at her statement about eyes clear in his gaze though his body struggled to express the emotions in earnest. You could chalk it up to some sort of blessed, scholarly pursuit to take the opportunity to have even the slightest insight into the magics of Agatha Harkness without being on the receiving end of them.

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Agatha smirked, “Oh, did baby Faust think he was hiding his secret desire?” she teased, “Sorry babykins, I’ve been at this game a long time and lemme tell ya the hunger’s rolling off you in waves, if we were talking hormones you’d have the whole collage cheer-squad and football team out here sniffing at yer pits.” she laughed at her own image and his response to her playful flirtation, “Make sure you do hon, I like to be sure I leave an impression behind me... among other things.” Well, she was on a roll this evening.

She floated about him a little more, still being careful to avoid the spilled blood, and chuckled at his response, “Seems there much you can do about it huh? I sympathise with ya there though, you can choose your friends but you cannot choose your family.” The brooch on her collar weighed more heavily on some days when family crossed her mind. But! Today wasn’t one of them.

“No, but you are the junior mage here and it’s rude to disrespect your elders hon.” she said, wiggling one charred finger at him. With a grin at his acceptance, Agatha’s hovering finally came to a spot and she touched down in the blood, completely unbothered by it despite how much she’d avoided it earlier, “Well, here’s lesson one, kiddo, always pay attention to your surroundings and what the people in them are doing she cradled one elbow in her other hand and clicked her fingers. At once, several shapes drawn in the blood lit up, “Runes.” she smirked, “For a basic protection spell, only the mage who cast the runes can use their magic in that given space.” she spread her arms, “So right now you’ve got all the power of a six-foot grumpy cucumber.”    

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itsjustfxust​:

There was another twitch in the sorcerer’s eyebrow as Agatha teased about the existence of this perceived ‘kink’ of his. As she glided over the blood, Faust felt the ripples in the air like the sloshing of water. There was a tightening sensation in his chest and something akin to a tugging in his gut - the call of his soul magic and an intense desire to sample the soul of one as powerful as she. He forced the sensation back with a hard swallow and kept his gaze on her as she spoke.

“Accurate on the first guess, actually. My infamous father, Felix Faust, had a twisted idea was passed as bargaining chips when it came to demonic deals. I have been dealing with the ramifications of that bargain for decades now.” He explained without really explaining. Normally, Faust tried to avoid divulging too much about his demonic connections; though his eyes alone made that difficult at times. Yet, it was always easier and often times wiser to keep the air clean between two magical talents. The desire to know the unknown was often more of a danger to a true student of magic than the truth.    

Part of him wondered just how much detail A.R.G.U.S. let come to light about his momentary lapse in character that threatened the existence of magic itself. Knowing the organization, they most likely tried to keep the ordeal as secretive as possible - if only to save their own face. After all, the very life of magic itself being put into danger by A.R.G.U.S.’s top warlock and head of magical affairs wasn’t exactly good press.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when Agatha drifted back over to him and gestured at him; rambling about the power she felt emanating from him. “Comes with the family legacy, I’m afraid.” He remarked. 

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Agatha grinned, “Ohhhh, feeling a little hungry are we sir?” she teased, laughing a little as she continued to float around the space, “I wouldn’t recommend it, I don’t go down easy,” she stage whispered, then smirked and added, “Well sometimes I do but that involves lobster and a few bottles of Chardonnay.” Agatha was never one to deny herself anything she desired, power, knowledge, people, all came under the same headings of ‘want it’ and ‘get it.’

“Ah, you related to THE Faust, it’s a powerful name wrought with bad decisions; I swear Pandora led a life of less fuck-ups.” she floated close again and made to cup his chin in a hand, her sharp nails and charred fingers looking as though they’d been burned through centuries ago, “And here you are,” she cooed, voice now surprisingly soft, “A little boy still bearing the sins of the father.” she sighed, then as abruptly as it came her heaviness returned to its usual levity, “Don’t envy ya kiddo, between the weight of the name and the chip on your shoulder it’s amazing you don’t live your life bent to the waist.”

“I’d say that makes you worthy, for the moment anyway, so you’ve got nothing to fear from me.” Agatha didn’t make an enemy out of every other magic-user she encountered; truthfully there were some she got on with quite well. The talented, so long as they remained so, had every right to their powers and provided they didn’t cross her designs there was little need for battle. “Though living up to a family legacy’s no picnic.”

“If you ever want a little lesson or two in more...” she twirled a finger slightly, “Clean methods of demonic banishment just say; it’s been a while since I shared my knowledge and that eyes I’m waiting to pick up haven’t gone to bed yet, so I have time.” She grinned, knowing full well that was a loaded statement to leave unexplained.      

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itsjustfxust​:

If there was one thing about magi, it was that they could usually be sensed before you ever saw them if you knew what to look for - so to speak. The energy that seemed to radiate from this woman had been picked up just a few moments before she appeared in a whirl of purple smoke - and when she strolled over and slapped his ass, Faust’s normally flat expression turned into one of confusion and slight irritation for a moment.

“Bond-….? No. I was restraining the demon and I gave him the option to go back to the Hells he came from. He decided not to take me up on that offer and so… he is no more.” Faust explained. “I have a personal… history, when it comes to demonic entities. Don’t really like them all too well.” He added to answer her question. He raised an eyebrow slightly as she talked about having her business interrupted, but when she introduced himself there was a noticeable widening in his eyes - slight, but noticeable.      

“Harkness. That’s a name I’ve seen come up in musty tomes from time to time, but I was never quite sure you actually existed.” He mused. “Faust.” He gave a small nod of introduction. “Well, Sebastian Faust, if I must. There was a feeling in his gut warning him to be careful with this one - but like everything, it seemed muffled and diluted. Hard to focus on without deliberate effort.

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“Hey now,” Agatha raised both hands in a gesture of surrender, a large smirk on her face, “No need to justify your kinks to me sweetie; s’no skin off my nose what you do to get your magical tomes a-flapping.” she chuckled and rose slightly into the air to float over the blood as she surveyed the scene, the power generating the movement gave a slight rippling effect to her hair and clothes, almost as though she were floating underwater.

“Besides, when have ya ever heard of a demon who wants to go back to hell?” she tittered lightly, “It’s hardly the Four Seasons down there unless you got a couple on million damned souls under your belt.” Or a cult following from Earth providing power, though Agatha had never strayed into that area of magic; she got all the power she needed from the unworthy and her own knowledge. “Ohhhh, now there’s a juicy lil’story,” she cooed, “What happened Hon? Family sold your soul? Raised in a cult? Moved into the wrong haunted house?”

Her smirk only widened when he recognised her, it was delicious to be infamous. “Oh I’m as real as the plague and much more palatable. Hmm, Faust,” she floated closer and touched down in another clean space, “Speaking of delicious... you’ve got a hefty amount of power whirling around in there dontcha?” she gestured at his chest, “Power like that gets a girl curious.”  

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itsjustfxust​:

“How dare you attempt to bind me, mortal!!” A brackish voice bellowed throughout the open street in which he stood. Jutting from the ground at five points around him, stone spires latched themselves to the voice’s owner - a towering, scarlet-skinned demon of at least eight or nine feet and with a headful of horns instead of hair - with multiple strands of shimmering violet chains. 

“Vincula quae ligant, restringunt et trahunt; Impero tibi - obstringere!“ Faust stood several yards down the pavement; arms raised at his sides as he chanted. The air spiraled as he chanted, circling a ring of dust around his feet as the chains tensed and pulled the demon in all five directions. “Your power is tainted! I can smell the demonic energy radiating from you, little warlock…” The demon growled. “You think yourself above our kind?!”

Faust’s gazed hardened and narrowed slightly before relaxing once more into the stern and focused one he had held before. His shattered-looking irises shimmered with the same rich, violet energy that manifested the chains. “You speak entirely too much, demon. Silence - and crawl back to the Hells you came from. You are not welcome on this plane!” Faust stated solidly. An insidious cackling filled the air from the demon. “I will never go back there.” 

“Suit yourself then.” Faust fired back as the wind sharply whipped even more violently around him and he lifted a couple of feet into the air. Magic radiating from him, forming mystic sigils around his outstretched hands. “Snaihc, esufni!” Faust shifted magical dialect as the chains on the stone spires began to sinking themselves into the demon - feeding themselves like ribbon into a machine. “What, are you doing?! How does feeding me power help you?!” The demon demanded but Faust ignored him. With a loud crumbling sound, the spires shot out of the ground and levitated in place - drawing closer as the chains dwindled in length but retaining their tension to keep the demon bound in place. 

Faust drew his hands in front of him and balled his fists. “Begone!” His voice echoed as he yanked his arms apart once more - sending the spires and chains soaring outwards in five directions and shredding the demon apart in the process. Thick, green blood sprayed itself in the air like a cloud and coated the area where the demon once stood. Faust slowly lowered to his feet and wiped a few drops from his cheeks. “I hate demons.” He muttered.

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“Well,” Agatha appeared from thin air in a whips of purple smoke, her clothes and hair seemed to float and ripple around her as she glided forward over of the demon’s spilled blood towards Faust. “Aren’t you a sexy little piece of demon destroying meat.” she said, floating up beside the man and (unapologetically) smacked him on the rear, “I thought I senses a little demonic presence around here, if I’d known it was a hot guy into bondage I’d have gotten here sooner.” she laughed at her own words and touched down a few feet from Faust in a space where the demon’s blood hadn’t landed. “So what’s your story handsome? It isn’t every day a fella makes a point of dealing with hellspawn so violently.”

She shuddered at her words before laughing again, “Not that I’m complaining, that little fella was throwing a wrench in my business and you’ve saved me a job. So is there anything I can do for you-Oh!” she paused and put a hand to her chest, “I’m so sorry, I haven’t introduced myself; the name’s Agatha Harkness, lovely to new face in the magical community.” Her smile and posture was welcoming but, if the man knew anything of her reputation from her name, he’d be on edge.  

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It was Agatha all along!

[agathaxxharkness]

I take power from the unworthy; it's kinda my thing.

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