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

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Jasonhero
The Hub - San Fransisco: March 5th, 1984 - 10:50 A.M.

Before the others had a proper chance to react to Flynn's murder of Pym, Strange took action. He had seen these possibilities before and had hoped that Roman would heed his words and stop Pym's murder - it was the easiest option he had foreseen. Unfortunately, Roman didn't seem to act fast enough, still just remaining quiet and standing there. The Sorcerer Supreme instead had to fall back to Plan J. Using the Eye of Agamotto and the Time Stone it contained, he temporarily froze time for a few precious seconds.

"The timeline will begin to take hold soon," he warned Niah quickly. "I've gathered that the most likely outcome would be an even bleaker future - one caught in a war between the cyborg Tony Stark and the enchantress Morgan le Fay. I'm going to send you back to when we arrived here and you'll have another chance, Dr. Bautista, to get this right. In fact, I'm going to fold time around you into a loop - the loop will only break once either you die or you succeed in averting an apocalyptic future in 2020."

Dr. Strange then made a complicated series of hand gestures and Niah was surrounded in a green light, so intense it would blind her. And the next thing she would know...
The Hub - San Fransisco: March 5th, 1984 - 10:10 A.M.
Having just been transported by Dr. Strange from the Baskin Robbins, the group finally arrived at the Hub in San Fransisco. It was just a little past ten in the morning and already, the halls were busy with people rushing to and fro. Some of them were in nice dress clothes, other military uniforms, and even a few of the harried workers had lab coats on. None of them really took notice of the little group, with Strange smirking to himself.

"Sorry, I hate public transportation," he explained. For Niah, she would have an incredible sense of déjà vu. She would remember seeing Flynn kill Pym just seconds ago and Strange's solution, but no one else would. To everyone else, this was the first time they had arrived here - the first time they would spot the phone and directory on the wall not too far away from them. That would be useful - they might want to get in contact with Pym or Fury, after all.

"This was a lot quicker anyway," Susan agreed.

"Now, Dr. Bautista, if you would like to call Dr. Pym or Mr. Fury, that would be wonderful," Strange said. Right on cue, a small red kitten came up to Niah and started to rub up on her a little bit, purring as if they had already met that day.

"... Fuck, is that Fury's cat?" Raynor asked, a bit shocked.
Stark Tower - New York: July 15th, 2021 - 10:30 P.M.

For Cass, her legs would feel like they were live wires. It had all happened so suddenly, the searing pain that knocked her down to the ground. She wouldn't understand what had happened - she had no awareness that she wasn't organic matter, that she was just a glorified machine. Her memories were her own, weren't they? She'd be able to remember everything - from her sister's face to the early years of S.H.I.E.L.D. and to Ultron's supremacy. Maybe Ultron had hit her with a nerve gas of some sorts - yes, that would explain her sudden pain, wouldn't it?

"I always thought of myself as more of a Siri," Ultron mused, clearly enjoying Tinley's torment. Goose, Wanda, and Tinley were the only beings made out of organic matter left here. Shuri was back at the Sanctum along with Dr. Doom - perhaps it would be a good time to try to contact the cavalry and call them in, or should Tinley not send out the call and let someone else take up the mantle of humanity's last hope?

"Don't strain yourself, dear," Jocasta told Cass, shaking her head slightly. "It's just a nasty bit of malware, your antivirus will clear it out in a moment..." The robot was quiet for a moment, contemplating what else Cass had said - about Ultron controlling her and her son, Vision. "Everyone is controlled by someone, Virginia. Free will... is an illusion held by organic beings."

Virginia? Now why would Jocasta call Cass by that name?

"Come on - we can't stop now," Wanda urged Tinley. She spat on the floor before her red glow had surrounded Vision's form. Cass had given the Scarlet Witch an idea. Nothing they had been able to do really seemed to hurt these machines - it took one of their own kind to kill the Vision. So, why not use the Vision to kill them? "I dedicate this weapon of death and destruction to the Merchant of Death - Stark," she boasted dramatically, before using her powers to manipulate the probabilities surrounding Vision's body.

It worked. Wanda managed to activate the laser from the Vision's forehead, despite the extensive damage it had taken on. Magic and science working together - who would have thought? The laser beam flew at Jocasta perfectly and the robot dropped to the ground, a gigantic hole in her head. If that robot had been Janet van Dyne in some way, it didn't matter. Jocasta was dead. And Wanda had her sights on Ultron now.

"You took EVERYTHING from me!"

"HULK SMASH!!!!!!!" the Hulk screamed, leaping back up into the room. The green monster let out another roar and started doing his best to try to pummel Ultron, only for Ultron to manage to match him blow for blow. Raw strength didn't seem to be enough to win this fight. Hopefully though, none of this would matter and the group going back in time would succeed.

"You killed my wife," Ultron laughed. "I suppose you'll have to do as her replacement then, Dominion."
In The Gifted - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose
Washington D.C.: September 9th, 2020 - 9:20 PM
The Penthouse...

Nothing really here to note again - mostly since only one of you three has managed to post at this moment in time. As you get to the bottom floor and leave the building, it's pitch black outside. There are storm clouds up above and it's raining, but the rain in Washington D.C. either is gone in a few moments or it turns into a full blown storm. There's not really an in between. Like always, they can go around to the garage and take one of the cars - or go grab a driver to take them around in a limo. Across the street, a gigantic television screen is displaying an interview between Dr. Moira McTaggert and MSNBC news, discussing the mutant gene and its potential. Moira is a noted human scientist and close ally of the X-Men - and according to the gossip network, a former lover of Charles Xavier.
Outside...

Both Havok and Negasonic had gone inside with Sapphire, leaving the brothers and Glimpse outside for the time being. Glimpse has Xavier's number, so if she wants to call him, she's fully capable of doing so. There's even a chance that he's anticipating her call if he's currently connected to Cerebro and probing the D.C. area with his fantastic psychic abilities. The rain is coming down here as well, hard enough to leave the young mutant drenched within seconds. If she does call the big man, she might want to do it somewhere with a bit more protection from the elements.

Casper had managed to catch his breath, his hands still shaking and his pupils were wide. There wasn't anything he craved more than a shot of heroin in that moment. He hadn't always been like this, but drugs were just about the only thing that could keep the ghosts out. The poor departed souls had stuck inside with Max thankfully, not following the son of X outside. "J-Jackie... I-I think he's a murderer," Casper whispered. "Sh-should we do something?" He was conflicted about it. While he happily broke the law in order to get high, he was strongly opposed to murder. Being a mutant didn't give someone a free pass to go around and do whatever they wanted.

He wasn't really sure on the timeline of Max's killings either. Those ghosts hadn't been there earlier, but sometimes his powers didn't really make much sense. They could have a bit of a time delay and he desperately hoped that more ghosts wouldn't start to pop up all around them. He just couldn't deal with that. Ben seemingly had sensed this as well, vanishing to give Casper some space for the moment. Sure, Ben didn't scare Casper but at the moment, Casper needed less sensory input and not more.

He let go of his brother, running his hands through his hair. He pulled out a strand and had a horrifying realization - he'd probably go bald one day. "Freaking Nazis, Jackie... We gotta do something about that too. If there's one thing I learned from Steve Rogers, it's that you punch Nazis in the face." Casper didn't really mind the pouring rain too much, though it was making him look a bit like a wet dog.

The First Floor...

"You got it," Havok told Sapphire, before running off to the little supply area where they kept their medical items. James must have not heard Spark Plug ask him to help out with Veil, as he just stayed where he was on the stairs. Maybe it was the exhaustion taking its toll on him. At any rate, Havok came back a few minutes later with the very best the Mutant Underground had to offer. There was an assortment of items - gauze, tweezers, knives, duct tape, a sewing kit, pliers, bandages, alcohol wipes, latex gloves, a flashlight, and a small little bag of stickers that they gave to the little kids to calm them down. Some people arrived at the Mutant Underground for the first time in bad shape - and sadly, it was usually the little ones. "This work?" he asked her. "It better, it's all I could find, Doc..."

"Okay, but what can a politician do?" Blink countered. Maybe she had a point, maybe she just had a lack of faith in the human justice system. "They don't have the authority to arrest people. That's the job of the police. And last I checked, the police hardly are enamored with mutants..." She crossed her arms, unaware of how her words may hit a mark for some - Max. Colossus was busy speaking with his sister quietly in Russian, the two of them exchanging news rapidly back and forth. Illyana looked a bit clammy and overheated, but it wasn't anything to be concerned about just yet. And besides, Sapphire had a more pressing patient on her hands. Waverley would recognize who was on the couch - Veil, the leader of this section of the Mutant Underground.

"Guys, look at this," Negasonic interrupted, pulling up a video on her phone. It was a live news broadcast from a local network in D.C. And while those at the Hellfire Club HQ were seeing the interview with Moira, the Mutant Underground members saw something different - it was traffic cam footage of Max's assault on the police car.

"This act of terrorism, coming on the wake of 7/15, is no less than an act of war on the part of the mutants says Reverend William Stryker," the anchor said with a solemn expression. "The Reverend is calling for a demonstration tomorrow against mutant violence. Those interested in joining Stryker's Crusade can find him on his website or at his Church on Maple, the Hope of Humanity."

"Joining me to comment is a true American patriot, you know him from our sister network, Benedict Ryan."

Ryan smiled at the anchor, shaking her hand. "It's a pleasure to be here, Rita. Now, I know that I'm going to get a lot of hate for this, but enough is enough... I'm calling on Congress to deputize the Purifiers in order to keep the peace here in D.C. The police have been out there, fighting the good fight, and it's about time we got them back up against these menaces!"

Sunshine's face fell, recognizing the man on the television. She didn't watch the Ryan Hour. She couldn't read so why would she try to keep up with the news? No, she had met that man a long time ago - he had been there at her trial. He had testified that he saw her set fire to the apartment complex, that she had been a mutant extremist bent on killing innocent people. Her face twisted into a glare at the screen. The liar was the reason her friends, her real family, had been locked away in Mutant Super-Max - a prison that no one ever came back from alive.

"Καλό, καλύτερα να προετοιμαστεί για έναν πόλεμο - πρόκειται να σπάσω το κεφάλι του!"

Negasonic's eyes flickered over towards Max, Sapphire, and Havok. "Is there anything you three'd care to share with the class?"
In 🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Lady Virginia Crypt, Andromeda Aldrich, and Nancy Parker
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Location: Soulless Fade Between / PE Fade Between / DTTS Fade Between
Skills: N/A
Soulless Fade Between:

Virginia thought for a moment about Elizaveta's question. "I cannot say - but I am confident that they are more than equipped to protect themselves," she then answered. She didn't know enough of what was going on to predict what could have happened to the others, yet she had faith that Millicent would be able to keep the forces of darkness at bay and cling to life no matter the challenge. She had to imagine that the others present there were made of some similar resolve, given how far they had come and their success in vanquishing that poor, poor creature. At any rate, fretting too much about them would accomplish very little and would squander away their chances to learn and explore this wondrous place.

This Elsewhere was essentially paradise in her opinion. She considered Constantin's point that perhaps the others had just popped up somewhere else here and she couldn't argue against it. However, her notion still stood - whatever was happening with the others, she didn't doubt that they were more than capable of defending themselves if needed. "My father, he instructed me to seek life Elsewhere... I believe this is the place he referred to. I had been led to believe by Ny that he was in India, but perhaps he made his way here," she mused.

"Of course, my family's lore also suggests that this place may be connected to Belladonna and her extraordinary life." That had been what she had pieced together, although potentially misconstrued, that her father (and hopefully mother as well) had found the mythical place where Belladonna had gone. They had gone elsewhere, just as Belladonna had in the stories. And now, here she was as well. There was a chance she could see her parents again after what had felt like an eternity.

PE Fade Between:

"But how can you know for certain that wasn't Evelina? If time and space have broken down, then it stands to reason that there could be multiple versions of Evelina here from different points in their timeline," she argued. She didn't want to compare it to the television program Doctor Who but the idea was the same - people could exist in one timeline at two different stages in their life. They could meet friends out of order, even having confusing relationships like the Doctor and River Song where his first encounter was her last one.

She wasn't really asking him if he thought that he would be deified - her point was more that it was possible for the Emendators, mythical figures in their own right, to be transformed into some other entity. Caterpillars became butterflies - why couldn't an Emendator become the personification of a concept as abstract as Justice? And even if Justice was called the Dice long before she took that name, and assuming Justice lived through a linear progression of time, what if Evelina had been stranded at the beginning of history when the timelines imploded and changed over the eons? Would that explain why Gilbert was so certain the Dice was far away and not so very near, despite Justice claiming that she was the Dice?

Sophia and Bart started discussing just where the Emendators had gotten their titles from, a point that Andromeda very much wanted to know the answer to as well. They were going on about all of this as they walked, with the landscaping changing in front of her eyes - as if she was watching a scene transition in a film. The colors around them reminded her of Mars (the planet, not the Roman god). Sulfur filled her nostrils and she bit her lip slightly. Sulfur never seemed to be a good sign.

Gilbert's explanation of how he came to be, gaining the title of the Hat, only left her with more questions. "Alright, but did something trigger your awareness as the Hat? For example - why does Nancy look like a teenage girl, Gio like an old man, and you look like you're in your late thirties? There has to be something more than you just becoming the Hat one day... It can't be that random."

DTTS Fade Between:

Josephine, the movie star, seemed to have a sensible head on her shoulders. Rather than blatantly ignoring Nancy's expertise in these matters, she appeared to defer to it. This brought a slight smile to the young Emendator's face. The extra annoying members of their little party also had quieted down, no doubt alleviating a later tension headache that Nancy was certain they would have caused. One of them though, Lauren, offered to give the man moonshine. Nancy had to grin a little bit more at that suggestion - normal people were rather entertaining sometimes.

As she tried to get a read on him, something then clicked - there was something rather obvious that she could attempt to try. She could have smacked herself for not doing so sooner. Maybe these people were slowly killing her brain cells - that had to be it. The man's initial words caused a sense of unease to grow within her though - specifically that he liked her qualities in a woman. She wasn't about to let onto to that however. She had told very few people about her traumatic entrance into this life. "Oh I understand - which is why I'm not going to ask for travel with all of them," she answered bluntly.

He certainly was charming and finally, Nancy had a name. Baron seemed to suit him the most, especially with his hat and mannerisms. And wondrously, he seemed to be content with Lauren's promise of spirits for the moment. Nancy put her pendant back around her neck. It was an old and simple thing, but the rune always gave her comfort. It reminded her of her favorite time and place, the Viking era in Scandinavia. She had spent a good deal of time cross dressing back then.

"Perfect," she told him with a grin, though the way he said stiff only added to her slight feeling of unease. Hopefully Lauren would be able to pull this off.

In Darke Magyk - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@KazAlkemi@eclecticwitch
The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 5th, 12,508 - 11:10 PM
The Private Courtyard - the Palace, the Castle...

Nothing new to note here. People are still running around trying to clean up the mess. If they hurry, they'll be able to get to the Ramblings by foot within 1-2 updates. They could speed things up if Mona were to use Magyk to transport them and Myth could even use her Bardic Magyk as well to do something.

The 19th Floor - Wizard Tower, the Castle...

Rowland sighed for a moment, his heart heavy as he tried to think of another way to explain this to Cuyler. It was a difficult concept and there weren't very many ways to simplify things further. "Magyk has two sides to it - the Lyte and the Darke. While we like to distinguish between the two of them, the Magykal force itself does not... Arya was birthed of pure Magyk - of Lyte and Darke. I did my best to ensure that she followed the path of the Lyte, but when she seemed to die and then came back... She has an equal potential to become one with the Darke instead. Her early nature leaned towards it, an innate violent tendency and a thirst for vengeance... I helped to repress those qualities in her, to enhance her Lyte. If you loved the Arya you knew, Cuyler, then the kind thing would be to end her before her legacy can be tarnished by the Darke that dwells within her..."
Myrus Silvers
Location: the Crypt - the Palace
Skills: N/A
Myrus hugged Luna back tightly, his arms quivering as she mentioned Mavis. She had been his best friend since he was little - they had dated once upon a time, only for Mavis to end things. Myrus hadn't been mature enough for her. Tears misted up in his eyes and started to fall quietly down his face. Pain and tragedy had been the defining themes of his life for the past year. "...Th-thanks..." he mumbled, swallowing thickly. As far as he was aware, Mavis' ghost would be left behind - these creatures couldn't change that, right? He'd see her again, but it would never be the same - there would be a veil left between them.

Thankfully, the prince didn't notice the odd look that Amarantha gave him. Milo moved hesitantly over towards Luna, hiding behind her skirts as he tried to become invisible. There were so many people here, so many of them not just important to the Castle but also covered in blood of the people he knew and cared about, as well as those who had slain them. Ahote would be able to pick up that Amarantha's aura had suddenly changed - there was something infected about it, something unlike anything he had ever seen before.

His eyes widened as Valda mentioned the old witchy tale - mostly because he recognized two of its central characters. "That's got to be Hel and Fenrir then!" he exclaimed, sniffling a little bit. "Hel was the Goddess of Death and Fenrir was a wolf... I have no idea what the connection between them is, but they're pretty big in the Land of Long Nights' lore and all..."

Apollodora nodded - her father had ensured that she and her brother knew their culture well. "Aye. Fenrir and Hel are children of Loki. Hel can be reasoned with, sticking to her realm... but Fenrir had sworn vengeance against the gods for what they did to him."

"What did they do?" Myrus asked, looking at Apollodora with curiosity. She didn't look like someone from the Land of Long Nights - her hair was dark, rather than their typical pale blonde locks.

"They betrayed him - and chained him," Apollodora answered matter of factly. "Or they will one day - the stories aren't always clear about the order of events leading up to the big one..."
Antonije Magnisky
Location: Room 847 - the Ramblings
Skills: Telepathy
Now, not only was Sylvi now a vampire and a bard, she was also a Spirit Seer. She could see all ghosts, even if they did not choose to Appear to her. So when Antonije killed their neighbor right in front of her, the ghost was doomed to haunt their little room in the Ramblings for the next year and a day. And poor Sylvi was cursed to have to see their victim at all times. There wouldn't be any reprieve - their home was tainted now with his ghost. "You sure?" Antonije asked. "I don't mind making him extra tasty for you..."

He gave her a smile, whereas the man's ghost Appeared and started to scream at the top of his lungs at Antonije. He didn't Appear though, rather just shouting general abuse and screaming about the indignity of being killed for some weird cannibalistic ritual. The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees, though Antonije was completely oblivious. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU HAVE TO KILL ME?!?!?!?!?!"

"Oh, you're not hungry," Antonije realized, using his telepathy to tell. "I'll package him up for you then - think of him as a readymade meal, right?" he suggested, smiling at her again. He then started to drag the corpse across the room, attempting to get the body away from their living space. He was pretty sure if he just dangled the corpse upside down and made some cuts, he could drain the blood for Sylvi. That was the part she seemed to really be interested in, anyways.

"DON'T YOU DARE EAT ME!!!!"
Halley Banner
Location: the Pyramid Library - Wizard Tower
Skills: Chaos Magyk
Halley frowned slightly as Arnora confirmed that Loki was there somewhere, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. Using her perceptive abilities wasn't going to help her here, especially since Loki was using some sort of Magyk to disguise himself. She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined pushing her senses out to encompass the room, feeling the fabric of reality for distortions. It took her a while to focus her mind properly, but when she opened her eyes, she knew just where the God of Mischief was - or rather, who he was.

"There's an easy way to settle this," Halley whispered to her companion.

"Look, no one is here," Jarvis insisted. "I don't see why you're wasting your time here."

Unfortunately, Halley wasn't thinking the most strategically at the moment. If she had been, then perhaps she would have just grabbed Loki and threatened him with her weapon until he changed shape to reveal his true form. Maybe she would have given some sort of signal to Arnora for a coordinated attack, as to better their chances of succeeding against the God of Mischief. No, for all of her ego and pride about her superiority, she fell into a classic trap of any hero or villain...

She opted to talk instead of act. "It's an impressive trick, pretending to be a little girl."

"What do you mean?" Minerva asked, tilting her head slightly. "Arnora, is your friend okay?" she asked.

"Oh I'm quite fine, Loki!"

"...Me? Loki? You've got to be daft! If I was some all powerful and devilishly handsome god, don't you think I'd have better things to do with my time than sift through an old library?" Minerva pointed out, crossing her arms and laughing a little bit at Halley's accusation.
Violet
Location: the Old Port Witch Coven Home - the Port
Skills: Sense Magyk
Nera had left Fleur with some brief parting words, before she disAppeared. Her spirit was still there, but she was no longer visible to Fleur. Perhaps she just wanted some time to herself to process everything. Of course, her words had made her feelings clear: "Wherever you leave your heart, that is where I will be... Fleur."

As Fleur came back down the decrepit and barely standing staircase, Violet nodded for a moment, before she hesitated. She could Feel some deep Magyk downstairs. "There's something here," she insisted, before the ex-ExtraOrdinary Wizard quickly dashed down the stairs into the basement. She didn't seem at all concerned by the precarious creaks that came with each step she took, more concerned with looking around the dank basement. Various possessions of the Port Witch Coven were still here, including a large ornate sigil drawn on the ground in what had been lamb's blood. However, she wasn't looking at the items. No, Violet was staring straight on at an unremarkable stretch of concrete wall.

"Do you see that?" she asked, reaching out cautiously with her fingers. When she touched the stone wall, Violet continued to push her fingers forward. They seemingly vanished, as if the wall was just an illusion and there was something else behind it. Pulling her hand back out, snowflakes covered the back of her palm. "...Have you seen Magyk like this before?" Violet asked, reaching her hand forward again. Some personality traits never changed, no matter the case of amnesia. This was something new, unlike anything she had ever seen before. Her eyes went back to Fleur, expecting that she might know what this was.
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 Dining Pavilion
Skills: N/A
Leda had spent the morning drawing up ideas for shrines to a few more minor gods and goddesses. It was practically a never ending process, ensuring that they were all included. Then there was the matter of verification - some of the personifications she had to consult the records to see if they really were real or had just been added to the oral storytelling legends. But with her colored pencils and a pad in front of her, the wind tickling her face as she sat on the grass by the shrine to her mother, Iris, she couldn't have felt more blissful. By contrast, sitting in the dining pavilion as she ate her food just felt so... cramped and dull. The summer was shaping up to be largely uneventful, with the exception of the arrival of more kids of the Big Three.

There had to be something big on the way - and true to form, her impatience demanded the new adventure to come now rather than later.

Once she had finished eating and the sacrificial station at the front was available, she went up there and scrapped some of her food into the flame. "Hey, Mum. Everything s'alright here. If you've got any quests or anything you need doing... I'd be chuffed to take care of that for you." She rocked back on her heels, feeling a little bit awkward before she went back to the Iris table and sat down next to one of her siblings. Maybe her mom would have some sort of errand for her to run - that'd be cool. She never really got to spend proper time with her.
In 🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Lady Virginia Crypt
Location: Soulless Fade Between
Skills: N/A
"Have faith," Virginia had reassured her dear friend Millicent, before they performed the trick. She was not certain what sort of sensation they should have had from Vlad's skill, yet it was uncanny and remarkable all the same. Everything around them had started to fade away, with this other place... this Elsewhere... becoming all the more prominent. It took her breath away and while no doubt any ordinary person would have been terrified, Virginia was delighted. This outcome had been more than she could have hoped for. The beautiful melancholy desolation of this place sang to her very soul, with the essence seeming to whisper secrets to Virginia that she had never known about herself.

She had never felt more alive and complete before. The broken and empty structure she now stood in was horrific and terrifying - she had no doubt that when the arches caught the light in just the right manner, their shadows would look like specters. She smiled, wiping a slight tear away from her eyes as she tried her best to take in this awe inspiring place. "We're Elsewhere..." she said, answering William's question. It seemed as fitting a name as any. It was, after all, where her father had instructed her to go. "Have you ever been somewhere so beautiful?" she asked her companions. She dried her eyes by blinking rapidly to dispel the moisture.

Oh, if only she could share this wondrous place with Millicent and James and many more! She had no understanding of how they had come to be here, but everything about it just felt right to her.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: the Baxter Building - New York (Guin's Outfit)
Skills: N/A
Guin couldn't help but be a bit curious when Carolina revealed that Johnny Storm was still called the Human Torch in the original reality. "Huh - guess you can't improve on perfection then," she mused. The name was definitely one of the better ones in the Homo Sapien Death Match sport. Her father's was Iron Man - though on occasion in the tabloids, he was called either the Da Vinci Of Our Time or the Merchant of Death. She giggled slightly at Johnny's digs at Ben Grimm - the Thing. "Which head is made out of rock?" she asked, feigning innocence. It was a little bit disappointing when Johnny Storm left to go find his sister, but at the very least they were now in the company of the world's greatest scientific mind - Reed Richards.

She wrinkled her nose, seeing his lab coat. "What, is the EPA coming to inspect your lab today?" Guin asked. She almost never wore proper personal protective gear when she worked. Her philosophy was that she knew enough to understand the recklessness of her actions and if something happened, well, that was on her. She only wore her lab coat when working with things that scared her and she claimed to not be afraid of anything.

"Dr. Richards," she greeted. "We need you to devise a method of rewriting reality down to each and every atom," she told him bluntly. "Preferably within the next week." She knew it was unreasonable and impossible, and she expected him fully to reply along those lines. But still, that honestly was why they were here - and maybe Reed would be able to use his big brain to come up with an even better idea. Guin noticed that the blonde girl, October, seemed to be looking around dreamily at the various pieces of equipment here. Flynn and his brother, Pietro, both were relatively quiet as well.

She sighed and let go of Pietro's hand, assuming that he was still mad at her, since he wasn't even responding.
Dominika Novikova and Runa Blake
Location: The Human Resistance HQ - New York
Skills: N/A
"Mother Russia's ass," she whispered back in Maria's ear with a bit of a giggle. As was quite obvious from her name, Novikova was Russian-American. Her father was a Russian nuclear physicist and her mother was a New England socialite. Of course, she had largely been raised by her step-father, but Novikova never really felt close to him. She always had more in common with her father than anyone else in her family. He was her hero. "Doctor Strange is - was - no, is the Sorcerer Supreme of our universe... Basically, he's the Dumbledore of the wizards and witches." She wasn't really too clear on how sorcerers worked, but that was more or less her understanding of the situation. And of course, when Max pointed out to her that Strange was asking him what master he served, she had smirked and informed him: "Well, he isn't called Dr. Normal."

Banner answered her question about how they had found the stone, but what he said in addition to that gave her an idea. It was strengthened by Klara's explanation about the containment vessels for the stones and how those made them safe to manipulate and use. "Stark was protected because the arc reactor is non-organic matter..." she mumbled, drumming her fingers against her leg as she tried to think of how to use that information to their advantage. She was pretty certain that Wanda didn't wear any metal or armor on her, so if they were to get the mind stone and put it in a scepter, they could use it to control her.

Runa had been relatively quiet, listening to the conversation going on. Her main weapon, her ability over lies, had been greatly diminished in this reality. She wasn't capable of warping reality beyond the minor tricks of magic she had gained here. The strongest magic user on their side at the moment seemed to be Max - though he lacked control from what she had learned. Her face paled slightly as the Sorcerer Supreme appeared, having been summoned by Max.

Backing away slightly, she hoped that he wouldn't notice her. Wizards on Earth were supposed to guard this dimension and others from threats - she had to believe there was a very good chance that Strange would take advantage of her momentary loss of power and imprison her. So many people on Asgard back in the real reality believed that she was a force of evil, it stood to reason that Doctor Strange might as well. She wanted to speak up and warn Klara that just hitting things with a hammer rarely solved any problems, but she didn't want to cause Strange's gaze to drift over towards her.

"Help us, Stephen Strange. You're our only hope."
Casper Theriot
Location: the Hallway - Baton Rouge
Skills: Mediumship
"Excuse you, I tripped on purpose!" Casper claimed, Anastasia's not-so-subtle putdown stinging a little bit. He ordinarily was rather good at running, but sometimes it was just hard to stay balanced in high stress situations. He had never stolen an Infinity Stone and then lied about it to a super-villain before - it had a bit of a learning curve. If his father could see him now, forced into the role of the hero, he was sadly certain that Xavier would have been proud.

Or more likely, scientifically curious and wanting to push Casper to his limits, to force him to embrace the ghosts...

He banished those thoughts from his head, accepting Bobbi's hand as he got back up to his feet. "Ne t'inquiète pas," he instructed her. It was water under the bridge as far as he was concerned. Of course, maybe he should have been a little more concerned.

"LOOK OUT!" Ben screamed, as the guards came. Mary managed to take out a few of them, but more showed up and they sprayed the area with bullets. Jack had managed to deflect most of them, but Casper's baby brother ended up getting hit in the shoulder, his blood staining the hallway wall behind them. "Shit!" Casper cursed, freaking out a little bit. He didn't want to see his brother get hurt. It was his job to keep Jack safe!

"Let me at them," Ben asked.

"...Alright," Casper said softly, concentrating as he tried to do what he had done earlier with Chrysi. The blue glow surrounded his hands and his eyes started to glow as well as Ben became visible to everyone present. Giant tentacles sprouted out and Ben used them to grab the guards, snapping their necks in one swift motion.

"...Wow, that felt gross," Ben admitted, looking a little green (for a ghost).
In The Gifted - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Chulance Hi there! We are full but since Nallore has vouched for you I can make an exception. I’ve got two options for characters you could play that we could work in easily :)

1) A member of the Mutant Underground. Your character will just have been said to have been off on a mission for the group and just got back
2) An underling in the Hellfire Club. Your character would just be assumed to have been off screen so far
In The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
John Watts
Location: Serval Industries - R&D Lab -> Gardner's Office
Skills: Superhuman Speed, Perception
"Yes," Watts told Evelyn without hesitation. He was not a detective, though perhaps in another lifetime, another world he would be a world class private eye. It seemed simple to him though - Gardner was behind all of this, likely holding Andrew captive, and she had already been shown to be careless enough as to leave critical plans in her office. Starting by canvasing the office was the best bet they had to find Andrew in time. His own brain was making sure to tell him that via the hallucination of Andrew - he had to be a bit disappointed that he wasn't hallucinating someone more impressive, such as Dr. Reed Richards.

He huffed, hearing Wesley request that he hack Gardner's phone. "While I would just love to do that for you, I have more pressing business to deal with!" he snapped. "Perhaps you should have considered needing my help before you fell THROUGH THE CEILING AND RUINED MY LAB!" he screamed. He didn't care that Wesley said he needed anger management courses. He would continue to yell and scream until the day when Serval finally sent him to HR and even then, it wouldn't change his ways. "Best of luck not being murdered - I recommend running if I were you. And now, Nightingale, we are leaving," he said firmly. He wasn't about to let Gardner see him talking with Wesley. He wasn't stupid - and despite what the hallucination said, Watts firmly believed he was always right.

Pressing the watch on his wrist, he injected himself with the speed serum and felt the power course through his veins. Putting on his suit rapidly, he picked up Evelyn bridal style and raced the two of them up to Gardner's office without any issue. He hated the idea of leaving Wesley in his lab alone and unattended, but there wasn't really time to do much else. He had briefly considered returning Wesley to the library so that he could be found in the rubble, only to decide against it. It seemed to cruel. He might as well give the boy a chance to escape.

Zipping around Gardner's office rapidly, Watts unfortunately didn't find anything relating to Andrew. He did find a letter addressed to someone named Madelyn and he noted that this Madelyn resided not too far from Serval's Headquarters. His eyes flickered over to Evelyn, hoping she had better luck - yet his intuition told him what he had found was significant enough.

In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Maeve Brennan
Location: Gretna Green - Church
Skills: N/A
At the very least, she was not alone in her confusion - Colette was similarly kept in the dark with all of this. It reeked to high heavens of some sort of odd pagan ritual and she had been willing to hold her tongue, until one of the participants revealed that this was... a Circus act?! Had everything they had been experiencing part of some dark and demented show? "What, yer think this is funny?!" she snapped at Bazhooli, not caring for decorum at the moment. "Wus any av dis rayle, yer swindler?" Had these people summoned that.... that thing?! The Irishwoman was about to continue to give them a piece of her mind, this time drawing on some more colorful swear words, when the hoax was taken up to another level.

Colette was vanishing. So was Millicent and the batty man with the journal. And then, as Maeve glanced down at her hands, so was she. "Jasus bleedin Chroist, whatever de 'ell is doin' dis can suk a cock!" she shouted. Her lips continued to move but no sound was coming out and that was probably for the best. The type of words Maeve was using in her final moments were certainly not meant for polite company. Whatever was happening to them, she was certain that those pagan charlatans were causing it and if she was about to go, she might as well die running her mouth. And within moments, Maeve had faded away into nothingness, the last thoughts on her mind a mixture of rage and a quiet prayer for the wellbeing of her daughter, Roisin.
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