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It was rare, a moment of peace amidst a war. And yet here, in this tiny pocket of space, the soft babbling of a fountain and the soft singing of violin strings created the illusion of peace. Steam rose off the in-floor pool, stones and verdant flora ringing the marble pool gave the illusion of a Terran spring from ages past. Lavender, chamomile, and lemongrass blended in the pool and rose with the steam and, coupled with the honeyed whiskey settled neatly in an alcove barely an arm’s length away, left the High Inquisitor with ample distance from her daily duties that her Whispers were little more than gentle taps at the back of her mind, rather than the incessant buzzing from her normal life. She smirked as one thought slipped through, the disdain and disregard of one rebel her minions prepared for an interrogation session amusing her.

It wasn’t that she didn’t care for her own kind. It was more that she truly only cared about herself and no one could argue that the Empire was the winning side. The Rebellion was cute, but what would it ever amount to? It hadn’t been able to break the status quo since the Emperor and Lord Thanos neatly tucked the Sol system’s throat under their boot and with all current modeling predictions, wouldn’t ever be able to. Mutants, humans, aliens… the difference didn’t matter. All that mattered was she survived, and she’d slaughter as many life forms as it took to maintain her well deserved commodities. Just because they shared a gene did not endear them to her. They were faceless strangers, and they would be faceless corpses for all she cared.

“High Inquisitor, Brigadier General Hoffman requested an audience.” The music faded away as the AI that served as her personal assistant interrupted her relaxation. Nothing good ever lasted and she sighed, the mechanical bathing assistant whirring to life and approaching the pool with heated towels. “While Brigadier General Hoffman has declined to offer any information to me, a preliminary bioscan suggests he is both pleased and terrified, and is at a high risk of a heart attack.” The Inquisitor shook her head as she stepped from the pool and onto the towel laid out for her, taking the other while she considered.

The Brigadier General approaching her was a strange thing. Being a human, and a mediocre one at that, his resentment and fear rolled off him in waves when any mutant or alien so much as passed by him. Whatever information he held was likely the result of punishment for some mistake. She knew full well the main bulk of the Empire’s authority feared her- she’d spent a lifetime cultivating that fear. So either this information was of the utmost importance and they’d decided only one of Lord Thanos’s pet freaks could handle it, or the pathetic excuse of a man failed at some menial task and this was his punishment. Either way, she decided she was displeased.

She took her time after permitting him entrance into her office’s antechamber. He interrupted her during her personal time, so she wasn’t in any rush to help the little worm. The white dress she chose boasted a gold belt around the waist with a opal center and sleeveless to compliment the high gold collar that rose up to her left ear but smoothed down to the right shoulder, the metallic fibers in the collar acting as a solar charger for the various energy implements she employed in her line of work. A pair of opal earrings followed, both acting as a link to her AI and capable of deploying an opaque face shield, and an opal necklace, bracelet, and anklet, which all acted as deployment points for her energy armor.

Once she was ready, she moved to her office, a comfortable room with only one chair behind her desk that overlooked the Imperial plaza. Various pieces of alien art decorated the walls, each one commissioned after a successful mission, interspersed between bookshelves, system access panels, and a holo-map of the solar system with an array of dots scattered about it. She contemplated how to receive him for a moment before activating her face shield, leaving but a blank white surface. She knew it’d unnerve him.

“Permit the Brigadier General entry.” A moment later, the antechamber door hissed as it slid open, revealing the short, impish brute that interrupted her. She didn’t need to brush his mind to feel his emotions. For an officer in the legions of the Empire, he regulated his expressions poorly. Yet still she reached out, basking in the apprehension and revulsion he felt just by crossing the threshold.

“You certainly took your time, Inquisitor.” Hoffman bit out, clearly holding back whatever it was he wanted to say. It seemed the Brigadier General was wiser than he seemed, though not too much more considering she’d been in his head since she walked into her office and he seemed none the wiser. “I informed your assistant that this intelligence was of the utmost importance and to have you keep me waiting, despite the General themself sending ahead an authorization missive, is basically insubordination! You will remember your position is only granted to you by the grace of Lord―” He balked as she stretched out her hand.

“The files, if you will.” The high Inquisitor demanded, the conversation unnecessary after sifting through the mental pigsty behind Hoffman’s eyes. He clicked his tongue irritably, but withdrew the data unit as requested and placed it in her palm. “Thank you. You are dismissed.” His face turned red at the casual dismissal and although he opened his mouth to argue, nothing came out as his eyes glazed over and she mockingly used two fingers to walk him out of the room. She permitted him his mind back just as the doors shut, just in time for her to chuckle at the intense swearing that slipped through the crack.

She placed the data unit on her desk as she took a seat, the white lines of her AI circling it while the virtual screen appeared and populated a table of context. It would be a few more minutes until Persephony summarized the various contents of the unit and the Inquisitor amused herself by scanning the various highly scientific reports included. Clearly, someone was playing with fire if they thought creating more mutants was the answer to the aggressive regime the Empire maintained.

Finally, Persephone populated her report and the Inquisitor smiled as her face shield vanished. This had been an issue her Whispers brought to her a while back, and to have it placed so nicely in her hands was exactly what she needed to take the next step in her career. “Persephone, cross reference the location of our target with any available Bounty Hunters from the watchlist.” She instructed, as she typed up the job chit. Six names came up, three of them in one group, and a sharp smirk unfurled at the revelation. “Push Dr Haggar's chit to these six. Then, attach the chit to Project Delphi and begin initialization sequences. It’s time to see the rats run the course.”






Job Request Uploading…

Target: Dr. Timian Haggar
Conditions: Alive
Last known location: Titan, moon of Saturn
Reward: 15 million Imperial credits
Drop location: Terran Orbital Station 1441, platform 6-3


The request beeped above the holo-table of the Excelsior, hovering next to the image of the poor target in question. The indicator on the table displayed this was a general job request, a high stake, high reward mission sent out to as many nearby hunters as possible in order to catch the target quickly. With this reward, everyone and their mother was going to hunt this man to the end of the universe and beyond. And if some bounty hunters got shot down in the process, well, the solar system probably wouldn’t mourn them.

Still in hyperspace, finally repaired after a rogue asteroid slammed into the poor, unsuspecting ship, the hyperspace engine hummed softly beneath the mainhold where the holo-table, surrounded by deep comfy chairs and one sofa bolted to the wall, dominated the space. Another section of the room, secured by a bioscanner, boasted a heavy arsenal of weaponry from blasters and a rifle, to good old fashioned knives, and restraints and a few sonic grenades. Various trinkets provided by the three owners of the ship jingled quietly where they were strung along the ceiling of the hold and although the lights in the mainhold were off, a number of crystals strung up by the team glowed in the dark room.

Slowly, the lights in the room flickered to life and the far door from the cockpit hissed as it opened. Danni stretched and yawned, his shirt lifting as he scratched at his stomach. His back was fucking killing him from sitting in the cockpit for the past hour, barely staying awake as he watched the path prediction bullshit. As much as everyone hated sitting in the cockpit during hyperspace jumps, not doing it was how they crashed Excelsior the first time and no one wanted to go back to begging for credits just to get their shift off the damn ground. Why couldn’t the autopilot adjust faster in hyperspace, then he could do better things like sleep, annoy Dee and Princess, or just cuddle. Instead, it was his turn to sit and stare at path projections like he actually knew any of the numbers on the screen other than “Get ready bitch, asteroid in the path!!!!”

The lights beyond the mainhold flickered to life as well, letting the other passengers know there was movement on the deck. A message would display in all the rooms anyway, so that the team would know a job chit hit the holotable. Danni scanned over it wearily, humming as he did. The face slipped away from his mind almost instantly, but he wasn’t the organizer of their operations so it didn’t really matter yet. Instead, he hummed at the reward and the drop off point, making a face at the empire controlled location, and turned to wander further into the ship to find the rest of his criminal pals, but he paused. His groggy brain cleared very slowly, but was very intent on rereading the details of the chit. Danni turned slowly, suddenly very alert as he took in the information. He reread the reward several times.

He started screaming.
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Despite the festivities in the audience chamber, the back passages of the palace were deathly silent. Practiced footsteps left no trace nor sound as he passed, and those few unlucky enough to cross his path chose to see nothing. The long sleeves of his robes concealed the white knuckled grip he had on the scrap of parchment that called him to business.

Ruby in hand.

A sharp turn and a moment’s pause - listening, listening - found a passage grinding open in front of him and, after passing through, the wall shut behind him. He barely paused to acknowledge the man who opened it, and instead hurried down the winding passage. Door after door after door, plain and monotonous and just enough light to keep his footing, passed but little mattered in this moment. Decades passed since he’d last heard the blood roaring in his ears. It wasn’t a coup, but the stakes were just as high.

Light filtered under the last door in the hall. He paused, collected himself and with a deep breath, pushed open one of the many hidden meeting rooms in the palace. Standing at attention as she studied the earth kingdom map pinned against the far wall, one of his most trusted agents waited for him. She didn’t move or falter at his approach and he didn’t acknowledge her either. Instead, he settled behind the desk and brought forward one of the candles. He touched the ragged parchment to the flame and watched as it burned away. Fitting.

He contemplated the woman in front of him. Much like himself, she was eroding. She stood a little shorter, a little thinner, less the immovable mountain and more a daunting cliff face. He supposed the same could be said for himself, but the earth did not yield unless it was truly sundered and neither of them were ready to break just yet.

“The ruby has been acquired. It is time to lay the groundwork for the next phase.” The man retrieved a sealed scroll from the desk and held it out for the woman to take. “Do not deviate. Like moths to a flame they flock, but their size is yet uncertain and so we will take their measure. Be safe, old friend.” With a bow and a twist, she was gone beneath the floor, the earth swallowing her.



Spring - Waxing Moon - Lazhou, Xing Jain




At this point last year, the port town of Lazhou, Xing Jian was a bustling trade port. Visitors from both the Fire Nation and Air Nation left their mark through the blends of fashions and foods that have yet to depart from the port. But where the streets were once filled with people from various places freely intermingling were now mostly bare, the citizens doing their best to keep to themselves with eyes trained firmly ahead. The weariness was heavy on their shoulders and tired eyes, only picking up the pace to avoid certain areas. The ones that thrived were those who were willing to trade with the Earth Kingdom’s army while those who refused were harassed out of their homes. Mercenaries and swordsells were in high demand as protection services were hotly in demand as those that still had their money were determined to keep it at any cost.

The one place few would need a legit reason to go without question would be the bar at the Black Eel Inn. The ones who had finished their hauls were happy to quench their thirst after a day in the sun and others were eager to take some of the tension off with stories. Some were more eager to eat than to drink, others were sitting around and waiting for something. The place was bustling with conversation and laughter, making the troubles of the war seem distant.

In one corner of the lobby sat an old, wooden pai sho board. The old man sat at the board had craned his neck over so much he looked like he could fall onto it at any moment, grayed eyebrows knit together as his shaky hands hovered over the red boat tile. He grinded his teeth, stressed by his predicament as his eyes darted to his younger opponent. Her white and black robe rested over her brown shirt and black pants, long, brown hair resting on her back. She was much calmer, her cheek perched on her hand as she watched him.

“Don’t rush me,” The old man spat.

She opened her mouth to let out a yawn, her free hand waving in dismissal. “Everything comes to those who wait,” She murmured.

“You’re starting to sound like Old Man Bido. Keep that up, and you’ll end up like him with his dead-end fishery!” He huffed as he moved his hand to another tile.

The woman stifled another yawn, her green eyes roaming away from her opponent, though she hesitated as she noticed an Earth Kingdom soldier running past the inn. A strange sight at this time of day, especially as he decided not to stop by for a drink. She almost dismissed it before an entire retinue of soldiers ran by in a hurry. The direction they were heading in bode ill as well.

She straightened up considerably at the sight, hastily gathering her belongings before moving the old man’s hands onto the red boat tile and moving her own. “Next time, prioritize your defense, you left yourself open,” She advised, snatching up her pouch before making her way out of the inn.

Sure enough, the soldiers were heading in the direction of the Knotweed Fishery. The first had remained outside, shooing away any that decided to loiter. As the number of soldiers gathered, a middle aged man dressed in green stepped out of the building, crossing his arms as the soldiers gathered around. He looked more irritated than worried, watching as the first soldier approached him.

“We’ve received information that you’re harboring fugitives, Bido!” The soldier announced.

“Fugitives? You think even those desperate sods would want to hang around fish of all things?” Bido scoffed. “Stop looking for problems where there aren’t any and scram!”

The soldier looked back at the others and nodded. A majority of them stepped forward, getting into a ready stance. “If you don’t have anything to hide, then you won’t mind if we check.”
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“‘ey, Spicy came out alright! I got ‘im a new coat and everyt'in’!” Danni protested, annoyed that they were digging into ancient history. Percy was never in any danger. And Danni intended to drive that point home but the scene changed again. Danni rolled his eyes as they settled in.

“Arcade, t'is little scene shift is cool once but twice so quickly is… uninspired, ‘onestly.” Danni shook his head, crossing his arms. Though, upon looking around for the rest of his friends…

“Omg, y'all look so cool! Arcade, t’e character design, flawless. Almost makes up for t’e borin’ level change mechanic! I gotta take a pic, Dee would def wanna see Spicy like t'is. Let me just find…” Danni patted down his pockets but paused as he realized his hands were a little different. Red scales covered his fingers and ran up his arms, and he immediately lost interest in taking a picture of everyone and instead focused trying to look at all of himself. Scales were everywhere he patted. Danni was stunned.

“Guys, guys, guys. I’m gunna freak out ‘ere. All t'is work, all t'ese years of skin care and everything is fuckin’ covered by scales? T'is so fuckon’ cool!!! I'm a dragon!” Danni cheered as his turn rolled around. He skirted around the edge if the room and took arm, bracing himself as he let loose a cone of flames towards the imps, cheering again as one caught flame and collapsed. He pouted as His other attempts failed but hey, at least he got one!

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"What time do they have to empathize with us monsters?"
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
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C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y
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C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y
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The Macleod twins are relics of a time long gone, born in the throes of the Renaissance and the rise of the printing press. The twins lived a relatively sheltered life in northern Scotland. Travel was difficult in the 15th century and their coven was content with the village well south of Forres.

However with suspicion and fear of the supernatural rising out of Germany and carried on in ink, it wasn’t long until the witch hunts of the mainland spread to the Kingdom of England and beyond. When they were not yet twenty summers old, Elanor Cobham found imprisonment for life for treasonable necromancy and Margery Jourdemayne was burned at the stake in a market square. Both were once well connected and well established in their communities and yet it did not save them. Fear amongst the populace was encouraged and manipulated in a twisted game by the nobility of England and they sent their inquisition north, carrying Kramer’s Malleus Maleficarum.

They thought their village safe, nestled quietly in the foothills in the shadow of their mountain. The village traded less, hunted closer to home, and year by year became less and less present in the world. Their magic flourished and the children of the village played without fear and time was meaningless.

However, there were enough stories for the inquisition to find it.

They struck at night, the comfort of a century unbothered lulling them to safety. They carried torches and pitchforks and rope and kindling. The stench of burning flesh and the screams of men, women, and children carried across the hills into the uncaring darkness. Their family was not spared this horror. Their parents fought, like the others, but their murderers came prepared and their magic found no hold. A special pendant, bearing the mark of the Inquisition of England, was pressed against their coven and their magic broke and failed and the witches found themselves powerless.

If not for the ego of the Priest of Forres, the twins would not have been so lucky as to carry the horrors of their village with them. It was the children they could not bear to see hurt and as the Priest tossed the torch upon their own parents, the twins struck. Illusion and Enhancement, hand in hand, wove the death of all. Fire springing forth, spewing from their parents' mouths, finding purchase in the flesh of friend and foe alike. According to the Inquisition, the Devil himself dragged the village to hell in his wraith and none survived.

But the truth was, the twins burned it to the ground. Entranced in their domain, the twins set an uncontrollable blaze to consume the Inquisition and fled with the few survivors they saved. Neither of them were prepared to mourn their people nor handle the grief of those still living. They travelled the Scottish countryside, incorporating a few of their broken coven into new ones each time they stumbled across them until the twins found homes for all.



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The twins are shaped by their drive to survive. Their choices have all ensured that, at the expense of those around them, they continue to thrive. They have seen cruelty over the centuries and they do not bother to pretend that is not the nature of man. They are always one step away from disappearing on the wind and selling everyone else down the river to do it.

In reality, they wandered to find a place that is safe, that they can relax in for the rest of their centuries, that they can be with their magic and their peace and not have to worry about the world burning it down. Nicky, in particularly, wishes for connection and friendship and family, but their transient nature leaves them with on one. He prefers to find community with other creature of their age, but those are few and far between. Strange Academy has seemed like the perfect place. For now.

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Location: Outside Kingston-Gray House
Skills: Omega Healing Factor





James chuckled as Casper promptly ignored everything and tackled the shocking part of everything: Andy and Zari. They hadn't been with them long truly, but the Mutant Underground was family. At least, he'd considered them family so their abrupt disappearance after everything they'd been through together was frustrating. And now? He was just happy they were back where they were supposed to be.

”V why would I want you dead? I t'ought you said it was an enormous amount of magic t'at does you in. T'is? T'is is like t'e baseline average amount of magic. T'en again I can't see magic so… maybe I can't gauge it as well? But Aggie and Pa ‘ave it all covered!” Dorian remarked back, a bit shocked that Vicky would even imply and malicious tendencies to come from a superhero.

James had been ready to step in when Danni invited everyone just to start heading to the house, but a phone call distracted him thankfully. Danni leading a charge on the house was likely to devolve into absolute chaos. “Don't take too long on your call, kiddo. You got guests over.” James said quietly to his son, ruffling his hair, and clapped Dorian on the shoulder. “Not even introducing your own family? Making us do it ourselves? I'm wounded.” James teased before holding his hand out to shake Percy's.

“Welcome to the…” James paused as Percy shook his hand, a bit robotically, but he could feel the pounding in Percy's head, the nausea, the light sensitivity. It was familiar, almost an afterthought but it felt just like Casper trying to hide a hangover. “Family. I'm James. If you're ever hurting, don't hesitate to let me know. Even if you can't figure it out, I can. James offered, before patting Dorian one more time and heading to round up his errant husband so they could get everyone settled in.

”But you guys do such a good job of doin’ it yourselves! Besides I've told t'em loads of stories about all of you so it's like ‘e already knows you!” Dorian replied back to James before hearing Danni mention April's name. He bolted over towards the call, pressing his ear against the other side of the phone as well so he was cheek to cheek with Danni. ”April!!!!! Did you guys arrive ok?! ‘ow is t'e ‘otel? Which one are you at so we can visit maybe? Oh you ‘ave to come over for dinner at least!” He chimed in, unsure if she could hear him or not.

“Waaaa, Dee! ‘old on, Princess we gotta… Wait, where's Amélie? Amélie! What are you-? No, stop chasin’ t’e bugs! Come on, you gotta meet t’e ‘rents in person!” He yelled back through the portal. Amélie grumbled and snorted a puff of smoke, still too little for real fire, and bounded through the portal with Amour close behind, pushing through Andy and Casper’s legs and hooking her claws into Danni's clothes to climb him and take her rightful place on his shoulder. “Okay, what’s up, Princess?”

There was a brief moment of silence as they listened to April and then…

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The adopted son of James and Casper Kingston, Danny was never a child without love. Although born in Genosha, his earliest memories are of New Orleans after James and Casper moved there following the collapse of Genosha. Pops worked at an auto shop, the strong order of oil caked into Danny’s early memories, and baby Danny was always dazzled and amazed at the outfits his Pape put on and the glitter, shimmer, and glamor of his shows. He remembers sometimes when Papa would be him because Pops had a guest at home and he always terrorized the backstage areas if they had one, wearing Papa’s feather boas and shoes even if they were too big. And when Pops would come pick him up, the half hearted scolding was seconds before the fond sigh, the quiet click of the camera, and a kiss on the forehead.

Although he was an only child, and he made sure to milk that he was with, Dorian was such a constant presence in his life, he felt like a sibling rather than just a friend. They’d watch Saturday morning cartoons, playing superheroes as their favorite show, She-ra and the Princess of Power, played in the background. When Danny whined at his parents to put him in dance classes so he could be a performer like Papa, his first solo performance was danced to the theme song and he demanded Dorian be there.

Of course, Danny was an impulsive wreck, moving through interests like clothes. One week it was painting, the next it was roller skating, and the cycle continued until he stumbled into cooking. The truth of the matter was, his family wasn’t known for their cooking skills. Pops had picked some up to feed the family and Papa wasn’t allowed in the kitchen unsupervised after the cupcake incident but sometimes Danny was craving a specific food and when he was, everything else was terrible and deserved to be trashed because it wasn’t the food so he decided he learn how to do it himself. As is expected when a 10 year old decides to cook without consulting his parents, the end result was an absolute mess but Danny had a blast through the entire process, even when half of it ended up on the wall. He was then also promptly banned from being in the kitchen unsupervised but got that lifted as he grew into the art.

Before his mutation presented itself, he planned to become a chef with his own shows and restaurants. He started his own Filterella, KingstonsKitchen, and grew it into a Snikt! and has a decent following that he likes to randomly pop on live with. He also posts random updates about his day under #shitIdo for easy filtering because he likes to and he finds it fun to include more people in his life (hear about how awesome and pretty he is).

Although he knew his family was wary about the x-men, he was always a little jealous when Dorian talked about his time there. He got to go to a hero school and Danny was stuck in normal New Orleans. They’d had dreams of being superheroes together when they were kids but between Danny’s struggle to stick with his interests, Pop’s general disapproval of superheroes, and a million flashier, easier things to get into, the interest faded until F-Day. His powers presented before Dorian’s and the old dream of theirs seemed realistic again. Sure he teased Dorian about getting powers first and sure he had to twist Pop’s arm to get him to agree (James barely lasted a day of tears and the cold shoulder before he relented) but with their approval, Dorian and Danny headed to Avenger’s Academy, bright eyed and bushy tailed, together.

Yes, it was hard and yes, it was a culture shock and yes, he called his parents sobbing to come pick him up because he missed home more times than he could count on one hand, but now, he's fully committed to rocking this Superhero thing. Superheroics are super interesting, the normal classes are bearable, and getting to set things on fire and looking fly as fuck doing it was right up his alley. Kicking butt in the Contest of Champions and taking top spot would just be the perfect thing to take home to Pops and show him this was exactly where Danny was supposed to be..

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Sabine had been fed up for a while now. Not only was she roommates with the one person at school she detested, she hadn’t made any friends. No one wanted to be near her. Sabine tried to find out why and overheard some of the rumors: some included her powers and others included how she acted during the fight (using Leah’s dead mother against her was not her brightest moment). Some just hated her because of her looks, some because of her family’s wealth. Some because she started a social media account and it took off pretty quickly.

So she kept her head down for the most part and focused on school. That in and of itself was a task insurmountable given no one wanted to be paired with her for any task. And whenever someone did dare to give her the time of day she lashed out, knocking the person’s looks or status or powers or whatever else her eyes landed on. She was slowly becoming public enemy #1.

When Danni imagined hero school, it involved a lot more kicking butt and waaaaaaaay less math. Why the hell did he need math? Apparently, he hadn't thought about the possibility of flight and understanding trajectories and he'd been kept back for almost half an hour, the teacher lecturing him for a whole half hour after class let out and now he was going to be late to be late to his culinary club and then he'd be late to sparring with Dee and then he'd be late…

To tutoring.

“Maybe t’is whole chain of events ain't so bad after all. Sure, I definitely ‘ave a budding ‘eadache from t'at ‘ack tryin’ ta bash t’e importance of realistic flight dynamics into my ‘ead and Dee is goin’ ta absolutely freak out when I show up 10 minutes late ta t’e sparrin’ room we ‘ad ta beg for and t’e culinary club is gunna give me t'e sad eyes for stumblin’ in late again but 10 or 15 minutes less wit’ t'e tutor t'e teacher recommended was worth it. 10 out of 10, would recommend. Maybe 9 out of 10… No definitely like 6 out of 10. 10 out of 10 would be convincin’ Dee ta possess t'e fire alarm and break us outta regular classes!

Danni, more interested in his schedule than his surroundings, came to a screeching halt when he walked face first into someone. He stumbled back, blinking at whoever was in his way. “Hey, w'at t'e ‘eck!” Danni whined, but quickly shut up. “Ooooooh, oooooomg, pls don't mess wit’ my ‘ead. I promise it is like, completely empty. Not'in’ interestin’ at all. Just ‘ot ‘air. You're trendin’’ on [idr the site lol], right? I ‘ave a decent followin’, Kingston's Kitchen. I can follow you, I can promote you?” Pop's warnings about telepathy never really sat well with him, but everyone knew Sabine was a mean girl and not the fun kind.

Sabine’s mind was elsewhere when she collided with something. She fell backwards but caught herself, rubbing her head. ”Ah watch where you’re going!” She caught sight of who had ran into her. She recognized him from some of her classes but couldn’t place the name right away. Began with a D she felt and then when he brought up his social media page she remembered. Danni.

What she could have gone without was the immediate implication she would wipe his memory. Figures. He was another jerk at this school who thought she was a bad guy. ”Keep your stupid page, I don’t ned it. Leave me alone.” On any other day she would have ripped into him and made him suffer, but she felt a headache coming on and was truly drained. She began walking away, intent on getting an iced coffee or something and drowning her sorrows.

Stupid?! What do you mean, stupid?! I'll ‘ave you know t'at my followers are amazin’. You'd be lucky ta ‘ave t'em!” Danni rushed to fall in step with her, his previous fear struggling to keep pace with the simmering annoyance bubbling in his stomach. “Come on, now we ‘ave ta collab at some point, just ta make it up ta t'em. Do you cook? We can do a first time video! Do ya like New Orleans fare? Seafood? ‘cause I gotta a gumbo recipe t'at’s ‘otter t'an me and t'at takes a lot, ya know?” Danni winked with a nervous giggle. “Are you a spicy food fan? Or are ya one of t'ose people t'at get all bloated when ya eat it? I always t'ought it'd be nifty if someone made a t'in’ t'at could like, stretch a belt automatically when t'at happened wit’ like pressure plates or somet'in’ in t'e clothes so t'at old people wouldn't ‘ave ta pop t’eir button if t'ey ate too much if t'e food was good. Yeah, t'ey ‘ave stretch material but it never seems ta work out like t'at, at least in t'e movies. Not a fan of t'at stuff myself really, much prefer somet'in’ wit’ a little flair and stretch material is def so 2020. What do you t'ink about t'at? ‘Ave you t'ought about stretch material? ‘ave you looked at any of t'e new stuff t'at's rumoring for t'e next fashion week? T'ey're rumorin’ Spider Man is helpin’ wit’ some of t'e material and if t'ats true, I wanna see if they keep it sticky. Danni wiggled his eyebrows.

Sabine could only watch in horror as the bohy just kept talking and talking and talking like one of those wind-up puppy toys that just go on forever until their battery dies. She had a feeling Danni didn’t have a battery though. ”Christ do you have an off switch?” She felt the headache grow deeper and stopped. She closed her eyes and took a breath. ”No, I do not cook.” She almost left it at that until Danni spoke about fashion. That sparked something. ”I heard their doing a whole line of Captain Marvel fashion. I am trying to net an invite to fashion week.” Perhaps Danni wasn’t the annoying twit she thought he was. Aggrivating, but loveable, like a new puppy.

“People don't ‘ave off buttons, silly goose!” Danni giggled again. “Captain Marvel fashion? But eh, aren't t'ose colors so overused? Like, yeah I get it it. Classic, powerful, vibrant, but ugh, come ooooon. Every ‘ero in te last decade wore t'em like a flag and we need somet'in’ a little new, ya know? I'd like ta see somet'in’ in kaladescope ‘ittin’ t'e stage wit’ Captain Marvel's energy. T'e red, blue and gold just feels… dated.” Danni scrunched his nose in distaste.

“Wait, no. You're distractin’ me! You owe my followers an apology for callin’ t'em stupid!” Danni pouted, easily distracted. “I wanna collab, and you're gunna cook… you're gunna cook… Pili Pili Eggs!! It's super easy, can be done in one pan, and it's sooooo good! You'll love it and your followers will see ‘ow fun you are!”

”They are using her look as inspiration, the color scheme is going to be different. More empowerment, more leadership vibes.” Though she took offense to calling the colors dated. Captain Marvel was never and never will be dated. ”My followers already know I am fun. But fine, cooking. What the heck are Pili Pili Eggs?” She let the apology ask fly by. She wasn’t about to concede the fact this dude pushed his way into her space, as nice as he seemed to be.

“Well, maybe it'll be good for ‘ere ‘cause like, you're kinda sorta terrifyin’, ya know? You got t'at cool, above everyone, Frost kinda vibe, ya know? Like, super cool ya ‘aven't pulled my brains out my nose my ‘ead yet, which thanks btw, but t'at's like, t'e first t'in’ I was spooked about so like, you can do t'at so it's not just me!” Danni linked his arm with hers and started dragging her to his club. He can't be that late after all!

“Pili Pili Eggs are soooooooo good! Its named that ‘cause t'e sauce is from… uh, I t'ink… eh, I don't remember but it's pepper, garlic, and ‘ella fresh oil and a ton of eggs! Great breakfast! Kinds like an omelet but everyt'in’ us all cooked up toget'er instead of separately and t'en toppin’ or stuffin’ t'e eggs!” Danni explained, free hand flying wildly as he did. “Unless ya ‘ate eggs, which we can do aomet'in’ else with Pili Pili sauce ‘cause now I'm cravin’ it. When are you free? You wanna do it t'is weekend? I need a break from all the book stuff Dee keeps tellin’ me I ‘ave ta pay attention ta more.”

So close, Sabine felt. Someone here actually being nice to her despite everything and she let her guard down for but a moment. And then he hit her with it. ”He’s just another person here who thinks the worst of me,” she thought to herself. She stopped, letting her arm be pulled slightly before she yanked it back. ”You know, I just remembered I need to be elsewhere. Wouldn’t want you to be seen with the girl that could ‘melt your brain’ after all. Thought you were different.” Sabine bit her lip in a vain effort to stop herself from letting out any other emotion bubbling up before she turned her back to Danni and began walking away. She was stupid for thinking someone here was different.

Look! An escape from club and tutoring! “Oh, cool! Where we goin’? I'll tell club I ‘ad somet'in’ come up! I don't know what we're doin’ but I can ‘elp, I guess! as long as I get ta t'e trainin’ room at ” Danni asked, simply turning and skipping as he kept pace with her. “And why would I care if people saw you wit’ me? I wanna collab wit ya and am willin ta subjedt us ta the collective opinion of strangers across the world. I'm just sayin’, that wicked fight ‘tween you and Rockie over t'ere wasn't a good look, ya know. I mean, even Pops warns us ‘bout mind melters ‘cause ‘e came across…” Danni did some slow math on his fingers before proudly holding them all up “Eighteen in ‘is life and all but two of t'em tried ta make ‘in kill Papa or Pa or Appa or Dee or me or some combo of us at some point in our lives. That fear ain't leavin’ quick, tbh.”

”Danni, read the room.” Figure of speech, but still. ”You walked up to me and all but accused me of doing….whatever it is you think we do. You don’t know me and I’m supposed to, what. Let you insult me? Newsflash, not everyone should be lumped in the same category because of one similarity they share.” She stopped herself before she made further points. That would be an awkward conversation. ”So, just…leave me alone. Less chance of your brain being melted then.”

“Read a room? I didn't know you could… Oh, I see! Wait, what? I haven't been mean to anyone.” Danni did stop at that, biting at his lip as he tried to think about something he said that was mean. He came up short and couldn't stop from tearing up. “I don't know what you're talkin’ ‘bout! All I said was t’ank you and pointed out ‘ow people see you and wanted ta be your friend ‘cause you were actually cool and ‘ot and we could collab and it'd be fun but fine! If you just wanna be alone and upset and… and… and a meanie butt face, t’en be one!” Danni sniffed as the tears started coming, rubbing at his face to wipe them off in some attempt to stop them.

God she hated when people cried. And especially if they were the human equivalent of a puppy. ”Look, I don’t think you meant anything by it. But maybe stop referring to people as brain melters? It sends a bad message.” She wanted to get out, but some part of her brain told her to stick it out. What else did she have going on? ”Fine, we can collab. You have the ideas, after all.”

As quickly as they started, the tears stopped. “You wanna collab?! Really?! You'll do it?! Yes!” Danni jumped up and down excitedly. “Oh! I need your number! We gotta get our fits toget'er and do you ‘ave anyt'in’ for t'e kitchen? Cute apron, gloves, a little hat? I can get Pa ta make a spare real quick if we need ta! We'll ‘ave ta use t'e culinary club space and t'e lightin’ is t'at terrible florestent stuff so it just washes everyt'in out but beggars ccan't choose t'in's ya know? You're gunna ‘ave so much fun, I promise! When are you free t'is weekend? I can see if I can beg t'e advisor ta open up t'e space for us. ‘ow ‘bout Saturday evenin’? Or we could do Sunday afternoon? I got dance stuff in t'e mornin’ and Dee and I are gunna start using Sunday nights for the gym. T'ough, I guess we could do Friday night, but lots a people do stuff Friday nights, so maybe Saturday mornin’? Though, ugh mornin's. Really, I just wanna sleep, sleep, and more sleep but art is sufferin’ I suppose.”

For the first time in a while Sabine felt….good about something. He was aggravating, but somehow despite all he heard and felt he still wanted to spend time with her. Sabine chuckled a bit as Danni went on leading to a full belly laugh. ”All right, I’ll leave that in your capable hands then. I can get the word out and get my fans ready for it. Who knows, perhaps this will lead into something more?” And also, for the first time, deep inside she felt something else. Hope.

“Oh! We should take a selfie now so we can post it! How do I look? I'm such an ugly crier, I wonder…” Danni whipped out his phone and flipped the camera so he could see himself. He clicked his tongue in disappointment at what he was. “Oh well. T’ey all know how I look after I cry. ‘Appens all t'e time.” Danni did mess with his hair a bit, going through a few expressions before he seemed satisfied. “Okay! Selfie time? And t'en I can call Dee so I can borrow ‘is computer ta edit t’e video. Last time I burst inta ‘is dorm while ‘e was streamin’ and begged ‘im ta use ‘is computer and ‘is people made fun of me for like two weeks. Boosted ‘is viewers t'ough ‘cause who wouldn't wanna see my pretty face.”

Sabine sidled up to Danni as he prepared to take a selfie, a warmth flooding through her. A feeling she hadn’t had for a while now. This weird kid who needed to cut down on caffeine or whatever the hell he was on showed her kindness when he didn’t have to. And while he made a few slip-ups, she felt his intent was pure. Perhaps this was the start to something great.




Boredom was a dangerous thing for Danni Kingston. It normally ended in tears, fire, or bothering the nearest family member until they screamed and he ran away giggling but for now, he was content kicking his legs off the end of the bed and doom scrolling through whichever app screamed the loudest for his limited attention. Dee was streaming so he couldn’t go bother him and no one else had responded to his texts despite having sent approximately one million of them in an attempt to get anything so now, he just had more time to plot up…

His finger stopped moving as he stared at a picture from two years ago, when things were less murdery. Beanie back when everyone thought she was the spookiest thing in town (she had some sharp edges, sure, but Danni didn’t mind them!) was an adorable thing, not quite grown into the powerhouse of a woman she was now, and Danni was a spaz so he looked just the same, except a few poor choices. He zoomed in and groaned, a tiny little zit clear as day, and wondered how he’d even let himself post it. Still, he couldn’t resist forwarding it to Beanie.

The text beneath the photo read: “Wanna collab?”

Sabine sat, waiting anxiously for events to transpire. She was simultaneously excited for the Contest as well as worried. She had done all she could, but her mind raced to Leah, who was probably going through hell, to April, who was excited for the contest and, if things progressed, possibly endangered, and to Dorian and Danni, who were comfortably at their home, a place she was still too nervous to set foot in.

As if fate noticed this, she received a message from Danni. She opened it and clocked the picture right away. Back when she was an uppity bitch (more so than now) and when she thought everyone was against her. Who knew in a matter of years she would be dating her “enemy” and having a solid support system, on top of growing into her own.

Danni knew how to take the pressure off. She could always count on him to make her smile when she needed it the most. She knew it was thanks in no small part to his efforts that day that she started changing for the better. She still had things to work out, but he was the catalyst.
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The Macleod twins are relics of a time long gone, born in the throes of the Renaissance and the rise of the printing press. The twins lived a relatively sheltered life in northern Scotland. Travel was difficult in the 15th century and their coven was content with the village well south of Forres.

However with suspicion and fear of the supernatural rising out of Germany and carried on in ink, it wasn’t long until the witch hunts of the mainland spread to the Kingdom of England and beyond. When they were not yet twenty summers old, Elanor Cobham found imprisonment for life for treasonable necromancy and Margery Jourdemayne was burned at the stake in a market square. Both were once well connected and well established in their communities and yet it did not save them. Fear amongst the populace was encouraged and manipulated in a twisted game by the nobility of England and they sent their inquisition north, carrying Kramer’s Malleus Maleficarum.

They thought their village safe, nestled quietly in the foothills in the shadow of their mountain. The village traded less, hunted closer to home, and year by year became less and less present in the world. Their magic flourished and the children of the village played without fear and time was meaningless.

However, there were enough stories for the inquisition to find it.

They struck at night, the comfort of a century unbothered lulling them to safety. They carried torches and pitchforks and rope and kindling. The stench of burning flesh and the screams of men, women, and children carried across the hills into the uncaring darkness. Their family was not spared this horror. Their parents fought, like the others, but their murderers came prepared and their magic found no hold. A special pendant, bearing the mark of the Inquisition of England, was pressed against their coven and their magic broke and failed and the witches found themselves powerless.

If not for the ego of the Priest of Forres, the twins would not have been so lucky as to carry the horrors of their village with them. It was the children they could not bear to see hurt and as the Priest tossed the torch upon their own parents, the twins struck. Illusion and Enhancement, hand in hand, wove the death of all. Fire springing forth, spewing from their parents' mouths, finding purchase in the flesh of friend and foe alike. According to the Inquisition, the Devil himself dragged the village to hell in his wraith and none survived.

But the truth was, the twins burned it to the ground. Entranced in their domain, the twins set an uncontrollable blaze to consume the Inquisition and fled with the few survivors they saved. Neither of them were prepared to mourn their people nor handle the grief of those still living. They travelled the Scottish countryside, incorporating a few of their broken coven into new ones each time they stumbled across them until the twins found homes for all.



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The twins are shaped by their drive to survive. Their choices have all ensured that, at the expense of those around them, they continue to thrive. They have seen cruelty over the centuries and they do not bother to pretend that is not the nature of man. They are always one step away from disappearing on the wind and selling everyone else down the river to do it.

In reality, they wandered to find a place that is safe, that they can relax in for the rest of their centuries, that they can be with their magic and their peace and not have to worry about the world burning it down. Nicky, in particularly, wishes for connection and friendship and family, but their transient nature leaves them with on one. He prefers to find community with other creature of their age, but those are few and far between. Strange Academy has seemed like the perfect place. For now.

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Dysphoria made their way into Otherworld by accident, on the back of a poor host that could barely sustain them. It was there the symbiote met the perfect host: Finely. Spurred on by their natural curiosity and Finley’s desire to escape, Dysphoria aided Finley in their escape from the strict caste system of Otherworld and returned to a world where she was created but had no memories of.

With the help of Nicholas and Barty. Dysphoria and Finley managed to find shelter at Strange Academy after eating a police officer when they first stepped into this world. Now Dysphoria explores the world of magic and wonder with Finley, eager to see more and eat more, in all the ways it means.

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