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🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Cassiopeia Hood

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Location: Chinese Place -- Wichita, Kansas
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Cassiopeia smirked at her sister and continued to eat her food. She looked at the sound of the door opening, bringing in a rush of cold air before the door closed again and warmth settled over her raised skin. Cassiopeia frowned at the woman who waved at them. She didn’t recognize them but they weren’t bad to look at either. ”Do you know who that is?” Cassiopeia asked her sister in hushed tones, nodding to the woman who had gestured towards them.
Cassiopeia ate her food with a bit more haste, wanting to leave to get to the park and still have time to go for a hunt after. Curiosity has always been a bad thing but sometimes a curious nature couldn’t be helped. She looked back over at the trio who had walked in once she finished her food. Cassiopeia didn’t seem to recognize any of them and that was saying something. It wasn’t an overly big town.

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Willow Jones

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Location: The Diner
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Willow answered her phone, standing several tables away from Rose, Sierra and Sylvia. Her tone wasn’t exactly warm when she said hello to her mother. “Will? What happened to the car? Why did you ignore my first phone call? Are you at the police station?” The bombardment of questions didn’t help Willow and she felt herself turning red. ”Am I adopted?” Well, that just fell out of Willow’s mouth. All the colour drained from the girls face as she just realized what she said to her mother.
“What?” Was the response from her mother on the other line. It was too late to backtrack now.
”Am. I. Adopted?”
“Will… come home. Your father will want to talk with you as well…”
”Answer the question mom… Please.” There was a long silence and static filled the silence, as well as the manager telling everyone they were closing early.
“Willow, my precious rose, your father and I love you very much but…”
”I’m adopted,” Willow filled in for her mother. She started speaking again, trying to tell Willow that they were her parents still, no matter what. Willow didn’t hear much as she hung up the phone and shoved it into her pocket. She turned back around and approached the group. She was staring at the floor, a mix of emotions filling her face and she didn’t exactly want to talk about anything that just happened but she did want to go to the park. ”I’m going to head to the park, if anyone wants to come,” she stated and fished for her keys. She didn’t know the others had already made the decision to go and if they needed, Willow had the room to drive them all over to the park.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Palace Grounds -- Behind the Stands -- Midgard - The Castle
Skills:Water Manipulation; Brawling; Enhanced Strength; Bard Boost (Thank you Myth)

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Cuyler’s fight with the Darke Mage was going less than spectacular. He was unable to fell him with his sword and before Cuyler could switch tactics, he was hit with another vision. In his vision this time around, he was standing in front of a waterfall that fed into three different rivers. Most disturbingly, the waterfall was red but Cuyler is unable to determine if it is blood or not. At the end of one river are all the dead of Ragnarok, at the end of the second are two people, Amarantha and his daughter Apollodora, while the third is completely covered by mist and difficult to see. Suddenly, the second river is blocked off, covered in rocks. Cuyler isn’t sure how but he knows this to mean the future is changing permanently but to what, is unclear. Cuyler took a step towards the second river, in hopes to save his young daughter when the vision leaves him and he is back on the battlefield.
Cuyler nearly misses the Darke Mage taking a swipe at his own stomach as he dodges to the side. Angry that the vision bombarded him in the middle of fighting and giving no clear answers, Cuyler reached out in search of water. He managed to pull water from the air around him and achieved at least a gallon of water. It swirled in a large sphere in-between the two men and Cuyler hurtled the sphere of water down the Darke Mage’s throat. All that achieved was giving the Mage a well deserved drink. Cuyler let out a roar of frustration and annoyance at his own power denying him of a kill and charged the man. The Mage’s eyes widened in surprise at the charging bull and before any action could be made, Cuyler had his hands on the man’s neck and snapped it. The Mage’s body instantly went limp and Cuyler dropped him without a second thought.
Cuyler turned around, his breathing heavy from the rage and adrenaline and he bent to grab the sword he dropped before returing to his mates. ”Somethings changed. The paths are changing. I’ve had another vision, three rivers, each displaying something else and one of them gets suddenly blocked off,” Cuyler said, giving everyone within earshot a run down of what was going on. He twirled his sword around and shifted to attack the next enemy that approached them. His mind swirled, trying to decipher the vision as well as wrap his head around the rage that was coursing through him. Nothing was in his control and nothing was for certain. Cuyler was constantly battling a series of unknowns and he didn’t know where that was going to lead him. Not to mention he kept looking around for a figure cloaked in purple. The figure that meant death for him.

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Ahote Proudstar

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Location: Outside The Throne Room -- The Palace
Skills: Enhanced Condition

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There wasn’t even a scream as Amarantha went up in flames but Ahote could have sworn he saw a smirk as she burnt up. Ahote’s grip on Ayra tightened in response but she couldn’t break his hold. Ahote twitched at Mryus’s screaming, fighting the desire to go to his friends aid but he couldn’t. They needed to take out the leaders of this fight and two of them were right close to Ahote. Rowland, back to his senses, tried to get the chains around Arya but is was another failed attempt and now Ayra started chanting. Slowly Ahote started to lose air as his face turned blue. He gasped, trying to get more air in and in a panic, turned and punched Arya in the side of his head to get her to stop. The punch felt like nothing as Ahote’s bones felt as if they were liquifying. He lost his hold on the Ex-ExtraOrdinary Wizard and Ahote dropped to the floor, still gasping for air.
Ahote tried crawling to Mryus, hoping he could help his friend now but he could barely help himself at the moment. There was so much fighting going on around him, so much he could be fighting for. He looked towards Valda, hoping she would have a solution for all this death that was happening around them. Ahote buried into his enhanced healing and resistance, hoping it would be able to fight off the Magyk that was deteriorating his body.

Lennox, having just watched his Commander burn alive and seeing one of the royals now on fire, moved into action. He started slapping the flames out on Myrus as the Prince rolled before he quickly looked over his face. “We need to get you to the infirmary Sir!” Lennox urged the Prince. He grabbed his sword back up and turned to grab onto Luna. Things were turning quickly and he needed to get the royal line out of the Throne Room.

Roll Request

Ahote - Enhanced Condition/strength/stamina/resistance/healing to help battle off Ayra's curse if possible.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Luna Braddock - Glimpse

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Location: Sabertooth Hallway - Sinister’s Lair -- Washington D.C.
Skills: Telepathy - Tracking

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Luna watched Havok come back to normal and smirked when he didn’t realize what Spark Plug had said to him. Poor guy, he would be swarmed instantly if he ever stepped foot into a gay bar. Luna moved closer to the trio while Havok and Veil worked on getting Riptide. They couldn’t get their hands on him but Luna could mentally if they needed. She kept herself on stand by, waiting but watched Veil use her shields to knock him out. He disappeared, much like Sabertooth had earlier and than Arclight which was completely fine with Luna and she relaxed a bit. Now that the immediate threat had passed, there was the bigger problem of finding the others and getting out of Sinister's lair. The information that they had learned was going to determine if they stuck with this or handed it off. There were bigger parties at play than the original information had indicated. Not only was her Uncle working to create mutants of a different breed but Mister Sinister, the mad scientist himself was involved and they were capturing mutants who were well known and corrupting them. If she ever got her hands on Shaw, it wasn’t going to be pretty.
Luna focused back when Veil asked her to track for the others. She reached out and searched for Sunshine and then when Veil pointed out Havok was no longer with Max and Leighton as he was supposed to be, she searched for Max instead of Jack. ”Okay, I found Sunshine and I found Max. Sunshine is in a hallway a couple over and Max is, he seems to have found his way to the elevator so we’ll come across him on our way to Sunshine,” Luna stated and started walking. Once they had those two, she would go looking for the others but who knows, they could all get lucky and find them all in one shot.

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Cayden Proudstar - Moonwalker

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Location: Old Underground HQ -- Washington D.C.
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Cayden sighed in relief as they made it back to the old HQ and he bailed out of the vehicle straight away. He breathed in somewhat fresh air and rolled his neck and shoulders out before grinning at Negasonic and waving at Blink. He stepped around to the back of the van and opened up the trunk to reveal an unconscious Vulcan and somewhat calmer Illyana. Cayden wasn’t about to take his eyes off of Vulcan and have another sneak attack like they did at the hospital. So he leaned against the back door of the van and watched him while listening to the conversation outside of the van.
For some reason he wasn’t terribly concerned about the others who had gone on the recon mission. They were all well equipped with their powers and they had been able to get out of tight jams before. He was certain they would be back soon with the information they desired in tow. ”You know,” Cayden started, his head on the idea of information. ”I could always pop into this guys head for a spell, see what else we can learn from him. I can virtually go in undetected and see what he’s thinking, feeling, dreaming about. You name it.” Cayden’s eyes remained on Vulcan’s still face while he spoke. The only real downside with this ability was the person’s mind he wished to enter, had to be asleep but beyond that, Cayden had free range to see inside the person’s mind, root around and change some things if he wanted.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

Ezekiel Kel

Location: The Arena -- Camp Half-Blood

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Once they were dismissed, Ezekiel walked down to where Rosie was, still in her floating chair. He would have to give his props to Rebecca. ”If you need to head back to the infirmary to rest some more, do feel free to do so. It’ll be quiet and closer than your cave of wonders should you need anything. I’m going to check in with team Echidna before I head back to the infirmary,” he told her before splitting off to go and do just that.
Ezekiel walked up to Kristen, Jason and Janelle and nodded to them all. ”Hello team and Jason and Lauryn. Care to head over to the armory and pick out what toys we would like to bring along so the metal heads can have them ready to go for us by morning?” It was pretty standard to spend the day before leaving for a quest to prepare what they might need. Weapons, clothes, rations. Ezekiel was pretty well set with his go bag tucked away under his bed but the weapons check was a must, plus it would give the three of them time to vibe off of each other. Not that he needed nor desired any more quality time with Kristen. But here they were.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Cassiopeia Hood

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Location: Chinese Place -- Wichita, Kansas
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Cassiopeia rolled her eyes and picked up her water glass, she tipped it towards her sister in a mock salute. ”Oh yes, please do,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. ”I know you like guys because we discuss it all the time, just as we discuss the taste we have in women.” It was incredibly lucky that they were twins and were both bisexual. It made a lot of things easier for them. She shifted when their food was brought over. The waiter asked if they wanted anything else and after Layla said no, Cassiopeia smirked. ”Yes actually, my sister would like your phone number,” she said innocently. Cassiopeia smirked at Layla, mouthing you’re welcome before turning to her food.
Cassiopeia ate her food slowly, thinking on the letter now. At the very least, if they did go they would find out who their parents were, which could be helpful with any future health problems they may have. It could be useful for a lot of things and their last foster parents were always very supportive with letting them know they would help Cassiopeia and her sister find their birth parents if they desired it. ”Alright LaLa, you win, we can go to the park after this and scope the place out.” Cassiopeia held her fork out so they could tap their utensils together in a mock handshake.

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Willow Jones

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Location: The Diner
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Willow was vaguely aware of a hand coming to rest on her shoulder. It was comforting in a grounding sort of way but it was always too heavy. She shrugged out of it, shifting away and stared at the table. The voices around her blurred until she heard her phone ringing. She grabbed it quickly and saw that it was her mother calling. Willow didn’t really know what to do. Her heart leaped at the idea of hearing her mother’s comforting voice but then she tightened up and feared it. Was she calling to tell Willow that she was adopted? Panicking, Willow hit the decline button on her phone before setting it down on the table. She just declined her mother, she’s never done that before.
Willow groaned and put her head on her arms and rested them on the table. This was turning out to be a wonderfully awful day. Four people, all with the same letter. It couldn’t be a coincidence but Willow was still hoping it was a ruse. She couldn’t handle her whole life falling apart right now, she wasn’t built for that. After a moment her phone started to ring again. ”I need to take this.” Willow moved out of the booth and answered her mother’s phone call.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: Stark Tower -- New York City, New York.
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Antoinette looked back and forth at the back and forth comments between Sarah, Mary and then Neil. It was slightly amusing but also disappointing. Antoniette shifted and stood once Tony Stark announced the suits were ready and in the next room. She went up, standing with Carolina for a minute and watched the trio who were arguing for a moment. ”I do believe this may be one of the concerns others have about sending ‘children’ into space to save the world.” The high stress and tension of the situation wasn’t helping matters of course. Antoinette looked at Carolina and took her hand. ”I do hope we prove them wrong,” she said before following Carolina into the other room.
Iron Man suits lined the wall but they weren’t nearly as dazzling as Mr. Stark’s. They didn’t have the time for the pimped out versions but it was still exciting and a thrill for Antoinette when she stepped into one of the suits and it fastened around her. A screen turned on where the visor sat so she could see and Antoinette looked around the room, seeing everyone in a different light. She could see vital signs and a few other things plus one interesting addition for them that was tracking the object in space. Antoinette took a few steps and the tracker announced she was getting closer. She looked over at Carolina and noted her vital signs. ”Oh Lina! You must try your suit on!” The Iron Man helmet shifted and revealed Antoinette’s head again, her eyes were bright and brilliant with excitement as she waited for Carolina to get into her suit.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Palace Grounds -- Behind the Stands -- Midgard - The Castle
Skills:Bow&Arrow; Enhanced Strength; Sword Play

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Cuyler didn’t have much time to respond or even contemplate Arnora’s words about the vision she had seen. It didn’t really help his head and now with chaos ripping through the stands, Cuyler had to shift his train of thought quickly. He pulled his bow around and withdrew an arrow from its quiver and followed on Arnora’s heels where they came across their cousin Halley talking with Hodr and Baldur. He agreed with Arnora, it was time to get them out of there. If whoever was in the midst of this battle here for Baldur, keeping him here was a poor plan.
In the meantime, the chaos was spreading. The fire was at bay thanks to Bruce but there were others, innocents falling and dying around them all. Cuyler wasn’t built like Halley, he couldn’t ignore these people and so started firing arrows at targets. Perhaps this was a sign Cuyler should stick to Asgardian things. In Cuyler’s attempt to save the innocents, he ended up killing two before he got a hit into the bad guys. Cuyler’s face fell and he dropped his arms, suddenly feeling extremely heavy. There were casualties in war but he had never killed innocents before. With all the chaos going on though, it was near impossible to get a completely clear target, especially with the bow and arrows. Cuyler put his bow away, stealing his courage and withdrew his sword, Borghild. Close range would be better for the time being.
Thia, the loyal Night Transformer who currently looked like a Norwegian Elkhound, managed to get teeth on one of those attacking the Castle but they were able to get away from her before she could sink teeth in. She slipped in next to Cuyler and Arnora, growling and glaring at everything around her. Cuyler stepped forward again, finding a target and twisted his blade, angling it for the man’s side but the Darke mage managed to conjure a blade of his own and blocked Cuyler’s blade and now the two of them are locked in battle.

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Amarantha

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Location: The Throne Room -- The Palace
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There wasn’t much more room for talking when Arya, in the flesh rather than speculation showed up, Fleur with her as well. Ayra directed her attention to Amarantha and created a ball of Fyre that made her tense in anticipation. If even a lick of that touched her, she would be finished. Luckily, Rowland stopped if from hitting her. ”As I hear it Ayra, you have turned over to the dark side as well. Who are you to judge me?” She looked at Rowland, seeming to ask him if he could handle her for the moment. Amarantha needed to get Luna out of here. She knew Valda wouldn’t leave and Mryus, as much as she didn’t want to risk his safety, was an asset.
Amarantha pulled a couple of blades out of hiding and stepped in front of Luna, even as she started to throw a valiant speech towards Fleur. ”Perhaps now isn’t the best time,” Amarantha scolded Luna. They needed to get her out of here, to the Queen’s Room. Lennox moved in with his Commander and both started to take steps back, herding Luna from the room. Amarantha’s eyes remained watching Fleur. Valda may be discarding her, either to infuriate the witch or because she didn’t really see her as a threat compared to Ayra but Amarantha wasn’t going to discount a lover scorned, especially one that was as power hungry as Fleur was.

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Ahote Proudstar

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Location: Outside The Throne Room -- The Palace
Skills: Aura Sensing; Enhanced Condition

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Ahote was left without an answer and was momentarily confused when Prince Mryus shouted they were under attack. No one in the throne room was attacking anyone, that was until seven people appeared out of nowhere. Ahote turned rapidly and watched the one in purple accuse Amarantha of failing the Castle. Valda moved in, trying to take the woman in purple down but could barely get a decent hold on her with the Magyk chains. Ahote assumed all seven of these beings had some sort of Magyk in them, especially when he saw the one in purple throwing Fyre at Amarantha. As the woman in purple blocked Valda’s chain attacks, Ahote got a read on her aura. It was confused and dark. There had been a strength to her at one point, a kindness that was slowly being tainted. They had to get those chains on her, Ahote could see there was hope for this one.
”Valda, timing. Wait for the opportune moment,” Ahote stated, falling into the easy mode of teaching and training. He turned back to Ayra and charged ahead, pushing himself to a faster pace than the average human in hopes to catch Ayra off guard and restrain her. The spirits of the True North were with Ahote, seeming to guide his moves effortlessly and Ahote managed to get Ayra restrained. "Now!" he shouted towards Valda, in hopes her trick would work better for them at this time. If all else fails, put them on manually.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Luna Braddock - Glimpse

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Location: Sabertooth Hallway - Sinister’s Lair -- Washington D.C.
Skills: Enhanced Speed; Acrobatics; Hand-to-Hand Combat

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Luna glared at Sinister but she did appreciate the rundown on who they were about to fight off. One against one, that was at least helpful. Luna didn’t worry about the other two as the fight started, she had her own hands full. The ground left her feet as she was flung back and hit the wall with a solid hit. She dropped to her knees but didn’t let the hit keep her down and launched herself at Arclight. Luna dropped into a slide at the last minute, knocking Arclight off her feet before she pinned her down and started pounding on her face. She managed to knock her out easily with a couple of hits and Luna sat back for a moment and brushed fingers through her hair, not the least bit concerned if she streaked blood through her hair.
Luna looked around, trying to find something to keep her tied down but all she managed to find was a small intestine curled around in a jar of embalming fluid. ”When in Rome,” she declared, her British accent thicker from the adrenaline. Luna grabbed the jaw and smashed it on the floor before she wrapped it around Arclight’s ankles and wrists and hog tied the girl. Luckily the small intestine is long and was able to make the distance. She tied it tight, hoping a human organ could hold this much tension and turned to see how her companions were faring. As Luna stood, she reached out and grabbed a glass shard from the broken jar and held it loosely in her hand, ready to use it should she need it.

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Cayden Proudstar - Moonwalker

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Location: Van/Road -- Washington D.C.
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Cayden reached out to pull Waverley back but there was so much movement and she moved quickly on top of that so he couldn’t get her before some freaky sword was coming out of Magik’s chest. Cayden’s eyes widened and he was in a relative state of shock watching all of this transpire. What exactly was she? It didn’t sound good that she was asking for a hit either and the way she was asking for one didn’t sound like an addict to Cayden but someone who didn't want to do what she was capable of but he couldn’t be sure. Waverley missed giving her a sedative but Sapphire stopped the car and gave her something to calm her down before sliding back into the driver's seat and took off. Waverley sat back beside Casper and him and Cayden just stared at her.
Sapphire yelled at them all to shut up and quick pissing her off and from where Cayden was, that was easier said than done. They were trying not to freak out while dealing with things none of them had come across before. On top of that, Casper was curled into James and freaking out still. There was a whole lot of hell going on in the back seats. Cayden rested a hand on Waverley’s shoulder. ”Let James worry about Cas for right now,” Cayden suggested. They all had plenty of questions and there was a lot of excitement in the air right now.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Palace Grounds -- Behind the Stands -- Midgard - The Castle
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Cuyler nodded his agreement with Bruce, of course it wasn’t safe but it was just Cuyler remarking on how he was sure his littlest cousin would have enjoyed all of this. Cuyler wished he could enjoy all of this but his mind was preoccupied. To make matters worse Cuyler was no longer seeing all that was around him. He was staring blankly off into space as he was overcome with a vision. Cuyler stood back at the Well of Mimir but Mimir was not alone. A small girl stood, reaching out and took Cuyler’s hand. He wasn’t sure how but he knew her name to be Apollodora and she had eyes as blue as the ocean, with hair as dark as night and she was so familiar to Cuyler. ”It's going to be okay, Daddy. You can rest now.”
Cuyler was meeting his beautiful daughter, a daughter he somehow knew he was going to have but didn’t understand the meaning of any of this. Before he could say a word, Apollodora turned to dust and disappeared before his very eyes, floating away on wind that didn’t exist. A moment later and Cuyler was looking back at the stands, hearing the roar of the crowd and Arnora teasing him and Myth agreeing with Cuyler that Halden would like this but it wasn’t safe.
Cuyler blinked a couple of times as shock and confusion rolled through him in waves. He looked at Myth before she went off with Bruce and he was left with his friend Arnora. He ran a hand over his eye patch and his hair again before he shook himself but the vision wouldn’t leave him. ”Did Saga mention anything about there being recurring visions when she spoke of the waters of Mimir?” Cuyler asked Arnora. He wanted to know what it meant and why she had disappeared like that. It had been as if it were ash but she had not caught fire and they were standing in water at the time and why did she want him resting. Cuyler couldn’t rest, they had to prevent the end of the world.

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Amarantha

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Location: The Throne Room -- The Palace
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Amarantha wasn’t surprised Valda was continuing to ignore her. It had been happening ever since her release and Amarantha wasn’t even sure Valda had been completely on board with her release. No matter, Amarantha was here, doing her duty for the good of the Castle and if Queen Valda wanted to hold onto a little spat that Amarantha had when she felt her life was over and death was imminent, that was her personal problem but the safety of the Castle needed them to put their personal feelings aside and buck up. Amarantha glanced over at Lennox and nodded at him to follow the Queen when she went to go have her conversation. No royal was being left unattended today, especially when conversing with one of their many enemies.
Amarantha drifted over and stood next to Luna. ”Are you going to give one of the lovely contestants your favour? I’m sure any of the fine male contestants would be more than happy to have it.” And if two of the Kings' obnoxious laughter was any indication, they certainly would. Amarantha would have adored sticking by Luna’s side today but the both of them had a greater purpose to serve today and flirting with her charge, was not it. "If you would like, I can escort you out to the Royal Box if you would like to go now," Amarantha offered, looking back at Luna.

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Ahote Proudstar

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Location: Outside The Throne Room -- The Palace
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Ahote bowed again when Valda named him as her champion. She knew it was part in protecting her brother, which was one of his reasons for volunteering but he still couldn’t help but swell with pride from her favour. Ahote looked over at Mryus and nudged him with his elbow. ”I’ll need a coach of sorts. I would like you to come with me into the ring to prepare and be there for each task, if you desire it.” Ahote didn’t want his friend to feel as if he were being overlooked it was a safety thing just as much as it was a political thing.
Ahote looked over, hearing the Kings’ laugh and speech. They weren't being completely silent but if Ahote chose to tap in, he was sure he would be able to hear more of their conversation and see malice and lust in their auras but he refrained for a better opportunity. ”Maybe we should both go and speak to them. Teach them a little respect,” Ahote said under his breath to his two royal friends and the commander of the guard. Ahote didn’t appreciate the backwoods talk that the two of them were exhibiting and it didn’t help matters when King Nicholas flashed a poisonous smile at Valda. His hands clenched into fists and he shifted his weight. Someone cleared their throat and he turned his head quickly, seeing Amarantha smirking at him.
”I do believe you have somewhere to be Ahote Proudstar, champion to the Small Wet Country Across the Sea. Go on now.” Ahote stepped back, relaxing only slightly and nodded.
”Will you come be with me in the champions tent later on Prince Mryus?” Ahote asked his friend.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: Stark Tower -- New York City, New York.
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Once Antoinette heard that she would be placed on the same team with Carolina, she relaxed immediately. She would have more confidence in herself with a steady presence next to her, not that Antoinette ever completely failed during missions. It was just harder when guns were going off and the last mission had set her back some. Antoinette released Carolina and went and sat down, they still had some time so she figured she would rest and be comfortable while the last details were set out. She was more than happy with the rest of the members on her team. She knew them well and had worked with them at least a few times now.
Iris mentioned duplicating the device they were after, which Antoinette didn’t think was a half bad idea. They did have the technology but that might prolong their departure time and it didn’t sound like they had a lot of time. Even waiting for the suits to be finished seemed a risk but they needed them to get into space and it would all help them in the end to defeat this World Eater. What her dad would say when he found out she went into space. It wasn’t like that was ever on their radar when they were all living in their small town in Ireland. Antoinette smiled a little, picturing her mother’s face as she stood in the living room, watching the birds flying outside the window and explaining each one to her. Soon Antoinette would get to fly. Not quite as a bird but something more.