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Present Day - S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy: August 14th, 2020 - 10:10 A.M.

"Really? What are the odds of that?" Mary said with a shrug. Lance was a somewhat common name, so the odds weren't that poor, but still, it was a little weird to her.

Jim shrugged. "Not sure. I'm bad at math. More of Fitz-Simmon's area."

"Well, it doesn't really matter. The name isn't totally uncommon, so it might just be a coincidence. So, what powers are we dealing with? Would help to know that."

He pulled out his clipboard, figuring that they'd go bed by bed. "Agent Reed first," he explained, going over to the Supervising Officer. "Dermal armor and season manipulation - she's a mutant." There was evidence that a bit of her IV catheter had actually become stuck in Cassandra's skin, but thankfully S.H.I.E.L.D. had designed it to degrade in the body harmlessly just for this sort of situation.

"She can rot for all I care... Not much you can really do to control or block the season thing anyway... Whose next?"

Jim raised an eyebrow. "I'm guessing there's a story there..." He then moved onto the next bed, looking at Agent Bautista. She reminded him a lot of Agent Reed's younger sister, Carolina. "Agent Bautista here is another mutant. She got sense enhancement - where she hyper focuses on one and loses another - and psychometry."

"Senses thing is pretty easy to deal with, psychometry, try not to focus on one thing, though wearing gloves or something so she isn't constantly focusing on one object or being directly making contact with it would probably help. Next?" Mary said as she placed a pair of gloves next to Niah, ignoring the part about the story between her and Cassandra.

"Agent Nikolova," Jim introduced, moving on to the next one. "Another mutant....Jesus, it's like Fury made his own X-Men team...Anyways, she has something they're calling tranquil fury and then a concussive roar."

"I feel like that is out of jealousy for me not having the X-Men do the dirty work for him anymore. Tranquil Fury she should be able to control, concussive roar should be fine as long as she doesn't raise her voice too much, next?"

Jim couldn't help but chuckle at that. A lot of people tended to try and deify Fury - but he was a human being, just like everyone else. He had his flaws. And one of them Jim had seen a lot of recently - such as his pettiness. He didn't doubt at all that Fury would specifically leak the rumor that Quicksilver was in love with Iron Man in such a manner that it would get back to Quicksilver within the week. "Agent Abercombie - our first non-mutant," he added with a chuckle. "Get this, she's inhuman with the power of...this is mildly terrifying which is why I have to make myself laugh while I say it...mind control."

"You can't do much about mind control, though any sort of device that can block a telepath should be able to block her powers," she said simply.

"Yeah, just hoping that villainy and mind control don't really go hand in hand....Agent Kelley, mutate, telekinesis," Jim then said, looking at the large Scottish man sprawled out on the bed. "They used gamma radiation on him, like they wanted to make the Hulk..." Jim sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry it's just...this entire project is messed up."

"Yeah, I know that it is... Telekinesis, telepathic block like a telepath should stop their powers, needs to make sure not to lose control of their emotions before they learn to control it..."

Jim nodded. A lot of this was just general advice - he wasn't sure how many of them they'd actually have to distribute items to at this rate. However, that was likely for the best. The less special aids needed, the better. "Rivera is inhuman as well, with the ability of portal teleportation."

"Pretty self explanatory... Doesn't really require much in order to be able to do that, so nothing to worry about there."

"Hale here is a mutate with telepathy - and I'm guessing you'll say something about devices that can block a telepath," he said with a slight smile. "Or maybe noise canceling headphones or something..."

"A lot of people have made devices to block telepaths, Magneto's helmet instantly comes to mind, others actually just have strong natural mental defenses to defend against those sort of people..."

Jim couldn't help but grimace when she mentioned Magneto. He was hardly a fan of the Master of Magnetism. It seemed like no matter what anyone did, Magneto was always slipping through the cracks, managing to restart his gang of thugs, and then bring new levels of terror to the world. There were some days when he wondered why Magneto hadn't just been given a death sentence, rather than a prison stay, whenever he was brought into custody. He had similar thoughts about Magneto's children - all of them more psychotic than the last. "Novikova," Jim began, nodding at the silver haired girl. "She's another mutant, with dimensional energy perception and earth manipulation."

"Figured someone would have something involving sight..." Mary said as she pulled out a pair of what looked to be black sunglasses with red lenses. "I raided a bunch of the old stuff we had. One of Cyclops' old pairs, if it can block his optic beams, bet it can block her powers," she said as she set them down next to Novikova, "The other powers shouldn't be that big of an issue."

He shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine, kid," he admitted, as he walked over to the next bed."Agent Smith here, she has life-force and power absorption. Another mutant. She reminds me a lot of...what was the name...Rogue, right? From the old team of X-Men?"

"Yeah, a lot like Rogue actually, though without the super strength and flight that she permanently zapped... Anyway, pair of gloves should do the trick," she said, pulling another pair of gloves out and setting them down next to her.

"And maybe a note to avoid Carol Danvers," Jim said with a laugh. They were almost done going through everyone and they stopped next in front of the appropriately named Agent Sparks. "If you guessed she's a mutant, you'd be correct. Sparky here has flight and electricity manipulation."

"Sparky is a good nickname for her, fitting if those are her powers. Flight might take a little bit to get a hang of, but these," she said, pulling out a pair of gloves made from a somewhat rubber material, but definitely weren't your standard rubber gloves, "Should prevent her from accidentally zapping anyone until she can control it."

"She's also an electrical engineer," Jim couldn't help but laugh, as they reached the second to last bed. "Agent Johnson, inhuman, density manipulation - from what we can tell, it only applies to herself and not other objects...But who knows how long that'll last, right?"

"Well, not much you can do about that one, that power is pretty simple and self-explanatory," she said simply.

The Framework: 20 Minutes Remaining

Team Glitches (@Peridot@17th Day):

Guin Stark's eyes finally managed to focus as her fever broke and she started to shift, feeling around to see if there was anything to break her bonds. Her hand curled around a ballpoint pen that one of the workers must have dropped and not cared enough to grab. Glancing around, she realized that none of her fellow hostages would be fighting Quicksilver anytime soon. They all had been hit with inhibitors, preventing them from using their powers. "Pietro, you don't need to do this..." she said hoarsely. She knew that they wouldn't be able to distract Pietro - and even if it looked like he didn't see them, he easily could have just moved too quickly for them to observe and spotted them. "Come on, we can listen to Toto together again..."

Sami would pick up the following powers currently. Any previous powers he detected aren't coming through, unless noted on this list:

  • Super Speed - Extremely dangerous and powerful, almost at max potential
  • Chlorokinesis - Extremely dangerous and powerful, well developed, always holds back
  • Pyrokinesis, Cryokinesis, and Thermokinesis - Raw power, not much development
  • Astral Projection, Astral Suggestion, Possession - Powerful, highly skilled

Pietro stared at Guin for a moment, before he froze, his body did a slight glitch almost, freezing and skipping for a moment, before it was back to normal. "What song?"

She hesitated for a moment, as if the Framework was calculating the odds behind which song she'd suggest. The entire room seemed to be glitching slightly, as people were suddenly going out of phase and out the window, it rapidly changed from day to night to day again. If Sami and Griff were waiting for a distraction, this would be it. "...The Turning Point?" Guin whispered.

"Sou--ike f-n" he responded, his body was still glitching out, his voice was started to glitch as well.

Mary was still somewhat out of it, but she was managing to focus somewhat, it wasn't helping much though. She noticed that Guin seemed to be able to distract Pietro somewhat, which was probably a good thing. The others there seemed to be there to help, though they clearly couldn't hit anything at all, though to be fair, it was hard to hit a speedster.

Allison appeared to still be out of it, but with the glitches happening, Allison picked her head up and stared at the two SHIELD agents who failed spectacularly. As she did so, her head turned at an awkward angle that probably would have broken a real person's neck had she been real. As she spoke, her voice was a mix of the real Allison's voice plus a computerized tone. "You have `20` minutes before the virus is unleashed. Failure is not an option." After that, Allison's head slumped forward, as if she were asleep.

Carolina sat there, she appeared to be glitching a bit as well occasionally her body would flicker or twitch uncontrollable as if she was demonically possessed for a moment before it would stop. "W- could -ave fun -ike old times again." Carolina's voice was glitching out as well, she would look at both Sami and Griff as well as Pietro.

Team Abercrombie (@FantasyChic@ihinka@McHaggis@BlueSky44@Nallore):

Up until Tinley's bout of mind control, only Sparky had managed to get a decent hit on Sabretooth. His hair (fur?) was standing up as if he had stuck his hand in an electrical socket - which he very well might have done. He was about to get up and go on the attack again, when he suddenly stilled, sprawled out on the ground. "Pfft. Ya bastards. I'm sorry for attackin' ya or whatever." He then growled, as if he was trying to fight giving Tinley more information but he couldn't. "And ain't ya the authorities?"he grumbled. "Hostages are on the top floor. Quicksilver defected back to us, he's guardin' 'em." He then sat up and glared at Tinley.

Dominika Novikova


Framework Location: Lab Front Entrance
Skills: Dimensional Energy Perception (Passive), Earth Manipulation

Novikova's eyes widened, seeing blood dripping onto the floor from out of nowhere. It was pooling and clinging to Agent Johnson's arm, allowing everyone to see a rough outline of it. Lizzie's illusion must not have grandfathered in the blood. And currently, only Agents Reed, Bautista, and Johnson were free from it. Agent Bautista would manage to get together a pretty good bandage for Agent Johnson, but unfortunately, Agent Johnson had already lost too much blood.

Novikova yelped as suddenly, there was a dead body on the ground. "...Thank god this is a simulation..." she muttered, looking at the fallen Agent Johnson. In the real world, Agent Johnson would wake up in the medical bay all of the sudden, completely fine. Agent Kennedy and Marygold Isley were in the room, while Agent Ridgeway looked over at Johnson and shook her head. "Fury wants to talk to you," she said bluntly.

Lizzie couldn't help but laugh. "That was a dumb way to die, now wasn't it, baby?" she whispered. "Too bad Witchy isn't here to join in..."

Novikova focused again, trying to see where the others were but she couldn't. Rivera was still knocked out on the ground still, though she was stirring slightly, so she might wake up soon. At any rate, Novikova is the only member of the team that currently cannot see, as even Kelley regained his sight. She turned her head and remembered a show she used to watch - Avatar: the Last Airbender. She reached out and felt the pressure from Lizzie in the ground. It was in the same general direction as her highly irritating voice.

"I really hope you're rotting in the real world at the Raft," Novikova said bluntly, before she stomped her foot and the ground around Lizzie shot up, slamming the small Brotherhood member into the ceiling and knocking her out. Novikova was suddenly able to see again and she let out a breath. "....Virus, then?" she said to her companions, looking around.


Jenna Westbrook

Location: 052 Forrester Drive


Jenna shrugged. "Honestly, this town is basically the same ten surnames recycled over and over again. I wouldn't be surprised if most of these people are third cousins," Jenna muttered. She turned her head as there was a series of knocks on the door, just nodding at Lydia as she finished her water. She wasn't quite sure what sort of mood Abe would be in when he came through the door, but she was calm and uncaring. Her mind was focused on the work and that was solving this case. She had already figured out who abducted Riley - the main question now was where she was. And she had even solved the death of the Mayor to completion, essentially. After she had all of the facts, it'd just be time for some good old vigilante justice - followed by a swift location to Philadelphia, under a new name - Jenna Rydzynski.

Jenna opened the door. Her face was calm and steady, her expression neutral. "Demon is in the basement. First door in the hallway, take the stairs all the way down." She didn't look scared or alarmed in the slightest. She then stepped aside to let them in, refilling her water glass and taking another long sip of it. Had she not figured Abe would want to talk to her, she would have left already to go look through yearbooks and photos of people in the city, in order to try and figure out who the demonic hosts were.


Virginia Crypt


Location: Inn in Nottingham ---> Stable
Skills: N/A

"She sounds a delightful woman," Virginia replied softly, hearing of Mary's Matron of the Dead. She could not help but be curious to learn about the saint. Virginia liked to think of herself as a student of the dark forces, of the macabre - and as of such, a Matron of the Dead was something that sparked her curiosity. She made her way with Mary across the road to the stables, eventually spotting the Grand Duchess with Myshka and Cassius. For a moment, her thoughts went back to her own dear companion - a bloodhound named Ripper. She had every intention of bringing him with her on her later journey, in order to truly and properly Seek Life Elsewhere. She was certain that the Circus would be instrumental in that.

"Elizaveta, I was not able to find much using Sokw," she explained. "There is a chance the man rushing off, eager to marry, that I heard talk of may be Lord Rutherford - but I am not sure," she added, before she explained the scene she had witnessed with greater detail. She didn't want to waste time. While she could quickly look in a radius of 50 miles, traveling such a distance took considerably more time. Virginia had a guess as to the reason why Millicent was doing all of this, being her best friend, but she did not accept Millicent's logic. Even if she were to spare a sibling by marrying Rutherford, she could not marry every uncouth man in London to spare her siblings.

Maeve Brennan


Location: Kirkpatrick House
Skills: Deception

"Do ye now?" Maeve replied to Charles, giving him another smile. "Me brothers an' I loved swimmin' as kids too." Of course, she hadn't actually had much time to swim as a child. On special occasions - namely birthdays - she would have a spare moment to go and swim at a small pond by their home. Her youngest sister had nearly drowned once, but Maeve had always had a talent for swimming. There was something cleansing about it, as well - as if the pond water just washed away all of the work and chores and made her mother's illness just a little bit easier to bear.

She continued to walk up the stairs with Charles, unable to help but overhear the conversation between Lady Kirkpatrick and her nephew. Maeve shook her head slightly. "I can what yer mean, aboyt 'ims lackin' wits," Maeve told Lady Kirkpatrick, continuing to move just as prompted. "If ye'd like, me lady, I can toss 'er oyt. Won't be any trouble," Maeve then offered. While she herself wouldn't have turned family away, she wasn't here in order to make presumptions about Lady Kirkpatrick's lifestyle. She was meant to observe and nothing more. And if Maeve was to be honest, she'd throw anyone on her father's side of the family - or even just someone acquainted with him - back to the greet the Soulless rather than allow them to stay in her home indefinitely too.


Cecily Ashworth


Location: Laredo Colombia Solidarity Port of Entry
Skills: Driving (car)

Cecily always had a slight habit of holding her breath whenever crossing a border and her items were being examined. Of course, this habit didn't factor in the reasoning that both her and Natasha benefited from a healthy amount of white privilege in the crossing. It had been originally a game that she and her brother played - if they could hold their breath when going into another country, they wouldn't get selected for a more thorough search. She returned to normal breathing once they had been swiped through, about to smile and ask Natasha for directions for where to head to next, when she turned to see Natasha beginning a huge bloody coughing fit.

"Got it," Cecily agreed, pulling the car over as soon as she saw a space on the shoulder to do so. She turned on their hazards, just in case. She doubted they'd be needed but she wanted to be careful, anyways. Putting the car into park, Cecily didn't turn it off, figuring that whatever climate control the car could provide, Natasha would be in need of it. At least they were back in the United States, so they could take Natasha to a hospital if she needed it. "How can I help?" she then asked softly. She wasn't sure if there was anything that she could do for her, but she saw Natasha as a friend and wanted to be able to help her recover from this coughing fit as quickly as possible.

Iris Kingston


Location: Secret Airstrip in Grimm
Skills: Photographic Memory

Iris had never seriously considered the fact that she'd ever be on a crashing plane before. She knew that the odds were greater that she'd be in a car accident and yet, she took Ubers all the time and never had any fear, beyond that the drivers might turn out to be a descendant of Charles Mason. The descent struck her as being a bit harder than was normal and when they crashed into the ground, Iris realized in retrospection what the descent had really been - the start of a crash.

Her thoughts were jumbled and disorganized as she went through the motions, freeing herself from the effective seatbelt and stumbling to her feet. She could have had a gigantic piece of metal in her leg and she might not have noticed it. Her brain had gone into some sort of hyperactive almost zombie like survival mode, allowing her to focus on her one goal of importance - getting out of the cabin. She stumbled her way forward and got out, avoiding pieces of the private plane that were in her way. Perhaps even ten minutes later, if someone had asked her to describe her surroundings, she wasn't sure if she would have been able to do it - even with her photographic memory.

"Monsieur Ross?" Iris called out, slipping to her second mother tongue.


Nancy Parker & Andromeda Aldrich


Location: Ville au Camp - Room 200 Room 109
Skills: N/A

Andromeda had locked the door to her room, as she sat down on the bed and closed her eyes. But despite how tired she was, she couldn't find sleep. It continued to elude her. Out there with the others, it had been easier to think of her life as a dream, a distant memory. She could fixate on the others and the strange events that they boasted from their timelines. But now, alone by herself, her mind was free to wander. Closure was generally something meant for the living, not the dead. And it was still something that she felt she needed. Or at least, wanted so much that she couldn't distinguish it from a need.

What had happened to the others after she died? Did they prevail? Or one of these days, would she see them here - dead just as she was? Andromeda knew that everyone had to die eventually - it was just how the universe worked - but she hoped that she'd never see any of them here. At the same time, she hoped that she did see them again at Ville au Camp - that she could ask them what happened and finally get closure. Her life before may have felt like a dream, but it was one that she wanted to revisit.

Nancy was having a difficult time sleeping, but for an entirely different reason. She was filled with crazed energy and each time she jumped on the bed, glitter shot up and glistened in the air around her. Nancy regretted not having a record player or something in her room. This would have been amazing for a dance party. She twisted back and forth as she bounced, grinning madly and just having the time of her life in general.

But eventually, even Nancy ran out of energy and she flopped down on the bed, glitter covering her face. Her heart rate eventually calmed down to a normal level and she let out a yawn. If she had been Gio, she would have known exactly what time it was. However, to Nancy, such things didn't matter. If she was sleepy, she went to sleep. If she was bored, she played a prank on someone. If she wanted candy, she stuffed her face with sweets. And at the moment, sleep was calling for her as she rolled over in her bed, making herself into a burrito with the blankets, and began to dream.


Beatrice Decker


Location: Eden - Woodhallway before Adamms Wing
Skills: Pistol, Stamina

"Bit of an odd trophy to take, but sure, why not," Beatrice quipped, subtly declining any assistance. She didn't need to lean on him in order to survive. Thana was still trucking and so would she. It'd be a bit more than a few bullets to keep her from walking. And the last person she had let herself lean on slightly, the last one she cared for and left to go support - well, he ended up dead. She recognized the issue with the lack of easy exits and she couldn't help but feel in her gut that they were still walking into a trap. That had been horrible danger - but it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

She turned the corner, walking with Alex and she spotted Thana and Thalia up ahead. What she didn't see, however, were more members of Eden. Maybe Thana and Thalia had cleared them all out. Maybe the Edenites were all gone. But she didn't feel like either of those were likely options. Instead, she half expected them to stumble into a stronghold of Eden's, with thirty Edenites prepared to kill them all with a variety of projectile weapons. Or knowing how insane and sadistic these people seemed to be, swords or just restraints, for future extended torture sessions.

"Quickest exit point might be death," she muttered under her breath, trying to push through the pain.

Jack Hudson


Location: Outside the Arnco Mills Safehouse (E10) - the Buster
Skills: N/A

Jack had climbed into the cab, taking the single fold out seat. He had the medpack and the bug out bag he'd grabbed stashed on the seat next to him. Seeing Tiffany in front with Ash for a moment, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. He was supposed to be Newnan's second, its security lead - but then he had to remind himself that Newnan didn't exist anymore. They were just a group of people now. Any titles they had gone by went up with Newnan in flames and collapsed with the buildings.

He glanced out the window, spotting the beginnings of the massive hoarde and his heart sank. It might have been rational or irrational, he wasn't certain at the moment, but he couldn't help but imagine Tatiana out there, all alone, about to be run over by that hoard. He bit his lip, certain that he was never going to let her out of his sight again, once he found her again. And when their kid was born, he wasn't going to let that baby out of his sight either. He was going to helicopter to the point that it was ridiculous and annoying. Of course, there was a slight silver lining. If they hadn't found Ash and the others, Jack doubted the janky car they had found would be able to make it through this storm of the undead.


Folly Valeska

Location: Stark Tower - Top Level (Floor 93)


Folly lifted her head, looking up at Future Carolina. Normally, Carolina had kept her distance from her - especially when her grip on reality was beginning to fade. She didn't understand why her attitude had suddenly changed, just with the temporal relocation. Maybe she was trying to be a better and kinder person - or maybe seeing Coventry had caused Carolina to remember exactly why Folly's brain was the way it was. Either way, it didn't change the fact that Folly didn't feel close with Carolina, nor did she feel comfortable discussing her illness with her.

"...I'm fine..." Folly whispered. Her eyes flickered over towards Charlie as he left the room, seeing the look of rage on his face. She wrung her hands some more, her thoughts going back towards the incident with Remy LeBeau. Of all of the acts of violence she had committed in her life, that was the one that Folly regretted the most. The people that she killed - she felt guilty for those acts, for the red she had accumulated in her ledger. But attacking Gambit and nearly killing him - that haunted her and kept her up at night. He was someone she had known, rather than a faceless stranger.

"Nu fi la fel de prost cum te uiți," Folly whispered under her breath.

Dean Kesseli

Location: Stark Tower - Top Level (Floor 93)


Since he had finished with all of his calls, Dean wandered back over to the main area, just in time to catch some pieces of the conversation. Nina seemed to want to revisit the topic of what to do with all of the kids, which confused Dean slightly. Hadn't they already covered that and decided to keep them at Stark Tower for now? Were they just talking their way in circles? It reminded him of trying to negotiate things with his baby sister, Carrie - okay, she wasn't actually a baby but she had a habit of circling back to the start of a negotiation, as if the entire thing hadn't happened. And he wasn't crazy, he was fairly certain of that. He remembered Mary and the others saying to keep the kids at Stark Tower.

Not wanting to participate in a cyclic conversation, Dean gave Mary an encouraging smile - she had been a member of the original X-Men team and while she was stressed, he was certain that she'd be able to get them out - he went over to where the others were watching the news. Sitting down next to Carolina, he noticed that the Hulk's son was over here as well. "Nothing helpful seems to be on," he observed, frowning a bit. But then again, the news was hardly ever news these days, in his opinion. Just endless echo chambers.

"How many mutants do you guys think are in the country?" he couldn't help but ask. He had to imagine they were all scattered, comprising too small a number in any given state to actually get a decent voting block in. It didn't matter if they had a million mutants, if they were all scattered. Region mattered more than people in the United States' voting system. The only other thing he could think of doing would be to call every Senator and Representative currently in Congress and ask them to shut down O.M.E.N., to shoot down the MRA. But with the current political climate, he knew it'd be an uphill battle at best.

Guin Stark

Location: Stark Tower - Top Level (Floor 93)


"I'm not blind," Guin snapped, hardly enjoying being called that. She was also starting to get a bit nervous and stressed about the prospect of meeting with Jakobsen. It seemed like extinction of an entire race was the name of the game when it came to missions. The last one she had been on, it was about preventing humanity's extinction. And now, it was mutants they had to worry about. She wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't just about mutants - but about anyone that wasn't seen as normal. They'd come for the Avengers eventually, she was certain of it.

She bit her lip, looking over as Mary headed over to the elevator. She had never felt so stressed to see the elevator come when called for. There were so many unknowns at play and while she was impulsive by nature, she couldn't help but feel afraid. They were changing the future, yes - but that didn't mean that it would be a better outcome. For all they knew, they could easily be making things worse. "...I guess I should be going then..." she told Pietro quietly.

"Yeah..." Pietro said, before pulling Guin in for a kiss.

Guin returned his kiss softly, thankful that she didn't switch with him by accident. Her powers were connected to her emotions and she still didn't have the best control over them. She pulled away and glanced around the room for a moment, seeing that her father had gone already. "I love you...And if something goes wrong and I don't come back, tell my dad I love him too?" Guin whispered to Pietro, looking him in the eye.

"Nothing will go wrong, you'll be fine Guina, don't worry."

"We can't really know that," she whispered, before she gave Pietro a hug. She knew that she ought to hurry up and run on over to Mary and the others that were leaving, but her fear was getting the better of her. What if this was her giant wormhole in the sky? What if this was her Battle of New York?

"Get going Guina, don't worry, pretty sure the speedster can get you out of there rather quickly if you need to, sounds like he's been outrunning Sentinels for years."

"...Yeah, Muscles seems pretty fast," Guin said, before she kissed Pietro softly again. She had to stand up on her toes in order to do it and she looked at his gorgeous blue eyes for another second, before she went and joined Mary and the others in the elevator. "I've got a bad feeling about this," she muttered under her breath. The Star Wars reference was indeed intentional.

Future Pietro raced over in a gust of wind, and was standing next to Guin. "...Don't tell me the odds," he said in response to Guin's Star Wars reference. She couldn't help but smile at that.


Scott Rydzynski

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


"Hell, I've got plenty of friends, princess!" Scott interjected. "Betty, Supernova, Little Red, Wanda, Peach, Sparky, Vanessa, Charlie, and Princess," he listed off, ticking his fingers with each one. Of course, he wasn't referring to real people. No, those were the names of his guns. They all had names and personalities and he preferred their company greatly over anyone he had met so far that day. They all kept on sounding like a group from a YA sci-fi movie and that wasn't what they were. He wasn't here to make friends and they certainly were not all in this together.

He let Gideon punch him, smirking at the boy as he left the shop. It was always nice to get a little rise out of someone after a hard day. He was convinced his day had peaked that morning, when he woke up in bed with the lovely Jade. "And Ginger's right - we got shit to work on. A face is nothing. Not like any of us are aspiring sketch artists and even if we were, how the hell do you accurately describe a face? Even a name isn't much. Go on Facebook and there's a shit ton of any name you enter. Honestly, we're best just forgetting this all happened."


Dorothy Pender


Location: Prometheus: Lower Floor: Medical
Skills: Discipline

Dorothy glanced up as Jahosafat came into the room, hoping that he hadn't heard any of her speech to Atticus. It was something private - and while she supposed she could have just thought it, something had just felt right about voicing those feelings aloud. She didn't notice that he had fixed up his appearance, her mind more focused on the present - and what could have been. What if she had acted on those feelings of jealousy the night before, at Lady Luck's? What would have happened if she went to speak with Atticus privately, the night before? She didn't like having regrets in her life. She wanted to be able to stick to her decisions and review them as being the right call later on.

She accepted the letter from Jahosafat, staring at it for a moment. "Thank ya - I trust you found his will?" she asked. She then didn't want to wait a second more to find out what the letter said. She made up her mind she was going to read it and that was that. As she opened it and she read its contents, she couldn't help but tear up and laugh softly at the same time. As infuriating as the letter was, it was perfect. And at the same time, it broke her heart. Her stubbornness and impulsiveness had gotten in the way of her happiness again. If he wasn't dead, she would have punched him. And even then, she was considering it still.

"Wǒ ài nǐ, sīshēngzǐ," Dorothy muttered under her breath, quietly enough that no one else could hear. She then took a breath, trying to compose herself as she folded the letter up neatly and placed it in her pocket.

Fitz Townsley


Location: Prometheus: Galley
Skills: None

Fitz couldn't help but be completely gobsmacked when Anisa mentioned what had happened. His mind went into overdrive as it began to make sense. When he had been hiding underneath the bed, in terror that Daphne's sister and the Captain would come to rip him to shreds and feed him to expensive purebred pets on Osiris, Atticus had died. He was the first person that actively talked about anything like science and math on the ship. And while Fitz couldn't help but mourn a friendship that never was, he couldn't help but become more and more aware of his own mortality.

He wasn't even thirty years old yet - and sure, Atticus had been hitting the booze from what Anisa said - but could that be him in a few years? Or even in the next week? Daphne's life had been threatened at gunpoint the night before. Were all the vacancies on the crew from people who died? He gulped, tapping his fingers on the side of his head nervously. He couldn't help but wonder if they all had died, one after the other, and if that was a common sort of thing on this ship. He could tell that Anisa was shaken up about this too and it was reassuring to know that it hadn't been murder.

But for the boy scared of his own shadow, of the monsters hiding underneath his bed, he couldn't help but feel more and more paranoid. He loved people, but his social anxiety got the best of him. And in this moment, he wasn't afraid for himself - he was afraid for these people, who he had come to consider his friends. They were the ones who sat down and played a board game with him after Lady Luck. Daphne was the one who he had talked through the night with. In less than a day, he had had more meaningful moments of human interaction than he had had in his entire university career on Osiris.




Present Day - The Castle: December 21st, 12,507 - 2:45 PM

"Ох, Бруце, ох, како је прекрасно име! Име које може најбољег хиљаду империја! Ох, узми ме сада слатког принца!" Marya mocked with a laugh, having moved away from Bruce and his new girlfriend with her sister. Her eyes kept flickering over towards Sylvi as she contemplated just what she wanted to do to her. She doubted her adoptive father knew anything about how to care for a woman - or even interact with one, despite the fact that he grew up with three sisters - each one more irritating than the last, in Marya's opinion.

There was a flash of silver and suddenly, Sylvi would find that her bag was gone. Marya dumped out its contents on the table with her sister, looking at the songs with interest. "Uh..." Bruce said, his face turning red, before he noticed what the twins were doing. "Hey, stop it you two, or I will make you." he threatened in their direction, before he looked at Myth again. "Uh... Sorry about that..."

"Добро, убојство," Marya muttered. "Сумња да ваша девојка жели да види како позовете црну рупу изнад главе. Оставља косу." She then snickered, but she wasn't making a move to return the items that she had stolen with her sister. Instead, she kept on sifting through them, figuring stop it meant no more - he didn't tell them to return the papers, anyways.

He let out a sigh, "Give her back her things, now Marya, Medea!" he snapped at them, he was known to have a little bit of a temper, and they were started to practically yank it to the forefront. He took a deep breath, managing to calm down. "Those two are so hard to keep up with," he whispered to Myth.

"Без обзира, њене песме су ипак глупе. Сва најбоља музика је направљена прије еона. Видео сам барови једном да извршим убиство извођења слатких снова. Само добра музика коју сам икада чуо." There was another flash of silver and Sylvi's things would be returned to her, and if Sylvi turned to look, the twins were now looking around with boredom.

"Be nice Marya..." he said.

Arya Rincewind & Myrus Silvers

Location: The Palace Lawns

The sun has not yet begun to set for the Castle, but the temperature has been steadily dropping. Ceremonials robes and outfits will not be enough to keep out the chill much longer. During the Coronation, the sun was high in the sky and the temperature was at its highest. Snow had begun to fall steadily again, contrasting brilliantly against Arya's dark hair and the temperature had plummeted to a chilly 20 degrees Fahrenheit (or approximately minus seven degrees Celsius, for those using the far superior metric system).

Arya had started to shiver, pulling her coat around her. The chill felt like it was eating into her bones and she whispered a Charm under her breath, a bluebell flame appeared in her hand. It didn't burn her but it helped to give a tingling sensation to her cold fingers. Atkin would also begin to shiver. Perhaps Wizard Tower had softened him slightly - either that or his robes were beginning to fail to protect him from the elements. (Everyone else outside on the Palace Lawn would be feeling fine).

Myrus wasn't shivering from the cold and while for some, this would be seen as a good sign, any well versed in Physik would recognize the danger. His attire was hardly keeping him warm but more importantly, he was soft. He was a fourteen year old child, raised in the Palace. He never had to want for much, and while the loss of both his parents was a hardship, it hadn't given him the resiliency he needed to withstand the cold. He wasn't shivering because his body's heat regulation systems had shut down. His mind was in a full out panic after Nera's assault and his fingers were still tingling, with the strange mutant power that had been awakened in him.

He turned his head slowly in the direction of the voice that he had heard. It was the wicked man from before and Myrus bit the inside of his lip. His lips were a light blue shade as he stared at the ghost, something inside of him snapping. "G-go away you undead b-b-bastard," Myrus mumbled. He had never sworn before in his life.

"I have read every book in the Pyramid Library - at least, all of the ones that have not been Concealed," Arya told Atkin. "But if anyone has information on mutants in the Castle, beyond the dragonness or Cuyler, it would be Uncle Marcellus." She then paused, shifting the bluebell flame she held to her other hand, in an attempt to spread the warmth. "Yet Queen Valda is right - perhaps the dragonness would not mind explaining. However, Atkin, I do agree....We need to get Myrus to a Physician."

Myrus looked down at Thia, tempted to reach out and pet her yet simultaneously afraid that she would explode if he touched her. He didn't understand anything Cuyler had mentioned - gods? He had been raised like most in the Castle with a fairly agnostic belief set. Perhaps there were beings out there - perhaps not. They celebrated the Summer Solstice largely because it was the day no trees of the Forest could cast shadows on the Castle - and the Winter Solstice as the ending of a year.

"There should be a Physician on call for the Royal Family," Arya explained. And as if on cue, Myrus collapsed to the ground, out cold.

"I will go fetch them," Emperor Taj volunteered. He sprinted into the Palace and a few minutes later, he returned with a wild looking Physik woman. Her white robes swept the ground as she came out, with her hair a dangerous mess. She saw Myrus on the ground and she shrieked, running over to him.

"Becky with the good hair?" Rowland muttered under his breath. They had gone to the Purple School together at the Ramblings. Of course, now wasn't the time for chitchat as Becky crouched down next to Myrus and Arya cast a quick spell, Myrus floating up horizontally as if on a stretcher. "Oh, my poor boy, what have they done to you..." Becky murmured.

Meanwhile, back inside of Lyra's quarters, the little baby - intended to be named Zekarra by her parents - stared back at Richard, giggling. She then went achoo and a small ball of flame came out of her nostrils and hit Richard, setting his hair on fire. Baby Zekarra laughed at the sight of her father with a handsome fiery hairdo, before there was a poof and she shifted back into the happy gurgling dragon. She wanted her mother, however, and she sent a bit more fire at Richard, breaking his grip and then half flew/half fell into Thalia's arms. She shifted back into a baby and clapped her hands happily, looking up at Thalia.

Lyra would manage to smother the flames, though a great deal of her things had been burned and would need some repair. Asha couldn't help but ooh and aww at the adorable baby. Even Puck, a generally unpleasant and manipulative person, couldn't help but grin at seeing the adorable bundle of joy. (And this was a man who quite literally stole babies away from their families and forced them into enslaved service).

"Your baby is so cute!" Asha gushed.

The Port: Port Witch Coven House

"Pfft, men," Harlianne scoffed, shaking her head at the serious of ridiculous acts that unfolded. She had seen plenty of crazy things in her lifetime, but one thing always remained constant - men were idiots. And as much as she disliked royals, she did love getting paid. "Right then, luv, if I'm takin' ya to the Castle, best be on our way then, init?" Harlianne said, before she eyed the Port barge. It'd be faster to just steal it, rather than rigging up her own ship which would take a while and her crew was off lunching.

Unfortunately, Luna has about the same constitution as her brother. Harlianne was motioning for the girl to follow, just debating as to whether or not to shoot the prick that was on top of the poor falling woman, when she noticed Luna tip forward and slump unconscious. It was just as cold at the Port as it was at the Castle, yet it felt much harsher due to the sharp winds that had begun to pick up. They'd be experiencing a blizzard soon enough. "Wotcherself, girl," Harlianne chided, before she pulled two pistols and held them out at the ready, looking at everyone assembled. "Anyone who ain't here to help the little miss get to the Palace, bugger off. Or eat lead."

Back inside of the house, Nera's ghostly form continued to Appear to Fleur and Fleur alone. There was much that she had to explain to her - but there was one task that she had to ask, before anything else. "There are many things about me that you do not know," Nera began. She then reached out, putting her hand on Fleur's and Fleur would feel a chill. "For ages, my family has protected and guarded the artifact in your hand...If you use it properly, you can command time itself. You could even reverse death..."

Nera's voice drifted off as Constance entered the room. "Wendron Bitches are gone - mostly dead, one was a coward and ran," she informed Fleur. "We can stay at my son's house while we're cleaning the mess and rebuilding here," she then offered. Her son, Antonije, was actually the older brother of the twins, Marya and Medea. None of them were her biological children. She had adopted Antonije after their parents died and she had always meant to take in the girls, but it never worked out.

"I doubt the Wendron's have a leg left to stand on. They're finished. It's our time."
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