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The Unfortunate Thirteen

Getting me post up today

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Some of you have still not entered in your skill rewards given about 4-5 months ago. The following people need to edit in skill rewards still:

@BlueSky44 - Marygold gained Genetics (General)
@BlackPanther - Combat First Aid (General)

As noted, these go under general skills. Please edit them in. Skill rewards may or may not be coming out again soon...

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Just need @Peridot and @BlackPanther to post before the carnage continues :D (I'm not excited what're you talking about...)

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Due to the forum glitching the past two days, everyone currently on day 5 or higher will receive a two day extension:

@Nallore: You get an extension
@Witch Cat: You get an extension

Everyone else is on normal counters

Strange New Waters - Concluded

Highest counter here is day 4 so no extensions will be given due to the guild crashing the past few days

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guinevere Stark

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Location: Brotherhood Headquarters - First Sublevel - New York, New York
{"They told me I couldn't so I did."}

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Guin was completely livid when she heard Pietro's confused and hesitant response on the other end of the line. At the same time, she couldn't have been more relieved. She didn't understand how it seemed to be the actual Pietro on the other end - unless, of course, her prison persona had an illegal radio hidden somewhere. As Guin glanced down and saw that her uniform lacked pockets, she really hoped she didn't have one on her. That would've been just a little disgusting. "I just woke up in prison with no fucking clue what's going on," Guin replied.

"What do you mean you're in jail? Last I checked, you're still in the lab with the rest of us. How--?" Pietro paused. Guin strained her hearing and could pick out what seemed to be some muffled swears on the other end of the line. "I think you guys ran into my sister. Though how I'm talking to you right now is a really big mystery."

If he was physically there, she would've slapped him. Of course it didn't make sense that she had contacted him - but he was a speedster. Couldn't he just run over quickly, beat up his sister, and then get her out of this actual prison?! The longer she was in this place, the more stressed, anxious, and nervous she felt. It was everything she could do to keep from spiraling into a crying mess once more, just like when she had broken down in front of her "father."

"Okay, if that's the case, you need to be my guy in the chair and tell me how to get out of here," Guin said. She was trying to keep her voice even and calm - instead, her tone could be classified as grumpy at best.

"Uh, did you try hurting yourself? That generally works."

"I headbutted plexiglass and got a wicked concussion. Next idea," Guin said, without even missing a beat. She caught the guard giving her a dirty look and she flipped him the bird. Her stress was coming out in anger at the moment, but it easily could have been fear.

"Did you try walking out the front door? It's a nightmare, but it's still YOUR nightmare, you should have at least come control. Just walk on out, and punch anyone who tries to stop you."

Yeah, Pietro was incredibly helpful. She made a mental note to tell her father later that she was swearing off both S.H.I.E.L.D. and boys. She had been stuck inside a mental prison for what felt like hours and while Pietro was a speedster, his mind wasn't keeping up with hers. It only added to her annoyance. "It's a fucking jail, Pietro. They don't have doors. They have...bars and murderers and soap! And my dad is here riding my ass, too."

"Wow, that really is a nightmare...Look, just try and imagine that you have the keys that the guards have, then if you get them walk out the door. Or, you know, someone could just try to take out Wanda. But I'm a little busy at the moment, you called at a horrible time."

Guin's eye twitched at that last bit. She had called at a horrible time? He was a little busy? She knew herself well enough to know that she'd only manage to get out curse words to Pietro, so she hanged up the phone. She started to dial another number, only for the guard to snatch the phone from her and shove her roughly back to the visitation area. Tony was still there, ranting, without even missing a beat as she was forced down into a chair.

"Would you just shut up for a second?!" Guin snarled. "This isn't real. You're just a figment of my imagination, an annoying one at that. I have actual problems to deal with. My team is out there, probably getting destroyed by Scarlet Witch and Magneto's band of crazies, and I'm stuck here. This virus is going to be released in less than an hour and it'll decimate the world. If I don't get out of here in time, we're both dead - we're the squishy humans it's targeting. And I said shut up - I know you were about to rant again. I get my mouth from you, remember?"

Guin huffed for a moment. She stood up and kicked the chair over, feeling satisfied as it clattered to the ground. "And then there's the entire mystery of how in the world I called Pietro in here and he answered out there - he's got super speed, not telepathy. So unless you have anything useful to say about the above, you can just save it, okay, bub?"

She glanced back down at the chair. "What the hell are you doing? Guin? Guin!" Tony shouted, as he was finally able to get in a word. As Guin picked up the chair, she looked at her father with a mischievous grin. "Cheap trick and a cheesy one liner. It's the Stark family superpower." She then turned the chair so that way the legs were facing away from her and she rushed towards the guards covering the visitation exit, screaming at the top of her lungs:

"FOR NARNIA!!!!!!"

"Dear god, I wish I could say you were adopted."

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Lizzie Roswell

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Location: Brotherhood Headquarters - First Floor Hallway - New York, New York
{"You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain, Ayita."}

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Active Illusions: None

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Lizzie let out a strained giggle as she saw the arrow appear next to her face. She knew that she wasn't going to make it out of this alive - but it was fine. She had accepted it when her illusions failed and her hallucinogen seemed to do nothing against her attacker. She had joined the Brotherhood and would die fighting for its cause. It felt fitting. If she had to die so that way her mutant brothers and sisters could live, then so be it.

"You're not even a mutant," Lizzie taunted, coughing up blood. "You're...You're a beast! A mindless animal!" She had stopped fighting against the wolf. It wasn't because she had given up - it was that her body refused to move at this point. All she could do was lie there and spit nasty insults in order to hide the pain. Her attacker wasn't protecting anything - she was killing mindlessly, fighting for those who would kill her one day.

Lizzie didn't feel herself die. The pain must have ripped through her like fire. Or perhaps she was already too far gone, in far too much pain to notice. She didn't know if she died screaming or if she had been quiet at the end. She didn't --

Hello, everyone. It's me - Lizzie. And surprise, surprise, I'm dead. The only real shocker here is that it took this long for animal girl to lose her mind, right? Aaanyways...Yeah, looks like she's got a system full of me right now. That'll keep her down for the count. Here's a fun game we can play - while she's high, how many of her friends do you think she'll attack? Or maybe she'll just wander off into the woods and stay an animal forever?

If you ask me though, it's not that bad that I died. All of the X-Men have been wasting their time. They've spent so long just talking with Adder that they'll need to hurry in order to stop Magneto. But with their track record, I'm not holding my breath...Though, do the dead need to breathe when they're busy breaking the fourth wall? (And yes, Mr. Pool, that is "a fourth wallbreak inside a fourth wallbreak, which is, like, sixteen walls.")

Best of luck to you all. You're really going to need it. You're not going to like what comes next...

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico
Skills: Constitution

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Although her parents had never divorced, Cecily felt like the child of a spiritual divorce between Natasha and Caesar. Both of them had been doing their best to look out for her, within their own areas of expertise. She had made her decision though, leaving her to feel incredibly awkward and a little bit guilty as Natasha and Caesar's fight raged on. She understood Natasha's disgust with how Caesar decided to apologize - but she also sympathized a bit with Caesar. He was trying to make things right...he was just doing so in an awful way.

"Will do," Cecily replied once Natasha barged out. She didn't even know if she needed a moment and her mind was becoming indecisive all over again. She had made her choice - and yet, she was already wondering if she should have done something differently. She glanced down at her luggage, as if she would somehow find the answers in there, before she looked back up at Caesar. Biting her lip, Cecily looked around the room. Finding something to write with, she jotted down a simple note labeled with his name and set it aside. It read:

Caesar - for what it's worth, I think you're a good man. We all make mistakes. Just gotta learn from them, right? -C

Her conscience partially cleared, Cecily ensured she had the remainder of her things before heading down to meet Natasha and the taxi.

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Justice Asylum
Skills: Psychology (Iris), Acrobatics (Jaina)

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Jaina let out a mixture between a giggle and a scream as Risa popped the joint back into place. Her eyes were filled with life as she flexed her feet, enjoying the full range of motion that had been restored to them. She slid out into a split, clasping her feet with her hands. It was always good to stretch before the performance and after the warm up, after all~! She giggled a bit, winking at Risa as if the assassin had said something incredibly funny.

"₁Vrachi ne smeshnyye. V ikh golovakh net nichego smeshnogo. Vot pochemu oni tak starayutsya ukrast' vashe schast'ye - tak chto u nikh mogut byt' nekotoryye," Jaina explained. She bounced lightly in her split before pausing as she faced Risa. A certain strangeness went over her and something flickered in her eyes. The roar of the crowd, the lights, the chill of the night air, grasping, panicking, falling, screaming... Her eyes flickered towards Iris and then she put a smile on her face.

"I know where she is," Jaina boldly claimed. "I wrote it down and put it inside her head. You'll have to crack it open - crack, crack, crack - like an egg to get it out! Do you think doctors are better scrambled or sunny side up?" Jaina taunted.

Iris shook her head, letting out a sigh. This seemed to have been a mistake. It was impossible for her to get a read on her patient. And while Jaina had told the translator that she knew where Cynthia was - from Iris' perspective - Jaina hadn't revealed that information. Instead, it was more violently cheerful conversation. Looking towards Risa, Iris quickly continued in French. "₂Qu'est-ce que vous avez parlé de quand elle commence à parler en anglais?"

"Jaina, Cynthia could be in danger. You understand danger, right? She could," Iris hesitated, remembering a factoid from Jaina's file. She didn't understand death. "get very hurt and not be able to draw or paint or play anymore. If you could tell the translator or me where she is, we can make sure that doesn't happen."

"Translator?" Jaina asked, giggling. She winked at Risa and shook her head, sending her curls flying about in every direction until she stopped. "Her name is Risa! Shadow of the Night!" Jaina practically cheered. For the moment, her language choice was relatively settled on English. Though Jaina herself wasn't even quite sure why she had switched - she just had.

Translations

1 = Doctors aren't funny. There's nothing funny in their heads. That's why they try so hard to steal your happiness - so they can have some.
2 = What were you talking about when she started to speak in English?

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

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Dr. Pender and Dr. Townsley

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Location: Lady Luck: Table Main Room
Skills: None

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"I-I have a doctorate in engineering - pr-proficient in physical sciences, sensors, weapons en-eng, mechanics, c-communications, c-computers, explosives, stardrive engineering, e-e-electronic engineering, physics, ch-chemistry, and electronics," Fitz summarized for Jackie. He blushed a bit, realizing how pretentious the list of skills may have made him appear. But those were the skills he had acquired at the University of Osiris - the skills that he used as an engineer. And while he wasn't one to brag about himself intentionally, he was in the top of his class. Of course, he never was nearly as brilliant as his sister. She made him seem average by comparison.

"I also h-have a game with me...B-bought it at the toy store. It's vintage. It-it's called Clue..." Fitz added, as if that was another selling point. However, his words were directed to Jackie at all times. He wasn't applying for a job on Anisa's ship - he was letting his friend know just what he brought to the table, beyond stutters. At this point, Fitz wasn't even certain if he wanted to join Anisa's crew. He didn't know much of the situation that had been going down, but Anisa had pulled a gun on an employee. He hadn't experienced anything like that before and he didn't even know if that was normal.

Dorothy didn't spot Atticus anywhere, yet she found a distraction all the same. The intruder from before - the woman who had offered to help Daphne - was speaking to Anisa, pleading her case. She went onto their ship in search of information, then. The vessel was a stolen Alliance ship, allowing Dorothy to see some reason behind it. However, she still couldn't be sure if Mei was a person she could trust. While she respected those who turned over new leaves and whatnot, she didn't know anything about the stranger.

However, she was also keeping an eye on Anisa. Her behavior was becoming increasingly erratic. With the alcohol going through Anisa's system, she had already drawn a weapon on Daphne. Who's to say she'd have any qualms about putting a bullet in the intruder's head to wrap things up neatly? And the incessant cackling, ominous of a green haired clown from the Earth that Was, worried her. Jackson's death was hitting Anisa hard and Dorothy couldn't help but feel that she was watching Anisa spiral.

"That is her, Cap," Dorothy confirmed, her voice a bit hoarse. "She gave the barber and I the slip - impressive with a shot knee."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: in a TANK
Skills: None At This Time

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Beatrice was a bit surprised at Gavin's comparison of justice and vengeance. He had struck her as the type that would justify his actions as being motivated by justice, not by something as simple as revenge. This misread prompted her to reevaluate her opinion of the cowboy. His light mirth was matched by a certain darkness. To be frank, it was refreshing. She was tired of those who pretended that the world was a cheerful place and refused to face reality. She was sick of people like Jack Hudson - those who seemed to have a permanent smile all the time. Everyone had demons - everyone had skeletons in their closet. If only people would own up to it.

She mostly just listened to Lola's exclamations about her pipes and orgasms. To her, it seemed best if she just let it run its course. If she didn't protest Lola's crazy, then it wouldn't turn into an issue. She was a competent tank operator from what she had seen so far - just a little bit out in left field. And what was so wrong with that?

"You're murdering people over a stranger?" Beatrice asked, her eyebrow raised. She wouldn't be heading to Eden right now for a stranger. It was better that poor girl got messed up by Eden than Beatrice did. She didn't lose any sleep over the people out there in the world in horrible plights. They weren't her people - and she rarely had people. She certainly didn't anymore, as far as she was concerned. They were all dead.

"James, Tiffany, Ryan," Beatrice said bluntly. While she was a member of Newnan, she didn't have many connections to the rest of the community. Hell, some of them she was glad to likely never see again. But those three - they had been her friends. "What about you, Harley Quinn? Who're you killing for?" Beatrice asked, looking towards Lola.