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Ay, mariposas, don’t you hold on too tight; both of you know It’s your time to go~
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Finbarr's Bonuses

1. Exceptional Unarmed Combat: Finbarr's magic is geared towards infiltration and hit-and-run, and most of the time, there isn't enough time to draw his two blades once he exits a portal. As such, he is also highly adept at martial arts as taught during training, employing a mixture of judo, Krav Maga, Kong Fu, karate, and muai thai.

2. Exceptional Reflexes: While not particularly strong or durable, Finbarr makes up with having quick reflexes. He is able to react to external stimuli much faster than most, though this is limited to things that he is able to see as incoming, as the Rau've that captured him already had its hand ready in front of the portal.

3. Exceptional Patience: Finbarr has an extremely high amount of patience, whether if it's dealing with annoying toddlers or waiting for an enemy to pass through an area. This augments his shapeshifting magic as he could wait for literal hours in rat form and not snitch a tiny bit about it.

4. Exceptional Marksmanship: He is very accurate with aiming ranged weapons, whether it his Energy Blast spell or the Plasma Pistol he carries around.

Finbarr Callaghan | The Spacetime Breacher


Finbarr continued on munching on the donut that he had ordered. He was visibly pleased by how the taste of the whole thing turned out, as he had this funny little smirk while chewing on the Bavarian donut and its creamy filling. While not having a sweet tooth to the same extent of the likes of Iris and her twin brother Matthew, Finbarr still had a superb appreciation for the sweet things of the world. This was quite evident by how his eyes sparkled with every bite. He absolutely loved donuts. Especially the ones that didn't have a crazy amount of toppings, but rather, simpler variants like this one. At least it looked and tasted like one.

Once Tarak (whom he considered to be a big brother like everyone else and showed quite a lot of affection to) began talking about how they had no idea where they were going to get money for candy and other vanities, Finbarr almost chuckled as he took a sip from the soup of his beef stew."I could get us things that we need with you know how... tee hee... but I don't feel good about doing something like that."

Finbarr snickered at the thought. "I kid, I kid. But, just in case. Haha."

He would then turn to see Iris grab half of an egg from Samuel's fork... and the absolute pile of candies on her side. "Bloody hell. So... many candies."

Turning to Samuel, he would quietly lay his head on the other boy's shoulder while taking a bite off... a baguette. Well, a green baguette. For all its worth, it was probably more nutritious. "At this rate your sister is going to have diabetes...", he whispered as he sat there, acting like a cat. Ah well. It's not like he could turn to a cat, right?

"I'm just absolutely knackered. I hope you don't mind..."

Of course, he has always done this. He had always been the touchy feely one.
Nikolay Ivushkin | The Imperial Fist


"Yeah...", Nikolay answered Henry. When Henry began to walk past, he put one arm around the giant, and gave him a short comradely hug before a girl's shriek was heard reverberating through the air. As the bigger man went towards Hailey. She was having one of those episodes again, and the Russian only looked on as he figured that having too many people go to her could only make her anxiety worse.

Nikolay shook his head. "Bloody hell. She is going to have a hard time staying in here if that keeps on happening." Something similar had occurred earlier. That was the second time this day.

Nathaniel Gregorio | The Blitzkrieg


Nath paused his relentless blasts of electromagnetic energy as soon as Oscar told him that something was up with Hailey. Squinting his eyes, he looked on at Hailey to see Henry with her (again). It looked like that a dark mist was gathering under her. He didn't completely understand what was occurring, but that was a secondary concern. Right now, Hailey was as pale as a sheet of paper, looking completely petrified. "What the heck-"

Then it hit him. It was probably his fault, given that he was shooting those electromagnetic beams earlier while having a shattered focus. Overridden with guilt, he got down and covered his eyes. Was he crying? There was only one way to tell.
Finbarr Callaghan - The Spacetime Breacher

This is a new beginning.

Finbarr had been a soldier, no, slave of the Ascendancy for the last two years. He found his dream and family ripped away from him... and turned to the perfect killing machine.

And this war within will only end with the Ascendancy's reformation.



"Come on, Flame.", Finbarr urged as Ashton suggested that they take the food shuttle instead of a plain transport. "I'm bloody famished, what with having to walk a lot in this place. I could have gotten us through a port-, actually, I don't know this place, so scratch that. What I'm saying is, this place is as big as the island where my colonist ancestors came from, so I say that we eat while going there. Pleeaaaaaaase?"

Finbarr was slightly taller than either Flame, or Ashton, and was older by a year, but he had this kind of childishness when they were just... well, themselves. It made him sound like a younger brother, in fact, though one should always remember that he was always watching out for everyone else here with his powers of retrocognition. In the end, though, Flame consented, and they all got into the shuttle.

"Look at all that hot stuff...", Finbarr commented as he looked over all of food that were neatly lined up in the racks of the dining shuttle, his grey eyes visibly sparkling with delight due to the prospect of having a hearty meal. By this point, his friends would know him as having a powerful appetite that matched his prowess with the dual plasma blades that he wielded in battle. Of course, he would also be known as their one companion that was never afraid to show how much he loved each one of them. After all, terrible times and the prospect of death and destruction were both powerful catalysts towards forming strong relationships and alliances... just like the pair amongst their ranks. Hell, he had lost count of the times that he had jumped in after sensing the mortal dangers that his friends had almost perished from.

Finbarr picked out some bread, or at least it looked like bread. He called bread "Soft Potatoes", never mind that the only bread that he had ever eaten that were actually made out of potato dough were those baked by his mother back in their subterranean settlement in Titan. Ah, hell. Those were very good and soft to the teeth. Finbarr wondered if he could replicate his mother's baking for his friends sometime. Hmmm. Maybe next time. Either way, he proceeded to take a donut covered in white sweet powder, as well as a bowl of beef stew. After paying for the whole thing, he set down his foodstuffs on the table near the shuttle window, and then waited for the others.


Astrad Lungren






Location: New York Sanctum



Just as Mephisto's throat expanded from the explosive blast of Maria's ill fated arrow, Astrad formed a floating fist of ice. Glaring at the demon with eyes filled with poignant abhorrence at the demon's defiling presence, he attempted to land a hit on Mephisto, guiding the hand that he had created with his cryokinetic power. The end result went awry, though, as the fist struck at Mephisto's tail, hurting the demon by a very little bit. In other words, his attack was rendered useless as it had barely done anything to injure the hell spawned abomination that was roaring and screaming at them in its draconic rage. Soon or later it was going to breath fire again, he presumed.

Astrad was still determined to harm the foul creature, and to this end, the cold mist from his hands coalesced into a few spears of ice, which he then hurled at the demon. Unfortunately, through a quirk of probability, none found their mark. They all missed and were stuck on the sanctum's structure instead. How sad!

"Whelp.", he said as he found his attacks almost completely ineffectual against the demon. "That sucked."

Name: Finbarr Callaghan
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Astrad Lungren






Location: New York Sanctum



This was just great.

First thing that happens today is that the four of them get swarmed by a literal horde of HYDRA grunts, a gibbering cavalcade of tentacle heads that want their superior genes for the glory of the... new world order? Whatever it is that those idiots were serving. Either way, this day had just gone from bad luck to bizarre, what with a demon appearing inside the sanctum of a powerful wizard, or something like that.

Now, Astrad was a man that fervently believed in the divine, on the existence of angels and demons and the Lord Almighty, but seeing a demonic entity in the flesh was something else entirely. It looked exactly like what a quick Google Images search of a demon would deliver, and in this case, there was but one course of action: aid the wizard in banishing it back to the hell from whence it came.

"God help me.", Astrad whispered with a quiet wisp of cold air from his lips as he launched a cryokinetic attack against the demonic entity that had dared defile the sanctity of the sanctum with its filthy infernal presence. To this end, he had frozen the demon's feet, which would hopefully allow Strange to lock on it and banish it to the Warp... Hell... wherever. Squidheads and a demon... one could only wonder what's next.
Vibe

New York City




"Hey, come out, you, no need to hide. I'll find you anywhere you go anyway, whether on this Earth or the next..."

Vibe looked around, searching for his prey... target. What was that guy's name again? Mirror Master? That's a rather descriptive name for him; that man used mirrors as portals, and when paired with his now imprisoned girlfriend Top, caused a very annoying rarefaction effect that was worse than vertigo or the ass kicking that they did individually. Fortunately, Top, or the Top of this universe anyway, had been captured a few days before after trying to rob a banks. Banks... why is it always banks?

Why was he doing this? Maybe to impress Gypsy, who has a stainless record of having absolutely no one escape her grasp, and maybe her dad too. Josh was very intimidating. Always has been. Breacher was getting old, though, and by the looks of it, he is going to lose his powers soon, just like every other Viber that got too advanced in the years. Maybe he'll get less scarier.

"Come on, just go out already, and maybe I'll rethink giving you to the Earth 19 people, those are really bad when it comes to your type, but yeah, you don't want to come out, so I'll give you to them, just because she told me to."

There seemed to be no activity whatsoever in that abandoned warehouse, save for Vibe's walking and the occasional scurrying of rats. Whatever happened to that... oh.

There was that man's dead body, lying on the dirty floor in a rather expansive pool of blood with several knives stuck on his back. It was strange, though, as it looked like they were flung at his behind all at once, what with the perfect positioning and the equal depth that they were embedded unto his flesh. Spooky.

"Oh my God, this was NOT what I expected..."

Yes, Vibe was a hunter. Yes, he sought for those that broke the laws of space and time and those that consorted with them, but not once has he killed anyone. Not on purpose.

And now, this man deserves a far more respectable resting place.
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