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9 yrs ago
So tired, sleep why do you spurn me?!
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Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.

Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!

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In Testing well everything! → 5 mos ago Forum: Test Forum
Džeimss "James" Džoiss
Džeimss "James" Džoiss

"To be good is a choice we make everyday."
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| Calm | Vindictive |
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| Adaptive | Honest |
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| Possessive | Patient |

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C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y
C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y


There hadn’t been freedom for nearly a century.

James grew up in The Ronnia Colonies. It’d been 80 years since they claimed victory and they’d eliminated as many traces of the indigenous culture as possible. History was shipped back to their museum, precious tools and artifacts broken or taken, their language cut out of any speaker’s mouth. It wasn’t the worst place now. There had been some stability, some sense of peace, but the Imperial Military stationed there for “protection” certainly enjoyed the fruit of their predecessor's labor. They enjoyed making life difficult for the conquered there, taking what they wanted, breaking what they wanted - every little kid dreamed of becoming the hero that would drive them back or at least teach them a lesson.

But no one ever became that. James was the eldest of his siblings, 8 born to his parents and only himself and his younger sister survived past 6 years old. His parents were farmers, almost 60% of their crop claimed as tithes and taxes every year, and the family struggled. Violent wildlife attacks, a once fertile land struggling to produce, blight…. The challenges went on and on. But his father always told him that as long as they were together, they could overcome it all.

And James believed that. The Empire eventually set up a small school where James learned his letters and the basics of an education and while he often had to skip it to help on the farm, James loved the smell of books and the feel of slate tablets and chalk. He loved to learn and found the history of the Empire fascinating. He welcomed the difference between the back breaking labor of the farm and peering into faraway lands and people in ways only the Empire could offer. His parents didn’t understand, but could see a future so started to shift things to let him focus on his education.

Sister: Solveiga



In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danni Kingston
Location: Court of Two Sisters
Skills: Dancing
[Hr]


For a moment, before everything flipped and food went flying and the table hit the ground, Danni felt like he'd been slapped. How did no one know She-Ra?! It was a cinematic masterpiece, a piece of creative genius, the crème de la crème of animation and these heathens had the audacity to stumble around ignorant and uniformed. Danni could a She'Ra watch party starting to form.

However, he shrieked instead as he tumbled around. The chair? Unbalanced. The table? Flipped. The plates? Broken. And Danni? Well, Danni failed helplessly, wrapping himself tight around Eli as his stomach lunched and the ground came rushing up to meet him. He squeezed his eyes tight, bracing for the smack of hard ground on his soft skin, but hit something much softer instead. Danni peaked an eye open and then blink, staring down at Eli under him with a little food in his hair. It took Danni a second to process and then he snickered, laughter taking over him as he buried his head in Eli's shoulder and his own shook with laughter. “Oh my g- oh my god!” Danni howled, muffled by Eli's shirt. “T'at was ‘hilarious! What ‘appenened?! One second I was chillin’ and t'en we're- we're-” Danni heard America mention Superlink and Danni popped up and posed, flashing a little victory sign and winking at the camera where he lay on Eli. Once America had her fill and Max's magic cleaned them up, Danni slumped back down on Eli and beamed at April.

“Yeah, Eli is sups comfy!! He saved me from ‘ittin’ t'e ground ‘cause ‘e's just so great!! Gotta add ‘im t'at t'e cuddle pile list.” Danni replied, resting his chin on his hands and beaming at Eli. “We ‘ave great cuddle piles! Princess ‘elps cool stuff down when it gets too ‘ot for people and if its real cold, I can warm us up right quick! All t'e comfortable, none of the temp probs!” Danni caught the skin care disaster slinking up to Beanie and… Danni blinked, pushed up off Eli partially to watch Beanie have her hand kissed, and squeezed, kicking his feet.

“OMG, t'at's so cute!!!! If someone did t'at ta me, t'ats it. I'd be a puddle on t'e floor. Actually, I might catch fire but still, I'd probs be ‘ead over ‘eels immediately. Like, idk what Spicy's deal wit’ t'at guy is but…” Danni sighed dreamily. “‘pparently knows ‘ow ta treat a girl right, ya know? Bet ‘e'll give little massages when ‘is partners are sore or like, get little chocolates or flowers or like, listens ta no, ya know?”

Danni, who had in fact watched the video, had all follow up thoughts banished at the idea of a dance battle. “OMG yaaaas! Time for t'e dancin’! Come on Eli, I wanna dance wit’ you first!!! Do you know Lindy ‘op? So fun but ‘eckin’ intense!” He yanked Eli to his feet and hit the dance floor as fast as his feet (and fire) could take him, hand held out for Eli to join him as he started spinning with the music in Vicky's lunar field.
In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Morose@Blizz@Kirah@PatientBean@Teyao@KazAlkemi@kittyluna45
Late Morning - Fri. Nov. 1st, 2040


The Statue of Ardyon

Connie, Barty, Jake


The magic of eld was a quiet and subtle thing, drawn of a single plane and infused with intention. Barty Macloud was steeped in these magics and rolled off his tongue with the ease of breath. Whether he willed it or not, he wove enchantments into his words and the spark of nostalgia born into an ancient vampire spoke back. “Ardyon was a fool. He sought to quell the tensions rising between a vampire noble and the people of his village on the border of Italy and Slovenia. It would have been a massacre.” His voice was far away and distant, as if he thought he was elsewhere. “Althoigh I do not know what manner of artifact he claimed, my services were requested to separate it from the stone. My original findings were the same: that the magic sustained Ardyon, that the artifact powered the spell, and that the solution to this puzzle is carved into the stone.”

Whatever feeling overwhelmed him faded away and Croan shook his head sharply and his face settled into the disapproving frown he regularly wore. “My belief is that we cannot see the forest for the trees - that the solution is already here, we simply need to reorient the picture.”

A Trip through Magic

Willow, Nicky, Callaghan, Cassiopeia


Nicholas offered Cal a brief glance and fell a half step behind, permitting Cal to lead them. “High spirits indeed. If I did not already have the displeasure of his acquaintance, I would have thought him in his cups.” Nicholas offered in return. Now that he'd had some distance and a moment to cool, Nicholas agreed with Cal. Something was just a bit off and Nicholas did not care that he could not put his finger on it. The Professor, for all his irritating good intentions, commanded his wits with an iron fist. And if his protégé thought his behavior odd, Nicholas was inclined to believe it. Nicholas glanced back at Cal's butterfly as she posed a question and opted to allow the shifter to answer.

The library was, on the surface, a simple affair. A moderate sized room with row after row of shelving, books in all shapes and sizes, scrolls nestled next to tomes, and strange book ends that seemed to move whenever you weren't looking. Stepping through heavy iron doors bound open with iron chains that smelled faintly of brimstone, a round librarian's desk was immediately to the left and a stout, stubbled chinned librarian glanced up at the four and then back down at the text they were transcribing.

The history and religion sections were separated by a small gathering of tables in the bookshelves. Cal led them deeper into the library when the floor suddenly folded and they stepped down along the ground. The gravity never shifted and the sight only lasted for a moment: Space folded in on itself over and over and over, creating a complex overlapping maze that was the library. It was massive but Cal was an old hand at navigating the strange directions and soon enough they would find themselves at the crossroads of History, Religion, and Politics. Language, Cal was aware, was another bend around the corner at the far end of Cultural Studies.

Nicholas paused at a table, noted that a few people had left belongings behind, and looked at Cal directly. “What crypticness hides in the madness your mentor wrote?”

Into the Unknow

Rohan, Finley/Dysphoria, Frankie, Annika


Something predatory flashed across Sariel's face as her students offered the very essence of their beings into the magic, but it was gone in an instance and pride instead glowed from her.

Literally.

The same magic that the mechanisms drew out of the Neverish simmered just beneath her skin, bolts of lightning that skittered through her. However…

Whatever was in the Woodling's blood challenged Dysphoria's claim over the fey and Dysphoria found that unacceptable. Even the claiming reassurance of Finley's fingers and soothing feelings was not enough to quell the symbiote's possessiveness. Dysphoria took the forefront, symbiote skin bubbling up and over Finley and drawing their Darling inside of their protective shell.

On the outside, Finley was hidden behind fleshy purples and pinks as Dysphoria stared down Rohan. “Woodling. If whatever thing skulks inside your blood dare lay a finger on my Darling again, there will be no restraint as I tear it from you strand by strand and I will delight in both your agonies before I consume you. Alive if possible.”

In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danni Kingston
Location: Court of Two Sisters
Skills: N/A


“Duh, Princess.” Danni easily accepted the kiss and offered one in return. Danni giggled as April found another interest and waved as she decided to go shoot her shot, Danni beaming at Eli's compliment. “‘ey, you like it! I ‘ad t'is cologne tucked away for a bit and I never seemed ta quite find t'e right time for it, but it's vanilla and cedar! ‘onestly, I was streeeeesy ‘bout what scent ta wear and I t'ought ta myself ‘bout what I t'ought ya'd like and boom! T'is came ta mind immediately! Glad I guessed right!” Danni booped Eli in the nose but whined and laid his head on his shoulder.

“Oh gosh. Please remember I am not on your level! Feel my arms Eli. Lean muscle, not bulk muscle. And while you and ‘merica are drop dead gorgeous, I would not carry t'at well. I got a silhouette ta mainatin and sure I wanna stay super flowy in t'e sky, I would be v. annoyed if I ‘ad ta let out clothes ‘cause muscle bulk. Y'all got t'e market down on t'at and I am ‘appy ‘ere wit’ my noodles. But I can def. cheer ya on if ya need support!” Danni mimed waving pom-poms and laughed. Danni called out to Tommy. “I promise it was just a little prank! I'm sorry if I ‘urt your feelin's! I can make it up ta ya if you want me to? Just pls not a food contest. I can make ya food? I'll make ya lunch at some point? Or, or, or idk. You're faster at like… everyt'in’ so Idk what I can ‘elp wit’ tbh. Eli, what can I ‘elp ‘im wit’?

“Oh waddup, t'ey'll pay for personal trainers? Hmm, but I wanna ‘ang at t'e gym wit’ you guys and if I ‘ave a trainer I might not be able ta. Ooooooo, def get me t'at link girl. T'at way, I can figure out what I need and I can do somet'in’ reasonable while y'all rock t'e weights!” Danni wiggled in Eli's lap, shifting a bit to see Millie a bit better. “Omg, you're comin’ ta t'e institute?! T'at's amazin’! I can introduce ya to everyone! Omg, we can start right now! T'is is Eli and America, t'ey're on t'e Young Advengers and tbh are like, t'e face of our school. T'ey're really amazin’, t'ough you saw t'at! Eli and ‘merica, t'is is my cousin, t'e singer, actress, song writin’ Milli-illi-illi-illi-pede! Isn't she a cutie? But she got so busy and forgot all ‘bout us. T'e world is cold and cruel and my cousin forgets all ‘bout ‘er little backwaters family. Woe are we.” Danni threw himself back dramatically, fully trusting Eli to keep him steady. Still, he giggled.

“Oh, shoot. People are already dancin’! Eliiiiii, when are we dancin’?! Millie, you gotta come dance too unless ya wanna meet more people. You want me ta introduce ya ta everyone ‘ere? Oh! We can introduce ya on t'e dance floor, round robin style! It'd be so fun! And t'en after t'e party, we're watchin’ as many episodes of She-Ra as possible ‘cause its a crime ya ‘aven't seen it yet; it is cinema mastery!”

In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danni Kingston
Location: Court of Two Sisters
Skills: N/A


The second Danni was released from the headlock, Danni checked his reflection in the nearest thing he could. He straightened out his clothes, put the few strands of hair back in place, and whirled around laughing. “A food eating contest? Nah, I’mma sit outta t’at. I’m lookin’ ta dance in a bit and I don’t wanna ruin everyone’s view wit’ bloatin’, ya know? And I promised ta spend time wit’ Eli! I can’t back out on my guy like t’at!” Danni twirled away, coat ends sweeping up as it did, until he plopped into the seat next to Eli and hooked a leg over his. “Dude, I know I got knocked out, but t’at was ‘ella impressive t’at you kept goin’ like t’at. Tots wish I could be t’at resilient but I get a little roughed up and-“ Danni drew his finger across his neck. “If ‘merica t’ere ‘it me wit’ one of t’e punches, yeeesh. Down for t’e count. We outta ‘it t’e gym tagether so I can steal some of your routine! Oh! Maybe we can go runnin’ toget’er. Do you ‘ave a runnin’ partner? Who do ya do cardio wit? Dee’s an early bird get’s t’e worm kinda guy and I like ta do it in t’e evenin’. Or are ya a swimmin’ kinda cardio guy? Simming is good overall, but like I don’t really like t’e cold-actually, I ’ate it-so I just stick ta runnin’. T’ough, I’ve been flyin’ a little more recently and my shoulders are ‘urtin’ a bit. What’s your arm routine? I really need ta get t’em less noodly like yours!” Danni squeezed Eli’s bicep and sighed appreciatively. “Oh, you wanna share somet’in btw? I snacked a lot ‘tween stuff and if I’m jumpin’ ‘around on t’e dance floor wit’ a full stomach, I’mma get grumpy reaaaal quick. Do you dance? You wanna dance wit’ me? I can show ya some moves – its fun! ‘onestly, wit’ ‘ow ya move on t’e field, you’ll do great wit-“

Danni yelped as he ducked a cup and a plate nearly took a chunk of his ear and he found himself clinging fully to Eli as some poor sucker got introduced to all the food options simultaneously. Danni didn’t know who he was but Danni definitely knew one thing for sure: poor guy needed a hospital for those eye bags, yeesh. Someone call 911 cause that kid’s skin was going through it. Still, Danni thought it was weird how quickly Andy went from sucking face to guard dog. “’eeeeeey, what’s t’at t'in’ we’re supposed ta say again? Moss and Toph, right? Moss and Toph!” Danni cheered, reaching out to toast with anything that hadn’t been snatched and thrown. He cut a glance towards Dorian, trying to see if they needed to turn up the heat on the new guy but at Dorian’s little head shake, Danni knew to keep on Percy but otherwise stay chill so he turned back to the group. “America! Now t’at you’re not sucking Andy’s face anymore, we gotta get t’at photoshoot scheduled! I was t’inkin’ of doin’ a winter special one – maybe we can pop off ta a snowy place, you, me, and Eli and we can do some cool shots. Eli can ya t'row bot’ of us at t'e same time? You def can t'row me, but America actually ‘as real muscle which ‘ot damn girl, but its ‘arder ta move t'an my noodles. ‘cause you'd bot’ look so pretty in t'e snow, just a bit o’ fire, see if we can get t'e glow ta contrast real nice! Gotta do a snuggle look too! Hot cocoa and scarves and- oooh, we can share a scarf! Get one o’ t'ose real big ones too! I wonder if it’s too late t'at get some…”

Danni clocked it the moment the invisibility began to fade and he did a double take before waving madly from his perch on Eli's lap. ‘ey, its Milli-illi-illi-pede! I didn't know ya were comin’ ta t'is shindig! Come on over, pull up a chair, ya want somet'in’ ta eat? Eli and I are gunna share and-did ya order for us yet, btw? I wanna get a bowl of gumbo pls!-t'en ‘it t'e dance floor, but ya gotta tell us all ‘bout what's goin’ on! Like, duh you're all over t'e news ever ‘ere, but like ya gotta tell us ‘bout t'e personal stuff, not t'e TV stuff! ‘ow's life, ‘ow's t'e ‘rents, what's your favorite She-Ra episode?” He whipped back to Eli and bopped him on the nose.

“And we gotta plan t'at picnic! Text me your favs so I can try t'e recipes and get it all good!”



James calmly placed his hand over the gin and tonic as things flew about the room. His glass shook, but didn't move. While the kids made general sounds of dismay and cracked jokes to lighten the atmosphere, James took a sip of drink. The newcomer was a troublemaker. James knew enough of that type that he noticed the realization and the excitement, the cruel and vicious kind steeped in malicious intent. And his target… Well, his morning conversation a few days ago with Dominika came to mind. Percy's alcoholism and this kid may very well have a link.

“Percy may bolt. We need to keep an eye on him.” James leaned into the bar and murmured to Max across Casper. “New kid's a problem. If he makes a move towards Percy again, I'm removing him from the party.” James turned his gaze back to the shadow kid, making no effort to conceal his observations. The kid was cocky and confident, but James would fix that if he thought the shadow child was a threat to those under his care.

In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danni Kingston
Location: Medical Bay, Strange Academy -> Home - Court of Two Sisters
Skills: Sleight of Hand


It was a dream come true.

Napping on Sabine was nice after the chaos of the tournament, the Entity, just all of it. Beanie was warm and familiar and safe and Danni could have happily spent another hour dozing. But when the news hit the infirmary, when Katie and Tommy’s tablet blared with the announcement and everyone jolted into action and people rushed in with congratulations and condolences, Danni could only sit there and blink. April and Dorian and Danni wanted to join the competition together from the second they’d collided. Every moment of extra time was dedicated to training once they’d realized. The burns, the aches, the blisters, the near brushes with death, the frustration when they were separated, the irritation at the rest for standing between them – all of it led here, their team name plastered across screens, shouted in the stands, broadcast to all the world that the time and effort and suffering was worth it. Things were quiet, Danni felt numb, and everything seemed a little too bright to be real.

It took him several long minutes to shake off the strange numbness that seeped into his muscles, that took his breath from his lungs, that muted the energy that surrounded him but when he did, he exploded. The exhaustion and fatigue fell away because it mattered so little when in the face of such challenges, they’d won. Danni swept Beanie off the bed, screaming incoherently. He almost tackled Percy if it wasn’t for a nurse managing to intercept him and redirecting him like an overexcited puppy to the next nearest patient – Eli. Danni didn’t mind one bit, immediately falling into the medical cot, bouncing up and down while screaming his head off, and racing off to the next person just to repeat until he bolted out the door.

The resulting whirlwind of events only served to hype Danni up further. Selfies were taken and posted through the entirety of the next five hours, Danni screaming and fanning over his own fans and pulling up the memes about them to show the team. His accounts blew up and he knew he’d have to get everyone on his channel one way or another. But plotting (or puppy dog eyes and begging) would come later because right now, Danni had as much attention as he wanted and he was going to absolutely milk that for every bit it was worth.

Danni was disappointed that the photoshoot wasn’t longer. There were so many more interesting poses he had in mind and Excelsior had an entire professional team at their command – it was crazy the amount of them that were relieved when it was done. Danni had tried to make Vision listen to reason but even then, he was overruled and they were ushered out even as he tried to beeline it back. Danni was appeased when they were placed at the long table in front of cameras, both live and recorded, and they got to bask in the limelight once more – even if some of them were clearly trying to egg them on.

Danni! California is regularly plagued by wildfires. This year, thousands lost their homes and were displaced. Where were you?

“Oh well, def in school. My Pops-shout out ta t’e fam best one in the world and I love y’all!-always reminds me t’at just ‘cause I’m learnin’ ta be a ‘ero doesn’t mean I’m ready ta be one so I gotta leave savin’ everyt’in’ and everyone ta t’e experts ‘cause yeah we got powers, but we don’t ‘ave all t’e esperience t’e best of t’e best ‘ave yet, right? T’at’s why we’re in school – ta learn ‘ow ta ‘elp in t’ose sitchs. I mean, ya wouldn’t want a ‘eart doctor ta cut inta your ‘eart wit’out some books under t’eir belt right?”

A follow up – Did you set any of those fires or make them worse when practicing?

“Woooooow. We accusin’ kids of ‘urtin’ people. If you must know, my practice ‘as been in danger rooms, not outside, where people are ready and trained ta ‘andle any emergencies or problems. I’ve want ta go ta t'is institute since I was a kid – I know t’eir t’e best of t’e best and t’ey wouldn’t let students or bystandards get ‘armed! Danni definitely wasn’t going to mention how often superhero students just… ignored the school and did what they wanted anyways.

Danni! Your skin is so good! What’s your routine?” Danni pointed at the reporter in question and beamed. “You’re my favorite, askin’ t’e real questions! Okay so…. The reporters would then regret this question as Danni quickly overtook any particularly aggressive questions with detail recommendations for facial routines.

The next phase was another exciting one: sponsorships. That meant real gear, real work, real press. Danni chatted with everyone and anyone who approached, taking business cards and portfolio summaries and numbers at every turn. Danni knew one thing about this – don’t turn anyone down directly, don’t turn anyone away, and if someone clearly doesn’t want another suit and tie to talk to him, that’s the next person Danni’s talking to. He smiled and smirked and played the room, flitting about like a hummingbird in a flower garden and soaking up attention like sunshine. Danni was more than happy to drop things off with Vision and, finally, the fam (their arrival did in fact trigger another round of excited cheering and roping in the stuffy corporate suits into the frenzy).

One would think that, upon returning to the Kingston-Grey house, Danni would finally come down off his sugar high but after swapping numbers with America and Eli in the infirmary, Danni was determined to show off. They had to be fashionably late and he needed full creative control over his outfit, which meant Danni tore through the house in search of the perfect set. To most, that meant Danni coming in and out of his room a hundred times but at the Kingston-Grey House? This was war. No closet was safe, no accessory hidden enough, every bedroom was an opportunity and he pursued it relentlessly. Casper was dragged into it and the pair tore Danni’s closet, his parents’ closets, and Dorian’s closet to satiate Danni’s need for the greatest, strangest, most stunning fashion statement he’s worn this year. He grabbed styles from Dorian and Max, colors from James and Casper, and brought a number of his own items and begged his Pa to make his vision happen because Danni had to go do hair and make up and everything else still! He didn’t need hours – he needed days!





Danni’s outfit

Danni tucked his phone away in his jacket as they crossed the threshold of the portal. The music and life of New Orleans washed over him and the brief bit of him that started lagging suddenly roared to life once more. It bubbled out and Danni laughed in disbelief. They’d won. They’d won They’d won! He paused a moment outside the restaurant, unable to resist dancing to the street music, before he spun his way inside and thanked the staff as he bustled past. Danni followed the noise out the short walk and grinned. Music started up as the band set and Danni knew he’d absolutely drag someone into dancing with him. He pulled on a little fire, fully planning to burst out like peacock feathers behind him, but he could only manage a short wave and dissipated seconds after rolling past his shoulders. He felt a pang of exhaustion shot through him and he grimaced. Danni supposed he was pushing himself a little too much. They had just won the Contest after all. Danni waved the lingering warmth away and bounced his way to Eli, bopping him on the nose.

“‘eeeeeeeeeeeeeey! I told ya I was comin’! Now what do ya t'ink? Do I look good or do I look good?” Danni flaunted and preened, addressing the table before putting an order in for gumbo and water. He caught sight of Tommy all on his lonesome, shoving food in his face faster than Danni could see. A terrible idea flickered in the back of his head and cackling like a gremlin, he gave in. “BRB! Imma see if I can do a little sneaky sneaky. But I got a question for you so don't go anywhere.” Danni pointed at Patriot, before sulking poorly across to Tommy.

“‘eeeeey, Tommy. ‘ow's it goin’? T'ose were some sick moves out t'ere-” Danni dove for one of the tomatoes and he'd thought he'd been sneaky, waiting til Tommy was distracted, when he found himself a victim that same.super speed and cackled like a mad man in Tommy's head lock. “And ‘ere I t'ought I ‘ad ya! Guess I'm t'e loser tonight, pffft.” Danni cackled, putting the offending piece of food back and trying to wiggle free.
In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Morose@Blizz@Kirah@PatientBean@Teyao@KazAlkemi@kittyluna45
Late Morning - Fri. Nov. 1st, 2040


The Statue of Ardyon

Connie, Barty, Jake


“Yes, it is.” Croan confirmed, but offered no further clarification. The look in his eyes was distant, staring out and beyond the statue, and the familiar frown smoothed out into something softer. The vampire was by no means a nice man but for a moment, it was like he forgot he was cruel.

“The magic is as you say, Mr. MacLeod. A tangled, knotted web scattered across the flesh of a fool.”

A Trip through Magic

Willow, Nicky, Callaghan, Cassiopeia


“Excellent, excellent! The library will certainly be the right place to start. You'll need to find the last place it was recorded in history and work your way back - I personally like to start in history, with a focus on politics and art. Movements like this typically shift their cultural markers to fit around it and you'll need to document the book-shaped holes in the narrative as you do.” Mikkail agreed. “You'll also have access to a more private collection on the magical happenings of the century than most students so please discuss with the librarian and they can assist you in getting to it.”

Mikkail turned to Willow thoughtfully. “I admit, I failed to consider that - I was just too excited to have you all! If you are comfortable typing, I will endeavor to procure a method for you! You may have to rely on your coven today but when I find one, I will have it sent to your room!”

Nicholas watched Cal's slight head shake and turned his attention to the exit. If Nicholas had thought Cal was just covering for his mentor, he would have froze the shifter out in a heartbeat. But Nicholas knew Cal well enough to note confusion - the witch wouldn't deny some of it was protecting his mentor, but it was clear they were both in the dark here. Nicholas sighed, not bothering to hide it.

The dragon was going to be insufferable about this.

“Then, let us take our leave. No answers will avail themselves to us here.” Nicholas stood, smoothing out his clothes, and looked at the two still sitting. “Well, come along you two. There is work to be done and you shall certainly do your share.” Nicholas promised irritably, crossing the room, throwing the door open, and heading towards the library without a glance back.

Mikkail watched him leave. “In my experience, divination is an excellent starting point and the perfect way to clear roadblocks during an investigation. I would caution against using it too often - the cryptic nature of the divine often bogs down genuine research. So wield it, but sparingly.” Mikkail advised Willow.

Into the Unknow

Rohan, Finley/Dysphoria, Frankie, Annika


Sariel leaned against the door, watching her Coven start to get into the process of creating their anchor.

“Trees take too much time, we agree. We should make something soft and squishy. What are those things Dewdrop showed us, Darling?” Dysphoria swung back and forth as they contemplated, a tendril snapping lightly on Finley's arms when it came to them. “Fruity Gushers! Yes, we should make a fruity gushers with blood and then when we are done, it will be a rewarding snack!” Dysphoria recommended, almost salivating at the thought. The symbiote offered Rohan a sharp, toothy smile as well.

“Yes, Woodling, let us help you with your bloodletting.” They crooned, a tendril reaching out to caress his arm.

In Camp Lava Lake → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Aster swept in past Zeke, already casting a critical gaze across the cabin. “How in the world could anyone consider this anywhere near ready?” Aster grumbled irritably. Filth coated the floors, dust and spiders claimed every nook, cranny, and corner, and the mattresses and frames were 1940s antiques. He tapped one of the bunk bed frames with his foot and grimaced at the gunk on the toe of his shoe.

“This ought to be condemned. Next we'll find roaches and if we do, I cannot be held accountable for what happens after. I'll need to commit war crimes to make.this place habitable.” Aster stormed across to the twins and nearly set his luggage down before he realized the state of the mattress. He felt his blood pressure rise and his hands trembled. Aster turned slowly and spoke very, very calmly. “Zeke. These bags cost more than everybody here combined. Every mattress is coated in who knows what and there isn't any other furniture I can put these down on. And if I can't start cleaning this place in approximately the next three minutes, I will scream.”

Ezekiel glanced back, watching everyone else head to other parts of the camp. He had expected at least someone else to come with him and Aster, since they still had their bags. Zeke sighed, shifting the bags he still carried. It made sense Nancy left. He would have to get her to run him through the HAM radio later. Although Zeke was glad Demetri decided to go. If Nancy did have a seizure he couldn’t get her back from, Demi was the only one Zeke knew and trusted to radio in help for his sister. There was no way in hell he was letting anyone else stay by her side while she went through something like that.

Ezekiel looked over the space with indifference. It looked like any other summer camp to Zeke, but to Aster, it seemed to be one rung above hell. Zeke rolled his eyes while Aster started to list the complaints about the place. Zeke and his sister had survived worse. Aster would survive this.

”And this concerns me how?” Zeke asked, tossing his and his sister’s bags onto one of the beds and rested his guitar case against the bed frame.

Aster whirled around, ready to tear into Zeke, and paused as he saw the offering. Aster gently placed his bags on top of Zeke and Nancy's, still not thrilled but it was far better than the filth of this place. He felt much more settled and eyed everything with a far more efficient look. “Because nobody deserves this. Everyone deserves to live with some dignity. I guess not that they care about…’ Aster popped his hip and flipped his wrist dramatically. “Us poofs, but gods this is disgusting even for the straights. A delightfully refreshing pace at least. Didn't need to weave around Dobbs at all. Now, let's find those chemicals and I'll get these beds dealt with and this place perfect. I just need bleach. All the bleach. Did Dibbs say where chemicals were? Once I realized he was setting the stage for mass murder of the homophobic variety, I stopped listening.”

Ezekiel stated at Aster's bags. He debated knocking them over, but figured Aster would have a panic attack or set the place on fire. Zeke settled for crossing his arms. He listened to Aster's diatribe, rolling his eyes after.

”Are you always this dramatic?” He fiddled with the bandana on his wrist before heading for the door. Dobbs wasn't homophobic…was he? ”I don't think he said, but I'd imagine they'd be up at the main building.”

“How inconvenient.” Aster clicked his tongue in disapproval as he looked around. The beds could be moved so… he'd ensure he had plenty of space once he started cleaning. He turned to follow Zeke but paused. This was turning into a terrible day, worse than he'd imagined, and he definitely needed something to bolster his spirit. He opened one of his bags and plucked out a small silver compact with handpainted daffodils on the front. He snapped the back shut, carefully opened the compact, and sighed pleasantly as he stared into his own reflection.

Aster could stare at himself for hours-it wouldn't be the first time-and never grow bored. Gazing upon art never grew dull. His eyes were bright and vibrant and expressive, he had cheekbones for days, and a little dimple that still popped up when he smiled just right. And with the flush of exertion the walk up painted pretty across his cheeks…

Aster knew he'd already inspired a few of these poor souls.

Still, the threat of jail and the condition of their sleeping quarters kept him from sinking too deeply into his own eyes and he shut the contact carefully before slipping it into his pocket. “Alright, let's see what we have to work with! Though, remind me to check for thread. If anyone's clothes tear, I'd like to have more than what my sewing kit has.” Aster breezed past Zeke in much better spirits. “And we should probably talk about your boyfriend. Calling you an arcade machine is certainly a red flag.”

Zeke paused by the door when he didn’t hear Aster following along. Zeke was relatively independent, but he was not lugging all the cleaning supplies back for this dude. He turned to get tell Aster to hustle up when he saw the guy staring into a compact mirror. Zeke had gifted one to his mother once after seeing all the women at the club using them. Zeke was half expecting Aster to kiss the mirror with the way he was gazing at himself. ”Do you read Greek poetry?” Zeke inquired. However, his train of thought was derailed with Aster’s next sentence.

”He’s not…we’re not…” Zeke shut the door behind him, fiddling with the bandana again. “I just found out he’s interested on the drive up.”

Aster scoffed, giving Zeke a pointed look. “You just learned he was interested and you're already wearing that? Oh, sweetie. No wonder he objectified you.” Aster said sympathetically. “You don't seem like the kind of boy who wants a whirlwind summer fling and then never see him again. I get please-woo-me, flowers and chocolates and music and easy affection, from you. And your… Well, he seems interested in easy. Stand up for yourself a bit. You're certainly worth more than that. Make him work for it. People forget about the easy, darling. People love the chase and when he catches you, he won't let go.”

Zeke rolled his eyes at Aster, ignoring the butterfly feeling he was getting in his stomach. ”Ya, sure. I don't think us “poofs” get that sort of thing. Especially when you're the bi kid at school and the closeted football players want a go. This,” he said, holding up his arm with the bandana. ”was at least given to me by someone who won't be afraid to be out about it.”

“Settling is unattractive, Zeke. I know sharing a stage with me makes it difficult to truly shine, but you only get one life. If that's what you want, go get i-” Aster stepped back, hands clutching at invisible pearls. “Closet cases? Oh sweetie, why did you do that to yourself? Just because someone is out and proud doesn't make them better than those fools. And while you can certainly settle for whatever you want, no one is going to advocate for you. If romance and love is worth experiencing for you, then it's worth suffering for. Don't settle for a little bit of visability.” Aster gestured for Zeke to follow and headed for the main building.

“Unless you want to be an arcade of course. But give yourself a fighting chance at least.”

Ezekiel shifted uncomfortably, looking anywhere but at Aster. His eyes settled on the main building, thinking about how he trusted Demetri to call out if there was an emergency with his sister, but did he trust him with more? Zeke rubbed the back of his neck, growing at Aster when he mentioned the arcade game thing again. Zeke really hadn't liked that statement earlier, either.

He followed Aster silently, walking beside him. Zeke didn't think he was settling, but there also weren't a lot of options. Besides, Demi was flirting a lot with Zeke on the car ride up, and always came to the music shop where Zeke worked… could there be something more if Zeke asked for it?

”How would I go about doing that? Asking for what I want, not settling, or whatever…” They reached the main building and Zeke opened up the door, stepping back for Aster to go in first again.

Aster stepped through without hesitating. “You have some options. You've gotten past the dangerous part - he isn't going to humiliate or kill you because you're into him. Now you tell him about what you need and your expectations. One, escalate. Start giving little gifts, mini-dates, things like that. Actions speak louder than words they say.” Aster counted on his fingers as he spoke. “Two, and my personal favorite, be direct and say it. Lay the expectations from the beginning so that it doesn't become a problem later on. If he's worth keeping, he'll step up to the plate.”

Aster paused and looked around. Cleaning chemicals could be in the kitchen but… “It's all about confidence, really. Know what you want, see the path there, walk it, and fuck what anyone says about it.”

Zeke let the door shut behind him. He could hear some of the others, but continued to listen to Aster. It wasn't horrible advice, but it wasn't great either. ”Ya huh. And what's the, “we're stuck at a summer camp for community service and can't leave” option?” He glanced around the room, looking for a janitorial closet or something.

“Option 2, obviously. Have that conversation and if he shows his true colors, then you have all this time to enjoy your revenge.” Aster opened any door he could find, until one revealed a small janitorial closet. Aster stepped in and took stock, standing on tip toe to feel around the top shelf. “Ugh, this is terrible. Who cleans without gloves?! Anyways, wouldn't some clarity into his motivations make this better? Otherwise, you'll worry yourself sick, let yourself be treated like a doormat, and no one wants that. Insecurity is unattractive.”

Zeke leaned against the doorframe, one hand extended above his head as he peered into the closet behind Aster. The cleaning supplies were rather minimal. No window cleaner, paper towel…cloths…

”Well, I was fine without clarity. Until I talked to you.” Now, Aster filled Zeke's head with all sorts of thoughts and possibilities. Could he have his first real relationship with a guy? With Demi?
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danni Kingston
Location: Medical Bay, Strange Academy
Skills: N/A


Separating from the Entity was not easy. Zipping around and reminding all his friends he loved them? Amazing. Making one tiny, infinitesimal change in the world? Super. Separating from an eldritch being after wielding power Danni was clearly not accustomed too? Instant regretti.

Magic suuuuuuuuuuuuucked.

Darkness crept in at the edges of his vision. His heartbeat sounded in his ears. The whole world spun and it took everything in him to stay standing. His stomach protested, what little still in it churning violently, and he trembled with the effort it took not to actually vomit on live television. Distantly, he registered people talking and maybe even to him but he knew if he tried moving, it was over. He forced himself to take deeper breaths, trying to even himself out, when a burst of pain flared up his back and everything he'd been doing came crashing down. The darkness swept over him before he could vomit.



Danni heard voices before he saw faces and he groggily blinked in the sudden light, the healer fussing about a bit before pressing some water into his hand and helping him drink. He realized he was suddenly parched and although he tried, the healer wouldn't let him gulp the water down no matter how much he whined. It took more energy than Danni cared for but finally, he was allowed to settle back and come fully to consciousness. He took in his surroundings, seeing Tommy and Katie, Spicy vibing in the corner, and more importantly, Beanie.

It was no little secret that Danni was a clingy guy. He knew it, they knew it, everyone loved it at all times! So Danni saw Beanie's personal space and decided it was perfectly Danni shaped. He swung his legs off the bed and stumbled a little as he lighted himself, padding clumsily across to Sabine's bed and dove right in, snuggling right up to her, throwing an arm over her stomach, a leg across her's, and rested his head on her shoulder.

“Hi, Beanie.” Danni's giggle was quickly taken over by a yawn. He spoke softly, exhaustion leaving him subdued. “Thanks for t'e ‘elp wit’ t'e big mess Dee made. It ‘elped soooooo much, like ya don't even know. Dee was all like I'm sups excited ta be ‘ere in t'is. Unlimited power, blam, blam and Billy was like I don't even wanna do t'is. I don't get invited ta t'e after party and I'm fightin’ stuff no one believes in but wants ta kill everyone so why do we do a stupid contest and it was super intense ‘tween t'em ya know and t'at little bit of Beanie ya gave me ‘elped me keep my head on in t'err ot'erwise yeesh, I don't know if Danni was gunna come out ya know? I know it's been kinda tough t'is week wit’ t'e ‘rents and all t'at, but ya know you're always allowed in t'is noggin’ right? Trust ya til I die.” Danni squeezed Sabine tight before shooting up and shouting at the Young Avengers.

“OMFG you don't get ta go ta t'e after party?! T'at's so mean! Beanie, Beanie we gotta t'row our own party. We gotta…” Danni slumped back onto Sabine, curling back on her. “No, nap t'en party but I'm comin’ for t'e ‘ex girl's left shoes and settin’ t'em on fire. When I ‘ave t'e strength again.”
In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Location: Mikkail's Sitting Room
Grimore: N/A
Skills: N/A



Nicholas wasn't certain what to do with that. He was well aware that the past liked to catch up; it was why they'd moved as much as they did, but he trusted his magic more than everyone in this room. Illusions, unlike people, never failed him because he knew they were lies. They were reliably false. He could certainly do without Mikkail thieving his original tongue, magically or otherwise. The Professor probably thought it would relax him, lower his guard a little, before he slapped him with another exploitive task. Nicholas decided Mikkail was colorful in the same way an animal was - decidedly poisonous.

Nicholas opted to remain silent and ignore where Mikkail put his book. Instead, he focused on his plans for the greenhouse. He had plenty of little spots to grow things and their journey through China offered him an opportunity to pick up some interesting additions. He'd been particularly interested in astragalus and some of its protective properties in spellwork. Nicholas planned to work it into his illusions to see if it made them harder to dispel.

Still, even as he let his mind water, the sound of chalk on board drew his attention and he slowly lifted an eyebrow. Although the chalk was writing, it was ignoring whatever nonsense the Professor was uttering and scribbling madness across the board. “And he's senile.” Nicholas scoffed under his breath, though the acorn he didn't bother hiding shifted to confusion as a single English word bid them escape. Nicholas revisited the lettering above it and noted the clean, even line work. If it was madness, Nicholas would expect it frantic and intense and messy but whatever this message said, it was intentional. He glanced at Cal, looking to see his reaction.

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