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In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Leda Storm
Location: Camp Half-Blood
Leda smirked slightly. "Rainbow Empress, actually," she corrected. Part of her had been tempted to go into the technicalities - expressing that if she were royal, her mother would be the Rainbow Queen, and that would make Leda then Her Royal Highness, Princess Leda, Duchess of Something. Maybe Duchess of Speed? She'd have to talk to one of her moms about this in order to get their input on the matter. Most of the kids at Camp Half-Blood were American and didn't really have much exposure to how titles worked in the Royal Family. And even then, it wouldn't matter too much - her mother was a goddess. Leda was practically guaranteed to never succeed her as the Rainbow Queen. However, Duchess of Speed was cool! Maybe she'd have to start introducing herself like that when fighting monsters, see if it caught on.

"Now if you look down in either direction, you'll see Camp Half-Blood. Located in gorgeous Long Island in New York, blah blah blah, blah blah blah..." Leda was snickering a bit. She knew that Keira likely would have been chuffed if she had given her more details, but she didn't feel like it. Mr. D and Chiron could handle that at the Big House when these demigods went through orientation. There was no reason to give Keira the same exact information twice. "Though I will give you one bit of advice, love - don't make friends with Zeke. He's an arse." She doubted that Keira would take the advice, but hey, it wasn't her fault if she didn't. She then started the landing preparation for the chariot.
In 🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Andromeda Aldrich
Location: Ville au Camp - Main House - Room 101: Sitting Room -> Room 109: Her Bedroom
Skills: N/A
Andromeda couldn't help but feel more and more frustrated with the Emendators. They had someone who could teach to Faith's skillset and given that the Emendators appeared to be able to travel to just about any time and any reality, combined with the fact that they had Elder Paradoxes scattered everywhere, why couldn't they find someone to teach the remaining paradoxes? Even if the ability match up wasn't exact, it made the most sense to Andromeda. She also was a bit curious as to why there had been no mention or discussion of bringing back the other Emendator - Nancy - to help with this situation. If they were dealing with an end of days event, then they needed everyone - especially the person who could peer into the future. Andromeda's pride had been tempered so far, as she tried her best to just listen to the Emendators, but her frustration was starting to get the better of her.

Gilbert then brought up a troubling conclusion - that the loop was seemingly breaking or something along those lines. Her stomach twisted at the thought, realizing she had found herself in another situation where something was growing wrong with time - great. Even if it was just as Gilbert suggested, time growing short or that there was some sort of vulnerability in the loop, it didn't bode well in her mind. "Maybe see if you can recall the Cards," Andromeda suggested, before she retreated to her own bedroom. Her mind flickered towards Fairfax. He was from the 1920s, but due to problems with time in her own timeline, they had met and she had even formed a bit of a crush on him. He would have been eating all of this up and Andromeda knew that she ought to have been enjoying herself more. This was what she had always wanted - to see behind the curtain and learn more and more about the strange and unusual.

Instead, as she sat down on the bed, it felt like a nightmare.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Stark Tower - New York City, New York (Outfit)
Skills: N/A
Guin's bodyguards assumed positions by the elevator, as she walked over to her grandfather on the top floor of the tower. Stark Tower looked more or less as it always did, and Guin gave her grandfather a hug. She was rather close with her paternal grandparents, having learned a lot from her grandfather and father about engineering. They taught her just about everything she knew. "Yeah, there's a party going on Gramps - it's Hanukkah," she explained, before she slipped off her heels and set them down on the desk by Howard's computer. She didn't want to be in fancy shoes while working lab. She'd much prefer to be barefoot - safety hazards be damned.

"Ally and I were just going to go down to my lab," she added. Guin paused for a moment. While she didn't feel like this information could be trusted in the hands of the Royal Family just yet, especially if Allison was right, she didn't see the harm in letting her grandfather know. Besides, he was older and had more experience than she did. It couldn't hurt to get a second opinion, given the stakes that were hinging on the results.

"Gramps, I could actually use your help with this," Guin began. "Allison's been... Well, I'll let her explain what exactly. I need to run some brain scans, try to figure out if what's going on is just a psychiatric issue or if it really is fundamental warping of reality, with her just somehow retaining memories of the original world." It all was boggling the mind, and Guin left out the part where she had had a dream resembling what Allison was detailing. Thankfully they were out of earshot of the guards, as while Leo and Fortes were fairly quiet around her, she didn't doubt that they gossiped with the other staff at the Palace.

"Where's Dad and Mom, by the way?" she asked, a bit curious since she hadn't seen them at the party. It made sense, sadly, that they wouldn't have been invited - they were human.
Casper Theriot
Location: Outside - New Orleans, Louisiana
Skills: Mediumship
"...I don't think not existing in the real world has anything to do with anything," Ben commented, a bit confused by Chrysi's explanation and Casper nodded in agreement. It did seem a little bit odd to him that SHIELD had a crown, but Casper never really paid too much attention to that organization. Maybe they wanted to have one in order to have a SHIELD sponsored version of Ru Paul's Drag Race and then crown the winner with it? It seemed a plausible enough explanation to him.

"I assume persuasion means sloppily killing people," Casper commented. "Yeah, think so... I REALLY doubt she's just going up to people, asking about their kids and their lives, and then begging for information," Ben muttered, trying to kick a soda can on the ground but his foot just went straight through it. The ghost groaned a bit in frustration, as if he had been hoping that in this new world, he'd be able to actually kick things and make contact.

However, he didn't know if he wanted to make everyone remember the real world. He had heard the description of the crown - le diadème d'Athéna - and figured that it had to be the mind stone. The Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy? It seemed a bit too obvious and on the nose there. The mind stone wouldn't make the world go back to the way it had been. And if people were happier here... why force them to remember pain? And if they were sadder here, why give them to knowledge that their happiness had been stolen from them? His eyes darted towards Jack. He trusted his little brother to do the right thing - in his world... but here? Here he just didn't know. Sure, Jack been a con artist but this was organized crime - this was a Legion of Evil!

That all went out the window as Chrysi shoved his baby brother against a wall and Casper could hear a slight crack. Without even thinking about it, he lunged at the redhead, swinging his fist at her face only to miss as Chrysi sidestepped. Throwing another punch, Casper missed once again - it was almost comical.

"Dude, stop trying to hit her, you aren't going to hit at this rate.... Like a goddamn Stormtrooper..." Ben muttered.

"No way! No one hurts my baby brother!"
Dominika Novikova and Runa Blake
Location: Banner Residence - Sydney, Australia
Skills: Earth Manipulation
Novikova heard Niah's plea for her to not do this - but it was the phrase the others that clued her in. She changed her gaze slightly, looking past Lance and Runa, and she finally spotted the rest of the team down the hallway. She was strong, but she wasn't strong enough to fight all of them. Her control over metal might be able to stop Wolverine, but it would take all of her focus. She was paralyzed for a moment, trying to decide what to do after this potentially fatal miscalculation. She heard Agent Diggby load her icer with a signature curse word and the color drained from Novikova's already pale face.

Fortunately, though, Sapphire provided her with a decent explanation. She relaxed slightly, her toes uncurling in her shoes and the tension leaving her, as she released the earthen hold on everyone. "I figured since Abercrombie wasn't allowed to come, I might as well trick them into complying, knock them out and get them on the ship," Novikova lied. "But apparently, we weren't informed that the secondary team would be coming," she said, allowing a bit of venom into her voice. "And watch the way you look at me, Popsicle. Ice shatters easily when hit with a rock." Had Sapphire been someone she knew from the real world, a trusted teammate, then she might have felt a bit guilty about threatening her. But any ties she had to Sapphire were fake, just an illusion. The ones to Sparky/Lance, Abercrombie, Bautista, Reed, and Smith? Those ones were real.

As for Runa, her nightmare was just worsening. She had wanted to run to Lance's bedroom and find her sling ring, in order to get them as far away from the Red Guard as they could, but suddenly, someone had a grip on her mind. It wasn't strong and total, but enough that each suggestion Tinley gave to her was incredibly tempting to follow. Combined with the threat against Lance, someone she cared for deeply, and Runa felt a bit like crumbling inwards on herself. Her life in the real world had been hell and now, this all seemed to be a cruel joke. Maybe Loki really was behind all of this.

She did know that the silver haired girl was lying about pretending to betray the others. Maybe she would be someone that could help get Lance to freedom, if not herself as well. Maybe it was strange, caring so deeply for someone when her entire history with him was a lie, but it didn't change the way she felt. "When I am freed from your grip, sorceress, I'll have your head and ensure the roads of your city run red with the blood of you and those you care for." Runa figured that since Tinley was inside her mind, she would be able to hear that thought. She heard picked up a few things in the means of threatening individuals from her brother, Forseti - the God of Justice and Retribution. He tended to lean on the retribution side of things.
In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Cecily Ashworth
Location: Grimm, Indiana (Police Station)
Skills: Deduction
Despite her best efforts with the search, Cecily was coming up empty handed. She kept on trying, using different keywords and the like, but there was nothing she could find. It wasn't too surprising, given that she was using Google and a smartphone - but still, she was a little bit frustrated by it. She would have texted Keystone for help but he hadn't answered her last text, so she wasn't about to bombard him with more. All she really had was what she could think through - Riley had never really mentioned her sister being the violent type, so that she imagined would hold up to be pretty truthful for Chloe. Tinder - he was an FBI agent - so it made sense that he wasn't too easy to find on the internet, it would be dangerous for FBI agents if anyone could find their life story with a google search.

"So that came up with nothing," Cecily told Roy with a grimace. "I even checked to see if I could find things on Chloe and Tinder, since they were recently killed. I figured since we're playing by comic book rules, one of them could have faked their death but Chloe from what I know doesn't match the profile of someone who would do this. Tinder was an FBI agent, but that's as much as I really know about him. And the living star students? There's as much on them as there is information on the title for Avengers 4," she finished her explanation.

"...We probably should move, though," Cecily then added, slipping her phone into her pocket. Once they found Riley, they could ask her which of her classmates had the background to be a killer - or at least skills or motives to do so. But even then, motive could be tricky. Oliver Queen almost destroyed Starling City in Season Three of Arrow and he was supposed to be the hero. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but Riley couldn't be eliminated as a suspect. These were comic book rules. Anyone could have done this.



In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic
Pym Technologies - San Fransisco: October 25th, 2020 - 3:05 A.M.
"Once my wife is out of there, I'll explain," Pym said shortly to Tempest. His words were not as benign as they could have been. There was a certain edge to them, as if Pym was hinting that if she kept asking him about it while he was operating the machine, she'd find themselves covered in a swarm of ants. A few of the ants moved a bit closer to Tempest, but not enough for it to be conclusively Pym threatening her. He didn't seem to really react to Tinley's comments.

Hope shot the two agents a bit of a sympathetic look, before continuing to monitor the progress of the Ultron program. "System readouts are as expected, Dad," she said. The robot's arm had successfully reached into the Quantum Realm, using Novikova's mind as a guidance system of sorts. Its directive was to retrieve all humanoid lifeforms it found down there, the only way the program would fetch the others and not leave Raynor behind, as he was Asgardian. They also just couldn't be certain what sort of mutations the Quantum Realm could have caused in the humans too.

"Her brain activity is spiking - heading into a dangerous level," Bonnie warned, standing at the medical station. She knew that Novikova was tough and that this was the only way they had to bring people home, but too much more of this and there could be permanent changes in Novikova's brain. She made a silent promise to herself that if Novikova's activity hit a critical level, she'd shut it off herself. Hopefully the robot retrieved their agents before that happened. Her eyes darted over towards Cassandra for a moment.

Pym actually smiled a lot, laughing and shaking his head at Harry's Stark comment. Pym hated Howard Stark and any other Stark was lumped into that hatred. They were guilty by association. Case in point, Howard Stark had stolen the Ultron Project from him. If it hadn't been for Howard, his wife could've been alive and outside of the Quantum Realm. He blamed him for what had happened to Janet, rightfully so or not. "I like that one," he mused, referring to Harry as he worked. A few of the bugs did seem almost offended at Harry's comments, skirting away from him. "As for Terminator, no. It's personality matrix is copied from a Stark design. I hate the lot of them, but I couldn't code an AI better than that."

"And it will work," Pym grunted, as a bunch of ants started herding Flynn back slightly. It was pretty clear in this case that Pym did not appreciate the jock. At least Tempest had been a woman of science - Flynn just seemed to be a pretty face, the type that Pym would hire to move equipment around the lab and then sigh in frustration when faced with the reality of how low the IQ of his help was.

"Will someone get that DAMN CAT UNDER CONTROL?!" Pym snapped, hearing the mug fall to the ground from Goose batting it off. He didn't want this to be messed up because Barton felt like bringing his pet and Hawkeye went over to Goose, picking him up. "Goose, let's play a game, okay? It's called you stay in my arms and don't scratch me," Hawkeye whispered to the cat.

"Retrieving female humanoid, approximate age seventeen," Ultron announced in a computerized and robotic sounding voice - which made sense. It would have been weird for his voice to be normal. His arm extended and he pulled out a girl in a white and pink outfit, reminiscent of Spider-Man.

"...What universe is this?" the girl asked, her blonde hair poking out from underneath the white hood of her outfit.

"Retrieving female humanoid, approximate age twenty," Ultron then announced, reaching his arm back through the portal and this time, he pulled out Sparky. To Sparky, it would have felt like she had been in the Quantum Realm for an entire year.

"Retrieving male humanoid, approximate age five hundred," Ultron said, pulling Raynor out of the Quantum Realm next. His hair was long and shaggy and he seemed to be incredibly malnourished. His skin was the color of ash and he was hardly breathing.

And lastly, Ultron reached his arm through one last time, "Retrieving female humanoid, approximate age seventy," he said. He then pulled Janet Van Dyne, the original Wasp, out of the Quantum Realm and the portal closed, as tears came to Hank's eyes. The program finished and Novikova collapsed unconscious, blood gushing from her nose from the overuse of her powers.

"Janet!" Hank cried out, racing across the room and embracing her. Hope joined in on the hug as well and the family was reunited at last.

"Primary directive fulfilled. Initiating secondary protocol."
In The Gifted - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi
Washington D.C.: September 8th, 2020 - 12:45 PM
The Luxury - Washington D.C. Waterfront:

The servant nodded at Requiem's inquiry, while Shaw seemed to be too focused on business to really acknowledge the question regarding the origin of the wine. Or perhaps he simply just figured that he had people for answering that sort of question and did not personally pay attention to where his alcohol was sourced from. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you," Shaw said, his face straight before it broke into a smile and he laughed. "But very well. The asset is a prototype sentinel. As I'm sure you can understand, I am eager to keep it from the wrong hands. It's been missing for nine days."

Shaw surprisingly didn't seem repulsed in the slightest by Jinx sticking his wad of gum on the rim of the glass. "As for returning the sentinel... Destroy it, if you are able to. If not, I am more concerned with the name of the traitor in our midst, whoever they are." He then took a sip of his own drink, waiting to see if Requiem and Jinx had any further questions for him. It was understandable if they did - this was a big ask of him and would have tremendous implications on the future of the Hellfire Club.

The Mutant Underground - Washington D.C. Station:

Colossus' eyes then widened a bit, as the full meaning of Luna's identity and words sunk in. While he was understandably concerned about the actions of the one percent, he also remembered what she had said about Shaw messing with the less fortunate. He knew that his sister had to be alive, he was certain of it - what if the information Luna had for them would shed some light on what had happened to her? It was a long shot but he was desperate.

Havok eyed Spark Plug as she walked off, leaving them with the friendly neighborhood lesbian. Her haircut reminded him a little bit of Captain Marvel, come to think of it, though he wasn't sure if Danvers was still sporting that style of hair. "So - we have another rich prick with superpowers, here to warn us about a rich prick with superpowers..." Havok summarized, looking at Luna. "How do we know that you are who you say you are? Anyone could walk in here and claim to be related to a famous hero and demand to speak to Veil. What if you're working for Shaw and want to kill her, hmm? Or were planted here by a purifier? I haven't even seen you use your powers yet."

"That's dumb," Negasonic chimed in, having come over to rejoin the conversation. She then glanced up from her phone. "Cannonball just messaged. He's having a man to man moment with Sunspot, will be back in a few hours once he's gotten the fireball calmed down."
Veil
Location: Flynn's Car - Dairy Queen
Skills: N/A
Veil rolled her eyes slightly at Sapphire's interjection, but she wasn't about to change her opinion of the X-Men. They were the spandex brigade - a bunch of well intentioned (usually idiotic) superheroes who went outside and fought in yellow spandex, inspiring mutants across the country. They did a lot of good, Veil wasn't discounting that, but they rarely improved the day to day lives of normal mutants. Their work didn't stop mutants from being discriminated against, it didn't stop them from losing their jobs and being evicted, from their kids being tormented and beaten at school. It didn't make the world a safe place for them to live. Maybe in liberal cities like New York, but elsewhere? It was humanity's world - not theirs - and that was painfully clear.

She ignored Spark Plug's comment about wanting to check her out in spandex as well. While Veil did find herself attracted to women, she just didn't have a thing for Spark Plug. They were too similar, with the main difference being that Veil was cool and reserved in comparison to Spark Plug's fire. "Captain Britain... That name sounds familiar," Veil muttered. For the life of her, though, she couldn't think of why exactly she had heard that codename before. "If she's persistent on asking for me, then she can wait until I get back. I'll see about bringing some food back with me," Veil told Spark Plug, before she turned her phone slightly and covered the speaker.

"Get me a deluxe cheeseburger and a brownie dough blizzard, please? Also a few chicken strip baskets, provided SHIELD is paying, for people back home," Veil asked. "Also Spark Plug says hi, Saph," she said. She eyed Flynn for a moment. As much as she hoped he would stick around and sweep Sapphire off of her feet, she also had to wonder if maybe SHIELD would be able to take in this tip, but she brushed off the thought as ridiculous. SHIELD was only one bad call away from being just like OMEN. She had heard through the Mutant Underground leadership network that they had gotten into genetic experiments as well. That wasn't the sort of organization out to help mutants. In her mind, SHIELD was out to help themselves.
Sunshine and Spirit Box
Location: the Sewers - Underneath the National Zoo
Skills: N/A
"So first of all, I'm not a kid. I'm seventeen - I think," Sunshine began. She was only about twelve percent uncertain about her age. She hadn't really celebrated her birthday living on the streets, having honestly forgotten what date it was until she ended up in juvi and spotted it on one of her records. At least, she had assumed that was her birthdate - she had the reading level of a six year old child. It was very hit or miss as to whether or not she could get the squiggles on the page to turn into something that made sense. "Second, what do you mean ten months? Did you hit your head or something? It was like, maybe half an hour tops... And third, my name is Sunshine, I don't want a new codename, and I'm fine, Hufflepuff," she told Jack, giving him a slight smile. "But thanks for the concern."

Casper meanwhile just gave James a good natured smile, not too bothered by the black eye. He had dealt with worse before and having a cute boy fuss over him? It wasn't a bad start to his afternoon. "Physically, mentally, or emotionally good?" Casper asked with a bit of a laugh. "Since I think the answer is... maybe or yes to all of them. Depends on who you ask."

"I think the answer is no to all of them," Ben chimed in.

"Rude, Ben!" Casper exclaimed, a bit exasperated with his friend. "Fine, I suppose accounting for childhood trauma then you'd be right, but I think this was one of those are you good? questions where society says we answer yes even if the answer is no," Casper pointed out, looking at the ghost of his friend. Ben was currently "standing" a few feet to the right of James.

"Also, he asked you how you got caught up in everything," Ben reminded Casper, knowing that he had the attentions span of a teaspoon at times.

"Right, right, right. Well, Jackie - Stretch I think is his made up name - is my little brother," he explained. "I got the good hair in the family, as I'm sure you can tell. He was supposed to meet up with me after I got released from rehab, but I wandered to Sephora - got an amazing deal! - and then sorta stumbled upon him anyways," he explained with a shrug.

As Max went on about Sunshine's victims, Blink raised an eyebrow at Max. "You really think the purifier was the victim here?" she asked him, a bit bluntly. In her mind, it had been plain and simple self defense. If anyone was the victim, it was the teenage girl that had to take a life in order to survive.

Erg then nodded, taking in everything for a moment to collect his thoughts. The supply mission was critical - and he wanted to get those who would not join them full time out of the tunnels as soon as possible. Tome, for example, was proving to be a bit of a risk - and he didn't take risks with his people. "Blink, please open a portal to the warehouse. All of those who wish to go on the supply mission, please head on through. Leighton, I will attempt to help you learn basic control over your powers, though this is not a community of teaching. I will make this exception for you as you saved Stretch's life, but do not expect any further lessons from me if you do not become a Morlock."

"At least he didn't bring out the gun," Blink quipped, before making a portal. Through the portal, they'd see what looked to be an abandoned storage warehouse, filled with rows upon rows of boxes. The boxes were labeled for the most part with what they contained and it seemed to be mostly electronics and technology.
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic
Pym Technologies - San Fransisco: October 25th, 2020 - 3:00 A.M.
The flight from Washington D.C. to San Fransisco was a long and tiring one. In order to avoid being picked up by any HYDRA or SHIELD radar, Hawkeye had to take a less than conventional route to get them to the city. It added on to their flight time significantly, and then once they arrived, Novikova had gone to make contact with Pym. If anyone else went to initially meet him, well, he was a flight risk. He didn't trust SHIELD - for good reason. It was finally around 3:00 AM that they were all able to meet up in Pym's lab at Pym Technologies. The second Ant-Man, Scott Lang, was unavailable. He had his daughter for the week.

Bonnie was feeling surprisingly alert given the hour. She had woken up during the flight finding Flynn's arm around her, keeping her from being jostled too much from the turbulence. Her face had gone bright red and she wasn't really sure what to say, not even having mentioned anything about it as the plane landed and they eventually got into contact with Pym. She liked Flynn, but she was also scared of moving too fast. She had been standing still since her husband died and every little baby step felt like a leap at supersonic speed.

Novikova, meanwhile, hadn't really been able to get any sleep on the flight. Her eyes were heavy but she was determined to stay awake, having drank more caffeine than was likely healthy but she needed to be alert for Sparky. There was a certain bit of guilt in her heart for how she had treated Maria - the sort of things she had asked her to do just earlier today, things that could have ended Maria's career. That was selfish of her. If she had been able to close her eyes and repeat this day, she wouldn't have involved Maria. She would have gone alone.

"So this is what passes for SHIELD agents these days..." Dr. Hank Pym muttered, his arms crossed as they entered the lab. There was a helmet looking device to his right, with numerous wires hooked up to an enormous circuit board. A gigantic device, lined with copper wile and looking almost like a gateway, stood across the room from them. Various ants and other bugs crawled all over the floor, moving whenever someone took a step in order to clear space.

"Calibrations are complete, Dad," Hope Van Dyne, daughter of the original Ant-Man and the Wasp, as well as the current holder of the Wasp mantle, said as she finished up at a computer. The entire facility was cutting edge, enough to make those who graduated from Sci-Tech or Communications drool a little bit at all there was to offer.

"So uh... how does this work and is it safe?" Barton asked. Bonnie had a makeshift medical station set up at one of the spare tables. They weren't sure what condition those stranded in the Quantum Realm would come out in, and while Tempest had the ability to heal, her powers could only do so much. Having a real doctor on standby was handy.

Pym glanced up at Barton, grabbing the helmet with all of the wires and setting it on Novikova's head. "I'm not going to waste my time explaining it to you," Pym told Barton bluntly.

"Are all rich scientists assholes?" Barton muttered. He awkwardly took a step forward, hoping not to step on any of the bugs. He had seen a few too many horror movies and had a vivid imagination - resulting in the image of the bugs swarming him all at once if he stepped in the wrong spot.

"Chase, how are her vitals?" Pym asked. There was a monitor near Bonnie's work station of sorts.

"...Brainwave activity is heightening," Bonnie said.

Pym gently removed Novikova's glasses, with the silver haired mutant's thoughts being on Sparky as she took in a deep breath. "...Maria, I love you," Novikova said quietly. "Do it, Hank."

"Initiating Ultron's Quantum Realm retrieval program in three... two... one..." Hank then hit a single button on the keyboard and Novikova let out an ear splitting scream, clenching onto the arms of the chair she was sitting in for dear life. The gateway Pym had built turned a slight shade of purple, but it was nothing more than mist. The robot he had built to retrieve them from the Quantum Realm had yet to activate.

"Hope, increase the power," Pym said calmly. "Full throttle."

Hope nodded, turning a few dials. Novikova's screams became more intense. "Full power achieved," she said, as the eyes of the robot began to glow blue. The light of the gateway seemed to solidify and the robot, Ultron, moved towards it methodically. The robot extended its arm and it seemed to vanish through the portal, its arm reaching into the Quantum Realm.

In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Beatrice Decker
Location: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A
Beatrice hadn't been certain what to make of the General, when he had first greeted them in the conference room. His accent made her think a bit of a Bond villain, putting her slightly on edge as he spoke about their condition and his hopes that they had felt a little bit better after having the shows and home cooked food. The walls didn't surprise her or bother her - they were more or less standard for any settlement that was going to stand the test of time. His philosophizing speech didn't help with the Bond villain impression.

She had slept fine in the room with Amelia and Erica. She had been convinced that Amelia would spend a fair portion of time crying - but if she had, Beatrice had been able to sleep through it. It was just another trick she had picked up from her old life. In juvi, the new girls cried all the time. Eventually, it just became background noise - and it seemed her brain still thought of it like that. Beatrice didn't extend her hand in friendship to either of them. Sure, she had made friends along the way but for the most part, they had forced the friendship on her. She wasn't the type to initiate companionship. She talked with Riley slightly as they cleaned the female showers in the morning, with Beatrice doing the job without complaint. She cleaned the showers as well as she could each time. Once more, this place reminded her of juvi - job assignments, no trading, locked in the rooms at night... If someone started calling her Double Decker, then it would be complete.

On the third day, Beatrice allowed herself a little bit of inward happiness. Alex and Thalia's prosthetics were almost complete. She had to imagine that it would help a lot with Alex's mobility, and perhaps even give Thalia a little more confidence (not that she was lacking in it by any means). Of course, this was coupled with the news that they would be sitting interviews and examinations. She had committed to memory the responses she had given on the questionnaire and Beatrice knew the areas of her life she was intending to keep hidden - namely, Justice. She didn't care if they knew the rest.

The morning of the fourth day, Beatrice had had a good and decent breakfast. Her work in the showers was done and they were all in the conference room. She hadn't gone to get a haircut, not really caring if she had a million split ends or not. It seemed almost too much of a luxury to be able to worry about hair, though she had half a mind to ask Amelia if locks of love was still accepting donations and if Beatrice could make one on her behalf. The main reason she didn't was she was fairly certain the ginger would shatter like a tea cup thrown on the floor if she did. She already had to deal with one crying kid (Hunter), didn't need another one.

"I'll bite," Beatrice said calmly, heading on over to Panama as cards were brought up. Her eyes darted over towards the tape that was playing. Thana's memory seemed to dominate this place. Whether that rattled Beatrice or not, her expression was neutral, as her gaze went back towards the guards and the offer of playing cards.
Jack Newnan
Location: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A
Jack had found the General to be a comforting presence. He was a grandfatherly figure, carrying wisdom that could only come from being alive and living through so much. His mind went towards his own father - Charles Hudson - and he wondered what sort of grandfather he would have been to Jamie. Would he have finally risen to the occasion and attempted to right his wrongs? Or would Jack's father have been just as absent in his grandson's life as he had been in his son's? He didn't doubt that Tatiana wouldn't have wanted Jamie around Charles. Jack wouldn't have wanted that either. Maybe around his sisters... It wasn't their fault that they had gone to live with their father when their parents split up.

His heart stung slightly as Tatiana had to part from them and go sleep with the women, but he returned her kiss and made her a quiet promise that they would both see her in the morning - and a plea for her to finally get some much needed sleep. In his room, one of his roommates had cried the first night. Jack's heart went out to the old amputee. He had cried the first night they had gotten Tatiana back. It wasn't something he had been able to help - it just happened. He had felt awful that Froggy decided to sleep on the chair, but he had known better than to argue with him. His mind was still partially in shock that his father figure was back, alive and well. Not only that, but they had found safety for the first time in what felt like an eternity. They had found a place where they could raise Jamie, give him the gift of something resembling a normal childhood.

Over the past few days, his stomach hadn't always agreed with him. Thankfully, there was working plumbing in this place, meaning that whenever a bit of an issue struck and he needed to go - which didn't happen too often, he was grateful for that - he was able to pass Jamie off to Tatiana and then make a beeline for the bathrooms. Jamie was being a little champ the entire time, acting like an old pro at all of this. He had no issues with the food and all, slept fine at night. Jack was beginning to have a slight suspicion that every sleepless night they had spent with Jamie had been on purpose before and that the little bugger had just wanted attention.

The accommodations they had made for him and Tatiana on the duties had been more than he had dared to hope for. As a small way of repaying everything they had done, Jack was a mad cleaning machine whenever he was sorting out business in the showers with Ash. He could practically just see his mother walking in and going "Really? I had to die for you to learn to clean up after yourself?!" and while it was a sad thought, it was a happy one too. She would have loved Tatiana and Jamie, he was certain of it. The shower cleaning also gave him a chance to more or less check up on Ash, something he was grateful for. He wanted to let Ash grieve and mourn at his own pace, but he also wanted his best friend to know that Jack was there for him if he ever wanted to talk to someone other than Tatiana about it all.

The clean bill of health for Jamie from Doc? Yeah, that felt like hearing that the Cubs had won the World Series (sure, he was from Boston and he loved the Red Sox, but he had moved to Chicago and loved the Cubs as well). They hadn't exactly been able to have a real doctor take a look at Jamie other than Froggy since he was born, at least not as far as Jack was aware. When the haircuts were offered, Jack went and got one. His hair had gotten a bit shaggy and he felt like he was looking like some sort of rockstar, so it was nice to get things under control and out of his eyes.

This morning, Jack was watching Jamie while Tatiana worked with Thalia in the little back area. Seeing the tape play, his heart clenched, expecting something from Ash but he wasn't about to press. If Ash handled this fine, he wasn't going to start poking at him and asking why he was doing okay. He didn't have training in psychology like his wife did, so Jack more or less just tried to make the best call with the options he had at hand. "Jamie, ya wanna ask Uncle Ash how he is today?" Jack whispered to his son, picking him up.

He then spoke at a normal volume. "How are ya, man?" he asked Ash. If he needed this to stop, then Jack wouldn't hesitate to go and shut off the television set, but he wanted to see how Ash was reacting and all first.
In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Gene Benaszewski & Nora Kingston
Location: Athribis
Skills: N/A
Gene giggled slightly as the cat looked up at J.C. and yawned, before it scurried off. If she ever was reincarnated, she couldn't help but think that becoming a cat would be an excellent choice. They got to have attention and companionship on their own terms - something she highly valued, given her past - and their biggest worries were what human they would turn into a minion and where they would be getting food from next. Besides, there was something just adorable about the fluffy and sleepy little guy - especially since when they yawned, their teeth showed like a little lion about to roar!

As they departed the train and Belladonna proposed that they could either follow the tourist trap route or go somewhere more meaningful, Nora's intuition seemed to be correct. Her hypothesis that no matter what site they went to would result in them finding something significant - or some bizarre happenstance to occur. They were the common denominator, the group of individuals key towards this perhaps paranormal pattern. She had to wonder just how much Belladonna knew about their circumstances. She had a knowledgeable air to her, similar to how Neema did.

"If the gods aren't smiling on you, perhaps the Fates are," Gene mused after Mahendra's comment, a bit excited to see what sort of distraction J.C. was about to cook up, though she had a decent idea of what it would be. If anything of course, she was a little disappointed that she wasn't about to do something... but the easiest distraction she would be able to make, well... It wasn't appropriate for civilized company and could easily get out of hand. She knew better than to mess with that unless it was strictly necessary.

"...That was convenient," Nora said quietly, a bit confused as to how J.C. had accomplished that. She supposed that perhaps someone there simply had a goat and J.C. had let it slip, but she didn't know if goats normally went a bit crazy like that when released or not. As much as she resented being seen as a product of her upbringing, just another member of the peerage, it also did mean that she lacked life experiences others had - namely, how a goat behaved when set into a crowd. However, she wasn't going to look this gift horse in the mouth, so she followed after Belladonna, as did Gene.

Gene thumbed the tarot cards she kept in her pocket again as they entered. Perhaps once they had a moment, she would do a reading. Sure, others didn't place much stock in those things but Gene believed strongly that a card reading could help reveal the paths that were before them. It didn't always say what must happen - more of what could happen. And if things were truly dire, then why not mine for additional information?


In Darke Magyk - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@KazAlkemi@eclecticwitch

Reminder to get working on the above! For relations, feel free to just put down your gut feelings instead of chatting with others if you would prefer, though if you put down something and they feel it is drastically off, I will ask you to edit. These need to be done in order to start the next arc. The last update of this arc just went up last night.

If you want to do timeskip collabs, please get working on those now too!
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