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Congratulations to the cast of the Gifted, we just finished our RP after almost four years! Excelsior!
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It's official - accepted an offer and I am going to grad school next year! :) #DrMorose
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Bio


Age: Mid 20's
Birthday: May 15
Ethnicity: Irish & English American
Pronouns: She/Hers
Major/Minor: Chemistry
Occupation: Graduate Student
Languages: English, French
Current Bio Theme: Beelzebub / Good Omens
Previous Bio Themes: Lorna Dane; Sylvie Laufeydattir; Ahsoka Tano; Harley Quinn; Mood Board / Wanda Maximoff; Bernadette Rostenkowski; Fiona Goode; Sally; Scott Lang; Felicity Smoak; Nico Minoru; The Frost Triplets; Gertrude Yorkes; Violet Harmond; Clint Barton; Lorna Dane; Selesia Upitiria; James March; Tony Stark; Olivia Moore; Harley Quinn

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Virginia Crypt


Location: Nottingham - Stable
Skills: N/A

Virginia nodded, stepping up to Mary's horse and taking her hand, thankful for the help in mounting it. She had the relatively easy task of just trying to stay on the horse and while it wasn't entirely pleasant, due to her lack of experience in riding, she had no doubt that it was far easier than conducting either of the steeds. She nodded at Mary in confirmation as she asked about the path that she had seen the injured child on. "Yes, the road to Manchester," she confirmed verbally.

If they could not help Millicent, Virginia had just about every intention currently of making Millicent a widow. She cared for her friend deeply and if Millicent would not choose to save herself, then Virginia would make the choice for her. At least as a widow, Millicent would have some elevated respect in society. And while her family was not as violent as some would believe, such as the Talinks, she had no objections to staining her hands red with Lord Rutherford's blood. It would be a form of community service at the end of the day.

And perhaps a dress rehearsal for what she would do to the persons who threatened her dear brother's life.

Maeve Brennan


Location: Kirkpatrick House
Skills: Deception

Maeve paused to answer Lady Kirkpatrick's violent question until Charles was out of earshot. Her motherly instincts were kicking in and she didn't want to expose him to her answer - namely, that she wouldn't mind at all to do that. It would be all a means to an end, one in which Roisin would have the education and life that she deserved. "I fend it a bit violent, but if it needs ter be done then it needs ter be done," Maeve answered, once the boy was out of earshot. "Bit av a waste av rope, though." She had to imagine that even though it was the victim that was torn apart, the stress it put on the rope would halve its useful lifetime.

She nodded as Lady Kirkpatrick went into the routines of the house, committing them to memory. It struck her as an awful lot of tea, but she supposed that was how the rich lived. She had set her things down and unpacked what little she had, before she stored her luggage underneath the bed. She was glancing at the sketch of her daughter, before she slipped it away quickly as she heard knocks at the door, keeping it inside of the suitcases. "Aye, come in," Maeve replied.


Cecily Ashworth


Location: Laredo Colombia Solidarity Port of Entry
Skills: Deduction, Knowledge of Chemistry, Knowledge of Biology, Knowledge of Toxicology

If there was any part of her psyche that appreciated irony at the moment, she hadn't anticipated to be faced with her own Kobayashi Maru earlier that day when she asked Natasha about it. She was able to use her training to come to the quick diagnosis that the woman was bleeding internally. If she didn't get her to a hospital, she'd die. And even if she tried to get her to one, there was no guarantee she'd live. Of course, if she tried to save Natasha's life, she might never know what she meant with that one simple word - lied.

Cecily didn't have the skills herself to save her. The seconds seemed to stretch into hours. Natasha was her friend and she cared about her - but she also had dedicated her life to uncovering the truth. And why would Natasha have lied? Cecily had read her as honest this entire time - perhaps she hadn't gotten the proper impression from her or there was something - or someone - Natasha was trying to protect? Her eyes flickered to Natasha's engagement ring and before she was fully conscious of what she was doing, Cecily pulled out her phone and had dialed 911.

"I need an ambulance," she began, giving their exact location. "She's a cancer patient, late 20's in age, seems to be suffering from internal bleeding," Cecily explained. She didn't know anything she could do to help Natasha and she didn't know if she made the right choice - but the heroes in her comics always chose human life. She'd have to find answers some other way.

Iris Kingston


Location: Secret Airstrip in Grimm
Skills: Photographic Memory

Iris was trying her best not to be too in awe of the conveniently timed rain and lightning. It was as if they were living in some sort of film, with the weather matching the ambiance perfectly. She took Ross' hand, limping slightly as she became more and more aware of her surroundings, but she felt like she was in decent shape overall. "Merci beaucoup," she thanked him, trying to smile and stay positive but she was also worried. "Do you know what 'appened with the plane?" she then asked him softly.

She didn't know how to shoot a gun and she shook her head. She knew how to fence, how to play ice hockey, and she was a decent runner - but she'd never even handled a gun before. All she knew was there was something to do with pulling the trigger and aiming. Of course, she also knew how to ski but then again, it wasn't a skill that would see much use in this environment. She hoped that they weren't too far from where they needed to go - though she was worried that Barney's daughter or "niece" had been behind the plane crash.


Beatrice Decker


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

Beatrice stopped in her tracks for a moment, hearing the shout from Alexander that they had company. She had been expecting that they'd run into more Edenites, but it hadn't occurred to her that she should expect them as coming from behind. Of course, if they were behind them and most likely in front of them as well, they'd be entirely surrounded. No matter how much firepower they had, they wouldn't win a fight like that. She glanced in the direction that Thana and Thalia had gone, stepping over there quietly to hear them arming up with more firepower.

She then paused for a moment, as her leg wound felt like it flared up, as if screaming a reminder to her that it was still there. Gritting her teeth, she stayed at the corner she was, leaning up against the wall and glancing on the other side, waiting to see what came down the hallway. It was better for her to remain somewhat stationary, anyways. Sure, walking more was a comfort since it meant the damage couldn't have been too bad, but she knew that Edenites might come down that hallway. Her weapon was ready and loaded.

"I'll stay here, make sure no one gets you two from behind," she told Thana and Thalia quietly.

Jack Hudson


Location: the Buster
Skills: N/A

Jack snapped out of it and he nodded. He didn't know if he had a map on him - he imagined that there was one in the bug out bag, but he hadn't had a chance to check it thoroughly. It would have been just their luck for them to come up empty and find the bag void of the map. However, Ash quickly reassigned him to a different task - radioing the others to say what had happened. His thoughts were on Tatiana as he went through the motions almost mechanically, taking out his radio and seeing who could be reached.

"Hey there, this be Arnco Mills," Jack introduced, surprising himself a little with that choice of syntax, but he had mostly been focusing on making sure the R in Arnco came through loud and clear. "We ran into some trouble, walkahs to our no'th east. Headin' to Moreland now," Jack explained. He was hoping that Tatiana was out there and as he said the words, he figured he could have used to be a little more cryptic, just in case people were listening....but even then, he couldn't come up with a way to correct his own behavior. He just wanted to see Tatiana and he was willing to sacrifice everything in order to make that happen.


Erik and Ellie




Erik was still driving the car, they were almost to where they needed to be. Ellie's words about just killing off the humans stuck with him though, but he didn't say anything more on the subject. He didn't know what to say or anything to change the subject, so he just fell silent. Ellie was just listening to the tunes on the radio, not even noticing that her words had given him so much thought. She had grown up in an extremely religious and violent family. The thought of killing humanity as revenge, for the safety of mutantkind - it wasn't even something she thought twice about.

"We there yet or am I gonnas need to fit myself for a coffin?" Ellie quipped.

"We are almost there Ellie, it isn't much farther now, do not worry, you won't have to do that," he said chuckling slightly at her words. They were very nearly there now, so she shouldn't be complaining for too much longer in his mind.

"Mahogany, by the way," Ellie told him. "Not that ya asked but I figures it's the best wood to be buried in. And where is there again, connard?" Her attention span was incredibly short and she had practically forgotten everything he told her already, besides the fact that they were meeting some contact of Charles'. She was pretty sure the contact was a girl, which made her smile slightly.

"Wonder how you know that... Anyway, there is a CIA building here in New York City, we are meeting her there, and we are almost there now Ellie, so do not worry about being bored for too much longer."

"Nah, now I gets to worry 'bout a bunch of damn yankees tellin' me about how the South was doomed from the start," Ellie joked. Although she identified as a Cajun first and Southerner second, American was in dead last - mutant and ex-Christian fanatic both superseded it. However, she couldn't help but wonder if Charles having friends in the CIA was such a good idea. What if that had something to do with him getting caught up in the program?

"I may not be a telepath, but I know what you are thinking. Moira McTaggert isn't actually with the CIA, she's mainly a consultant who pulled a few strings for us. She generally is in Scotland, but she's been in the States for a while now, so she has some connections to help us out."

"That does remind me, mon ami....Is Charles fake British or real British?" she asked simply. His voice always suggested to her that he had something to do with England, but given that it was his family's estate in New York, she was leaning towards the latter.

"Fake British, he was born here in New York, however he did attend university in England, which is why he has a slight accent."

Ellie cackled gleefully. "I'm so gonna smash his china, mon ami. If he ain't real British, then he's just playin' a show. Like those idiots from Quebec that think they're just the same as us Cajuns."

Erik chuckled more as they entered the main city. Eventually, he pulled up next to a large building. "Well, here we are, see? Told you it wouldn't take too long to get here."


Scott Rydzynski

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


Scott laughed, looking at Cynthia. She was asking him what he suggested? His first suggestion would have been to forget each other's faces and go back to their lives. Of course, given how boring and uneventful their lives likely were - they couldn't all be mercs - he'd then recommend a hearty dose of alcoholism. But the Ginger Girl? He'd tell her to go to college. And stay away from the armed forces. Make something out of her life. She deserved it - he could tell.

"Nothing. I say we do absolutely shit," Scott suggested. "Look, I love crazy plans as much as the next guy, but we don't even have one of those. We aren't even a we, yet. We're just a bunch of freaks who met up in this goddamn pie shop or whatever it is." He huffed, contemplating leaving himself. "Best case scenario, we die and none of this stuff is responsible for it."


Dorothy Pender


Location: Prometheus: Lower Floor: Medical
Skills: Discipline

Dorothy wasn't certain if the proper response was to laugh or to cry at that - it was so typical of Atticus and from her recollection, he started it anyways - and so, she did a small mixture of both. Dabbing at her eyes, she took the rosary and looked at it. She had never held one before in her life, despite seeing Atticus with it from time to time. She ran her hands over the beads, counting them in hopes that there were an even number of them on each "side" before she slipped the rosary into her pocket. "Yes, it was one of the few bibles he didn't throw at me," Dorothy explained quietly.

Had it been another day, perhaps she would have taken the time to sit down and explain the entire book throwing fiasco. But at the moment, she wasn't in the mood to discuss her relationship with Atticus to anyone. She didn't want to have to explain the choices she had made - or as she now realized - the time that she had wasted. If anyone came to confront her about what Atticus had meant to her, she was liable to breakdown fully - to let all of the stress she had been holding in out. And of course, even beyond Atticus, there was still the question of what to do with her sister - and if either of them had a future on this ship.

Fitz Townsley


Location: Prometheus: Galley
Skills: None

Fitz's eyes widened. He was not going to puke on her floor! Though just the thought of vomit made him begin to feel a little bit queasy. He was one of those people who if they saw someone spilling their guts out, he was going to be next - no matter how healthy he was. And there was something about that word too - puke - that made his skin crawl just a little bit. And of course, the more he thought about his aversion to the word, the more his stomach began to churn and Anisa's words were on the verge of becoming a self fulfilling prophecy.

However, he didn't fight Daphne dragging him off. His mind glitched or short circuited or something when she grabbed him by the arm. "I-I-I d-d-don't n-need m-m-medical..." he muttered to her, just following along with her. He doubted that medical wanted to deal with him now, anyways, given that Atticus had just died. He had to imagine that the body was still down there and they would have questions to answer still - or at least, preparations to make for burial. He wasn't really sure what the entire process was - but he knew he didn't need medical. He was always like this around new people.




Present Day - The Castle: December 21st, 12,507 - 3:00 PM

"Ya shouldn't be afraid to tell them off," the bartender advised Sylvi, passing her another drink - this time on the house. He had seen those silver haired twins in here before, though up until a few weeks ago, they were always accompanied by their brother. The man with them - he hadn't seen him before in his life. "Name's Jack," the bartender introduced himself, holding out a hand to Sylvi. "And those two are nothin' but trouble."

"Стари човек Худсон поново долази на нас. Ако је Тате био овде, убио би га," Marya complained to Medea.

"Знам, понекад је досадан, мада можда не смета Татеу да га убије," Medea responded, nodding her head in agreement.

Marya then eyed Myth as she took the makeshift stage, a wicked idea forming in her mind. She already pegged her as someone from the Land of Long Nights and as much as she supported her adoptive father's quest to find love, she couldn't help the words that spilled from her mouth. They had a soft accent to them that most would've only heard had they met someone from the Eastern SnowPlains before. "Sing about the Four," Marya requested. "If you know about them."

"Ooh, good choice," Medea responded with a smile. Bruce did a small double take at the twins, after all, he was pretty sure they knew that entire story by heart.

"Uh, no, not really... They sometimes drive me crazy to be honest..." Bruce muttered, before being slightly glad that Myth had gotten off his lap, and headed over to perform something.

Arya Rincewind & Myrus Silvers

Location: The Palace Lawns

Even with the bluebelle flames, Arya couldn't quite shake the chill from the extremely cold temperatures. It felt as if it was penetrating her bones and she drew her cloak more tightly around her, but it didn't seem to help at all. Her lips were blue and her breathing had become incredibly slow. Her Magyk faltered and Myrus fell, only for Rowland to intervene and take over, stabilizing the levitation Charm Arya had cast.

"Let us get inside Now," Rowland urged, a certain sternness to his voice. It wasn't often that he was strict, but people were already falling ill and the weather wasn't becoming any better. He knew that it wouldn't be long until sunset and on the longest night of the year, witches became even more bolder. Beyond what had already happened, he expected that they would be busy all night in defense of the Castle - especially if the Witch Mothers decided to expand the size of their Coven, stealing little girls from their beds.

Arya nodded, feeling incredibly exhausted as the small group went inside of the Palace. They ended up in the Long Walk, which was fortunate, as the Throne Room may or may not still have Princess Snaera's body on the ground. Jadis and Puck had claimed that they would handle things - but did either of them still have any credibility left, at this point?

The ExtraOrdinary Wizard's eyes flickered towards the gigantic metal gauntlet that was on display, noticing the way that Emperor Taj appeared to have a keen interest in it as well. She made a mental note to make inquiries as to where it had come from exactly. Sadly, the best sources of information would be the ghosts of the Palace - or yet another line of questioning for Marcellus. "H-how is the Prince?" Arya stammered, looking at Becky.

Becky didn't move her attention away from Myrus, pulling various potions and mixtures from her belt and placing them on Myrus' tongue, yet there was no response. "Not well, I am afraid," Becky admitted. "And to think, for this to happen on the day of poor Valda's coronation and sweet Luna's kidnapping...It really is a cursed day," Becky muttered.

"Can you save him?" Emperor Taj asked simply.

Becky looked up at him. "I can try. That is all I can promise."

Not too far away, in Lyra's room, baby Zekarra continued to gurgle happily. Every so often, the baby would send another line of flames at Richard. And fortunately, the product of her flame had not singed Myrus' book for Miss Mavis Moll too terribly. It was still legible, and if Lyra were to examine it closely, she would notice that the writing seemed to have doubled - as if the heat of the flames had revealed secrets hidden within the text.

"Oh?" Asha asked Lyra, feigning innocence. She smiled at the baby dragon, only for her eyes to widen as the baby tried to grab at her necklace. She jumped backwards, only for Puck to laugh at her and smirk.

"Afraid of a baby, Asha?" Puck teased.

Asha's lips thinned. "Not of the baby."

The Port: Port Witch Coven House

Luna was still out cold. The bump on her head hadn't made things worse, but it hadn't exactly made her condition any better. It was probably the most injured and feeble she had ever been before in her life, given the privileged family that she came from. To say that Luna had been sheltered was an understatement. Amarantha was faring a bit better - the stranger's assault on Rhys had broken his concentration, to the extent that his spells ended and Amarantha would finally be free!

"That's a little rapey, not gonna lie. Fella should know what Davey Jones does to pricks like him," Harlianne commented, not lowering her weapons as she glanced at Rhys. She turned her guns on him and fired off two shots - one for each gun - and managed to land one bullet in his thigh. He was lucky they were not Named bullets and she hadn't been trying to kill him - just to incapacitate him for a little while. She then motioned for the others to follow her and set off at a brisk pace for the Port Barge. There were only two people on duty and at the sight of a crazy ginger with a gun heading towards them, with the unconscious princess carried by another woman behind her, they took off at a run.

"M'boat now," Harlianne said with a shrug. It was already set to sail so get in the barge and get going!

Back inside the house, Nera's ghost couldn't help but smile at Fleur. However, the smile was tinged with sadness. "It took me many years to gain control of it, my dear...Perhaps you have the gift for it - or perhaps you will rip a hole in time...No one can know until you try. Feel it - it is an extension of the soul." Nera then put a ghostly hand on Fleur's, nodding at her. It was pretty much the standard advice they would give to any Port Witch attempting a new area of Magyk. Through trial and error, it ultimately would come down to finding the right feeling and then channeling it - usually somehow between rage and serenity.

"What do you want me to do?" Constance asked Fleur. "That little bitch, Valda, is Queen and the ranking Witch Mother of the Wendrons now...All of our kids and a few witches are at the safe house in the Badlands."


Nora Kingston


Location: Museum - Vera's Office
Skills:

Nora thought for a moment, looking at the suddenly startled and hissing cat. It hadn't made any sort of aggressive actions prior to this moment. And taking in Neema's words, Nora looked around her, trying to spot any detail that seemed amiss. They had met up with Josephine and the others prior to the cat beginning to hiss. It only started to hiss once Lady Munn's question had been directly answered by Josephine. If Neema was to be believed, was this somehow a warning from Bast? Or an answer to Lady Munn's question?

As Lauren left the room, Nora crouched down and looked underneath the desk at the cat. She figured Lauren had gone to retrieve a means of luring it out. And then, in order to test a theory, Nora removed the glove from her hand, allowing the brand to be seen clearly. She held her hand out to the cat. "It is alright," she whispered. Had she not been in the middle of testing a theory, she would have risen immediately and faced the newcomer that had been branded miraculously. Had he been designated as a replacement for Haakon? Or were there other guardians being selected?
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@ihinka@BlueSky44@Kirah@rivaan@Nallore@FantasyChic@McHaggis@17th Day@Peridot
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.
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