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Darke Magyk - Concluded

@FantasyChic Counters were all reset with the last update, as put in the discord announcements.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@ihinka Just make sure it's okay with each of the people's characters, since typical procedure is you PM them and discuss it there prior to putting anything.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

For everyone interested, please have your characters and relations done by Thursday. ^_^

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@Damo021 Sweet, move her over

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee@LadyRunic@Dragoknighte@KazAlkemi

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Present Day - The Castle: December 21st, 12,507 - 1:15 PM

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Valda's eyes flared and she looked at Atkin. She didn't really know what she was doing, but she definitely did not appreciate having someone scream at her for suggestions everyone else was making. Just because she agreed with Puck that the Young Army could benefit the Castle didn't mean that she wanted to kill someone! "Let me think!" Valda snapped at Atkin. "Everyone keeps telling me what to do and assuming that I'm just going to go along with whatever the last person said, but I have a brain and I intend to use it..."

Puck fell silent and Jadis raised an eyebrow, with the siblings exchanging a glance. "But sweet Valda, he's a Port Witch...No one would miss him and he deserves to die for his sins," Jadis said softly. Her lips then curled with displeasure as she heard what Malekith said. She knew the only reason she and her Coven could safely walk the Castle and the Palace was because Valda allowed them to do so. "And we provided her with family - while you and your Darke ways would surely turn poor sweet Luna's life to ruin...."

"Not the Stranger Chamber - something is happening at Wizard Tower..." Arya said quietly. "The dungeons here would be more appropriate and can suitably contain a Darke witch." She wasn't sure how much Valda knew about the options she had for Malekith, but there was no question in Arya's mind that they couldn't just let him go free. The dungeons at least would keep him from leaving, as they were enchanted with an ancient Magyk that slowly drained the abilities of all of those imprisoned in them.

"Fine, throw him in the dungeons," Valda decided. She looked at 526. "Deputy Hunter, right? You can interrogate him. Find out everything he knows about my sister...Hurt him if you have to," Valda then added, feeling a streak of sibling protectiveness. She didn't know Myrus and Luna very well, but they were her siblings.

Asha gave Lyra a small smile. "Thank you for your concern," she whispered, before she caught something impossible out of the corner of her eye. There was a gigantic red dragon in the air, breathing down fire at the now rapidly scattering spectators. Anyone the guards had been trying to keep from leaving was able to quickly sleep away, as the entire Castle seemed to pick up and run for their lives. "A dragon...I haven't seen one ever in my life," Asha whispered, her eyes wide. "It's sad it's merely an illusion..."

Arya could see the soft eddies of Darke Magyk around the illusion and her mind snapped back to Malekith. It must have been the Port Witch Coven attempting to do something to keep him from escaping. She completely missed Myrus stand up stiffly and then walk over to the small group of witches, his gaze unseeing. "Take us inside," Nera commanded him, before gesturing towards the Palace wall that Fleur had indicated. Myrus just nodded, walking with the small group.

"Take my hand," he said softly, and once everyone was holding onto him, he walked through the wall and they were all able to go with him. On the inside, they found themselves in the Palace kitchens. "Go back to your sister," Nera instructed. "If Malekith attempts to betray us, kill him." Myrus just nodded before he seemingly walked through the wall, going back up to the stage where Valda was silently.

Rowland had led Cuyler up with him to the stage, exchanging a worried look with Arya. However, something about Myrus unsettled him. He was Sensing that some sort of Magyk had surrounded the boy. "Are you quite alright?" Rowland inquired. "No...Someone kidnapped my sister...again..." Myrus mumbled, looking like he was about to cry.

And inside the Palace, in Lyra's room, the dragon egg began to hatch...

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@ihinka Looks good, move her on over and get working on relations

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guinevere Stark, Folly Valeska, and Dean Kesseli

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Location: Blackbird ---> Roof of Stark Tower

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Dean blushed slightly as Carolina offered him a hand. She was beautiful, compassionate, and dangerous - the complete package. He hoped that he didn't look too obviously attracted to her or anything, but he made a mental note to see about spending more time with Carolina, see if he caught feelings for her. Sure, she was pretty, but he did want more than just a pretty face for any sort of relationship. Maybe, if prom still happened, she'd go with him? His mind was getting way ahead of itself and although Dean was unaware of this, it was a coping mechanism. Planning for a situation that may not even happen was far preferable to the crisis facing them - of systematic extinction and enslavement and pretty much everything done during the Holocaust, happening just to mutants this time. No one had really given them specifics, but it seemed about right to him.

"Sure, that'd be fun," Dean said with a grin. "Do you think Iron Man and Hulk would sign my..." he paused, seeing what he still had on him, "...Cold Stone Gift Card?" he asked, taking it out. "Or do you think they'd rather deface government property?" he then asked, taking out a bit of cash he had on him. He didn't really have a clean sheet of paper for a proper autograph, though part of him wondered if Iron Man would just have a stack of signed photos lying around his house or something.

Part of him wondered if Guin Stark got a different autograph from her father each year for her birthday - maybe she had a collection of them somewhere or something? He then couldn't help but wonder if Thor would be at Stark Tower as well. Or maybe Black Widow or Hawkeye! Or Captain America! His mind was completely focussed on girls and Avengers, rather than the deadly robots that the United States government had sent to kill them all. He gave Carolina a grin, before he got off the plane with her once all of those with injuries were loaded off.

Folly got off of the plane as well, going over to Thalia. She gave Tony a bit of a funny look - she was used to seeing the man with salt and pepper hair. He was about sixty years old in her time, about to become a grandfather as well. And sure, he wasn't a spry spring chicken here, but he was an Avenger and still in fantastic shape for someone in their early 50's. She stared at him for a moment, wondering if he'd share the secret he was keeping from his daughter earlier in this timeline - or perhaps even later or not at all. She imagined Palla Latchi was having a difficult time keeping it from her.

"O.M.E.N. might still target them there," Folly whispered to Mary. If they were lucky, O.M.E.N. would focus on the team rather than the students - but the idea made her nervous. They obeyed sovereign borders, at least at first. In their timeline, they actually ended up spending a fair amount of time in Serbia hiding from O.M.E.N., as the mutant laws were looser there. She was almost certain something similar would happen and that O.M.E.N. would know the Avengers were hiding the students. "Getting them out of the country might be for the best...Don't you have a property in Canada?" Folly suggested. They had hidden in a fair share of Stark houses and facilities over the years.

"I think that landing would've earned a solid six out of ten..." Guin mused, seeing the injured get off of the plane. She then looked at the two speedsters, wondering if they were going to let go of her so she could get off of the plane. She was trying not to think too much about it, and when Cassandra mentioned she needed to go talk to Guin's father, Guin nodded. And then she paled. She had freaked out finding out she married Pietro in the future - she was still freaking out - but how was her father going to react? He already had problems with her dating Pietro in the first place.

Future Pietro was silent, but he walked off the plane, leaving his younger counterpart with Guin. Pietro took her hand and led her off the plane, saying nothing else. Once off of the plane, Guin smiled slightly when she saw her dad, though she was still internally screaming. She wasn't even convinced that the future really could be changed. It was entirely possible that this wasn't a ripple - just a momentary diversion from the path but that the course of time would correct itself. There was an entire theory in quantum physics that supported that. "....What are we gonna do, Piet?" Guin mumbled.

"I don't know... We'll just have to see what happens..." he replied.

Guin nodded, glancing at Future Pietro. She stared at him for a moment, noticing how muscular he had gotten. Apparently Pietro starts working out... she mused to herself, before she reached out and touched Future Pietro's abs, clearly impressed by her facial expression. "...Huh...Nice work, Muscles."

"Hey!" the younger one said. "Uh... Thanks I think..." Future Pietro replied. Guin raised an eyebrow, staring at her boyfriend, but she poked Future Pietro in the muscles again, before she felt his biceps. "Are you really getting jealous of yourself, Piet?"

"Uh... Maybe? And he isn't me, I'm me!" he responded.

"He's you though - from the future and apparently after joining a body building club," Guin pointed out. "But would you feel better if I felt your muscles too?"

"No, he isn't me! Especially if somehow the timeline does change or something, I might never be him!"

Guin stared at Pietro again, thinking it through. Did he mean physically? If so, the idea of Pietro dying made her feel sick to her stomach and incredibly stressed. But if he meant emotionally - wasn't that the idea? To prevent an apocalyptic future and change how their lives turned out? "...It's not likely that the timeline can change...Maybe it will a little, but the course will correct itself...There's an entire theory in quantum physics about it..."

"Yeah? You do realize we have done small jumps before, on occasion anyway, to test to see if this was even worth attempting, so screw the theory, it is wrong," Future Pietro said, shaking his head.

"How big were the changes you made? Because if they're small ones, then that doesn't disprove the theory - and a theory isn't just something scientists threw out and thought sounded good, it's been agreed upon and has backing by piles of evidence...This shitty future is probably still going to happen, no matter what we do..."

"That's what you think, but we did test it out, once the Sentinels found our hideout, killed everyone except for me and Thalia, we went back in time, and got the base to move and get hidden before the Sentinels attacked, don't think that was small."

Guin fell silent. She was glad to hear that the theory was incorrect - since she had been feeling skeptical about this plan. But then again, even that could have been a small change. If they died that week versus the next, it wasn't a large difference in the grand scheme of things. However, something else was bothering her now - and she knew she shouldn't ask it but she was going to anyways. "In that...test...How did I die?" she asked.

"Sentinel, also those scientists who made that theory have never met a temporal dragon... Doubt they've met a dragon at all..."

"...That's not how theories are formed but okay...How many times have I died and you've done that time trick?"

"Only the once."

"If we're married....What was that like for you?" Guin then asked, wondering how much that had contributed to the haunted sadness that seemed to linger behind Future Pietro's expression.

"What was what like?"

"Me dying."

"...End of the world, contemplated running into a Sentinel on purpose if Thalia hadn't stopped me..."

Guin stared at Future Pietro in shock. "Why would you do that?!"

"...Because by then I would have had nothing else to live for..."

She nodded, trying not to hyperventilate from getting overwhelmed with all of this information. The knowledge that if she died, Pietro would try to kill himself...She couldn't help but wonder if her Pietro would act similarly. "...Y-you wouldn't freak out like that, right?" she asked the younger one.

"...I honestly don't know Guina..."

Guin bit her lip. She wanted to hear him say that he wouldn't do that - it would have helped her to calm down slightly. "Don't ever die for me or because of me, okay?" she requested, looking at Future Pietro for a moment before her gaze settled on her Pietro. She loved him and didn't want to be the reason that he died.

"...Alright, if you say so."

"I do say so," Guin said softly. "I'm not worth dying for."

"...Alright..."

Guin nodded, calming down slightly. If he didn't risk his life for her, then he wouldn't be in danger. It also helped her try to not think about the fact that she could ask Muscles any question and find out her entire future. She could find out if body swapping really was the extent of her powers or if she could do something more. He probably knew if her hair looked better shorter or longer, as well as who won the Noble Prize in Chemistry in the next three years. He'd know if Maddie ever left her alone or if she was still hounding her, trying to use her for fame and fortune. "That goes for you too, Muscles."

"Okay okay, I've already gotten that lecture..." he said, shaking his head.

"...Why do I get the impression you ignored it?"

"What makes you think that?"

Guin hesitated, frowning. Truthfully, she couldn't explain where that conclusion came from. It was like in the back of her mind, she just knew it. It was as if a tiny voice was whispering that to her and she had no idea where it came from. "....I don't know, call it my Spidey Sense or something...Just know you did...Somehow..."

"I have listened to it!" he protested with a laugh.

Guin's eyebrows furrowed, as she started to get a slight headache. "You did but....you...you disagreed with it."

"Well that's just common sense, why would I agree with it?"

She stared at him and her headache seemed to worsen, as she put a hand to her head. "Whatever, Muscles..." She figured it was just caused by stress or dehydration, but it did hurt. The pressure seemed to be localized towards the back of her head as well.

Future Pietro gave her a smile, saying nothing else.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@Damo021 Okay, few things....

Age doesn't match up with the birth date
Parkour would need to go under her specialty skills, especially since it's part of the reason SHIELD took her

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Nancy Parker

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Location: Ville au Camp - Road to Kitchen House // Oak Tree
Skills: None

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Nancy rolled her eyes at Gilbert, but on the inside she was seething. She hated being called Inanna. It only served to remind her of a life she wished she could have forgotten - the husband and his pathetic friends and the crime they almost had succeeded in committing. Her eyes were flashing with fire as she looked at Gilbert, before instructing him in clear and rapid Sumerian to never call her by that name. It only brought up painful memories for her, part of the reason she had such a strained relationship with Gilbert. He reminded her too much of her life in Uruk. She seemed to have caught Gilbert's annoyance, but it melted away once she saw the newcomer and Nancy couldn't help but grin.

"Have you ever met a Crypt before?" Nancy asked Sophia. "They're one of my favorite bloodlines - and you're looking at the source," she answered, forgetting to respond to Sophia's question as to whether the woman was a Paradox. She was impulsive and chaotic, her mind jumping from point to point without slowing down. She missed things like that on occasion. Nancy would have argued it was only human of her, but she wasn't human at all - she was an Emendator. And likely the poster child for ADHD. "Come on, I'll even introduce you, Sophia," Nancy offered, before she skipped over to the newcomer.

"Hello there, stranger," Nancy said with a huge grin, looking at her. She once had considered trying to use an image of her for the Magician or High Priestess card, in a custom set where all of the illustrations would be replaced with people Nancy knew. Drem and Evelina were going to be the Lovers; Giouse the Emperor; and Glibert Strength. There were a bunch of Paradoxes that Nancy had considered for other positions, but she had never got around to the project - never felt quite in the mood to work on it.

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Andromeda Aldrich

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Location: Ville au Camp - Near the Oak Tree
Skills: None

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It wasn't too long until Andromeda lost her audience, as the prospect of sugary drinks won the children over and they flocked over towards James. She didn't mind, smiling slightly even before she noticed the newcomer. Andromeda frowned slightly, recalling a woman of a similar description her half-brother, Walter, had told her about. He had gone to visit a witch in Altsoba, prior to unleashing the devil and causing so many in that small town to perish. Walter never said if the witch herself had survived the flames and destruction - but Andromeda knew that most didn't. Could she have died? Was she looking at someone who knew her brother?

Yet Andromeda wasn't certain - it could have been entirely coincidence. Not every woman with deathly pale skin and dark hair was the same - she herself would have been slightly irritated if someone assumed she had to be another person they knew that was albino. It would have been silly to assume she was the same woman, when all of time and space seemed to converge here in terms of those who had perished. Yet it continued to bug her and she made her way over to the woman, her curiosity driving her actions. "...I am so sorry if this is not the case, but do you know a Detective Walter Hanson?" Andromeda asked.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Virginia Crypt

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Location: Nottingham
Skills: Deduction

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Virginia nodded, feeling a bit of excitement and horror mix together in her mind. It was always a riveting sensation - the feeling of her hand standing up on her arms ever so slightly, her mind racing forward with anticipation. The Soulless attack appeared to have a connection to the events at Almack's and although Mary appeared to have no further questions, Virginia's curiosity was heightened. "Do you know of those who were also expected to attend the event at Lord Eagerton's?" she inquired. As Mary indicated, Manchester was along the route to Gretna Green. She could not help but wonder if perhaps Lord Rutherford had made a stop at an event of the Season, rather than race on towards the Green.

After all, what reason would he have to expect he and Millicent were pursued? Millicent's family was in tatters, her father likely dead, and any skills of the classic path with prophetic designs were rather tricky to pull off and time consuming. The odds of someone chasing after Millicent, in the mind of such a man, had to be slim. He seemed to be the type to enjoy the events of the Season as well - and by that, Virginia more or less meant that he was a normal. All of them enjoyed the trivial parties, void of Mamushkas and rousing games of Wake the Dead. It was nothing in comparison to the raging celebrations the Crypts hosted.

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Maeve Brennan

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Location: Inn in Annan
Skills: Deception

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Maeve listened to Lady Kirkpatrick, unable to help but smile slightly. The woman had confidence and spunk - something that Maeve couldn't help but admire. She had never had a strong female role model in her life. Her mother hadn't ever been someone that Maeve felt close to, and once her mother had fallen ill, she became just another obligation Maeve had to attend to. Her sister-in-law, Mary-Clare, was probably the only woman in her life that was willing to fend for herself. Once the girl came for Maeve's order, Maeve gave her her order - nothing too fancy, but enough to be filling.

However, Maeve had to hold her tongue as Lady Kirkpatrick told her what her obstacle was - that she had to want things for herself before she could get it for others. It wasn't like Maeve could come out and talk about her membership in a formidable Irish gang - or that no matter what, she'd always put her daughter's needs before her own. She would starve herself for Roisin, take a bullet for Roisin, drown for her - whatever it took for her daughter. If she could give Roisin her life so that way she could hear, she'd do it without question. "The ones yer sponsor?" Maeve asked, intrigued.

She couldn't help but be curious - especially of an opportunity. She didn't know what sponsorship entailed, but maybe Lady Kirkpatrick would sponsor her daughter. She'd gladly turn on the clan that hired her, just to give Roisin the chance of a proper and decent life. She ultimately didn't care who gave her the money she needed to get Roisin to a school for the deaf in France, as long as her daughter got there.