Cecily relaxed slightly, taking a sip of the ginger ale to calm her nerves. Gavin's admission that he was really just there to keep her alive and wasn't planning on charging her with Natasha's murder certainly helped. However, she still couldn't be certain if he was trustworthy. She only really trusted Roy still at this point - and given that Natasha said she lied to her on her deathbed and Cecily hadn't even seen that coming at all, Cecily was doubting her own judgment when it came to trusting people lately. After all, she had trusted Caesar - and then ended up leaving his place in Mexico with Natasha due to his violations of Natasha's trust....Yet he had also kept her alive. He didn't have to do that. He could have left her to die at Queensguard.
She swallowed thickly as he asked her about branding, as well as when he mentioned he had a connection to Justice himself. She had to disagree with him - Justice wasn't the gates of hell. That was far too passive a role for the city. No, Justice was the Devil himself. It was a living parasite, somehow just as much an actor in all of this as anyone else was. "No, I don't," she told Gavin quietly. She rubbed her tattoo on her wrist a bit, trying to remember the reason why she had gotten it in the first place - to remind herself to be happy. "Do you have one?" she then asked him.
Jenna wasn't too surprised that the thing knew their names. As far as she was concerned, there were a few explanations. First, they had called each other by name since entering the mine, even shortening down to nicknames. And second, knowing your name without a formal introduction seemed to be the perfect kind of tactic for a demon to pull off. Because of the two possibilities, it didn't phase her too much. Yet she also had to ponder her cousin's safety.
"...I'm going on through, Lydi," she told her calmly. She then hesitated and gave her a quick hug. "If anything happens to me, don't let Finley or Declan come to the funeral." She then took a breath and looked at the small opening the demon boy had gone through, before she crouched down to the ground and tried to go through herself, hoping that she wouldn't live (or die?) to regret her choice.
Damon started to freak out as he looked at Mary. It was one thing to be a Battle Nurse - another thing if he ended up being a failed Battle Nurse. What if this was what was happening to Ayita, off somewhere in Jakobsen's clutches? The petty squabbling between Nina and the others was mostly background noise to him, yet Folly huffed slightly as she took it in.
"This is why I don't like working with S.H.I.E.L.D.," Folly muttered. She took a moment to wonder about her own present day counterpart. She was currently incarcerated in an asylum for the criminally insane, kept under a constant high dosage of sedatives that her healing factor could just barely not keep up with. Essentially, in a drug induced stupor was how she spent her days. And in the weeks and months to come, if things didn't change, she'd be signed over to Striker. It had given her a healthy distrust for government organizations.
"...I can help get the injured to medical," Damon said, feeling a bit relieved that Thalia had managed to heal them by reversing time on their injuries, if only partially. It struck him as a bit petty that she didn't heal Nina, but he didn't say anything about it. He understood her motivation. Nina had nearly gotten four people killed from her inaction.
"I can help too," Folly offered. Damon went over and picked up Cass, helping her to her feet, while Folly went and helped Mary. In another situation, she would have gone to help Mira but she was really here for Mary. It didn't matter to her what happened to the rest of the world.
Guin, meanwhile, had gagged a bit at Nina's half assed defense of herself. Sure, she hated Nina and was incredibly biased against her, but she couldn't stand the way she was talking. She didn't even seem concerned that others had gotten hurt before Thalia used her time manipulation ex machina to deal with their injuries, at least partially. She was disappointed Banner had shifted back from the Hulk, since it meant she couldn't try to convince the Green Monster to throttle Nina some - though Muscles was seemingly up for the task.
"Thanks, Thalia," she said, rubbing her arms a bit where some of the bruises had been. She then bit her lip as Pietro was still nowhere to be found, feeling this horrible sense of dread. Her stomach was tying itself up into knots. She knew there was something wrong - and now, they were wasting time when Pietro could be out there hurt and...
"Wait, what the fuck did you just say? I'm a bloodhound?!" Guin asked Muscles, staring at him incredulously. "I'm sorry, maybe you're from a parallel universe and not ours....But Silver Balls and I don't have any mental voodoo nonsense going on with each other. You've got the wrong girl."
"Uh, pretty sure you heard some Serbian going on in the back of my head, trust me by now you probably have. My younger self has known for a while about it, but hasn't said anything to avoid you freaking out." And almost as if on cue, Guin heard rapid and panicked speech in the back of her mind, in a language she could not understand. "ΠΠ²ΠΎ ΡΠ΅ ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ! ΠΡΠ·ΠΈΠΌ Π΄Π° ΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΠΌ ΡΠΏΠΎΡΠΎ! Π¨ΡΠ° Π΄ΠΎΡΠ°Π²ΠΎΠ»Π°! Π’Π°ΠΊΠΎ ΡΠΌΠΎ ΠΌΡΡΠ²ΠΈ!"
She backed away slightly, looking around the room and she glanced at Tony for a second. She had heard that once before that day - but it hadn't happened again and she assumed that it was just stress. "I...um....maybe..." she mumbled, feeling the noise in the back of her head get louder.
"Yeah, I have a suggestion, why don't you try talking to him mentally? Send him a telepathic message and see if he responds."
"...What? Dude, the only messages I send to him are text - and sometimes SnapChat. I don't know how the hell to do that - why don't you ask Wanda if it's a twin thing anyways..."
"Because that's awkward and he purposefully blocks her out, mind trying at least?"
"....How?" She barely understood how her powers worked, now learning that apparently she had some sort of mental link with Pietro that he never told her about...she was clueless as to where to begin. It wasn't like a machine where she could analyze its components and figure out how it works. Muscles was asking her to use a muscle that she essentially didn't know existed.
"Just think really hard on him... And say something in your mind... Focus on him..."
"I um....Alright....." Guin then shut her eyes, freaking out as she tried to focus on Pietro. Um....Never mind, this feels dumb as fuck....This is stupid. We should just be using freaking satellite tracking!
"Uh, Guina?" Pietro's voice responded. Guin's eyes widened and she grabbed her head, sinking down to the ground as she felt like she was going insane. This whole thing just had to be a nightmare, that was it! "...Guessing he responded then?" "Guina? I uh... Well... I was going to tell you about this..."
Guin nodded slightly, trying not to hyperventilate. It was such a weird and invasive sensation, to have someone else talking in the back of her head. "...It'll be okay... Because right now I need you to focus, and hopefully figure out where the hell he and everyone else is..."
"....I-I can try....I guess...." Guin then took a breath, trying to focus her thoughts with all of the chaos going around. It didn't help that Stark Tower was noisy on a normal day. It was a madhouse at the moment. Um....Fuck....Fuck this is so weird....I am going insane.....If....if you can hear me, where are you?
"...Some OMEN facility... It isn't too far away I don't think... Because it didn't take too long to get here..." "It'll be okay, just calm down..." Muscles reassured her, as Guin let go of her head, her hands shaking. "He says he's at an OMEN facility nearby..." she told him quietly. She figured they could just pull OMEN holdings and see which building was the closest, aside from the campaign center. "...You can use the link to actually track him..."
"...How?" Was this some sort of Mental Messaging/GPS combo? She didn't remember agreeing to the Terms and Conditions on this. It was easy to panic about this, but she did recognize that at least she knew Pietro was alive. What if they developed some sort of creepy hive mind? "Focus on him, and picture a map of New York... Follow your instincts and think..."
"....Yeah, my instincts say that I smoked a joint and this is the weird weed nightmare the universe has deemed appropriate." It was one explanation for all of the craziness that was going on. She had essentially become a human bloodhound/GPS, in a world where time travel was possible and political candidates were actually effective at orchestrating mass conspiracies, when she could hardly orchestrate a surprise birthday party for Pietro.
"Just, trust me, alright?"
"Alright, Weed Induced Aaron Taylor Johnson fantasy, I'll try..." She then focused on a map of New York, her mind instantly going to the one showing the subway grid in New York and then next to the one that had hung on the wall of her geography class at MidTown Tech. She then focused on Pietro, feeling a bit tingly and then this odd feeling came up, like a sixth sense. "...Does anyone have a map?" she asked, still feeling strange.
Dean Kesseli
Location: OMEN Facility - Cell Block (Area 51, Probably)
Dean stared at Richard, raising an eyebrow. He got that he was trying to be all macho and everything, but he seriously doubted that Richard being healed was better than getting the inhibitor out of someone else's system. Yet hearing that Thalia's powers weren't entirely drained gave him a sense of relief, but Pietro's words struck him.
"Dude, your freaking girlfriend - your Guina or whatever - moves around at this speed - how does that work for you too if you think she's irritatingly slow?" Dean couldn't help but ask, even as he got up and prepared to ram the door with Richard and Charlie. "Like seriously, if you two are kissing, wouldn't that just be the worst for you - if you can't stand this speed?" Dean pointed out. Dean then glanced at Lance, figuring that since he was Banner's kid, he had to be some sort of genius. He was probably right about the glass thing - but it was better than trying nothing.
"Shut the hell up you speedster wannabe!" Dean sighed slightly at that. He hated being called that. "Come on, it's an innocent question - how's it work?" he insisted, feeling irritated and annoyed on principle.
"Like I said, shut the hell up."
Charlie had fallen quiet, something that also stood out to Dean. He hadn't really seen the kid shut up since he met him. Yet his thoughts also went towards the fact that the others hadn't been caught - someone would be bound to notice the son of a freaking Avenger was missing. Someone would come and rescue them if they couldn't manage to rescue themselves.
Location: Headland: E. Main Street (E7) Skills: Survival
Jack didn't take his eyes off of Jamie without some reluctance, as he glanced around once the nun came over to them. Her praise to the lord gave him a mental note to ask Tati, at some point, about religious preferences for raising the kid. He ultimately didn't care what the kid believed in, but still, it suddenly seemed like a topic they'd need to discuss - later. The weather was a huge concern - as was the burn scar on Jamie's little hand. He hadn't lived in this area for long, but Newnan had taught him enough to know that the nun was right - this was tornado weather.
He wasn't about to lose his family to a natural disaster again. "We good!" he shouted back to Ash. He then found his son put into his arms and he felt woefully unqualified to hold a baby, as he stared at Jamie. He was smiling at the little baby when Tatiana recounted a bit more of the horrors she had gone through and the smile faded from his face, replaced with righteous rage. They had burnt his baby - on purpose?!?!?!?!!?!?! He took in a breath, feeling like a dragon about to breathe fire and destroy an entire village. "The Bustah....she's dead," Jack then explained to Tatiana softly.
Beatrice Decker
Location: Quincy: Inside House (D8) Skills: Shelter Construction and Scavenging
Beatrice chuckled slightly at Thalia's first words upon waking up. Taking into account what Manny had said, she then set her bow down she scanned the room, trying to brainstorm a way to keep the windows clear. And then it hit her. As she walked through the house, she came across two sets of mattresses and box springs. There were also some blankets. She then returned to the main area. "Manny, I could use a hand....sorry, too soon," she said, glancing over at Thalia.
"There's some O's there for you. Alex can make them up for ya." She figured that Thalia didn't need a complete rundown on everything that was going on. Telling her that Navy went out there by herself wouldn't help anyone at that moment. Beatrice then turned her attention back to Manny, looking at him expectantly. She would have asked Alex but with his lack of leg, she didn't think he'd be an ideal candidate for helping her shove mattresses up against the windows. And Thalia wasn't going to be handy for that either. At least this way, they wouldn't have to move Thalia or compromise their position - for now.
Location: S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy - Various Time Frame: August 14th, 2020 Rp Tags: Casual, Advanced, Large Group, Adventure, Fandom, Superhero, Fantasy, Secret Agents, Slice-of-Life, Romance, Drama, Politics Type Of RP: An action-adventure RP centered around Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., taking place in the same universe as X-Men: Darkness Rising. Players will roleplay as newly graduated cadets from S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, recruited for a special new team where each character is genetically altered to obtain superpowers OR as established SHIELD agents joining the Phase Three teams. Plots are at least partially character driven and will hit on several major storylines from the comics/TV program. Goal of the Current Arc: Defeat HYDRA and end the fascist organization once and for all; save the world. Age Requirements:18-24 24+
Premise
In an unpredictable and chaotic world, we seek to control that which we do not understand; to grant ourselves immortality through preserving the past; to find ourselves. But there is a noble calling that only the bravest and the kindest rise to answer - to protect those who cannot defend themselves. These individuals have chosen to be humanity's first line of defense against whoever may wish to do us harm, sacrificing their lives so that way we can live to see another sunrise.
They have chosen to be a shield.
Our story begins after the fall of O.M.E.N., a brutal branch of the United States government that could not tell the difference between dangerous criminals and an innocent child. With O.M.E.N. gone, S.H.I.E.L.D. has seen its budget and resources soar to levels that they had not had since Howard Stark and Peggy Carter founded the agency. Yet they have also inherited a number of threats and situations that O.M.E.N. had been monitoring, spreading Fury's force thin. Reserve agents are being called in for active duty and agents who had applied for retirement are being asked to reconsider.
At S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, the very best of the graduating class of cadets have been asked to participate in a unique study. In order to combat the ever changing threats of this new world, we need to adapt. S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists are interested in creating a team of super agents, balanced perfectly with the relevant skill sets, that might be able to make a difference in this world. Their process has been adapt in identifying latent X-genes, as well as inhuman DNA markers. And in the case that the subject has neither, scientists are experimenting with the application of radiation to induce powers.
And while the formation of this team brings hope for the future - a warm light for all of mankind to share - it casts shadows. In those shadows, there are whispers of an old foe returning from the brink of extinction.
Hassenstadt, Latveria Region, Serbia: August 30th, 2020 - 1:30 P.M.
Please specify what level and what area your character is on
Here are the floor plans to use as reference during this mission. While the rooms are stated with residential names, that does not mean that is what you will find in there. In headers, I'll be referring to locations with the following format [Actual Location - i.e. laboratory] (what it's called on the map). If you're confused, just copy from Novikova or Ray's header.
Raynor Blake & Dominika Novikova
Location: Cargo Hold (Level One) ---> Outside of Castle Doomstadt Skills: Dimensional Energy Perception (Passive), Stunt Driving
Sami stumbled slightly for a moment, realizing how idiotic that thought had been. He knew well enough that the message was for his eyes only - that telling anyone would get him kicked out of S.H.I.E.L.D. or worse, charged with a violation of the Patriot Act, landing him in prison. He then glanced outside, his jaw dropping at the beam of light. "What the fuck is this bullshit?" Sami asked, looking at it with wide eyes.
Kennedy shook his head at Sami, unlocking the van and tossing the keys to Raynor. There were enough seats for all of the agents inside of it and it'd allow them to get closer to the target for their mission. Agent Blake would be driving simply because stunt driving was one of his special skills. "...I'd offer you mine, but the vision is a bitch," Novikova told Maria, before she got an idea and she took off her glasses, looking at the energy beam. Her vision felt like it was blurring as she saw a strange red haze around it and a scream filled the air that everyone would be able to hear.
"DON'T DO IT! There's still time to change their fate..."
The voice was familiar and seemed to echo all around them, the same frantic message repeating itself until Novikova put her glasses back on. Raynor's eyes had widened and Sami was staring dumbstruck. Even Griff and Nikolai looked a bit wary at this turn of events, meanwhile Kennedy just grimaced. It was worse than what their intel had told them.
"That isn't an invasion..." Novikova said, biting her lip. "I think it's a doorway...And someone's trapped inside."
"Come on, we don't have time to waste," Raynor said as he got in the car. Shotgun was open for Tinley. Novikova climbed in, as did Sami, Nikolai, and Griff. Kennedy nodded at Cassandra, before he glanced at something on his phone and then hurried upstairs to the command deck. Once everyone was inside the van, Agent Blake pulled off and drove them through the woods. It was a short trip and he kept the headlights off, driving slowly and carefully so as to not alert Von Bardas to their presence.
There was no mistaking it, though. That odd beam of light? It was coming from the roof of the castle.
Present Day - The Castle: May 4th, 12,508 - 9:30 AM
@Nallore@mnkee@KazAlkemi: The message rat nodded at Luna, quickly informing her that with today's rate, it would cost an eighth of a crown. The rat then scurried off. If it hadn't been for the rats almost always being in the Palace every day, the rat wouldn't have known where to go look for Myrus. They had started calling him Prince Gloomy or the Broken Boy amongst themselves, keeping tabs on him. The message rat service had an unwritten policy that if the Broken Boy seemed about to endanger his own life, they'd tell Queen Valda at once.
Now, on a lighter note...Well...The universe demands balance. A fifteen year old talking like he's ten years his elder? It seems the dice have decided that needs to be corrected for balance. And in the most obnoxious and disgusting way possible, Tristan is about to release a fart loud enough to wake Odin from his slumber.
@LadyRunic: Esmeralda came to the front of the store. She called herself a rogue witch, a free spirit that did not adhere to any Coven. Truthfully, however, it was because she could never bring herself to kiss up to a Witch Mother enough to be admitted. And Esmeralda ultimately preferred it that way - after the death of the Wendron Witches, Fleur's Coven had become frighteningly large. She had done some readings on the matter and concluded that a warlock would be her undoing - that the Supreme would return.
She wasn't going to get in the middle of that white nonsense.
Snapping her fingers, the door of the shop locked and the curtains drew themselves shut. "I prefer to give my customers privacy when I'm doing a reading - especially if they know who kidnapped my son."
@LadyRunic: Everything is calm in the infirmary. None of the patients are going from one stage to another at the moment, helped by the fact that they are mostly all still asleep and not trying to use Magyk to get themselves a cup of tea. (Sadly, that is a common attempt by even those in Stage Three of the Sickenesse. One Ordinary Wizard even fell into a coma as a direct result of using Magyk to add a few lumps of sugar). Becky hasn't woken up yet, but she's tossing and turning, as if she's having a nightmare.
@FantasyChic: Acantha, the one who spoke out, rolled her eyes slightly at Fleur. She disliked all of this sitting around and waiting. As Constance looked over at her, there was a pang of regret in her heart. The twins had been just the same - never sitting still, always ready to run off to the next thing. It came as no surprise to her that Acantha was skilled in FleetFoot - skills related to speed seemed to do a number on a witch's temperament.
"Run along, little girl," Constance said with a slight cough. "Let the real witches run this show."
"Ugh, whatever..." Acantha then stomped off and Crow, the Warlock, couldn't help but chuckle slightly at her childishness. Most of the Coven then cleared out of the room, leaving Fleur, Constance, Jezebel, and Crow behind.
@Dragoknighte: Deep within the bowels of the Manuscriptorium, one of the doors is kept under constant lock and key. Four locks must be undone with separate keys, followed by the removal of a heavy bolt, in less than sixty seconds. It stands at the end of a lengthy maze that only the scribes know of and per the Manuscriptorium Promise, they must never tell an outsider how to navigate them. Yet as Marcellus finishes his inspection, he'll feel a slight draft coming from the end of the hallway.
There could be no mistaking where that draft was coming from.
It had been so long since that door was open that no one currently working for the Manuscriptorium knew exactly what was behind it. It had become something of a myth, a legend, with scribes repeating the same phrase: whatever's back there, it's no good.
Arya:
First Symptoms: March 29th
Current Stage: One
Symptoms: Minor fatigue, headaches. All around feeling awful but can still function more or less normally. Some Physik remedies can help ameliorate symptoms temporarily. -1 on all physical checks.
Valda:
First Symptoms: April 22nd
Current Stage: One
Symptoms: Minor fatigue, headaches. All around feeling awful but can still function more or less normally. Some Physik remedies can help ameliorate symptoms temporarily. -1 on all physical checks.
Atkin:
First Symptoms: March 12th
Current Stage: One
Symptoms: Minor fatigue, headaches. All around feeling awful but can still function more or less normally. Some Physik remedies can help ameliorate symptoms temporarily. -1 on all physical checks.
Fleur:
First Symptoms: March 14th
Current Stage: One
Symptoms: Minor fatigue, headaches. All around feeling awful but can still function more or less normally. Some Physik remedies can help ameliorate symptoms temporarily. -1 on all physical checks.
Only those with a Physik skill or who make a successful check will be aware of these stages. Message the GM for a check if needed~
Stage One: Minor fatigue, headaches. All around feeling awful but can still function more or less normally. Some Physik remedies can help ameliorate symptoms temporarily. -1 on all physical checks.
Stage Two: Significant fatigue, abdominal aching, nose bleeds, bloody stools. You can get by if you live a sedentary life, but people can tell there's something wrong pretty immediately. -3 on physical checks, -1 on Mental Checks.
Stage Three: Skin turns pale or grey, eyes turn black, veins turn dark. All symptoms of stage two exacerbated. Most have to remain in bed at this point or risk worsening their health further. -5 on Physical rolls, -3 on Mental.
Stage Four: Comatose. All symptoms of stage three are still present. Stage four always advances to stage five within one week.
Stage Five: Death.
Date listed is when initial symptoms began~
Blaise Rowland - February 21st - Stage One
Marya and Medea Magnisky - May 2nd - Stage One
Bernice - February 21st - Stage One
Jarvis Yule - April 17th - Stage Two
Constance Langdon - May 2nd - Stage Two
Asha the Magykal - April 28th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest in the Big Wild Land)
Badger (Rhys' Apprentice) - April 30th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest in Rhys' Home)
Date listed is when initial symptoms began~
Ordinary Wizard - March 30th - Stage Four (Comatose, housed at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Apprentice - February 14th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Apprentice - February 25th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - March 3rd - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - February 10th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - May 2nd - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - May 3rd - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - February 12th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - May 3rd - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - February 2nd - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - April 10th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - February 5th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - May 1st - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Young Witch, Age 16 - February 9th - Stage Two
Young Witch, Age 12 - February 14th - Stage Two
Young Witch, Age 14 - February 5th - Stage Two
Ordinary Apprentice - April 19th - Stage Two
Ordinary Apprentice - February 2nd - Stage Two
Ordinary Apprentice - February 3rd - Stage Two
Ordinary Wizard - April 22nd - Stage Two
Ordinary Wizard - February 8th - Stage Two
Ordinary Wizard - February 26th - Stage Two
Ordinary Wizard - April 4th - Stage Two
Ordinary Wizard - February 11th - Stage Two
Ordinary Wizard - March 27th - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - February 12th - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - March 31st - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - May 2nd - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - February 21st - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - April 1st - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - February 12th - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - April 18th - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - February 25th - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - May 1st - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - February 23rd - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - March 6th - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - April 16th - Stage One
Ordinary Apprentice - May 3rd - Stage One
Ordinary Apprentice - March 17th - Stage One
Ordinary Apprentice - May 1st - Stage One
Young Warlock, Age 6 - February 2nd - Stage One
Young Witch, Age 12 - February 27th - Stage One
Young Witch, Age 9 - May 4th - Stage One
Adult Witch - February 3rd - Stage One
Date listed is date of death~
Death of a One True Coven Witch - February 7th
Death of an Ordinary Wizard - April 30th
Death of an Ordinary Wizard - March 31st
Death of an Ordinary Wizard - April 12th
Arya Rincewind
Location: Wizard Tower - 20th Floor
"Yes, quite sure," Arya said curtly to Atkin, as she scooped out the herbs and leaves for the tea and poured in the near boiling water. She then added a few lumps of sugar to each, along with some milk fresh from the Farmlands, and gave it a stir. She took a sip and instantly felt a bit better, the herbs helping to take the edge off of the headache. "Now come and drink your tea." She wasn't asking.
Arya then turned, raising an eyebrow at him. She then smirked slightly, proud that her apprentice at least seemed to recall the nature of the Ankh Amulet of Hotep-Ra. There were moments when she wasn't sure if Atkin was paying attention to the lessons and she got the sense that he wouldn't want to be the ExtraOrdinary Wizard once she retired. "The Forest is safer now that the Wendron Witches are gone - of course, that doesn't mean it's free of witches. And let's not forget the wolverines that live there..."
Her thought was cut off as Cuyler entered her suite of rooms, the kittens scattering and running to Atkin's room once they realized Thia was there. Arya then gave Cuyler a smile as he kissed her, shivering a bit as he rested his hand on her leg and she turned slightly, setting down her cup of tea delicately on the table. "I'm well, thank you - I'm going to be taking Atkin into the Forest today for his lessons, if you would care to join - unless, of course, you're scared of werewolves," she then gave him a playful smile.
"Tea? I just made some, there should be enough water in the kettle for three..."
Myrus Silvers
Location: the Palace - Attic
Myrus glanced at the sound of a small creature making its way across the attic towards him. He was positioned right by one of the windows, looking outside and memorizing the view - as if it were the last time he'd get to see the trees of the Forest or the glittering buildings of the Castle. "Speak, Rattus Rattus," Myrus said, figuring it was a message rat as he glanced over to see the small, furry creature.
The rat stood up on its hindquarters. "Are you Myrus Marcellus Silvers?"
"...Yes, I am..." He shifted his position, hugging his knees to his chest. Many people in the Castle used his full name, enjoying how regal it sounded - Marcellus was a name that carried weight, made famous by the Castle's first ever Alchemist, Marcellus Pye (and one of Myrus' ancestors as well). Yet hearing the message rat address him like that, it just felt way too stuffy.
The rat nodded, squeaking slightly. "Princess Luna would like to know if you will join her in the infirmary. Would you like to send a reply? It's only a quarter crown."
"...No..." Myrus then bit his lip, his eyes watering. A thought crossed his mind but he quickly dismissed it. It was too cruel a thing to consider and he felt an enormous swell of guilt for having considered it at all. The message rat just nodded simply, before it scurried off and left Myrus alone in the attic. He took a breath, glancing out the window, before he nodded slightly, knowing what he had to do.
Antonije Magnisky
Location: Number 40 Alchemie Way - the Basement
"Oh, I slept fine," he said, reluctantly using verbal communication. It was just such a tiresome and awkward affair. The Port Witches used to insist that he speak verbally to them, and now that he was out of that mess, he was enjoying communicating the way he preferred to. He glanced up as Sylvi mentioned his sisters, seeing a bit of either dirt or dust come down from the floorboards above. "Good, they need to run..."
Antonije had a bit of a theory when it came to his sisters. If they didn't run, they'd have too much energy and they'd eventually burst. Hearing them running around upstairs and keeping moving was a good sign. But it still wasn't enough. He was still going to go through with the plan. He'd traded some components to get this information and he wasn't about to let it go to waste. "Probably time for you to get up, your hair looks terrible," he said with a crooked smile.
Upstairs, Marya appeared in a blur, sitting on the couch. She had also pushed Myth and Bruce apart, creating space between them faster than either of them could perceive. She then smirked cheekily at them. "Aren't you supposed to wait till the wedding?" she asked, her voice thick with an accent from the Eastern SnowPlains. Her form vanished for a moment, before she reappeared with an archaic device from Bruce's childhood. As she turned it and pressed it, it flashed different colors and emitted strange noises, with Marya happily entertained. Medea had an identical device, except for whereas Marya's was a soft shade of pink normally, Medea's was baby blue.
"That'd be an interestin' Christmas," Ellie mused, before she glanced at Erik. "Or Hanukkah, I guess, in your case, mon ami." It would be kind of fun, though. Twelve days of Christmas meets murder - killing off a group of scientists and torturers each day, liberating mutant brothers and sisters all the same. She was pretty certain that Hanukkah was also a multi-day event - perhaps they could do both of them, executing those that would see them burn alive without mercy daily. She didn't believe in eye for an eye. She believed in massacre for a slight.
"If we wanna be stealth and all, Charles could just mind fuck the guard, make 'im let us in," Ellie pointed out. Her fingers felt itchy and she was craving a cigarette. Charles didn't tell her that she couldn't smoke on the plane so she pulled out her cigarette, lighting it and taking a drag. It amused her that Miranda and Erik would be in the same group. She could tell how much Miranda fancied him - or at least, Ellie believed that was the case. "Or I could throw a marble at 'em, speed it up too and bam, no more guard. Just a bit of blood on my marble that'll come off with a bit of water and love."
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Walnut felt a sense of grim satisfaction at the Lord's seeming disapproval of the monster that had brought the winged demon into their midst. It would have been cosmic bliss if the chairs had taken care of the mongrel, but no, it was still there with its frightening beak and strange ungodly form. Yet perhaps there was still a chance that, if they were unexpected guests, Walnut might suggest that they eat raven for supper. It would help combat a shortage of food. Her thoughts were about getting rid of the horrifying creature - maybe if a window was opened, it would fly out and go back to the hellfire it had come from?
The Lord's thanks to the culprit that had killed Director Kindle caught Walnut's attention. Not only for the insinuation of murder, but mostly for his agreeable attitude towards it. It was very much in line with the rest of his statements, but still, the more she knew of the mysterious Lord Shadowell, the better. As everyone then seemed to go in a parade to a single room together, Walnut was glad to see that Titian had a more exploratory nature. And besides, the man with the winged demon and the sad attempt at a verse to their host had gone in that direction.
"Perhaps if we were alone, I would. I hate punishment with an audience..." Walnut whispered to Titian with a slight wink. She then let out a soft laugh at his exclamation of bird shit. It was so coarse and uncouth, but he was by no means wrong. Why go willingly where there was a BIRD?! She then rose from her seat and followed Titian through the doors, looking around the central hall for a moment.
"Lunar ballroom?" Walnut asked, her eyes dancing slightly. "Let's go."
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