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X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: Gymnasium ---> Electronics Lab ---> Chemical Lab -- First Sub-basement

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The grumbling within Antoinette’s stomach could no longer be ignored. Besides that, she finished another set piece. She was well ahead of schedule and deserved this break. Plus some ice cream. She stretched out, laying on the ground a moment, her legs crossed as she stretched back and listened to the last few minutes of the Beauty and The Beast soundtrack.
Antoinette stood and started to clean up her mess. She tended to, spread out when she was working this intently. It took her some time to completely clean up; not including her face but once she was done she headed into the hallway. Even though she had been here for a couple of months now, this place was still a maze to her and Antoinette tended to get turned around quite easily. She had been late to almost every class when there was one. Today was no different, probably distracted from the lack of food which led Antoinette to walking into the laboratories rather than finding the stairs. She heard some talking and ventured in further.
While she wandered into the electronics lab she found a plate of apples. Her stomach grumbled loudly in response. Antoinette walked over to the plate and paused a moment. Now, why would apple slices be so mean?
She hunched over and rearranged them to make another set of words and smiled at the preferred change. She picked the plate up and continued on her journey into the chem lab where the voices were coming from. She walked up beside Guin and smiled over at her. The tension in the room was palpable but Antoinette tried her best to let it roll off her shoulders.
”Hey Guin, are these your apple slices? They are rather talkative things, look,” she said and offered the plate of changed apple letters to her. They now read "Smile On" Antoinette’s stomach grumbled in protest as she offered the plate back to Guin. She looked over at Lance and Bethany and smiled brightly at them both.
”Hi Bethany, Lance. Careful, there’s shattered glass by your hands,” she said plainly. Antoinette looked back at Guin to await her response.

Heroes of Olympus: the Next Age of Heroes

Ezekiel Kel

Location: Camp Half-Blood -- The Dining Pavilion

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Ezekiel laughed and shielded his plate from anymore food staching. He liked his breakfast in the morning and he didn’t want to give her anymore than she had already taken. He thought on her words for a moment, on what they should start with first. Ezekiel looked over, towards the sparkling water and grinned.
”Jam session definitely,” he declared. He generally wrote slower songs, with no lyrics and he was looking forward to having someone finally hear it in its completion.
There was some laughing from the surrounding tables but Ezekiel just ignored them all as he ate and watched Keira. He had a tendency to block out the world when he was with another person, he made sure to focus on them rather than the outside things. Now, that wasn’t always smart, especially if you were being hunted.
Ezekiel rolled his eyes at the mention of Ryland’s dream vision.
”You two still haven’t figured it out yet? I thought it was pretty obvious. Have you talked to Chiron yet or are you both going to be the unwavering heroes and save our lives without outside help?” He may have spoke a bit bitterly but it wasn’t directed at Keira.
She stood and he quickly finished his last few bites of food before standing up with her.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson & Arya Rincewind

Cuyler rubbed his thumb along her spine while she spoke with Rainbrook. At the mention of the amulet Cuyler frowned at the young man. He had just managed to get Arya to let go and now this stranger, wanted her to put it back on? Arya had just tried to use music to open a door for Thor’s sake! If she did have that amulet on, the condition Arya could be in now. Cuyler stood tall and shook his head, not wanting to think that way.

”The amulet also contains her Magyk, which has been apart of her the majority of her life and Magyk is what is killing her. No. We will find an alternative, some Lapis Lazuli or this stone you speak of in the Manuscriptorium,” Cuyler said firmly.

Rainbrook sighed, looking at Cuyler for a moment. "The amulet contains Lapis Lazuli connected to the Heart of Ways," he explained. "My mother explained it to me like this, when I was young...Lapis Lazuli enhances Magyk, some more than most. But it only will enhance pure Magyk. Besides, the ExtraOrdinary Wizard carries belt Charms as well - would you ask her relinquish those as well?" Charms could be used as Magyk sources of their own - the reason that individuals like Amarantha could keep a few on them and still use them. The nervous individual pinched the ridge of his nose, before he looked back at Cuyler and Arya.

"Since when did I let men speak for me?" Arya asked. As tired and weary as she was, she didn't appreciate Cuyler and Rainbrook speaking on her behalf. She was sick but she was still capable. She held her gaze, looking at Cuyler and Rainbrook both for a moment, and gave no indication if she would retrieve her amulet from him. "Now, Mr. Rainbrook, please inform me exactly what information you have been withholding from us."

Cuyler continued to frown, glaring even now. He appreciated his explanation from Rainbrook but he still wasn't agreeing with any of this. To Cuyler, Magyk was Magyk. It didn't matter if it was Lyte, Darke or Pure. It would still hold some effect of Arya, it would still decrease her chances and take her health away from her. Rainbrook's words were only making Cuyler want to keep Arya away from it all the more. There seemed to be no compromise and Cuyler was struggling with it. He could feel his anger rising from his lack of knowledge and ideas on what to do to save Arya.

Arya spoke directly to him and he hung his head, ashamed. He looked away from her, at anything else including a cloth he moved to get wet. He didn't want to blood drying around her lips after she had just coughed some up. He came back and offered it to Arya.
"I simply worry. I did not mean anything by it."

"I know you worry," Arya told him, her gaze softening. She accepted his cloth and cleaned herself up, yet her thoughts were hidden behind her inquisitive green eyes. She loved Cuyler dearly and Rainbrook's insights on the Lapis Lazuli could stand to be tested still - yet she was more interested in knowing why the odd Ordinary Wizard had said such things. She held her gaze at Rainbrook now.

"O-oh dear..." Rainbrook muttered, his nerves all a flurry. "My mother...She...She suffered from a similar ailment in her youth..."

Cuyler smiled a bit at Arya before his eyes flashed and he looked at Rainbrook. He just decided to tell them this now?"Was it the cure? Did she find this cure? Have you ever read or heard of this Sickenesse before?" he asked Arya. He was sure she hadn't. She would have said and done something to protect the kingdom right? She wouldn't have let her own shame in being sick cloud her from saving others. That was not Arya.

"No, I haven't," Arya replied with a frown. "But Cuyler...Rainbrook doesn't come from the Castle - nor the Small Wet Country. Perhaps his land has experienced this plight before - or even if it is just a similar case, the cure they used could give us some information..." However, she was also feeling a bit of nagging at the back of her mind. She was far too tardy to see the Queen at this rate. While Valda was more forgiving than Meliscente had been, it did not mean Arya could just refuse a summons.

Rainbrook shook his head. "It was...It was different, yet I think similar enough. My mother found that Lapis Lazuli - such as the type in Miss Rincewind's amulet - could help to stave off the effects. And then...well, I have told you my plan. I'm not well versed in Alchemie but..."

"Cuyler, instead of venturing to the woods, I would like for you to accompany me to the Palace - and then come with me. It's probably time you met my mother anyways."

It was different, yet I think similar enough. That wasn't exactly comforting but what sort of shot did they have? They needed to take any opportunity that was presented too them. It was a risk, this new plan but, Cuyler would do anything to help Arya. The young man looked at his love when she addressed him again. He was a bit surprised with her decision but was not going to disagree.

As for meeting her mother, well, perhaps he was a bit nervous. They had only spoken of her a handful of times so he knew that Selesia was a Alchemist. She would be there best chance if Rainbrook was so set on this Alchemie way and if his mother's condition, did indeed have similar ties. "Was your mother cured by the treatment she used?" Cuyler asked Rainbrook.

Rainbrook nodded. "Yes, she was," he answered softly. "M-my mother...Sh-she's brilliant - quite healthy - managed to deliver my sister and me without complications," he answered. Arya glanced at Cuyler and she nodded. "Let's go then - if this is the path to curing the Sicknesse, we cannot hesitate," she said. Rainbrook nodded, snapping his fingers and they vanished in purple mist, reappearing at the Palace in the corridor.

"S-sorry for not asking first...I didn't really fancy walking," the odd wizard said.

"Your Majesty," Arya greeted Valda. "I apologize for my tardiness...How may I assist you?"

Cuyler huffed a shaky breath but nodded in agreement. This could be everything they've been searching for or it could be one more lost cause. Rainbrook transported them and Cuyler stumbled a bit. That whole transporting thing was not his favourite means of travel. He looked over at Rainbrook.
"Hvorfor gjorde du det? Er du ikke bekymret for sykdommen?" Cuyler asked their companion in hushed tones. There were a lot of people in the room they were now in, not that there wasn't enough space but Cuyler was suddenly unsure of his presence here.

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Amarantha

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Location:Palace - The Long Walk ----> Second Bedroom, Third Corridor Off the Long Walk
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Titan gathered up Myrus and they were starting to move along the corridor when a girl came racing out to gather up the niffler that was trying hard to go after Skaoi. Amarantha shifted and moved in front of both Luna and Valda. Luna however, bent down to scoop up the coins. This gave time for Amarantha to look the girl up and down and commit her image to memory.
”Watch yourself,” she told the girl. Amarantha hardly cared what or who she was. She only cared about the proximity of her to her friend and Queen. She guided Luna and Valda away so they could continue walking.
Amarantha stuck with Queen Valda while they walked along the long walk. The cold treatment she was giving Lyra was anything but surprising. Valda was a rather unstable Queen but she was thrown into this, she was trying to establish herself but Amarantha also saw that shouldn’t be the type you would want to cross. The latest use of Magyk though would be the test to see how long their Queen could last. Amarantha didn’t like fighting an invisible enemy.
Speaking of invisible. As the group walked along the corridor to Luna’s bedroom, a few ghosts Appeared to them. Amarantha tensed up and looked straight ahead as she hurried forward, passing both royals and entered the bedroom right behind Titan and Tristan as they awkwardly carried Myrus inside. Amarantha and ghosts, didn’t agree. She had a troubling time with them, one in particular and she just wrote every single one of them off. She feared the lot of them.
Titan laid Myrus on the bed and backed off, moving to stand outside the door and keep guard over the group inside. He looked left and then right, listening for any footsteps in the hallway and blocking out the conversation behind the door he stood in front of. He had to remain well on guard with so many royals in one place. They had one assassination attempt today, they did not need another. With the wedding still to come this evening, it was going to be a rather long day for all in the Palace Guard and Young Army.

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Ahote Proudstar

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Location:Port Witch Coven House -- Upstairs/Malekith's Bedroom
Skills: Aura Sensing

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Ahote continued to get this crawling feeling up his spine. He was getting the strange combination of hot and cold sensations sweeping through his body while he stood in the room with the others and the ghost of Nera Hawthorn. Her aura was one of conflict. There was a bright yellow but a mix of another that simply showed more of her loneliness and spitefulness. He was intrigued by this ghost, but he still didn’t want to upset her. The aura in the room alone was one to push him over the edge. The room they stood in did not belong to the ghost before him but to another depraved soul. The darkness made him wonder how many more ghosts had perished in the room and if Nera fell to that soul's hands. He was sure this was what was causing his temperature fluctuations. He shifted his weight, his other senses starting to fire as he worked to keep himself relaxed and present within the room.
Ahote looked over at Minerva, suddenly confused by her. She was looking for something, this stone. She was hiding her intentions for it. Ahote wasn’t exactly sure she could be trusted, that he should even remain in this room. What could this stone do and why did she covet it so much?

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: Gymnasium -- First Sub-basement

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Antoinette sat on a floor cushion in front of a wide arrange of set pieces. One paint brush sat between her teeth, while the other was flicking back and forth along a screen that would be used as a background for one of the indoor scenes to Beauty and The Beast. Paint covered her hands, her pants and even a few places on her face from where she absentmindedly brushed her hair back or a particularly annoying itch on her nose. In the background, a flute trilling could be heard through the speakers that filled the gym. Antoinette had the music on repeat since she started first thing this morning.
When Dean first approached her to do set design for his play, Antoinette was overcome with shock and joy. She had a rocky start coming to a place that was so well versed in each other and well made friendships but luckily, Antoinette was able to make a few good friends, including her roommate Carolina.
Her nose twitched back and forth while she added more blue to the darkened bedroom scene of the Beast. The bed of course would be part of the true set but this showed more of the castle beyond the window. The scene of rain and chaos would be used when Belle, or Allison would enter the bedroom for her first time and when the Beast, Pietro, would enter and destroy the room near the end of the play. She had just started this scene for earlier this day she had just finished the village scene, which was currently drying completely on the far left wall. She had taken some artistic creativity in her village scene and added a few well known French birds. Books laid out behind her, open to various pictures of birds that she had used in order to get every detail that she could. Even the paintings and drawings Antoinette had in her room, no matter what they were, they always contained at least one bird.
Absentmindedly, Antoinette started to hum along to the songs as they continued to play on repeat. She hardly noticed her stomach grumbling as she worked, having completely forgotten about needing to eat supper. Other than her big breakfast, she had merely had a simple ham sandwich at lunch.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: OMEN Facility -- Outside ---> Inside the Quinjet

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Antoinette smiled at Agent Flynn as he spoke. She wasn’t sure what his part was, what he needed to make of for other than choosing the wrong side but he was a good person. Antoinette could see no ill will with this man, at least not immediately. She walked up to her friend, taking his hand and leaned up to kiss his cheek.
”Fury would be lucky to have you. You will do good things Agent Flynn, remember to look to your future and not the past,” Antoinette said. She released his hand and went over to Demetria to do the same thing.
One of the other people from the rescued group spoke out, announcing an open invitation and Antoinette knew that was her chance. The only chance at freedom she had. Perhaps joining these people, she would be able to do some good now rather than just coasting through her life, just barely getting by.
She looked back at Demetria once the woman finished speaking. Antoinette took her and kissed her own cheek. Her cheeks were cold, well below freezing but it shivered through Antoinette pleasantly.
”I do hope we meet again,” she said before turning around. She hurried off to the Quinjet, joining the que of people as she stepped up onto the metal ramp and into the rather spacious jet.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: Wizard’s Tower -- 20th Floor
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Cuyler looked at a retreating Rainbrook and then back at Arya and her shock. Realization finally dawned on him with her acceptance and he couldn’t help but laugh. He took her face into his hands and kissed her deeply.
”Oh Ayra,” he whispered. As he spoke further, his strong accent faded a bit so he was easier to understand. ”I am thrilled to hear you so readily accept but, I don’t even have a ring for you. Not yet. I wish to speak to Rowland first. Atkin as well though I must admit I will still ask you properly even if Atkin does not give me his approval.” It wasn’t that Cuyler didn’t value Atkin’s approval, it would mean much to him but he knew there was some tension between them that may prevent it.
”We will marry Arya, but let’s see about getting you a bit better first. Alright?”

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Amarantha

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Location:The Attic ---> Outside Attic
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Had the roles somehow reversed? When did Lyra become the bitter one and Amarantha become the fierce protector of the royals. Yes, Lyra bore her punishment physically well but her words suggested otherwise. It was a bit surprising to Amarantha that Lyra would speak in such a way. It was borderline disrespectful but it wasn’t inappropriate either.
Amarantha’s gaze shifted from the Queen and her former personal guard to look over Luna, who was doing the same and then at Myrus again as he addressed her. She raised her right eyebrow and quirked her lips into a hidden smile. She was half-tempted to listen to him. One should not challenge a demon. Myrus, the supposed monster, then started running but didn’t get very far until he dropped. Amarantha’s stance shifted as she relaxed. She looked over at the Queen, watching her demeanor to see if any signs of the Sickenesse started to show itself. The first stage had limited symptoms, ones that wouldn’t be quite visible if Amarantha remembered correctly.
”Your Highness, it seems you are in need of a new guard. I will have a few sent for your approval and I do believe it is high time the Prince has a guard as well. One that is suited for his, extraordinary needs. In the meantime, I will accompany you today.” She spoke as she eyed up the unconscious prince on the floor.
Amarantha looked over at Titan and smirked. She nodded towards the Prince after Luna’s words.
”Go on. Retrieve the Prince and take him to Princess’s Luna’s bedroom, as per her request,” she said, rather enjoying the look of disbelief and nervousness on Titan’s face as he looked between Myrus on the floor and his commander. Amarantha trusted Luna’s judgement and therefore had no problems with the Prince retiring to her room. The Prince clearly needed his family and comfort and Luna had a pressing matter that would show him he wasn’t the only monster. Not that Amarantha thought her friend was anything close to the disgusting term.
”You may accompany them Skoai, and your servant as well if you wish it. Titan will be in the room watching. For all of your safety,” Amarantha said, using her words carefully to not upset or show that she was skirting around the Queen’s words. Titan knew the basics of Luna, nothing specific but if she was about to tell her brother of her mental state, she would need further protection.
They still had the afternoon to prepare for this evening’s wedding but now that Amarantha was tied to the Queen and her second to Luna, she would have to utilize the messenger rats to get her other various jobs done and communication made to the rest in her employ. Her men and woman should be finishing their mid-day meal now and be moving about the Palace to secure it completely so there would be no surprises come wedding time. She would have to shift some of them around in order to bring a few to her side for the Queen and the Prince. The questioning of the Eastern SnowPlain natives would unfortunately, have to wait until tomorrow.

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Ahote Proudstar

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Location: Inside Port Witch Coven House
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Ahote couldn’t help but shift in response to the moving house, the voice who answered from upstairs and the shattering windows. His shoulders tensed and he bumped first into Minerva and then back into Grimspound. He narrowed his eyes. Ahote was used to spirits, the sounds and sights of them back in his home but they showed only during ceremonies, passing along blessings. They were always positive while here, in this moment, they were dark and not happy to be disturbed. Ahote attempted to shake off this unnatural chill but it held fast. He glanced back at Grimspound before he reluctantly walked forward. Ahote was hardly a coward but he wasn’t stupid either so he remained on alert. His eyesight and hearing heightened as they continued to walk.
Minerva’s words hit him and he watched her curiously.
”Are you related to this Nera Hawthorn then? I do not recommend removing something that is sacred here.” Perhaps spirits couldn’t physically attack, but if they were strong enough they could make other things occur.

Heroes of Olympus: the Next Age of Heroes

Ezekiel Kel

Location: Camp Half-Blood -- The Dining Pavilion

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Ezekiel found himself accompanied to his table by his best friend. Misery must love company. He sat down and barely got the food in his mouth before Kiera mentioned that he should ask Aella out. He started to choke on his food and quickly drank half his milk before his airways cleared. He gave his friend a bit of a glare and looked around her to find Aella looking at him. His face turned beat red and he slouched, hiding behind Kiera.
”Have I told you how funny you are? Because you are a honest to goodness riot Kiera. Really, I’m killing myself laughing here,” he said.
Ezekiel played with his food a bit, clearing his head and his embarrassment before he started to eat a bit. He sat up and threw a piece of bacon at her.
”No immediate plans. Avoid most people if I can until the game. I’m hoping Chiron will let me sit this out again. Did you want to do a bit of training? Perhaps a jam session? I’m nearly finished that song I’ve been working on,” he spoke proudly.
He then followed Kiera’s gaze to look at Ryland and his groupies. He watched them curiously before looking back at his best friend.
”So what end of the world problems did Ryland need to talk to you so desperately about?”

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: Wizard’s Tower -- 20th Floor

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Cuyler shook his head a little, looking away from his ExtraOrdinary Wizard. She took a sip of his tea and gave him a genuine smile; however, the effect of the tea seemed to do nothing for her appearance or decrease in symptoms. Cuyler was about to insist he stay when a knock came to the door. Arya simply shifted, moving to use Magyk and Cuyler’s face paled at that simple hand motion. Thankfully, nothing occurred. Cuyler grabbed onto the amulet under his shirt and breathed a sigh of relief but he also felt the need to scold Arya. If she had used that simple spell, would she even be conscious right now?
A very disheveled apprentice came through the door and greeted Arya. He seemed rather timid but there was also a air of knowledge around him as he spoke. Cuyler stepped forward, pausing only a moment at the mention of the word husband. Had this apprentice seen the Floor? Was it saying something else already? Throwing boundaries and all respect for the image of a strong, healthy ExtraOrdinary Wizard out the door, Cuyler wrapped an arm around Arya’s waist, turning her slightly and took her face in his strong hand. Worn and built from years of sailing.
”Arya, you must be careful. Whether you have your Magyk source or not. That simple act you tried to perform… It could have held grave consequences,” he looked into her still purple eyes, not afraid to show the emotion they held. He kissed her softly before pulling back just a bit.
”Your husband demands it or I’m not leaving,” he said, a smirk coming across his lips despite what may have just been.
Cuyler’s tension was refocused at the sound of New Nordic. He looked at the man curiously. He had never seen him before, perhaps he was well versed in all languages. Arya did know a few herself. Perhaps it was a requirement.
”Jeg har ikke. Jeg hører det inneholder fantastiske skapninger,” Cuyler replied in the tongue of The Land Of Lost Nights. Cuyler always had a bit of an accent to his speech but it had often shaped to a better tone for his customers to hear him. However, when he spoke in his own tongue, the accent came back full force.

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Amarantha

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Location:The Attic ---> Outside the Attic

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There was a flash in Skaoi’s eyes that did not go unnoticed by the young commander. She narrowed her eyes a bit at Skaoi’s retreating form. There was compliance in her words but everything else told Amarantha that she was hiding something and by the great Gods above and below, Amarantha would find that out. Lyra’s little outburst of authority was short lived when the Queen put her personal guard in her place. Amarantha didn’t much care for after that, Valda moved with her brother out of the attic. She was hot on their feet, glad to have them finally moving and to be out of their herself.

Titan smiled a little smugly at Luna’s agreeance to allowing him to escort her. He stood tall, ready to defend when Prince Tristan showed some troubles with a cute little creature. A little Niffler that was well known in the Palace. The creatures were cute but incredibly annoying. Titan smirked while he watched the Prince struggle with the little thing. The amusement was short lived though when his commander came down the stairs, followed by the rest of the royals. Prince Myrus was not doing well again and it seemed his commander was the one to have set him off. Titan shifted and moved to cover Luna. Valada was wrapped up with Myrus so there was no chance of saving her but there was still Luna.

That sense of relief for Amarantha was short lived as well. As they came into the hallway, seeing Titan, Luna and Tristan fighting with a chubby little creature. Amarantha’s attention was pulled back quickly though as Myrus began yelling at her, defending Skaoi from her earlier comments and the need to question her. Amarantha shifted, holding one hand in front of her but down low. It was a stance meant to calm but also loose enough to move into action if she needed.
”Prince Myrus please. I mean no disrespect but it is my responsibility to keep you and your siblings, along with the public you serve, protected. I must question who I must but I promise you I will do so with the utmost respect.” Amarantha still had authority in her voice as she spoke but it was with a note of respect and calm. It was peculiar for such a harsh woman to speak this way after so many years but she had been learning to perfect that tone ever since baby Dawn was born.
Skaoi moved forward and Amarantha did nothing to stop her. Perhaps she would calm Mryus as Valda had or perhaps she would die. Yet a third option was present in the form of Skaoi killing the Prince in front of them all. Either way, Amarantha did not move but watched.
Queen Valda spoke up and although the commander’s eyes remained on the SnowPlains Physik and Prince, she heard her Queen clearly. Amarantha didn’t quite relax but she nodded. Attention was diverted to Lyra and Amarantha kept her face neutral as punishment was doled out. If it had been Amarantha demoted like that, she would have maimed or killed anyone who commented on it outside the royals. There was a silver lining to this though. Amarantha would give Lyra instruction on how to question Skaoi, humanely of course. She still needed her answers.

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Ahote Proudstar

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Location: The Port ---> Old Port Witch Coven House---> Inside Port Witch Coven House
Skills: Aura Sensing

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Ahote nodded to Arnora. He would revisit this topic of conversation with her as soon as they could. The history, the expansion of knowledge was all very fascinating to him.
The presence of the little girl in the yellow dress faded after another sinister word and Ahote felt a sudden, unnatural chill. That darkness and dread didn’t leave him despite Arnora’s advances on the house and Minerva’s mention of an invitation. He looked at her, perplexed by her seemingly lack of concern about what they were about to walk into. Ahote looked back at the house, Arnora disappearing inside now. He looked over at the other man and clapped him on the back.
”If something goes wrong, you go high, I go low ya?” Ahote moved into step beside Minerva as they approached the house behind Arnora. He looked over at her, trying to get a sense of her aura but nothing was coming to him. It was as if he was being blocked. ”Is there something specific you are looking for Minerva? This бесконачни камен perhaps? What is it?” He asked, most likely butchering the words.
They stepped inside and Ahote looked around the house, feeling a slight chill but was sure that was more from his earlier warning of darkness. Despite the lack of read on Minerva, he did get one entering the house. This house had seen happiness and peace. There was still happiness here but it was clouded by an intense darkness from upstairs. Ahote looked to the damaged stairs and then up at the ceiling.
”That darkness, the heaviness. It’s coming from upstairs,” Ahote found himself announcing.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: OMEN Facility -- Outside

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A lot happened after the entire group stepped outside. An embracing couple was having a rather interesting conversation about the poor dead man inside; however, Antoinette was more intrigued with what the girl was saying. The man responsible for all this death today was now before them and Antoinette felt a deep burning in the pit of her stomach at the sight of him. This Guina, seemed even more disturbed by his presence than anyone. Even with the death of her mother, the loss of some other close people and the constant moving, Antoinette always held a light of hope inside her. She may not like the sight of the people responsible for all her running but she had never thought of killing them. Slipping down to their level, was not going to solve anything.
There were several people who seemed to shift into defensive stances as soon as they saw Jakobsen and others, who simply remained as they were, clearly not wanting to fight anymore. Antoinette looked around her, surveying the group. There were so many of them in this facility and this was only one of hundreds in America.
Antoinette held herself while she stood amongst all these people. Some looked at her curiously but most were preoccupied with the embracing couples and a girl who had just raised a gun and pointed it at Jakobsen. Instantly Annie shifted so she was standing behind Agent Flynn. She stayed hidden behind him, eyes shut and listened to the girl’s statement of the future. She opened her eyes, surprised by the awful image the blonde haired girl spoke of. Antoinette was still outside the facility, along with everyone else but now there were different scene passing before her eyes. It wasn’t quite like Antoinette's illusions but the images were just as real. A picture of the future. After the images faded, she looked at the man by the black SUV and felt no pity when a pretty, young woman got out and started to yell at him. She had just been a kid when her mother died, when they first needed to run. They were all here fighting for a better future. That image would not happen. It couldn’t.
Finally, the SUV pulled away after the man made a few important phone calls. Antoinette heard him announce that the whole thing was called off. Whether Antoinette believed that or not was another question entirely. When one titan would fall, another would simply take its place.
Demetria turned to answer Antoinette now and told her what Antoinette low key feared. More people, more faces, more unknowns. Antoinette was used to running but she would admit, she had grown comfortable where she was in New York City. The only saving grace about this new change, was the opportunity to meet Charles Xavier. Antoinette looked to Agent Flynn now.
”What of you? Where will you go?” she asked, looking up into his face.

Heroes of Olympus: the Next Age of Heroes

Ezekiel Kel

Location: Camp Half-Blood -- The Dining Pavilion

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Ezekiel rolled his eyes at Brynn’s comment. Ya, perhaps there would be some drool if she hadn’t ruined her hair with that fake blonde. He sighed, shaking his head, about to mention how nice her original hair was when Chiron wheeled himself over. He smiled at the man when he looked over at him and answered his nod with one of his own.
”Chiron, see you later,” he said with parting words. Brynn pushed past Ezekiel playfully and he grinned after her but all he could see was blonde now. He shook his head, ignoring the others as he walked with them. ”Seriously B, your natural hair was way prettier, gorgeous even,” Zeke complimented before he winked at a rather disgruntled looking Zoey.
He smirked and split off to go and get himself some food. When he turned to go, he saw Aella enter the dining pavilion. This, this is when the drooling comment would make sense. Ezekiel seemed suspended in time for a moment before he ended up running into the buffet table and hit his knee good on the corner of it. He cursed out loud and stopped a minute, catching his breath. To make matters worse, he saw Ryland enter the pavilion next and go sit with Bronwyn. Ezekiel made to concentrate on the food he was gathering rather than the burning pain in his knee, crawling sensation up his back of needing to look behind him and the fire in the pit of his stomach that now overpowered his need of food. He turned around, with his full plate and went to go retrieve a seat at his own table, away from the others.