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X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Yess! Prophesy and the Prophet. It could be a tv show!

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@BlueSky44: On day 5

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@BlueSky44: On day 5. Waiting on you before I can update ^^

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@FantasyChic If he was my character, I so would. (But he is sadly Pundii's :P ). But god, I can just picture the two of them bonding over it lol

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Allison and Liam need to discuss visions over drinks lol @FantasyChic

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

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October Crypt

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Interacting With: @Nallore Carolina and Cassandra Reed, Bonnie Chase
Location: Quinjet

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Cassandra's questions were direct and straight to the point, but October had no intention of being honest with them. She was a secretive person by nature and they hadn't earned her trust. Organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D. were easily corrupted and individuals with more dramatic deviances, like Carolina and herself, were easily made into scapegoats, targeted and persecuted. While Carolina Reed had earned October's trust and friendship, Cassandra hardly had. October felt her hands rise another degree or so in temperature, still holding onto that box.

Fortunately, she hoped that any readings the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were getting from the heat could be explained away as residual from the 0-8-4 itself. It felt ridiculous to her, reducing such a beautiful anomaly to numbers felt almost criminal. Not everything remarkable in the world could be catalogued and labeled--and in October's opinion, nothing at all should be. "Of course," October replied, setting the box inside of the miniature containment unit. Once her hands were free, Bonnie shut the unit remotely, the panel sliding back into the wall.

"Yes, we were out adventuring," October explained. "The woods in Saranac Lake are quite lovely. I've heard tales of women in white venturing through the trees, their spirits never quite at rest...As for the box, we know as much as you do, Agent Reed. We are but seekers after knowledge, to quote Nietzsche." She smiled slightly, though her smile itself was unsettling.

Crypts hardly ever had comforting and warm smiles. It was practically a genetic trait. She clasped her hands behind her, careful not to touch any fabric. While her hands could stand the increasing temperature, she doubted the fabric would appreciate that. Too much of a rise and even without her hands being aflame, the fabric would begin to burn.

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Bonnie Chase

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Interacting With: @Nallore Carolina and Cassandra Reed, October Crypt
Location: Quinjet

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"Some interesting police reports coming in from the town, but nothing out of our jurisdiction," Bonnie replied, walking over to Cassandra with a tablet in her arms. She wore a laboratory coat over a blue turtleneck, with the S.H.I.E.L.D. insignia on the sleeve. Her hair was up and out of her eyes, with the exception of a few strands that had fallen out. The combat agents had already retreated to their own parts of the quinjet, allowing the scientific team a bit of space with the two teenage girls. "Coulson is sending a team down to investigate and assess. I'll then be filling out paperwork to add a bunch of enhanced individuals to the index."

There was a tone of displeasure in her voice at the last part, and she glanced down at the tablet, swiping through the reports to show Cassandra. 911 calls had spiked since Headmaster Faust unleashed the children on the town, with most of the reports detailing break-ins and assaults by children with remarkable abilities. "They aren't affiliated with any known mutant or inhuman groups," Bonnie added, finishing showing the reports to Cassandra. And while the woman wasn't a huge fan of enhanced individuals, she never was unfair towards them. She didn't act out of spite unless given a good reason to. Only one enhanced individual ever had.

"Girls, I'm Agent Chase," Bonnie introduced herself, extending a hand.

October didn't shake, instead nodding in reply to the woman. "My name's Toby." Bonnie couldn't help but notice that, finding it rather odd. It was perhaps as odd as finding two children in the woods with an 0-8-4 on the same night when a bunch of enhanced children were terrorizing a small town in New York. And of course, the pair were found near a reported arson, an event that had nearly killed a police officer.

"I'm going to need to collect blood samples from the pair of you and run an analysis once we return to the Zephyr. We'll also need to have you two undergo interviews in interrogation," Bonnie explained. "There have been a number of incidents tonight in Saranac Lake caused by enhanced teenagers. I'm sure you can understand our need to be thorough and the precarious position we found you two in."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic@BlueSky44

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December 28th, 1929 - Coventry Horrors, Attic

Andromeda's eyes widened slightly at Eudora's boast. She hadn't been asking for Eudora to put the blade down, with thing referring to the demon, but she still couldn't help but be impressed. Not much was known about the survivors of the Altsoba massacre. They tended to be quiet, keep their identities secret. It was understandable and O.M.E.N. tended to help them vanish as well. To be standing in the presence of the woman who killed the antichrist, well...Andromeda felt a bit out of her league.

"The devil's son?" Fairfax inquired, his eyes widening as well. Only Folly seemed to hardly care, shrugging as if anyone could kill the antichrist these days. But perhaps, it was more that while the others had underestimated Eudora, Folly recognized a powerful witch when she saw one. She knew that witches were always more than they appeared to be.

Folly chuckled slightly at Eudora's comment about the floor. "The wardrobe doesn't work like a doorway," Folly explained, with Fairfax beginning to pay close attention to her words. She never spoke too much of how the wardrobe worked, determined to keep Fairfax from using it for one reason or another. He never could get a straight answer out of the girl.

"It'll always change your time, but only sometimes your location," Folly said, before eyeing the wardrobe door. "It isn't even always a wardrobe. If we go through, there's no telling where we'll come out. I've found three different locations so far, but there could be more...All are in Coventry and not too far from the circus grounds."

"Let's all go together," Andromeda suggested. "Hold hands, so that way no one ends up leaving at a different spot...I do wonder if there's a reason why most of us turned up here in the attic...Is there a probability, perhaps, that dictates the end result?"

December 28th, 2016 - Cirque Anomaly, Main Tent

The ringmaster looked visibly relieved as he saw the twist in Lilith's act, clapping excitedly as if she had already won him over. A few of the other performers gave him a bit of a look, a bit dismayed by the lack of faith the man had in all of them. They weren't all as messed up as the Valeska family, after all. Boris seemed entranced by the act as well, his hand clenched tightly on the handle of his knife. He had practically forgotten Thalia, giggling to himself like a little kid.

"Three death cards," Boris muttered, before practically clicking his heels together and jumping into the air. It might have been insanity and madness, his words, but they were unsettling to say the least--as if the man knew something no one else did. But after everything that had happened...would that really be so hard to believe, that another death would happen before the performance that night?

"Who do you think it'll be, Little Dragon?" Boris cackled, eyeing Thalia. "Lilith or the nerd?"

Faust, the nerd, paled slightly at Lilith's description of the routine. It could have been nerves, understandable with such an act, but the nerves were odd. He kept glancing in Thalia's direction, for some reason, before settling himself in front of the target. Lilith could begin.

December 28th, 2016 - Coventry Horrors, First Floor

The ling rings three times, before the answering machine clicks. It's the standard message that Aloise leaves--an explanation that she is likely out on a case, she'll get to the call when she can, and to contact Liam Matthews if it is urgent. It's brief and to the point, succinct and clean...unlike their hotel room. While all of Liam's things are there, Aloise's items are almost all missing. Sure, her clothing and such is there -- but her weapons? All gone. It's a chaotic mess, as if someone left in a hurry.

And as Liam heads out the door and shuts it behind him, a note flutters to the ground. It had been taped to the back of the door, now joining the chaos of the room. Should he return to retrieve it, his name is written simply on the outside in Aloise's handwriting. Once more, it'll be at least fifteen minutes until he arrives in Salem, and the traffic is relatively clear for the moment.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Update is coming up now. ^^ I'll also be working on a post for Keenan/Hanson/Aloise that will come up at some point this round.

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

Édouard would be appalled :O No one can compare to the almighty Cabbage

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

That post has been moved to tonight. Overslept and been working on the house all morning.