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RP's (Updated 2/13/25)
Upcoming:
Northwood - A slice-of-life horror rp
Currently Running:
Château de La Lune
Camp Lava Lake
Currently in:
Avengers Academy
Strange Academy
An incomplete and in no particular order dead or ended RPs I have participated in:
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Heck yeah!
Excited to have you all.
You've all been added to the Discord.
I'll take one more applicant (or if someone wants to play a second character, let me know). I will get the OOC up next week (probably Monday or Tuesday).
Excited to have you all.
You've all been added to the Discord.
I'll take one more applicant (or if someone wants to play a second character, let me know). I will get the OOC up next week (probably Monday or Tuesday).
Willing to take two or three more. (Provided no one else wants to play two characters)
It is about time I got some recognition!
Overview
Location: Château de La Lune
Time Frame: Summer 2025
Rp Tags: Casual, Advanced, Large Group, Adventure, Slice-of-Life, Romance, Drama, Politics, Mystery, horror
Type Of RP: Slice-of-life, Mystery
The goal of the Current Arc: Figure out who the killer is and win the nomination for the La Lune Award of Achievement.
Character Age Requirements: 25-45 (note that your character should be an up-and-coming member of their field)
Max character limit: Two
Premise
You’ve received a nomination for an award!
Upon arriving at the Château, you get settled in and meet the other nominees. All seems fairly normal. Though, it is strange all of the nominees are in radically different fields than your own. Some are scientists, others are teachers. There is no consistency. Most awards are for specific fields, but who is to complain? Being nominated for such a prestigious award is worth a little strangeness.
As the night progresses, one of your number is killed. A preschool teacher named Renee Tanner. You had met her, she was very sweet. Who would kill her? Why would they kill her? Will the awards still happen? Will you win?
IMPORTANT: PM the CS to me. DO NOT SHARE WITH OTHER PLAYERS.
Rules
*Rules are enforced and you will be removed if you break them.
Applications:
-PM the CS. DO NOT SHARE WITH OTHER PLAYERS.
-Change the color code to a unique one (i.e. not in use by a current character). Please try to avoid colors that are very similar to the eye as well. (I, the GM, will let you know if the color is close to a previously submitted CS. It will be first come first serve)
-Choose a face claim for your character that is not currently in use - if you're not sure if someone is using that FC, ask the GM. Face claims must be real-life images - not drawings. (I, the GM, will let you know if the face claim is already in use. It will be first come first serve)
-The GM can refuse a concept for any reason, yet will generally work with you to fix up the character until they can be accepted.
-All relations must be approved by both parties. For example, you can’t have a crush on someone without first checking with the player that it is okay. The same goes for hating each other.
-The GM will check your posting history / previous RPs - you've been warned.
-Under Extras in your CS please post a link to a post you have done in the past to show you have read the rules. If You submit a CS without this it may be declined.
Special - To Newcomers To The Guild - Pm The Gm for a tidbit to add under extras instead
Post Content
-No use of slurs in posts. Sure, you may be playing a racist white guy from the 1950s, so just use asterisks - you'll convey the same idea. This also goes for terms like the r-word. Do not use them.
-Nudity needs to be run by the GM before posting. In general, this is PG-13 when it comes to romance, sexual interactions, exposure, and so forth... Violence-wise, anything goes. This can get gross.
-Fade to black for things that verge into the area of smut/other taboo subjects. Seriously. Your post will be deleted otherwise. Don’t break guild rules.
-The world and NPCs and events are controlled by the GM. If the GM says it's raining, then it's raining. Results will be randomized per dice mechanics.
Posting & General Behavior
-Follow all of the rules of the forum - they're the law of the land.
-No meta-gaming. No controlling other PCs without permission (that permission must be given in a place where I, the GM, see it).
-If you need an extension or you're struggling - or even if you just aren't certain what to do - please reach out to the GM! Communication is key.
-All posts are backed up on the backup forum after they have been posted - the GM will provide the link for this forum. It only takes a few seconds and it ensures all your hard work is preserved!
-You can only post once per round. If the GM hasn’t posted since your last post you cannot post again. You must post every round. If you miss a post between GM posts without having previously spoken with the GM you may get removed from the RP. This is important as it helps keep the RP alive. The GM will post once every 7 days, or faster if everyone has posted.
-If you need an extension, ask!! Extensions should be requested no later than when your last post reads as 6 days ago. If an emergency comes up on day 7, of course, come and talk to us - we'll be more than happy to work something out. It's very rare that an extension request is denied.
-You may NOT copy and paste something from someone else's post and add it to your own. This includes dialogue.
-Minimal 2 posts between your last (This means if you posted last in the last round you have to wait for the GM to post, and then one other person.)
-No editing posts without GM approval. Do not edit posts without approval. Even if it is just to fix grammar or code. Please ask the GM for approval. I will likely give it. If you edit your post without approval you will be removed.
-Each post should include two well-developed paragraphs (please don't make me define how many sentences are in a paragraph. If they're long sentences, then sure 5 is fine - if they're shorter, maybe 15 is best). If you want to post longer than that please do!
-Read all posts! Seriously, people are reading yours so spread the love and read theirs!
-No tagging for interactions in your post - people use this as a crutch usually to get away with not reading everything. You can say where your character is in the Château so people in the Hall (for example) know you’re there.
Other:
-Character deaths will happen, no one is safe - it will be randomized and you will be notified when your death approaches. This is also unlikely to happen. This is why you’re allowed two characters. Bringing in a new character will be difficult once the RP has gotten past Day One.
-The GM reserves the right to make decisions as to how much additional time, if any, will be granted to post if the forum is glitching. A week to post is plenty of time even if the forum glitches a day or two. But usually, I do tend to be pretty generous about it. Please communicate!
-Rules and character sheets will be added to and changed as need be depending on problems or points that come up.
-Under Extras in the CS also mention your favorite Fantasy Storyline so I know you at least skimmed this.
-Check the discord chat once a day. Invite will be provided by the GM.
CS:
Your CS's will be private. Please make sure you PM them to me. DO NOT SHARE THEM.
Some information will be shared publicly.
A few ground rules for you and your characters:
- Cannot speak French (where would the fun be in that)
- Is up-and-coming in their field. That field can be anything, from teaching preschool to a scientist. Please have no major contributions to your field at this time though (you know, don't want people that when they disappear are actually noticed).
- It is possible for your character to have knowledge on wine and wineries but they do not work for a winery, and are not well versed in the practice of winemaking.
- Please use new characters. As much as I love all of the characters from other RPs I think it would be best for all new characters and drama to play with.
- No meta-gaming. I feel like you all know this, and I trust you all to comply. It is what makes this game so much fun. (Since I know some of you know French IRL, this is especially important.)
- Relationships: now while the world is small and some of you may be from the same profession none of the characters are to know each other prior to meeting at the Château. You may have heard of some of the others, but you’ve never met before.
- Also something that is not on the CS, but I would like to know when you send it in is: Specific reason for not telling family members why/where they're going, specific reason for accepting the invitation, and anything else you feel is important to your character. THIS IS REQUIRED.
Location: Sorcerer’s Hotel
Skills: Fangirling Hard
Eva kissed Valerie’s temple. ”It should be fine. Let him have some time.” Eva then stepped forward, joining Harry, not in the spotlight of course, but between the teens and Val and David. Her body language shifted a little from the relaxed teasing that she had had moments before, into ‘on stage’ mode. This shift was common, something the little group was used to. It wasn’t like David’s shift as this was still Eva, she was just ready for performing.
As the girl with the massive sword approached her Eva took a half step back. She was used to some crazy obsessed people but giant sword was a new one. Eva was not a fighter, sure she and Val spared, but that was not the same as someone coming at her with a sword. She had never had to fight for her life. Never had to defend herself against more than a stalker or two. That’s why she had bodyguards, they kept her safe. She was a mutant, but her power was not good for fighting women with swords. However, it quickly became apparent that the girl was not murderous. Eva smiled, recentering.
”Certainly, I’ll sign your sword,” Eva said, she held back a laugh. ”Yes, Billy, you may call me Evanthe. It is a pleasure to meet you too.” Eva pulled a gold paint marker out of her pocket. She kept a few different pens on hand. This one was her favorite. She wrote her name with her standard flourish on the sword.
Harry tensed as the stranger began to approach them with a sword drawn. His attention pulled from the young boy and towards their possible assailant. Every step, every breath, a vibration that he focused on in the event he needed to weaponize them against her. But before anything could happen, she…asked for an autograph? Perhaps it was due to one of Eva's performances where she wore a Knightly outfit, but that definitely opened the door for more trouble down the road.
With tensions eased Harry focused once more on the pair before him. Smiling warmly at the mention of one of his more personal songs being used for a Prom. He studied the kid before him, the ones he was with and suddenly it all clicked. ”One of my favorite songs, shame I couldn't play it for you live. Billy, did you say? You wouldn't happen to be Wanda's son would you? What could I do for you? Signature? Photo?” He asked as he pulled out a neon pink paint marker.
Val’s eyes widened, as a muscular young girl came forward with a gigantic sword, headed straight for her wife. She was a split second away from pulling up a shield around Eva and Harry, and making them all just disappear - just a split second away from falling back into her old routine, her old habits, just to make sure they all got out of there safe. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her brother and wife to defend themselves - it was more that she never wanted to see them put in a position where they had to do so to begin with. But unlike the others, her anxiety didn’t fade as it was revealed that the kid was just a fan - she couldn’t shake off the adrenaline as easily, couldn’t just dismiss the dangers. She shifted uncomfortably, torn between standing back and letting the pop stars do their thing, or telling them that they needed to get moving, so they could get to their actual hotel and away from a group of unstable children with swords and powers.
Just a himbo, Davie’s voice whispered into the minds of the other three. He grinned a bit, hearing that the kid, Billy, had used the song Harry had made for him at prom. That was cute. Some of your best work, he then added privately to his husband. He didn’t want to take away from the moment of Harry and Eva meeting with their adoring fans. He knew how much joy his husband took from things like these - and while Davie wasn’t as shy as Valerie, the spotlight didn’t suit him the way it did Harry. His husband was absolutely dazzling.
“Thank you!!” Gideon gushed, staring at Eva’s signature on the sword. She was going to have to find a way to make that permanent. Or maybe just take a selfie with it like that. Or maybe the ghost inside her sword would do her a solid and make sure that it stayed. “This is so incredibly rad. You’re so incredibly rad. Can I take a picture with you? My ex-girlfriend is going to be so fucking jealous.”
Wiccan, of course, gasped as Harry knew him. Or, well, knew his mother. Sometimes he forgot that his mother was famous - to him, she was just a mom. “Yes, she’s my - I’m her - yes!” He was completely flustered. “Can I take a picture with you, and then I can conjure up a print of that picture, and you could sign that? Or you could sign my face? Whichever is easier!” he gushed.
”Ohh, I love making an ex jealous,” Eva said, laughing. She even had a song about it, another about watching an ex burn their life around themselves post break up. She had a lot of songs about messy relationships. Considering how long she had been with her wife, that was sort of funny these days. Eva took off her sunglasses so her face was fully visible for the photo. Careful of the sword she leaned in so Gideon could take a photo.
Harry couldn't help but chuckled at the completely exasperated teen. ”Couldn't you conjure a Polaroid then? Might be easier than conjuring a selfie taken with a phone.” He replied as he uncapped his marker, holding Billy's chin with one hand as he gently tilted it to make it easier to sign his cheek. His marker glided effortlessly across the cheek as he spoke. ”This way your selfie can have my signature in it as well, and of course I can sign the photo too.”
Gideon did not remove her glasses, as she took out her phone - a little awkwardly, the sword did require two hands - and snapped a selfie with Eva. She had a light sensitivity issue, the actual reason that she wore them indoors - that and she looked cool as hell doing it. Only cool people wore shades inside. Case in point, Eva fucking Moore wore shades indoors. “Sick, thank you!! And yeah, this is gonna make her so mad, she’s going to pop a vein or something,” she cackled. And if a certain brunette happened to see the photo on SuperLink and give it a like… Well, that would be good too.
“Oh! Yeah! Retro! That’s such a good idea!” Billy almost hyperventilated as Harry touched his chin, tilting his face back a bit to sign. He couldn’t believe this was really happening!! Was he dreaming? Had he manifested this by accident with his powers? “You’re really supposed to be here, right? Like I didn’t make this happen?”
Location: Home <3
Skills: Enhanced Reflexes (Passive)
Magneto was waiting for her, once she had finished washing up. Even with the Louisiana heat, he found a hot cup of tea to be one of life’s few simple pleasures. Of course, his small home did have air conditioning - a must for a man of his advanced age. With a guided wave of his hand, a tray floated from the kitchen into the sitting room, laden with two small china cups, a teapot and cozy, and some biscuits he kept on hand for just such an occasion. There was a small television set in the corner, but the room was largely dominated by old black and white photographs, a record player, and shelves upon shelves of books. “How do you take your tea these days?” he asked.
”Sweet and strongly caffeinated.” She was still addicted to caffeine. Even though she did her best to get full nights of sleep these days. Maybe Andy had damaged herself by drinking so much caffeine that she could sleep through a dose that would kill others.
Andy sat down across from him. Her face was clean of any makeup. It was in her suitcase, which she had left in Max’s front yard. Hopefully, he had brought it in. If not, well hopefully it was still there when she left the house to go over there. She’d live with almost everything in the suitcase being stolen, but not the jacket. Even if Max conjured it back it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be the jacket that Ash had given her.
”How detailed do you want me to be about stuff since I got to this time?” There were things she definitely wanted to tell him. Some stuff would be fine to glaze over. But she also wanted to be honest. She wanted to start this relationship fresh. The nervousness and worry was still there, but it wasn’t as prevalent as it had been on Genosha. The pervasive fear that had lived in her bones seemed subdued. Even with the new worry that was clawing at her. She did not have the look of the kicked puppy that she had on Genosha.
Magneto nodded, pouring her a cup of tea and preparing it as to her liking. He wasn’t going to offer a comment on her overindulgence in caffeine - there were worse vices to have. And after all she had been through, she had more than earned a vice or two. Should she cause any damage to herself, it was nothing that James could not fix - a fact that he took great solace in. He set down the cup in front of her, before preparing one for himself.
“Andy, my dear - every detail that you are willing to share, I would like to hear.”
Andy nodded, ”Alright. Well the first thing we did was went to Zari’s world. I met her parents. That was a bit awkward. Her dad is a god of lies. He was able to tell that I was only there because Zari asked me and I didn’t have any ill intent. Once he got over the protective dad thing they helped me get an identity here.”
She smiled and pulled her wallet out of her pocket and handed over the ID in there. It wasn’t a driver’s license as she couldn’t drive, but it was a state ID. Andy had been through a lot of names. She even still had her fake ID for Andrea Elliot that Ash had gotten for her, it was extremely expired and she didn’t keep it in her wallet. Andy had been born with a name she had never bothered to get from Selene. She had been given a name from the foster system - Andy Lee Phillips. And then after the Drummonds died she took their name and became Andy Lee Drummond. On Genosha she had become just Andy, or Thundering Champion. Now though she had taken Magneto’s last name and hyphenated it with Selene’s. She kept the Drummond name as those two years were as like a family as she had ever had.
He studied the ID for a moment, a tiny smile breaking out on his lips. Erik Lensherr was a name he had assumed so long it was like a second skin - to see Andy using that surname filled him with a painful warmth. He had taken the name for his wife, for Magda, almost a century ago - disguising himself as one of her people, to conceal his heritage, his origins. Not that he considered Max Eisenhardt to be his true name any longer - it was closer than Erik to the truth, yet still eluding it, still missing the mark. His name was Magneto, now and forever. “A fine choice,” he said, “although I am somewhat surprised by the inclusion of Selene, my child.”
Andy smiled brightly, pleased he approved of the name choice. There wasn’t much of a choice in changing it again so she was thankful for that. ”Ah, well she realized I was taking your name and got jealous,” Andy explained. ”See the box that we imprisoned her in, changed. It became a doll and she can talk and interact with the world a little bit. I had a cat carrier bag I kept her in. Right now Max has her.” That was a relief. Even with the curse Selene had thrown at her she still felt lighter than she had in months.
“It became… a doll,” Magneto repeated, his tone filled with disbelief - not disbelief in what she was saying, but rather in the fundamental rules and structures of reality. At least Max was now guarding Selene - Magneto had faith in Andy’s abilities, but she was still just a child forced into a role that many adults would fail to cope with. “I see.”
Andy nodded. She could explain that later if needed. Though she didn’t really know the answers. Max would probably be better to ask than her.
”After all that we went to Avengers Academy for school. Her parents thought it would be good for her and she has a friend there. I thought it would be a good idea to join her too. I’ve not had the best formal education. I also did want to learn how to work in a team. We didn’t have a lot of time for that.” She frowned a little. ”Things went okay, sort of. The first day was kind of a mess.” She sighed. ”But I’ve forgiven the people who made that day bad. Let it go. We are friends now actually. I have a lot of friends now. It’s nice. Up until I met Zari I hadn’t had anyone my age that was a friend. Now I have a bunch.”
”School itself has been...difficult. I think something is sort of wrong with me and my ability to read. I always thought I was stupid. But a friend lent me these books and in the books the kids have something called dyslexia. That sort of matches what I experience when I read. It takes me forever to get through stuff. So I think adding that issue on top of not a whole lot of formal education, and what education I’ve had was sporadic, has just made it hard for me to learn.” Andy sighed and shrugged.
”Something else to worry about I guess. Anyway, just before Thanksgiving break there was an incident. We were all training really hard for the Contest and this kid on Zari’s team. Ed, or Arcade, he had set up these uh, tanks that the school has called the Framework and invited our three teams to go in and train in a simulation he had set up. However, he actually was using the whole thing as a ruse to start his path to supervillainy or something.
We get into the simulation and Zari isn’t there. He didn’t let her in, instead dosed her up and tried to kill her. He told us that if we died in the game we died in real life too. We had to play the games to survive, but there was no end to it. Eventually I was killed in the game. But the girl, Ardere, who was helping him, dragged me away. She touched my skin. I...” Andy took a deep breath. ”I killed her. Ate her soul and brought myself back to life.”
She didn’t feel bad about it, and she didn’t expect Magneto to judge her for it. It was just another body in her past, another person she hadn’t had a choice to do anything but kill. Andy didn’t know how many people she had killed. Had lost count in between the fire at the Drummonds and the fall of Genosha. A dozen or so between Purifiers and SHIELD agents alone (though the latter of the two were not her fault directly).
He frowned. There was a lot that he wanted to touch on - beginning with the fact that she had been murdered (even now, it seemed mutant children could not simply be children, a truth that made his blood boil, and the metal furnishings in the house shake ever so slightly) and ending with her description of herself as stupid (she was not. None of his children were - except for perhaps the speedster). At least she was making friends - he remembered how lonely she seemed on Genosha, even with her friend’s company. He did note how that friend was not here - but as to why, he could only guess.
“You are not stupid, Andy,” he reminded her somewhat sharply. “You are a child, one who has been robbed of the opportunities human children take for granted. You have survived for nearly eighteen years in a world that hates and fears you. You have lived when so many others have been slain. Perhaps you cannot see your own intelligence yet, but I do. And I will not stand for a child of mine to think of herself as lesser in my home.”
“As for this… Arcade… I should hope you killed him, if not, there is nowhere he can hide where I cannot find him.”
”Thank you.” She appreciated his reassurances. It was something she had not had a lot of in her life, and he made really good points. She had slipped through so many cracks. The fact that she was alive was surprising. ”As for Arcade, I don’t know exactly what happened, but he became contrite after. Part of the group was ready to kill him, and I would have if I had been left alone with him. Drained him of his life with no mercy.
However, Zari and I fought one of the teachers, Usagi, who was also working with Arcade. Then went up and fought Arcade. But we failed to save the others. He hit a button and they all died horribly in the game. So Zari reset the timeline. We went back and tried again. This time we were able to save everyone.
Then the Avengers showed up. They sent us all home, and took him. I don’t know where. I didn’t know you were here. I went with Zari back to her world. We spent Thanksgiving break there.” She paused. Should she tell him about her sleepwalking? She took a sip of her tea. The sweetness rolling over her tongue. It was good tea.
”While there, the last night we were there, I killed someone else. But this was different. I did it in my sleep. I don’t know what happened. I’m a little worried I’ll do it again. I don’t trust that it can’t happen again.” There was other stuff that happened. Little things, but a lot of it was parts of other people’s stories. Things like what happened with Leah.
”After that Dorian told me he found a picture of Zari and I on Genosha. I told him the truth and we planned to surprise his parents. He did not tell me you were his dang neighbor.”
She smiled and shook her head. Andy also wanted to unpack some of her feelings about Zari. She knew Magneto didn’t care for her. Andy had also come to realize that even if Zari did love her back it wasn’t in the same way that Andy loved her. It was time to let that relationship change. They’d be better as friends. She didn’t see a future for them as lovers. Andy wanted someone to give as much as she did. She wanted a relationship that was more than just friends. Even if a part of her was scared that it’d burn like everything else had. She couldn’t keep hiding from relationships. She needed connection with people and the relationship with Zari wasn’t what she needed. Not anymore. So it had to change. Had to match what it really was, which was good friends. Friends that had been through a whole shit ton together, but not lovers.
He then considered the next portion of her tale - the sleepwalking in particular was alarming to him. He knew many mutants who had had their autonomy stolen from them, who had been forced to wonder if they were responsible for the sins they had committed. Magneto took some solace in the fact that every death he had caused, the choice had been his own. But he did not think Andy to be one to make that choice so lightly. “Andy… When we are done speaking, would you humor an old man and allow James to take a look at you?” He wanted the warlock’s consultation as well - he was vaguely aware that Max had a means of revealing the truth. Perhaps they could glean what was responsible for her sleepwalking.
He then shook his head at the revelation that young Dorian Gray had not shared his location with Andy - “It’s the chattering one’s influence,” he dismissed. “There is too much of Casper in those boys.”
Andy snorted. ”Yeah, if I hadn't learned early on that Casper and Max were involved in raising them I would have figured it out on my own quickly I think. I’m glad that we were able to make a friendship. Even before they knew who I was. It was funny actually. One of the first times Dorian and I were hanging out he told me all about Genosha and how his parents had been involved. He told me that they had looked for me and he didn’t even know it was me. I was too scared to tell him the truth though. Later when he found the photo and showed me, he was afraid I’d be mad at him. Really I was afraid they’d all be mad at me.
As for James taking a look at me, I am alright with that. I like James. He was very kind to me when I first met him and the MU.” She remembered accidentally wandering into his room, the room of the guy who had died at the college. The two were roommates, and James hadn’t been told yet. Andy hadn’t had it in her to tell him the truth. He had no idea who she was but he had been so sweet. He let her stay there in the quiet until things settled and she was put in a trio room with Stareyes and Zari. At the time she hadn’t liked Zari much. She had thought Zari was insane. Andy had realized how mean she had been and felt bad about it and apologized. She also had promised that if Zari needed any help she would be there for her.
“Mm, Maximilian is far more palatable these days,” Magneto admitted. “His ambition has finally grown into his power - and his diction has certainly improved as well.” He nodded though, pleased that she was agreeing to have James take a look over her - even if the sleepwalking was not due to some outside influence, it would bring him some comfort to know that his child was well, and that she was not suffering from some unseen malady. “I understand why you were afraid that they - that we would be angry. You are grounded, as I previously said. But it is not anger I feel, Andy, my dear. It is relief - relief that you are home, that you are safe, and that you are happy.”
Andy smiled. She was thankful. Happy. Even if there was an aching fear that wasn’t going away. ”I am happy. Thankful to be back. I’m glad no one is mad. I accept being grounded. That’s fair.” She sipped her cooling tea. She had talked a lot. More than she had for a long time before coming to Avengers Academy.
”What about you? What have you been doing? How did the world become...so welcoming?” She frowned. ”I found it kind of unbelievable when we came to the future and there were just schools for mutants. For a while I was afraid the other shoe would drop and it’d be some sort of trap.”
Magneto paused for a moment. It was a question he had asked himself many times - one that plagued him on a sleepless night, wondering when the other shoe would drop - when mutants would be led into the gas chambers, and the horrors of his childhood would be repeated once more. He wanted to believe that history was on the trajectory of progress, he wanted to believe that they were safe. And yet… if he truly believed that, he would not still cling to life. He would not be here, waiting for the humans to show their true natures once more.
He allowed the Kingston-Grays to keep him alive, so far beyond his allotted lifespan, because he feared that mutants still needed him - that they still needed Magneto.
“I have done what I always have done,” he said finally, holding a steady gaze. “I have been the monster the humans fear, the nightmare lurking in the dark. The world may have changed, Andy. I do not believe the humans have. The moment that they return to their ways - the moment that they come for us - I will be ready. And for every drop of mutant blood they spill, I will answer with theirs.”
She wasn’t alone in not trusting this. A part of her was worried she had missed some massive brainwashing that had happened or something equally bizarre. The universe didn’t seem to be afraid of bizarre situations. Andy nodded.
”I don’t think I could deal with it going back to what it was.” She looked down at her tea. ”The world was so terrifying and seemed to want to drain any joy from me. From the day I realized I was a mutant I knew my life was in danger. That I’d constantly be one step from a horrible fate.” Andy hadn’t talked about her childhood much with anyone. The Drummonds had been the last ones she had really told everything to. Not even Dr. Whitehall or Zari knew everything. She didn’t think Zari would even understand. Her worldview was so skewed. Andy decided now wasn’t the time to get into it all. No one needed to hear it all. Maybe someday she’d tell Dr. Whitehall, it was different with a professional. Telling family took time. It had taken Andy months to tell the Drummonds everything.
”On Genosha, I was afraid it’d fall apart like everything else. I wanted it to work out. God, I wanted it to be home. I was starting to feel like it was. But my experience has always been once I start to trust a place is when it falls apart. Every foster home, the Drummonds, then Genosha. It’s been a pattern since as long as I can remember. So even if I thought that things were real here, that whatever had changed over the last almost two decades had been enough, there is this constant fear bubbling in the back of me that tells me I can’t trust it. I think that’s why I’m doing the Contest. It is why I am making sure I’m capable. I say it’s just so I know I’ll be able to keep Selene contained for as long as possible, but it is also because I know there will come a day when I have to fight for my life again.
I’m not afraid to take lives. Not anymore. Not since the Purifiers took the Drummonds from me. Part of me felt a little bad. But in the end I choose to kill because they chose it first. That’s why I don’t feel guilty about the girl and I wouldn’t have felt bad about Arcade. They chose to kill first. I will not allow myself or those I care about to die at the hands of another. Never again.”
“Never again,” Magneto repeated, setting down his tea and placing a comforting hand on Andy’s shoulder. “We will not allow this place to suffer the same fate as Genosha,” he swore. “Within the confines of the French Quarter, mutants are safe. It may not be an island, but it is a home. And when the time comes… You and I will be ready. You have made your father proud, Andy, my dear.”
Location: Camp Half-Blood (Arena)
Skill:
Skill:
Andy shifted from one foot to the other. She hated this. Hated the calm before the storm of a fight. She'd rather just get into it. But they had to plan. Gather resources and travel.
"The ship will fit through the doors?" She wasn't sure how big the doors were, but it seemed wild to imagine a set of doors that the Argo III could fit through.
Stella showed up with Arbor, followed on her heels close. Chcolate ran over to Arbor, and she went to Stella.
"You just missed Thanatos. He was here. He told us where the doors are and that they'll be there until we can get to them. It was a big deal. Soon, they'd all go into Tartarus to find their lost friends.
Location: Arena
Skills:
Niah couldn't hide her expression of surprise when Nancy hugged Demi. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened slightly. Sure, there had been some resolution between them all, but Nancy hugging him had not been something she would have guessed would ever happen.
Niah smiled. Yes, she had taken away her friends' free will by using her power on them, but it had positive repercussions. It wasn't something she would do again unless her hand was forced like it had been. She was just happy that it was alright.
She focused her attention back on what was going on with Thanatos. His answers were reassuring, though she wished they could ask him a couple more questions. Like if he knew how far from the doors Mads and the Greek girl were.
Mandy Mason
Location: Home -> Car
Skills: N/A
"Yes," she agreed she was ready. Quickly she loaded the car with her suitcase, vet tech bag, and the supplies for the kitten. She looked at the plume of smoke that Hermes pointed out. "Thank you," she told him. Relieved that he was there and could help them.
Mandy hopped into the driver's seat and started driving. Following the route and instructions that Hermes provided. She was nervous and drove cautiously. Probably slower than she should, but considering how many people had been out and about earlier, well she didn't want to press her luck now. She wished they had left earlier. That instead of taking Hannah home they had left then. But she was glad that Hannah had been delivered safe.
"Will Hannah be okay?" she asked a bit worried about the girl.
Location: School -> KG Residence Front Yard -> Home <3
Skills: Enhanced Reflexes (Passive)
Dorian was upset about someone being dead. She didn’t know who he was talking about though. She frowned considering asking him. Mads asked who Selene was, ”My mother. It’s very complicated.” She gestured to the hissing cat bag. ”They don’t like each other.” They seemed to encompass all of the Kingston-Gray household and the hissing bag. It was, of course, a massive understatement.
Andy winced at the curse her mother sent her way. Would it stick? Was this something that would haunt her? Part of her shrugged it off, how was that any different than how her life had gone so far? Another part wanted to take it back. Leave her in the room. She hated this. But damn she needed some air. Needed just a bit of time where she didn't feel like she was drowning in a responsibility that she was not prepared for. Even if it was only three days of the contest.
”I missed you Waffle God. And I’m only addicted to caffeine.” Andy smiled, trying to look unaffected, and shook her head. Casper had been such a strange person when Andy first met him, but he made more sense and seemed less like a dangerous homeless man who wandered into the base. Relief had passed through Andy when Max created the portal and Selene vanished through it.
Selene was taken care of, no matter how short of a time period, where Andy didn’t have to worry about her. That was a huge weight off of her shoulders, even if she knew someday it would come back to haunt her. She only carried her suitcase, which was packed tight. Mostly because she always traveled with her pillow. Sure, if she had left it at the school it would have appeared for her before she went to sleep, but it felt better to carry it. The pillow had been a sweet gift. Also in the suitcase was her jacket. She instead wore a school hoodie. The jacket wasn’t safe to wear around Danni and Dorian. They were too likely to hug her randomly and she’d feel bad if the metal bits hurt them. She had considered the jacket armor against the world for so long. Taking it off felt like exposing herself to the world.
Andy finally stepped through the portal to Max’s property. There was a wave of disorientation as she did. It wasn’t the first time she had used one of his portals, but it had been a long time. She remembered the first time was from a collapsed Morlock tunnel to safety. It was sort of nostalgic. A lot of this was painfully nostalgic. It was also so different. Max looked different. The others didn’t as much, she couldn’t say for Ben as she hadn’t learned his face like she had the others. But James looked basically the same. It was weird.
She looked around the property taking it in. The place was big, and while she couldn’t see the magic of it, she felt it brushing it up against her. Two painted ladies next to each other with a covered hallway connecting them. It reminded her of San Francisco. Other than the date with Zari she hadn’t been there in so long. Not since she was fourteen, just before she was shipped to Northwood. She had loved San Francisco. She had lived and learned on those streets. It seemed so long ago, not just in linear time, but personal time. She smiled looking at the house. Thankful the memories didn’t hurt.
Next to the Kingston-Gray house, there stood another home - two stories, freshly painted, with a covered porch that was ideal for lounging on in the early evening hours, perhaps even sipping on a mojito. Of course, the owner of the home rarely consumed openly outside, out of sensitivity to his neighbors. He had no intention of having any part in another relapse for the young man who lived next door, even tangentially. So today, he was sitting on his wicker chair, a glass of lemonade floating by his side on a metal tray, the pieces on the chess board in front of him seemingly moving on their own.
Hearing the noise, he turned his attention away from the game - he played against himself quite regularly, he found it was good practice - and glanced over at the Kingston-Gray property. The sight he saw caused the lemonade to crash, smashing on the porch, and the chess pieces slid off the board all at once.
She looked just like the day he’d lost her. “…Andy? Is that truly you, my dear?”
Andy heard her name. She frowned looking around the group, it hadn’t been any of them. She looked in the direction the voice had come. A familiar voice. She dropped her bag. One of the many people she hadn’t said goodbye to when she left. Magneto. He had adopted her, he had protected her and she had left. Everyone had always left her, until Magneto. She had left him.
”Max, Zari, I’m going next door.” She said, before running over to the other yard. She didn’t even notice if Max noticed, he was pretty good about paying attention though. She trusted he had. Andy didn’t expect that Zari would follow her. Magneto and Zari had gotten into a pretty big verbal fight during the last days of Genosha. Zari was not welcome in Magneto’s home. Andy stopped short at the steps of the porch. He had said she would always be welcome. Was that still true? Andy had followed Zari, not just out of the house that day, but into the future.
”I...” She paused and took a deep breath, remembering once he had told her if she were to start a sentence she must finish it. ”I am here. I am sorry. I should have told you. But, Zari asked me to join her and I just did without saying anything.” She should have tried to reach out after arriving in this time too. But she hadn’t. She hadn’t known where to start or if he was still alive. He had to be over one hundred now.
Magneto, the Master of Magnetism, rose to his feet. He was silent for a moment, just staring at his daughter, before he descended from the porch, pulling her into a hug. Tears threatened to pool from the corners of his eyes. “You’re alive,” he said, his voice weary with over a century of grief, of pain. He had mourned her. He had searched for her. And his efforts had failed him. He had held out hope, but there had been so little remaining in him. His other children - Wanda, Lorna, the other one - were safe, they were alive. Andy had been a mystery to him, a phantom still lingering on the poisoned rock of Genosha. “You are grounded,” he then added, pulling away. “But for now, I must insist that you join me for tea. I’ve missed you dearly.”
Andy hugged him back. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She laughed though as he grounded her. She had missed him too. She had missed him so much that it hurt. Andy hadn’t even realized how much it hurt. She had thought that the little time they had shared on Genosha hadn’t been so much that she’d feel this way. Now that she was faced with it though she felt so much guilt and sorrow.
”I time traveled.” she told him. The day Zari and him had fought she had told him that she was a reality hoping time traveling Asgardian. It had been a very stressful time for Andy. She had been so scared and unsure of herself. Andy let the hug go reluctantly. She remembered how she had been jealous when he had fought for Polaris. She remembered how he had fought for her.
”Yeah,” She glanced over at Max's property. ”I'm here for the Contest. So I'm in town for a few days. They can wait.” She smiled. She may have forever, but he wouldn’t. That thought settled into her and she hated her mother. Hated that this reunion was now poisoned. Happiness would always have fear lurking behind it. Andy had hoped she had found a way past that. That she had been putting herself back together, instead, she felt like she was falling apart again.
“The Contest of Champions?” Magneto raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t particularly interested in watching those things - however, he had heard about it from the Kingston-Grays in passing before. Ben had a regular appointment to play chess with him, James kept him from crumbling into a pile of bones, Max was the closest thing he had to a son, and Casper was also present. “Is that not beneath one of the saviors of Genosha?” he asked, shaking his head slightly. “I suppose your grounding will have to start after the contest concludes, then. And your grounding includes no further time traveling - for now.”
”Well I never got that Island Defense team started. Had to learn how to fight in a group somehow.” She smiled and nodded. ”Yeah I am tired of it. There was an incident at school that required a ten-minute jump back. I'll have to tell you the whole story. It's only been months for me, but a lot has happened.” Andy looked happy. A facade she built.
He smiled sadly for a moment. Years ago, he thought ensuring mutant children knew how to fight was the most important thing. Perhaps he had grown soft in his old age - perhaps it was weakness - but now, all he wanted was for mutant children to be able to be children. He had seen generations of them rise and fall in combat, and Magneto would gladly raze an entire universe to see that never happen again. He would fight every battle, so the children never would.
With a wave of his hand, the front door opened. “Come. I want to hear every word,” he said, before walking inside. “I suppose I should show you your room. Maximilian helped to prepare it.”
”Really? You kept a room for me?” Andy's heart hurt for a moment. Someone had cared about her that much. Considered her family for so long even though she hadn't been there. The tears that hadn't fallen did now. ”No one ever cared enough before.”
Andy had lived in foster homes her whole life. She had never felt like she had a home before. Only living with the Drummonds had given her that before Magneto had taken her in. She followed him inside. Wiping at her tears. She'd have to fix her make-up later. It hurt so much to think he had done that and she had left him. Hurt even more knowing what Selene had just said. Selene was powerful, if she had cursed Andy, was she bringing that down upon Magneto now? Would anyone she let in die horribly? Maybe it was time to talk to Dr. Whitehall about Selene. Tell her everything. She hadn’t wanted to. Had not been ready to talk about Selene to anyone who wasn’t already in the know.
He nodded. “Of course. I gave you my word - you always have a place here, Andy, my dear,” he explained. Magneto made his way up the stairs, a little stiffly - his knees weren’t what they used to be, even with regular healing top-offs. Not that he minded. It was a privilege to age. One that had not been afforded to so many who were near and dear to him. And it was for his children, for mutant children all across the globe, that he continued on. Gone were the days where he twirled nukes around his finger, boasting of global domination and the subjugation of humanity - but he stood ready, ready to meet whatever threat mutantkind was destined to face. “If it is not to your liking, I’m sure Maximilian can conjure up some alternatives,” he added, before opening a door with a wooden A hanging on it.
Inside, there was the room for a stereotypical punk girl from the early 2000s - posters on the walls, a well made bed, a stereo system, and even a small punching bag, tucked neatly into a corner.
”Thank you. I don't know if you learned about my past before I met the MU and came to Genosha. But I haven't had my own room often.” She told him before the door opened. She had no idea what to expect in the room. Max had done a good job of conjuring clothes that fit her vibe when he had a few times. So he probably had a good idea about her. But she didn't know what she would even want out of her own room.
The door opened and revealed the bedroom. It was perfect. Exactly what she wanted. She hadn't even known what she wanted but this was perfect. One poster in particular caught her attention. It was an old fight poster of hers. It hadn’t been her last fight, but it had been a good one. She had won that fight. God she was crying a lot lately, she thought as more tears fell.
”It's perfect.” She laughed. ”This is basically what I would have made for myself.”
Magneto smiled, filling with pride at her acceptance of the room. He had set it up years ago - one for each of his children, for each of his daughters. All save for Anya, the one he had lost. Andy looked so much like her at times. “There’s no need for tears,” he chided softly, before pulling his child into another embrace. “But let them fall. You’re safe. You’re home.”
Safe. Home.
Would it be? Or had her mother’s curse doomed even this?
Andy held onto Magneto tightly. She cried. More tears than she thought she had. There was so much to cry about that she hadn't had the chance to, not with someone she fully trusted. Her tears with Dorian had been nothing to what fell now. Everything since her last Christmas came tumbling out in those tears. She had been so stressed and scared for so long. Been teetering on a knife edge just trying to survive.
Coming to the future she had started building a life. It had been so hard though. She had been fretting about so many things and this reunion had been one of those things weighing on her. She had been so scared. And she felt safe. She felt loved. She felt protected. None of those things had been in her life for so long. And every time she thought she had, something had gone wrong. A voice in the back of Andy’s mind started eating at her, this too would fall.
Why had she left this? She could have had a father for the last seventeen years. A home.
After what felt like hours, but was likely only a couple of minutes. Andy took a deep breath centering herself. She pulled back from Magneto's embrace but still held onto him. ”Thank you. I haven't felt safe in a very long time.” Had she ever felt safe? Would she find any place that was safety disintegrating around her as it always had? Was there no rebuilding a life ever again?
”When I was five the family I was living with got pregnant and put me back in the system. I thought that family was mine until they gave me up. I have had one other family and home between them and you. No one between them and the Drummonds ever held a space for me. I stopped trusting that people would. I was so scared when Genosha fell. I didn't think. I leaped. That might have been the wrong choice but I can't undo it. But thank you for holding a space for me.” Her voice quivered and broke.
“Oh child,” Magneto murmured, before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. It broke his heart to hear all of this, for someone so young to have suffered so much. It wasn’t right. But there was nothing he could do to change what had happened - all he could do was be there for her now, in whatever capacity he could. She was still just a child. And how could he blame her for how she reacted when Genosha fell? Even now, it still plagued his nightmares, the trauma of his youth mixing in with Selene’s horrors.
“You are too young for regrets,” he counseled. “I gave you my word, and I will give it again. You will always have a place here. It does not matter what you have done. It does not matter who you become. You are my child, and I will always be here.” He wasn’t one to exchange I-love-yous. This was how he said it.
Andy had to take a few centering breaths to not break out in fresh tears. That was all she ever wanted was someone to just be her family. Her relationship with Selene was so complicated. But here she had safety and a home and no judgment. How long would it last? She’d hold onto it with everything she had. She would not let this go.
”Thank you.” She managed to get out, sniffling. ”I need to wash my face. And then let's have tea.” She missed tea time with him. It was nice on Genosha. Despite the awkward stumbling between Zari and him. She loved that time. It meant a lot to her looking back. She didn’t want to leave him again. She couldn’t.
Mandy Mason
Location: Home
Skills: N/A
Mandy grabbed her packed suitcase and Vet Tech bag. Both would be useful. She re-joined Hermes in the kitchen. He let her know that he had found ways out of town.
"Thank you. I'll play the radio in the car if you can listen to it for updates." Mandy was scared of the fact that she wouldn't be able to hear the updates. She wouldn't know. She was thankful she and her cousin had connected so they were here today. Without him, they'd probably be doomed.
"As soon as Mom and Dad are down here, we'll go out to the car together." She grabbed the tin of cookies from their neighbor. They didn't have room in the car for her too. She felt bad. They couldn't help everyone. They would have to be just the family.
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