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X-Men: GenetiX

The space between galaxies was smaller than the distance between Charles and the nearest real thing. There was truly nothing in the mind of Andrew Becker's body. Umbra was the antithesis of substance, a mind that never got the chance to find its body and relate to the feeling of being corporeal. He was born a ghost, for all the good it did him to still exist. He could die a normal death like this, trapped in the body of Andrew and effectively kneecapped in terms of his ability to affect the world. Being chained to a body had its appeals, and it was Ryder's body that he had hoped to eliminate the downfalls with.

This one would do, if they could just kill him. But first, they must try.

The nothingness pressed down on him, and it screamed. It was, in a way, like the screams of Ryder's mind. Loud, aggressive, uncaring.

WHO ARE YOU TO STOP ME?

There wasn't a voice to hear. It was a language only heard in silence.

SHE IS MINE. HER SHELL IS MINE. SHE EXISTS TO BECOME MINE.

YOU ARE FLESH. YOU ARE BONE. YOU ARE WARMTH.

YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND. YOU CANNOT.


Sure enough, the guards had backed off surprisingly quick. There wasn't a single one in sight.

Ryder couldn't even tell where they were. She didn't know why, but even their radios were starting to flicker out of notice.

"...Something's wrong."

Camp Athens - Closed

Hi, hello

Bean told me about this. He told me it would be my vibe so count me in.

I know little about the Greek gods but my hyperfixative ass can and will learn a thing or two and I’m making this your problem.

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

Annika did not feel herself hit the ground, because she didn't. At the last moment, her father swept in and grabbed her.

Then, they were both gone with the shadows that hid under the the noontime sun.

Back to the Everdark, back home, Jack carried the exhausted child up the stairs, down the hall and to her room. Silent like the grave, he deposited her into the bed, where Nochalla hopped up and stayed with her for the next few hours. It was always strangely quiet in this world, like the ground was listening and the sky was watching. It was her decision to keep going, but he wasn't even remotely surprised she did. Annika wasn't related to him by blood or even from the same century as him, but they were both full of tenacity.

He could remember when his tenacity cost him dearly, the many times he flew close to the moon and paid for it, with no one to catch him when he fell. That would not happen this time. By the time the child woke up, almost like it was planned, Nochalla was awake and looking at her with half-lidded eyes. The third eye in her forehead was closed, and Jack sat over them both. A steaming cup sat on the nightstand.

"What have you learned?"

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Jack had many stories to tell from a life of wandering the world. Tales of friends long gone who were better magicians than him, of legends he proved wrong when countless others could not. Tales of love, loss and what it meant to be hopeful for better things to come in life.

Not all of those stories were good.

It was never "day" in this world. But there were ways to tell when it was day relative to the nearest world. A stable rift had existed in the backyard of the house for years, it was why he chose to conjure it up here. By that metric, it was midday, so it was morning here. Jack stood in a kitchen, cast in a soft gloom like everything here. To an unfamiliar eye, it looked like pans and bowls were moved by telekinetic force, but it was a realm of shadow that he lived in, and this house was never fully lit.

Nochalla scampered up the stairs, as she did every morning, to pester Annika.

And deep below the house, in a basement that did not exist, locked behind walls that were never built, something snapped awake for the first time in years. It was a simple thing, a book covered in golden filigree and glittery flecks of light.

A recess formed in the cold soil, surrounding it in empty air. Big enough for a small child to fit inside of.

IT HAS NOT BEEN FINISHED YET.

The next page of something long dead, a story long put away, never meant to be opened again, was turned.

And inside the house, the floorboards merely creaked.

The Symphony: Modern Magic

Mourningdove Lane

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Okay, the old man had a point about it being a skill. Even if he didn’t say anything about the rest, not that Mason was surprised. The more he listened, the more his mood soured. He was starting to come up with a bigger picture for how this all worked. If they were magically stinking up the place everywhere they went, and they could be tracked, then how long did that linger? Was it like energy where it disappeared after a while? Or did it settle into things and leave a mark? Was he okay to go home, or did that metaphorical ship sail last week?

Shit, what about mom?

”Yeah.” That was his one response to any of this shit. Life wasn’t fair, and it just got a lot less fair. He followed the rest of them to whatever the hell the old elf wanted to show them. Mason was feeling very curious about all of this, suddenly. And not just in the way everyone else was. Magic was fucking real, and he could do it. He got a pretty damn shitty kind of it, but what if he could learn another? Or undo whatever shit was causing him to delete things from reality?

It wound something up in his brain. That something started spinning.

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”Fuck,” Mason echoed. On the Archivist’s screen, it showed what looked like some goddamn SWAT team leveling a shack. And it was barely even that, it looked so decrepit that it was a wonder these so called “Witch Hunters” didn’t just turn around and walk away on the assumption it was abandoned.

Watching them bomb it just to kill someone they assumed was inside really let all of this sink in that much further for Mason. They knew exactly what they were doing, moving in and hitting that spot with prejudice. The environment looked wrong, if that wasn’t the screen itself doing that.

What could they do to a house that wasn’t in such bad shape? One with windows?

“They have no artifacts, no proper armor,” The Archivist chuckled, “they’re no true witch hunters, they’re cosplayers. Larpers. Trusting technology to do the work and leaving themselves exposed to your magic.”

Lord Himblebimble the Podrous

”…Artifacts? Like- What, like some magic lamp or something?” Mason asked. How did that work? Rules for thee, not for me? If they were really that stupid, maybe that was true.

Mason shook his head and stepped back, thinking. They were in pretty bad shape, by the looks of things. But if that was them when they were just jokers in Kevlar, what did they look like as the real deal? Mason was picturing flying suits of armor with fucking machine guns strapped over the shoulders. Helmets adorned with bulky, cycloptic contraptions that could read traces of magic smaller than atoms from a mile away. What if they just caved and started using wizards to kill wizards?

”Fuck, shit, damnit- Okay…” He knitted his hands together and fidgeted them against one another. He started doing that a lot more lately after his magic started existing. ”They’ve had a week to look for us, and even if they’re running around with their heads up their asses, they have all that shit… We don’t. So… Fuck it.”

They were in a study, so he’d take some initiative.

Mason broke away from the group and stopped in front of a wall of books that looked magical. He read the spines, picking out the ones that were outlandish in name. It took him a moment before he stopped on one that seemed to grab his attention. One written in Elven.

He reached his hand up to grab and pulled back, before actually touching it. For a moment, Mason had to stop and actively think about not discorporeating a valuable piece of knowledge. Who knew if this one book out of thousands in here could contextualize everything?

He pulled it off and navigated around all the bits and bobs in the room, absentmindedly ensuring he would smack something priceless and snap it away. Mason opened the book and started reading through it while the others talked. Whatever subject he had started on was known only to God and whoever could read the language of Elves. Even though it was hard to tell, Mason was part Elf on his mother’s side.

“Introductions are finally in order. I am Sir Percival Ravensmere. And you are fortunate I am here to help.”

Percy Runningsmear

Mason was two pages in when he turned his head back up. ”…You have got to be fucking kidding me.” So they had to keep their heads down, learn to hide, when one of the biggest names in history was hanging around them? Yeah, they were fucked.

”I’m giving it three days before the other jackasses in your family find you.” And with that, he went back to reading.

Blizz's Vault of Stuff

Firebase

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Ability Scores

Melee 2	Agility 2	Resilience 0	Vigilance 0	Ego 0	Logic 0

Defense Scores (10 + ability score)

Melee 12	Agility 12	Resilience 10	Vigilance 10	Ego 10	Logic 10

Damage

Melee d6 x 1 + 2	Agility d6 x 1 + 2	Ego d6 x 1 + 0	Logic d6 x 1 + 0

Extra Info

Rank 1	Health (30 x Resilience) 30	Focus (30 x Vigilence) 30	Karma 30	Damage Reduction 0

Biography

Full Name: Connor Bray // Connor van Dyne
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 15
Birthday: Unknown
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 138lbs
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Who the fuck is asking?
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Distinguishing Features:

• Long scar running from his left eye to below his right eye.
• Burn marks all over his hands, wrists and elbows.
• Scars from stab wounds all over his chest and stomach.
• Menacing, bitchy face.

Build: Disconcertingly skinny.
Origin: ???
Team: No
Base: Fire
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Hobbies: None, he's boring as fuck.

History

Personality

Violent, unhinged, vindictive, and feral.

Fears (list 2-3 fears your character has):

Traits

Tags

Powers

Inhumanly good at making energy weapons. Idk I'll fill it out later. Gun (tm)

• List each power and what it does. Make sure to separate out each power type.

Extra Stuff: 🎵I am War🎵

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Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Leah Jordan

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Location: New Orleans
Gear:
Skills:

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Okay. Enough fucking around.

Leah stepped out of the weird fuckass magic waiting room thing and immediately, IMMEDIATELY saw Vision just right there. Talking to Andy and standing around with the Baby Avengers because of course Leah just had to catch him when he wasn't alone. It was just her damn luck that these things would go like that. Leah thought to herself, surely he wouldn't start running his mouth about some urgent emergency thing here, right? Maybe he could actually do that thing where he understood the weird, unspoken meanings people seemed to think their words had. Leah didn't do that, but maybe a robot without human emotions was better at it. She didn't want to air this out in front of a bunch of nepo-babies, and she didn't want to tip Andy off that something was up.

Though, she also didn't want Sabine to kick her ass.

Whatever, fuck it.

"Vision. I'm gonna wait outside for Sabine." That was the strategic way to handle it, because Leah's bumbling dumbass had to strategize about that. She walked past him and out the door of the waiting room, into whatever the fuck could possibly be right outside. There, she mentally prepared herself for whatever she had to say that Sabine wouldn't just inject into his mind.

I pretended to be an orphan for four years because I tried to kill my dad.

Yeah, no, my dad's a supervillain, international terrorist and stupid-rich mercenary. No big deal.

Oh, hi, my name's actually Mayra, I'm just pretending to be a superhero. Nice to meet you!

Fucking kill me already, holy shit. Leah wondered if Imperator was going to just walk around the corner again and fucking shoot her with a gun loaded with Pym particles or something.

This sucked.

The Symphony: Modern Magic

Mourningdove Lane

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”Okay. Everyone just calm the hell down for a damn minute.” Mason had heard many stories about sea monsters and legends of myth before. Based on what this old man was saying, tang wasn’t without it it’s reasons. There were “witches” and then there were witches. ”So all those myths about magic men and fucking wizards actually came from somewhere factual? Okay, sure. All of it got struck down and erased? That makes sense, I guess. Makes sense that you’d know that, if you used to be one of them.” They sounded like real assholes, these “Witch Hunters.” Mason 100% believed his little story about being one of them, given the chip on his shoulder. He sounded exactly like how Mason expe at ed a whole group of them to sound.

”But all of this shit seems way too convenient. These voices I’ve been hearing, and magic just suddenly coming back after you people spent so long to get rid of it.” Mason crossed his arms and glared down at the old man. ”You were either real good at what you did, and something fucked up happened, or you weren’t and these guys aren’t that scary. And why didn’t you just shoot yourself when you suddenly became part of the problem?” He asked. That was a rhetorical question, anyone sensible wouldn’t, but someone as old as the Archivist had to have a whole lifetime of things drilled into him if he was being legit.

Everyone else was acting pissed off, which made sense. But something about all of this clicked with Mason. ”I don’t care that much, as long as I get answers. I’ve heard enough stories about monsters that used to exist that I believe you, but the first thing I’m doing before I do your wizard shit of figuring out how to get this destruction shit I’m doing under control. You got any future vision shit for that?”

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Leah Jordan

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Location: New Orleans
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These questions weren’t really anything Leah cared too much about. The only one that gave her pause was the one about her name, which she just had to stop and think about for a second. She Hulk did use that name on whatever she filed. So she filled it out and just waited… And then Agatha just manifested out of thin air like a hologram. Leah stared her down for a moment, wondering if the old lady was
going to turn around and look back, maybe say something like, “Oh I see you turned into a weird monster already, that happened sooner than I thought.” She saw the future, after all. But she already started doing shit, and there would probably be time to talk with her after she found Victoria. And after she talked to Vision.

She wasn’t looking forward to that. Oh well.

And she wasn’t looking forward to this, either. Leah got in line somewhere and waited. The time she spent waiting was enough to wrangle her thoughts into something coherent. She never liked doctors or examinations. They made her want to tear her damn skin off and hit someone with whatever was underneath. She’d been under Imperator’s knife enough, and that was pretty damn fresh in her mind right now, given the situation.

A physical was no problem for her. Physical stuff was half of Leah’s entire thing as a superhero. It felt weird being observed doing it, but whatever...

The first question had her pretty damn confused. They waved an amulet over her head when she bent down low enough for them too, and it glowed a warm golden color. That didn't seem right to her.

"Hmm. Interesting. Dear, are you aware that someone has enchanted you?”

"...What? Enchanted me with what?" She had no idea what that could be. Her dad's doing, probably.

“I’m afraid our testing does not give the specifics, merely the class and rough skill level associated. If you’d like someone to take a deeper look, we can arrange for an additional appointment - perhaps with a member of faculty here?”

"No. I have things to do today." And she really didn't want to be in here longer than she had to. Leah was not fucking with this today.

Then, they pulled the book out and she answered the questions.

"What is your name?"

"Leah Jordan." Technically, it was true. Legally true, now.

"Who are you?"

Leah would've just repeated her answer to the first question, but there was probably some mystic reason for this. Who or what was she deep down? On a deeper level, down to what she stood for and believed in?

"I don't know," She answered. "I'm a monster with rocks for skin, when I was normal last month. I'm either a superhero or an impostor, depending on who you ask. Or I'm neither. I just am."

"Do you want to compete in the Contest of Champions?"

"I do. But not for myself."

It seemed to be good enough for the book, or if it wasn't, it didn't say. That was all, so Leah got up and quickly left the room. Vision would find them eventually. She pulled her phone out and sent a much more coherent message to both April and Sabine, now that she was thinking clearly again.

@April+Sabine

earthbender: sorry for using this chat. i guess it was ignored for a reason. sorry if i scared you too april. its dad. hes here. either i finish this shit with the contest or the school is gone. i was worried he got to you and sabine before me. glad he didnt.

earthbender: im going to find vision.