Morose

Hooked on a Feeling

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Guinevere Stark

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"Guin was eleven last time we were there," Pepper pointed out, chuckling lightly. "Remember her dilemma over whether she wanted to go to Hogwarts or be a Jedi?" Pepper whispered in Tony's ear, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. Guin wasn't her daughter, but Pepper had helped to raise her. Between Pepper and Natasha, Guin had enough motherly influence to make up for the walking attention seeking disaster that was Maddie. Of course, that wasn't to say that Pepper didn't want a biological kid of her own - she did - but she considered Guin to be her daughter.

"Hey, that was a pretty big deal!" Guin protested, rolling her eyes and giving her dad a half-hug before she went over to Lance. She noticed that Banner was still sulking in his corner, with the radiophysicist pulling out his phone on occasion and flipping through it. It was an archaic old flip phone - the kind that would survive the end of the world yet never have reception when you needed it most. "So I'm thinking we can probably bring the sleeping bags - or get new ones - and we can just sleep on the floor of my room at the Malibu place," Guin suggested to him. "There's a television in there, so we can play video games and marathon movies and stuff - sound good to you?"

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Driving to the Circus!
Skills: Perception, Photographic Memory

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Iris didn't need to check her files - she had a photographic memory. She recalled to mind the image of Cynthia's file and realized that this man, just as he claimed and was validated by his ID, had power of attorney. However, she also recalled the description of the website from earlier, listing that Barney Ross had a niece. The man seemed to be telling the truth - perhaps Cynthia's mother was raised by a brother or sister of Ross, then. And Cynthia wasn't raised by her mother. It was a trend in the family, then.

"I have not treated Cynthia very long, Mr. Ross," Iris prefaced, having just been given Cynthia's case the day this entire fiasco began. "However, I promise you I will do everything in my power to get her honest help. I understand that the system fails a great many - and that is something that I'd like to change in the practice, starting with not changing the way I treat and care for my patients. My goal is to help Cynthia heal and one day, walk out of the asylum under her own free will to live a happy and fulfilling life as a productive member of society," Perhaps it was a naive attitude, but as psychologists went, Iris was fairly young. She also had a strong moral compass that led her to believe that everyone deserved help and a shot at redemption, a chance to find peace of mind, to fall in love and grow old - to be happy.

"As for why I haven't been killed yet...I hope it is because Cynthia knows that I am an ally and that I earnestly wish to see her make a full recovery."

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

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Prometheus: Upper Deck: Single Brown (3)
Skills: None

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Dorothy nodded, clasping her arms behind her as she shifted into a parade rest. "Of course, take your time, Mei-Mei," she replied. She didn't suspect that there was a reason Daphne hadn't come to answer the door. She highly doubted that her sister would have spent the night with someone else in her quarters. It just didn't strike her to be Daphne's ideal way of spending an evening - especially the evening after Anisa fired her. Dorothy pursed her lips slightly at that thought. She needed to walk with Daphne and figure out what she wanted to do. She figured that they could get jobs elsewhere, between Daphne's skills as a pilot and Dorothy's medical training. They didn't owe anyone on the ship anything.

But Dorothy also felt a little sad at the thought of leaving this crew. Anisa was her best friend and she didn't want to leave her, especially so soon after Jackson had died. She felt a twinge in her stomach as she thought about Atticus, but immediately dismissed it. But ultimately, family came before friends Dorothy reasoned. She had joined this crew in order to reunite with her sister and if Daphne decided she wanted to leave to find work elsewhere, then that's what she'd do.

"I'd also like to discuss some things with you, Mei-Mei," Dorothy added, as she continued to wait.

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Fitz Townsley

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Location: Prometheus: Lower Deck: Single Top (7)
Skills: None

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Meanwhile, inside Daphne's room, Fitz was freaking out. Although he had seen the Captain lose her temper the night before, it became even more terrifying to be reminded of it while on Anisa's ship. And there wasn't much between him and Daphne's older military-esque sister - just a door. He took in a deep breath, his fingers twitching rapidly and he tapped them against his head, as if that would get his brain to start working properly again. He glanced at Daphne, before he spotted a space where he could hide and he quickly got up, hiding behind Daphne's bedframe where he couldn't be seen from the door. He seriously considered crawling underneath the bed and just waiting until he turned to dust. It wouldn't be a bad way to die.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I.....I-I-I-I-I....J-just...." Fitz stammered, unable to get a sentence out at all. If people thought his stuttering had been bad before, it was nothing compared to this. The poor engineer could hardly even breathe at this point. His head was swimming and he kept on tapping his fingers against his brain, like a frustrated employee hitting a computer in an attempt to get it to unfreeze after a program crashed. At this rate, there was a good chance he could pass out from stress.

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-You.....I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I......W-w-w-w-w-w-we.....I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I.....Br-r-r-r-ain....n-n-n-n-n-n-not.....w-w-w-w-w-working....."

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Nancy Parker

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Location: Ville au Camp - Room 104: Receiving Entrance/Hallway ---> Road to Kitchen House
Skills: None

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Nancy nodded. She couldn't help but feel slightly relieved, actually. In her experiences, it was those who were honest about their lack of abilities that gave the best performances. Had Sophia come in claiming to be a skilled actor, Nancy would have considered changing the plan entirely to avoid any sort of role. As truthfully, it didn't matter if they thought they knew how to act - it would be like having a dream where you could fly. It didn't mean you still could when you woke up. "Excellent. I can tutor you some, but to be frank, there's only one thing to know about acting - it's all about lying. And only lies have details," Nancy explained. She walked up and down the hallway, tapping randomly on the wall as she went. "So just act naturally and you'll be fine. This audience isn't too tough."

She then stopped, pulling a caramel chew out of her pocket and she ate it. "I'm thinking we do something where it looks like I'm going in to cut off your hand - and since it's a false one, you can just chuck it off or something. There'll be things in the kitchen house we can use - some sort of sauce will do for the blood and there'll be a knife for the weapon. And once you fall to the ground, bleeding - I can even pretend to kill you - you jump right back up and pretend to kill me. They'll eat it up, I'm sure of it," Nancy said with a smile, looking at her protégé.

"Come on, that's more than enough planning. Any more and it'll go stale. Kitchen house is this way," Nancy said, heading outside and motioning for Sophia to follow her. She figured there was a decent chance they'd run into Gilbert there and perhaps he'd be willing to provide them some decent swords for the fake duel. Otherwise, a knife fight would have to do.

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Andromeda Aldrich

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Location: Ville au Camp - Gate at Edge of Grounds ---> Near the Oak Tree
Skills: None

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Andromeda gave the girl who spoke up a smile, noticing that the children had divided themselves up already. There were a lot of stories that she could have told them, but her thoughts had drifted to Fairfax in that moment. Was he still alive out there somewhere? Had he ever managed to get home? Or was he still trapped in what would appear to be a modern era? She had felt something for him and she was almost certain he had returned her feelings - they just hadn't had enough time together to resolve the mismatch. "Have you ever heard the story of the scientist who fell through time and the gypsy girl?" Andromeda prefaced.

The children quietly shook their heads. They seemed to be on the shy side - which Andromeda could understand. "In my family, there was an incredibly old wardrobe. Most people overlooked it, thinking that it was just collecting dust...They didn't appreciate what they couldn't see. Now, this little gypsy girl one day found the wardrobe and she could see what others couldn't - that the wardrobe was magic," Andromeda said, speaking in a hushed voice. But she knew that the kids caught her every word as she walked with them.

"What did the wardrobe do, if it was magic?" one of them asked quietly.

"Excellent question," Andromeda praised. She was moving at a slow pace, not wanting to rush anything. "When someone went inside this wardrobe, they would fall through time. So this little gypsy girl went inside the wardrobe and met a brilliant inventor - like Edison. The scientist became friends with the girl and she would go to visit him, using the wardrobe to travel through time."

"And then what happened?"

"Well, you see, the scientist eventually realized he was a great-great-great grandfather of the gypsy girl. I was friends with her and when we were in trouble, and needed help to fight a demon, the inventor came with us through the wardrobe."

"Did you love him?" another kid asked.

"Maybe I could have," Andromeda said softly. "But I'll never know."

Hooked on a Feeling

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Guinevere Stark

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Pepper sighed as well. She knew that Tony tended to be paranoid, ever since the Battle of New York. It made her worry about him sometimes, especially when she saw the same paranoid tendencies beginning to take route in his daughter. There had to be some sort of genetic basis for the behavior - she just wasn't sure what. This type of nervousness, the certainty that the world was going to end if he didn't have the tools to protect it...It didn't just come out of nowhere. "Alright, you can bring one suit," Pepper compromised. It was partially because she figured with their luck, they might actually need it.

"Not sure how you're gonna pick just one, Dad," Guin said with a smirk. She knew her father loved his suits. Last time she checked, he had designed at least forty different models - probably more. She had lost track on which version he was working on, since it seemed like he went through at least three suits a week. It helped that they were rich and had plenty of money to buy the needed materials. She didn't understand why her father didn't just recycle material from old suits to make new ones, but it was a moot point by now. She glanced over at Lance, before noticing that Dr. Banner had gone to a corner. She liked to think of it was Banner's pouting corner - since he generally went there and in Guin's mind, pretty much just sulked.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Eden - Terrace near stairs ---> up the stairs
Skills: Pistol, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Stamina

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Beatrice didn't take any pleasure in being right. Everything had felt too easy up until this point and she had been convincing herself to expect a more formidable force on the upper level. Lola rushed up the stairs in her typical fashion, singing at the top of her lungs and attracting all of the attention to her. It was a waste of a life. Another person that she felt something of a kinship with had died. Maybe it was the universe telling her that she had strayed too far from the path - that she needed to return to the Justice lifestyle in full. No more friends - no more communities - no more making decisions by emotions.

As Gavin charged up, firing off rounds, Beatrice considered turning around and leaving this all behind. She knew that would have been the smart decision to make. Beatrice ran up the stairs, knowing that she'd find Lola's body on the other side. She had her gun raised and her finger on the trigger, just needing to see a warm body that wasn't one of theirs before she'd pull the trigger. It wasn't the logical decision to make - and she didn't even know if it qualified as the emotional one. Beatrice didn't feel driven by anger or sadness or revenge. It was a different feeling entirely, one she didn't know a name for, as she felt the loss of potential - the loss of what could have been - of mini golf with walker heads and tank rides and...a friend.

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Arnco Mills Safehouse (E10)
Skills: N/A

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Jack was hearing the words everyone around him was saying, but he wasn't processing them. It was as if someone had scooped out his brain and put something else inside. He set down his food, having forced himself to finish it - just barely managing to do so. While others may have been wondering if Froggy could have had Tatiana with him or perhaps imagining scenarios where she made it out by herself, Jack couldn't get rid of the gruesome picture his mind had conjured up for him - of Tatiana in their house, alone and out of options, as Death came for her. It was like the weight of the world was crushing him and he was contemplating just letting it. Would he ever get to start a family with Tatiana? Would he have that white picket fence life that he always wanted?

He prepared himself to go to sleep, shutting his eyes and pretending that he was alright. He didn't need other people fussing over him - Tatiana was the one that needed that. He would've given anything to make sure that she was okay - or to even just hear from her one last time. He would have destroyed everything he held dear in the world if Tatiana had asked him to. Every creak and shudder that he heard, every breath and every little disturbance, his mind imagined was the crackling of the radio coming to life.

He knew that Tatiana could survive without him; he just didn't know anymore if he could survive without her.

And even if he could...Did he want to?

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44

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December 29th, 2016 - 1:00 P.M. EST - 1 Day Since Hel Returned

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Mallory nodded at Jessica's decision. Of those present, there was only one person she thought could help them. She was familiar with Jade Cornish, the woman who killed Lucifer. As a death spirit, such a major event had been hard for Mallory to ignore. The reapers, her brothers and sisters, would still talk about it with awe. While Lucifer had been stronger than Hel, Mallory had no doubt that the Norse Goddess of Death was far more cunning than the Devil had been. "You killed Lucifer," Mallory said, staring at Jade.

"Wow, a groupie, that's fucking brilliant," Jade muttered, rolling her eyes. However, she was interested in the three that had come from Coventry. She herself had been on route to that location, after Agents Decker and Keenan lost contact. Agent Murphy had given his life as well, from what she had observed. She nodded in agreement as Alex indicated the problematic situation they were in. It wasn't like Altsoba - Lucifer seemed to have been confined to the town, though Jade never knew how long that would have lasted. Luckily, they didn't need to find out. But in this situation, Hel had freedom of movement - she could go anywhere, do anything.

"She wants her cloak," Folly whispered, remembering the lengths Hel had gone to in order to obtain it. She had ordered Fenrir to attack them all and retrieve it, when she left with Aloise Zamora. She had to imagine that Hel had a special bond with Fenrir - purely because Folly herself liked animals. They never shouted or came home drunk or hit her. They never asked her to be something that she wasn't. She blinked back tears for a moment, fighting the urge to run off.

"Alright, that's a start," Jade commented. "Where's her cloak, then?"

Mallory didn't say anything, but she looked over at Jessica.

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Hel glanced at Mariana, before she shook her head. She produced for her a knife - it was made of Asgardian steel - and she handed it to the hunter. "This should suffice," Hel said, smiling. Her smile only reached the healthy side of her face - the decaying half remained still, as if the muscles in her face had withered away there. Only with her cloak would she be able to appear normal - and with it, she'd be unstoppable. She traditionally fought with her sword, yet it could kill her as well. It was hard to defend against oneself.

Hel took in a deep breath, as the hunters were surrounded in green energy. She could feel the call of her cloak coming to her and she let out a breath, before they materialized at Cromwell House. The same sigil from before was burned into the carpet and she smiled directly at Mallory. "You chose the wrong side, Azrael's daughter," Hel said calmly. "Now surrender the cloak and kneel."

For the lives that I take, I’m going to hell
For the laws that I break, I’m going to hell
For the love that I hate, I’m going to hell
For the lies that I make, I’m going to hell

Hooked on a Feeling

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Guinevere Stark

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"It's not a vacation unless Iron Man doesn't come with us, Tony," Pepper pointed out, getting herself a glass of water. She jumped on any chance she got to separate Tony and his suits. Sometimes, she swore it was like Guin wasn't an only child and that Tony was determined to give her an ever increasing number of metallic siblings. However, there were also alarming moments where Pepper actually felt a bit jealous of the suits. She shook her head slightly. "I mean it, Tony. No suits. And Guin - no blasters!"

Guin sulked slightly. Pepper brought up the blaster incident every time they were about to go on vacation. She didn't see why it was such a big deal, anyways. How else was she supposed to practice her quick draw so one day, she could definitively say that she had shot first? But the last time she'd tried that argument on Pepper, she had gotten all of her wireless devices confiscated for a month. She didn't really care to repeat that experience. On the bright side, Tony did seem open to bringing Lance and Banner along with them. She knew Lance wasn't a big fan of crowds, but she was hoping to convince him to go on rides with her.

"How long can we stay in California for?" Guin asked. "A month would be the ideal length of time, in my opinion. Plus, you know Lance and I don't even need school..."

"Buddy, I...uh..." Banner began, but he didn't even know where the sentence was going. He doubted he'd be able to make the situation better so he just nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, walking over towards one of the quiet corners to stand by himself. He didn't really know how to talk to most people, let alone his own son. He used to be a confident person, before the Hulk had came into his life like a big green wrecking ball. He didn't even know how to tell Lance that he loved him. No matter what he said, he always just seemed to make things worse.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guinevere Stark, Folly Valeska, and Dean Kesseli

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Location: Blackbird

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"I recognize that, Mare, but Charlie said door - not ramp - so I can adjust my sarcasm accordingly," Guin said, pausing for a second. "Charlie, don't do that - you'll get excited and fall and realize you can't fly. And it's not like you're at Zuko level yet where you could fly with fire. You have to wait to be redeemed as a hero so the Avatar can learn firebending first." She then snorted slightly, as the closest person they had to the Avatar was Captain America - and he wasn't over a hundred years old. Not yet. She supposed in that scenario, Romanoff would be Katara and Barton would be Sokka. But who would be Toph? Or would Sokka actually be her own father?

She let out a little excited yelp as her first shot knocked a Sentinel down for the count. However, it might have just been beginner's luck and she frowned with disappointment as all the other shots missed. Guin frowned and doubled her concentration on it, dismissing the small part of her brain's processing power that was trying to assign various Avengers and X-Men to the characters in Avatar. She was really hoping that she'd be able to nail a few more of these glorified scraps of metal out of the sky - but hopefully not once they were flying above civilized areas. "Hey - we're not flying over any hugely populated areas where flying bits of scrap metal raining down on them would potentially kill people, right?"

"Cornish is his fiancée, right?" Dean added, looking over at Lance. He had no idea how much Lance disliked him - though he did know that pretty much everyone on the plane thought of him as a speedster. While they weren't wrong, they weren't right either - it'd be like calling Guin a telepath. Sure, she had telepathic like abilities but when it came to reading minds, she was pretty useless. It was a similar case with Dean when it came to speed. He could dodge all day, just like a speedster, but if you needed someone to break into the Pentagon and it relied on moving faster than the eye could perceive - he wasn't the man for the job.

A thought then occurred to him and he glanced at Pietro Maximoff and Guin Stark. How did kissing work with those two? Wouldn't it always seem incredibly slow to Maximoff? And way too fast to Stark? His thought process then went towards how other things worked and he felt incredibly confused - but realized, at least in this instance, it wasn't exactly something he could ask them. It was something just a bit too personal - like asking Lance how his parents managed to conceive him, given that Banner was his father. Or maybe he'd just wait to ask until this entire mess was over.

...Is prom still a thing? Dean mused, not sure whether or not that would be appropriate to ask either. He and Bethany had done their best for Hank, but his condition didn't look the greatest to him. He was pretty sure his fur wasn't supposed to be looking purple in certain places (from the mixture of blur fur and red blood). "Wait...You've killed people? Holy fucking shit!" Dean exclaimed, staring at Carolina.

Folly nodded at Future Pietro, taking a seat as he had suggested. She smiled slightly at him, before she looked past him to see a familiar face. While many would have argued that Future Pietro was a father figure, he was more like an older brother to her. No, she was staring at the person who had been the closest thing she ever had to a real father - the best mentor she had ever had. The hallucination winked at her, taking a puff from its cigar. "I hope you're using my claws to help rather than to hurt, kid."

She had never hallucinated Wolverine before and she smiled brightly at the image. She knew that he wasn't real - that her mentor had died, from her perspective, years ago. She pulled out her daggers for a moment and stared at them. After Wolverine's death, only his adamantium skeleton had remained. Guin Stark had spent a week salvaging what she could from Wolverine's body, completing the rather gruesome task to produce a set of daggers for Folly.

"I'll make you proud, Dai Latchi," Folly whispered to the hallucination. She caught glimpse of a flash of ginger hair and she smiled a bit, tears welling up in her eyes. She was completely insane, but right now, her hallucinations were the good ones - the ones that so rarely ever appeared.

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

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Garden City Sitting Room
Skills: Mathematics, Pattern Analysis

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Nora glanced up from the page, hearing Lauren inquire after her wellbeing. The pain in her finger still lingered - though it seemed entirely different than it had the night before. It had been sharp and searing initially - and now, she found it to quite honestly be more of a dull roar. As long as she did not pay too much attention to the brand, she found that it could be easily dismissed to the back of her mind. "I am well, thank you Lauren - how are you faring?" Nora inquired softly. She imagined that Lauren had become much closer to those that had perished today than Nora had, simply due to the amount of time spent in someone's presence.

She returned to sketching the pattern idly, looking up and giving Lady Munn a slight smile. "I do not mind at all - it is called the Koch snowflake," she explained. "It is an interesting mathematical occurrence...As I add an infinite number of triangles, the overall area of the snowflake actually converges to a known value," she explained. She started fresh on a new page and showed Vera the pattern that took place using the first four iterations of it. Nora always enjoyed discussing mathematics, but she also realized that Lady Munn could perhaps do with a distraction.