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STATUS: Two 4+ year long RPs completed within 20 days of each other - now THAT'S what we're talking about! 1 yr ago
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1 yr ago
Current Two 4+ year long RPs completed within 20 days of each other - now THAT'S what we're talking about!
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1 yr ago
Congratulations to the cast of the Gifted, we just finished our RP after almost four years! Excelsior!
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4 yrs ago
It's official - accepted an offer and I am going to grad school next year! :) #DrMorose
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4 yrs ago
Congratulations to the Gifted for hitting 500 IC posts and to Darke Magyk for completing the RP! Excelsior!
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4 yrs ago
I graduated from college today~
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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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In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Cecily Ashworth
Location: Sidewalk Across the Border
Skills: N/A
Cecily could appreciate the sentiment, but she wasn't actually Rogue. She wasn't part of the most ill fated mutant romance and she hadn't once absorbed the psyche of Ms. Marvel by accident. She didn't even know if she would qualify to be a Morlock. Maybe if she was lucky, she'd be able to survive Thanos' snap - but beyond that, Cecily didn't think there was anything special about her. The closest thing she had to a noted trait would be the ability to find herself getting deeper and deeper into whatever this mess was. Wallace had died so soon. And then Natasha after him - what was to say that she wouldn't be next herself? She wasn't a badass like Caesar - she wasn't famous like Riley.

She was...just Cecily. "I...I...I need t-t-to talk to Dr. Strange's fiancé first..." Cecily stammered. Her breathing was coming by a bit easier, after she admitted to Roy how terrified she was, but the fear was still there. She couldn't help but look over her shoulder every minute, expecting to see the nuzzle of a gun. "...Bye..." she squeaked as Roy hanged up the phone. She looked down at the phone, feeling completely lost even though she knew what she had to do. She needed to break this down into baby steps. Step one was to stand up off the ground. Step two was to find a way to get to the airport. Step three was to check for information from Lincoln. Step four to send that on to Roy.

But step one felt completely impossible and she gave herself another minute to just breath, holding her head in her hands.
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Peridot
The Bus - Hassenstadt, Latveria Region, Serbia: August 30th, 2020 - 1:00 P.M.

@FantasyChic: Raynor glanced over at Tempest and shrugged. This was his ninth year working in the field out of the academy. He had gone through Operations and maybe that was why he was so cocky as he walked from the Lounge into the Command Center. There was a glass barrier of sorts in the shape of a crescent, but it didn't do much to keep it separate from the Lounge beyond a Hey, this is a new area! sort of vibe. "Agent Abercrombie, you wanted to talk with me?" Raynor asked, his hands folded behind him. In this close proximity, Tinley would be able to notice his necklace. His thoughts were a bit more difficult to hear than they had been a moment ago.
Dominika Novikova
Location: the Lounge (Level Two) --> Cargo Hold (Level One)
Skills: Dimensional Energy Perception (Passive)
"I wouldn't protest," Novikova whispered back to Maria, smirking slightly. She rolled her eyes at Sami, but the shades she wore all of the time prevented anyone from seeing. Only Maria was close enough to look behind the lenses and see the distinct eye rolls and sarcastic glances of the one and only Dominika Novikova. As the others went to go get geared up, Novikova considered going after Sparky, but she figured that her friend wanted some alone time. And as Tinley announced that she wanted to speak to Raynor in the Command Center - an area right next to the Lounge without much of a barrier - Novikova decided to clear the area.

She went down the spiral staircase, heading to the cargo hold. There were grey bins filled with just about any weapon that an agent could want, but it wasn't the weapons that Novikova was after. Or at least, not entirely. She grabbed the kit of drones, figuring those would be useful for any sorts of infiltration, as well as a multipurpose toolkit. They combined easily into a sleek black backpack of sorts that she slung over her shoulder. She grabbed a comm device and put it in her ear, the wiring wrapping around to make it secure.

However, the one thing she wanted above all else looked entirely unremarkable. It was a watch, something Agent Fitz had drawn up based on the watch Agent Stark used to use - only this one was weaponized. It had scanning capabilities, infrared sensors, and could deliver a shock to an enemy if in close quarters. However, when Novikova tapped it twice, a solid holographic shield emerged with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo. Shield combat had been something she managed to pick up, but she was more hoping this invention would keep her from getting shot. "Thank you, Agent Fitz," she mumbled, tapping the watch twice again and the shield collapsed.

There was then another announcement over the intercom - "We are currently flying over the woods outside of Hassenstadt. If you look to your left, you'll see the so called Mt. Doom. Anyone need to throw some jewelry inside? No? Get ready, we're landing in a secure location in ten."
In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jack Newnan
Location: Headland: E. Main Street (E7)
Skills: Athletics, Survival, Russian
He had dreamed about his reunion with Tatiana regularly, using it as a piece of hope to center himself. He never had imagined it quite less like this - but her kiss stirred things in him all the same and he nodded. She wasn't the same person he had married about a year ago - but at the same time, he wasn't the same person she had married anymore. He didn't hesitate to nod in affirmation. Hell, he wouldn't bat an eye at torturing the sons of bitches that kidnapped Jamie. He watched and waited as Tatiana struck, his heart clenching for a moment as he heard the sound of a baby crying - it had to be Jamie.

With his baby right there, he wasn't going to risk firing off his gun - and he only had four bullets left. Jumping over the roof of the car with all of the fabulousness of a Disney prince, he went for the man that had Tatiana pinned to the ground. It was one hell of a struggle, with Jack barely managing to get a hold of him, but his wife and child were one hell of a strong motivator. Eventually, Jack managed to get his arms around the man, despite the fight he was putting up, and he lifted him off of his wife. However, lifting a struggling man was by no means an easy feat and the two of them stumbled backwards, creating a Car-Jack-Foe sandwich against the orange vehicle. He wasn't able to shove him off or anything quite yet, but at least he was off of Tatiana.

"Prinesite yemu nozh, solovey!1"
Beatrice Decker
Location: Quincy: Inside House (D13)
Skills: N/A
Beatrice kept in her dominatrix pose throughout the gritty and messy ordeal, watching Thalia carefully. She knew that she'd pull through this - Thalia was strong. She was a Gonzalez, whatever that was supposed to mean, Beatrice honestly didn't know but it seemed to be important. Once the job was done, Beatrice got off of Thalia and off of the table, doing a few light stretches on her legs. She then pushed a bit of stray hair out of her face, raising an eyebrow as Thana went off - only to return with a can of O's.

"Got it," Beatrice acknowledged Thana. It made sense and she'd take the job seriously. Manny was an emotional mess at best and Alex was missing a limb. Thalia hadn't even woken up yet, but she also joined the limbless category. She walked away from Thalia for a moment, retrieving her bow from where she had left it, before she came back over and looked at the three left with her. "Anyone who makes any idiotic choices will become target practice," she then said simply. She never had quite been put in the leadership role before, but it seemed like something Thana would have said. Beatrice was used to either being the lone wolf or being a pack member - never the pack leader.



In Darke Magyk - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee@LadyRunic@Dragoknighte@KazAlkemi
The Port - Four Months Ago...
"Excuse me, but you are going to die in there," a little girl with a cute yellow dress informed the two teens. The older - a towheaded boy with shadowed blue eyes - just scoffed at the girl, motioning for his girlfriend to follow him inside. She was dressed in a faded and worn witch's cloak, likely purchased at a secondhand store, and her hands were covered in various rings. All of them had been promised to her by a traveler to contain genuine Magyk and serve any budding witch well - but none of them were real.

"Are you sure it's still here?" Anathema - called Annie by her friends - asked with curiosity. Her ginger curls seemed to provide just about the only light in the shadowed halls. Terrence - the boyfriend - nodded, snickering at her.

"Are you scared, Annie?" he asked, striking a match and lighting a torch. Her eyes were brown, yet they had started to turn blue - ever so slowly. His own eyes had turned blue about two months back, having previously been a boring black, as if his pupils were filled with dead beetles. Anathema punched his shoulder, nearly causing him to drop the torch.

"I told you, I'm not scared Terr," Anathema interjected. "So where did it happen - the fighting?"

"From what my mom told me, everywhere," Terrence replied. His mother was the head of the Port Authority and never really struck that proper work-life balance. She hadn't even realized that Terrence had been regularly sneaking out in the middle of the night, practicing Magyk and attempting to summon from the Other in the old Port Witch Coven house. He'd taken to keeping his hair long, long enough to hang over his eyes and help to obscure their new shade of blue that resulted.

"Hey, check it out!" Anathema said, pointing at something that seemed to be stirring upstairs. She ran up the rickety staircase, some of the wood rotten from the blood and about to fall off. The insects weren't helping at all, doing a number on the place. No one would purchase the home due to the history and it had become a property of the Port Authority.

"Good eye, Annie," Terrence said with a grin, hugging her from behind and giving her a kiss as they entered what had been Malekith's room. There were blood stains all over the place, but most of the implements Malekith had owned were removed and sold at auction. "This is where the Wendron Witch Mother died," he whispered in her ear.

"Say more horrible things," Anathema replied with a grin. Her eye was drawn to something like dust on the floor. She broke out of her boyfriend's arms and knelt down, running her hands over the dust. It had a strange quality to it - it moved like sand, yet she could feel energy and life coursing through it.

"I think I figured out how she died - Jadis," Terrence explained. Anathema didn't look over at him, just running her hands through the sand. She didn't hear a single word that he said, all of it turning into just noise as she continued to play with the strange substance. "Annie? Are you even listening to me?" Terrence asked, stepping forward and resting an arm on her shoulder.

Anathema turned and gave him a smile. "You shouldn't have done that," she whispered, before she gathered up the sand on her palm and blew it at him. As if it was deadly acid, Terrence began to dissolve before her eyes, until he too was reduced to sand. Anathema picked him up, scooping his remains into her hands as she started to play with them, her eyes glowing pink. She too then disintegrated into nothing, the sand swirling around the room before it burst out the window and headed into the night air.

"They never listen..."
Langatóftir - Four Years Ago...
Nestled within the mountains, there was the village of Langatóftir. To the west and down the slope was the sea, allowing many to travel and become traders, selling their wares to various countries - yet the Small Wet Country Across the Sea above all else. To the east, the mountains climbed ever higher until they sloped down into a valley, revealing the seat of the throne of the Land of Long Nights - the city of Fljotshverfi. But Langatóftir's more practical neighbor is Skogarstrond, practically its twin if such a thing were possible for settlements.

And while it's proximity to open waters on its western side has been a blessing for those who wish to become traders, today it is a curse. Two hours after the sun has reached its peak in the sky, the Fjándmaðrvǫllr arrive. They hold no legends and no stories, none recognizing their work behind the destruction of nine villages in the Land of Long Nights. If it were not for their own sense of pride, they would not even have a name to rally underneath.

"Herrer, du vet hva du skal gjøre," the leader, Grimhild, said simply. "Ikke la noen historier gå."

"Ja, heks Messias," one of the men responded, before the raiders descended upon the unsuspecting village. Unlike movies and films where such attacks are romanticized, it is anything but kind and romantic. Driven on with supernatural strength, as if the gods had meddled in the outcome of the fight, every warrior Langatóftir could produce fell to the blades of the raiders.

The women and children were not so lucky. Those with the more merciful fate were simply killed. Others were defiled prior to this, with each attempt to stop it falling upon deaf ears. The Fjándmaðrvǫllr were thorough, ushered on by their leader. Her piercing pink eyes surveyed the scene, as she instructed her men to grab the valuables and torch every building once it had been cleared - regardless if some person was still inside.

By the time the Fjándmaðrvǫllr withdrew, holding some of the women as pleasure slaves, the village had been desolated. Unbeknownst to them, Cuyler Eysteinsson had survived. Others returned to the village days later, in order to trade, only to find it reduced to ruins. One of these was the brother of Ravyndra Locke, a traveling bard by the name of Myth the Muse.

Eventually, as word reached the crown, King Alvis came to the conclusion that Reykjarholl, a village known to be a respite for the dredges of the Land of Long Night's society, had been responsible for the raid. All abled body men in the settlement were beheaded. And the Fjándmaðrvǫllr remained as less than legend.
Present Day - The Castle: May 4th, 12,508 - 9:00 AM
No one will be getting a character specific update here this time. I trust you all so you are allowed free reign on how you wish to start your morning. If you have any questions, please reach out to ask. General details have been included below for events of interest. Character specific updates will resume next update.

It was the dawn of a new silver age for the Small Wet Country Across the Sea, with the Castle finally experiencing some much needed stability. After Nera Hawthorn had been exposed as the murderer of Queen Meliscente, ExtraOrdinary Wizard Arya had helped Queen Valda to spread the word about the horrific deeds. The scribes of the Manuscriptorium wrote pamphlets on it, and while public opinion about Queen Valda is hardly the best, they no longer think she committed matricide.

Instead, the most common criticism of the new Queen of the Castle is that she is wild, young, and inexperienced - the polar opposite of Queen Meliscente in every way imaginable aside from eye and hair color. Perhaps surprisingly, only the Alchemists seem to have no quarrel at all with Valda, proclaiming her to be a breath of fresh air in these dark times - especially with all the Magyks coughing up blood left and right lately...

The Port Witch Coven - now reformed as the One True Coven - continues to be a formidable threat to the Castle. More and more witches and warlocks are joining its ranks, claiming that Fleur is the messiah that witchcraft needs now, more than ever. Some gossip that this mysterious Sickenesse can be only cured by the so called Witch Messiah and will be used for some deadly purpose. Others whisper in low light about the return of the Supreme - and of course, those from the Land of Long Nights look to the heavens, hoping that Nova will come down and cure their loved ones of their ailment, while cursing Halley for this chaos.

Today is a special day, however. At sunset (estimated to be 8:30 PM by Mavis Moll, Senior Alchemie Apprentice to Selesia Rincewind), there will be an open wedding at Wizard Tower, between Myth the Muse and Bruce Banner. The ceremony will be one traditional to the Land of Long Nights and Norse legend, including an exchange of ancestral swords - and a sacrifice to Thor, the God of Thunder. All who wish to attend should be in the Wizard Tower promenade at the end of Wizard Way no later than 8:15 PM. Members of the wedding party should plan to arrive at least two hours prior to the wedding. Bruce's sisters, parents, grandparents, aunt, and great-uncle will arrive before noon and meet the Banner family at their home on Alchemie Way before the ceremony.

Tristan is expected to spend the day in the company of Princess Luna, with the Queen Valda having an appointment with the CHS for approximately noon. It's a routine appointment - more or less a royal check up on one of the Castle's key institutions. Wizard Tower had already been inspected the week prior and the Grand Chamber of Physik and Alchemie has been scheduled for an inspection the following week.

As for the Eastern SnowPlains, news has reached Empress Astris of Prince Tristan's intent to marry Princess Luna. For Princess Luna to accept his proposal would be aligning the Small Wet Country with the Land of Long Nights in the brewing war - yet to reject it would be, in essence, affirming the side of the Eastern SnowPlains and pledging to follow them in battle. Emperor Taj has cautioned Valda to not make this choice lightly - and that while Luna's heart should be considered, so should the wellbeing of her people. The longer an answer can be delayed, the better...Hopefully, by then, tensions will have calmed down.

Skaoi and others skilled in Physik will likely have their hands full. If it isn't the infirmary at the Palace as it was before, it's now the sick bay at Wizard Tower. It's become overcrowded, forcing a tent to be set up on the Palace lawns - the only large green space with access to the river - in order to serve as a supplement facility for others with the Sickenesse.

Arya Rincewind
Location: Wizard Tower - 20th Floor
Arya had finished getting dressed for the day, preferring to start her morning with tasks that did not involve Magyk. To her, it was like trying to walk around without using one's left hand at all. Sure, it was an easy task in theory - but in practice, it was incredibly difficult. Especially since she hadn't let anyone know that she too was feeling ill - to have the ExtraOrdinary Wizard crumble in these times...No, it wouldn't do. She had to put the wellbeing of the Castle before herself.

Standing in the kitchen, she stared at the kettle on the stove. She had been using Magyk to brew herself a cup of tea since she was nine years old and Rowland taught her how to manipulate various appliances. "Come on, it's just a cup of tea..." she muttered to herself. Her head was pounding slightly and she hoped the steam would allow her to alleviate her symptoms some. Atkin she was certain would laugh at her, seeing her debating risking her health further to use a Charm to make herself some peppermint tea for breakfast.

She went and grabbed the kettle, filling it with water before she set it in the fireplace. She had seen Atkin do this a million times - it couldn't be that difficult, could it? Grabbing the tin of tea leaves, she looked at them and the pot, before she dumped them all in. Wiping a bit of sweat that had formed on her forehead off, she then took the flint and tried to spark a flame. Nothing happened. She tried again and again, feeling the exertion of even the modest activity and still...nothing.

"Hotep-Ra's anus," Arya muttered under her breath. Fueled by her own frustrations, she tried to strike it again, this time getting a spark that caught the kindling - and allowed the heating of the tea water to begin. "How on earth do people live like this..." she muttered, shaking her head slightly, only to feel exhausted and sit down in the purple armchair to collect her thoughts for a moment.
Myrus Silvers
Location: the Palace - Attic
Myrus took a shaky breath, sitting on a dusty old crate in the attic. It was one of the few places where no one ever came looking for him. Up against the small window, there was an old servant's bed and he had more or less claimed it as his own. Ever since it had happened, he had felt lost and confused - adrift at sea. The nightmares were cruel and violent, yet nothing compared to the knowledge that every time he touched something, there was a chance that it might explode.

He tentatively picked up the book in front of him. He had gotten it from Larry's Dead Languages on Wizard Way in a rummage sale. Wearing cheap clothing and a cloak, no one realized he was Myrus Marcellus Silvers, the only son of the late Queen Meliscente. He became just another boy in the crowd and he found solace in that. His hands continued to shake as he read from the page. While the Castle did not have much of a religious presence, he had become a believer in the legends of the Land of Long Nights - of gods who could intervene in the affairs of man.

Maybe, if he prayed enough, they might fix him.

"Hail Thor,
slayer of giants and trolls,
defender of Midgard...

Darkness gathers on the horizon
and troubling times lay ahead.
I call to you for strength to face these challenges...

Mighty Thor,
as you defend Midgard,
so too shall I aid you in its defense
standing up for the Earth and its people.

As you stride into Jotunheim to challenge the giants,
may I have the courage to go forth and challenge those I oppose...

As you uncover deception and illusion in your travels,
may I have the bravery to confront those
who seek to harm with treachery...

And as you take great risk to fight for Midgard,
may I persevere in the face of opposition
for the sake of doing what is right.

So be it..."
Antonije Magnisky
Location: Number 40 Alchemie Way - the Basement
Antonije had begrudgingly adjusted to having less freedom than he had been accustomed to - as horrible as Constance had been to him, she more or less neglected him for a good portion of the year. He was able to live on his own, as well as come and go as he pleased. And while it was certainly lonely, Antonije was hardly a huge fan of people. Most people, in his experience, would stop at nothing and spare no one to get what they wanted. The world was filthy and cruel - so why be part of it?

However, as he looked at the warm sleeping creature in his arms, there was the hint of a smile on his face. He wondered what Тетка would say - though he had a feeling that Myth knew that Sylvi had spent the night with him. And that it wasn't by any means the first time. He pulled her a little closer to him, closing his eyes as he kissed her forehead softly. It was easy to see why she was born to rule a country - and his Silvija probably was the only person in the world pure enough to rule.

Silvija, wake up~ he prodded her mentally. However, Antonije didn't release his grip on her or even move to allow her to get dressed for the day. They had time before they'd need to get ready for Тетка's wedding - though, he guessed it was Bruce's wedding too. Kind of.

In Darke Magyk - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jenna Westbrook
Location: the Silver Mine
Jenna continued to walk into the mine, a bit surprised at first by the high density of spirits. Yet, when she thought about it for a moment, it really was to be expected. Mines were dangerous places - even now, she had to be careful to watch her step or she'd end up actually spraining her ankle for real this time. Was it really that out of the question for loads of people to die here and remain behind to haunt the grounds? The symbols stopping and the voice singing sent a shiver down her spine, but she wasn't about to stop.

"Who's there?" Jenna called out, walking in the direction of the voice. She assumed that Lydia would be right behind her, but she wouldn't blame her cousin if she left. She hadn't known Riley, so she had no reason to be in the mine at the moment. Jenna did - this was her first case in her mind and Riley made it personal. "What can you tell me about Asmodeus or Sigfried?" she asked, reciting the names of the two demons. "My name is Jenna....Jenna Rydzynski, I won't hurt you."

In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Professor Walnut
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Front of Manor Outside -> Grand Vestibule (E1)
Skills: Intelligence
Hit Points: 4
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Walnut heard the growling of the docks, the cocking of the gun hammers, and she could feel the chill in the air. It was all exquisite, this sort of morose melancholy that had descended upon them. She wished she could have bottled the atmosphere and saved it for a sunny day, it was strictly speaking - simply divine. And the company, so far, had a few merits. Certainly some of them would have done well to be left out in the cold, but there wasn't much to be done about that. At least, not yet. She entered the manor proper, walking after Titian - so far, he struck her as the most interesting member of those present, yet a quick glance around the room and her eyes caught onto something that told her Titian was by no means the most noteworthy.

She took the chair that Titian had selected for her, giving him a nod of thanks. However, she saw Madam Envy - the coughing woman from before - nearby and her nose turned up slightly. What was it with all of the irritating persons being in her general vicinity? It was a pity there wasn't a chair to get rid of this new nuisance. At least the cougher seemed to have recovered and fallen silent for now - that was a blessing. "This atmosphere is intoxicating," Walnut mused, waiting as well for the Lord of the Manor to enter. And yet, there was another thought on her mind - if Titian were here for the same reason as she, what dark secret was he hiding? What devilish act had he committed?
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Stark Tower (Floor 93): Main Area
Guin bit her lip as they reached the top floor of her home. If Muscles wasn't able to run, then it stood to reason that her Pietro wasn't in running shape either. She couldn't help but feel useless, not having a power that was able to do much of anything in this situation...or sadly, the more she thought about it, any situation. She was the equivalent of dead weight. She glanced over at Muscles - it wasn't even like there was an enemy here with powers that she could try to pull off a switch with. A quick glance around the area didn't reveal much to fight with either - except for a small metal pipe that Magneto wasn't deciding to use.

"When the fuck did Magikarp get here?" Guin muttered, noticing the mutant master of magnetism as she grabbed her pipe. She couldn't help but feel like she was Miss Scarlet, with the lead pipe, in the lounge - about to try and murder a Sentinel. Seeing an opening on one of the Sentinels after Nina attacked it, Guin darted forward and tried to jam the pipe into one of its lower hinges to cause it to drop - but she wasn't even close to getting to the joint before she was forced to back off.

I'm fucking useless here. Her eyes darted around, still not seeing Pietro - or Lance for that matter. Where the hell were they? She could see her father fighting the Sentinels - holding his own, thankfully, she still got scared whenever he fought - but...not her boyfriend and near-brother. "PIETRO??? LANCE???" Guin shouted, not caring if the Sentinels all turned to look at her.

"Calm down Malo Guina... He's fine, I'm still standing here, so calm down, he isn't getting shot at... He probably is helping people get away from here if he can..." Muscles interjected.

"Yeah, well not being shot at doesn't mean safe! I was kidnapped plenty of times and I wasn't shot at - didn't mean I was safe either!" Guin pointed out, her heart pounding. She didn't know what to do to help. One of the hard things about training with the X-Men was that everything was focused on powers - and her powers were so useless as to basically be nonexistent. All of her weapons from S.H.I.E.L.D. were ineffective on the Sentinels as well.

"He's probably fine, calm down. If I was him, and I am, I'd be seeing about getting, oh I don't know, those younger kids to safety. You can't go after him, unless you want to get hit by a Sentinel since they are standing between us and the others."

...But there was something she could do as a Stark. She just hoped she wouldn't come to regret it from Magneto deciding to crush her alive in a gloriously metal based suit. She then tried to run to the lab, only for a Sentinel to shoot and knock her legs out from under her, sending her to the floor. No longer behind of the Sentinels but in front of them, Guin's heart was pounding as she stared up at the mutant killing contraptions. ...Not only am I useless, but I think I'm about to die...

She then scrambled to her feet, not able to put much distance between herself and the Sentinels. "...Please tell me Asimov's Laws can somehow be activated in your programming."
Folly Valeska
Location: Stark Tower (Floor 93): Main Area
Folly, meanwhile, was enjoying herself quite thoroughly. Although most would not suspect it of her at the moment, her head was clear and her thoughts were on the task at hand. She continued her acrobatic routine, climbing up the back of Sentinels as she aimed for the wiring in their joints. This time, she was able to hit without doing too much damage - disappointing but not surprising, given that she was using knives against one of these machines. Glancing down at the ground, she noticed Guin fall in front of one of the Sentinels and she sighed.

"Soția ta se apropie, o duc să aibă grijă de copii sau ceva, nu poate face nimic în orice caz!" Folly pointed out to Future Pietro rapidly.

"Orice, dă-mi un minut, nu sunt atât de repede acum..."

"Bine, nu-mi problema dacă o ucide un Sentinel."

"Închideți-o bine?" Folly shot him a glare at that, before she redoubled her efforts, not even caring anymore if the Stark girl got underfoot. She was expendable in her opinion anyways and she noticed that Nina almost succeeded in taking down a Sentinel. It was disappointing to see how little progress Magneto, Wanda, and Iron Man were making. In Folly's opinion, it was practically like they weren't really doing much at all. Tattoo Boy was then wildly underutilizing his abilities and Palla Latchi wasn't doing much of anything thanks to his injuries.

Damon's dragon managed to take down another Sentinel, encouraging the young mutant to keep on trying as he went for another one. He managed to damage it and Folly seized the moment to add onto the damage, nearly but not quite destroying it. "What took you guys so long?" Damon muttered, but truthfully, he really was happy to see them all. "Is Ayita with you?"
Dean Kesseli
Location: OMEN Facility - Cell Block (Area 51, Probably)
Dean looked over at Charlie for a moment, after Thalia finished talking. Sure, he wasn't always the smartest guy around but he had gotten the gist. Thalia wouldn't have mentioned her age if she hadn't known that they'd met her future self - though, in his opinion, her younger self looked pretty much the same. "Dude, she like, just said that," Dean pointed out to Charlie, shaking his head a bit. "And if you're right, Ally, about Jakobsen's kid being a mutant...I'm pretty sure that's something the future peeps would have mentioned if it was happening right now so...yeah, the past is pretty fluid. Or present. Or whatever."

Everyone so far just seemed to be talking about getting out of there, but with Thalia's words about wishing they were dead...Dean panicked and did the first thing that came to mind. He ran into the glass, only to bounce off of it and hit the ground. "...Okay, that glass isn't normal..." he muttered. Their only real option, he figured, was to see if Thalia could do something - maybe tell them when someone would come by - and then they could rush them when they went to grab one of them from the cells.

He just hoped that would happen sooner rather than later. However, an idea came to him and he looked at Charlie and Richard. "...Have you two ever played Get Help?"
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Virginia Crypt
Location: Carlisle
Skills: N/A
Virginia raised an eyebrow at Mary for a moment. "Why presume that whatever force had to have intended to help our cause?" she pointed out. Coincidences were possible, however rare they were in the world. It was possible that a Soulless was somehow responsible, unwittingly aiding their efforts - or that perhaps they both had just been plunged into some sort of trap. However, Mary's line of logic aside, Virginia was in agreement. Allow the poor horse to rest and then push onwards to Gretna Green.

Her sharp ears picked up the sound of screams - and more importantly, the word they were crying out. "...Perhaps the Soulless did indeed cause us to travel here," Virginia mused. She couldn't help but wonder if the Rynes had bent space and perhaps time as well in order to hit this town, unwittingly bringing Mary and Virginia alone. She never had heard of such a thing before, yet she was a Crypt. She embraced the unusual, unexpected, and unprecedented. Strange things had been occurring of late. Perhaps it was time to throw out the old book, so to speak, and start anew.

"Shall we?" Virginia then asked, clutching her axes.
Maeve Brennan
Location: Kirkpatrick House: the Carriage
Skills: N/A
A feeling of shame did indeed grow in the pit of Maeve's stomach, yet not for judging Calum. No, Lady Kirkpatrick had scolded her in such a manner that Maeve could not truly recall its last occurrence. She had been the eldest child, her mother had been frightfully ill, and her father...Maeve never paid him any mind these days. It reminded her of the way she might have scolded Roisin for getting sweets late at night. But Maeve did not have the luxury to be able to dwell on this feeling of shame.

No, from what Maeve could perceive, Lady Kirkpatrick knew all about her. Her nephew's planning had been clumsy and if Maeve were to venture a guess, the only reason Calum had brought her here was in order to have her - the intended spy - turn on the nephew. Yet she couldn't say for certain - she didn't feel as if she were in any mortal danger, yet the shame mixed with some anxiety - especially as the carriage came to a stop next to them and weapons were pulled. She had to admit, Calum did look quite dashing, armed with his violent rosary.

She shook her head slightly. "No, me lady. I don't judge 'im for 'is decepshun - I canny trust 'im cos 'e's too much like meself...I think we 'av a similar nature. an' I wouldn't trust me if I were 'im either, me lady," Maeve answered. She was hoping that honesty would be the correct approach here. "An' while I'm bein' completely 'onest 'ere, me lady, I fend 'im a bit attractive as well." She took a breath, watching Lady Kirkpatrick. She had a feeling Lady Kirkpatrick was more dangerous than whatever was in the other carriage.
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Nora Kingston
Location: Docks - The Ferry
Skills: N/A
Josephine's words had stuck with Nora, the quiet mathematician contemplating them on the journey to the docks. She tried picturing a dream for herself - some sort of worthy cause for her time - yet she continually felt that she had fallen short. Did she want to be a clerk? Did she want to be in Egypt? Desire had been ridiculed as too strong an emotion by her mother - at first, due to fear that she would die if she became too emotional with her illness, and then at last, due to the British ton's emphasis on politeness and appearances.

By the time that they arrived at the docks, Nora had concluded that there was perhaps a single dream worthy of her time: to live. It was simple, yet she figured there was no shame in starting small - to go from the passive to the active. She followed Lady Munn up the gangplank, avoiding the loudmouthed woman, Mosi. She truly did detest her and would not have been taken aback if Mosi were to fall overboard on this trip. Her disgraceful and disrespectful treatment of Neema's death...It still had Nora shaken.

She attempted to distract herself with thoughts on Lady Munn's explanation about Bubastis. Cats were continuously popping up over and over again, yet that was to be expected - all the signs were pointing towards Bast. However, what she could not yet deduce was why, if Bast and Set were mortal enemies, those branded by Set were with them on this venture? If Neema was right - and Nora assumed that she spoke the truth - then those branded were supposed to protect the Bastet...Was one of their number the Set, then, for those with the other brands to guard?
Gene Benaszewski
Location: Docks - The Ferry
Skills: N/A
Gene smirked at George a bit, pleased to see the surprised expression on his face - or at least, the remaining portions of it. "Now, is that any way to greet your twin sister, Georgie?" she asked him, her dark brown eyes staring into his hazel eye. She took in a breath of the air, glancing around at the bustling docks. It was busier than she had expected and it thrilled her. For the last few months, she could have sworn she had been surrounded by toddlers and while she was a nurse, her patience was very much limited. A few of them she had wanted to send to the madhouse - permanently.

She pulled out a piece of candy from her pocket and unwrapped it, popping it into her mouth. She always had a terrible sweet tooth, no matter what age she was. It wasn't a habit she'd grow out of anytime soon. "Little brother, I have loads to tell you and luckily, I've got a ticket for the same ship as you. So we'll have plenty of quality time to spend together catching up." As light as her tone might have seemed, the slight force and urgency in her words - actually giving a time and place for a talk - would clue George into the fact that she really did need to speak to him about something important. She glanced around once more, wishing that she had the time to go and get a trinket of some sort. She really did love collecting them.

"Do I get a hug or are we still estranged from one another?" Gene quipped, finally letting him get a word in.
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