FantasyChic

Experiment X

Mythri Naidu

Location: Xavier's Mansion

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Mythri gave a subtle smile as the girl walked away, blowing her a kiss. At least one person here seemed cool and relatable. The others she was unsure of, but that was often the case, wasn't it? She rarely opened herself up unless there was a good reason. Being here, was not one of those times.

Charles spoke and his points made some sense, but that was also part of the problem. Yeah, she could harness anger or fear and use her powers effectively, but to what end? "But what if I want to use my power offensively? If I am going to be playing the hero, I can't sit back and put up shields all the time. That's what my concern is." She knew her other power would be useful as a tactical thing, but even then, she wanted practice. If this man was offering such a thing, she wouldn't mind learning.

But as soon as things seemed to be going sour (as they so often did) she would be out.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Tinley Abercrombie

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Location: Sci-Tech Building 4 - Phase Three HQ: Virtual Training Session
Skills: N/A

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Tinley ignored Cassandra's comments, thinking in her head about the vantage points the building offered as well as ways to get around security. Also, how she would handle the Brotherhood members. She would have to explore what her powers could be. Did she have energy projection? Mind powers?

As soon as she got back to the scene, Cassandra broke up the group. She was placed with quite the assortment. She fought the urge to comment on it, as she had no say in the matter. Instead, she listened. Each person churned her stomach with inane questions. This was a mission. A timed one, at that! They didn't have time to stand there asking questions. Especially Zoya. God, why the hell did that woman have to be in her group? It was bad enough to have those who hadn't seen combat situations firsthand. "Hey, agent Nikolova? How about we go save the world now, huh? Instead of asking stupid questions?"

She hated her group, but if she was going to succeed, she would need to know what they offered. So she summoned her group to her. "Okay, I am not happy about this either, so let's get through this. What skills does everyone bring to the table, specifically? And be quick about it, please."

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Fleur La Mallificum

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Location: Port Witch Coven

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Fleur nodded, understanding Nera's words. She would let Nera go in first. Rhys was another matter entirely. "You have a point, lover. And a good one at that. I may take you up on that, but I must attend to matters here first. Ensure the children's safety and make sure our prey is taken care of before I even think of leaving. You may stay, if you wish."

A portly witch woman walked up. Bernice was her name and she was charged with the children's studies. It was foolish to judge the woman on appearance or occupation alone. She was a competent Magyk user and was a force to be reckoned with. Many a time Fleur has asked her how many people she has killed, only for Bernice to smile and laugh while she knitted, a twinkle in her eye as she said: "I'm not telling."

Bernice didn't look panicked, but she knew things were up. "Bernice, take the children and go to the safehouse. Transport them there if you must, but you must leave now. We will be getting attacked soon and I do not want the children there." Bernice nodded and waddled off to go ensure their safety. Now, it was her turn.

She entered the room, seeing Luna on the bed, calmed down thanks to Nera, she looked over towards her reward for the evening. "My dear, we wish to offer you something magical. A chance for a home, without limits, without worry." Before she continued to speak, she looked back as a stranger entered. Before she continued, Fleur summoned Darke energy and bound the woman. A rope tied her in place. "Nera, watch our intruder here while I continue our work. If she so much as breathes funny, do not be afraid to kill her."

She faced Luna and knelt down. "Have no fear, child. This will be better for you." Lilith summoned her Magyk and started CradleSnatching Luna.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Allison Andrews

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Location: Stark Tower: Main Area -> Home Theater Room

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Allison didn't mind the clapback she got. If anything, it further proved her point that Marygold was not a competent enough leader. Hell, her friends had to stand up for her. Especially that one new bitch that showed up. Oh she was going to die stupidly in the future? Sure! "Hey, as long as I take you with me, bitch, it would all be worth it." She responded. Not even bothering to register the foot stomp (granted, it did hurt).

That's when all hell broke loose. Mary freaked the fuck out, the others jumped to everyone's defense, Ayita came over and, like a good sister would, protected her. At least she had someone on her side. Mary stormed off and all Allison could think was "Good riddance." The room seemed tense, but given all that has happened, it made sense.

Didn't these sheep understand? They needed more than to continue to run with their tails between their legs. However, Mary came back and voiced a similar opinion, opting for a small group to go. And, of course, Allison was not part of that team. Even if it made the most sense, it still pissed her off. She needed to step away from everyone. She would regret it if she countered back. She would not sit around here and plot. She wanted to do something. She needed to do something and a good leader would have recognized that. "I'm not staying for this anymore." She told that to Ayita, mainly, but she turned and walked away from the group.

She found a room further down and entered. It was empty and it appeared to be a theater room. She plopped down on the couch and fought the urge to cry. She had to be stronger than that! She had to figure something out. She would not let the others go by themselves without back-up. She would find a way to help, everyone else be damned.

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Sara Grey

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Location: Stark Tower

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Sara let the others fight it out. In her experience, this often led to things being cool down the road. Both sides had valid points, but she was new to the group and didn't feel right picking which side was best. On one hand, it seemed as if plans before had gone awry and perhaps it was best for someone new to take the reigns. On the other hand, they were young, inexperienced, and did save the world. That had to speak for something.

Soon, it was all calm enough for Mary to speak about a plan. It made the most sense, and she was happy to be a part of it, but there was still some cause for concern. Especially since Allison, it seemed, mimed her opinion and walked off. "She needs more time to cool down, I think, but I can see where she might be mad. We can't expect others to sit back here and not do anything while we jet off to Jakobsen. I am fine with the small group going, but there has to be more they can do. You have a competent team here. You can't expect them to sit on their butts and come up with plans all day."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Tiffany Lyle

Location: Massachuesetts, Eagle Law Firm (Dream)
Skills: Law

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Tiffany sat down at the glossy table, waiting to hear the news. Having interned here for what seemed like years (but, in reality, had only been a year), she was eager to hear if she landed a job. Landing a job from your internship often spoke highly of you and this was one of the better criminal law firms in the state. They handled tough cases in surrounding states also, even jetted people off to tackle things in Washington D.C. if things got hairy enough. She didn't care much about that though. In fact, her mind raced elsewhere.

She looked outside. The town was bustling. People were moving constantly, going about their day. Unaware that in a week's time, the world would end as they knew it. Most, if not all, of those people down there would be dead.

She shook her head. What made her think that? How grim! The door opened and in stepped Damon Eagle, the eldest brother of the law firm. He looked no older than 40, but he was at least 50, which was impressive. He smiled at her and walked over as she stood up and shook his hand. "Miss Lyle, let me be the first to congratulate you on your upcoming graduation. Top marks in your classes? Impressive! Not to mention the wonderful work you did for us while you interned here. I think I can speak for all of us here by saying you helped us out tremendously." He had that kind of smile that made you want to smile too. He oozed charm.

Such a shame he would die within the first five minutes of the outbreak. Running from his home, leaving his 23-year-old wife alone to fend for herself. The jackass.

Tiffany grinned back. "It was a pleasure, Mr. Eagle. Thank you for the opportunity." Damon waved his hand. "Please, call me Damon. After all, we are going to be colleagues." Tiffany took the words in, but it hadn't registered. "Are you saying...?" Damon laughed, "Of course! Welcome to the Eagle team!" Tiffany shot up, huge grin on her face, and shook the man's hand again, eagerly.

As she did so, she felt the slack come off of him. She glanced down and noticed Damon's hand, still attached to her own hand, but not to his arm. She threw it down in a panic and almost screamed when she saw that Damon had changed. Instead of the handsome, charming man she was talking to, it was a rotting corpse. She backed up, nearly falling over the chair behind her. She glanced back out the window and saw the destruction. The fire. Buildings torn down, corpses lining the streets. She could almost hear the screams through the soundproof glass.

No, this was a mistake. She had this!

But it wasn't. This was reality. She knew it. Soon, Damon's corpse shot up, groaning as it lurched its way towards her. This was the life she knew now. Law would never again be her calling as she took off one of her heels and stabbed the man through the eye. "That's for letting your wife die, you asshole!"

He stopped, but soon, kept coming. Tiffany panicked. "What? I stabbed your head! You should be dead!" Soon, the doors busted down and a horde entered, all shambling towards her. Damon, in the same voice he spoke before, spoke again. "Tiffany, you should know. You won't ever be rid of us. We will always be here. Always. Your mind is fucked! Fucked!" He started laughing, uncontrollably.

She backed into the wall as the horde got closer. She wanted to scream, but couldn't. She wanted to run, but couldn't. Her one last thought before she could feel the deteriorated skin on her was....

"Ray...."

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Faith Masters

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Location: Oak Tree
Skills: N/A

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This woman, Belladonna she said her name was, intrigued her to no end. Had this been any other day in another life, she would wish to be this woman. Her tone, her words, they were like meth to her. Faith was desperate to know more about her. The Emendators all knew her, and seemed to respect her and wish to include her, and Belladonna herself had an air of mystery to her that Faith was desperate to break.

However, the others all seemed like her and pestered the woman with questions. Annoyingly, she didn't wish to pester the woman any more than she was already (a new avenue for her). "Perhaps I can pick your brain later, Belladonna, if you are still around, that is. I wouldn't wish to annoy you with persistent questions when you may very well be busy." She directed this line to those around her, continuing to talk.

And talk they did, about Twinkies! Faith knew the yellow pastry (if one could call it that). She hadn't eaten one in a while and, tempted, she picked one up and bit into it. She let the flavor linger in her mouth a bit. It had been a good long while that she enjoyed dessert of any sort, other than the occasional chocolate bar. This was a treat.

"You'll have to go through me if you want any more of these. And I fight dirty." She directed that towards Alexandra, who, it seemed, had never had a Twinkie before. Given her dialect, it made sense. Did Russia have Twinkies? Did she care? Not really.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Priya Khurana

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Location: In the back of a Squad Car
Skills: N/A

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Priya listened as Riley and Tim spoke, letting the two have their conversation. Roy and Priya were, more or less, the outcasts in this scenario. She felt weird sitting in the back of a police car. She had never been in trouble before, nothing that required the law, at least. This was new territory for her in more ways than one.

"Well, truth be told, I am not a fan of sitting in the back of a police car, but beggars can't be choosers." Riley managed to ask the right questions she had been considering. After all, she was new to all of this and didn't feel like she should be stepping on any toes. She wondered why graduation, even in a small town, was so important. Then again, she was New Yorker, through and through. Maybe she just didn't understand.

Or maybe there was more at work here. She couldn't help but feel skeptical.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Josephine Clark

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Location: Barracks
Skills: N/A

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Josephine made her way to the officer's lounge, arm in arm with her companion, unabashed in her display. The man's offer was tantalizing, to be sure. However, she still had this trip she was going to be a part of. "A worthy offer, and one I would consider under normal circumstances, but darling, as it stands, I am to be a part of a grand adventure. I believe today is the day we leave, provided all goes well, but I may be wrong, given recent events."

Josephine entered the room, escorted by the man with the unfortunate face as he led Lady Munn, who was also looking unfortunate in attire alone. Before she could break the silence and satiate her curiosity, George did so and the Lord Major responded.

Remains? What was this? "Pardon my intrusion, but what remains. What has happened?" The Lord Major mentioned his nephew, and it took a bit of thinking on her part to remember the man, Peter, whom had his eye on Lady Munn. It now made sense why Vera was dressed like that, and Josephine could kick herself for being curious. "Dear me, I am truly sorry to hear about this. Please, accept my condolences." She offered them both to the Lord Major and to Lady Munn. She had lost Haakon and now, it seemed, they had lost another person.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Mei Qiáo

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Location: Galley
Skills: N/A

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Having a moment (albeit probably brief) to sit in the galley before she was called into action for whatever job they had lined up (or whatever was going on with the Preacher), she had time to think about her conversation with Harper. She managed to get some type of read on him and what she had left her feeling empty. Like she had a conversation with a person who wasn't there. Not all the way, at least. It could be her own feelings on the subject, but she was often able to grasp important details about people she talked to. She felt confident in her readings on the Captain, on Jackie, on Fitz, and on Dr. Jahosafat, but not Harper. And that worried her.

If allowed (and maybe even if not allowed) she would have to do some more digging. She considered this part of her job, after all. Being the spymaster on the ship, that meant ensuring crew safety from anyone, including the members on the very ship she served on. For all she knew, Preacher had been poisoned and someone on the ship was an attempted murderer. She would finish her coffee and go find the Captain. For now, she would let her be to deal with recent commotions.

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Jacqueline Croix

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Location: Dorothy's Room -> Hallway Outside Bedrooms
Skills: N/A

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Jackie, meanwhile, was not having the best of times. Fitz was on the floor, unconscious from his own undoing and she and the Ditz were standing there, wondering what to do. "The only issue I see is that they are probably still working on Jesus Freak up there. I imagine a ship of this size doesn't often have a waiting room full of people that need to be seen by the Docs. I suggest we bring him up there and they can get to him when able, because fuck me if I know what to do with him now."

Truth be told, she would probably leave Fitz to deal with it alone. After all, the man had put himself in this predicament following his dick rather than his brain. Men were simple like that, really. Provided you had the right tools, you often got men to do the most ridiculous of things if you offered what they wanted. Fitz, it seemed, was no different and that made her kind of appreciate him more. Up until this point, she was almost certain he was a robot.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Colette de La Fontaine

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Location: On Route to Preston
Skills: Language -English

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The carriage ride to Preston was filled with bumps and jumps and Colette didn't particularly like being jostled around the carriage car. Granted, it was better than the alternative, especially since there would be no way to repair the carriage or change should they end up breaking down. It was better to be caught up in this bumpy carriage, especially if they wanted to make it in decent time. They still had to find a boat to travel and she was unsure if Fyror had the means for that.

She didn't know much about her traveling companion, other than his dedication to helping Millicent. Was it out of pure generosity or was there something else there? "If you do not mind me asking, Monsieur Kildragon, but how do you know Mademoiselle Millicent? You seem very...how you say, anxious to meet up with her." Admittedly, curiosity was her biggest issue, but one could hardly blame her.