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In The Gifted - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose
Washington D.C.: September 10th, 2020 - 9:00 AM
Polaris barely even blinked before one of the knives strapped to her waist flew out and just barely grazed Jinx's cheek, just touching him enough to leave a faint scratch before it continued to fly, boomeranging around the room before she caught it by the handle. "Don't," she warned Jinx, clearly not in the mood for his antics. Unlike her siblings, she never had been a member of the Brotherhood. She followed the dreams and believed in the ideals of Charles Xavier. If it hadn't been for the Genosha project, she wouldn't have even considered joining forces with her father and the Hellfire Club. "Or the next one won't miss."

"Hmm? Oh, right, the little errand the girls have you running," Shaw recalled, smirking a little bit at Emma. "Though tell me, Requiem - have you discovered who was responsible for stealing my sentinel?" he asked. His eyes were incredibly intense as he stared at his fellow mutant, like a coyote eyeing its prey. The room noticeably became more intense and Emma smiled slightly, shifting to look at Requiem as well.

"Yes, do tell what you have learned - I think we are all dying to have this matter put behind us," she said smoothly.

Magneto shook his head slightly, making himself a cup of tea. He preferred to make his own food and drinks to having it provided for him - he was endlessly suspicious around the Hellfire Club, even though he was its White King. These people could not be trusted, they were always waiting for an opportunity to seize an even greater share of power. "It was foolish of you to manufacture the sentinels in the first place, Sebastian," he chided. "You created the tools responsible for the death of so many mutant brothers and sisters."

Shaw sighed - clearly they had had this debate before. "I would much rather we be the ones selling them than a human group - it at the very least has allowed me to introduce modifications to protect mutants of our little circle here should they fall into the wrong hands... But back to the topic - Requiem, please, your audience is waiting."
Veil nodded at Spark Plug's suggestion that they try the mutant friendly clinic. "That's worth a shot - but you'll need to be careful, that's one of the first places Purifiers are going to patrol in order to kill innocent mutants." There was no point in mincing words about it. Clinics and orphanages and just about any service provided for mutants now had gigantic targets on them. 7/15 had already riled up the purifiers in D.C. - this had just added fuel to a fire that had been burning for months, if not years. However, she disagreed with Spark Plug's desire to lead the mission.

"They'll never see my face unless I want them to. And besides, I made the decision already to lead that team. I'm not changing my mind on the issue." She didn't offer an explanation beyond that. Sometimes it was the best to give her reasoning behind a choice - other times, she felt like it wasn't demanded by the situation. She would have the time to rest once she either died or the work was done - and given that mutant suffering was unlikely to be eradicated in their lifetime without a drastic change in the status quo, death was the more probable outcome.

Havok shoved his hands into his pockets, his head stinging a little bit from where Sapphire had slapped him. "...Sorry, it's just after what happened with her and Mastermind..." he muttered. His girlfriend had a checkered past to say the very least and the idea of her being missing sparked fear in him - his mind conjuring up a scenario where Mastermind returned and hypnotized Polaris again, bending her sense of reality until she was just a willing pawn in his schemes.

Casper nodded his head slightly at his brother. "I'm fine, just trying not to stare at the cop..." he mumbled. He pulled at his hair slightly, trying to distract himself from the bloodied woman in blue hovering a few inches away from Max. Ghosts never really seemed to stay gone long. And unlike Ben, most of them were still fixated on their past life, unable to realize that they just had to make the best of a horrible situation and move on.

"I'd tell you to tell Jack about what's going on, but you never listen to me anyways," Ben admitted with a sigh. However, the ghost winced as he watched the complete breakdown experienced by Feedback. It looked like Casper's services hadn't been needed anyways - she found out that her mother was dead. Of course, Ben still believed that Casper passing messages from Feedback's mother to her would have been helpful for the healing process, but he doubted his friend would do that.

"I listen to you sometimes, but you're always blathering on and on and on about how much you wanna sleep with my baby brother," Casper pointed out to Ben.

"...I do not go on and on about it! I mentioned it one time! Just once! In confidence!"

"Not like anyone else can hear you," Casper countered. "And no one listens to me, so I doubt they're hearing this side of the conversation either."

"...Whatever, Cassie."

Casper was about to reply to Ben, when James came over like an angel with coffee. He couldn't help but grin slightly as he took the cup and sipped at the mostly watery liquid - the Underground could barely afford anything, so their coffee tended to reflect their financial status. "Oh, I could kill for a piña colada right now..." he whispered cheekily. "But this is close enough." He was feeling fine, especially since talking to people distracted him from the ghosts hovering over by Max and Feedback.

Meanwhile, Veil was a bit surprised that the newer members were being relatively quiet. They tended to be a loud and outspoken bunch, but perhaps the gravity of their situation had begun to sink in. Feedback looked like she was on the verge of a breakdown and Veil made a mental note to talk to her about it privately later - she doubted the young woman wanted to talk about it in front of everyone else in the meeting and sadly, they also just didn't have time.

"I'm taking volunteers to go on the run to the bar. Other ways to help out today would be working with Blink on scouting a new location, helping Sapphire if she needs it with getting medical supplies, going with Sunspot and Cannonball to get the kids to Rhode Island..."

"Actually, sorry y'all - the car is going to be super full with all of the kids. It'll have to just be me and Sunspot," Cannonball admitted sheepishly.

"Yeah, you guys are fucking missing out," Sunspot agreed with a smirk. The two of them exited the meeting area and went about getting the kids outside and into the car for the long haul. They were leaving, so they didn't need to stick around to see how everyone divided up at the meeting.

Colossus already knew exactly what he was going to do. "I will help Sapphire with medicine," he announced. He wanted to help his baby sister and if Sapphire determined they needed things not at the Underground, he was going to make sure that Illyana got them.

"...Negasonic, want to come scout with me?" Blink then asked tentatively.

"Ugh, fine," Negasonic replied, rolling her eyes. Blink opened up a portal and the two of them hopped on through, before the portal closed.

"I'm going to the bar," Sunshine chimed in. She wanted to kick ass and get revenge - that mission seemed to be the best way to go on about it. Erg was dead because of these Hellfire Club people, so she wanted to make them suffer and then, once they begged for mercy, she was going to end their miserable lives. As far as she was concerned, they had killed her only real chance at a family. It wasn't like her biological father was going to turn up after years of never being there and take her in - and her mother had kicked her out of the house when she was just a little kid. She was all alone and it was all their fault.

"Count me in too," Havok said.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: the Baxter Building - New York
Skills: Telepathy

Guin's eyes were red and puffy from her mental breakdown the previous night. She still felt lost and confused, uncertain of what the purpose in her life was and what role she was meant to play in all of this. Despite not eating much the day before, she didn't have the urge to eat the breakfast set out for them, but she did smile slightly seeing the clothing they provided. She had changed into plain t-shirt, sweatpants, and a hoodie. Unlike the wardrobe she had at the Palace, Guin felt comfy and even a little bit happy in these clothes.

She was leaning up against the wall, uncharacteristically quiet as Reed talked to his wife about the machine. A bit of jealousy and anger blossomed in her heart - she was still mad that he hadn't let her work on the machine with him. But she held her tongue, knowing that she couldn't let her pride get in the way of this. There was something missing inside of her, something that was gnawing at her more and more every waking moment, as if the person she was in that other world was kicking and screaming, demanding to be released. Guin had to remember or she feared she would lose her mind. "You can test it on me," she volunteered, her voice a bit hoarse. Pietro, Carolina's wife, Oshea, Flynn, and herself were just about the only ones who didn't remember the real world.

If you don't wanna remember, you should step out - I get it if you don't but... I think I need to remember, she whispered to Pietro telepathically.

"A machine to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses?" October piped up, looking at Reed with curiosity. "That sounds divine."
Dominika Novikova and Runa Blake
Location: Outside the Baxter Building - New York
Skills: N/A
Novikova rolled her eyes at Sapphire. "He probably cared more about the equipment he could get rather than which floor in the building he's on," she pointed out. She was a nuclear physicist by training and had gone through not just a PhD program, but S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Sci-Tech Academy. Novikova had been in her fair share of labs over the years - even working for Dr. Pym and learning from him about the legendary Pym Particles. "Then again, at least if he's high up he has an easy out if his research doesn't work out," she joked morbidly. There definitely had been moments in her scientific career when jumping out of a window seemed like the best option.

She walked forward after Lance, a pair of shades obscuring her eyes. As they went inside, everything was dimmer because of them, yet she didn't want to take them off. If she took them off, she would end up paralyzed each time she looked at a person and started to see the dimensional energy tangled up in their life force. Even in this world, the uncontrollability of her vision was permanent and could not be altered no matter how much training and experience she had. Some gifts couldn't be deactivated biologically - like Cyclops' eye beams. They were always active whether it was a convenient time or not. "I'm thinking it'll be easiest if I just restore their memories without giving them a choice, it saves time since we won't have to convince them that the world is different," she suggested.

Runa had relaxed since Strange remained behind at the Human Resistance Headquarters - and having time to sleep and eat a real meal had done wonders for her mood. There really was some sort of magical curative power behind a Snickers bar. She caught up to Lance and hesitated for a moment, before reaching out and entwining her fingers with his. Maybe this dream was going to end, but she had realized the previous evening that until it was over, she just needed to enjoy it as much as she could. She needed to stop focusing on the bad and allow herself to have some good in her life.

"I love you," Runa whispered in Lance's ear. She needed to tell him that just one more time before everything changed. Her eyes then drifted around the lobby, trying to figure out how exactly they were going to get access to the laboratory of the smartest man on Midgard. Runa doubted he was smarter than the All-Father of course, but her grandfather had sacrificed one of his eyes for wisdom. She didn't know of any Midgardian who had gone to such lengths yet. Yet she also doubted that Reed Richards would be the smartest man on Midgard for long - she knew that Lance had great potential and that his mind was brilliant, but he was young. He would grow and flourish as Richards would wane and fade.
Casper Theriot
Location: the LeBeau Casino - New Orleans
Skills: Mediumship
Casper had a piña colada in his hand, sipping his tropical drink through a pink curly straw - the same shade as the miniature umbrella the bartender had included in the beverage. That was definitely one of the perks of essentially living in a casino as compared to the usual housing provided by the Mutant Underground. Of course, it never surprised him how horrible conditions were for them - his father, after all, was the one in charge and he never cared about the needs of other people. He blinked a bit as he sucked up some liquid from the bottom that tasted more like pure alcohol and he shuddered. "Damn, they know how to make drinks here!" Casper exclaimed. "It's just like Vegas, isn't it Jackie?"

The roar of the people and the music in the Casino was a nice touch as well - it allowed them to have a relatively private conversation, even accounting for Casper's naturally loud voice.

"I say you guys find a volcano and drop it down it," Ben suggested with a smirk.

"Ben says we throw it in Mordor - do they have Lord of the Rings in this universe?" Casper then mused, seemingly more interested in learning about film franchises than infinity stones at the moment. Maybe he was just a bit daft or maybe he was mentally preparing himself for having to live out the rest of his days in this brave new world. His father was dead here so it certainly had that going for it.

"Probably?" Ben guessed with a shrug. "Though you guys might want to come up with a better idea than mine... I kinda doubt you have easy access to a volcano."

"Okay, okay Ben, good point... What if we got a lot of explosives and blew it up? Then no one can have it and we don't have to worry about someone getting their hands on it that isn't worthy... Do you think we could enchant it like Thor's hammer? American Horror Story says there's tons of witches in New Orleans, maybe one of them would help?"
In The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
John Watts
Location: Serval Industries - Gardner's Office -> Training Area
Skills: Superhuman Speed
Watts didn't give any visible indication of a reaction to Andrew. He knew that he was a hallucination constructed by his own mind and he didn't need to evaluate his subconscious telling him that he was an idiot. He could tangle that psychological issue another time when he had a moment to contemplate it properly - and perhaps he would have to study some books on issues of the mind. That might help. Of course even if his hallucination was correct and it was constructed by Regan, then there was no point in examining the source of the issue further - thus it was decided. He would worry about the hallucination later.

The sound of footsteps outside the door and the turning of the knob was a far greater issue.

He didn't make a sound to indicate to Evelyn what he was doing when he scooped her up and ran faster than the eye could see out of the office, phasing through the door in order to prevent needing to open it himself. Streaks of red lightning accumulated behind him as he emerged into the training room and began running in circles to slow himself down in time. Depositing Evelyn on the ground, Watts stared at the four gathered there. Psylocke, Gambit, and Rogue didn't seem to be here. Was it worth going after them? Or was this smaller team enough? "Andrew is alive and being held at a facility nearby. We're leaving now. Either suit up or stay out of the way."
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Jasonhero
The Hub - San Fransisco: March 5th, 1984 - 10:20 A.M.

While Niah seemed to really need to take a bathroom break (perhaps she was feeling sick from all of the dimension hopping), Roman was strangely quiet and the Sorcerer Supreme couldn't help but notice that. "Cat got your tongue?" Strange asked him with a slight smirk. Sure, he was a defender of the multiverse now but that didn't mean he wasn't an asshole from NYC anymore. He had been performing surgery in the midst of the Incident in New York - nothing in the world could deter him from doing what he wanted to do. It was odd to him that so many things seemed to keep Roman from acting - was he paralyzed by indecision?

"I'm impressed you still haven't realized that Goose isn't a cat - he's an alien," Raynor informed Flynn matter of factly. "One of the deadliest ones in the galaxy in fact. The Kree have been known to run in terror at the sight of just one flerken." Raynor didn't blame them. Aside from the Hulk, the little cat in front of them was the worst creature that lived on planet Earth. His own reality hadn't had any infest Earth thankfully, but a few of them had taken over Asgard for about a thousand years back when his grandfather, Odin, was young. It had taken the might of the Valkyries to repel the feline threat.

A young man came dashing down the hallway with two working eyeballs. "Goose!!!!!" Nick Fury shouted, about to scoop up the little red kitten only for Goose's tiny tentacles to come out and warn his owner not to approach. Nick Fury skidded to a halt, a bit out of breath. "Goose, you can't eat people - we've been over this after last time, remember?" Fury scolded.

"Mrow?" Goose went innocently, tickling Flynn's knees with his tentacles and purring slightly.

"No! Bad cat!" Fury scolded. "Sorry, I had a meeting run late and he hasn't been fed yet..." he apologized, still looking sternly at the cat.

"Oh, no worries..." Susan replied awkwardly, not really sure what to do.

Meanwhile up at Pym's lab, changes to the timeline were more apparent here than anywhere else. Dr. Pym's face visibly went through the emotions he was feeling: disbelief, annoyance, questioning, worry, dismissal, and finally... "Who do you work for - the Russians? Or did Stark put you up to this to get into my head?" Pym asked, his eyes narrowed. "I don't know how you know about Project Ultron, but I have to give it to you, you've got one hell of a story - if time travel wasn't impossible, I'd even believe you."

"But you made a big mistake - you brought my family into this."
Stark Tower - New York: July 15th, 2021 - 10:40 P.M.

"I made you into a goddess, Virginia," Ultron answered Cass with a chiding tone. "I took your mortal form and boiled it down to the only thing worth while - and preserved that in a suit of armor. Isn't that what humanity idolizes - men in armor? I took evolution one stage farther - I combined humanity and machine to allow you to ascend." The android was positively smirking as he continued to block and parry the Hulk's blows, only just showing the slightest sign of strain. Theoretically, the Hulk became more and more powerful the angrier he became - but did he have enough anger in him to match Ultron?

"My children - capture them all alive. It's time we make more gods," Ultron commanded. The ceiling began to glow before about twenty five ultron bots descended like spiders. Ultron laughed manically, certain that these heroes were going to become just new cogs in his grand army soon enough. He had allowed them to live as humans long enough and he had grown tired of this game. They either had to become a part of him or they had to die.

"And Virginia? Awaken." Cass' vision would then begin to blur, before it was like she was looking through an Iron Man suit. Digital readouts covered her vision, she would instantly know the distance between her and every other player in the room, and a command would appear in front of her eyes: CAPTURE THE HEROES. The paralysis in her legs would vanish and an indicator on her screen would say what percent capability she was at: 69%.

"Another army..." Wanda muttered under her breath. She let out a feral scream and began to manipulate the probabilities the best that she could, rapidly increasing the density of about half of the bots. They plummeted to the ground and exploded on impact. Meanwhile, the Hulk was doing his best to wrestle Ultron, thick green blood dripping from all over his body.

Was this their destiny?
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 -> Plains between River & Cave / DTTS Fade Between -> DTB Fade Between
Skills: Deduction (Investigative), History (Crypt Family) / History (Occult) / Locate (Emendator)
Soulless Fade Between -> Plains between River & Cave:

She disagreed with Vlad's analysis that they were the ones to be sought Elsewhere. If that was the case, her father would not have implored Virginia to go seek life elsewhere - the Crypt family was odd and certainly some of them were mad, but her father had not yet qualified for a stay at a psychiatric facility. No, that was her mother's area of expertise, the abnormalities of the mind. She felt in her soul that her father had instructed her to come here to find something - perhaps him, perhaps someone else. Of course, the thought of trying to leave this strange and wonderful place as soon as they arrived was abhorrent to her. When else would they get an opportunity for an adventure such as this?

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fraser," Virginia greeted. She was odd yet not impolite. And had the Great Bazhooli not just introduced her, she would have done her own introduction. Her mind was occupied with a deductive investigation of their surroundings. She drifted over to the walls of the decrepit church and gently ran her hands across the stone, feeling the etching of the Belladonna symbol. The Crypt smiled to herself. As divine as the unknown was, her heart fluttered when pieces of a puzzle began to fall into place. She was about to announce her find to her companions when suddenly, she was spirited away.

~Snapping~

Virginia blinked rapidly as she tried to become accustomed to her newfound surroundings. There were four others present, only one of whom she recognized. The girl with a shock of white hair, while dressed strangely, looked like a long lost Crypt cousin. But the one soul who she knew caused her breath to stop for a moment as she quickly realized that something extraordinary had happened. Ludwig, the brilliant man she had met at the Circus, was here in front of her.

"Oh, sweet Ludwig... Deprived as you are of the mortal coil, I am so glad to see you," she told him sweetly. She spotted the tiger by his side - was that not the Grand Duchess' companion? "I am afraid I am not dead - or perhaps only partially dead..." she mused. Her heart was still beating and she drew breath - what did the dead need of air or blood? "You must tell me of these Whisglemangers - they sound absolutely divine."

She then turned her attention to the others present here - they seemed to know each other. "I am Lady Virginia Crypt - it is delightful to meet you all," she said, giving a brief introduction of herself.
PE Fade Between -> Plains between River & Cave:

Andromeda's mind just couldn't let it go. The world was imploding around them (or had been? It was rather confusing to keep up with) and they had met someone who could be the future Eve. She didn't care if that Eve was from thousands of years into the future or just a few weeks, wasn't the knowledge of how the Dice had become Justice relevant to their current situation? Their entire existence was a paradox, a demonstration in how the linear progression of time did not matter. She didn't see why Gio and Gil could just move on and write Justice off as the future's problem, when from what Andromeda could understand, their problems defied time - problems of the future were the problems of the present and the problems of the past were the problems of the future.

Maybe it was the distracting landscape or her mind's stubborn inability to refuse to stop thinking about the Dice being Justice, but Andromeda wasn't able to figure out much of anything. Their surroundings were objectively horrible to look at and she couldn't even put together another question or another thought before suddenly, her entire world shifted again and she was somewhere else entirely.

~Snapping~

Andromeda was instantly confronted by a man asking her if she rode on Gilbert's back. Her eyes narrowed instantly, assuming that he meant some sort of sexual innuendo by it. However, the more the man talked, the clearer it became that he was just mad. He had a tiger with him and Andromeda had to wonder if the man was supposed to be taking care of the giant cat or if it was the other way around. "Of course you're not mad," Andromeda agreed with him, finding it better to just let the insane stay in their only little world rather than try to snap them out of it. "You do seem really happy, too."

And then, he seemed to be distracted by an extremely pale woman who looked like the specter of a Victorian era woman who would haunt the halls of an old and infamous manor. She heard Gilbert's soft commentary that Nancy was nearby and Andromeda wasn't certain whether to be relieved or not. The chaotic Emendator was certainly a welcome addition, but with all of the Emendators (minus Evelina) here... It only brought more credence to the idea that this was the end of the world - maybe even the end of all worlds.

Faith was here - that was confusing to say the least. "Faith... is Eve here?" she asked, only for the Victorian ghost woman to introduce herself. The last name caught her attention. Back when she first became a Paradox, she had been told she could pass for a Crypt. "Erm, I'm Andromeda... Aldrich," she said, glancing at the woman and the madman.
DTTS Fade Between -> DTB Fade Between:

Nancy's hands rapidly numbed as the Baron taunted Josephine, but his eyes had flickered over towards her. She couldn't help but wonder if he knew about how she had come to consciousness - the violent and horrific circumstances that had scarred her mentally and physically. Her innate abilities were telling her that the Baron was something akin to an Emendator, but incredibly different as well. Just using her senses to determine what he was stung and burned. And with her discomfort spiking, her enjoyment of conversing with someone like her was rapidly waning. If he did one more thing to the poor girl in his grip...

She didn't actually know what she would do.
~Snapping~

Nancy found herself standing in a drastically different scenery - there was no Baron here, but there was a Paradox she recognized and some rather sharp cliffs. As much as she had been severely annoyed with the Paradoxes and had been quite happy to go off to Egypt, seeing a friendly female face at the moment was a blessing. Nancy slowly closed and opened her fists, trying to slowly work feeling back into her hands. "Sophia - good," she said with a smile. "They're going to have questions, do your best to fend them off, I'm going to do a quick reading, maybe we'll get lucky and we can figure something out, yeah?" Maybe the Cards would work down here - maybe they wouldn't. She wouldn't know until she tried and so Nancy sat down cross legged and pulled out her well loved pack of tarot cards.

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 - 11:20 PM
The Private Courtyard - the Palace, the Castle...

Okay, I'm going to authorize you guys to succeed on a Transport to the Ramblings as it isn't any fun if you're just stuck in the courtyard at the Palace forever. Myth can sing and use her Bardic Magyk to enhance Mona's teleport. You guys will end up in the middle of Sylvi and Antonije's place.

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

The wrinkles in Rowland's face became more accentuated, as if each minute they dwelled on this horrible decision was taking years off of his life. Remaining in the Darke floor for too long was never a smart move on its own - the older apprentices liked to scare the new ones with stories about wizards who had gone mad after being trapped on the nineteenth floor by a rival. "Are you willing to risk the fate of the world for some long forgotten passion - for a woman you cared for yet could not love?" he asked Cuyler simply. "The life of one person cannot stand in the way of the lives of the world - of every little babe in the Ramblings learning to crawl, of the innocent schoolchildren in the Eastern SnowPlains learning their letters to the fierce young warriors in the Big Wild Land taking up the bow... The mantle of the ExtraOrdinary Wizard has always been heavy, as we do not just answer to the Castle, but we serve humanity itself and must ensure its survival."

He paused for a moment, letting his words linger in the air. "I am sorry, my boy, but I cannot make that bargain."
Myrus Silvers
Location: the Crypt -> the Vault - the Palace
Skills: N/A
Myrus gave Luna a slight smile, the best he could muster under the circumstances. He appreciated that she wanted to be there for him, he really did. He wanted nothing more than to hide under the bed in her room just like when they were small and cry to his big sister about all of his problems, until they felt so distant and small he wouldn't remember what he had been so upset about in the first place - but they weren't kids anymore. The luxury of having a childhood had been robbed from them when Nera Hawthorn killed their mother, the last person standing between them and the pressures of the throne.

"Oi, hands off!" Apollodora exclaimed. "Not really fancying ya at the moment," she smirked. Pulling herself free from Amarantha's grasp, she studied the woman briefly for a moment. It was more than obvious that her hunger was driving her mad. She headed out of the musty and dark crypt, following the others to the Palace vault. Along the way, they would pass a lone servant hurrying to the infirmary to provide medical attention to someone who had been injured during the chaos.

"Maybe, it's possible..." Myrus answered uncertainly. He couldn't rule out just about any name that was mentioned, but Fenrir didn't click into place as being the absolute correct choice. There wasn't the sense of satisfaction from finally recalling a forgotten fact. And unfortunately, the woman raised in the culture of the Land of Long Nights didn't hear Ahote's question. Apollodora would have been an excellent person to ask about those myths and legends.

It didn't take too long for the group to get to the vault, with Milo still clinging to Luna's skirt in fear. Myrus pressed his hand on the door and the Magyk sensed that he was of the Royal bloodline. Gigantic mechanisms and gears could be heard shifting, clicking into place, before the door creaked open and Myrus pulled on the handle to open it entirely. The dimly lit room had most of its contents covered in various white cloths to protect them and there were numerous trunks and boxes all around. A few portraits were on the wall of previous Castle Queens - one of them being Queen Meliscente.

"If the chains are anywhere, it'd be in here somewhere..."
Antonije Magnisky
Location: Room 847 - the Ramblings
Skills: Telepathy
Luckily for Sylvi, the ghost didn't seem to notice that she could See him. He continued to just shout abuse at Antonije, seeing him as the culprit - which made sense, given that Antonije had been the one to kill him. "YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!! I'M GONNA STRANGLE THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF YOU!!!" "Silvija... It's okay, he can't hurt you," he told her softly, figuring that the ghost had to be freaking her out. There was one benefit to the rules of ghosts - they had to remain where they died for a year and a day. As long as they moved rooms, Sylvi wouldn't have to bother with him anymore. Maybe it would be nice for them to just become nomadic, travel around so that way Sylvi wouldn't need to see the faces of her victims.

"I could keep the next one alive for you, ration him out slowly, then you won't need to see his spirit..." he suggested, though the torture of the living victim may prove even more traumatic. Her hunger was coming and going, but Sylvi's mouth would begin to ache a bit with need. Her fangs had started to descend, ready for her meal that Antonije had so lovingly provided for her. Maybe with time, she'd be able to just eat whenever she wanted to and keep the fangs at bay. Maybe. "We could go sleep in the Forest tonight," he then offered with a grin. "It'd be romantic, just you, me, and the stars... And as much blood as you could want."

And it would keep her far away from Violet, but he didn't mention that part.
Halley Banner
Location: the Pyramid Library - Wizard Tower
Skills: Chaos Magyk
"I'm not sure - and to be honest, it was a relief that he wasn't there," she muttered to Arnora. Loki's presence at family functions usually meant that he had some sort of scheme in mind. When it doubt, Loki was usually the one behind anything that went wrong. As her great uncle Thor was fond of saying, it saved time to skip the other possibilities and just blame Loki for whatever happened.

Minerva tilted her head in confusion. "So to prove that I'm not Loki, I need to not give the correct answers then?" she shook her head slightly. "And I'm from the Land of Long Nights, everyone knows what the various gods look like - from Odin's missing eye to Freya's beauty to Loki's charming looks." She then thought for a moment. "But we came here on the Aricie, we were there with Ahote, you used your ice Magyk to stop the ship from freezing, and we went to the Port Witch Coven house and got drinks as well. Does that satisfy you that I am not Loki?"

Halley kept on trying to use her powers to unmask whoever or wherever Loki was, but she was getting nowhere. To make matters even more stressful, her little brother came into the room and whispered into her ear the worst news she had ever heard in her life. Loki had stolen the Space Stone and now, Ragnarok was only three years away. For the Asgardians, three years was nothing - it was the blink of an eye. "Fuck," she cursed. She was someone who rarely swore and the vein in her forehead had become prominent. She drew her talisman, the blade Alfina, and charged at Minerva, pinning the little witch to the ground. Alfina sensed her intentions and turned from the small dagger it had been into a lengthy blade.

"Change forms now, Loki, or I'll slit your throat! We'll see what Idunn can do for you then!"

Minerva screamed. "Get off of me! You're crazy!! Help me!!"
Violet
Location: the Old Port Witch Coven Home - the Port -> ???
Skills: Sense Magyk, Perception
When Fleur checked the wall, her hand would go straight through as well. However, she will also be able to note that this isn't any sort of Magyk one of her witches would be capable of. This sort of spellwork would be beyond the capabilities of the ExtraOrdinary Wizard and the Witch Messiah combined. It is incredibly ancient and complex, almost intoxicating to the senses.... But just what is it? And why is it only appearing now? It hadn't always been there, had it?

"I think this predates either you or me," Violet murmured. Her eyes flickered around the room, checking for imaginary foes perhaps, before she walked through the wall. Violet's eyes instantly half closed into a squint from the blinding light. They were in the midst of a snowy wood, the glare of the sun against the white powder causing her surroundings to be almost unbearable to look at. Violet placed her hand against her forehead in an attempt to block out the light and get a better look at her surroundings, but she failed to notice anything that would clue her into just where in the world they had ended up.

"Spin me," she whispered, picking up a small twig from the ground and placing it on her free hand. The twig started to waiver, moving in a perfect circle as it tried to ascertain where she was in comparison to the Small Wet Country Across the Sea. But instead of coming to a conclusion, the twig burst into flames. Turning her head backwards, Violet expected to see a wall or an archway of some sort, something that would allow her to return back to where she had come from...

But there was nothing there. The only unnatural thing she could make out was a metallic structure, perhaps some sort of obelisk, about fifty paces into the woods.
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
"S'alright, not much going on today," Leda informed her half sister with a shrug. Some days at camp were busy, some of them were as boring as Hypnos. It just more or less varied depending on what sort of things were going on. And despite all of the kids of the Big Three showing up, a nuclear apocalypse or something equally frightening hadn't happened yet. She picked up her goblet and took a big gulp of Dr. Pepper, enjoying the sensation of the fizz of the soda on her tongue. Her eyes followed Tammy's gaze and Leda chuckled slightly. "Ugh, I do not envy her right now," she remarked. No one crowding around Kiera at the moment looked like her preferred sort of company.

"Hmm... I've got no plans, if you've got something in mind?" she asked her sister, before taking a bite of her lunch. She had a brief fantasy of using her speed and shoving Zeke to the ground in the blink of an eye, but it wasn't worth her effort. Besides, if she left her food unattended for even a millisecond, she was pretty certain one of her siblings would swoop in and take it. Those of them with speed had to eat a lot in order to keep up with the demands of their accelerated metabolism on their bodies. Case in point, Leda was currently on her fifth sandwich already. "Though I am rather tempted by the idea of starting a food fight..."
In The Gifted - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose
Atlanta, Georgia: September 9th, 2020 - 11:00 PM
The Mutant Underground had cells all over the country, located in just about each and every major city. So many of their leaders had been handpicked by the founders of the organization: Professor X, Erg, and Evangeline Whedon. The leadership of the Atlanta station had been selected by the only female founder. Her choice had been a bit controversial at first: Lorna Dane, better known to the world at large as Polaris, Mistress of Magnetism, daughter of Magneto. Her second in command was the legendary Thunderbird.

Polaris sat in an empty booth of Stan and Joan's Legendary Diner, not too far away from the outskirts of Atlanta. The locks on the door had been undone with her magnetic powers. She was dressed in primarily black, a leather jacket with metallic spikes that matched the cuffs she wore on her wrists. Her shocking natural green hair was complimented with a headband crafted from the very same material as Magneto's helmet, preventing telepaths from gaining access to Polaris' mind as long as she wore it.

The lights in the diner burst.

Polaris rolled her eyes slightly, seeing the menacing outline in the dark: a figure cloaked in scarlet, wearing his signature helmet. "Must you always wear that stupid cape?" Polaris asked, not even flinching as the figure stepped out of the shadows. The lights of the parking lot just barely illuminated her father's sinister face.

"You didn't call me here to criticize an old man's fashion choices, daughter." He took a seat across from her at the booth, setting his gloved hands down in front of him as he looked at her with curiosity. "Of all my children... You are the only one I am truly proud of. Whereas Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, and Plasma lack conviction, your soul is steel, forged in the fires of adversity."

"Did you come alone?" Polaris asked, ignoring his compliments. She had fallen for her father's tricks before and she was not about to repeat those mistakes. Her headband was a precaution.

"Do you mean whether or not Mastermind is here?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Is he?" Polaris pressed.

He shook his head. "No, he is not... You have nothing to fear from him, daughter. He would never dare to hurt you."

She snorted, leaning back in the booth and then shifting, propping one of her legs up on the seat so that way she was in a partially crouched position. And despite her father's assurances, her headband remained firmly on her green locks. "You mean he wouldn't dare to hurt me unless you ordered him to, Father. Or are you finally become so old even your memory has failed you?"

"Enough games," Magneto commanded. "Tell me why you asked me to come here, daughter."

"And here I thought I was your favorite..." she muttered under her breath, but her eyes never left her father's face. Even though they were family, she didn't doubt that he would not hesitate to strike her down if he thought it would be advantageous. Every conversation with her father was a game of chess. "I want you to offer me something, Father."

He raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

"A seat at the table of the Hellfire Club," she said succinctly. "And then, I am going to help you build it."

"Oh? And what is it we are supposedly building, my dear?"

Polaris sighed. "Don't play dumb - it's not a good look on you. You and I both know that the Hellfire Club purchased an island near Madagascar called Genosha."

"...How do you know about Genosha, daughter?"

Polaris smirked slightly. "You're not the only one with spies, Father."
Washington D.C.: September 10th, 2020 - 8:50 AM
It was early in the morning and almost each leader of the Inner Circle was present - all except for the Black Queen, Reeva, who had to get an even earlier start to her day and handle some pressing matters for their plans. She had taken Sage and Fade with her, leaving the Three-in-One behind to assist Ethos, Jinx, and Requiem on their mission that day. Of course, there was one person who would stand out more than post. She was wearing a sleek black outfit, primarily crafted from leather, and a green metallic headband sat on top of her vibrant green locks.

"Erik - fancy seeing you around here," Shaw smirked, making himself a whiskey at the bar. The servants had managed to clean up and repair all of the damage overnight, leaving no indication as to the brawl that had happened before. "And my oh my, just who is this little princess with you?"

Magneto glared at Shaw slightly. "This is my daughter, Sebastian," he warned.

"Oh, Lorna - what a divine pleasure it is to finally meet you. Your father has told us so much about you," Emma said, smiling like the Cheshire Cat at the young mutant.

"Right," Polaris said simply, her arms crossed defensively. "I'll have to ask - what exactly did he tell you about me?"

"Only good things, darling," Emma replied with a wink, a yogurt parfait in a crystal cup floating in the air in front of her as she ate her breakfast. The Three-in-One were behind their genetic template, smiling in unison at Polaris. The plan was that once Requiem, Ethos, and Jinx had gotten up for the day and eaten breakfast, they would discuss the strategy and head off on the mission. Emma would be coming along with them to coordinate things from the jet.

"Don't look so shocked, daughter," Magneto mused. "With Quicksilver off playing X-Man, Plasma in S.H.I.E.L.D. custody, and the Scarlet Witch focusing more on her brother than the state of mutant affairs, you have to do very little to elicit praise from me."

"Gee, thanks," Polaris muttered, rolling her eyes.
In the middle of the night, Sunspot and Cannonball finally returned to find the Mutant Underground station in a state of ruin and decay. They already had been on the road so long that they agreed to spend the night to rest up and then evacuate the children to the nearest Underground cell in the morning. It would give the adults time to relocate and tackle the problem of Sebastian Shaw and the Hounds. Sapphire's medical treatment had restored Veil largely, assisted by Veil's natural durability. It was difficult to understand, but her ability to manipulate invisible energy seemed to make the healing process go down a little easier - that or Sapphire was just a medical genius.

It was just a little before nine in the morning when Veil had called everyone for a meeting - and to eat breakfast. Their food was not nearly as decadent as the Dairy Queen Sapphire's friend had purchased for them, with their options largely consisting of watered down coffee, water, and extremely bruised apples. "Alright, we have a lot to discuss this morning and I have assignments for everyone," Veil began, her chest bandaged and she was leaning up against a column for some support. Her eyes flickered over towards Max. "Sunspot, Cannonball, I'd like for you two to fill everyone in on the details of your mission."

"Ran into assholes, dealt with assholes, that's pretty much it," Sunspot muttered, clearly on edge as his clothing was smoking constantly.

"Yeah, that's pretty much everything we really have to tell y'all," Cannonball agreed, a bit of a drawl coloring his words. "We's gonna take the kids to the Providence cell after this. They've got space to handle them."

Veil nodded, a bit relieved that they didn't have anything worse to share with her. Something heavy was weighing on her mind, but she knew that it would be better to leave it for last. Everyone was going to have questions and she needed to get everything covered before people were too distracted to think - Havok in particular. "Colossus - updates on Magik and Vulcan, please," Veil then asked, going straight to the next business matter.

Colossus was without his sister at the moment, the first time they had really been apart for hours. "Illyana is resting. She has shivers, fever... Vulcan is unconscious. No sign of anyone coming for them."

"Good, I'd like to keep it that way. Sapphire, after this, I want you to go check on Magik - it sounds like withdrawal symptoms to me but you're the one with a medical degree, so take point there. Whatever we need to steal to help her, let's get it. You've got my permission to organize a run if needed to raid a hospital, just be careful." She didn't think that James would be able to do much for Colossus' sister. Withdrawal did have physical symptoms, but a lot of it was psychological. He had seemed pretty worn out from the night before and he was an unknown variable as well. Sapphire was someone she could trust and count on. "Blink - I'd like for you to go scout for a new location for us to relocate to. I know you used to be part of the Atlanta Station, so you know what we're looking for. Take someone with you if you can."

Blink was a bit surprised that Veil just... gave her a task like that, but she nodded. "Got it, Boss Lady," she said. Veil reminded her so much of Polaris. She just hoped that Veil hadn't somehow gotten in touch with Thunderbird, that break up had been painful enough as it was. She didn't really want to revisit that.

There was still more information that needed to be discussed. Sunshine was uncharacteristically paying attention, even as she took bites out of her apple. She didn't care at all that it was bruised almost beyond recognition. It was food and she knew how unreliable food supplies could be. When there was food, she needed to eat as much as she could - who knew when she'd get to eat again, after all? "Negasonic Teenage Warhead got a tip on where the Hounds are being made," Veil explained. "Please go and fill everyone else in."

Negasonic nodded, looking up from her phone. She had been reblogging things about her OTP on Tumblr. "It's this dive bar called the Cherry Bomb. My girlfriend was working a missing's persons case, ended up discovering that her client was last seen there... It's owned by a subsidiary of Shaw Industries, which totally is just a coincidence that a missing mutant was in a sleazy bar this guy owns..." she finished, getting a little bit sarcastic. No one had mentioned yet Max's murder of the police officers from the previous night.

"I'm taking a team after this meeting to go and investigate the basement - if we find anyone, we free them and hopefully get one step closer to taking this asshole down. After last night, they know we're onto them, so we need to move fast," Veil added. Her eyes then flickered over to Havok. She couldn't avoid mentioning this much longer.

"Last night..." she paused, now looking at Max. "There was an incident in which one of our own killed some human police officers. I'm not going to lie. It's bad. There isn't anything we can do to change what happened and while I know that mutants will survive this, it's entirely likely that not everyone in this room will be alive at the end of the year because of it," she told them frankly. "If anyone wants to get out of Washington D.C., we can send you up north - Canada's got looser laws when it comes to mutants and the attitudes are better there."

"Additionally, the Atlanta station called me half an hour ago - Polaris is in the wind. They're looking for new leadership, so if anyone here wants to take charge in this fight, let me know and I can tell them you're interested in the position."

"WHAT?!" Havok snapped, his eyes wide as he looked at Veil accusingly. "Lorna is missing and you're just telling me NOW?! What the hell, Valery?!"

Sunshine frowned slightly, looking up from her food at Havok. She didn't really know him and she had no idea why he was so freaked out about another Mutant Underground leader running off. Maybe this Polaris was important to him or something - she didn't know, she'd never heard of a mutant named Polaris. She took a sip of her depressing coffee, not really liking the taste but she never cared about whether or not she liked the taste of something she had put in her mouth. "Dude, calm down, she just told you..." Sunshine pointed out, butting into the conversation.

Veil was appreciative of the kid's comments. "Havok, you're free to run after her if you want to - but we both know Polaris. She isn't fond of being tied down or followed."

"This is bullshit!" Havok exclaimed.

Casper was sitting as far away from Max as was humanly possible. Every time he glanced over at him, he could see the ghosts of the police officers he had killed. One of the ghosts was the mother of Feedback, Waverley Watts. He was doing his very best not to look at them, not to respond to them, that way hopefully they wouldn't realize Casper could communicate with them and start demanding that he pass on their angry messages to the living.

"You should tell her, Cassie... She's her daughter, it might help her to get some closure," Ben whispered in Casper's ear.

Casper just shook his head. "It'll just cause her more pain, Ben..." he whispered back.
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
On some level, Guin had a bit of a smug sense of satisfaction that what they had asked her to do earlier was scientifically impossible. It didn't help their situation in any way whatsoever, but she adored being right - it was practically encoded into her DNA. She was about to say I told you so when Richards then added that there was something he could do for them, so she kept her mouth shut instead. She didn't want to be proven wrong in front of the world's smartest man alive. "Wait - the Hulk?" Guin asked, raising an eyebrow. "... Huh, he was there earlier at the Palace, wasn't he? I always thought he was a hoax - a science experiment gone wrong they tell humans about to keep them from trying to enhance themselves." She then shrugged a bit, remembering something else from the stories - the Hulk couldn't be killed.

Richards then proposed a device that would bring out the memories of those who didn't remember the world. "...Do you think you could build it to be an amplified signal that we could bounce off some satellites and send worldwide? That's one way to go about fixing things - if everyone remembers, then maybe we'll have a fighting chance. And even if we can't change reality back, at least everyone would know how things should be and we could try to reestablish a better system so.... Yay for treason."

She crossed her arms, fluttering her fingers lightly against her elbows. Sure, she had stayed up all night working on looking through different spectral scans, but that was her nature. She wasn't about to just get some sleep when she could assist Richards with building the machine. Pietro seemed to have gone back to ignoring her anyways. She had reached out to him and tried - he hadn't. There wasn't much she could do if he wasn't willing to meet her halfway. So whatever then - this was going to be fun at least. "I'd like to help you build the machine, if you don't mind."
Dominika Novikova and Runa Blake
Location: The Human Resistance HQ - New York
Skills: N/A
"Or if we go after a stone, we could just see if the Sorcerer Supreme already has a vessel on hand," Novikova pointed out. She wouldn't have been all too surprised if Stephen Strange already had something with him that could allow an individual to safely wield an infinity stone. It would also eliminate the need for trial and error - and Novikova doubted anyone here would want to be the guinea pig to see if their design really was able to protect a user from one of the stones. She was starting to get a bit annoyed with Klara as well. From what Novikova understood, her grand idea was to just smack Wanda around or to ask her nicely to change things back.

"Kid, we get it - these things are dangerous. But you don't bring a slingshot and expect to be able to take a tank down with it. An infinity stone could be just what we need to take her down," Novikova told Klara bluntly. "And if we fail, we're all willing to pay the price. We paid it before with Ultron from what Niah's told us." She doubted it would stop Klara from continuing to insist that they shouldn't pursue the stones, but she seemed to be in a minority. And as Strange announced that one of the possible outcomes was the extinction of the mutant race, Novikova only was filled with more determination to use whatever power she could to take down Wanda Maximoff and the House of M.

Runa just nodded slightly at Lance. She was fine - she just didn't want to interact with the Sorcerer Supreme. Yes, her powers in this reality were all based on Eldritch Magic and she didn't doubt that he could teach her extraordinary things... but she was worried what he would do if he knew who she really was. Unlike Asgardians like Thor and Klara, she wasn't always labeled as a friendly. The nature of her powers and her quiet demeanor tended to make people assume that she was destined for evil, incapable of doing anything that would not harm another. It was cruel but it was just the way things were - so why would Strange see her any differently?

"I'm going to go lie down - I'm tired," she then said quietly, before Runa left the room and looked for a corner she could curl up in. She didn't want to lie down anywhere too exposed. Corners were often casted in shadow and people rarely went over to them unless they wanted to avoid someone. Once she found one, she leaned against the wall and sank down to the ground, her eyes feeling incredibly heavy. It wasn't too late in the day but she was still on Australia's timezone mentally, making it challenging to stay awake... and a lot had happened. It was emotionally exhausting, if not completely draining.
Casper Theriot
Location: the Hallway -> Outside - Baton Rouge
Skills: Mediumship
Casper's baby brother had been shot, so he wasn't entirely focused on coming up with some sort of witty reason for why tripping on purpose was a strategic move. He managed to move through the building without tripping over himself this time, and his heart skipped a beat as Jack collapsed to the ground. He did not want to have to explain to his sorta-maybe-not-kidnapped child that her father/kidnapper/whoever had died on the mission. He also didn't want to have his brother eternally haunt him as a ghost. "Jackie!" he exclaimed. His hands were glowing blue again and Ben managed to pick up Jack with his tentacles as gently as he could.

"Come on, move it!" Ben shouted and everyone would be able to hear him.

"What he said!" Casper then added, hoping that Ben's grip was at least stopping the bleeding for Jack. He didn't know how long it would take for them to get to a hospital, but back in the real world (coincidentally the only one he remembered), it was incredibly difficult to get medical treatment for mutants. A lot of hospitals would just refuse to see them. He imagined that things would be only worse here in Baton Rouge - they weren't exactly in a center of liberal thinking and pro-mutant feelings, or were they? There was so much about this world that he just didn't know.
In The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
John Watts
Location: Serval Industries - Gardner's Office
Skills: N/A
The universe knew that Watts was the smartest person alive and graced him with information. He couldn't help but show off to Evelyn, spouting off information about the various individuals she listed. "Oh, they're nobody too important..." he prefaced with a slight smirk. "Yuriko goes by Lady Deathstrike. She's a known adversary of the X-Man Wolverine with the ability to interface with machines and produce adamantium claws. Martinique is the daughter of Jason Wyngarde - he's known as Mastermind and has allied himself closely with the mutant terrorist Magneto. Martinique uses the same codename as her father - it's ridiculous if you ask me. People shouldn't be allowed to double up unless one of them is dead."

He then shook his head slightly. Luckily, he would never have that issue - his children had no powers and he was going to ensure that they stayed that way. He knew the risks of the speed serum pumping through his veins, especially the long term impact, and he didn't want that for Leda or Stephen. "To add to the idiocy, Martinique's sister uses the name Lady Mastermind - her name is Regan. The entire little family has essentially the same power set." The Andrew hallucination continued to be quite persistent - but could Watts blame him? He was based on his own brainwaves and he demanded nothing less than perfection from himself. His eyes flickered over to Evelyn as he considered what she said. It would take more than just the two of them to infiltrate this facility and the hallucination wasn't wrong - they would most likely be ripped to shreds.

He didn't want that for Belladonna or Evelyn, but for the others...? Cannon fodder existed for a reason. "You're right," he told her quickly. "Let's go get the others - we'll need them as a distraction."
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