Morose

Rise of the Evos

---

---

Scott Rydzynski

---

Location: A Pastry Shop - Seattle, Washington
Interacting With: Gideon, Jace, Janelle, and Isley

---

---

Scott wrinkled his nose at the thought of going on a global recruitment spree. Whatever type of team they were putting together, he had a bad feeling that the others were going to want to talk about their emotions and grow closer - that before the week was out, someone would make a tearful confession that they'd never known family before. He puked a little in his mouth just at the thought. His powers came in handy, but he really didn't need the Disney Princess Dream Suite as well. Or to broaden his horizons and meet new people. "Great, we're going to go look for Hannah Montana with the wonder twins over here," he said, rolling his eyes.

If it hadn't been for the fact that whenever he looked at Janelle, he felt guilty about his daughter, he would've just told them all to go to hell. He would have gotten away from this mess already, after a few threats for them to stay out of his head. He wasn't a huge fan of the idea of going to a member of the legal system, either. Or this share-fest round two - why hadn't Princess bothered to show up in the first round of sharing powers? Of course, he logically knew why but he was annoyed by principle. "I can move shit with my mind, sweetheart," he said gruffly.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

---

---

Jenna Westbrook

---

Location: 052 Forrester Drive

---

---

Jenna frowned, watching her cousin's words - incident at the abandoned house? She doubted that it wasn't connected somehow. She knew horror movies and apparently, she was living in one, which meant that all of these threads had to have some relation to each other. The Mayor's murder, Riley's disappearance, this incident Lydia had mentioned - she was willing to bet they were all supernatural events. The Mayor had been killed by hellhounds and had attempted to summon a demon. Could the demon or the hellhounds be responsible for the other two events?

"Once they've transformed, however, do they have control over their actions?" Jenna stressed. She knew that the Mayor had been killed by a hellhound. But she needed all of the facts and information - and Declan wasn't going to give that to her. While it may not have seen necessary to know the inner mechanics of how werewolves work, Jenna couldn't help but see it as essential. She couldn't be expected to solve a puzzle without having all of the pieces, no matter how insignificant a single piece may seem. "And Lydia...What incident? Tell me everything."

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

---

---

Nora Kingston

---

---

Location: The Egyptian Museum - Vera's Office ---> Garden City Sitting Room
Skills: None

---

Nora nodded, having lived in the building for some time. She could not help but imagine that Spot was eagerly awaiting her return upstairs. "Please, follow me," Nora said softly to the others, before guiding them to the sitting room. She recognized Mosi from earlier that morning, when she and Neema had stopped briefly in the alleyway. There were so many more in their party than she had anticipated, with most of the talk so far being nothing but empty pleasantries. She didn't mind them, truthfully, but she felt that she had little to contribute to the conversation. She saw little point in speaking when it wasn't needed - though that could be partially attributed to her upbringing.

Nora took a seat in the sitting room, quietly pulling out her notebook. She idly began to sketch a pattern on one of the blank pages. Sometimes, she found the repetition helped her think. In her schooling, she found that repeating a simple motion would help her to clear her mind, allowing new thoughts and ideas to come forth. Staring at a pattern with frustration never allowed it to be characterized. A clear head was the only way she could succeed in her task and hopefully identify more of the mysteries at play.

Hooked on a Feeling

---

---

Guinevere Stark

---

---

Guin yawned, looking up at the brightening morning sky. She knew that they'd need to get some sleep, but they didn't quite have time for that. She had to send off a prototype of Project Ultron to Hammer that morning - otherwise, she'd raise suspicion as to the efficacy of the mind control. Lance had to arrange for a meeting with Kilgrave. There was so much that could go wrong in the next hour alone that it took her breath away. As much as she was stubborn and strong, she was also terrified. Lance's powers were great - but he was like Aang, fresh out of the iceberg. Was he really ready to save anyone?

"Come here," Guin said finally, taking Lance's hand and dragging him over towards the edge of the roof. She then sat down against the wall of a small little structure, pulling him down with her. "Let's just watch the sunrise for now," she explained. She wanted to remember this moment - just in case anything bad happened to either one of them.

Hooked on a Feeling

---

---

Guinevere Stark

---

---

"Oh my god, I am so stupid!" Guin exclaimed, as another idea popped into her head. Why was she bothering with tranquilizers? Sure, they'd work, but they required them to be in the room with the target. There was a way they could take care of Kilgrave remotely. Of course, it was mildly illegal technology that they'd need to use. But was a derivative of something that the government shut down still considered illegal? That was a question she'd figure out later. But this - this was a way of actually combating Kilgrave. His voice itself wasn't the danger - it was just his physical presence. "The Sonic Taser!" Guin then added.

"It emits a specific frequency and capacitates anyone who hears it. Kilgrave gave you a phone number to get in contact with him by, right? On his business card," Guin explained. "All we need to do is have you call him - I'll trace his precise location - and then I'll have your phone programed to emit that frequency on Kilgrave's end, rendering instant paralysis. If I remember correctly, it is non lethal...." she had stopped breathing again, her mind zipping at the speed of light.

Hooked on a Feeling

---

---

Guinevere Stark

---

---

Would that plan even work though? It'd be the nail in the coffin for Hammer, but for Kilgrave...She wasn't so sure. Her thoughts kept on going faster and faster as she considered alternate possibilities and methods. Why even bother taking them on at the same time? She doubted that Hammer would care if anything happened to Kilgrave, provided he already had what he thought was a working prototype of Project Ultron. She couldn't decide if that was a type of approach that they'd want to involve their parents with. Of course, there was no reason they needed Kilgrave to be conscious...There was an easy enough design approach to a suit she could use.

Guin didn't hear Lance telling her to breathe, eventually blinking as she gasped for air. "Okay, I think I figured it out...If we can get Kilgrave alone, we hit him with a tranquilizer. All it needs is a distraction - which is your laser light show. He doesn't know you have powers, so it should stun him, giving me a chance to use a bit of an Iron Man suit modified for our purposes, since archery is one thing I don't think I could learn overnight....Hammer, we give him what he thinks is a prototype - but when he presents it at the Stark Expo, it instead just publicly exposes him as a fraud...Sound good?" she suggested, speaking rather quickly.

Hooked on a Feeling

---

---

Guinevere Stark

---

---

Guin nodded, reaching into her coat and pulling out a pair of sunglasses. She used to wear them in class at McClaine Academy as a form of protest, whenever she had been forced to actually show up and sit to hear lectures. She only ever really saw the point in attending language courses. Otherwise, why couldn't she just learn on her own at her own pace? Everything was too slow - and consequently, irritating - if she didn't just teach it to herself on her own time. "Check that box off," she said with a smile, referring to him accidentally causing someone to go blind.

"If we could figure out how to control them, we'd stand a better chance against Hammer and Kilgrave..." Guin's mind started to race as she started to form a plan. There was a way that they could defeat Hammer. In fact, the plan in itself was rather devious. There was just one question that remained - what was the extent of Kilgrave's power? One approach they could try would be to give Hammer a fake prototype for Project Ultron. They could design the prototype so that way it'd reveal all of Hammer and Kilgrave's misdeeds, having recorded them or just simply collecting evidence, and broadcast them for everyone to see at the Stark Expo. Her mind was picking up speed as she kept on thinking through this idea - all the mind control in the world wouldn't be able to stop that type of public humiliation. It'd ruin Hammer Industries and prevent Kilgrave from carrying out whatever his plan was - right?

Guin's mind was still continuing to accelerate its thought processes, until she actually forgot to breathe.

Hooked on a Feeling

---

---

Guinevere Stark

---

---

Guin turned her face, blushing slightly in embarrassment. She knew that Lance probably thought she was a badass (and okay, she did know the basic principles of hand-to-hand and how to handle a sword...), but it wasn't something she thought of herself as. She still felt like the helpless kid running into the woods to avoid the Brotherhood - or running into the basement and hiding by the furnace to avoid the Ten Rings - or any of the other countless times where someone had attempted to kidnap her. Sometimes, it felt like the more she learned from Aunt Nat about how to defend herself, the more it became useless against those who wished to do her harm.

"Let's go to those places you mentioned..." Guin said, the song switching over to the next one. Walking with Lance was already helping to take her mind off of things, but something he said had started to bug her. He had actual superpowers - and as much as Guin hoped she'd wake up one day and be able to fly, she knew it probably wasn't in the cards. She would've known if her father carried an x-gene by now. "And maybe...Maybe we figure out how to use your powers. I'll be Han Solo, you be Luke Skywalker. Or I'd be Leia....Nah, I'd rather be Han. Not into dresses."

Hooked on a Feeling

---

---

Guinevere Stark

---

---

"See, the trick is that it doesn't sound like country music, even if it is classified as being country," Guin explained with a laugh. She had always loved 80's music, and while she wasn't too sure of the reason why anymore, her father likely had an idea. Growing up, she had been at Stark Tower until she was seven years old. Tony, Happy, Pepper - whoever was watching her at the moment - realized that she'd sit patiently through press events and the likes if she was listening to Tony's old walkman. All of the tapes they had for it were primarily filled with 80's music, though some of them featured hits from the 70's and even one had 90's music on it. It was why Tony had given her a walkman for her twelfth birthday - she had almost worn his out from use.

"And for the whole mugging thing...We're two wimpy white kids walking in New York City past midnight on a weekend night," she pointed out. "Now, that's bad enough - but if anyone recognizes me, then they know I'm made of money so yeah...we will probably get mugged," she said with a bit of a laugh, wiping her eyes again. She was still sniffling on occasion, but walking outside in the cold and dark New York streets did seem to be helping slightly. There was too much pollution for them to really get a good view of the night sky, but it was a relatively clear night as far as the city went.

Hooked on a Feeling

---

---

Guinevere Stark

---

---

Guin nodded, sticking her hands into her pockets. It was past midnight, but at least it wasn't a school night. Tomorrow was going to be a terrifying Saturday morning, whereas she wished the biggest problem they'd have would be finding their way home without getting mugged. New York City wasn't always the safest place to wander at night, but she'd be lying if she claimed to not have done it before. Whenever she was home on breaks, she usually ended up doing this at least once a week. At first, she'd just wander around and then find the apartment of some Avenger - usually Uncle Steve's place up in Brooklyn - and crash there for the night. Eventually, the name of the game had been scoring substances, in order to make her thoughts slow down. Or catching a bus to run away from her problems.

"If we get mugged, I'm blaming you," she said, sniffling a bit but also smiling slightly at Lance. He was like a brother to her in a way - a live in best friend. While he and Banner technically had their own place, she knew from experience that the two Banners practically lived at Stark Tower. They were only pretending that the two guest rooms on the first floor down from the top didn't actually serve as Lance and Banner's permanent bedrooms. She then paused for a moment, taking out her earbuds and offering one to Lance. "Want to listen while we walk?" she offered. "It's technically a country song, but probably one of the only good ones out there..."