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Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: The Feasting Hall, Strange Academy
Grimoire:
Skills:
Current Outfit

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"We can't, Jake." Rohan had an edge to his voice, while addressing the guy who immediately refrained from being quiet. "Franklin can. Or maybe we find a necromancer to do it. Whisper if you want to say something." Was it that important? Probably not, but if there was something actually alive down here, Rohan would've preferred it being surprised by their presence, not the other way around. He watched them go through what they had, and eventually Connie just pulled out a flashlight, which was good enough. He ignored the banter, keeping an ear out as they were led on by Finley's nose for blood. Rohan hung back a little while the others took the lead, listening for his familiar to return.

The creaking of his wings was easy to pick up on. He turned and stood still a moment. Root swooped over with one of his master's artifacts in his beak. "There we are. Alright." Rohan plucked it out of the air as Root dropped it. It was made of bog wood older than history, with black, oiled leather to strap it to one's face. He pulled the Mask of Other Things over his head. Gossamer-thin strands of something black snaked from the edges of the mask up to his eyes, and he felt his vision shift.

Then, he walked back up through the middle of the group, while Root landed on one arm. He didn't seem very vocal about his opinion of the magpies still hitching a ride on Rohan's right shoulder, which happened to be Root's favorite perching spot.

"There are things mortal eyes just aren't made to see," He explained, voice still quiet. "That's what this mask is for. So..."

He focused his attention ahead. There didn't appear to be any strange energies or immaterial beings that could go invisible. He walked ahead of them, and... Nothing. It was just the usual.

"Huh. Well, for the dungeons, it seems pretty normal. I don't see anything out of the ordinary, just the usual liminal oddness." Rohan turned back to the group.

"Doesn't seem that there's-"

His head whipped back around with the quickness of a predator. A knife found its way into his hand. He saw-

Nothing.

For a brief moment, something was there. But as he focused on that spot along the stone walls of the dungeons, it was just an empty space.

"A shadow- It's gone." Rohan tilted his head around. Nothing was jumping out at them. Could it have been a trick of the light? Something Annika was working on casting? It was hard to be overly careful in spaces like this, where one could get lost in ways that were hard to amend.

"Hm. Probably just one of those witches just haunting the place."

A magpie on his shoulder made a quiet chittering sound.

"Or that," He agreed. "Okay, so far so good. Annika, you're the shadow wizard, did you see that too?"

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: Thousand-Faced Rose, Rune Stones
First Day Fit: Letterman jacket, baggy pants, sneakers.

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Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuuuuuck.

What was she supposed to say? Oh, hi, I'm Leah. We're both Giants, let's hang out. No. Wow! I'm not the only Giant here anymore! The thought of walking up to a stranger just to talk about that felt nerve-wracking. It felt preferable to fight her dad in his lab while he had his stupid bird suit on, did she really care that much about identity all of a sudden? Around half a year ago, this was the last thing that would've been on Leah's mind, why would that Leah give a flying fuck? She didn't care about mutant solidarity, back when she thought she was a mutant. She never got the point of it. But now Leah was six feet tall and had rocks for skin (kind of), and she had never even met another Giant, despite being born on a planet covered in them.

Leah stared at the ground. What if that girl was a bitch? What if there was actually space racism between different Giants?

Sabine was right, though. She should. Thinking about it, Leah drummed her fingers over the hilt of her sword. She was a superhero with galaxy-wide fame, she could handle a damn talk with a stranger.

"Cógeme... Preocuparse por nada. Yeah. I'm going. I'll be back." She sucked it up and walked over. The list of things Leah was good at outside of fighting was short, but looking like she wasn't a nervous wreck was up there. She did her best to avoid looking like she was about to turn and scram the second the other Giant had enough of her.

"Hey. Didn't know there would be other Giants in town," Leah greeted her. Fuck, she was tall. Was that how tall Leah would've been if she hadn't been experimented on? "You new here? If you are... Welcome to Earth. They call me Leah here."

Translation

Cógeme... Preocuparse por nada: Fuck me... Worrying over nothing.

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: _{She’s no magician but you know she’s got that magic wand.}
First Day Fit: Floral button-up, slacks, converse shoes.

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Marlena cracked up. The tall lady was some bark, and she thought that was fun. The comeback made her laugh, she wasn't even mad. That wasn't the first time she'd been bumped off, or even the first time she'd been bumped off without even intending to make a pass at somebody. And in Marlena's experience, both of those situations called for taking the out that was given. So she tilted her head up on the tube she was splayed across and put her hands up in surrender.

"My bad." She wasn't about to tell the girl she was misreading Marlena's intentions. Yes, she just happened to come to a dead stop where they were, but they were also in front of the tubing area, where people slid down. They were gonna hear conversations if they passed by. But, hey, that was life.

But she did internally grimace a little when the short guy, Carl, mentioned having a thing for Poltergeist's man. Yeah, that earned a second, less telepathically communicated yikes from her.

And then... Leah showed up with her girlfriend. Marlena took that opportunity to fade into the background a little. She sat up on her tube, skidding it a little on the snowy ground. Then she planted one foot down, swung the other over her knee, and pulled her phone out. It was getting a bit later in the day, but there was still plenty of time to do stuff. Cool, great. She took a moment to text April, to see if they were even alive still.

@April

Hate to interrupt your flight but??? Are you okay??? That looked crazy.

Your teammates came over asking about you. Think they saw you flying over. You good?

"So..." Marlena leaned over a little and kept her voice down, so as to not interrupt whatever the two giants were getting up to while she socialized with the ominous floating cube. "Carlos, was it? Is it rude if I ask what you are?

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: The Feasting Hall, Strange Academy
Grimoire:
Skills:
Current Outfit

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"Root, grab the mask and bring it to us in the dungeons. You know where it is," Rohan instructed his familiar, who with a ruffle of his wooden feathers, acknowledged the command and fluttered out the doors. He followed Annika out, leaving the magpies roosting on him to either hitch a ride or just fly off on their own way. The dungeons weren't a pleasant place, but most places where dead people congregated weren't. He descended down the stairs behind Annika and ahead of the others, keeping quiet the closer they got. The cold air and dark halls were familiar to him, he'd been down here once or twice before for a few reasons. Once to test something he didn't trust anyone other than Connie to know about, once when he was feeling more paranoid than usual... It was certainly a useful space to bury a body.

"Try not to make too much noise, or get too far ahead," He whispered, for the benefit of the newer people among them. "The school's protected from things outside, but every now and then, people come down here to work something foul. They don't always clean it up, and sometimes it can get someone killed. We should be fine with this many of us, though. As long as we don't do anything foolish." Of course, Rohan didn't have that much faith in this particular team composition. But at least they couldn't say they weren't properly warned if something jumped out to bite their heads off from around the corner.

He reached into his pocket for a lighter. "Anyone bring any light down here?"

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Noise.

Music.

Pulsing voices.

There was too much going on to focus on even a third of what was happening. The lights, the smells, it was all just so much. Tommy’s brain lacked the capacity to divide attention up among it all, which meant that some things were coming to him a matter of seconds slower than if he were more accustomed to this scene. He felt every single beat of the music as if the natural rhythm of his own heart had sought to match it. A small part of him wondered if he was just going to get motion sick in this place, or discover a photosensitive condition he didn't know he had. But no, instead, he was just in this feeling of being high-strung, where entire minutes felt like they were going by before Tyler said anything. Tommy didn't feel that something was wrong in that. His thoughts were slow, tonight.

Then there was a thud. A beat out of sync with the rest of them, that tugged on Tommy's sense of awareness, and roused his senses. Then Tommy thought he heard somebody screaming over the noise.

"What-"

"Run."

There was a man standing next to him, wearing a tweed suit jacket. He was taller than Tommy, maybe five-eleven and smoking a cigar. He couldn't see the man's face, because it was obscured by golden trails of smoke. He looked so casual, so in his element here. Even though, somehow, Tommy just knew he was probably in his fifties. Around his neck was locket of brass, that glowed yellow against a dark green sweater. His hands were stained red, but he couldn't get a good look at them.

"It will be here soon, boy," The man said, through the smoke. "Do you not see it?"

Tommy blinked.

"Who the hell are y-"

"RUN! IT'S COMING! HURRY!" There were more screams. Tommy's head snapped around directly behind him, and saw people clambering over each other. People were pushing, shoving, trying their best and then some to leave. Why?

Tommy saw something fly up over the crowd, a human arm. Blood sprayed up and over people, and that was cold water to his disjointed senses.

"What the fuck?!"

He backed away, feeling something in his chest burn. He hit a wall. He didn't remember being that close to a wall. He-

<sub>"He's Blind."

"They all are. He doesn't know, he hasn't been taught."</sub>

Tommy slipped, and he was face down in a mess of cheap alcohol and blood. His blood, he cut himself on the glass. The burning didn't help him feel any more coherent. What the fuck was happening?

<sub>"Almost there, I think."

"If he dies here, it won't matter. Look, that's close to him. Close enough to work."</sub>

Tommy got his feet under him and ran.

_{"Go, Vera."}

All he knew was that he didn't want to be here. The screams, the blood, the sound. Was somebody here? Was it that fucking guy who the FBI caught? Did he escape? Tommy jumped over someone who was kneeling in a pool of their own blood, he didn't question that they were staring into thin air like something was watching them. He wasn't breathing properly, he wasn't thinking rationally. The people around him were dying, he knew that, and he could've maybe stopped to help someone to their feet. But... He was scared. Tommy didn't have the strength to stop. And besides, who would do the same for him? No one. Most people in this town didn't even know his name, except when they needed something from him.

No, he had to help himself.

So he ran, away from the direction others were going. His car was in that direction, but if there were that many people, he'd just get caught in whatever was going on. He shoved past bodies, nearly hit the floor a few times, almost tripped over someone's lost bag of drugs. He pushed away from them. He didn't deserve this. Whatever this was.

"This way."

There was a woman, standing by the walls of the warehouse. She was in a red dress, brown hair in short curls. She looked... Old, familiar. She had his mother's eyes. Despite the chaos, she just stood there, arm outstretched. She looked like watercolor against impressionism, pointing him towards a door.

"You do not deserve this, young man."

That voice sounded familiar to him. It pulled on that feeling in his heart. That warm, swelling feeling of pride.

It burned.

He couldn't breathe.

"I don't- What- What's going on-" He felt like he was going to burn up, sweat beaded up under his hair. There was a pain in his chest, and it made Tommy clutch at his shirt and-

His hands. They were smoking. Golden flecks of something he'd never seen before were coming off his skin.

Something far away from this, something both nowhere in the world and everywhere roared.


"Ah... There it is." A hand fell on his shoulder, and made him flinch. He looked, and the smoking man was there.

"Congratulations, boy," He said. His face was visible now. He was old, with ashy blonde hair, his features gentle and soft. There was a smile on his face. His eyes were yellow like sunflowers, and just looking at them made Tommy feel still. The locket around his neck had more details to it, Tommy could see what looked like a sword, circled by olive branches, engraved on its surface. He smelled like wood ash.

"That was more rough than mine," The woman in the red dress remarked. Tommy noticed her arms were covered in tattoo sleeves, depicting flowers of various species. Everything from thorny roses to hemlocks. She held a fountain pen that glowed the same color as the old man's locket.

A black snake hung around her shoulders.

Finally, after what could have been a thousand years, Tommy breathed.

"What... In the fucking-"

"Quiet, we don't have long." The woman had a stern tone. "You are going to run for your life, and then you will use what you've been given. You just Kindled, Thomas Bracken, as we did when we were alive. We're already running out of time, so I'll just tell you now, that magic is real."

Tommy blinked. What?

"And..." The old man sighed. "As much as we would love to tell you more, I expect that we won't have that chance."

He stepped around to face Tommy, and his body seemed to be fraying like an old photograph. He tapped his locket, and then touched Tommy's jacket, where his cards were stored.

"When you know you are safe, reach for those. You will know what to do."

He felt so confused. What was he supposed to do?

The black snake around the woman's neck stuck its tongue out and hissed. Her legs and feet were evaporating.

"Well, time to go."

"Yes. Be proud, boy. Above all else, be proud."


They flickered out of his vision, and with them, the burning feeling that gave him pause. Tommy's thoughts felt a bit more ordered. He touched his hands to where his cards rested in his jacket. They felt heavier... And then, with that faint moment of peace behind him, Tommy came crashing back to reality. Back to the screams, back to the blood. Back to the warehouse.

Back to the writhing bodies of the living and the dying.

And he just ran.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: Thousand-Faced Rose, Rune Stones
First Day Fit: Letterman jacket, baggy pants, sneakers.

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As they left the ice rink, Leah lifted her sword up and rested it on her shoulder, taking Sabine's hand. She looked up into the distance and noted, very astutely, that nothing appeared to be on fire. There weren't any meteors falling from the sky, or any interplanar creatures from Turbo Hell descending from a portal to subject Earth to annihilation. So whatever was going on, it was probably manageable.

"They're probably fine. But we'll-" Beep. Her phone got another message, so she quickly let go of Sabine's hand and pulled her phone back out. That was pretty fast, actually. Another good sign things were alright.

"Andy punched that Chase guy and got in trouble for it... Gideon's sword got taken from her. They're gonna be in detention, hope that was worth it. Apparently that's all." There weren't many people that could stand to fight Andy, even Leah didn't have a very good record for the occasional scrap they had. The first time, she got knocked out in one go. "Must be pretty petty, whatever was going on. Probably hurt feelings, not much else. They-"

Then there was screaming. Leah recognized those voices, the voices of the most hyperactive motherfuckers she'd ever met, one of which she had messy feelings for. How could she ever forget that high pitched squeal that threw all pretense of composure to the wind? And that other sound... The sound of someone screaming in French. Leah saw, high above the ground, that a rubber donut was flying through the air. And on it sat Danni and April like they were on a damn roller coaster. Leah's jaw opened up in disbelief. What in the fuck were they doing?!

Then they were gone, flying off into distance and away from a two hundred foot tall hill of snow. They seemed to be flying forward more than falling, which was weird.

Leah's head craned around slowly, and she just stared at Sabine for a moment.

"...Okay, fucking- First stop, that fucking thing. C'mon."

Then she started walking faster, past all the commotion and other students, arriving with Sabine at the huge tubing area. Vicky seemed to be taking part in that, and Leah assumed she did some of her repulsion fuckery to make those two land safe. Okay, good, if Vicky was there, Leah felt way better about the whole thing. And it seemed April had built a ramp, because of course they did.

"Are they out of their damn minds? Where were they gonna land if..."

Leah saw someone at the base of the hill. Noticeably taller than her, skin blue like ice. She looked familiar, but not because they'd met. Leah recognized her because she was from the same planet, Jotunheim. That girl, talking to a floating cube and some short guy, was from her home.

"I- Woah." Leah blinked. "Huh... That girl's a Giant. Like me. That's new." She wasn't expecting to meet someone from her Sort-of-technically-home.

Shit. Should I talk to them?

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: _{She’s no magician but you know she’s got that magic wand.}
First Day Fit: Floral button-up, slacks, converse shoes.

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When the tube slowed and slid towards flat ground, Marlena tilted her head to the side to keep April and their brother in view. The way the tube started spinning made it hard to see, but they were flying up into the air. Marlena couldn't help but cackle at the sight, wondering how the hell they were gonna land. But then again, couldn't Danni fly? She saw him doing that during the Contest, maybe they'd latch onto him and he'd fly down safely? Marlena wasn't thinking too hard about it, though. There were people gathering around the ramp, and she could hear shouting.

An incredibly tall woman with icy skin, a shorter guy, and a cube? They were talking about something, and Marlena wasn't that sure of what anyone was on about, except for the cube who she just somehow knew was talking about blonde women and swords. Odd, that.

Marlena's tube skidded to a convenient position, rotating around and stopping to let her face the tall woman and her ominous cube. She came to a resting position splayed out on it, resting her head on one hand like she was at a beach. She looked pretty hot, for someone who looked pretty cold. Very mall goth, it reminded her of Luna Minor a little.

"This place sure does have a lot of tall women," She commented, sliding right into that conversation. "And blondes with swords... Hi, I'm Marlena, nice fit you got. How's the weather all the way up there?"

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: The Feasting Hall, Strange Academy
Grimoire:
Skills:
Current Outfit

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Rohan sighed.

The funny thing about being the nature guy was that nature had a way of being fucking terrifying. People often claimed to love nature and the outdoors, until they were kneeling over a bundle of sticks and leaves in pitch black darkness, desperately smacking rocks together while animals howled. Bears, wolves, wildcats and snakes were always cute and interesting, until they were in someone's house where they didn't belong. And birds? They were no different. These magpies were content to ignore him and roost on him, but his instincts told him they'd get up to no good if left alone for long enough. They had to have gotten into the pocket dimension magic school somehow. Maybe they'd leave the same way they came in, or maybe somebody had just summoned them. He was nothing if not paranoid.

Well, dinner was a bit scuffed today.

The talk of the damn severed head kept going. It seemed some people were going to investigate, and Rohan was considering doing that himself just to make himself scarce for any other birds that wanted to pay him a visit. The consideration became something else when both Connie and Finley were going together to figure something out. Yeah, no, he was going with them. Being in the company of a fae without a metal sword was preferable right now, especially with Connie around.

"I'll come too," He decided, nudging his chair towards the table. Root flew down, grasped the chalice with his wings, and fluttered back up to place it on the table. "Maybe I'll grab the mask before we get there, and see if anything's lurking out of view."

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: Thousand-Faced Rose, Rune Stones
First Day Fit: Letterman jacket, baggy pants, sneakers.

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"Maybe we should, actually." Leah leaned an arm against the railing and fidgeted with the ends of her hair, staring at her phone in her other hand. "I just texted Andy about it, but I dunno if she'll actually answer me. If there really was a fight going on over there, I'm willing to bet someone got their ass kicked and is hurt pretty bad." Or maybe someone stopped it. Honestly, she could never tell which would be more likely here. For all she knew, one of the teachers would've just decided to let them sort it out. That Chase guy seemed like bad news, going by the way Percy was so spooked to be around him. It wouldn't surprise her if he started it.

Then again, it would be equally unsurprising if Maeve Whitehall was secretly a terrorist, or if Nemo was still alive, or if Scarlet Witch was secretly here to exploit her position as the school's only qualified instructor of wizardry to nefarious ends...

Perhaps Leah wasn't the best judge for that kind of thing.

"If they're still acting foolish when we get over there, I'll put somebody in a box, maybe. Let me get these skates off and we'll go back. If you want, anyway. Or we can do something else and let them be mature about it," Leah suggested, being a bit sassy. She was doing that a lot lately. "Up to you."

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: _{She’s no magician but you know she’s got that magic wand.}
First Day Fit: Floral button-up, slacks, converse shoes.

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The snow, the sky, the air, everything blurred past Marlena as she brought her limbs inwards to go faster down the slop. She loved speeding down streets, ramps and anything else she could skate down. This felt exhilarating, it scratched that itch she had to move, get out and do something. For a brief moment, the feelings of dread bubbling up into her chest were gone once again, as they'd disappeared a few times already, just to come back. She would've loved to use her powers to zoom downwards just a bit faster, but... It was crowded, and she didn't want to land on someone else.

She leaned back, legs tucked together and arms behind her head, enjoying the moment as if she weren't currently careening down a two hundred foot tall hill at the speed of mach fuck. She looked over at another lane, saw April and Danni, and just smiled at them lazily. With no thoughts of where she was going to actually land or come to a stop, this felt like a lazily boat ride down a canal in Venice to her. The tube started to tilt and spin, slowly twisting her in a circle as she descended.

I think I'll like it here after all.

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Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: The Feasting Hall, Strange Academy
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Skills:
Current Outfit

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"Yeah, what he said," Rohan nodded, sipping from his chalice. "I'll be packing everything I've got, just in case. Magic bow, magic mask, magic staff, mundane sword and all. I like packing a back of tricks, helps when I don't always know what's coming." There probably wouldn't be any demonic beings in the Neverish. And if there were, it'd take a few days to make a jar of Flamepitch anyway. Any undead or odd barriers, though... That'd be workable. And he could always show someone else how to use one of his artifacts in a pinch. "If you think you've got an easy way to escape, I guess you'd run it by Marino first, just in case. I'm bringing Root, his best skill is being a scout to find where's safe and-"

Rohan was interrupted when the doors blew open. That wasn't so unusual, but it was the wave of brown, dead leaves that followed that made his heart freeze and sat his senses on edge. The school was located in a pocket dimension, there shouldn't be any way for-

Clank. His coffee-filled chalice was knocked to the floor as he was on his feet in a flash. The chair he'd sat in was turned over, and Rohan's left hand found itself on the hilt of his knife. He always kept it on him, even when he was here and not actively doing anything magical. He hadn't drawn it yet, but what he saw tempted him. Magpies. Three, swooping this way and that, only to land on him. Two landed on his shoulders, the third landed on his head. Then, he didn't dare move a muscle. He stood still as oak, eyes flickering everywhere. The door, the others in the room, the birds perching on him.

Magpies were messengers that delivered signs of something yet to come. They were related to crows, both ecologically and in the myth of what a group of the birds meant. He knew what they signaled, Rohan had heard the rhymes before, and for someone like him, it often mattered most to commit such things to memory...

One for sorrow, two for mirth.

Three for a funeral, four for a birth.

Five for silver, six for gold.

Seven for a secret never to be told

Three rested on him. Was it a coincidence that someone's severed head was found? No, Rohan didn't think so. He wasn't convinced they didn't him for something. Not yet, anyway.

There was another piece of story to them. That one could ward away the ill omens with respect. But that was said to only work on a single magpie, one for sorrow, and he wasn't aware of anything that suggested meeting three. So Rohan relaxed his grip on his knife, and did his best to remain calm. If they were really here for him, they would've done more than perch on him. And if it came to that, the whole school would be in an emergency state on account of intruders, anyway. And that, he told himself, was assuming the could even get inside.

"...Yōkoso, kasasagi san-biki, He greeted them. "What brings you here to us?"

Translation

Yōkoso, kasasagi san-biki: Welcome, magpies three

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: Thousand-Faced Rose, Rune Stones
First Day Fit: Letterman jacket, baggy pants, sneakers.

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It was tempting for Leah to slide over and hold her girl close, but she preferred being left alone when she wasn't doing alright either, so she didn't. Instead, she scooted back out of the way and leaned against the walls of the rink. Today was already fucked up so far, but it wasn't the end of anything. Not yet, at least. They had only gotten here, what, an hour ago at most? They had other stuff to do, probably team-related things, and then there was the kid that Percy seemed to get into a scrap with, and whatever the fuck else was going on there that Leah wasn't sure she wanted to pry into. She took a moment to think.

Excelsior had a spotlight on them, and as much as Leah was comfortable hiding weakness, not everyone was. That was a stress point.

Percy just ran into some nonsense, ran off, and came back looking rattled... He was a recovering alcoholic, and Leah didn't need to understand people to know that was something to watch out for, for his sake.

Sabine was stressed the fuck out over being the one most responsible for the team's image. Half of them were walking image disasters for one reason or another.

Leah expected to be dedicating a lot of time to studying magic, leaving less time to check on the others.

Okay.

She made a decision that she'd make it work one way or another. The most important thing to dealing with each of those problems, as she assessed, was the emotional stability of her friends. If they didn't have a mental breakdown, or find themselves edging towards one, they could push through with help. Which meant it wouldn't do good to let them run off on their own and do who-knows-what and get into situations without support. Which was a fancy and unnecessarily strategic way of saying Leah needed to step up and be a rock for her whole fucking friend group.

So she pulled her phone out and shot Andy a text...

@Andy

wgat in the hoily fulkc id goinh on over there. are yoi hutr

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: _{She’s no magician but you know she’s got that magic wand.}
First Day Fit: Floral button-up, slacks, converse shoes.

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Marlena wasn't expecting two Kingston-Grays to return the energy. She cackled when April stammered through a response. God, they were cute, fun and dorky as hell. They had a very golden retriever kind of vibe, a yappy dog whose very energy made everyone want to smile and spoiler them. It certainly helped that they were fun to look at... Until they just fucking dove down the massive foot hill.

That was bravery. It was a damn tall hill, easily one of the tallest things she ever stood on, and Marlena was used to riding a board with four wheels. An inflatable donut with no discernible method of steering was out of her expertise, but who cared? Maybe she could do a little trick with her telekinesis to carry the momentum upwards and land... Well, she wasn't sure where she'd land. Probably right on top of someone, who would probably be injured. Nah, maybe next time.

She grinned, and took up an adjacent lane. Marlena kicked her tube and them jumped onto it, riding all the way down, down, down, down. She didn't hear the sound of her own euphoric scream as the wind ripped past.