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In Parahumans: Earth Drega → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In a weird sense, Landon was almost thankful for the (admittedly very frightening) arrival of Shattercrash, as it made the fact that he recoiled one of his giant wings from the mere touch of Decree a mere footnote on the mountain of other messes that immediately occurred afterwards. A burning sense of shame was starting to eat through him, given that very poor display. What an introduction; crying like a little baby at a loud noise and curling up into a ball. Sadly, though, it was simply instinctual. Hell, the noise was still ringing audibly in his canid ears, leaving his head pounding. Still, there were silver linings...Like the fact that all this built-up stress was actually growing him out a bit more, and with that, more of his lovely noise-cancelling fur and feathers, aiding to shut him out from whatever may be going on outside his bubble.

For a time, all Landon could hear was the collage of barely-audible voices from, what he assumed, were his fellow Wards. What snapped him out of it was when Ms. Axiom began to speak up; even when he could only just hear her, he could instantly tell it wasn't one of them, and it was enough to make him barely poke his head out, which...Made it astonishingly obvious. Yes, somehow, Landon had grown since he had last shown that featureless face of his, by at least a few feet. All the piling up tension and anxiety was really getting to him! But as Axiom unmasked herself and tried her best to ease the energy of the room. For Landon, at least, it worked; while a knot certainly grew in his stomach at the comment that, one day, they would have to stand alone, he took great comfort that those with seniority in both age and experience would be there to protect and guide them, for as long as they could. Just as suddenly as he had seemed to shoot up in size, the others could also visually see him downsize, getting just about to where he was a few minutes ago; perhaps even a smidge smaller. His eyes were definitely on the adults now.

...However, embarrassing as it was, there was a brief spike in his activity once more when Grandmaster spoke a single, simple statement. Their training...How could he forget? Sure, they'd figured out pretty quickly that as far as his actual powerset went, Landon had an astonishingly firm grasp on it, but when they tried to actually make him combat ready? He froze up. Made a fool of himself. He...He was scared. He was terrible at confrontations, and a fight was that and so, so much more. And so much worse! Even then, though, he had managed to pick up a thing or two. He just hoped it'd be enough for him not to be a deadweight on the team...

When the next voice spoke up, Landon's body instinctually bristled. It recognized that voice; the loud one who'd slammed in here without a care in the world. His eyes darted quickly to look them over. She was...Well, she was as colorful as she was loud, is how he'd put it. It was more purple than he'd ever seen on a single thing in his life, from her hair to costume, which looked closer to a SWAT suit than the ol' cape and spandex. There was also that scar, running across the bridge of her nose. He couldn't imagine what would've caused an injury like that, though...In fairness, he'd never really been injured before, especially not so badly as to gain a scar. Her words, however, are what caught him the most. Really? The training hadn't done anything for her? That was...An intimidating prospect. For him, however brief his time training had been thus far, it was a grueling ordeal. To imagine somebody so nonplussed about it made him feel all that much smaller.

...Which made it quite ironic that that mounting tension in his body caused him to grow out a bit once more, new feathers and fresh patches of fur growing in as his body grew out just that bit more.

Still, her question hadn't gone unnoticed, and two people had already answered her. One was...Um, wait. Were there...Three of her? His eyes darted to and fro, uncertain as to whom he should be looking at. Would it be rude if he looked at the wrong one? Or was there even a 'wrong' one? What would it even be like, having multiples of yourself?...He knew he certainly wouldn't like the idea of more of himself, at least. Though at least then, he'd have someone who'd get what all this stuff feels like. Briefly shaking his head, Landon tried to focus himself on what exactly she was talking about. Powers, yeah! So, she could put stuff away into a little pocket space or some such, and have it pop out anywhere amongst her three selves, which (thankfully for him) she clarified as all being 'her'. So they were all the right one! It was pretty much impossible to catch underneath all his fur, but Landon gave a sigh of relief. There was more she was starting to say, but it seemed she had cut herself off, perhaps wanting to avoid rambling. He could get that. However, what he didn't expect was when she began bringing out several bags of candy. Where had she gotten it all?...Would he even want to know? Still, it was a nice gesture, and....Well, he hadn't gotten to eat anything before he headed out.

With a disturbing lack of noise, Muninn rose from the couch, towering over the other residents of the room. He very tentatively approached Tandem, his pearlescent eyes wavering with concern. Both that he'd make a full of himself, or that he might end up scaring somebody; especially the person in question that he had approached. "Are...Are you sure? I can try one?" Once she gave her assent, he very cautiously picked out a small taffy of sorts, which looked comically small trapped between his talons. To be honest, Landon was dreadfully curious how this would taste. He'd never really had sweets before...After fumbling with the wrapper for a brief moment, he had freed his treat, and hastily popped it into his...Fur? Well, it did make it to his mouth, but he ate it this way so he didn't have to show it off. Of all the parts of this form, that thing really freaked him out. It had even given Claire a start when she first saw it, and he understood how bad of a sign that had to be. So...Better if it stayed tucked behind all the fluft.

Landon went about chewing down the sweet, and you could see his large eyes somehow growing larger. They were called 'sweets', but having never had much of anything sweet in his life, it was like a explosion in his mouth. To the point where, at first, he even staggered back a bit, as if physically struck. The striking sensation he was experiencing was even enough to pull away from his stress and fears, bringing him down to size and evening him back out to about how he looked prior to Shattercrash's abrupt arrival. When he finished it, however, he realized he'd almost forgotten to show his appreciation. While it was definitely too polite of a showing for such a small action, the nearly 13-foot birdman gave a deep bow. "Th-thank you! Very much!" Landon was a lot of things, but impolite was never one of them.

Shortly afterwards, however, his attention was stripped away as the girl he'd been speaking to prior, Faith (or rather, Decree; what a cool-sounding Cape name!), gave her piece. Her power was...Honestly, given his experience from before, exactly what he would've expected. So, her words can hold sway over people...No wonder she'd been stressed out before, worrying about what she could've done to him. Still, what caught him even more off-guard was the mention of earpieces. Wait, when did...? Oh. It might've been around where he had...Curled into a ball. Again. His ears drooped in quiet shame upon the realization, but he pushed past it, picking up one of the fancy boxes that held these earpieces. How...Would these work for him? Sure, it wasn't like he didn't have ears, but they weren't exactly human ones, either....A sudden spine-tingling realization crossed his mind. Was his brain even human when he was like this?! With a new onset of terror, whatever the sweet had done to bring him down to ground level had been left in the dust, another abrupt spurt of growth showing up as he quietly pondered that terrifying implication. The whole time he pondered such a thing, he never even moved to open the casing and take his earpieces. He probably should've, but...Well, he only had Decree to worry about, right? If what she'd tried earlier was the norm, then he didn't feel too concerned. And besides, it felt cruel to him, practically calling her out by having these things be a necessity for their team. So, for now, he'd leave it be....Though if one of the adults pushed for it, he'd no doubt scurry to put them in however he could manage.

Recognizing the lull of activity after Decree gave up her power, Muninn realized this could be a chance for his own introduction. But...Could he honestly do that? Maybe he'd be better off if he...No! Nope! Those thoughts were the exact kind of things Claire had warned him about! Giving himself a quick pat to the head to snap him into things, he (albeit with no small amount of reluctance), spoke. "Ah....I, well...I think it's a bit self-explanatory. I have wings. I, uh, can fly. Pretty well, I think! I'm stronger than a normal person, though, um...I'm not sure by how much. I haven't tried that hard in...In those regards." His giant pale eyes darted nervously across the myriad faces around him, anxious for reactions. Wait! No! He could still say more stuff! Maybe it'd be important! "Oh! Uh, my fur? I-It kinda works like a sound muffler. I think...It's why I still sound so quiet, even though I'm so big. Vocally, I mean. When it comes to moving around and the like, I'm completely silent. Same with my feathers, like an owl, almost. Though, I can't do the whole, um...Y'know..." Nervously, he twists his head as far as he could, showing that he could not, in fact, rotate his head like an owl's. God, if he could, he'd be even more scared of himself. He gave a pathetic little laugh at his best attempt at a joke.

"Ah!" Landon started up again, dropping as much as he could before he was inevitably shot down and likely skulked back into the shadows - of both this room, and of the conversation. He pointed out his eyes and ears. "I have a...Kind of night vision? I'm...I'm not entirely sure how to explain it, but I can see well in the dark. And my ears are sharp, too! A...Little too sharp." His big eyes glanced towards Shattercrash, not quite accusingly, but...More like pleadingly, as if to say 'Please, don't do that again. Please.' Lastly, he flexed his arms out a bit, showing them in all their unusually scaly glory. "Parts of me that aren't covered up already are, um...Like this. The scales are pretty tough. And my talons, uh, can cut through quite a lot. I'd...Rather not give an example though."

Alright, he'd said his piece. Awkwardly, given his staggering size, Muninn shuffled away from the center of attention. In fact, were it not for him clearly standing heads and shoulders above her, it'd almost look like he was shadowing Decree, as if using her like a barrier between himself and whatever future conversation broke out.
In Parahumans: Earth Drega → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Someone new walked in. Wait, how many Wards were there supposed to be? It wasn't a question he'd really considered...He hoped not too many more; he wasn't sure he could handle the pressure if the group was too large! At any rate, his almost moon-like eye tracked the newcomer as they made their way into the room proper. He watched as they, too, passively scanned the gathered masses of the Meeting Room, and simply...Took a seat, without a single word uttered. Either there was someone more stressed out here than him (doubtful), or the more likely answer...Whoever that girl was, she was extremely composed, especially, at least from his perspective, given the situation. That was frightful in its own right, and meant that his stare didn't linger much longer than that...Well, beyond taking in their choice of costume. At least there wasn't a cloak! Still, her choice of attire would've probably ended up popping more if the group wasn't so full of dull, lifeless colors...Part of which was his own fault, not that he could control the color of this form.

Landon didn't get much time to weigh group aesthetics, though, as another new face came in. He could feel another spike in his anxiety as more and more Wards emerged, his plumage and fluft growing ever denser in response. Still, what actually caught him off-guard was just how she looked. Er, not to say she looked bad or anything! No, no! In fact, honestly, he found her costume design to be the most appealing thus far, and it definitely stood out against the dull and dreary tones most of the rest were packing. No, it was just...Past the Capes stuff, the newcomer reminded him a bit of Claire...At least, on sheer face value. This girl was taller, certainly, but they both had thin builds, pale complexions, and blonde hair, though...Yeah, the new girl's hair was a few shades brighter, for certain. Claire's could almost come off as ghostly white in certain lighting.

Suddenly realizing that he was just peering out at the newcomer this whole time, Landon abruptly broke eye contact. God, if she saw that, she'd totally think he was some creep or something! How would he even begin to explain that?! "Oh, I'm sorry, you look just like my one and only friend in the whole world!" Stupid! He tucked himself deeper, as if trying to collapse in on himself like a black hole, but something wouldn't let him do that. Footsteps. Not just any footsteps...They were approaching. What?! Why?! In a panic, he freed one of his silvery eyes from his self-made prison once more, quivering with tension as he realized the girl from before was the one making her approach. Oh, nononono....She'd totally seen it! He was going to get chewed out, or blackmailed, or...

Landon had been completely lost in his own headspace by the point that Faith had actually touched down to his location, seated comfortably next to him. Her words were much nicer than he'd been bracing for. That got him out of his shell again, meekly peering out from the darkness of his wings that engulfed his form. He was quietly thankful for his ever-present wings now; they did an excellent job at hiding the worst of his form, and even more importantly, the trembling of his arms and legs. You could hardly tell he was nervous, if not for his giant, lightly quivering eyes. When she spoke, however, something odd happened...Yet something familiar, because he'd felt something like this before. Even earlier today, as a matter of fact.

She'd touched his mind.

For that moment, the anxiety and terror plaguing him was replaced with a mild confusion, even evident as his eyes blinked a few times, any hint of his prior concern temporarily masked...Not entirely by his own volition, but probably much more than the girl next to him fully grasped. The experience was familiar, yes, but distinct; with Claire, it was like being lulled into a sleep, and feeling your sensibilities numb out, but for this stranger? It felt more like his mind being shoved in a direction it never asked to be. Or, well...Perhaps that was a bit harsh. More accurate to the sensation he felt, it was like a gentle nudge, one that was barely noticeable for him, not just due to the gargantuan task that would be him actually not worrying for once in his miserable life, but from a gained tolerance to these forms of influence. Still, though, what a bizarre coincidence! As if she hadn't seemed similar enough to Claire before...He almost wanted to laugh, but he couldn't muster up such a response in this situation.

When Landon watched her practically recoil at the incidental use of her ability, it seemed to gain the opposite reaction she would probably anticipate; slowly, his wings unfurled to his side, freeing his full height as he now sat up straight, towering awkwardly over her as he couldn't help but tilt his head in confusion, his strangely fox-like ears perking up with the motion. Was it really so concerning? She hadn't meant any harm with it, clearly, and it was an accident. Surely she couldn't blame herself for that? He looked on sadly to her for that brief moment, but she bounced back, granting him a name and requesting his in kind. But...Crap! Was Faith her Cape name, or her real one?! It could be either! Sure, it'd be a strange name for a Cape, but aren't they all kind of strange? Oh God, how was he supposed to respond?! If he gave the wrong one, he'd look like a moron! Hidden underneath the gathering of fur and feather, his breathing picked up in pace, his body silently heaving as his anxiety mounted. Eventually he blurted something out. "Muninn! Or Landon! Oh, uh, Muninn's the name when I'm like this, but my real name's Landon!"

Vomiting all of that onto her, he gave a groan of disgust at himself before he recoiled yet again, revealing his green, scaly arms as his taloned hands clasped the sides of his head in embarrassed agony. Could he have mucked that up any more royally?! Already, his wings were starting to instinctively close in around him once more, as if forming a much-needed sanctuary from his failings. That was, until someone smashed straight into the room.

"AHH!"

His natural instinct was panic at the abrupt, jarringly loud noise, changing how he held his head from a position of shame to one of defensiveness, his hands clasped tightly over his sensitive ears as the explosion of nerves caused a scattering of his jet-black feathers to shoot off from him like someone smashing open a pillow filled with down, which he'll certainly have time to be embarrassed about after he emerges from his seclusion, as yet again his wings formed up around him, turning Landon back into a ball of pitch-black nothing.
In Parahumans: Earth Drega → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The Rafferty Estate, 8:40 AM
June 19th, 2021

"This is too sudden! It was one thing to join, but we're being told to all meet together! For the first time! Oh, God, I think I'm gonna be sick..."

"Landon, you need to breathe. Also, you're molting."

"I am?! Oh, nonono! Stop! Stop it!"

The scene playing out in the elegant and well-kept bedroom of one Claire Rafferty would've been humorous if the sheer, honest panic of one of its residents wasn't so absolutely palpable, that being Landon Mandel, who was busy trying to keep the sprouting feathers across his arms from going any further than that, as the jet-black feathers were hastily shaken off his arm, cast against the once-pristine floor the pair of them stood on. "You know panicking further doesn't help it. Just take a deep breath. Relax." Claire was the voice of reason that brought him back down, bringing his shaky and labored breathing back down to something manageable, as any signs of his transformation slowly sank back down. "...Thanks. I-I'm sorry about the feathers, I'll-" Before he could finish his thought, Claire merely held a hand up to stop him. To most, her blank stare was exactly that; completely emotionless, almost terrifyingly so, but Landon had spent enough time around her to recognize that ever-so-faint spark of concern with them. "I can handle it. You have better things to be doing."

Taking a cautious few steps forward, Claire tentatively put a hand on Landon's shoulders, a slight smile across her face as the window behind them cast morning light upon her, illuminating her pale form and cascading through her golden hair. "I know you're scared, and you have every right to be. But you promised the both of us that you would do this, and I don't think a simple meeting is enough to stop you. Right, Landon?" While clearly hesitant to answer it, he eventually gave a curt nod of his head. Her smile grew just a bit larger. "Good. Now, you don't have much time, so you should get going. Show them your good side, Landon."

"...I have a good side?"

"...Don't ruin the moment. And I'm serious, you should go. It's already eight forty."

That got him to shake his proverbial (and eventually literal) tail-feathers. "I-It's already that late?! I have to go! Oh God, if I'm late to this..." Thankfully for him, his freshly flared-up anxiety over such a possibility was pushing his ability back into work, as fur and feathers alike began to coagulate across his form. Rushing to the bedroom window, he gave one last look to his only friend in the world. "...I'll try my best to show that good side you can see." With a nervous smile, he was pushed over the edge by that small, terrifying pledge he made, as his form twisted and flexed into its new shape. Talons found purchase as the window was pushed up, and in spite of his new size, he slid out into the morning sky with ease. Time to get to work.


Protectorate Headquarters, 8:44 AM
June 19th, 2021

You know, it was something Landon had long since taken for granted in his old life, but now, it was a fact that seemed all too obvious to him now. People rarely looked above themselves. That much was obvious as he sailed through the morning skies, moving too fast for his cast shadow onto the streets to stir any potential attention, and his silent wingbeats carrying him through the winds in broad daylight, the many civilians below oblivious to the avian creature in flight above them. Thank goodness for that! He was already stressed enough, running short on time and with all the pressures both self-applied and not weighing him down. The last thing Landon wanted was to cause a public stir by becoming some kind of cryptid sighting. So it was with this thought lingering on his mind that he made record time in his flight through the city airways.

As he made his mute landing beyond the whish of air to the first checkpoint, Landon could already feel all eyes on him as the guards seemed to almost size him up. Not that it was a surprising occurrence, but it still didn't hurt any less each time this sort of thing happened. Sure, he was a 12-foot bird-monster, but he was a 12-foot bird-monster with feelings still! It felt awful being put under such scrutiny, so he was quick to present the proper credentials to get him moving. If this was how the average guard would view him, he was even more concerned as to how his fellow Wards might perceive him. In response to this mounting fear, he could feel feathers and fur grow out across his form just that bit more, making him all the more upset.

Landon passed his way down the stainless-steel hallway, and perhaps his curiosity getting the better of him, he ran one of his razor-sharp talons across it. Beyond making an awful noise that made him almost instantly flinch away, there wasn't even a mark on it. Well, that shouldn't surprise him much; this place was made with Capes in mind, so of course its defenses would be state-of-the-art. Not exactly the same as clawing his way into a vending machine. And so he kept walking, his wings flexing and fidgeting awkwardly behind him, as if they had a mind of their own. He was used to this sort of feeling; even if this place was more spacious that most, being inside anywhere caused his new form to tense up a bit. He definitely preferred somewhere more open, where he could feel the air against his wings. Anywhere else nowadays felt at least mildly claustrophobic. Still, he couldn't let that hold him back...Even if, admittedly, the closer and closer he neared his destination, the more he felt his body lag and hesitate. He could feel his stomach churn as his approach neared its end. In here, he'd be meeting everyone who would be his teammates, as well as the professional Capes leading and teaching them...How on Earth could he ever measure up to all of this? Maybe he would be better off if he...

Shaking away his feelings of self-doubt, Landon recalled his promise. He had to try. And so, he stepped forward.


Protectorate HQ, 8:46 AM
June 19th, 2021

'Wow, this is really spacious.' Was mercifully the first thing that passed his mind as he stepped into meeting room proper. In fact, he had enough space to properly shift his wings a bit, as they folded out several feet to flex out some of their tension, before compacting themselves back to not be so obstructive. The place seemed awfully comfy, with even a TV and some gaming consoles off to the side...Not that he'd ever played such a thing, but he knew of them, at least. However, he knew he couldn't distract himself forever, and looked to the actual inhabitants of the room, his large silvery domes that were the eyes of this form passing across all the new faces, his body tensing up with each one he visually passed.

There were the Protectorate members in the room, of course. Grandmaster was the first one he noticed, and the one who definitely brought the most tension to him. He was stoic and composed, with a look that, at least for Landon, always made him feel as if he was being looked through, instead of at. Next, though, was a more comforting sight (at least for him; he could imagine most people might not agree), but Mr. Nightstalker made his eyes turn up like crescent moons, pleased to see him here. For one, it simply made Landon feel better to not be the only one with an...Abnormal appearance, putting it politely, but it also helped that they were just a genuinely nice person, from what little he'd interacted with them. Last but certainly not least was Axiom, their resident Tinker. He didn't know her as well (probably due to the fact that she'd interacted with the other Wards on their costume situation, from what he'd heard, which...Well, he didn't exactly get involved in, to put it simply), but at the very least, she didn't come off as imposing as Grandmaster. He'd take it.

Okay, deep breath now; had to greet them properly. They were their effective bosses, after all. Choking down his fear, Muninn gave a bow to their three seniors (which looked rather awkward given his height), before standing back straight and looking them...Well, he couldn't muster the strength to meet Grandmaster eye-to-eye, so he settled for the vague area around them. "I-It's an honor to be here! I hope I can be of some service!" Alright, he said his piece! Almost immediately, with surprising agility, he lunged for the nearest couch, curling into a near imperceivable ball of darkness upon it once he'd tucked in his arms and legs and wrapped his larger wingset around his form, as if sheltering him from the gaze of everyone present. The real surprise was how little space he seemed to take up on the couch in spite of his height. He had managed to be quite compact...

Slowly recovering from his performance anxiety, one of his bright-white orbs peered out again, glancing over the other would-be Wards. He didn't know any of them, of course, and nothing about them looks-wise really set anything off. Not surprising; that meant he was the weirdest one of them. He'd kinda hoped there'd be at least one like him, but as it was, it seemed he would be isolated in his monsterhood amongst his teammates. Still, their choices for costuming were interesting to parse. One of them was wearing a get-up you'd expect a wastelander from some post-apocalyptic setting to wear, which caught him off-guard. It didn't seem very hero-like. Honestly, it didn't seem like...Anything? Too confused to really grasp the idea behind it, his luminous eye darted to the next one. Now THAT one stood out! It was techy as all get-out, and made him think of Ms. Axiom's design. Perhaps they'd been inspired? Regardless, it was eye-catching, and without even knowing its full purpose, simply looked impressive on its own.

The next one, however, nearly caused him to recoil back into his shapeless dark blob he was on the couch. They were full cloak-and-dagger, with terrifying glowing eyes piercing out from the shadows of their hooded figure. Though...Did he really have the right to be scared by that? He kinda had the same thing going on...But when he looked back at it again, he came to his conclusion. Yeah, scary. Was it some kind of intimidation tactic, or did the person underneath all of that really just want to look like a bad guy? And speaking of cloaks, there was another person here with the same setup. Were cloaks really popular in the superhero sphere and he just didn't know? Maybe he could ask for one...Wait, no, that'd mess with his wings. Well, regardless, at least this one's mask was notably less frightful, at least for him. He could only wonder what was going through the minds of his fellow Wards; especially about himself. He was this freaky, lanky bird-monster, and they'd just watched him act like a total teacher's pet. Was that bad? Probably. But he was just used to showing respect, and it was a hard thing to shake off...And honestly, with Grandmaster present, he wasn't sure he had the backbone to try and brush them off in any sense. And so, the squeamish bird-man sat huddled on the couch, fearful of what may come next.
In Parahumans: Earth Drega → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Parahumans: Earth Drega → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Extremely overdue from me lol

In The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Location: Queens, New York; Avengers Academy
Interactions: Everyone


The Professor was hardly surprised by the reactions; they might have been expecting more, or at the very least, personal lodging. However, it would serve a definitive purpose...Well, that, and in all honesty, they had to pay a small fortune in and of itself just to make the Danger Room present in the academy, not to even begin mentioning all the other amenities. Even the massive coffers of Stark Industries could reach their limits, and the academy wasn't far off from such a feat. The most pressing question to respond to would be...
But before Hulk got his chance, it was Rhodey who responded to young Crimson Angel. "They'll be co-ed. If we can't trust you kids to even sit in a room together without something happening, then you'll never manage to work as a cohesive unit." Not exactly how the Headmaster would have liked to put things, but...It was apt. "Yes, that is the...General idea. Regardless of any societal factors, we're hoping you all can find common ground and stand together as a team, eventually. So...That's why we've set things up the way we have. And speaking of, we could start showing everyone to your assigned dorms! Let's see..." As Hulk pulled out an old-fashioned clipboard to view the listing, the most astute members amongst the student body could notice a shift in War Machine's posturing, as if he was hearing something nobody else could. Whatever it was, it didn't take long for it to end, either, and Rhodey wheeled onto the Headmaster. "We got a situation. Or, actually...Two of 'em. One's a pretty high-profile one, but..." Before he finished that thought, War Machine turned to view the children before him once again, as if appraising them. Hulk immediately stepped in with a fierce glare. "They just got here, James. We can't just..."

"Why not? Our line of work, it's always 'out of the frying pan, into the fire'. No villain's gonna wait for them to stop being green, and besides, the suspects seem to be pretty new faces."

Hulk gritted his teeth. How did something like this always happen to them? Eventually, though, he relented when Happy spoke up, instead. "Hey, if doing this means that both problems get solved faster, that has to be better for everybody, right? And can we afford to stand around here debating about it all, or is one of these things serious?" With a groan, Hulk nodded. "...Fine, we'll make it work. Happy, you can take them to the locker room. You'll need to be their chauffeur, too." "Not a problem, Headmaster. Everyone? If you'll follow me..."

Some time later...



The locker room had definitely ended up sounding more humble than it actually was. While in a general sense it was exactly that, the technology involved was far more impressive. The lockers themselves were solid titanium, only accessible through an Avengers card; which all the children had been handed (honorary ones, technically; treating them as if they were probational members of the team) for that exact purpose. According to Hogan, they had even more uses though, such as being how you were meant to access your dorm rooms, and even serving as a communicator between other Avengers cards. It even had full internet access through STARK Satellites, granting them a range of further options, but most notably being an extensive GPS system and even high-quality recording software. To top it all off, it even had a 'stealth mode' of sorts, where you could set it in public to cause it to change its appearance, looking like any kind of card might best disguise itself into your lifestyle for when you were off the clock.
Of course, though, the locker room was mostly important because it held suits for those who needed them, as well as spaces to change if need be. They also had two separate cleaning areas for the genders, serving as both a simple shower room and something much more. That much was obvious by the fact that each of them possessed a sort of 'detox chamber' to be put into should you be suffering adverse effects from any number of poisons or some such. Hell, they went above and beyond for Alcides' locker in particular; it seemed to be hooked up to something back in the Workshop, and at the swipe of his card, called his suit to the location in its compacted, almost gel-like state to flow into him and set itself up however necessary. They spared nothing with this program, that much was certain.

Still, it wasn't long until they were pushed up to the rooftop by Mr. Hogan, guiding them all to a magnificent-looking Quinjet. Not many people had the luxury to ride in one of these bad boys, and now, all of the student body would. Hell, this would be far from the last time. It wasn't long before everyone was seated inside the spacious craft, with Happy taking up the wheel. Before they knew it, they were tearing across the airspace of New York, gliding through the air at impressive speeds. Though they were hardly the top speeds of the Quinjet; he couldn't quite afford to do that when flying so close to a civilian area. While he drove however, Happy shouted back to the students, doing his best to fill them in on their situation as far as his knowledge would go of it. "Okay, kids, from what I know, we've headed to STARK Tower. Sure some of you have seen it; one of Tony's classic monuments to hubris." He couldn't help but chuckle to himself a bit at the snark he gave out. That place sure had a rollercoaster of memories attached to it..."According to what our systems picked up just now, there'd been a break-in with a suspicious grace period before all the fun bits and bobs of the tower tried kicking in. Dunno how someone infiltrated it so easily, but that's that...Beyond that, we know that Mrs. Stark was under attack, and we don't know her current status..." Happy couldn't help but trail off at the thought of Pepper in danger. She was a close friend of his, and he swore to Tony that he'd do everything he could to look after his family while he recovered. If something happened to her, then...

Hogan shook his head out of it. No, these kids didn't need doubt right now; they needed facts. "That means at least one perpetrator, but if the readings we got are accurate, it seems whoever attacked Mrs. Stark was only a part of a larger scheme. There's also been some trace elements of nuclear radiation, which is...Off. You'll all need to stay on your toes, okay? We're closing in." It was true; the massive tower was already visible in the distance, and it'd only be a short time before they were within range to drop off. However...Something distracted Hogan, which would prove costly. While it was hard to judge at first, he saw her tumbling through the air like a doll tossed from a window; it was Rescue, or rather..."PEPPER!" That moment of alarming emotion was what left the Quinjet vulnerable, as a sickly green ray tore straight through one of their wings, sending the vessel plummeting at an alarming pace. "Shit! Everyone, hold on!" Happy was no expert pilot, but it wouldn't stop him from doing his best; with a monumental amount of effort, the students could feel as the hull of the ship skidded harshly against the streets below them, eventually grinding to an unsteady stop. The trip back was going to be...Awkward. Huffing and puffing from the exertion, he turned to the students. Looked like what Rhodey said was more true than they'd even thought..."...You kids may have your work cut out for you. I'll stay here and support you however I can, but you guys need to hit the ground now. Alright?" With that, he flicked a switch, as the landing slope extended from the back of the Quinjet, offering for the students to go to solid ground. It was go time.
In The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@baraquiel @pandapolio

Sorry for taking so long to get back to y'all (especially you bara), but here we go!

Yeah, the main issue with sleep magic is that, at least on things it properly works on, it can quite literally turn a threat off; it makes for a very annoying ability to work around. I'd be willing to let it slide if it required a notable amount of concentration and set-up to work, but overall I think it'd be best if it simply weren't a thing he did.

As for you, Panda, my biggest issue with Taron comes with his speed. Being 'just under the speed of sound' still makes him crazy fast, and even if he doesn't have much directional control when moving at these speeds, it's still more than enough to speed-blitz people, especially when you pair it up with his other superhuman features of strength and durability, effectively making him like some kind of grounded Superman. Overall, I'd prefer if he lost one or the other (strength or speed), because both together means he's insanely strong when compared to the rest of the cast.
In Worm: Earth Drega → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks

In The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I don't intend on bringing her in right away, but...have another character.



Okay, so...There isn't anything inherently wrong with Rhylaen, but me and Kaya both agree that she feels pretty disconnected from, like, anything relating to the Marvel-verse, which makes it stand out like a sore thumb. Just feels off to have an entire race and world and universe separate from our current one with quite literally nothing connecting them beyond these apparent wraiths that sent her here. In essence, we'd prefer something with more ties to the Marvel-verse at large.

Alrighty, hopefully second time's the charm. Hope you like this one better than the last ^u^



Likin' the look of this one! Only two complaints, one much more minor than the other; firstly, I ask that they not be too proficient with the sling ring, because, well...I want an excuse to get y'all into cool Quinjets that will inevitably crash and burn! Can't do that if we have an instant portal service around lol

The second one is more major, though. The Sleep Magic, as it is written right now, is too strong. Effectively, it says that even with its lightest version, it can incapacitate most human combatants for around 5 minutes. Now, of course, this may interact differently with certain super-powered individuals, but for the most part it's just a button that can instantly end most combat scenarios, which is not a fun thing for me to have to write around. I'm open to hearing about other options or retooling this power! If these issues can be addressed, we'll be more than happy accepting Valerian.

...Oh, also, as a personal request from our dear Co-GM Kaya, please don't use that shade of white for his color. It's very hard to parse from the standard white of the text, so it doesn't do its main purpose of standing out from the non-verbal texts.
In The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Heya! Let me know if there's anything I need to edit on this. I'll edit on the Relationship sheet later. Hope you like him! ^u^



Okay, a lot to tackle on this one; I'll start with the biggest general stickler and work my way down. His psionic spellcasting abilities are way too strong. The kid has mental manipulation on levels that would make most characters in the Marvel Universe blush. Hell, even the Sorcerer Supreme himself needs the Eye of Agamotto to pull those sorts of feats, completely warping and subjugating minds. So, simply put, this side of his power would need to be either extraordinarily toned down, or removed altogether.

Now, the other thing. This backstory really makes Agatha look rather vile, and even moreso, downright stupid. But one thing at a time; firstly, from what I could glean online, Agatha isn't the one who founded Salem. She merely settled in it (though she did eventually found New Salem, but we'll get to that). Secondly, that 'defeat' against Wanda you're talking about? Well, she wasn't just defeated, but Agatha had been full-blown killed in that conflict, which I believe throws a wrench in the current timeline of things you're setting up...Still, for now, that's a more minor point compared to what comes next.

Third is how you've painted Harkness'...Relationships, putting it nicely. That is not the kind of woman Agatha Harkness ever was. More often than not, she kept to herself, more focused on honing her abilities and protecting the delicate balance of the magical world, and when not doing that, working to safeguard her coven. Even if she did have an inclination for all these flings, she'd likely be too busy with everything she keeps up with. But....Let's assume for a benefit of the doubt she did have all these children. The reasoning offered is convoluted at best. Sure, she could be hoping for that 1-in-a-million that inherits some insane magical gift from her, but more often than not it wouldn't be the case, because magic is primarily something that must be learned and taught. If she were really desiring some kind of prodigy child, she'd make one; she's about the best teacher a would-be sorcerer could ask for, right next to Strange himself. But again, semantics. I'll move forward...

This next bit ties into the whole 'don't understand why she'd bother with all this' issue, but we'll push beyond that for now. The fact that Agatha is apparently practicing dark magic on innocent civilians to warp their minds is EXTREMELY off for her. Not just because it's needlessly cruel, but because she (perhaps more than anyone) is aware of how dangerous dark magic can be, and would be averse to using it at all, much less for experimentation. Not to mention, of course, that if she's been doing this to many people, it just leaves a trail of evidence that will eventually attach back to her and cause a whole cavalcade of issues that she sure as Hell would not want to deal with. So, another point towards 'why the Hell did she even do this'.

But again, we'll push past this and get to the next glaring issue. Caspian is born, but she...Somehow can't tell that he's gifted in magic? How? She is, next to the Sorcerer Supreme and others of his skill, the greatest spellcaster to live, and she can't tell this child has the gift? That just seems completely unbelievable. Which brings me to a point that would certainly shift the entire dynamic of this history, but (in my opinion, at least) for the better; if she did recognize his gift (which she certainly would have), she would've likely just taken the boy back to New Salem, whether to raise for herself or have others in the mystical community look after them. She would have nothing to gain and plenty to lose by letting a child like Caspian be raised among people who don't possess, and more importantly, would fear his gift. As became evident later in this bio.

To cut a long story short, ideally, most of the rest of this bio wouldn't have happened if 1: Agatha was acting more in-line with how she is supposed to be (which is not exactly pure of heart or anything of the sort, but not some wicked witch like the bio currently paints her), and 2: She recognized the gifts present in Caspian and, naturally, took the baby with her. Now, I understand this would be a dramatic shift in the storyline you're pushing here, so I'll try and offer up some amenities.

How about him just not being related to Agatha, but rather being led to believe he is? Perhaps he was just a boy with a particular gift for magic, and a more black-hearted sorcerer sought to take advantage of this through lies and manipulation. This could even culminate in Agatha still being involved in their life, where she may take the place of Stephen rescuing them from their horrid situation after learning about someone misusing her good name, and even more prudently, abusing and manipulating a promising sorcerer. That would be my recommendation, because it still keeps her around in your storyline, keeps her more in-line with her character, and still allows you to keep most of the story beats you were shooting for here.

...Alright, ranted long enough. This is what I got, because as-is, I can't accept this bio due to how it seems to completely assassinate Agatha's character in exchange for making her into a blatant villain. I'm willing to listen to any feedback though, and I want to be clear that this is not me denying you from the RP; I'd just like to see this concept tinkered with some before we set it to stone.
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