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Presto versus Presto; Open to Mallory.
Who: Presto, Skrull Presto, and Mallory
What: Presto wakes, a battle ensues, and revelations begin
When: Heretime!
Where: From a Skrull ship to outside the Residence
Warnings? Cursing, character death, violence

Presto slowly awoke to noise, awful smells, pain and clamor.

He had been sleeping it felt like, for forever.

He groaned as he fell to the floor and he looked up as a door slid away.

He saw that there was a table, now upright, where he had lain, with a kind of laser pointed at it, and his mind scrabbled for ideas.

Must have kept me unconscious with that Science of magic or...

Then he remembered the awful night when he had been taken and he bolted upright, pain lancing through his body.

"Mallory!"

And he charged out of the room. A knot of strange beings like lizard men came around a corner and one raised something that looked like a gun. Presto's mind boiled with rage as he shouted, voice rough from disuse.

"Presto!"

It was fitting as a ray of green slammed from his hand, that the last thing they heard was his voice.

He charged on.

Several times, he cast spells, subduing enemies, before he found himself outside, staring at the sky, and at the Residence.

What the hell has happened?

And with Mallory in his mind, he ran toward the Residence, only to come face to face with... himself.

"What are you doing loose?"

"What-- you-- you stole my life!"

"You are inferior, and a species to be pitied and contained."

Presto spit anger and his hands blurred as he chanted, and his eyes widened as he saw the other do so as well. Words of magic bloomed and there, before the front of the Residence, magic clashed.

Seconds stretched into minutes, and minutes into over an hour as spells were exchanged, and the ground, a few trees, and even an unfortunate beast that had wandered past were the worst for it.

Presto was tiring fast now, still weak from his effort, and worried, beyond hope, that he was too late.

"Damn you, fall!"

He did the only thing he could and reached out to the Hat, trying to reclaim his mastery to of it. He felt a call, a tug, and a surge, and then power roared out of the Hat, and the alien screamed and changed, becoming a green scaly being.

"I tried to be a good person! I was a good you! I thought I was you! I did good!"

He fell, shuddering and, Presto, slowly, came up to him, unsure what to do. Anger bled away as he looked down at the other and reached down to pick up the Hat, which felt hot in his hands. He looked around and swore, and wished, his hands holding the hat and then reversing it, waving it around, and a wave of healing energy swept the area around them, erasing the damage, healing the trees and even the beastie that had been hurt. And then he looked down at his Doppelganger, tired, and utterly unsure.

What do I do now?