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In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: The Palace Grounds E5 -> Inside the Palace (Guin's Outfit)
Skills: Telepathy
Guin nodded slightly as Pietro whisked her over to everyone and set her down nearby Princess Wanda, Allison, and Oshea. Terrific. Of course she's here... Guin thought a bit morosely. She wanted to be able to talk to Wanda about all of this without Allison learning what had happened to change the world like this - she needed time to get Wanda's side of the story. She liked Allison and knew that she was just doing what she thought was right, but there was no grey area with her. Everything was black and white - but that just wasn't the sort of world they operated in. She grimaced as the prisoners were brought out for execution as punishment for the crime of treason against King Erik.

She didn't understand why so many people loved going to executions - sure, it was a public spectacle but they were always incredibly gruesome. Guin looked away, especially as King Erik declared that Prince Flynn was going to burn the criminals alive. She didn't have the stomach to watch something that grotesque. However, the ground shook and she heard the starts of a fight break out, watching as an arrow nearly hit King Erik in the eye. This had to be the Human Resistance.

"Shit," she muttered. She couldn't exactly get Wanda to confess under these circumstances. The resistance group didn't seem to care if they endangered innocent people as well and she tried to probe their minds telepathically to figure out what their endgame was, but something was blocking her. They could be here to kill the King for all she knew. Her eyes flickered over towards Wanda and she "accidentally" brushed up against her, trying to switch bodies but it failed. There went her idea of getting her hands on the most powerful mutant abilities in order to minimize the inevitable deaths.

"Hey, Pietro? I really think I would be safer in the palace with Wanda..." she said softly, switching tactics. If she got Wanda inside with her, she could talk to her about all of this, but also keep Wanda from using her insanely high level gifts to kill these people.

Pietro looked at Guin for a moment, almost like he was thinking about what she said. A few seconds later though, Guin found herself... Locked in a closet? The door was completely locked and unable to be opened, and she didn't seem to have anything that could be useful. No electronics or anything really with her. There was a pile of Twinkies, a Vulpix plushie, and a blanket in the closet with her though.

"FUCK!" Guin screamed, kicking at the door. "Let me out!!!"
Runa Blake
Location: the Palace Grounds D5 -> the Mirror Dimension
Skills: Eldritch Magic
Every fiber of her being felt like it had been electrified as she saw her cousin being sent to her execution. A death like this wouldn't allow Klara to pass to Valhalla - she would end up in Hel's domain. Maybe later, she would be able to tease her cousin about how they were going to use fire to kill her, as Klara could manipulate water in the real world, but not now. She gripped her sling ring, intent on opening up a portal beneath Klara's feet to send her back to the Human Resistance HQ in the blink of an eye and safe from harm.

Before she could do anything though, everything seemed to happen at once. The ground started to shake, her cousin was doused in water by the well dressed mutant from before, and then suddenly the world shifted - no, it wasn't that, she had fallen down. She couldn't grasp what was happening until after Lance had fallen to the ground as well and blood was rapidly pooling around her. She had been shot. Everything was a blur of color and sound, but she saw another blow coming towards her and she used all of her strength, putting up a weak magic shield that prevented the assailant from hitting her.

"You..." Runa said hoarsely, recognizing her attacker as the vile man from before. He had knocked Lance unconscious and started to drag him away. She had never felt so helpless before in her life. Closing her eyes for a moment, she wondered if calling out to Heimdall would do any good. Would the host of Asgard come to her aid? She was just human here. She wasn't the granddaughter of Odin. She was no one - just an insignificant amateur sorceress.

A horrible idea then popped into her head and she acted on impulse, convinced that if she did nothing, Lance would die. The bullet was probably going to kill her anyways, so self preservation wasn't a factor anymore. "Dormammu... I've come to bargain... my life for power..." she whispered. Pressure built over the bullet wound and the skin around her eyes turned purple, before cracking like she was made of porcelain. The bleeding had largely stopped and she rose to her feet, her eyes narrowing as she saw James and she let out a scream.

Raising up her hand, a disc of purple magic appeared and she flung it at James, aiming for his arm but instead, she severed his hand and the limb dropped to the ground. Lance was just lying on the ground unconscious, but at least James was no longer dragging him. "You sick, depraved little worshipper of Surtur!" Runa snapped, grabbing onto James with one hand and opening a portal to the mirror dimension with her other. She pulled him through with her and then closed it, cutting them off from the rest of the world.

"I am going to kill you in the way you most fear - and then, even after death, I will go to each creature in existence and have them swear an oath to bring you nothing but pain in the afterlife!"
Dominika Novikova
Location: Human Resistance HQ -> the Palace Grounds B4 -> E5
Skills: Metal Bending
"Maybe we should invest in a set of helmets to block out telepaths," Novikova suggested as they drove. Of course, it would be a little bit cliché for her to wear one - a mutant with powers of metal and magnetism, wearing a helmet that prevented people like Charles Xavier from reading her mind? Yeah, no one had heard of anything like that before for sure. It wasn't like Magneto (or King Erik here) was famous for doing just that. Nope, not at all. Of course, she knew there were further similarities between the two of them - she had unleashed a killing machine that nearly ended the world. Some might call her a hero, but others would say she was a villain that deserved to be in the Raft.

Maria Hill certainly thought so, she recalled bitterly. Even if they managed to fix the world and turn things back to normal, their team wouldn't be the same. There was always a price for every victory.

She was pulled away from her thoughts as Maria kissed her and took on some of her powers. "I feel fine," Novikova said honestly, giving her girlfriend a slight smile. She loved being able to work with Maria like this again - even with people spouting off cheesy lines about the Avengers. They only had two of the original six here with them. Thor was dead, Iron Man was just a genius billionaire from what she knew, and then she had no idea when it came to Black Widow and Captain America.

Once they arrived at the Palace and ditched the cars, moving in from the tree line, Novikova took a slight breath. She would have to fight Magneto. No one else here could really manipulate metal - and while it was possible Maria had gotten that power, it was a difficult one to master. She knew that Magneto's prowess exceeded her own - he was an omega level mutant after all - but she had to try. At the very least, she could buy the others time. That always seemed to be the gamble they played, no matter the tragedy - they just always needed more time.

Would today be when time finally ran short?

Moving towards Magneto, she concentrated on the metal in his crown and attempted to crush it inwards. She couldn't hold back fighting him - this wasn't going to be some honorable and respectable duel. It was going to be a gritty and dirty fight to the death. Unfortunately, Magneto managed to counteract her attempts with ease and he spotted her, staring right at her.

"Down with the King," Novikova said simply, before trying again to crush him. She managed to get the crown to start to dent, but even that was taking an enormous amount of power and energy.
Casper Theriot
Location: the Ground -> the East Entrance - Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Skills: Mediumship
"When exactly do you think she jumped out of a plane before?" Ben asked curiously, having reappeared once Casper had hit the ground. That was one of the perks of being a ghost - parachuting out of a plane wasn't dangerous anymore. To Ben's knowledge, it was impossible for him to be killed a second time. All of life's dangers were gone - though that didn't mean he still didn't get scared for Casper. They had been friends since childhood and he didn't want to see Casper meet an early grave, though Ben knew it was extremely likely that Casper wouldn't live to an old age. He would probably die young for an overdose.

"Wait, this is your first heist?" Casper asked Anastasia, his eyes widening. "Woah... I wish we had a camera, we definitely should've taken a picture for the occasion." He was being genuine, but he also wouldn't have been surprised if she punched him for saying that. As it was, his brother ended up smacking him across the head for shoving him out of a plane - but he had done it out of brotherly love! He held his head slightly.

"Jaaaaackie, so mean!" Casper whined.

He was really really really tempted to go through the front entrance, as that would definitely put the facility on alert. He liked the idea of making this mission hard and/or impossible - but what he didn't want to do was get everyone killed. Walking in through the front entrance and going hi, it's us, thieves! would definitely result in casualties from what everyone was saying about the Red Guard and S.H.I.E.L.D. in this universe. He would just have to find a less deadly way to mess things up.

Following after his brother, Casper whistled as he walked. He wasn't stealthy or silent at all - it was probably a good thing that he wasn't actually considering a career in thievery, as he wasn't really cut out for it. The entrance seemed to be guarded and he couldn't help but feel disappointed. How was he going to mess this mission up if everything was super easy?!
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Jasonhero
Outskirts of Birnin Zana - Wakanda: July 16th, 2021 - 3:50 A.M.

Roman's acquired drone started to glow a soft shade of red as he hacked and reprogrammed it, convincing the bot that the other robots present were the threat and not the four heroes. His rogue managed to take down two bots, before turning to pursue the other ones in the network. Those shots missed, but at least the friend-or-foe designations had not reverted, meaning this drone was likely good to help them for a while. Maybe it deserves some sort of name like the droids have in Star Wars?

Doctor Strange was doing magic as quickly and rapidly as he could, even cauterizing his own wounds in order to allow him to better combat the robots. As he went to work at destroying them through various intricate pieces of magic, it was like watching a master pianist perform. Each motion of his hands resulted in an enormous outlet of power, with some of the drones being disintegrated and falling to ground as clumps of ash. Others ended up going through sling ring portals to deep space, where they froze from the extreme conditions and ceased operating.

Similarly, Shuri had also come into her own. She used one drone as a launching pad, throwing herself up into the air and making amazing feats of acrobatics seem easy as she destroyed robot after robot. Yes, she was incredibly saddened to see that Bonnie had died - but they had already lost so many people. She didn't have more tears to shed. And if their mission was a success, then they could bring Bonnie back - they could bring everyone back.

The only drone that remained was the one that Roman had taken control over. Shuri landed gracefully on the ground like a cat, panting a bit and wiping some sweat off of her brow. "Thank Bast..." she muttered, glad that they had survived. Everyone's lives depended on them succeeding.

Strange nodded slightly, taking a breath before he reopened the portal to the lab. They wouldn't be able to see Dr. Doom from their vantage point, but they would be able to see Niah and Susan talking to someone. Shuri went over to Bonnie's body and she closed her eyes. They couldn't do much more for her. They didn't have time.
Underneath Mount Bashenga - Wakanda: July 16th, 2021 - 3:50 A.M.
Whether he saw through Niah's bravado or not was unclear - he fell to his knees, coughing up blood profusely. Given their expertise in medicine, Susan and Niah would recognize his symptoms - he had vibranium sickness. Unless he had spent a lot of time working with the precious metal before Ultron, it was likely that this deathly illness was a new development. There was no known cure for it either. Doom's only chance to live was the time machine that the S.H.I.E.L.D. team wanted to build - the Avengers team now, really. "You have - my - word," he promised Niah in between coughs.

Susan's expression softened, seeing the state that he was in, and she let out a small sigh. "No guarantees Victor, but we definitely will try..." she said softly. Despite their differences, right now Doom was really the only person she had really known before the whole incident with Ultron. Sure, there was the occasional run in with another group of super heroes, but she never really got to know them. Johnny, Ben, Reed, they were her family, they were all gone but here of all people was Victor von Doom, someone who at one point she had feelings towards, who was on his death bed. "How exactly did you get the vibranium sickness?" she then asked him.

"Ultron. He wanted me to build him a new form," Doom answered simply, standing back up to his full height, though his knees were shaking.

"Victor... Please tell me the truth..." she asked, walking over to stand right next to him, "I know you are lying... If you can't tell the truth on your deathbed essentially, then when can you?" Susan had actually gone over and gripped onto his arm, to try and steady him somewhat.

He laughed slightly, though the noise could have easily been mistaken for coughing. "I tried to fix me."

"Sometimes you can't just fix things, some things look broken but aren't... You shouldn't have even tried... You are literally a dead man walking..."

He shook his head, slamming his hand onto the workbench. "I need to be perfect, Susan!" he snapped.

""Well... We'll see what we can do to get you out of the Raft once we fix things, and this probably won't have really happened then. And for the record, no one is perfect Victor."

"No one is - but I will be."
Serval Industries - Virginia: July 15th, 2021 - 8:50 P.M.

Captain Marvel was burning cold, wanting nothing more than to avenge the death of Spider-Gwen. They had lost a great deal of people, but Gwen Stacy had been just a kid, separated from her family and yet she still fought as hard as she could to protect this universe from Ultron. No kid should have had to be put in that sort of position, but she had handled it with grace. The space Avenger stared at Vision, her eyes narrowed as she began to use her own cosmic awareness and precognition. The synthezoid's future was murky and unclear for her. He was just as likely to help them destroy Ultron as he was to betray them.

The question then wasn't whether or not Carol believed that the Vision was destined for evil - it was whether or not she would choose to see the potential for good or for bad that resides inside each and every individual. She wished Goose was there - he was a fantastic judge of character. "Answer his question," Captain Marvel then said, nodding towards Flynn.

"If you face Ultron without my aid, your odds of success are twelve percent," the Vision told Flynn calmly. "He may be my creator, but he detests humanity... He does not see the beauty and grace in your failures," he answered, attempting to explain his ideological differences from Ultron. It was difficult for the Vision to articulate, given that he had not truly been a distinct entity until about ten minutes ago.

The Scarlet Witch's eyes turned red and she approached the Vision, moving oddly - as if she was animated at a different frame rate than the rest of the world. Once behind him, the same red glow appeared in his eye (as the other had a baton through it) and the synthezoid couldn't move or speak. "...I do not feel Ultron in him..." Wanda confirmed, indicating that what the Vision had said about the control gem was likely to be true.

Raynor wanted nothing more than to blast the Vision into small bits of scrap metal, enough to prevent anyone from ever reassembling the machine. However, there was an opportunity here. Ultron wouldn't suspect the Vision, his own creation, of betraying him. They could use that to their advantage, gain access to Ultron's main base and finally cut the head off of this beast, causing the limbs to die as well. They would destroy Ultron and his robotic army in seconds, just leaving the human, mutant, inhuman, and mutate criminals behind to deal with.

"If you betray us, you're going to wish that we just killed you now," Raynor muttered, looking at Vision as he extinguished the light spheres in his hands. "I swear on my father's life."

The Vision stared at them all for a moment, his eyes flickering towards Flynn (who openly hated his presence) and Tinley (who had yet to speak her mind). "Whatever you decide, I recommend hurrying... Satellite readings indicate approximately fifty Ultron bots converging on this position."
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, Counterfactual History
As Mahendra called Nora's attention to the cat and how it could be manipulated, her mind instantly began to analyze and dissect the problem. Mathematics were highly important to the Egyptians, making it fortunate that Nora was down here with them. Besides herself, Peter was the only one with mathematical training in the group and he was currently merely a corpse. Lady Munn likely would have been able to solve this puzzle as well from a different approach, but she had fallen ill. Lord Major, meanwhile, had a proclivity for falling into holes and only being saved by his undergarments - so they were already off to a fantastic start. She hated to imagine how they would have fared without her presence.

It wasn't long before she had come to a sort of conclusion - the answer would lie within mathematics and the nearby carvings. Nora was reminded of a lesson her mother had taught her once - when attempting to win the favors and affections of a suitor, observe the decor of his household. There will be clues as to what he values and finds important. Similarly, the carvings on the walls may very well help her to discover how to manipulate the cat carving in order to reach Belladonna. "The wall carvings around us should carry instructions on how to manipulate the cat carving - I must impress that no one should touch the carving until we have come up with a working hypothesis on what to do, as otherwise... Well, we would be very fortunate if we did not lose another member of this company." She then started looking at the carvings, hoping to find some sort of answer.

Gene took in a whiff of the smoke and it finally struck her what it was - brimstone and sulfur. "Fuck." There was no other way to describe it. She had promised George that she would protect the Lady Munn and look after her. This was meant to be a vacation of sorts from her responsibilities. And yes, this dig was very exciting and she was enjoying herself - so of course it all had to come to an end eventually. She sighed slightly, chewing the inside of her lip. These people had a hard time believing magic that was happening to them, so there was no way they would believe her if she told the complete truth.

She'd need to modify it, make it easier for them to understand. The brimstone and sulfur scent had last been on Peter's corpse. These people believed that he had died in a fire - but she knew better. One of the few things in the universe that scared her was lurking within these ruins potentially. And this wasn't the time or place that she imagined dying - she always figured she would die in Norway. "Look, I'll make this quick - I'm psychic. It's why George sent me to look after you all, I've dealt with these sort of things before - the strange and unusual. There's a shadow monster lurking within these ruins and unless you all want to die, you need to run NOW. It won't hesitate to rip you limb from limb and trust me, that is in the top ten worst ways to die."



In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Beatrice Decker
Location: Quarantine (Conference -> Room 5)
Skills: Spanish
Some people might have underestimated Thalia and thus had a great blow to their pride dealt - but not Beatrice. As Thalia knocked her knees out and sent her flying to the ground, Beatrice's self image remained intact. Thalia was a terrific fighter - the loss of a hand didn't change that. However, as Thalia growled and then came to be on top of her, Beatrice couldn't help but giggle slightly. As her friend shifted her aura from predatory to suggestive, Beatrice couldn't help but giggle and laugh even more. She wasn't normally the type to giggle when her friend was behaving like a dominatrix, but something about the situation just brought a genuine smile to Beatrice's face. She was about to make her next move, but it was time to turn in for the day. The spar would have to be resumed another time.

With Thalia still on her, Beatrice found herself saying the words before she could even really process them and decide whether or not that was a good move. "¿Qué tal en lugar de abrazarte, te follo?1" Beatrice inquired, smirking slightly. She didn't know how Thalia would respond to that, but it had already been said. She couldn't take it back now. And there was a distinct chance that once quarantine was over, they'd never see each other again. Dying with regrets wasn't something she had in mind, so it was time to at least go for what she wanted. Besides, the last person she had slept with? Richard (Dick). Sleeping with Thalia would be a good palette cleanser.

Regardless of Thalia's answer though, once Thalia was off of her, she headed back to the room that they shared with Erica. And no, she wouldn't care if Erica was kept up all night by the two of them screwing. Beatrice had no shame.

Jack Newnan
Location: Quarantine (W: Conference Room -> Room 3)
Skills: N/A
Jack tried not to look too grateful as Hank came over and offered help. It occurred to him that already, Hank had done more for Jack than Jack's father ever had. He tried not to dwell on that thought too much, nodding a bit. "Thanks, man," he said, looking a little bit relieved. Jamie had cooked up an excellent end of the day surprise for him and having someone to help him with it? That would always be welcomed. He rolled his eyes slightly at Wayne - Jack never had liked New Yorkers. Sure, the Yankees were horrible, but then the city was so large, sprawling, and cold. It wasn't the heart and soul of America's finest institution - Dunkin' Donuts! Hell, even the Rangers were terrible - Jack was a Bruins man, through and through.

Whether or not Hank gave up on helping as Wayne suggested, Jack would do his best to clean up little Jamie. Once everything was good and normality was restored, he turned in with his wife and child, returning Tatiana's kiss. He was excited for the next day - but at the same time, terrified. He wanted more than anything to keep his family together. He didn't like the idea of leaving Jamie at Mexico Beach without at least one of his parents - Jamie needed someone to look out for him, to protect him, to make sure that he was safe and grew up loved and cared for. Of course, he didn't like the idea of not being with Tatiana either - but if push came to shove, he would leave if it meant Tatiana and Jamie could stay. Their survival was more important than his own.

"I love ya, solovey," he whispered, getting into bed himself.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: the Stolen Muse (Nallore, Morose & KazAlkemi) Ω → 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Leda Storm
Location: Camp Fire Pit
Leda crinkled her nose in disgust as Kristin asked her about duck face pictures. "Hell no. My mom's not Aphrodite, remember? I don't do dumb shit like that." She liked taking the occasional selfie with her camera, sure, but it was more of a hipster thing than anything else. Duck faces didn't really fall into her carefully crafted aesthetic. Of course, she could imagine Kristin making duck faces with Zeke. The two of them were so annoying, she had to wonder why Apollo, a god of prophecy, hadn't foreseen that this trio might not work out. Of course, she figured this might just be his source of godly entertainment. He probably was sadistic.

"Let's get a lift from Argus to Manhattan and then steal something flashy," Leda suggested. Sure, they could have gone with one of the camp cars but she couldn't help but imagine them taking a mustang or something for a spin. It would be so much cool to do some real grand theft auto. And if they completely destroyed a stolen car, they wouldn't need to awkwardly tell the camp staff about why the car never came back. Sure, she figured they wouldn't care but if pressed, she might resort to that explanation as to what thievery was more fun.
In Hooked on a Feeling → 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Guin Stark
Guin hesitated as Lance went off. He was invisible, meaning she wasn't going to be able to follow him all too well. And sure, she approved of his entire ~we can save the world too!~ attitude, but right now... They had already done what they could. They had taken out the contraption that was giving Sterns his power. And while Lance had mutant abilities, Guin was just human. She was just going to be in the way if she went up there, rebellious cocky attitude or not. Maybe one day she would be that strong but for now... She was really just a teenager. "Good luck, Lando. I mean it," she called out to him, before she turned and ran away from the scene, trying to get to safety. Her brain was her most powerful tool and it was telling her to leave this to the heavy hitters.
In The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
John Watts
Location: Serval Industries - R&D Lab (4F & 4F)
Skills: Superhuman Speed, Speed Clones, Cyclone Generation
"Oh, I'm much more than a speedster," Watts said ominously - the glowing red eyes probably wasn't helping to sell him as a hero and not a villain at the moment. As he was repeatedly slammed into the ground, he was grateful that she hadn't gone after his speed clone. Speed clones happened when he moved so quickly as to effectively be in two places at once. The Scarlet Witch could have hurt the speed clone and doubled the damage she did to him. However, he was coughing up a bit of blood and was in a lot of pain from being repeatedly slammed - he was just a skinny scientist in a suit. It was more painful though hearing Andrew encourage Wanda to monologue. "I hate monologues," he muttered, spitting blood on the ground as he got to his feet.

"Idiot!" he snapped at Bobbi, as she summoned a squeaky toy and threw it at the Scarlet Witch, as if that would do anything. And she had the audacity to call him an old man? He was entertaining the notion of planting some drugs in her room and getting her hauled off to jail. It would give him some much needed peace and quiet. They didn't need a drug addict here doing gymnastics and throwing chew toys around the room anyways.

Working in unison with his clone, Watts waved his arms rapidly in circles aimed at Wanda. He was moving so fast that he and the clone generated a miniature cyclone, trapping the Scarlet Witch inside of it. The vortex was giving her trouble breathing and was preventing her from using her powers, so Watts saw an opportunity and he took it. He tried to grab her, intending on phasing her through the wall and throwing her down onto the pavement below, but she somehow managed to avoid his grasp.
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 4C
Skills: Rainbow Manipulation
"Good, tie-dying a camp shirt is not as easy as it looks," Leda commented. While a lot of the campers wore the standard orange shirts, she had gone out of her way to get a white one and then she dyed it to be an explosion of colors. It wasn't too uncommon a practice for the children of Iris - most of them loved colors. Limiting themselves to just a single shade? That was torture. It didn't matter if the Aphrodite kids teased her for her vibrant dress - she didn't care what they thought. She had her own personal style and that was all that mattered at the end of the day - that she was true to herself.

Their current location at Zeus' Fist was near a Labyrinth entrance - and there was no way in hell that Leda was going to go down there. She was claustrophobic, so the idea of being in a confined, ever changing magical maze that also would try to kill them? It sounded like a fate worse than falling through Tartarus. She spotted her sister, Tammy, and then one of the Ares kids. The expectation of course was for her to run off without being seen, but... Well, the instant Leda saw him, she was ready for a fight. She didn't really think about it as she stepped into view and tried to blast him with a beam of rainbow light, missing him unfortunately. "Fucking Stormtrooper Aim!" she cursed, not bothering to be quiet since the Ares scout had noticed them by now.
In Darke Magyk - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@KazAlkemi@eclecticwitch
The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: Date Unknown
Ahote's thinking was correct - the Frost Giant was not unconscious for long. The blue beast opened its eyes and rose to its full height, dwarfing the surrounding rubble and making Ahote seem puny in comparison. The Frost Giant narrowed its eyes, looking around for the miscreant that had attacked and rendered it unconscious, but there was no one in sight. Spitting on the ground, the Frost Giant then started to head south - in the direction of what had been the Port. Thinking on Loki and the end of the world, Ahote will remember a myth that he overheard of the Serpent. Supposedly, this creature was one of Loki's children and was so large that it surrounded the world, dwelling in bodies of water to elude capture by Thor, as Thor had sworn to slay the Serpent.

Of course, a moment later Prince Myrus appeared right next to him, looking incredibly confused. There was blood on his clothing. "... Are my sisters safe?" he asked Ahote frantically.
The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 5th, 12,508 - 9:30 PM
The Old Port Witch Coven Home - the Port...

Nera's expression darkened. "As long as Meliscente's child sits on the throne, I will never be happy," she said bitterly. Some people got past old grudges when they entered Ghosthood - Nera was not one of them. She still hated Valda, Luna, and Myrus with a passion. They were going to pay for the sins of their mother. And once she had stayed in this spot for a year and a day, she would be able to maybe Cause an accident to befall them. She smiled at the thought of sending Princess Luna into the Moat to drown.

To Fleur, Nera's hand would just feel like an icy wind. "Go, enjoy yourself," Nera told her love. "I'll be here as always." It wasn't like she could get up and leave, after all.

The Dragon Boat - traveling to the Castle...

It would take them approximately half an hour to travel back to the Castle via the Dragon Boat. Although the boat was not utilizing her full speed, she had been dormant for ages - her wings were a bit stiff so it was perhaps for the best that she was taking things slow. They haven't run into any issues so far and in the next few minutes, they'll be able to see the Port in the distance. Some of the clouds in the sky have interesting shapes - one of them even looks exactly like mistletoe. Funny, huh? Oh dear, what's that? A FIREBALL!!! The dragon boat swerves out of the way just in time, dodging it. It definitely came from the Port.
Antonije and Myrus
Location: the Palace Grounds E6 -> H6 / Entrance Hall F5 -> the Queen's Room -> ?
Skills: Telepathy, Hide



Antonije was holding Sylvi's hand with his right and Myth's hand with his left - he hadn't done something like this since his sisters were very small. Marya and Medea always had a tendency to get into trouble, so he ended up having to watch them while their parents worked on various machines and inventions. His eyes watered briefly and he had to wonder what his parents would say, if they saw him now. He had never seen their ghosts - maybe they were nearby and just hadn't Appeared to him, but he doubted it. Most likely, they had gone back to the Eastern SnowPlains, wanting to stay out of the lives of their children.

"The cock sucker is probably off finding more people to abandon," Antonije muttered bitterly to Myth. "It won't be long until he forgets about you and the baby, I bet. He does that - he collects people like pets and then forgets about them, leaving them behind!" There was anger and pain in his eyes, but mostly fury. If Bruce had been there, Sylvi would be fine - he was sure of it. It was all Bruce's fault and he wanted to punch the demigod as hard as he could, repeatedly even until his knuckles bled and caved in on themselves.

He lost telepathic control of Sylvi and he turned to face her, a silent question as to what would she do. He didn't care what Myth thought about their relationship. All he wanted to do was keep Sylvi safe. It didn't matter if he had to cross a few lines to do so.

Inside the Palace, Myrus felt relieved at Bruce's words - they hadn't found his sisters yet. He glanced at Lennox for a moment, before he decided to actually go along with what Bruce said and get out of there. The vampires weren't backing down, charging at Lennox and Bruce without any fear. He had a pretty good idea as to where his sisters would be hiding and he took off, running east until he hit a stretch of wall - and just ran straight through it, emerging inside of the Queen's Room. Glancing around, he saw that there was a glass shard on the ground and somehow, water was coming out of one of the cabinets?

"... Valda, Luna, are you two using Magyk to hide?" he called out, feeling a bit silly as he picked up the glass shard. There was a POP and Myrus vanished, the glass shard clattering back to the ground.

Over along the Long Walk, Gypsy rolled her eyes at Amarantha. "You need to learn to hunt for yourself, newborn," she muttered. Wiping off a bit of blood on her sleeve, Gypsy then gave her a smirk. "You're the army woman, yeah?" she asked, apparently recognizing Amarantha. It would take Amarantha a moment, but she would remember seeing this woman at the marketplace a week or so ago. Had these vampires been waiting for the best moment to strike? "Anyways, come on, boss'll be wanting us."
Halley Banner
Location: the Docks - the Port
Skills: Chaos Magyk
"I disagree," she told Arnora simply. Cuyler was insisting that a dead woman was nearby and the fact that he still had feelings for Arya was obvious. She needed him to know the truth, in order to ensure that he wouldn't see his ex-lover in every bit of stray Magyk they encountered. She would rather he be sad than deluded. Of course, Halley wasn't going to ever admit to being wrong herself - she was stubborn and certain that her choices were the correct ones, no matter what.

She then raised an eyebrow at him, as he questioned the extent of her Magyk. "You forget who my mother is - I can manipulate Magyk," she reminded Cuyler. Catching movement, Halley then glanced up towards the sky. She put her hand in front of her face in an attempt to get a better view and she spotted... a dragon flying towards them. What was going on here? Midgard did have its fair share of dragons, but they were almost extinct by this point. She didn't count Thalia and her children, since they were time dragons and technically not from this time period.

Cuyler's axe started to spin, now pointing between the Castle and the dragon. "Well that's convenient," she commented, making a ball of Chaos Magyk in order to create a small, controlled flare - instead, she ended up launching a huge fireball up into the sky, narrowly missing the dragon boat and her passengers. "There, I've signaled for them."
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Guin Stark
Location: The Palace - New York City, New York (Outfit - Day 2)
Skills: Telepathy
Guin was shocked that he believed her - he didn't even really question the notion that the world had been changed. Was it because he loved her? Or had she been too hard on Allison earlier with all of the questions and desire for proof? She blinked slightly, not really sure what to say - but then it turned out he didn't believe her entirely. He didn't think that his sister was capable of such a thing. "I don't know what her motives were but... I found evidence of a major energy spike occurring yesterday, here in New York. The signature was chaos energy... Wanda's specialty..."

Her mind then darted back to what Allison had said about the other world. "If I were to guess why she did it though... It was to make our lives better. In the real world, humanity treats mutants like garbage... Your father is a terrorist, not a king..."

"No, Wanda wouldn't do something like that I'm fairly sure..."

She sighed slightly. This was going to be hard, convincing Pietro of the facts. It wasn't that he was dumb - it was simply that her fiancé operated based on emotions rather than logic. His overprotective nature contributed to the conundrum as well and unless Wanda confessed, Guin doubted that she would be able to convince him. She would have to try. "All of the evidence points towards her."

"No, no way, she wouldn't cause this!"

"She did, Pietro...." Guin thought gently.

"No."

Maybe she would need to try a different approach here. "Okay, then she should have no problem talking to us about this and helping us get to the bottom of things." If Wanda was guilty, then this psychological ploy most likely would get her to confess. And if she wasn't, who better than a master of chaos magic to help them find the truth?

"Maybe..."

"I'm going to talk to her."

"...Okay..."

She shut her eyes and concentrated for a moment. There were so many people at the Palace currently for the execution that it took her a few tries to sort through all of their thoughts, but she eventually located Wanda - she was outside. Guin then opened her eyes and she looked at Pietro. She wished that he believed her on this, but she needed to go talk to Wanda about this before Allison and the others could. She felt she should say something to him, but she didn't really know what, so she headed outside to go find Wanda. Pietro had fallen silent and followed after her.
Casper Theriot
Location: Thieves Guild Jet -> the Ground - Louisiana
Skills: Mediumship
Things were relatively uneventful on the jet - until the topic of landing came up. Casper actually looked a bit excited at the prospect of jumping out of a plane. He had seen it in so many movies and he always wondered what it would have been like. By contrast, his brother was visibly terrified. Thinking for a moment, he knew what he had to do. Sure, his main goal was to sabotage this mission but right now his brother needed him. "Here, Jackie," he said, handing him a parachute. He took one for himself. "Now on the count of three, we're going to jump, okay?" he paused.

"Don't do what I think you're going to..." Ben muttered, but he knew Casper wouldn't listen to him. Casper never listed to anyone.

"One...Two...," Casper counted, before suddenly shoving his brother off of the plane. He knew that Jack wasn't going to jump even on the count of three - his brother was many things and a coward when it came to heights was one of them. Casper then jumped out of the plane as well, trying to grab his brother's hand to calm him but he couldn't quite get a hold of him. He was lucky though - his parachute worked properly and he landed on the ground, feeling exhilarated - and fully expecting his brother to puke.

"That was mean, Casper!"

"You know he wouldn't have jumped otherwise, Ben!" Casper complained. He glanced around, seeing the others landing, as well as the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility up ahead. He had to wonder how they were going to break into it - hopefully no one would come out and try to kill them. While Casper wanted the mission to be a failure, he didn't want people to die.
Dominika Novikova and Runa Blake
Location: Human Resistance HQ, New York -> The Palace Grounds
Skills: Eldritch Magic
Runa hesitated for a moment, not expecting Lance to hug her. He knew that her cousin was Thor's daughter, so he knew that she was Asgardian and that she had been lying to him all of this time. She had to assume there was a chance he realized who exactly she was - the myths hadn't been kind to her on Midgard. It made her wish for Klara's minor problem of being noted as a water goddess - at least no one marked her birth as being another step towards Ragnarok, the end of Asgard. No one compared Klara to Fenrir, Hel, or Jörmungandr. "... He has Klara in the Palace dungeons," Runa said quietly.

"...It'll be alright Runa, we can go after her..."

"I-I can't let her down... I can't let her die thinking she's the stain on the House of Odin when... when..." her chin was wobbling and she couldn't finish her thought.

"It's okay Runa... We'll help her, okay?"

She nodded. It made sense to her that he wouldn't have any problems wanting to help Klara - everyone loved Klara. Sure, Klara wasn't anywhere as popular as Runa's father (he was called Baldur the Beautiful for a reason) but she was universally adored - the daughter of Thor and Lady Sif, future ruler of Asgard.

"...Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Runa sniffled, pulling her sling ring from her pocket. She was far enough away from the main group that she wasn't aware of their plans and even if she had been, she would have done this anyways. Klara couldn't wait.

"It doesn't sound like you are..." he said softly, giving her a smile.

She took a shaky breath and she rubbed her eyes dry on her sleeve. "Maybe I need one of Idunn's apples," she mumbled, before she started concentrating on the location she had seen - the Palace dungeons - and she drew a circle in the air in front of her, trying to open up a portal. Instead of getting to the dungeons though, the portal led to the Palace grounds and was fortunately concealed by some trees. Runa walked through without hesitation.

Lance glanced back behind him, looking over at the others, before he turned back around and followed Runa through the portal. "So, now what do we do?"

"We find my cousin..."
Realizing that they were lopsided towards stealth, Novikova took Maria's hand. "If you take on some of my powers, you could probably cause some serious damage," Novikova said quietly. Hopefully Maria would absorb her earth and metal manipulating abilities, rather than the multiverse defying eyesight. She didn't have a spare pair of her glasses on her at the moment and it would be awful if one of them had to go around with their eyes closed because of it. However, she then noticed that Lance and Runa took off via sling ring. "... Guess we're driving then. I can take a car's worth of people," she volunteered.

"Go, cars are parked in the garage," Barton told her, tossing her a set of keys and motioned in the direction of the garage. She nodded and caught them with ease, heading on over and she clicked the key fob to unlock the car, noticing one in the far corner start to flash. Heading on over to it, Novikova got into the driver's seat and buckled up, waiting for her car to fill up with passengers. Hopefully these would be the people intending on causing a scene at the Palace - allowing those wanting to infiltrate stealthily to go on their own and not be associated with them.

"Ни пу́ха, ни пера́. – К чёрту," she muttered underneath her breath in one of her native tongues.
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