Morose

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark, Folly Valeska, and Dean Kesseli

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Location: Stark Tower - Top Level

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Dean looked down at his shirt for a moment. There was one small problem with that idea - he felt almost certain his shirt would be destroyed or he'd toss it in the wash, forgetting it had been signed by the Incredible Hulk and the Invincible Iron Man! He wondered if they'd sign it with their real names or their codenames. For Dr. Banner, he was hoping for the codename. Everyone cared about the Hulk, not the scientist that contained that lethal force. And for Iron Man, Dean felt like he'd be thrilled either way. Both Iron Man and Tony Stark were incredibly famous figures - though he didn't quite recognize them as being one and the same.

"I mean, it lets you know that you survived, right?" Dean tried to say encouragingly. He had a feeling that he hadn't made it in the future - with the way Future Pietro had looked at him when he helped Pietro trip him up, it told him a lot. It was the way you looked at a long lost friend - or an acquaintance that you could have just sworn vanished years and years ago. It would've been a shock for him to discover that he wasn't dead in the future - though his gut feeling was correct. He hadn't made it. And just like he coped with the loss of his family by clinging to normalcy and visions of school that were inspired by Zac Effron and Vanessa Hudgens, he was fixating on prom even more now just to try and avoid dealing with the realization that unless this effort succeeded, he'd be dead within ten years.

Folly hesitated, about to go and join Mary in the medical area, but she knew she'd only be getting in the way and she hung back, gravitating over towards Future Pietro. Her hallucinations seemed to be held back for the moment, but she couldn't help but feel a bit of anxiety towards letting Mary out of her sight. What if all they'd managed to do was buy her a couple of hours of life? She bit her lip, trying her best to stay calm. Her medication had worn off and she knew the more emotional she allowed herself to become, the greater the risk of a deadly hallucination. She wanted to keep the images of Boris, her father, away. They always incited her to hurt people.

"How will we know when the future is safe, Palla Latchi?" Folly asked Future Pietro softly.

"We'll know... Thalia can see different timelines, she'll be able to tell..."

She thought about that for a moment, thankful that her thoughts were mostly clear. They had only begun to cloud slightly. "So we still haven't done enough yet, then?"

"Yup..."

Folly nodded and turned to look at the television screen, seeing the news report play. She heard the mumbling as to different approaches O.M.E.N. could take to frame it and for a moment, she wondered if they shouldn't have gone back further and killed Alex when they had the chance to. She and Thalia had met him before, back in Boston. "...We might have made a darker future then..." she whispered. They could have claimed that they were trying to free the children from the X-Men. All they needed was a talented journalist and a few well placed tweets.

Guin was about to walk over to her father, only to make a face as she saw Nina there. She wanted to tell him about everything she had learned - just to see what his perspective on it all was. They thought similarly and maybe, he'd be able to help her wrap her head around it. But as it stood, Guin couldn't decide if she'd rather see Maddie or Nina talking to Tony. Both of them, in her opinion, were completely horrible people. She wouldn't have been surprised if Nina built the Sentinels and sold them out.

"Why can't she just go away and not breathe the same air as everyone else..." Guin muttered to Pietro. Pietro shrugged slightly, "I don't know Guina... But we have to deal with it." She sighed, gripping Pietro's hand a little tighter before she walked on over to her father, catching the tail end of the questions Cassandra and Nina were posing him. Tony nodded at Cassandra. "Yeah, we've got one, it is the phone on the wall over there that is painted red and has a light that flashes whenever there is a call," he explained, gesturing over towards the phone.

Guin glared slightly at Nina, before she gave her father a hug. Despite what some may believe about their relationship, they both cared a lot about each other. They just tended to be brutally honest when it came to emotions, causing them to get into intense screaming matches that ended with them coming to a new understanding. "Hey, Dad," Guin said quietly. She didn't quite like having people here constantly to watch this, but it couldn't be helped. She was used to people staring at her father and interrupting family moments.

"Hey there Penguin, had a rough day from the look of things," Tony said softly, hugging his daughter back.

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock...Do you have a sec to talk in private, Dad?" Guin asked, pulling away from the hug. She really didn't want Nina to be there to hear this conversation. She didn't want Nina to be there to hear any conversation, to be honest.

"Sure," he replied, before moving off to the side, with Guin following him. She bit her lip slightly and rocked back and forth on her heels, trying to think of how best to say all of this. It sounded insane. She had seen proof and she still couldn't quite wrap her head around it. "So, O.M.E.N. attacking the school wasn't the only thing that happened...Four people from the future showed up to help us escape...The man with the silver hair? With all the muscles and the cute stubble? That's Pietro from the future where...where apparently we're married..."

"...What?" he said, before looking over at both of the Pietros, glaring. Guin just nodded, not really sure what else to say. The entire situation freaked her out. Yes, she loved Pietro, but the thought of having that big a choice in her life already made for her...It was frightening.

"...I'll kill him."

Guin's eyes widened. She knew her father was capable of it, as long as he had the suit and a bit of prep time. "No, Dad, don't!"

"Why the hell not?"

"...I love him, Dad, I'm just freaking out, okay? If I knew you were going to try to kill him I wouldn't have said anything...Probably shouldn't have said anything in the first place..." she muttered, looking at the ground. It wasn't with very many people that Guin showed that type of vulnerability. She tended to hide her feelings behind cheesy one liners and cheap tricks. But with her father, she was honest. It was their deal.

Tony let out a sigh, "Fine."

"...I don't know what to do, Dad..." Guin admitted, feeling very small.

"Don't worry... It'll be alright."

"...What will be? Because apparently this is the start of an apocalyptic future, where O.M.E.N. tries to wipe out the mutant population and causes the world to end...Where we have to hide like we're in a bad Michael Bay movie and everyone we know dies...Or the fact that apparently I'm going to marry Pietro and I do love him but I'm scared that if I stay with him it'll be because I know another version of me did and not because I want to...."

"All of it... Don't worry... We'll solve problems one step at a time."

Guin nodded, looking at him. "Okay, Dad," she replied softly. Tony gave her another hug, before he pulled away, walking back to the others. Guin watched him head off, before she went over to her Pietro and took his hand again. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Guin smiled slightly. She was pretty sure Pietro was fearless. "...Just a heads up, my dad threatened to kill you..."

"...Good to know..."

Hooked on a Feeling

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Guinevere Stark

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"Yeah...Get some rest, okay buddy? Once you and Guin are discharged, we'll see about getting you someplace a little less...public..." Banner mumbled. He was thankful that the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were managing to keep any unwanted visitors from coming into the room. He knew Tony loved the attention - and that apparently, he had been eating it up when Sterns spotted Lance in the first place - but Banner preferred to stick to his corner and sit it out. The less people knew about him and Lance, the better.

"I know I'm not coming to help, Dad, I was joking..." Guin mumbled, trying to shift again only to whimper once more as she disturbed her injury slightly. However, she was trying not to let on that she was mildly freaked out at the thought of staying in the Malibu house by herself. She and Lance had been kidnapped when they were less than ten feet away from Tony. She didn't like to imagine how bold and reckless Sterns would be if he went to them at the house. Maybe he'd actually just kill her that time, in order to tie up loose ends. She nodded, trying to keep her brave face on. She didn't want to admit the mild anxiety disorder she had been developing, what with all of these constant abduction attempts. It was easier to just laugh in the face of danger than admit how much it terrified her.

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 - 1:30 PM

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Asha let out a bit of a gasp, fully coming to her senses. Sometimes, she acted purely out of instinct. And yet, she had not assumed that another would do the same - a stranger nonetheless. She looked at Lyra again, as if she was seeing her for the first time. "Thank you...I owe you a great debt, noble warrior," Asha said with a smile, ignoring the fact that her Magyk had ultimately deflected the orb. She placed a delicate kiss on Lyra's cheek, before she turned her attention to Malekith. As the orb of Darke energy struck him, it seemed to eat away at his life force.

"We will do what we must, Atkin, to protect our Queen and our home," Arya answered, stepping in between his line of sight to Malekith. She did not want him to witness such a gruesome fate. He was beyond the reach of any Physik Arya feared. A young Physik woman, Julia Moriss, managed to break through the crowds, crouching down next to Malekith and she administered several potions, but it was without success. Malekith was dead, despite her best efforts.

Peter Wylie looked at the body with grim satisfaction, stepping over to it and covering Malekith's face with his cloak. He didn't want any of the young children present to bear witness. Queen Valda was just a child as well, despite her new position as leader of the Castle. Arya paused, not certain what to say as to Malekith's ultimately self inflicted death, before she cast an Expel and a rush of air hit the draconic illusion, blowing the red dragon away as it crumbled into dust and dissipated. "And as for your lessons...I believe we may begin your Darke week earlier in your apprenticeship than is normal."

Rowland frowned, gripping Myrus' shoulder once he saw his former apprentice had taken care of the illusion. "No, my boy, that is not the case," Rowland warned. He did a quick MindRead and saw the presence of a young girl he had not seen in years - Esren Carlan. She had been a candidate for the ExtraOrdinary Apprentice, after Peter Wylie had left for the Eastern SnowPlains. "Nerse, I command you to leave his mind! Out!" Rowland exclaimed, his hands shimmering with a purple glow. Myrus stumbled backwards as his head cleared and within the Palace's walls, Nera's nose bleed subtly, having been so forcibly evicted from the young prince's mind.

"My queen, I do not wish to trouble you with more grave news, but it appears a witch has attempted Concilium on your brother's mind," Rowland said. Myrus sat down on the ground, looking dazed and a bit pale. Concilium was generally seen as a Darke art, one that witches excelled at above all else. Those with the best results at it tended to claim heritage from the Eastern SnowPlains or the Land of Long Nights.

"Please, allow me your highness," Arya said, holding her hand in front of her as she traced what seemed to be a compass rose in the air, making unwavering eye contact with Myrus. It was not as strong as a physical SafeCharm, but it would give him resistance to further mental incursions. All of those of Magykal learning would know how dangerous it was to tamper with someone's mind. In cases where the individual had a family history of mental illness, it almost guaranteed that it would develop at one point or another, sometimes even months after the event.

She then turned to Cuyler, a slight blush on her cheeks. She had noticed how he had moved to protect her from the dragon. And as much as she wished she had time to ponder its implications, she had a duty to the Castle that had to come before any affairs of the heart. "Please, do tell," Arya said to Cuyler, wondering if perhaps he had seen something not of Magyk before that could give such perilous results. She knew the Land of Long Nights had many secrets - perhaps this was something from that land?

Jadis, meanwhile, couldn't help but cackle. She had been relatively silent as she and her brother stared at the body. Puck seemed almost disappointed that his prized deputy hunter wouldn't get a chance to impress the new Queen with her skills. "He should have heeded your advice far sooner, my sweet," Jadis said with a grin to her surrogate daughter.

Within the Palace itself, Nera wiped away the bit of blood that had pooled out from her nose. "We must not tarry. I believe some wizard has learned of my intrusion into the young prince's mind," she explained. If only Myrus' sibling had been so fortunate when Nera used her similarly. "No one to follow, no one to know - our path will vanish as if covered in snow," Nera recited, casting a simple anti-tracking spell. Medea and Marya were beginning to fidget, annoyed at being in one place so long.

"Хајде да идемо већ, сви ће само причати и разговарати и разговарати док сви не умремо!" Marya insisted with a huff. Her sister nodded in agreement and in the blink of an eye, they had transported Nera, Fleur, and Rhys to the doorsteps of the Port Witch Coven. The twins were bouncing lightly on the balls of their feet, not even out of breath from a lengthy run that they had undergone in less than a second.

"Зашто си га зграбио?" Medea asked her sister, only for Marya to shrug.

"Осећала се као да би изазвала неку драму овде, досадно ми је."

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

@Lady Amalthea Just letting you know Blue, Fantasy, and I are going to be collabing Fitz/Jackie/Daphne this round.

Experiment X

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Eliette Theriot

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Location: Xavier's Mansion

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Ellie was standing in the corner, tossing a marble up and down. As it went up, she'd speed it up and cause it to nearly hit the ceiling, slowing it down just in time to prevent it from doing so. She'd then give it an incredibly slow descent, throwing another marble up in the process until she was practically juggling them. Today was a good day for Ellie. Or in her mind, a positively brilliant day. She had been one of the longest ones living at the mansion, having arrived exactly two weeks ago. She noticed that Charles was irritated sometimes with her grammar - or lack thereof - and that Erik was amused by Charles' irritation.

She also had figured out all of the best places to go sock sliding in the mansion and had found that if she jumped on Charles' bike and gave it a subtle push in momentum, she could control its speed in order to do trick riding. It had resulted in her crashing into a tree and being covered in scrapes and bruises, but she hadn't cared. It had been fun! She couldn't help but roll her eyes - which were currently a brilliant red - as Charles suggested people would need help with their abilities. That didn't apply to her. She had learned how to control her powers the hard way on the streets, using them in order to get by.

"Bien sûr, mon ami, mutants ain't gonna feel welcomed when they're treated like shit," Ellie pointed out. Her tone was light despite the weight of her words. She herself had nearly been burned at the stake by her brothers. "And I'lls be goin' with Erik, think I've got a handle on my powers."

Hooked on a Feeling

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Guinevere Stark

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Banner let out a sigh of relief, seeing Lance wake up. He couldn't help but smile softly at his son, giving him a quick hug and kissing his forehead. "Yeah, buddy, it's me...We're at a hospital," he explained quietly. "Sterns hit you with a massive dose of radiation, you're...you're lucky to be alive..." he then added, his voice breaking. There were tears in Banner's eyes just thinking about that. And even though Lance was safe, he was still determined to kill Sterns. It was just a matter of when.

"Our next job?" Guin asked, raising an eyebrow. She tried to push herself up into a seated position, only for it to aggravate her injury and she whimpered, abandoning the effort. As much as she wanted to tease her dad about his choice of words and use it as further evidence that she was indeed the youngest and newest member of the Avengers, she didn't quite have the energy to do that. Her wound had required stitches and they had given her some pretty decent painkillers. She was still worried it'd mess with her sobriety, despite her father's reassurances. "...Dad, wait, you're going to kill Sterns?" she then asked quietly. "That's dark...I thought superheroes had a no kill policy...though you technically killed Uncle Obadiah..."

Hooked on a Feeling

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Guinevere Stark

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"SON DIE, YOU DIE!" the Hulk threatened, poking Tony in the chest and sending him stumbling backwards. The beast let out another roar, before he began to decrease in size to a panicked, stressed, and exhausted Banner. Banner stared at Tony for a moment, about to say something before he took off at a run down the hall, going to where Lance was. He shoved the doctors aside, not even stopping to explain himself as he got to work. It didn't take him very long to realize how lucky Lance was. That much radiation would have killed an ordinary person.

He gave a silent word of thanks to the Hulk, pretty certain that the genetics he provided were the only reason Lance had survived that. Eventually, after a grueling half hour, Banner stepped away from Lance, wiping the sweat off of his brow. He was stable and should be feeling much better. "...Buddy?"

"...Dad, is Lance going to be okay?" Guin asked quietly in her room, coughing but no more blood was coming off.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Nancy Parker & Andromeda Aldrich

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

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Nancy just nodded at Gilbert, returning his brief exchange in Sumerian with one of her own₁:



She didn't speak in Sumerian very often, yet she often would think in it, as much as she wished it was otherwise the case. It was an old habit, given that it was the tongue she learned before she became conscious of what she was: an Emendator. She then glanced over at Sophia, feeling a bit disappointed on her behalf. She hadn't encountered a Crypt in her timeline? She couldn't help but be mildly shocked. The death and decay in Georgia would have appealed to one that came to mind in particular, though she supposed she could always make the suggestion to her. If she was here, she doubted the other one would be too far behind. Or ahead. Just a matter of perspective.

"Well, the Crypts are easily the best bloodline I've ever encountered," Nancy explained to Sophia, not giving any sort of qualification as to where that statement came from. She then grinned as she received the small trinket. She always adored getting brought gifts from different times and places. In fact, it was often something she requested whenever someone left the loop - that they bring something back for her. "Oh, you shouldn't have," Nancy commented, accepting it and looking it over. "Maybe one of these days they'll get it right...Though I do like the portrayal of me in some of the 21st century films."

Andromeda however was just looking at her with wide eyes. So she was the woman that her brother had spoken so much about. "So you were there, then...At Altsoba..." Andromeda said, not meaning to be rude and dismiss the questions others had, but it was blowing her mind. She hadn't met very many people who had survived the tragedy of Altsoba. In fact, if memory served, she only knew five in her lifetime. An unbeknownst to her, all five had died not too long after she had. "Sorry, I'm...I'm Andromeda Aldrich, Walter's half-sister," she then explained.

She wasn't too keen on voicing out loud that her brother had summoned the devil, though she was curious to know if the Emendators had been aware of that. Or if it had been something that they weren't supposed to interfere in, something that was just supposed to happen, meant to be. She then glanced around, knowing that Walter had said the witch he visited was rather keen on family. Had Walter met Paradoxes and Emendators before? Were some of these people present at Altsoba when the world nearly ended?

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🦄 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's eyes widened, nodding with intrigue as they mentioned the woman with a blank face. She could not help but have her suspicions. Could that have been Millicent? She doubted it - Millicent had never been described as such, yet it was possible...no, she doubted that the man could have broken her so soon. She frowned, wondering if Manchester was within distance of her techniques. Of course, such a cowardly action of running from the Soulless would match Lord Rutherford's techniques.

"Are you aware of the physical distance between our present location and Manchester?" Virginia asked Mary quietly, hinting at her notion of attempting to run her soul ahead to catch a glimpse. Perhaps even just diverting their course, if they were not in range, would allow her to eventually be placed in the general area she would need to be. She just needed to be close enough to see Millicent - or to see evidence of her presence. She then smiled and gave thanks to those who had answered their questions, waiting for Mary's confirmation before retiring to the room, knowing that a glimpse ahead would be of great aid at any rate.

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Maeve Brennan

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Location: Inn in Annan
Skills: Deception

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Initially, Maeve couldn't help but think positively towards Lady Kirkpatrick's sponsorship as an alternative for Roisin - but as always, nothing worth wanting came without a price. She didn't want Roisin to have a debt to be paid later in her life. She wanted Roisin to be free of all of that. She knew that her daughter wouldn't have a perfect life - she was deaf - but she didn't want Roisin to be saddled with obligations on top of her disability. She had a creative and imaginative mind. She would have been so happy and proud to see Roisin become an educated young woman, marry for love, and write books about the beauty of the Irish countryside.

"Aye, me lady," Maeve agreed, nodding as Lady Kirkpatrick headed off. She finished her own breakfast quickly, having made the decision to commit to her initial plan for Roisin. Unless the situation soured drastically, she'd avoid the sponsorship possibility. Once finished with her breakfast, Maeve went up the stairs and collected their things, taking them down in loads she could manage and setting them into the carriage. It took her only a few trips before she had the task completed, giving Rory a small smile once she saw him. She hadn't quite decided yet if she was still cross with the bumbling "father."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: B&B in Mexico
Skills: Marvel Universe Knowledge

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Cecily's dreams had been rather strange. She dreamt that she had been at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters, enrolling as a student. But before her paperwork could be processed, Caesar and Natasha had shown up. Natasha wanted her to go with her and become founding members of a new division of X-Factor, complete with government sponsorship. However, Caesar was offering membership in the latest version of the X-Force. And while she had ultimately picked to go with Natasha to join the X-Factor, since Natasha promised Jessica Jones would be there for some reason, she had felt incredibly guilty about not going with Caesar. When she woke up, however, the only detail she remembered of the dream was that Caesar had the ability to teleport by ash and Natasha could control reptiles.

When Natasha checked her wound, Cecily's thoughts were still partially on her dream. It was preferable to think about the dream than the events going on in the real world. And irritatingly, she couldn't remember what her own super power had been in it. For as big as comic geek as she was, it was disappointing. She ate a small bit of the breakfast that had been provided for them, giving Natasha a smile. "So...we're doing the second act of Logan now then..." she commented, referencing Logan escaping back into the United States with Xavier and X-23. She just really hoped that neither of them ended up dying and being buried just before they crossed over into Canada - of course, that wasn't their destination, but still. She had to make the reference.

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Private Plane Heading to Grimm
Skills: Photographic Memory

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Iris knew that her brother had to be worried sick about her, even though she had sent him a text that she would be leaving California for a little while. She hadn't given him any information beyond that. She didn't want him to make a fuss over her and fly from England to have an "intervention" of sorts. She had spent most of the plane flight in silence, trying to get what little sleep she could. She generally didn't have an issue when it came to sleeping on planes, but for whatever reason, this time she did. No matter what she tried, she just couldn't fall asleep and stay asleep for longer than half an hour.

Iris had finally been about to drift off to sleep when the pilot's voice came over the intercom, informing them that they'd be touching down in an hour. At this point, she decided to give up sleeping entirely. There wouldn't be much of a point, since with her luck, she'd finally hit a nice sleep right when the plane began its descent. She stretched her arms out, before she bit her lip. Hopefully they'd find Cynthia and Jaina and they were alright. Cynthia's mother likely needed mental help as well. Of course, Iris wasn't even sure if the current psychiatric system in this country wouldn't do more harm than good.