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Gene Benaszewski & Nora Kingston


Location: Tours/Train Depots
Skills: N/A
Nora smiled slightly when Mahendra addressed her as Miss Kingston - it was a nice change and her preferred manner of address. She had not done anything in her life that warranted being called Lady Kingston - and besides, to her Lady Kingston referred to her mother or her sisters. She was just plain Miss Kingston - just Nora. She wished to stand on her own merits and not based on the circumstances of her birth. Nora took a seat down next to Lauren, glad that the window seat was the one available for her. She adored looking out windows and watching the world go by. There was something serene about it. And at any rate, she knew that Lauren was the more conversational of the two.

Gene chuckled slightly and nodded at Reginald's description of old age. She was tempted to ask him what season of her life she was in, according to his analogy. It would have been amusing regardless of his answer. Pausing for a moment as she glanced around, she saw that J.C. was sitting with Bella and Lauren appeared to be saving a seat for Nora. She was infinitely amused with the Lord Major and Gene decided to sit down next to him. It wasn't like George was there for her to bother anyways - she hoped that he was having at least something akin to fun, back on the ship. "Hope you don't mind," Gene told the old gentlemen, having not really asked if she could sit next to him or anything.

Miss Kingston did have to wonder if her theory would be right - that no matter where they went, something odd would happen. She did not understand why this group in particular had been selected for these occurrences, but she similarly did not understand the brand that had appeared on her body. She knew that Neema had told her she had been marked, needing to protect the Bastet - but from a scientific standpoint, she was having a hard time rationalizing it all. There had to have been some sort of cause for the brand, something beyond magic and mythos. But if magic was the only answer that remained... perhaps it was indeed real. Just because she had never seen it before in her life did not mean that it was impossible - merely improbable.

Gene swung her legs slightly, hoping that the train would get on with things and pull out already. They had about five minutes until they were going to head on over, from what the conductor was announcing. It was funny - she sometimes felt like she was stuck in a boring loop of repetition, with nothing every really changing. And here she was, someplace vibrant and new and Gene already was bored with the train. She wanted to press onwards, to get to the exciting ruins and features in this area. There was so much of this world to see and while she had seen a lot already, she wanted to see more. New things were finally happening!


Guinevere Stark and Pietro Maximoff

September 18th, 2020

It had been a few hours since they had taken down Mesmero, since everything that had happened at the warehouse. Pietro had almost forgotten about something that he had originally been planning on doing the night before, but the whole situation with Mesmero caused problems for them. It hadn't felt like the right time for it, so now he went to go find Guin. "Guina?" he said once he found her.

Guin glanced up from what she had been working on. She was improving the security of the laboratories, namely the highly sensitive information that they wouldn't want to get out again. Her idea had been to attach a dormant virus to the files that would have to be disabled using a second authorized individual, in order to prevent Mesmero from repeating this stunt to get the Cerebro plans hopefully - or at least make it more challenging. "Did I work through dinner? Shit, sorry..."

"It's okay Guina, don't worry, it isn't quite that late, so no, you didn't work through dinner," he said, chuckling slightly that she had lost track of time so much that she automatically assumed that she had.

"Oh," Guin grinned, a bit proud of herself. "Cool. So what's up, Silver Balls?"

"I need to talk to you about something."

She nodded a bit, wondering what exactly Pietro wanted to talk to her about but she assumed it had something to do with Mesmero. Understandably, loads of people were shaken up after everything that had happened, so she quickly saved her progress on her work and turned off the computer she was using. "What is it?"

"Want to know what I had been doing before Mesmero messed with my head? After I had talked to older X-Men people I mean..."

"...Okay, I am curious, not going to lie," she admitted. Pietro had been the first one Mesmero controlled. Given his speed, she had to wonder how exactly Mesmero managed to slow him down enough to catch him in the first place. She had assumed initially that Mesmero must have caught him while talking to the pair of old X-Men closest to the Mansion - but Mesmero had been in New York City and no ex-X-Men lived there.

"I was going shopping actually, but leaving the store before I could take off running I literally bumped into him, turned to apologize since I didn't recognize who it was I had run into, and boom, that's when he got control of my head... So much fun..." he said, giving her a slight smile.

Guin giggled slightly. "Okay, so several strange things in that story besides Mesmero - one, that you were shopping and not shoplifting and two, that you apologized," Guin teased him, sticking her tongue slightly out at her boyfriend playfully.

"Actually with what I was getting I wanted to make sure wasn't stolen or stuff like that..."

She was smiling at him. "And just what were you getting? I assume not those Department of Defense hats you brought back since those definitely were stolen - epic, but stolen." The hat he had given her was sitting on the table next to her computer in fact.

"This..." he said, pulling a little box out of his pocket and setting it next to her.

Guin looked at the box, her eyes widening a lot and her heart started pumping quickly. "You know, one of the theorems of quantum mechanics states that things aren't the way they are until we act on them... So until I open that box and observe what is inside of it, there technically is exactly what I think will be there and something else, coexisting at the same time until the wavefunction collapses," she told him, rambling a little bit as she picked up the box.

"Theories are so boring though, so why not open it and find out already? Suspense is over rated anyway."

She nodded slightly, opening up the box to reveal an amethyst engagement ring. Even though she knew that her future self had married Pietro, she still didn't know how to react to this. Neither of her parents were married. In fact, her father had more or less been a revolving door when it came to partners when she was growing up, only settling on Pepper a little after she was ten years old. Her paternal grandparents had been married but she never met them, as they died in a car accident. And her mother's side of the family? She liked to pretend that they didn't exist.

"Was going to ask last night, but things got a bit um... Messed up to say the least... Anyway, so Guina, will you marry me?" he asked her, not really caring to be all formal about it.

Her eyes watered slightly and she quickly tried her best to dry them. Although marriage had never been in her life plan... she loved Pietro and never wanted to be with anyone else. Guin knew that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. "Of course I'll marry you," she told him, grinning.

"Yay!" Pietro said with a smile, before he picked the ring up and slipped it onto her hand.

She started giggling a bit, looking at her fiancé who had just said yay. She then reached into her pocket and took out Muscles' wedding ring, before she slipped it onto Pietro's ring finger. "I think this fits you nicely?" she commented, hoping that he wouldn't be upset she had given him Muscles' ring or anything like that.

"Wow, still a little surprised you carried this thing around for a while... But it doesn't matter, it works for me," he said, before he gave her a kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back. Bedroom? she suggested through the mental link. Sure, he said with a grin.

Marygold Isley and Guinevere Stark

September 19th, 2020


Guin was feeling more and more like her old self. Everything that had happened with Mesmero had been awful, but she couldn't help but smile slightly looking at the ring on her left hand. She never was much into diamonds, but she did love the color purple and beyond having to take it off when working in the lab, it didn't get in the way too much. Knocking on the door to Mary's room, Guin had two things of Dr. Pepper and a bag filled with assorted candies with her. She also had a variety of movies, including Mary's favorites. "Mare?" she called out. "It's Guin. Your annoyingly amazing best friend."

"Come in Guin," Mary called through the door. She was currently reading a book, having taken to being a bit by herself lately since the Mesmero incident. She didn't really tell anyone why that was the case, but she seemed to just prefer being by herself, though it wasn't too hard to figure out the reason for those who know her. Mary hated the idea of hurting anyone, and the fact that she could have caused a lot of damage still freaked her out a little.

Opening up the door and heading inside, Guin set down the junk food and movies in front of Mary. "I'm here to eat crow... I pushed you away, Mare, after Muscles died and... that wasn't cool of me," Guin said softly, deciding to just get this over with. She fidgeted a bit with the ring on her hand. "I'm sorry... I'd like to go back to that sister like friendship we had before, if you're willing," she then asked.

"...I can understand why you pushed me away Guin, it was hard on you, that much was obvious... And I'd be perfectly fine with things going back to the way they were before that whole incident... Things were better then than they have been, I can tell you that..."

She nodded, sitting down next to Mary and giving her friend a hug. "Yeah, it was rough but... That doesn't excuse me shutting you out. You're my best friend and I didn't treat you like one for a while..." she trailed off, figuring the next thing she had to ask Mary would come a bit awkwardly after this, but she didn't know how else to say it and she wanted to know Mary's answer already. Only her father knew so far about this - Mary was the second person she was telling. "...Would you be my maid of honor, Mare? Piet asked me to marry him yesterday and I - I said yes."

"...Congratulations on that Guin," Mary said with a smile. She was happy for her friend, not sure what else to really say about that one as she returned her friend's hug. Hearing the other part, Mary couldn't help but smile at he, "Of course I would be happy to."

"Thanks," Guin couldn't help but smile, looking at the ring and showing it to Mary. "I kinda have no idea what I'm doing, since it's not like my parents were married at any point in their lives so... I honestly have no idea at all what to do or what needs to be done, but I know that you are definitely a type A personality and you made that amazing little swirly flower and you're my best friend so... I need you so hearing that you'll be my maid of honor is a huge relief."

"I'll happily help you out with anything Guin... Don't worry, if you need anything I'm here for you, I always have been. And that ring is beautiful, not too surprised that he didn't go for a diamond or anything, amethyst definitely suits you."

"You really are the best, Mare," Guin told her honestly, giving her friend another hug. She promised herself that she wasn't going to shut Mary out if she went through another trauma like that again. Mary had never done anything like that to her, always being open and honest and being there for her if she needed it. Grabbing the sodas, she handed one over to Mary. "Do you want to just keep on talking and watch Jumanji maybe?" she asked, pulling out the DVD and showing it to her. She preferred the original movie over the sequel. "Also, fun fact, he actually paid for the ring. It isn't even stolen."

"Now that is surprising. Your future husband is a bit of a kleptomaniac... Let me guess, he went to your dad to ask for the money for it so he didn't have to steal it? As for Jumanji and talking, I am all for that, works for me."

Guin nodded, getting the movie and putting it in the DVD player in Mary's room, before getting the TV all ready to go. "This feels so retro, watching on a little TV," she commented as she worked. Back home at Stark Tower, they had a private theater. She got to see movies about a month before they were released to the public. Sitting down next to Mary on the bed, she grabbed the bag of prepopped popcorn she had brought up with her. "And yeah, apparently he went to talk to my dad to get his blessing two days ago - bit old fashioned but he is from Serbia so I'm not too surprised."

"Well not all of us come from rich families or whatever you know. And sure, he's a bit old fashioned, but honestly that isn't that bad all things considering you know."

She giggled slightly. "I know - but think about it... What if he wants me to change my name to be Mrs. Guin Maximoff?"

"I don't think he will, especially if you tell him you don't want to or whatever."

"I've honestly never thought about it," Guin admitted. She knew that some people liked to dream about getting married one day and they already had an idea as to what name they would take, if any. Some of the girls and boys at her boarding school had picked out names for their future children and knew what style dress or suit they wanted to wear. Sure, she knew there was a good chance she and Pietro would get married thanks to Muscles, but this stuff hadn't been what she spent her time thinking about. She didn't even know if she wanted to get married in a dress or not.

"Well, knowing Pietro I'm pretty sure that he'd be fine with no matter what you did."

She nodded again, having a bit of a silly/dreamy smile on her face. "I am really happy that he asked me... My dad, not sure how he feels about it."

Mary giggled slightly, seeing the expression on Guin's face. She felt better and happier than she had in a while ever since the stuff with Mesmero had happened. "Well clearly he's accepted it otherwise odds are he wouldn't have given Pietro the money."

"What's the giggling for?" Guin asked Mary, nibbling on a handful of Goldfish.

"No reason Guin... Just glad to see you smiling and all happy."

Guin rolled her eyes at her friend. "You are such a Hufflepuff sometimes, Mare. I know you want to be a Ravenclaw or a Gryffindor - probably Gryffindor, knowing you - but you just can't help but be a little gooey marshmallow on the inside," she teased.

"Whatever you say Guin," Mary said with a slight laugh, shaking her head at her.

"Oooh can weddings have themes? We could do a Harry Potter wedding!" Guin suggested excitedly.

"Okay, saying this now, fairly certain that Pietro would not let you have a themed wedding."

She paused for a moment. "He'd probably say yes if it was Star Trek themed," Guin mused. It was her boyfriend - well, now fiancé's favorite show to watch. She fell on the Star Wars side of that rivalry, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy watching Star Trek episodes with him and pointing out that she would be considered a red shirt.

"He's a bit old fashioned as you pointed out before, so I don't think even then he'd go for it."

"True... Oh well, a girl can dream about wearing Harry Potter robes since dresses aren't really my thing..."

"He's going to make you wear a dress whether you want to or not Guin."

She wrinkled her nose at that. Her dad had made her wear dresses to Stark Industries events before, despite her insistence that she would be a lot more comfortable in a power suit instead. "Bleh, I hate dresses. They're the worst. My legs are always freezing in them and I feel like they're just designed to show off people's boobs."

"Yeah well, pretty sure you'll survive wearing a dress Guin. It's kind of generally what is worn by the bride you know."

"...Fine, as long as there are no heels," Guin rolled her eyes, taking some more GoldFish.

"You might need them because of the height difference," Mary teased.

"He's not that much taller than me!"

"He's like, 8 inches taller than you!"

She shrugged. "Then he can just lift me up for the photos, I hate heels!"

"Ever heard of wedges? They add the extra inches but are more like flats than heels and don't have it so you are like, walking on a spike or something."

"... See, this is why I want you to be my maid of honor. You've got good ideas. Oh, and don't worry... I am not asking you-know-who to be a bridesmaid, so you don't even need to get stressed out about that," Guin told Mary. She wasn't friends with Ayita, but she wanted to make sure that Mary knew she wouldn't have to be in that sort of situation at all. Guin had heard some of the things Ayita had been saying to Mary lately and it was horrifying, to be honest, that someone could be that cruel. She thought Ayita had been a better person than that.

Mary smiled at that, really glad that Guin wasn't going to have Ayita be a bridesmaid. She had tried to patch things up between them, but it didn't seem like Ayita was letting her do that. Though she started getting a slight headache now, but she wasn't going to let Guin know that. "Good..."

Guin nodded. "If you need me to do anything regarding that entire mess... Let me know. Richard owes me a favor."

"Honestly Guin? I don't think you can do much about that entire situation."

She grimaced slightly. "Yeah... It's just really shitty. But I know what I can do is offer you some of this variety of junk food I have. I can even get Piet to go grab us some deep dish pizza from Chicago if you want?"

"That sounds like it would be amazing," she said, smiling slightly at Guin.

Piet, can you get Mare and I some deep dish pizza from Chicago? Guin asked him, using the mental link. She had gotten the idea from the Flash TV show, since the Flash was always running off to Keystone City to get pizza for his friends back in Central City. "Okay, I asked him, so I hope you are hungry."

Alright, came his response. Mary nodded her head, glad that they were going to have pizza and such. Watching movies, probably talk about the wedding maybe, it was going to be fun.

Yay! I love you. Guin grinned, giving Mary two thumbs up to indicate that Pietro would be playing pizza delivery service for them. "Okay, so what else should I know about the wedding stuff...We talked about how I have to wear a dress or whatever, and then the not heeled flat things... wedges, right, that's what they're called..."

"I think I have a pair of wedges here somewhere..." she said, before she got up and went to her closet, looking around. After a moment, she pulled out a pair of shoes to show Guin what exactly they were. "These are the sorts of shoes I was mentioning, they are much easier to walk in than heels."

Guin put aside the junk food, getting off the bed and going over to Mary. "Those are actually kinda cute," she said, a bit surprised. "Of course never tell anyone I said that. I have to keep up my reputation as dressing like a street rat," she added with a bit of a giggle. She knew that Pietro would love it if she wore nicer clothes, but a large part of it was she wanted to be comfortable and she was stubborn as hell.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Anyway they are a lot easier to walk in then heels by a mile." she said, before there was a knock at their door. It was Pietro with their pizza.

Guin headed over to the door and opened it up, beaming at her husband-to-be. "You are really the best," she told him with a grin. "I'm assuming one of those pizzas is ours and the other ten are for you?" she giggled a bit, knowing that Pietro's metabolism required him to eat a lot.

"You know me too well Guina," he said with a smile as he handed her a box of pizza.

"I don't know if that is possible," she told him, giving him a kiss.

"Have fun you two," he said with a slight wave, before there was a gust of wind and he took off.

Guin then shut the door and put the box of pizza on the bed, opening it up. Thankfully, Pietro had included some plates and even some forks if they needed them. Deep dish got messy super easily. "Okay, so what's next to chat about? I'm assuming you don't have anything going on in your love life which is a shame - though Gambit did ask me if you were still dating Folly..."

"He's ridiculous about that and won't believe me when I tell him that we were never dating!!!!"

She cackled slightly, getting a piece of pizza for Mary and putting it on a plate for her, before getting herself a plate. Jumanji was playing in the background and it was about halfway over. "Why does he think you two are or were dating, anyways?" Guin asked. Mary never really struck her as someone that swung that way, so to speak. She had her own life and career and her plants - not really much room for a relationship and people didn't need those to be happy.

"Just because when Folly first came to the mansion and everyone told me to stay away from her I didn't and instead befriended her. I don't swing that way at all... Is that the only thing he mentioned about Folly?"

"He mentioned something about some corporate job he had and the CEO wanting to recruit her... He, obviously, gave a hard no to that," Guin told Mary. She didn't really know Folly, but she knew that the girl was insane. Her mutation also prevented any medication from really helping her, meaning that Folly's sanity was just going to get worse and worse as time went on. "I think he said he's working for Serval Industries - they're having some sort of private superhero team, which is interesting, but also will never kick ass as much as the Avengers."

"...Remy working for some company? That's a shocker, though I can totally understand why he'd say no to Folly being on any superhero team... She's too unstable... Last time she was here at the mansion she might have stabbed Remy..."

She raised an eyebrow at Mary, taking a bite of her pizza. "So I'm taking it she most definitely did stab someone then? Good to know."

"Yeah... Um, can we talk about something else now, just about anything else will work."

Guin paused for a moment, before she started snickering. "Okay then. Marygold Isley, Fuck, Marry, Kill? Your choices are Wolverine, Hawkeye, and Magneto." She used to love playing these sorts of games with Lance - MASH was always her favorite and she tended to have better success getting him to play that, rather than Fuck Marry Kill. But hey, they were pretty much having the semi-stereotypical female hang out session - they might as well lean into it.

"Yeah no, especially given those choices of yours!" Mary said, before she threw one of her pillows at Guin. She generally didn't mind the game, but was not going to pick from those three no matter what happened.

Guin narrowly managed to get her pizza out of the way, before the pillow hit her in the face. "Fine, fine - how about... Jakobsen, Loki, and Xavier?" she asked cheekily, throwing the pillow back at Mary.

"Nope, not happening."

"Okay, but you know the rules. You can't skip on the third set - Mr. Fantastic, Hawkeye, and Ant-Man," Guin posed to her friend.

"Yeah, no, I'm passing on the game entirely."

"Lame!" Guin giggled. "Okay, how about MASH? I used to play it to keep myself entertained whenever Dad made us fly to Europe so he could watch someone race one of his cars. Honestly, I totally approved when he decided to drive one himself - much more macho than just owning one and not doing anything with it really."

"Alright fine we can play MASH," Mary said with a laugh, shaking her head.


Andromeda Aldrich


Location: Ville au Camp - Main House - Room 100: Parlor
Skills: N/A

Andromeda didn't get to take too much of a breath before she found she was no longer alone in the parlor. Truthfully, Sophia hadn't been the person she expected to go check on her, but it made sense after a moment of reflection. She was arguably the sweetest person there. The Emendators were too busy to check in on her and she didn't fault them for that - they had things to discuss with Siduri. Part of her had wondered if James would come follow her, but he seemed to wrapped up in everything that was going on. If Bart or Faith had gone into the parlor to check on her, she would've asked to go buy lottery tickets - since apparently the impossible and improbable would have become reality. "Yeah, I'm fine," Andromeda told Sophia. She crossed her arms slightly, leaning up against the wall. It helped her to feel a little bit more grounded.

"It's just... this is all eerily similar to my timeline - things that happened there, at any rate," she explained. "The End of the World, time travel shenanigans, paranormal abilities... I'm trying not to think too much about my life before this, but I guess the universe has a sense of humor," she shrugged a bit. She hadn't really talked with the other Paradoxes about the timeline she came from. There were little moments though, when they would reference events and things that were fictional on their worlds but real on her world and she would pause for a moment, thinking about it but she always decided to keep her mouth shut. She was trying her best to move forward, to not be so tied down to the past and her previous life that the Destruere would come. Belladonna had taught her that.

"Thanks for checking on me, though, I appreciate it - but I don't think I'm going to go all Force Ghost just yet," she told her, giving her a slight smile.


Leda Storm

Location: Granite Falls, North Carolina, Outside of Crystal River School For Troubled Youth, Parking Lot

"You are so on!" Leda called out at Kristin, before hitting the very same button on her own ride. Given her status as a rainbow speedster, she couldn't help but want with every portion of her being to beat the others there - or at least Zeke. She didn't know if she could live it down if the son of Apollo beat her to their destination. If Mary beat her, she'd be able to just brush it off and say that she had given Mary a head start and just tease the daughter of Demeter some. That is how Leda communicated to Mary that they were friends - she teased her relentlessly. And of the others she was traveling with, sure she had quested with Kristin and Zeke before but she didn't particularly enjoy the company of either of them. "Okay, I think the snail might be last after all!" Leda called out, not going to admit that she felt some relief there.

Glancing down at the parking lot, Leda felt a bit strange being at a mortal school. The rapid distance they had covered didn't bother her all too much. She was used to moving quickly. However, seeing the parking lot and the school buildings and all... it was like looking at a life that they could have had, if it wasn't for the fact that their parents were gods and goddesses. She didn't regret it - she wasn't dissatisfied with who she was and the life she led. It just gave her something to think about for a moment, as she began to direct her chariot to touch down at the parking lot. Who knew, maybe one of these kids would turn out to be a half-sibling of hers.





@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic
The Playground - Washington D.C.: October 24th, 2020 - 3:45 P.M.

Up in the square, no one had noticed Flynn go and retrieve the two agents. However, Washington D.C. police had shown up and were roping off the area, interviewing civilians and asking them what had happened. None of the eye witness testimonies made any sense. One of them insisted that they had seen Katniss Everdeen fight the Purifiers - another claimed that it had been Black Widow - and yet another swore up and down that Prophesy of the X-Men had broken up the fight. Handling the police in the area was a job that would fall to Barton - but unfortunately, he still hasn't returned back to base yet.

Agent Abercrombie's phone will get a message from him, however: ...Care explaining why you all just killed a bunch of Purifiers? Even though Barton wasn't there, S.H.I.E.L.D. had eyes and informants everywhere. It wasn't that shocking that he knew about this about fifteen minutes after the fact. In fact, it would have been disappointing if he hadn't. (And in case anyone does decide to feed Goose at any point, his food is kept in a cat proof shelf in the kitchen). Both Niah and Flynn will have reached the end of the hallway, about to enter biotechnology when Wu and Dixon were outed as HYDRA by Abercrombie.

"That way's the hangar, right?" Dixon asked cheekily. The door was plainly labeled and the fiery HYDRA agent melted off the handle and kicked it down, while Wu focused on Tinley and keeping her busy. He didn't have any powers, but Agent Wu's specialty was martial arts and his goal was to take her batons from her and use them for himself. "And they say blondes aren't smart," Wu quipped slightly. He attempted to kick Tinley in the head, only to miss by a mile and spin, nearly losing his balance at the very last second.

Bonnie Chase

Location: The Playground - Bio-Engineering and Research -> Hallway
Skills: Biochemistry, Pistols
"...I'll come and get Goose," Bonnie said on the radio, hearing Tinley's cries of frustration from down the hallway. She could understand that having a cat underfoot wasn't ideal, especially in stressful situations. She knew that if Novikova hadn't been unconscious, the metal bending agent would have been fawning all over the cat, and then shooting death glares at Flynn for his dislike of the furry creatures. She grabbed her icer, hearing the commotion as well and Bonnie went out into the hallway. She was just in time to see Dixon run in towards the hangar and her eyes widened. She didn't need her PhD in Biochemistry to tell her that that was a horrible idea.

"Guys, there's fuel in there!" Bonnie exclaimed, going down the hallway at a run. Sure, she had left to go grab Goose but now they had a lot of things to freak out over. One of the Operations agents - Maria Smith - was out cold. Novikova, gifted with some pretty destructive powers, was also out cold. Scooping up Goose into her arms, she had her icer at the ready with her free hand. She knew that it was better to shoot with both hands on the gun, but Goose was getting in the way and she didn't want to know what Fury would do if his cat got hurt. "Please don't jump out of my arms or scratch me or anything, Goose..." she mumbled.

She wasn't able to get a clear shot on Wu, given that he was fighting with Abercrombie, and she knew that it was a horrible idea if she got directly involved in the fighting. Niah knew some medicine and Tempest was able to heal, but her job was essentially to be the doctor for the team. It was never a great idea to send the doctor into a fight - as who would help if the doctor was down for the count?

At any rate, they'd need to have someone go and stop Dixon, before the Playground exploded...
Professor Walnut
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Central Hall
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Was it annoying that she was instantly outed as the shooter? Yes. However, the lord had earlier thanked whoever had killed Director Kindle, so perhaps he would approve that she had attempted to shoot Dr. Swamp. It was the main reason that she wasn't more than slightly irritated to have her actions be reported. She still stood by them - she had gone into the room with genuine intentions, attempting to help Dr. Swamp save a man's life, and then he turned it into attempted murder - well, successful murder. Perhaps he had somehow been working with Titian. It would make some sense. Titian had been aiding the poor woman who ended up dead via the chair - perhaps the two of them together were the blackmailer. It would make sense - Swamp would be the brains and Titian the muscle.

She caught the slight wink from Titian and she gave him no visual response. If she were to keep a list of those who had betrayed her and would be considered enemies, she would have added his name - his pseudonym at any rate. The man still wearing his mask was speaking with Dr. Swamp, something that Walnut made sure to take note of. Amaranthine didn't give her much, though Walnut knew her true identity so it was what she expected. Such figures had to keep things under the wraps. The servant told them to wait as the others continued the climb, with Walnut glancing around with a bit of impatience. She wanted to slip back into the crowd, to no longer be marked in their eyes as a mad shooter - of course, that could work to her advantage. Whoever was there to blackmail them, perhaps they would be scared. Since not only were they trapped here, but the blackmailer was trapped here with Walnut.


Jack Newnan


Location: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: Russian (fluent)

Jack had thought that he had changed - that he really had. He blamed his inaction previously for costing Sutton her life, for his mother's death. Sutton had left without asking him so that way he could make it out. He hadn't been fast enough to save his mother when the outbreak began. After losing Tatiana, he thought that he wasn't that person anymore - that fear didn't paralyze him, that he could force himself to move forward without any hesitation. But the more things change, the more they stay the same. He had been so confused and worried that all he had been able to do was sit on the couch, trying to keep his son calm as Tatiana and Ash had it out.

Sure, it hadn't been a heartless decision. There was a lot that Tatiana hadn't told him over the year that they were apart - a lot of tragedies that happened to her, sometimes to the point where Jack didn't know if physical contact from him would comfort her or not. He hadn't told her that. He hadn't talked about it. He had been so happy to have his wife and son back that he had bottled up all of that fear and anxiety, trying to convince himself that he really was a different person now. He had changed in some aspects - become more vengeful and dark - but deep down, he still felt like the kid who was too slow - the kid who wasn't fast enough to save his mother from an abusive boyfriend, to save his girlfriend, to save his wife and child.

Seeing Tatiana kneel in front of him... It all came rushing back to Jack's mind. It was happening again. Could she count on him? Could she depend on him? What was wrong with him? He had a million excuses and reasons for why he had stayed with Jamie on the couch, but the guilt and anxiety and fear was gnawing away at him. He wished for what was not the first time in his life that he could turn back the clock, tell his past self what to do, to not be paralyzed into inaction... but that wasn't possible. The dead rising again was the only abnormality in their world.

"I'm sorry," Jack said quietly. He blinked a bit, trying to get the water out of his eyes and he smiled a bit at Jamie's giggling. Maybe he needed some therapy as well. He didn't know how to be a good father - he was trying his very best. He thought that keeping Jamie happy and calm during the fighting match, preventing him from having memories of his mother punching and screaming his uncle was the best choice of action... but maybe it hadn't been. He hadn't had the chance to take a parenting class or anything during the zombie apocalypse. He wished Miss Sally had been there - sure, he probably would've been smacked upside the head by her, but she would have had advice to help. He shut out the voices of those around him, getting off the couch, holding Jamie with one arm and wrapping Tatiana into a hug with his other arm.

"Я не собираюсь оправдываться. Я обещаю вам, что я сделаю лучше - я буду лучшим мужем и лучшим отцом. Я люблю тебя, Татьяна, и это никогда ничего не изменит. Мне так жаль..." he told her, speaking from the heart. He was going to be better. He was going to try his very best. Tatiana and Jamie, Ash, Amelia, and Riley - they were his family. He wouldn't fail them again - he made a promise to himself.

Beatrice Decker


Location: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

Alexander was most decidedly not fine in her opinion. Some exclaimed in annoyance as she tackled and pinned Hunter to the ground, but she didn't care. A part of her noted that all of the men present were just sort of doing emotional declarations, while it was the women who were taking physical action - take that, gender roles! She eyed someone moving towards her, but it didn't change her course of action. The attitudes of those watching them didn't help to shake Beatrice out fo the juvi mindset. The guards in juvi had pretty much felt similarly whenever a fight broke out - sometimes they'd intervene, but more often than not they didn't care.

One of the people here seemed to be enjoying her actions - and Beatrice wasn't sure how to feel about that exactly. Instead of contemplating the moral implications or the philosophical ones, she instead turned her eyes back down to the man she had pinned to the ground. Well, he wasn't much of a man in her opinion. The nickname of the Hulk did cause Beatrice to chuckle slightly. "I've been called worse," she said, her way of saying that she approved of the nickname. It was better than Double Decker by a long shot - but she also did like Killer Bea. The stern voice coming from the boy she had pinned caused her to roll her eyes. That hadn't been one of the options she had given him. Speaking with that voice, swearing at her to get off? That wasn't going to give him the outcome he wanted.

She glanced back at Thalia, not wanting to admit that it had bothered her when Thalia called her an angry cunt. She also didn't want to admit that her stomach felt a bit like marshmallow fluff around the woman at times. Her gaze returned to the man she had pinned beneath her. As much as she was angry at him for the things he had done, causing Alex's panic attack, she realized he was too weak to even fight back. This humiliation to his pride might do more than breaking his arm.

"Don't fuck up again," she told him, getting up off of him and rising again her to her full height.



The Castle: May 11th, 12,508 - 5:30 PM

The funeral for the ExtraOrdinary Wizard, Arya Rincewind, was held three days after she perished. It was a private function, with only family members and close friends being allowed to attend. There was a banquet in her memory held at Wizard Tower, in which the wizards told stories about her and then discussed the pressing and problematic question: who to replace her? There were only two viable candidates present - Jarvis Yule and Blaise Rowland. But since Yule did not want the pressures of being ExtraOrdinary Wizard, wanting to spend time with his husband and family, Rowland resumed the office with a heavy heart. Arya had been more than just an apprentice to him.

As for Fleur and her Coven, Princess Meadow stayed for three more nights before her brother recalled her to the Lagoon. She left behind roughly 100 troops with Fleur, giving them instructions to follow the commands of the Witch Messiah as needed. If more troops were to be needed, Fleur was to contact them with advanced notice and they would muster them. Bernice and Constance spent much of the week training their girls, preparing them for the battle of their lives. There was no sign of the Sickenesse returning, thankfully. And not a single peep from Chthon, as if the elder god had become dormant after Fleur stole his powers for herself.

Ahote Proudstar had been brought into the fold at the Palace, as well as Mona Windrider. Ahote was working with Myrus in terms of controlling his abilities and powers, while Mona is helping Amarantha investigate the mysterious stones that went into the Palace. The trail had gone cold for the most part, with the exception of a lock of black hair that was found on the final stone.

Myrus Silvers

Location: the Palace - Dining Hall
Skills: N/A

The chef had prepared for them a traditional meal from the Lagoon. The sauce was a deep and creamy red, partnered with various herbs from the Palace Gardens, roasted rabbit chunks, and fine hair like noodles. To drink, there was plenty of ale and fresh water, along with some mint tea. Myrus found the taste of ale to be a bit foul so he was sipping his tea, using the worst china since the chef didn't want the fine china to explode if his powers flared up at the meal. He twirled his fork slightly, getting some noodles before taking a bite.

His sister was not a traditional Queen by any means - meaning that Ahote, Amarantha, and Mona were welcome at the dining table with Valda, Luna, and Myrus if they so chose. He speared a bit of meat on his fork, hesitating for a moment before eating it. When he was little, he had gone on a meat strike after he realized that cute little bunnies were being killed and served to him. His love of the taste of meat and the need to consume it in order to be strong (as iron supplements do not really exist here) had motivated him to take up eating it again.

He looked at his sisters, feeling a bit worried. Fleur hadn't made her move yet, but with each passing day he became more and more anxious that it was going to happen. They needed to get ready for her and quickly. "So, um, Valda... I-I have some ideas on how to Fleur proof the palace... If you're ready to help me with that," he asked her softly. Most of them involved his sister's Magyk, but he also wanted to talk to Amarantha. He knew that she had some sort of person making mechanical weapons for her - so maybe the way to trick a witch wasn't with Magyk but instead with machines.

Asgard: May 11th, 12,508 - 6:30 PM

For the past week, Myth and Bruce's infant son has been cared for by his extended family. His aunt Halley, a medical expert in her own right, collaborated with his grandfather Lance and great-grandfather Bruce in coming up with a treatment. It helped that the child was a quarter Asgardian, as even though he was premature, the treatment was allowing him to grow and stay strong and healthy. He was still incredibly tiny but Halley estimated that it would be another week until the infant would be able to survive without their treatment.

Since it was a difficult and busy time for Myth and Bruce, some friends of Bruce's father agreed to take in Antonije, Sylvi, Marya, and Medea for a little while. It helped that one of them was gifted with speed, meaning that the people of Asgard heard the occasional BOOM as one of the twins goaded the man into a race. So far, neither of the twins had managed to beat him just yet, jokingly referring to him as the God of Speed.

Both Cuyler and Arnora began training - with Klara mentoring the former and Runa the latter. It was about the time for the evening meal on Asgard. Cuyler and Arnora had been given temporary lodging at the Palace, since Klara insisted and claimed she had too many rooms for just her anyways. Myth and Bruce had been given a room as well, near the Healing Chamber where their baby boy rested and recovered.

"I'm afraid the evening meal with have to wait," Runa told her trainee with a knowing smile. "The All-Mother and I decided that Myth and Bruce's wedding has been far too long delayed - and we have arranged for a private ceremony to be conducted here momentarily." Myth's dress had been fitted and restored to its former beauty. The family members were all in the Great Hall of the Palace already, with Klara having used her powers over love and romance to decorate the space.

She had to smile slightly, hoping her son and future daughter in law would enjoy this surprise.






Washington D.C.: September 8th, 2020 - 11:00 AM


Homeless Shelter - Mutant Friendly:

Havok rolled his eyes at Spark Plug. "The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma," he told her with a wink, quoting the legendary Patrick Star from Spongebob. He was mostly talk when it came to things like this, only ever really showing genuine feelings for the daughter of Magneto, Lorna Dane. Sometimes he got a bit jealous of the guy she liked to hang around with the light powers - Eclipse - but the two of them were more or less solid. They were constantly on and off again, but never really pursued anyone else but each other. Maybe if they were at the same Underground cell, things would be different.

He shrugged a bit. "I think so - but it doesn't really matter what I think," he told her. "Everyone is going to have different ideas on how to lead - hell, look at my brother. Cyclops is literally the worst but when he led the X-Men, they still managed to save the day. So does that mean he's a bad leader? I don't know... I think just follow your heart and your gut, Spark Plug. That's all anyone can really expect of you."

They then arrived at the same homeless shelter Anastasia had been at a little under half an hour ago now. There were some trucks parked out front and the door to the main entrance had been propped open.

The Surface - Sidewalk Outside the National Zoo:

Using powers out in the open in an area hostile to mutants, such as Washington D.C., is never the best idea. Max, Leighton, and Jack had been lucky that no one had spotted them just yet - but as Max turned himself into a regular Sherlock Holmes, a pair of dads taking their families to the zoo spotted him using his powers. Now, most people would think this wouldn't be a problem - it was just a wardrobe change, right? But to these people, they just saw a mutant near the zoo, the zoo where their children were about to spend the day and that was unacceptable.

Their wives called the police, ushering their children to "safety" inside of the zoo and telling the officer on the line that Max had threatened them. The men started running in the direction of Jack and Leighton, attempting to catch Max and figure out where exactly he went.

The Sewers - Location Unknown...:

"You're going the wrong way," a voice whispered in his mind. He'd never heard this voice before, but Max (henceforth called STITCH :P ) would be able to figure out that it was most likely Grimlock, the non-verbal girl he had met before. And then, as if a file transfer was being completed, he would suddenly have a little mental map of how to get back to the Morlock tunnels in his head. It wouldn't be permanent and would fade away after about thirty minutes, but that is more than enough time to find his way back to the others.

Veil


Location: Jail
Skills: Perception
"Speak for yourself, Saph, I am a spring chicken," Veil said jokingly, despite the fact that Sapphire was a year her younger. She giggled a bit at her friend's comment and the way Sapphire was reacting, even though it hurt to breathe after the thorough beating the police had given her. She knew that it easily could have been worse if they were running one of the Underground cells further south - she dreaded to imagine her odds of being alive if they had been in Alabama and not D.C. Of course, she hadn't taken this job because she wanted it to be easy - she was here to help mutants in need in a way that the X-Men never could.

She smirked a little bit, not needing telepathy or anything to take a guess at the thoughts running through Sapphire's mind. She had never seen the Ice Queen blush this much before in her life - though it was also a bit weird to see her as a brunette. It was as if Sapphire had decided to become the personification of caramel in Veil's mind. "Go on," Veil prompted her. "Would you rather sleep with Iron Man or Freddie Flynn?" She was a bit curious to see if Sapphire would actually fess up there. No matter which way she answered, though, Veil was going to have a giggling fit. Either she chose to marry Freddie Flynn in this little game or she would chose to have relations with him.

There were some footsteps outside of their cell, but they quickly passed. Sapphire's daring knight of a potential boyfriend wasn't there to rescue them yet. Veil mostly just hoped that Spark Plug was okay - that she and the others had made it back to base. Hopefully none of them would do anything stupid in a rescue attempt, since that would just draw more attention to the Underground - an organization that operated best when it wasn't out in the open.

Sunshine


Location: the Morlock Tunnels
Skills: People Reading
Erg gave James a nod, quickly considering what he had said - they would need two people to assist him. Blink would be holding the portal open, meaning that she wouldn't be able to really help with the physical movement of items. And as much as he hated Jack, Jack's ability to morph his features was useful for supply runs if anything went wrong. "You, Blink, Stretch, and Sunshine," he considered, before looking at the girl and deciding that even though she was feisty, they might want some more muscle on the job. "See if you can persuade one or two others to come with you as well - but no more than two more. A large group can prove challenging."

"Once Stretch returns from fraternizing with surface dwellers, you should head out," Erg said, his voice making clear exactly how he felt about Jack's double life. To him, the Morlocks were meant to be separate with no ties to the world above. Their supply runs were the main time when they ventured into the city, though there wasn't a thing that went on in Washington D.C. that Erg didn't know about. Jack was different - he continued to work as a private investigator, having his life above and his life below. Once of these days, he would have to choose - and Erg hoped that the day would come sooner rather than later.

"That's why you hate him then? You think he's a risk," Sunshine observed, looking at Erg. Although most people underestimated her, she had a knack for reading people. She didn't need to know Erg's life story to see that to him, Jack was jeopardizing everything the Morlocks had by refusing to pick a side. Jack reminded her a bit of protagonists in novels like that, trapped between two worlds and trying to have it all. She had watched the Chilling Adventures of Sabrina on a computer in a library where some idiot hadn't logged out of their Netflix and this seemed to be the same sort of thing - the Path of Light v the Path of Night, only here it was the Morlocks or the Surface.

"That is neither here nor there, Little One," Erg warned her, his patience with Sunshine seemingly finally wearing thin.

Sunshine just sort of shrugged. "I'm almost an adult - so not really a little one. Also, you saying that makes me more convinced that it's true. I bet you don't like the X-Men or anything either," she told him matter of factly. It didn't matter too much to her though what Erg's opinions were on the so called mutant question. The Morlock community was safe and had everything she needed to survive - and although she would never admit it, she had the chance to belong to something again. She hadn't belonged anywhere since the Purifiers torched her apartment building, sending the people she chose as her family to Mutant Super Max and her to juvenile detention.

"But what do I know?" she said rhetorically.

Spirit Box


Location: Sephora
Skills: Mediumship, Fashion, Deception, Psychology, Acting
Casper did a little bit of a twirl as he entered the Sephora, breathing in the perfumes and letting out a happy sigh. This was the place where dreams came true. People came inside, wanting to let their inner beauty shine through with the help of some cosmetics and as if a magic wand was waved, their wildest dreams came true. He used to beg his mother to take him to Sephora for his birthdays and even though she was raised in an old fashioned, strict household, she figured that wanting to wear make up wasn't the worst thing her son could be up to. He then chuckled a bit, remembering how angry she had gotten when someone questioned why Casper was there - she had beaten them up and gotten him this sparkly pink eyeshadow he had his eye on.

"Casper, you don't have any money," Ben reminded him, really hoping that he wasn't going to shoplift.

"You don't need that here," Casper reminded his friend, looking around for a moment. He had never had a job in his life and he managed to get plenty of drugs. Sure, his trust fund paid for rehab but his father didn't let him touch it otherwise, convinced that Casper needed to "get clean!" and "contribute to society!" All he needed to do was sell someone an experience and he would walk out with... his eyes kept on wandering, until he saw some particularly dashing purple lip gloss. Yes, he would end up with that before the hour was up.

"Watch and learn, Benjamin," he told his friend.

"You're going to get arrested..." Ben sighed. "Why do I even bother trying to help you?"

"Because you have nothing else better to do?" Casper pointed out.

There were a fair amount of customers in the store and Casper spotted an old white woman looking a little bit lost. Her purse only snapped shut in the middle, something that Casper took as a win. Old ladies always carried cash on them and he walked in that direction, making like he was heading over to get some mascara and he bumped into her, knocking the purse to the ground. "Oh dear, I am so sorry!" Casper exclaimed, picking up the purse and handing it to her.

"Watch where you're going!" the old woman snapped, taking her purse and walking off in a huff.

"Thank you, Mrs. Crabby Pants," Casper whispered to himself. He had managed to grab four twenties out of her purse and he grinned, quickly folding up the cash and he walked on over to the lipsticks. Grabbing the purple shade he had been admiring, he took the tube up to the counter and paid for it.

"You literally stole from an old lady..." Ben sighed. "Really. That's up there with taking candy from babies!"

"Babies don't eat candy - they can't, they don't have teeth yet," Casper reminded his friend. "So honestly, I would probably do that - consider it a public service."


Virginia Crypt


Location: Carlisle/Road to Gretna Green
Skills: N/A

Virginia's eyes widened slightly as Ny told her that her father was in India. She did not know if he was a man that she could trust truthfully, but her intuition was telling her that she could. He knew of her family, was well traveled, and did not have the same hang ups that most members of society did. Had he told her that she was his cousin, Virginia would have been inclined to take him at his word. Of course, the location of India struck her mostly because it was a stark contrast to the direction the Russian Circus wished to point them in. India brought to her mind visions of a hot climate - whether or not that was true was yet to be seen. The name seemed exotic and it was a place that she would very much care to go to - but Virginia wished to travel more or less everywhere if she were to be honest.

"Thank you," she told him, feeling that his words were true. She was intrigued by the book that he kept with him, especially since it reminded her of Ludwig's. It likely had to do something with his training, then, she deduced - or the two men both had a penchant for a similar form of journal. No, it knew the location of her father - that would not have been listed in an ordinary book, that much she was certain of. "If you do not mind, what exactly is the journal you have there? I am very curious in such a thing of knowledge - especially since it seems to have some sort of talent to it," Virginia asked kindly. She wasn't going to pressure him into revealing anything he didn't want to. He had been kind to her and she believed in treating others as one wished to be treated - in most cases anyways. Some people deserved to be treated horribly.

Maeve Brennan


Location: House Kirkpatrick - Outside of the Study (Main Floor)
Skills: N/A

Maeve glanced up the stairs, hearing Lady Kirkpatrick and she smiled slightly. Millicent's letter was still in her hand and she realized that there was an additional option. She was here to work for Lady Kirkpatrick - though technically, also to spy on her - Maeve's life had become a bit complicated. Given that Millicent's letter detailed most likely whatever unsavoriness she had uncovered, relating to the ship she mentioned, it could very well be something pertinent for the Lady Kirkpatrick to see. "Aye, they've gone - I believe their carriage is departin' nigh," she told her employer. She nodded sympathetically at the chorus of bumbling idiots - she worked as a bartender in her family's gang and the drunks were more annoying and tiresome than they were pleasant.

"I would enjoy a draink, though oi 'av somethin' 'ere dat may interest yer? I don't know 'ow ter read, me lady, but me gut is tellin' me this is important," she explained, holding out the letter Millicent had given her to Lady Kirkpatrick. Her loyalty was towards the woman giving Roisin education and protection - not to the battered woman who had temporarily come into the house. The world was harsh and unforgiving, but who knew, maybe having Lady Kirkpatrick see the letter would be to the young woman's advantage. Maeve was mostly just certain that it would reveal something sinister on the part of Lady Kirkpatrick's nephew - information she had no doubt that Lady Kirkpatrick would want to possess if she didn't already.
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