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Multi-Interest Check of Interests

If this is gonna be set in the 1930s, will it be during WWII? Or will it be a little earlier?

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Leah Jordan

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Location: Fortune Shack > The Hammer
Skills: Punching things and throwing rocks
First Day Fit

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Well.

Shit.

Agatha's readings seemed less like a reading and more like a heavy prophecy that hung over Leah's head. Of course, she understood exactly what it meant. There wasn't anything cryptic to decipher in the meaning, no extra questions that came from ones already answered. No, it was about as clear an answer as anyone could possibly get. She had to kill him one day, and make sure he was actually dead this time. She was hoping that day wouldn't actually come, or if it did, that it wouldn't come for a long time. Though, it already has been a long time, so it could be tomorrow for all Leah knew. Oh well. Under normal circumstances, Leah chose to punch things in a philosophical, nigh meditative way when she had a big question she needed to think for a while. The sound of absurdly strong fists hitting a punching bag was like the language of the universe flowing through her ears, giving her the wisdom she needed.

These were not normal circumstances. Normal circumstances didn't involve a prophecy written in the stars... Or was it the cards? Was it both? Honestly, Leah didn't know. Maybe it was in the stones, considering Leah was handed a tool of divination from Agatha. She didn't even understand divination. Alas, it was a gift, so she would keep it. She had punched things enough today, so instead, Leah felt like testing her luck against another cosmic force of nature that wasn't destiny, but worthiness. Whatever the hell that meant. Leah walked across the academy grounds until she got to the hammer, which no one seemed to be testing themselves against by the time she got there.

"Hammer, hammer, on the ground. Does your judgement deem me truly sound?" She mused aloud, and then knelt down to reach her grip around the handle. And then, with all the might and heft of one who could shatter a mountain, Leah made an attempt to lift the hammer from where it sat. There was likely some otherworldly presence watching out of curiosity, or amusement at the notion that someone of her... descent could lift it. Alas, Leah was not one to avoid taking shots the had the opportunity to take.

Multi-Interest Check of Interests

My idea is a dude with indestructible arms. He's a highschool teacher who could beat the biggest dude in school in a fist fight... And he would too, if he could get away with it.

Multi-Interest Check of Interests

I don't know the first thing about "golden age" heroes or the 1930s

But an Omega Man rp is an Omega Man rp

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

So.. Are we dead

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Leah Jordan

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Location: The Carnival > Fortune Shack
Skills: Punching things and throwing rocks
First Day Fit

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Agatha's lips were pursed, as she was not entirely satisfied with how that reading had gone. She was beginning to wonder whether it had been the right decision to go take the job at Strange Academy - some of these students clearly needed her guiding hand. Her familiar, Ebony, was still in their form as a panther. Agatha looked at Ebony for a minute, before sighing slightly. "Come on in... Leah," Agatha called out. It was probably for the best if Leah did not acknowledge Zelda - Agatha saw some immediate trauma down that path.

Leah did not, in fact, acknowledge Zelda. She just walked right in.

"Hey. Heard you were going soon. Strange Academy, right? Look at you, going places." She didn't really get close with Agatha in the couple of years that she attended AA, but then again, Leah never got close with anybody. She took a seat across from the woman. "So... Got room for one more before you take off? Something's been on my mind lately. Not really something I can get an answer for normally..." Surely Agatha wouldn't ask, right? "I guess the best way I can put it is... Will things that happened to me a long time ago come back? Or will they happen again?" There were things Leah had buried a lifetime ago, both literally and figuratively. But still, he was a very clever person, and if anyone could come back from the dead, it was that man. Leah's life had come a long way from his grasp, and she worried that she had possibly come too far to see behind her in a weird way. Like diving lower into the ocean than you ever have, only to get turned around and realize you can no longer see the sky. "I wanna know if I should be looking back on things more, if that makes any sense. I've never been really good at the whole fortune thing like you."

"I'll be here until the sun sets," Agatha promised Leah. She was not too surprised at the somewhat secretive nature of Leah's question. Many students today had already gone through her tent, withholding specific information. But it didn't matter. Agatha didn't need to know concrete facts, not when she had her intuition to guide her. That really was the key to magic, particularly when it came to fortune telling - it was something that Agatha could not teach her students. Either they were naturally intuitive or they were not.

"That makes perfect sense, dear," she then added. She snapped her fingers and the cards whirled around in the air, shuffling themselves, bopping around the crystal ball and narrowly dodging being singed by the floating candles. Ebony let out a low meow, followed by a hiss as the cards came to a stop. Three cards arranged themselves in a circle, before setting down gently on the table. While in previous readings the cards had gone still at this point, the cards in this reading continued to move, rotating in a cycle. The Ten of Swords. Temperance, Reversed. Queen of Wands, Reversed. Over and over again, the cycle never ending.

If the panther-cat hissing hadn't been an indication, this was a bad reading. "You are trapped in a dark cycle, my dear," Agatha said, her voice low. The lighting in the tent turned sinister and dark, the flickering candles casting shadows wherever Leah looked. "A painful one. The Ten of Swords - a painful, horrific, tragic yet inevitable end. Temperance, Reversed - a major spiritual working in your life, your life is ruled by instability and imbalance. And the Queen of Wands, Reversed - you need to know yourself, child, re-forge your identity. And then the cycle will repeat. Over and over again..."

Agatha paused, letting these words sink in. "The only question is - where on the cycle are you right now? And what can you do to break free of it?" She frowned, snapping her finger and another card was drawn - a card for advice, a means for Leah to break free. Five of Wands. "I see," Agatha murmured. "The only way for you to break this cycle of pain and suffering... is through conflict. I think you know, my dear, what sort of conflict this means - who you must face."

She always had a feeling that he was too smart to be taken out by just a landslide.

The cards seemed to know that Leah would have to go back there, or maybe let him come to her, and finish the job she should have finished back in the day. Did Agatha know this too? She was old and powerful in her own right, so the possibility of her knowing all of this and more wasn't something to ignore. But even then, what would she have done? This had been haunting Leah for a very long time. If nothing else, now she knew that there was a potential solution.

"Well. That's terrifying." She said, "Thanks. That gives me answers. Well, it kinda does. I think." Leah stared down at the cards, pondering their meanings. Identity and life in turmoil, with the only way out being through... She could live with that, maybe.

"The future is rarely kind to those with great destinies," Agatha said, attempting to be comforting. She knew that it was a lot to take in. "Is there anything else you'd like to know, child?" she then asked. She already had in mind the perfect thing to give to Leah - something Agatha hoped might set her on her way, but also provide a source of comfort.

"Uh. I guess... How do I know it can stop for good? I mean, if it's a cycle and all." So far, that cycle hadn't even come to turn as far as she knew. What if it just took long enough to do so that she could very easily forget?

Agatha hesitated for a moment - had Leah been one of her students, she would have cautioned her that no one could ever truly know when the cycle would end. One final card settled down on the table in front of Leah. It depicted a woman standing alone, cloaked in a grey robe, peering at a closed laptop - the Hermit. Another card of major spiritual forces. "Only you will be able to answer that, my dear," Agatha said softly.

"Only me." Great.

"Well, thanks. I should probably get going. Whatever you're doing at Strange Academy soon, good luck with that. See you around." Leah stood up to leave.

"Before you leave, I have something to give you... Leah," Agatha interjected. She stood up from her seat, gathering her purple shawl around her a little more, before placing a small velvet bag in Leah's hands. Due to her abilities, Leah would be able to sense that the bag contained stones. "I hope you find these runes useful. If you should care to learn them, I would seek out Madalyne Crane or Billy Maximoff - my best pupils here. If not, well... I understand that young women these days have no qualms about throwing stones."

Young Justice

Location Rooftop
Interactions Kassy, team comms

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This was it. This is what she trained for.

Once they touched down, Cora put on her helmet and took things in. Roughly a month had passed since she first walked into Mount Justice, and now it was finally time to put all that training to good use. A bank robbery normally didn't seem like anything particularly dangerous, but people normally didn't focus on the people involved. Besides, this bank was fucking massive. If she messed up now, lives could be lost. That couldn't happen, and if anyone did up today, she just hoped it wasn't her. Metamorph seemed to know what he was doing, so Cora felt like he could trust him to keep things from falling apart.

With Nymph already gone and scouting ahead, that just left Mirage and herself to get moving. Cora felt... Intimidated by Mirage, but she seemed cool. "Meet you over there." She told Mirage, and ran towards the hatch, and she seemed to start floating just after she took off. Current flowed through Stormcaller's body like a wire, allowing her to move through the air rather than on foot. Cora weaved her way around all of the AC structures and usual rooftop obstacles, and landed by their destination quickly.

Cora peeked the hatch open ever-so-slightly and looked down in, before closing it back. "I'm here, looks safe to go in. Nymph, you okay in there?" Cora asked over their comms.

Something smelled like burnt rubber...

TITANS

I will also not be participating, unfortunately.

The vibe was killed when you got defensive over Kairo's powers.

TITANS

I’m gonna be honest, the possibility of someone getting love potioned seems kind of weird to me. And not in a good way. That’s adjacent to mind control, both of which take agency from people, because now someone has to write their character acting on the decisions of someone who isn’t their writer.

TITANS

Still a slot?

@EmiliaBaiYue

Oh hey

Small world