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The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose

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Washington D.C.: September 10th, 2020 - 9:10 AM

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There was a hint of amusement in Emma's face, ruining her otherwise cool and collected façade. "Now that is an interesting theory, darling," she mused, not making any proclamations that he was crazy or that it was entirely false. There was a reason why she had inserted Anastasia into the investigative process and it was not for the ones that Requiem and Jinx had suspected. "Oh petal, you could do far better than playing Adler to his Sherlock - stand on your own merit," she advised her protégée. She would hate to see Anastasia define herself in relation to the men in her life.

Shaw laughed slightly, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs at Anastasia's accusation. He ordinarily expected Emma and her girls to protect him from telepathic attacks - a costly error. "Why yes, of course I stole it!" he exclaimed, seemingly unaware of how he was implicating himself. "Things were getting far too chummy around here and what better way to divide the ranks and incite a civil war than to accuse them of thievery? I've been wanting new leadership in the Inner Circle anyways."

Magneto's eyes narrowed. "And just who did you have in mind, Sebastian?"

"Don't worry, I wasn't going to promote either Requiem or Jinx - they're just tools," Shaw shrugged. "There's a delightful woman named Selene that I had in mind however... I suppose I'll just leave you all to it then? Kill each other. Whoever is still alive can stay - and the rest of you, well, I suppose you'll go burn in hell."

Polaris crossed her arms. She figured that someone in the room had messed with Shaw's mind, as he didn't seem like the type to be this idiotic and bold. He was the leader of the Hellfire Club after all - he had to have at least two brain cells. Of course, watching all of this unfold felt like seeing Downtown Abbey live - she half expected the Dowager to come into the room at any moment with her cane and reveal something else equally horrible. "Jesus," she commented, shaking her head.

Emma hardly seemed surprised at Shaw's confession. She stared at him with an expression of pure ice. "Now what are we to do with you?"

"He's Caesar. We do what must be done," Magneto warned, raising his gloved hands and the knives he kept concealed on his person rose into the air.

"It's time to choose a side, boys," the Three-in-One said in unison, looking over at Jinx and Requiem. They already knew that Anastasia was - or at least had been - siding with Emma and the others. Magneto had chosen Emma's side and his daughter, Polaris, most likely would follow her father in these affairs. Reeva was gone with Fade and Sage, but the Three-in-One already knew of Reeva and Emma's alliance - the very thing Shaw had hoped to destroy with this little game of his.

Shaw couldn't help but laugh again. "You really think I can be killed? Der kleine Erik Lensherr... Ich war da, als du gemacht wurdest, und ich werde eines Tages da sein, um dich zu befreien."

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"Gee, thanks," Veil rolled her eyes slightly at Spark Plug. She had known her for a while, one of the reasons why she was comfortable with Spark Plug's teasing. There were somethings that friends could say to each other that if a stranger were to remark, it would be the start of a lifetime grudge. Along those lines, Havok looked a little bit weirded out as Sapphire called him Alex, but then he realized the point she was making and he shrugged it off, not wanting to hurt his pride by continuing an argument he would surely lose.

"You got a gift with words, Sapphire," he said with a smirk however.

Casper felt a slight inclination to go with Elsa's long lost daughter and get the medicine needed for the poor girl going through withdrawal. He knew from experience how horrible and cruel a process that was, the things that detoxing did to the psyche and the inevitable wreckage that followed. Of course, he never stayed sober very long. Casper only stopped abusing substances when he had no possible way of obtaining them - essentially, just when he was in rehab. "I can go with you, Frosty," Casper piped up. "I know all about detoxing, too."

Sunshine rolled her eyes slightly, seeing that the Sad Panda had decided to go to the bar. She hadn't known him very long, but he seemed to have this insane idea in his head that she needed someone to look out for her. She had been willing to let Erg step into that guardianship role, but then Nazis or the Purifiers or someone killed him. All she wanted was to avenge Erg, she didn't care about having a father figure or someone to look out for her wellbeing. Blink had already left with Negasonic through the portal, meaning that Cayden was sadly just a bit too slow to join up with them.

"Alright," Veil thought for a moment. "I'd like you to go to the bar with us, Glimpse." She had two reasons - the first was that she doubted Sapphire wanted to take Glimpse with her and the second was that she would rather keep those that could not yet be trusted fully near her than with the others in the Underground. If she was wrong about Glimpse, she didn't want her family to pay the price for it. "Moonwalker, go with Sapphire on the medical run."

"Feedback... If you need to stay behind, that's up to you. If not, I think you could help Sapphire out as well - monitor the waves and make sure no Purifiers or cops come their way. James, go with Sapphire as well if she needs you. Max, I appreciate you trying to self correct but I'd like you on the bar run."

Casper meanwhile bit his lip as James asked him to stay at the Mutant Underground. He sighed slightly, trying his best not to stare at the ghosts still hovering angrily around Max, but he figured there was only so long he could avoid sharing this information. "Look, I can't join this place... because my dad is the one who runs it - Charles Xavier, mutant geneticist and abusive dick extraordinaire." He was hardly quiet with his words and everyone in the room would be able to hear that juicy tidbit of information. Professor X's son was there with them. Of course, very few people knew that Charles Xavier had children - and the most famous one was Legion.

Even Colossus looked surprised. "Your father is Professor X, da?" he asked.

"Yuuuup," Casper sighed. "Trust me, he's a horrible father - I guess after loving all the mutants of the world, he didn't have any feelings left over for his kids. So yay for me."

Sunshine crossed her arms slightly. She couldn't help but be irritated with Casper. Some people just never realized how lucky they were, instead content to curse over the gifts that they had received. "How great for you - you have parents," she muttered under her breath. "Can we go already? The sooner we get there, the sooner the Walking Disaster can ruin everything again."

Morose's Characters

Megan Pendragon

{"I'm messed up. Deal with it."}

Roleplays:

• Once Upon a Time

Megan Pendragon - OUAT

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Megan Pendragon

Character Quote: "I don't know if I have a soul."

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Character Summary

Name: Dr. Megan Pendragon
Aliases: Meg
Age: 25
Birthday: July 17th
Ethnicity: British-American
Fairytale Parents: King Arthur and Queen Guinevere
Birth Place: Wichita, Kansas
Gender: Female
Occupation: Junior Medical Examiner
Languages: English

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Appearance

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 140 pounds
Body Type: Athletic
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dark Brown (Naturally Blonde)
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears; Semi-Colon Tattoo (Left Wrist)
Personal Style: Megan wears her hair down, dying it regularly to keep her blonde roots from showing. She's never really felt like a blonde and thanks to her parents being doctors, it was never too expensive to go to the salon to get it fixed up. She wears earrings all the time, rotating between a pair of simple hoops and then something a bit edgier - such as skulls, coffins, or ghosts. As far as fashion goes, she typically wears a black long sleeve blouse, dark wash jeans, and Doc Martens. At work, she'll have her lab coat on top of this, with a pair of headphones in her pockets and black latex gloves.

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Psychology

Inquisitive * Unsettling * Patient * Dark * Meticulous * Blunt

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: To be succinct, Megan is a goth. She spends her day working with corpses to attempt to determine the cause of death, she wears skull earrings, and her general demeanor suits Halloween better than any other time of year. Her personality is well suited for scientific pursuits, as she is able to go through tedious experiments without wanting to rip her hair out. She has the self control and the strength to sit in a quiet room, just waiting. Additionally, she is naturally curious, always wondering about the laws of the universe and how to manipulate things to get a desired outcome. She adores a methodical approach with controls.

Of course, many people find her company to be unnerving. It may be because she will casually talk about unsolved murder cases and disappearances in ordinary conversation - dropping in statistics about the differences in crime rates in the summer versus the winter. Or perhaps it is because she was a champion fencer in college and could likely skewer them with a broom. Her unsettling aura likely also arises from her candidness - she doesn't lie. If she hates you, she makes that clear - and if you bore her, then she isn't going to waste her time. She's a bit creepy, but that's just how she is. She isn't going to change that about herself for anyone.

Habits: Tugging on her hair, biting her lip
Hobbies: Fencing
Fears:

• Being Buried Alive
• Cancer
• Lobotomies

Likes:

• Bugs
• Unsolved Mysteries
• Horror Novels
• Movies
• Escape Rooms
• Puzzles

Dislikes:

• Dresses
• Formal Dances
• Cigarettes
• Driving
• Swans
• Public Speaking

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Skills

General Skills:

• Drawing
• Forensic Pathology
• Forensic Science
• Driving (Car)
• Chemistry
• Medical Science

Combat Skills:

• Fencing
• Self-Defense

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Black knit sweater, dark washed jeans, Doc Martens, black overcoat, skull earrings
• Purse/Wallet - M.E. Badge, ID, debit card, credit card, $30 cash
• iPhone
• Medical Examiner Kit
• Water Bottle
• Agatha Christie Novella
• Keys (Car, House, Lab)
• Pepper Spray

Possessions In At Home:

• Fencing Equipment
• Diplomas
• Black Cat (Wednesday)
• Black Volkswagen Beetle
• Unsolved Mystery Novels
• Pathology Reference Books
• Childhood Dream Diary
• Current Journal
• Emergency First Aid Kit
• Laptop

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History

Biography: Megan was adopted by a pair of doctors unable to have a child. They had tried just about everything and had resigned themselves to the fact that short of a medical miracle, adoption was going to be the only way to bring a child into their home. They had intended to go adopt a baby, but they just felt drawn to the little girl with blonde braids and took her home with them. And since they expected her to become a doctor as well, they didn't change Megan's last name - they didn't need another Dr. Montgomery in the household, it was confusing enough already.

Her parents provided a loving household for Megan, but they were also relentless. She had to compete in some sort of sport or participate in an activity, and the only one she showed a remote interest in was fencing, so they paid for her to have private lessons after school three times a week. Each summer, she was sent to at least five different camps, all ranging from different STEM subjects. They worried that she might be troubled, since she was adopted, so she had to attend counseling sessions once a week. In high school, she had to take every AP class offered, even if it didn't interest her. She ended up graduating two years early. And when it came time for college, they used their connections to get Megan into an accelerated program that combined undergrad and medical school into just seven years.

Her interest in pathology came from her love of true crime stories and unsolved mysteries, prompting her to take a job as the Junior M.E. in her hometown. She really enjoys the work, finding a sense of fulfillment in working with the cases - though most of her work actually comes from overflow cases from nearby cities that are larger than Wichita. The extreme pressure put on her by her parents has had some psychological ramifications, mainly insomnia and a brief period of suicidal behavior in her first few years of college, but Megan has started to come around the bend. Now that she's living independently and does not rely on her parents financially (they paid for medical school in full), she's able to stay up all night watching horror movies if she wants to.

Do They Remember Anything?: Megan was ten years old when she left Camelot and came to the real world. Despite being one of the oldest children taken by the rebels, the psychiatrist managed to convince her (and her adoptive parents) that she simply had an overactive imagination. After all, every little girl wanted to be a princess, didn't they? She still has the little journal she used to draw her dreams in and while her dreams of Camelot are less frequent now, they are still incredibly vivid when she has them.

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The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded

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John Watts

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Location: Serval Industries - Training Area
Skills: Superhuman Speed

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Watts raised an eyebrow at Evelyn. The old X-Men team did have a decent track record, so he couldn't protest to their inclusion on the account of skills. If anything, he felt it would just be a waste of time to go and hunt them down to bring them along, but it seemed to be the consensus that everyone else here wanted the full team. They were the sacrificial lambs anyways - who was he to begrudge them some allies that might actually have a fighting chance against this shadowy organization? "Fine," Watts said curtly. "We'll bring the benched X-Men." He had to resist the urge to snort when Wesley said that he was with him. "I feel so comforted to hear that," he snarked. "Our odds of success do not improve with your inclusion, but so be it."

He was hardly thrilled by Sapphire's attitude. But he had already wasted enough time insulting Wesley. "I'll get them," he then said, about to kick off running but he tripped. Like a performer who did something unintentionally, Watts decided to go with it, peering at the ground as if there was something very interesting there. "... Hmm. More metal from Andrew's suit," he claimed, before dashing off again at a run. It wasn't long before he collected Gambit and Rogue and he deposited them back in the training room with the others. "Let's go. Every second counts."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: the Baxter Building - New York
Skills: Telepathy

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Shortly after Ben Grimm threatened to kill Johnny Storm, Richards turned on the machine and Guin's memories of the real world came back to her, snapping into place as if they had always been there. Suddenly, she could remember being rushed to the hospital after nearly overdosing, climbing up onto a stool in order to peer into the engine of a car as her father upgraded it, sketching designs in detention out of boredom, accepting Pietro's proposal, and so much more. "Well shit - that was one hell of an info drop," Guin quipped.

Muscle memory had returned to her as well. She intuitively knew now the proper way to handle a sword and care for her, how to get the best shot off with a bow, and the easiest moves to make in hand-to-hand combat when fighting a larger male (the majority of the people she thought fit into that category). In fact, she had used those very moves to attack Pietro when she encountered him at the Power Plant, only to end up knocking him on top of her in what had to be a cosmic joke. Mercifully, her real life didn't require wearing dresses. She didn't remember this acidic, aching hollow feeling in that lifetime - the one that had threatened to consume her here.

Of course, she hadn't been a telepath before, so that was something to wonder about - had Wanda accidentally unlocked a latent mutant ability of hers when she warped reality?

But as much as Guin's brain was exploring all of these newfound connections and reevaluating everything through this lens, she finally felt whole. The independence, the freedom she had been denied in this world, she had it in the other one. She was able to choose who she wanted to be, without having to worry about the decorum of the Palace - she was able to choose to be a hero if she wanted to. The elevator doors opened and she recognized a few of the people there - mainly Lance, her pseudo-brother and best friend.

Hey, I totally understand if you don't want your memories back... But are you okay? she quickly whispered to Pietro. I'm fine Guina, honest... Alright, I'm glad. And it's okay if you're not fine - shit, I'm somehow feeling fine now... Well not fine but better. Apparently I'm an addict in the other world. So that's so much fun. Oh, okay then...

"So, who let you guys in here? Since we should clearly fire that person, Lando."

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Dominika Novikova and Runa Blake

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Location: Outside -> Inside the Baxter Building - New York
Skills: Dimensional Energy Perception

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Novikova disagreed with Cass - they were going to uproot their lives anyways, they might as well rip off the bandaid and get it over with. There was no version of this where they changed everything back and people weren't caused some degree of trauma. As for the drawing attention factor - Novikova figured that was bound to happen anyways. They weren't the most discrete unit. Agent Bautista agreed with her and had Niah not been so timid all of the time, Novikova might have flashed her a smile. But as it was, she didn't know if smiling at her would cause her to shatter into a million pieces or something of the sort. She headed into the building and into the elevator with the others.

Runa smiled to herself as Lance replied that he loved her too. It was a quiet and private moment, but it was nice even if their memories of their time together were all fabricated... But they had a chance right now to make some real memories. She was trying her very best to focus on the positive, to not dwell on the fact that if everything went to plan, she most likely would never see him again - he might not even want to see her at the end of all of this. As they got out of the elevator, she spotted a lot of famous people. There was King Erik's son, Pietro - and even Johnny Storm from the sapien death match shows. She had heard some talk about Reed Richards in this reality, purely since she was attending uni for astronomy and he was a big deal in the sciences. "Okay, what now then?" Runa whispered.

"What we came here for," Novikova said, her eyes instantly going to Prince Pietro. He was easily the most dangerous one here, given his mental state and his powers, so she wanted to get his memories back to him instantly. She locked eyes with him and took off her glasses, trying to restore his memories. Instead, she caught glimpses of alternate lives he had lived. He killed for sport in them. The color drained from her face but she couldn't look away, just trying again to restore his memories. The next thing she knew, his foot slammed into her left knee and Novikova screamed in pain, falling to the ground.

"Hell no, no one is messing with my head again!"

"Get away from him, he's a goddamn serial killer!" Novikova warned through the pain.

Runa's eyes had widened, seeing the Prince hurt the Russian spy like that and then even more so at what Novikova had said. They never really had to worry about serial killers on Asgard, but she knew they were sadly commonplace here. Why were they attempting to recruit someone if he was so evil as to cause Novikova to scream? A twinge of doubt then formed in Runa's heart - what would Novikova see if she was to look at her?

"Pietro, stop it!"

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Casper Theriot

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Location: the LeBeau Casino - New Orleans
Skills: Mediumship

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"Yeah, I have!" Casper corrected Jack. He had gone to Vegas with some of his friends from rehab after they had gotten out (of course, he had been to rehab so many times he knew just about all of the regulars at the facility) and they had enjoyed their newfound freedom by promptly doing as many hard drugs as they could. If it hadn't been for his only real family, his baby brother Jack, living in Washington D.C., he probably never would have come back. And he was pretty sure his mother would kill him if he joined the Mob instead of her gang of thugs. "... Well just because it was in American Horror Story doesn't mean it's not real - the Black Dahlia, the Night Stalker, Marie LeVeau... Those were all real people, Jackie! Bette and Dot were even based on real conjoined twins!"

He glanced in the direction where Jack was looking and instantly, Casper didn't even really know how to react. How did you greet your semi-serious boyfriend after all of reality had been warped to give everyone a happy ending, but somehow that happy ending meant that you weren't together? He smiled sheepishly in James' direction and ran a hand through his hair, wondering if he was supposed to break out into a musical number or apologize or hug him or just what. "... Oh thank goodness he's alright," Casper finally said, just staring at James and then waving his arms rapidly at him. Sure, he noticed Max next to James but he wasn't in a romantic relationship with Max (at least, not that he was aware of) so he was lower on the totem pole.

"It's your Prince Charming, Cinderella," Ben teased Casper with a smirk.

"Please, I'm not Cinderella - I want to be Meg from Hercules," Casper corrected him.

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Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Jasonhero

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The Hub - San Fransisco: March 5th, 1984 - 10:30 A.M.

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Notes

The 1984 Squad

• Invisible Woman
• Strange
• Niah
• Roman
• Flynn
• Raynor

The Corridor...

Strange smirked, gesturing to the amulet around his neck. It contained the most powerful tool in his arsenal, the Eye of Agamotto - the Time Stone. It was dangerous to warp the laws of reality, but the fate of the universe demanded it and this was hardly his first time messing with timelines. "Because this is not my first time in a loop," he answered cryptically. He winked at Roman, before glancing around for a moment. "She went to the second floor - come along."

"Well someone believed that you had potential in you, so people believe impossible things every day," Raynor teased Flynn with a smirk. He hadn't heard what Strange said about living in a loop before, seemingly paying more attention to how the little kitten had smacked Flynn back with its tentacles to keep him from picking him up.

Fury picked up Goose without any issues, looking at Flynn apologetically. "He's got trust issues," he said, before scratching Goose behind the ears. "Were you guys turned around? I can give you directions, if you need any," he offered.

Susan perked up at that. Asking Fury for directions to Pym's lab was likely going to be a better outcome than just wandering around trying to find it and directories weren't always that helpful. "We're here to see a Dr. Pym," Susan explained. "We're visiting researchers from Harvard Medical."

Fury looked a bit surprised. "Huh, I always heard Pym didn't play well with others... Anyways he's on the second floor," he explained, before giving them step by step instructions on how to get there. They were relatively easy to understand and follow. Everything was seemingly fine, until Raynor pulled his dagger, Lyting and attempted to stab Fury. Baby Goose wrapped his tentacles around Raynor and flung him to the side of the room just in time, people starting to scream and scatter, whereas the field agents pulled their guns and aimed them at the time traveling group.

"What the BLOODY HELL is going on here?!" Peggy Carter demanded, holding two pistols - one pointed at Raynor, the other at Flynn. Other agents had weapons pointed at Strange, Susan, and Roman. "Put your weapons on the ground NOW and raise your hands slowly - or we WILL shoot to kill."

Strange then began to smile. "The future's secure. Your friends survived - including Dr. Chase and Dr. Sparks."

Pym's Lab...

Pym's eyes twitched as he stared at Niah, his face turning bright red from anger and fury. His hands were shaking and his fingers moving ever so slightly, as if he was about to take all of this wrath and direct it at Niah. But then, something happened - his shoulders began to slump. And then, beyond it all, he couldn't help but smile slightly - or maybe it was more of a grimace. "...To every man is given the key to the gates of heaven; the same key opens the gates of hell... Richard Feynman said that to the National Academy of Sciences," Pym said.

He moved to his desk and started pulling out files, eventually taking out one marked as the Ultron project. "I won't apologize for something I haven't done - but if this Ultron is as terrible as you say... Maybe what we need is a Vision instead."

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Stark Tower - New York: July 15th, 2021 - 10:50 P.M.

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Our heroes had succeeded the impossible - they had destroyed Ultron. His robotic minions had succumbed to their fates as well, with the exception of Cassandra. The Hulk was missing an arm, the gigantic green limb lying across the room as the beast howled in anger and agony. The Scarlet Witch was panting as she leaned up against the wall, trying to keep her wobbling legs from giving out. Tinley was near death, so close that she would be able to hear the faint sound of knocking. The shadows may have been playing tricks on her eyes, as she would briefly glimpse three hooded figures in the darkness.

"... They say revenge does not make you whole," Wanda ventured, breaking the silence. She knew there was nothing she could do for Tinley. Her powers did not allow her to resurrect the dead, as far as Wanda was aware. Perhaps one day she could do more, but for now... she was limited. "They lied." The darkness outside had not yet lifted, but the next dawn would be the beginning of a new age, a new era... one without the robotic devil that had held them captive for nearly a year and had taken the lives of so many.

The Hulk let out a roar of rage, before jumping out through the window and disappearing into the evening mist. Perhaps he was going to try to find more villains to kill - or maybe he was looking for somewhere to fall asleep for the last time. Banner had died. If the Hulk were to turn into Banner... then that would be it for him.

Wanda surveyed the scene of destruction in front of them, uncertain what to do now. This was the first time she had fought for her own cause - for justice for Pietro - and she didn't know what to fight for anymore. The Brotherhood was a thing of the past. Cassandra would notice something unusual though. Her sensors also allowed her to pick up heat signals and somewhere on this level, there is another living, breathing person. Their body temperature is slightly cooler than expected, as if they had been placed in stasis.

Another figure appeared in the shadows, one that only Tinley would be able to see. She was a rather elegant woman, dressed in black. Despite never seeing this woman before in her life, Tinley would instinctively know that she was staring Death in the face. "You have fought well, my child," Death whispered, kneeling down next to Tinley. "But your war has only just begun. The Mad Titan approaches and you must be ready for him when he does... If you are the champions I believe you to be, then you will face him three times... You and your friends must be willing to sacrifice to save the universe. Two will die. It isn't fair, my daughter, but such is fate - so cruel to those who deserve a chance to sleep, perchance to dream..."

Wanda tilted her head slightly. Her magical abilities were untrained, yet she could sense the dark presence in the room. "...Who's there?" she called out.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@KazAlkemi@eclecticwitch

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The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 5th, 12,508 - 11:30 PM

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

Rowland stiffened, fed up with Cuyler's attitude. The boy was not listening to his words - how many other times could he explain to him that Arya was gone? Whoever it was out there in the world, it was not their Arya. He was certain that it was just a cheap copy of her, a Darke being bent on destruction and death. No, his Arya had died and her soul, her legacy, was being captive by whatever had escaped death at the hands of Chthon. "If only you had cared for her as much as she cared for you," Rowland told Cuyler bitterly. "You cannot change the past, boy. You were not here. She may have been your friend, but you, you were no friend to her."

He glanced at his timepiece, seeing that it was nearly midnight. The closer it was to the witching hour, the more powerful the Darke Magyk on this floor became. "It is time we take you to rejoin your friends - I can provide lodgings for the night in the Tower, but you will have to leave come first light."

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Myrus Silvers

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Location: the Vault - the Palace
Skills: N/A

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Luna had picked up no ordinary eyeglass - as she gazed through it, she would be able to see through things. To use the terminology of superheroes, the eyeglass was giving her X-Ray vision. She could see the skeletal structure of everyone present, watch as their hearts beat. Of course, Amarantha's heart was still and her organs looked like they were rapidly decaying, as if she were the living dead. Apollodora raised an eyebrow, a bit amused at her former teacher's behavior. She whistled slightly in astonishment, before starting to search herself for the chains. Apollodora couldn't help but smirk as Valda scolded Amarantha like a child.

Myrus' eyes flickered over to Amarantha, and then back to his sisters. "...You should go," he told the ex-Young Army Deputy Hunter. "The rest of the staff probably needs your help," he added, trying to give Amarantha a gentler command in comparison to his sister's. Of course, as harsh as Valda was with her words, she wasn't wrong. Amarantha didn't have the right to snap at Luna like that or to shove on past him into their family's vault. They were all in this situation together and right now, Amarantha seemed murderous - he imagined she was just mourning the loss of friends.

Apollodora's eyes perked up as Queen Valda found the chains. Sure, she had been intending to get Amarantha's help, but she was a Biter now and Apollodora was a slayer. It wouldn't work out too long no matter what angle she approached the problem from. "Excellent. Now we just need to use them to restrain my mother - you should be able to feel the power coursing through the chains, Queen Valda. They're powerful enough to restrain anything in the universe. Not even the gods can break them."

Myrus bit his lip slightly, a bit confused about why they would use those chains on this woman's mother rather than whoever was going to kill Baldur. "... I think we should keep those, Valda. We could use them on whoever is going to kill the God of Light and prevent Ragnarok from happening... Or postpone it at least until someone lets the person out of the chains." He wasn't really sure if it was a good idea to just let someone tie up their mother without a good reason, too, and Apollodora was a stranger. Could they even trust her?

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Antonije Magnisky

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Location: Room 847 - the Ramblings
Skills: Persuasion

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Antonije's eyes narrowed as his sisters' adoptive step-mother and some Forest witch Transported into their room at the Ramblings. This was his personal space and they were invading it - it made his skin crawl just to think about it. "Do you think you could at least knock next time?" he asked, clearly exasperated with their impromptu entrance. His natural persuasive abilities were failing him, especially as Myth asked him if the man lying on the floor of their home had attacked them. She would be able to tell he was lying to her. "Yeah, it was crazy, he came over here and tried to stab me!" Antonije exclaimed.

Sylvi had moved over to the corpse and was busy drinking its blood. Antonije didn't even really know how to explain that one to Myth, so he decided the best strategy was to stall for time. "Look, there's a logical explanation for what she's doing..." he began, trying to come up with something. "Silvija is performing an ancient ritual cleansing from the Land of Long Nights, meant to purify the deceased and help them go onto the other side," he lied. "I know it looks strange, but hey, it's religion right? All rituals look strange to people who have never participated in them before so... Why don't you two help out Silvija? Drink some of his blood?" he suggested. He really hoped they bought this horrible, horrible explanation of what all was going on, as he had no other ideas on what to do - and telling the truth was not an option.

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Halley Banner

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Location: the Pyramid Library - Wizard Tower
Skills: Perception

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"Arnora - I do not think this girl is Loki. I know this is my uncle - or I suppose aunt in this form," she muttered darkly. Halley did not stay her hand, the blade of her weapon cutting into Minerva's throat and shedding minimal amounts of blood. Just a bit of focused pressure and Halley would be able to ensure a quick and relatively inescapable death. The throat was such a vulnerable place. After her brother began speaking to Minerva, it clicked into Halley's mind what his objective was.

"You're right - even Hodur is a better warrior than Loki," Halley agreed, referencing one of the sons of Odin and Frigga. Of course, Hodur was a blind god, unable to even shoot an arrow without the guiding hand of another to assist him. For an Asgardian to be cursed with blindness, unable to fight... it was a fate worse than death in the opinion of many. Most Midgardians had long since forgotten about poor Hodur. "Do you remember, brother, when Loki dressed as a woman in order to retrieve Thor's hammer from the Frost Giants?" Halley inquired.

"Great, you hate one of the best gods, now let go of me!!!" Minerva cried. "I'm just an innocent girl! Do you really want to be the monster that kills children?!" she pleaded, attempting to get Halley to see reason. "Arnora, help me!! Please!!!" she begged, tears coming from her eyes.

"ENOUGH!" Jarvis demanded, deciding that this had gone too far. He readied a spell and had it aimed at Halley. "Let go of her or I blow your head off!" he insisted.

"Stay out of this, Midgardian. You know not of what you speak."

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Violet

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Location: ???
Skills: DeCyphering

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"I don't believe we have a choice - we could be anywhere in the world and my Transport does not have infinite range..." Violet murmured. She had no sense of where they were. The snow was the only clue to their location - there wasn't snow in the Small Wet Country this time of year. And since they weren't there, they wouldn't be able to use Magyk to get back quickly. It would take a series of hops from country to country to country to get back, yet she had no notion of where to begin. She would need a map in order to figure out how to Transport successively back. "We're stuck here."

Glancing around, Violet determined that any direction seemed equally promising, with the exception of the way of the metallic obelisk. It was evidence of life, intelligent life at that. "I'm going that way," she informed Fleur, giving the Witch Messiah the option to follow her if she wished, as Violet walked through the snow. It was difficult terrain to manage. The snow camouflaged a great deal of obstacles, causing her to have to move slowly in order to avoid tripping over concealed logs. Eventually though, she made it to the metal structure and Violet frowned.

It was engraved in runic symbols.

Violet ran her hands over the markings, mumbling under her breath as she worked up a loose translation. "It says this is the gateway to... to the Witch Hub," she murmured. "And if we were to continue to proceed onwards, we would reach something called... the Hellfire Circle, I believe."

🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision

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Lady Virginia Crypt, Andromeda Aldrich, and Nancy Parker

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Location: Plains between River and Cave / DTB Fade Between
Skills: The Cards, History (General Human History)

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Plains between River & Cave:

Virginia listened with interest to the Faith's tale of woe - she recognized the name New York. It was part of the New England area in the colonies where she had trained in the art of combat against the Soulless as a girl. She seemed rather distraught over it, not deigning to introduce herself but Virginia took no offense from it. Customs were always looser in the Colonies, especially in times of distress. Faith certainly was feisty and spirited, reminding her of some dear friends she had lost along the way. "If I may," Virginia interjected. "I believe we are Elsewhere - I was instructed to journey here by my father, the Lord Dywell, by a message he sent through the flames. My family's lore heavily implies that this realm is connected to Belladonna and her eternal life," she explained. She knew that Faith had been addressing her companions from the Colonies, but Virginia did not care.

She smiled slightly at the tiger as he pressed against her hand. "Oh dear Myshka..." she whispered to the beast, kneeling as to be on the same level as the magnificent creature. "Elizaveta will be so glad to see you. She's here as well." Sure, animals were not traditionally thought of as intelligent, yet Virginia believed that on some level, Myshka would be able to understand her words. She saw the tiger as an equal. At Ludwig's words, she had to ponder them for a moment, yet she believed she understood what he was attempting to convey. They had been somewhere else in this Elsewhere and now they were in a new location - it seemed that experience had been something he experienced many times before. "Ludwig, dear... Have you seen my father here? Or heard tale of another Crypt?" she inquired.

Meanwhile, Andromeda couldn't help but despair slightly as Faith explained that Eve had been here and then vanished again. Her attitude about the female Emendator was hardly great, but could Andromeda blame her? She herself had become increasingly jaded with Gilbert and Giouse, trying her best to treat them with respect and defer to their judgment due to their experience... but more and more, they seemed to hardly be any different than the rest of the Paradoxes. It still shocked her how easily they had dismissed Lady Justice - and in many ways, that was representative of her issues with the men. "We met someone earlier today who claimed to be the Dice - she was some sort of deity or entity called Justice," Andromeda explained to Faith. "We had to choose Peace or Punishment - picked Punishment, ended up somewhere else, and then suddenly we were here..."

To further her growing disillusion with Gilbert, he brought up the woman that Andromeda had trained with intensely and introduced her as someone he had shared a drink with. Why couldn't he have just been direct and to the point? The next bit of dialogue though from Gilbert caught her attention and gave her something to think about - they were in an afterlife, somewhere outside of human history. Her nerves increased slightly, wondering who else she might find down here - maybe her brother, Walter.

Virginia waited patiently as the man, Gilbert Summers, asked for Faith to recall her conversations with this Evelina. Perhaps this trio was so tight knit as to not consider the opinions of those they did not know already - which she took to be a shame. They had a connection to Belladonna however, causing Virginia to grow in confidence of her deductions thus far. Something in the ground caught her attention and she reached out, attempting to pick up the symmetrical objects to examine them.

Roll Request - Virginia

Location: Plains between River and Cave
Action: To examine those little objects Ludwig accidentally kicked up and see what they are
Skills: Deduction (Investigative), History (Crypt Family)
Why: Deduction - examining the objects; Crypt Family History - in case she can think of a connection to an ancestor such as Belladonna with them
Final Location: Same

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DTB Fade Between:

One of her new companions, Robert, was demanding to know who they were and where they came from. It was a question was she was finding a little bit pointless - would Robert's situation be changed if he knew that she was the Cards and she came into consciousness thousands of years ago in Uruk? No. He would be in the same predicament as if she told him she was Nancy Parker from Louisiana. The other two unknowns were introduced as Mali and Riley. She was definitely more perplexed as she looked down at her cards - her first instinct was to narrow her eyes in rage, assuming someone had swapped them out for a different pair. The annoying woman, Mosi, seemed a likely culprit.

But before she could begin plotting her revenge, Nancy realized that these were her cards - she still had the connection to them, they felt the same in her palm. "Bloody hell..." she muttered under her breath, perplexed as she turned over the first card for the reading and saw the Tower. Unwanted change in the past was pretty on the nose. Turning over the next card, this one for the present, she drew Justice. That one was simple too - cause and effect. She braced herself as she turned over the final card for the future and her heart sank - it was her least favorite one, the Death card. "Fuck," she cursed. "Alright, that one isn't always bad... Death can mean loads of things."

She stared at the cards set out in front of her, before her eyes widened as the cards started to move, changing whether they represented past, present, and future. Death was now inverted in the past. Justice stayed as the present. The Tower went to the future. Nancy whistled slightly, fidgeting her fingers. The cards had never been this interactive before - they had never moved on their own. "Sophia, tell them that they are welcome to move if they want to, but we're busy," Nancy asked the Paradox.

There was only one thing that seemed constant for this reading - the present was cause and effect. The past was either unwanted change or a delayed ending, living unaware. The future was either unwanted change or change, death, illness... She couldn't fathom what was going on with this reading. Usually when she read the cards, it was always clear to her - there was no guesswork involved. She was still in her cross legged position on the ground and she decided that since the cards were behaving differently, perhaps she would need to try something different.

"Alright... Let's see if I'm bonkers..." she murmured, before Nancy reached out and just simply tapped the death card with her index finger to see if anything would happen.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

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Leda Storm

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Location: Camp Half-Blood Dining Pavilion
Skills: N/A

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"We just need to move quickly, that way Mr. D and all can't tell we started it," Leda pointed out to her sibling. It was a simple trick but quite effective - it was even done by the kid in the Incredibles movie to put a tack on the teacher's chair. Of course, at the sound of the horn, it became apparent that food fights and all would have to wait. There were monsters at the edge of camp. And while the enchantment prevented them from entering, it was never a good idea to let them just camp out on the edge and wait for the demigods to have to venture outside.

Leda pulled off her pendant and the magical item transformed into her glowing sword, Ultraviolet. "Seems like the day is about to get interesting," Leda commented with a grin. Sure, there was a risk any time they went off to fight monsters, but she didn't mind it too much. Demigods usually had tragic deaths when they were young and she just wasn't afraid. They knew exactly where they went in the afterlife, meaning that if they died now, it wasn't really the end. And besides, every fiber of her being screamed at her to live life to the fullest, to paint with all of the colors available to her, and to never hold herself back because of fear. "Ready to go kick some arse, sis?"