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In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Virginia Crypt
Location: Gretna Green - Church
Skills: Deduction, Biology
Virginia nodded as Vlad discussed the introductions and all, and as Ny beckoned for her to cross the threshold first, she did so. She could feel the macabre and morose in the air - the haze that was in front of her sight, the ambiance of screams, the corpse they brought in with them... And not to forget, the Crypt walking into a church. It had the makings of an excellent All Hallow's Eve and Virginia was a bit sad that James was not there to appreciate it. Would Ludwig have enjoyed this atmosphere as well? While it may have been unnerving to some, Virginia found it very calming. She was more at home among the forces of darkness than among those of the light.

At Ny's direction, Virginia glanced back and saw Elizaveta along with another man. She smiled slightly, seeing her friend - she looked like she had fought through a great deal, but there was no sign of the Grand Duchess losing her soul. She appeared human as always. "The Dark Mother has brought our threads together," she told Ny with a sad smile. "Do you feel as if we are on the cusp of an extraordinary tragedy, one that history dare not forget?" she inquired, looking at her friend. Although she had just met him, she felt the strongest kinship with Ny out of those assembled. His presence and mannerisms made her long for her family, but he essentially was a Crypt, making the slight homesickness increase. With Elizaveta there, though, they could perform the ceremony and lay Ludwig to rest.

"Ny, do you know what faith Ludwig kept?" she then asked, a more practical question. Ludwig deserved the rites of whatever gods he followed, or at least, as close to those rites as they could obtain.
Maeve Brennan
Location: On The Road (Heading Towards Gretna Green) - in the Carriage
Skills: Deception
Maeve nodded at Colette, figuring that this question was going to come up. "I wus in need av work, so I applied ter 'elp Lady Kirkpatrick wi' runnin' de House an' al'. I wus lucky enough ter be picked." She shrugged her shoulders slightly, as there wasn't really all that much to that story. Of course it was a lie, but she was skilled with deception and was able to pass off a basic lie as being genuine. The trouble would have come with an exceedingly elaborate one. But there was no reason to go all out here - it was a simple question and thus warranted a simple answer. The haze had not left her vision, something worrying but there wasn't much she could do about it.

The carriage started to slow and she glanced outside, seeing what looked like the wreck of someone else's carriage. Had the wreck been caused by the poor eyesight they were all experiencing at the moment? She had no idea, and had she not been essentially charged with escorting Colette (and monitoring her), she would have left the carriage to assist. As it were, though, her job was to remain inside of the carriage for now. Their progress was definitely slowed down for the moment, so she decided to ask Colette some questions in exchange. "If yer don't mind me askin' - 'ow wus yer journey gettin' 'ere?" She had to wonder if it had been simple and straight forward for the daughter of a peer to travel with potentially one chaperone? It really hadn't been clear.
In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Cecily Ashworth
Location: The Asylum - Main Floor
Skills: Deduction, Cool Headedness
Cecily was thankfully able to stay calm with Caesar and Keystone emerged out of nowhere, screaming about the stairs. Her eyes widened slightly out of reflex even then. They had guns in their hand, so of course showing up and yelling like that was going to unsettle the forensic technician extraordinaire a little bit. She let out a slight breath as Keystone gave a bit more pleasant a greeting and not really knowing how to respond, she waved back slightly. Roy didn't need to put a hand on her shoulder for her to back up, more than willing to get out of Caesar and Keystone's way when it came to the stairs.

There was then the sound of someone screaming and Cecily had no idea who it was. Roy had pretty much told them all of the information needed and Cecily could tell that Caesar wasn't really in a talking mood, so she stayed quiet. It felt a little bit awkward to see him now too, given that she had left his place in Mexico under less than ideal circumstances. Did he even know that Natasha had died? She bit her lip slightly, really hoping that they would take Roy's advice and not just shoot anything that moved. Why did she have to be in such stressful situations all the time lately? She missed the days of being able to curl up with a laptop and binge watch Netflix without a care in the world.
In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Professor Walnut
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: Wisdom
Hit Points: 3
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Walnut chuckled slightly at the well timed pun of a male voice - Moss, if she recalled correctly. She was unfortunately able to most easily identify the voices of Amaranthine, Swamp, and Titian at this point, so it was a bit of guess work as to who was talking. Blush at least had the distinct habit of calling everyone petal, helping to distinguish her speech. "I agree," she called out. "The servants will have higher priorities than us. Most likely, they will assume that we are not going anywhere with the door locked and will likely be trying to bring light back to the ladies of the household." She heard Blush speak again and Walnut was mostly in agreement. However instead of trying to find her way to the door, she remembered the dreadful looking bed that had been in the room. Perhaps there would be something there to help them get one of the doors open.

Taking slow, careful, and measured steps, Walnut moved in what she believed to be the direction of that bed. She was calm and collected as she moved, not bumping into anyone else or hitting the wall. She felt the bed once she reached it and smiled slightly to herself. Hopefully, there would be something here to help them with their situation. "I am searching the bed, perhaps there will be some concealed tool here that may be of use," she said, in the interest of sharing information and winning this group's trust. She had to wonder just what had caused the light to go out and she imagined that there was perhaps some connection to the blackmailer that had brought them all here. She just didn't know what yet.
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Jasonhero
Outskirts of Birnin Zana - Wakanda: July 16th, 2021 - 3:00 A.M.

Why hadn't Doctor Strange said all of this about time travel before? The Sorcerer Supreme always does things for a reason, so perhaps there is some logical explanation to it. Case in point, the slight huffy sigh of his was from Roman insisting that he was going to remain behind with Banner. "Yes, leave the person gifted with the ability to control technology behind, excellent idea," he snapped quietly. He didn't want to ruin the invisibility that Susan Storm was giving them, but he wasn't going to keep this portal open for another minute. It was now or never - Roman was either going to jump through now or he'd be staying behind with Banner.

"My laboratory - it has refined vibranium in the quantities we need," Shuri explained. "The problem is it is located in the heart of the Golden City - Birnin Zana." Their voices seemed louder than they would be normally, mostly because it was pitch dark here. It had been late in the evening in New York, but it was already the middle of the night in Wakanda. The normally warm and inviting country seemed cold and distant under these circumstances - the walls that Ultron had built did not help either.

Doctor Strange caught Niah's mouthed words and he frowned slightly. While Luminous was known for most as being a speedster, she had the Scarlet Witch's powers as well. She was a mystical threat of the highest order. Bonnie, Susan, and Shuri unfortunately either didn't catch Niah's warning or just couldn't read her lips well enough to make it out.

Everyone would be able to see the blue-silver streak now. It seemed that Luminous was running all over the walls that enclosed the city. She hadn't noticed them yet and Bonnie took a slight breath, curling and uncurling her toes in her shoes. "We need to move quietly," she whispered. They had barely managed to beat her the last time they had gone up against her. She shuddered a bit, remembering how Kennedy had nearly killed her and Harry. Oh, Harry... She missed him dearly.

"...Well this could be a bit of a problem... We need to find a way to either distract her so we can get through, or something, since that is definitely going to cause us some problems. Speedsters of any sort can be annoying sometimes," Susan said softly, whispering as she saw the blue-silver streak that was in front of them. "Anyone have any ideas for how to deal with her or something? Since this is going to end badly if she stays between us and the city..."

Bonnie paused for a moment, thinking. She didn't have powers but that didn't mean she couldn't come up with a plan. "If we stay invisible, maybe we can try to trip her - send her slamming into the ground at superspeed and the rest of us can get on through?" There was a large part to that plan that was unsaid - at best, half of them would get through. The other half would have to fight the Silver Speedster to the death most likely.
Serval Industries - Virginia: July 15th, 2021 - 8:00 P.M.

They were lucky - nothing was jamming the signals on their comm devices here at the moment. Usually when they went to a place that Ultron had a vested interest in, that wasn't the case, making communication between the groups almost impossible. "Dominion, we got hostiles up here," Captain Marvel's voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"Woah, this guy can phase! So cool!" Spider-Gwen's voice chimed in.

"Come on kid, let's kick some ass."

"No way!" Sunshine snapped at Maria, only to be sent flying by Flynn a second later. She hit a door frame hard, blood trickling down from the back of her head.

Wanda was a little bit irritated that Abercrombie continued to insist on the no killing rule. Letting Sunshine live would just ensure that she would come back to try to kill them again one day - or worse, capture them and take them to Ultron. She would rather die than become the monster's prisoner. Death wasn't an option though - she had a brother to avenge. "Now we make sure she's dead - I mean, knocked out," she added, her eyes flickering over towards Tinley.

The Scarlet Witch's eyes turned red and energy swarmed around her hands. She was about to throw a ball of energy at the girl, in order to trap her inside of her own mind so that way she wouldn't be able to do anything at all, when Sunshine took a deep breath and then blew as strong as she could. Green smoke was coming from her mouth, but Flynn knocking her backwards with the flames had really taken a toll on her. She could barely make a cloud.

"What the Hel is she doing?" Raynor muttered. He had no idea what sort of power that was, but he didn't like it, not at all. The green smoke had surrounded her and he glanced at Maria, as if daring her to go through the cloud to knock the kid unconscious. Wanda's magic didn't seem to be able to get through it, so maybe it was some sort of shield?

Their opponent had started to cough a lot however - whatever she had been trying to do had backfired horribly. Her arms were pinned because of Tinley's force fields and it was difficult to get up without hands. Even then, she seemed way dizzier than she should have been as she flailed about, trying to get up to her feet. "Help..." she begged. She was just a kid after all - right?

"Ultron is more important," the Scarlet Witch said coolly. "She deserves whatever happens next." Raynor nodded in agreement, wanting to more or less cut their losses and continue up to the next floor. He didn't even wait for Tinley's call on what to do for the kid as he walked past Sunshine, having not seen any obvious staircases elsewhere and he soon stumbled upon something even better - an elevator. "Let's go."
In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Gene Benaszewski & Nora Kingston
Location: Athribis - Underground
Skills: Pattern Analysis, Cryptography, Mathematics, Decipher hieroglyphics, Acute Observation
Nora was thoroughly in her element, taking notes and beginning to piece things together. While Belladonna was most likely dead or critically wounded, and she knew as much, Nora felt whole for perhaps one of the first times in her life. She had a sense of purpose and meaning, allowing her spirits to be lifted even as they were facing the possibility of death in this underground fortress. While she didn't know what this meant for her going forward, she made a note of this feeling of completeness and would examine it later - just another step towards actively living her life, rather than resigning in passivity due to the disappointment that was society.

Her analysis allowed her to figure out a decent route to allow them to go further into the tomb, as well as potentially find Belladonna. She figured she had found a way to at least get to where the hole Belladonna had fell into would lead to, which would allow them to determine what had happened to her. In addition to this, she was able to note the location of some of the traps that they might encounter, in order to prevent further tragedy. She allowed herself a slight smile and had she been at home, she would have rewarded herself with a good cup of tea. "I believe I have charted us a course to where Belladonna would have fallen, as well as identified some of the traps that we may encounter," she told her comrades. She had already told them that she had seen the haze as well, so she didn't respond to Mahendra's question. She did not like to repeat herself.

"Yeah, everything is fuzzy here," Gene answered Mahendra. However, there was then a sudden noise and Gene turned around, an eyebrow arched. Yeah, so they had picked up a stalker or something, it seemed. Why else would someone go into the off limits area and not say a word to announce their presence? She tried not to laugh as the man started talking about the authorities getting involved. They were dealing with mystical events and had just been threatened with the local police. In fact, she couldn't hold back the laughter and she was smirking. She wished there was a theater program just involving this stranger and the Lord Major. Of course, the Lord Major was talking to her again. "Believe it or not, I'm here to protect you all," she said honestly. "You just wouldn't believe me if I told you what I can do."

At the very least, the Lord Major was a certified bureaucrat in her opinion, meaning that his claim of being an authority followed through. However, laughing at his expense had gone on a bit too long. She needed to focus her mind and senses a little bit in this situation. They had a path to Belladonna and this newcomer to deal with, that was fine. But the haze that was clouding her vision - that was concerning. She hadn't experienced anything like that before.


In 🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Andromeda Aldrich
Location: Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt
Skills: N/A
It would have been too easy if Sophia's eyesight had been part of her abilities - Andromeda had to wonder if there was some sort of cosmic reason for that. Emendator abilities and powers appeared to be unique. She took the bottle of tequila from James, understanding that it probably wasn't the best sort of thing to just bring out into the 1920's as it was from the wrong time period. "I'll keep this safe for you," she promised him. Giouse gave them some general advice on what to do with the Destruere, but something about what he said bothered her. They were all too valuable - and yet, they were an Emendator down and nothing was being done to fix that situation. Bart's suggestion was a bit creepy the way he phrased it, but she figured that they'd have a shorter time waiting for James and Peter to come back with clothing than for Bart to find a possession target. Then there was the entire mess as to what to do with Bart's body.

"Once we finish testing this hypothesis, what's the next course of action?" Andromeda asked the Emendators. She knew it would likely depend on the results, but there were really two outcomes here - either they could see the Destruere or they couldn't. Were they going to go get the Elder Paradoxes and bring them into the fold? Belladonna would have been a good asset to have right around now. It didn't make sense to her that they were dispatching Faith to get someone on a gamble, but just sitting around and twiddling their thumbs when it came to people that could easily be accessed. It didn't help her to see Gio and Gil in a positive light at all.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: The Palace - New York City, New York (Outfit)
Skills: Telepathy (Mental Link)
So far, the evidence supporting Allison wasn't completely persuading Guin. The more she thought on the tests they had run with her grandfather, they hadn't been sufficient. What they knew from those tests was that Allison's brain was fighting back against changes to her memories. And from this weird little blonde woman, apparently she had determined Allison was telling the truth. Her grandfather and Allison's hypothesis was that Allison was fighting against a warp done to reality - but couldn't another simpler explanation be that some psychic had messed with Allison's head? Maybe a psychic block had been left behind - and her powers were fighting to break through that, not to protect her memories from being altered by a reality changing force. One experiment wasn't enough to make a theory.

"Don't go putting words in my mouth - I never said you were doing this for a selfish reason," she muttered under her breath. She then had more questions for her. Allison didn't remember anything of this world, from what she had said - so where was she getting the thing about humans being treated like slaves? She had just been to one of King Erik's parties briefly and then to Stark Tower. It infuriated her even more how Allison thought that Guin was willing to let others suffer, just because she was happy - but the ultimate insult was that Allison was claiming to know what Guin was thinking.

Her eyes were narrowed. "No, I don't know you're right. We ran one test - that's hardly proof! I'm not helping you change the world. No way in hell." Flynn's words had calmed her temper slightly - namely, Guin hadn't screamed everything going through her mind at Allison and she hadn't actually hit her, before storming off in a rage. She wanted to though.

I want to fucking throttle her... she muttered into the mental link.

Why? What's going on?

She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to tell him exactly what was going on - namely, Allison's claims about the world changing. Trust me, you would not believe the bullshit going on here even if I told you...

Uh, okay...

Something Flynn said did give her an idea however - a way for them to get more evidence, as well as potentially pinpoint where this had happened. "Changing reality would require an enormous amount of energy. There's got to be a ground zero somewhere if that happened - which can point us to who did this and how," she reasoned. They had some basic equipment here at the Palace that they could modify for this.

Maybe I'll just punch a wall...That does tend to help get rid of some anger, or punching a pillow or something. Nah, wall is more fun. She was mildly surprised he didn't start immediately insisting on the pillow and worrying that she would hurt her fist, since she didn't know how to throw a punch. If you punch a wall feel free to draw a smiley face on it first or maybe tape a picture of her face on it before you punch it. Ooh tempting. Maybe Flynn'll show me how to throw a punch too first... I don't like that too much... Whatever. You don't have to like it.

The other blonde did have a point, and combined with Flynn, it seemed pretty clear that most likely, someone in the Royal Family was responsible from this. She had no doubt that Allison was going to instantly point fingers at King Erik, given what Allison had told her about him when this all started.
Casper Theriot
Location: LeBeau Casino - New Orleans, Louisiana
Skills: Mediumship
So many people were talking at once and so many things were happening, it felt like the world was closing in around Casper. He could hear the ghosts yelling at him to do things (namely the Ginger one), his brother shouting about Gambit's decision, and Gambit calmly ordering them to kill the other Ginger. Add in the voices of the Pretty Little Killer and Captain Rehab, and Casper felt like it was the perfect cocktail for a killer migraine. Putting his hands to his head, the blue glow faded and Ben was no longer visible to everyone else. "Shut up shut up shut up!" Casper pleaded, hitting his hands against his head repeatedly.

The poor thing was having a major case of sensory overload. He kept on hitting himself slightly, knowing that he didn't have any drugs on him. There wasn't anything he could do to get rid of the Ginger ghost. Ben was fine, he knew not to overwhelm Casper's senses, but this one didn't seem to care. He started breathing in and out rapidly, about to hyperventilate. He started to back up until he hit the wall, each of his nerves feeling like they were on fire as more ghosts in the room started to appear rapidly.

"Woah, deep breaths buddy, okay?" Ben tried to say encouragingly. The ghosts were popping up by the second as his powers spun out of control, a sea of spirits screaming at him and demanding attention. "Stop it!" Casper pleaded. The fear wasn't there like it normally was, paralyzing him, but the noise was still enough to drive him bonkers. He started hitting his ears, as if that might make things quiet down and he shut his eyes tightly, finding even the fluorescent lighting to be painful to look at. There was no way he would be able to channel Ben like this to help kill and/or protect the Crazy Ginger.

He was a bit of a hot mess.
Dominika Novikova and Runa Blake
Location: Outside the Quinjet - Sydney, Australia -> Human Resistance HQ, New York
Skills: Eldritch Magic
Runa stared through the portal at the man Klara had referred to as the weirdo. She knew that her cousin hated mutants and it made her sad, since her boyfriend was a mutant. Most of the people coming through this portal, as far as she was aware, would be mutants. Hopefully, this wouldn't be too much of an issue. Maybe she could try to get Klara to remember...

Novikova smiled slightly, her glasses back on in place. She had restored Maria's memories then. Not only did it mean she had her girlfriend back up to one hundred percent, but they now had a way to remind people of what once was. That could be handy, depending on what happened next in this crazy little adventure they were on. "Abercrombie, I found a new use for my powers - restoring memories," Novikova said, calling out to their Field Commander. Since Barton wasn't here, she really was just their Commander though.

"Once we're through the portal, I can try restoring the memories of anyone who wants them back," Novikova offered. She knew that for most people getting memories back, it would bring about a lot of pain. Some people had more tragic backstories than others did. Her eyes flickered over towards Niah. Niah would remember more than most people would. But given the plan that was in place and Wolverine saying they needed to be quick about things, Novikova took Maria's hand and then went through the portal, hoping her girlfriend came with her.

"I need to hold it open, I'll come through once they all do," Runa said softly, continuing to hold the portal open for everyone. She hoped that they hurried, since she wasn't an Asgardian goddess in this world. She was just human and she was tired, having been holding this open for what felt like an eternity. Her arms were trembling slightly from the effort. "Please do hurry, I can't keep this up forever...." She shivered a bit from the rush of cold air.
In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Beatrice Decker
Location: Quarantine (Briefing -> Conference)
Skills: N/A
Beatrice looked on with interest as Thana took out a new set of files - considerably more worn than the ones that had been used for Thana's own recovery. She wasn't sure what to make of that at first, especially since she wasn't altogether certain what exactly was going on here. She had left Newnan with James and Ryan before the ensuing chaos had occurred, so she didn't know the entire situation - especially since those she traveled with after that point didn't have any connection to the former settlement. As Thana began, Beatrice noted with a bit of amusement the nickname given to their group - the Eden Squad. Their entire mission had been to destroy Eden. It was almost as if they had become the thing they wished to destroy. The fact that she had been left in charge was still a bit funny to hear stated. She never imagined becoming that sort of person.

The price confused Beatrice - what exactly had that been? Her first thought was prostitution, but she quickly dismissed that. Thana was family to these people - they wouldn't have asked that. However, it wasn't like she could have just paid them - money was meaningless these days. Had the stipulation been that Thana would join this community? That didn't seem like it as well. This community wasn't lacking in people. So what had it been? Beatrice didn't make a move to look at the photographs that were given to Ash. It wasn't that she didn't feel up to seeing them - she just didn't feel like she needed to. Whatever happened to Newnan after she cut ties with the community was their business, not hers.

However there was something that struck Beatrice - the records. She scarcely remembered her own intake process at Newnan. She had lied slightly on her questionnaire for Mexico Beach, all in order to not let onto the past she had in Justice. Her secrets were her business. Had they cross referenced the records from Newnan to see if people had lied? Had she made the same fibs when she entered Newnan? It wasn't like she could just go and ask, so she decided to wait and see.

She stiffened slightly, hearing that James and Ryan were buried here. She hadn't really cared about Gavin and Lola, more of working with them due to proximity. They hadn't been her friends. "Is the cemetery visitation still an option if you do not remain here?" Beatrice asked bluntly. She didn't know if she was going to remain here, even if allowed to. But she did want to say goodbye to them, if that was possible. However, her question likely had come too late as they were escorted back to the conference room. She took a slight breath, wanting to be alone for a while and not particularly wanting to talk to Thalia. She just needed solitude, something hard to get here.
Jack Newnan
Location: Quarantine (W: Briefing -> Conference Room)
Skills: N/A
Jack's eyes were misty during Thana's presentation. Tears fell when the names of those he knew and loved were mentioned - hell, he even shed a tear for Ryan and he hadn't gotten along with him at all. He wished that Riley's sister had been recovered as well, knowing that Riley probably missed her twin like hell. He wished that Ray and Tiffany were buried here as well. He took a shallow breath in through his nose, bowing his head as he had a good quiet cry, unable to really hold the tears back. The hallucinations made sense, but all of this was just bringing up pain now. He knew that it was for closure, but it was like ripping the stitches off of a near fatal wound.

Jack dried his eyes on his sleeve. When they were escorted out of the conference room, the tears were still flowing. He missed James - his son's namesake. He couldn't help but wonder if James would have survived if Ash hadn't exiled him. They had made it out of Newnan - maybe James would have been able to do so. It was a good thing that Jamie was content and happy with Wayne when they got back, as Jack was having a hard time pulling it together. He didn't know why the tears were still coming, but at least they were quiet - quiet enough that others could go about their lives in peace there. He felt a little lost, standing in the conference room and he didn't know what exactly to do.

In The Gifted - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi
Washington D.C.: September 8th, 2020 - 2:20 PM
Frost International HQ - Downtown Washington D.C.:

Emma was beginning to regret allowing Jinx into her facility. He had a talent for giving her a headache and she sighed slightly as the childish mutant came out of the theater, using the sexual lingo of the day and going on about some metal shards. "Hardly surprising," she said simply. She took the shard once Requiem offered it to her and she turned it over in her hand. "This belongs to the White King," she explained. She didn't refer to Magneto by name, but everyone in the room would know she was speaking about the master of magnetism.

She gave Requiem her full attention as he attempted to be diplomatic, but his words neither won her favor or ensured her fury. The boiling anger underneath her calm and collected complexion was not directed at the two in front of her. They were systemic of a greater issue, a betrayal that she would need to sort out. "Oh, sweetheart, that's kind of you to offer - if you learn anything, do send it my way. I'll do the same." Emma gave Requiem a slight smile, as well as Jinx, and seemed to be perfectly honest with her promise to help them.

The Scrap Yard - Washington D.C. Mutant Underground:

Havok and Sapphire were outside in an area referred to as the scrap yard. Broken down cars and other scraps of metal were scattered across the yellowing grass. There was a bees nest a few feet away from them, but with it pouring down rain, the honeybees wouldn't be an issue. The combination of the rain with the intense humidity makes it feel like they're walking through water, as if the Mutant Underground had relocated to the lost city of Atlantis.

As Spark Plug and Glimpse exit the Mutant Underground, they'll be able to see Havok and Sapphire about fifteen feet to their right. To their left, there is a chain link fence with danger signs on it, claiming that the area is filled with hazardous waste and shouldn't be entered - just one of the ways the Mutant Underground attempts to keep people from stumbling upon them. As for the bike, Spark Plug will instantly think of the garage area in the building - they keep their cars and store other things there. A motorcycle would easily be kept safe there.

"Let's go inside, I feel like I'm taking a bath in my clothes," Havok complained, though he spotted Spark Plug and gave her a slight smile. Sure, she had been mean to Sapphire but Spark Plug had nearly died the day before and she was his friend. He was happy that she was okay and able to get up and walk around. However, he wasn't too thrilled to see her with Glimpse - he didn't trust the mutant at all.
Veil
Location: Main Area - Washington D.C. Mutant Underground
Skills: Perception
The portal opened and a well dressed - if not slightly overdressed - man came on through. Veil arched an eyebrow, wondering just who the Morlocks had sent their way. She got a bit hopeful that perhaps Erg had finally decided to come back into the fold, but it was unlikely. He had made a clean break with the Mutant Underground - this little bit of contact did not prelude a comeback. However, when the kid opened his mouth, Veil tried her very best to keep an even expression and not choke. A gay disaster? And of course, his introduction involved details of his powers - an odd trend started by the Ice Queen.

"Is pleasure to meet you, Tome," Colossus greeted, giving Max a firm handshake. His hand would be a little sore after Colossus released his grip.

"I'd stick the bike in the garage, we have a few cars stashed away there for our runs," Veil told Glimpse. That at least was an easy question and didn't require her to consider the mission of the Mutant Underground, as well as the safety of their little dysfunctional family. She knew that Mutant Underground cells had been exposed and destroyed before, making the threat to them all the more real and apparent. These people trusted her to lead them, to keep them safe, and she wanted to do the best she could to be worthy of that trust.

Feeling a bit frazzled and desperately in the need of some caffeine and perhaps a vacation, Veil then gave Moonwalker a slight smile. It would have been easy to snap at him, but she knew that he was just genuinely trying to help. Part of being a leader was delegating, but also mentoring and nurturing. "I could use you to make some calls. See if Xavier's Institute or Massachusetts Academy can take in the kids. If they can't, then we'll smuggle them up to some of our contacts in Canada. They'll be able to help them find good homes."

She had barely finished her sentence before the portal opened up again. Another man came on through - this one definitely more rugged and real than the last one had. With the kids and the other newcomers, they definitely were nearing the capacity of this station. They'd need to do a transportation trip in the next few days or the supplies would run out. "Whatever name you feel most comfortable with," she told James, extending her hand. She was pretty battered up and looked like she had been given the beating of her lifetime recently (which she had). "My name is Veil. Welcome to the Underground."

Lastly, she was taken aback to hear that Sapphire had discretely manipulated the air around the Ice Queen to try to freeze the girl. She didn't believe that Sapphire would intentionally hurt someone like that, but she could tell that Leighton was telling the truth about the temperature drop. There was also a misconception in her words. "We aren't a school," she told Leighton bluntly. "I will deal with Sapphire - I'm the leader, so that's on me. But everyone here is a volunteer aimed at getting mutants to safety. We don't normally take in - how'd you put it? - trainees. Our M.O. is smuggling mutants across the border to Canada or giving them temporary shelter and protection."

Veil didn't want to give the Ice Queen the impression that she was entitled to being taught how to control her powers. The mission of the Mutant Underground may have just been expanded to stop Shaw and the Hound program, but it didn't include training mutants to deal with their powers. If anyone trained Leighton, it would be out of the kindness of their hearts and not any sense of duty. She was lucky that Colossus was a softy on the inside.

"Come, let us find place to sleep," Colossus said, before taking with him those on the tour up the staircase and over to a corner. He grabbed a few old and frayed sleeping bags and placed the three items down on the ground. He then fetched a few pillows, most of them hardly fluffy at all, and added them to the mix. By Mutant Underground standards, the new trio didn't have the best sleeping arrangements but it was by no means the worst ones.
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Casper shook his head slightly. "No, not just anyone would," he said, a bit smitten with Caduceus. Ben was looking like he was about to barf with Casper acting a little bit like a lovesick puppy, though he was too pleased that Tome had left and couldn't compete for Jack's affections to really be upset at the moment. Ben hadn't perceived Leighton to be too big of a threat, despite her obvious crush on the elongating mutant. "If you never find that phone, you can find Jackie's place in the Yellow Pages - you can't miss it, someone wrote Private Dick on his front door and he hasn't cleaned it yet."

"Wow, your crush really is going for the entire Knight thing," Ben commented, after James kissed Casper's hand and then left through the portal.

Casper sighed a bit sadly. "Yeah, it just sucks that he's going to inevitably end up being one of Dad's pawns..." he lamented to his friend. Casper's father was one of the founders of the Mutant Underground. It was hard to escape his shadow, one of the reasons he was thankful that most people mistook his first surname as just a middle name - otherwise, everyone would know he was the son of the most powerful telepath on the planet. And in Casper's opinion, his father was also the world's most talented sociopath.

"You could've warned him," Ben pointed out.

"And say what? Hey, you're cute and your eyes pop when you're excited, but FYI, my father is Professor X and he's a cunt, so maybe don't join his back up X-Men?" Casper asked, kicking at the ground slightly.

"Maybe don't say it exactly like that - but you could've told him that your father runs that organization and has a habit of using people until they either go insane or die..."

He shook his head slightly. "Do you really think he'd still want to get coffee if he knew that?" he laughed a bit, mostly in self pity. "I wouldn't want to get coffee with me, if I were him."
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This was fun to read, Wraith! :)

For the community discussion -

I find that my best characters come when I get a brief little concept that pops into mind - i.e. 'Geeky Scientist Who Wears Roller Skates No Matter What' or 'Entitled Trust Fund Baby Who Doesn't Speak Any English, During the Zombie Apocalypse in Georgia.' If I have that little blurb for myself, I can usually find a name that I think matches the concept, then I look for a photograph. I usually come up with first names and then struggle with the surname. The personality usually springs from that initial concept and then I work backwards, thinking about what happened in their life to make them that way. In one of Lady A's RPs, I play probably one of my best character creations - Cecily Ashworth. I knew that I wanted to play a nerdy forensic scientist who loved comic books and as I went through the motions, I realized comic books appealed to her because she felt like an outsider growing up. She felt like an outsider because her parents had them moving a lot, so she never had permanence (which is why the logic and unchanging aspect of science appealed to her). She picked forensics in particular because her parents were lawyers - but they moved frequently since they were defense attorneys that catered to the worst of the worst around the country. I made this character in my senior year of high school and now that I'm about to graduate from college, I still adore her.

On the flip side, my worst characters I have to say came from either picking a faceclaim first - or in superhero RPs, a power. I have trouble writing and connecting with them if I don't get that initial pitch in my head. I think that having a personality you find interesting and/or a concept such as mentioned above can make for a long lasting and enjoyable character. In the cases where I didn't do that, I ultimately ended up shelving the character (those in X-Men may now realize why I stopped using Dean Kesseli now lol)

But in short - personality and that little blurb? Those are the most important factors for making a character in my opinion - at least, that's been the case for me. Since ultimately the goal of making a character is to create someone you enjoy writing about and that you're excited to tell stories about - and if I don't get those two things nailed down first, then I'm ultimately not going to be that invested in the character and their development.

Oh - and as an extra thought, thinking about what sort of character arcs you might want to play out also is great to do while creating the character! Playing a static character isn't fun, but what I do love about character arcs is that you can come up with them at any time - and if you didn't like the character you made during character creation, you can start slowly pushing them in a direction to become that amazing concept you once had.
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