Morose

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 - 11:40 PM

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

Rowland had a passing thought that perhaps he would need to knock some sense into Cuyler, born of the anger and resentment he felt towards the young man over Arya's fate. However, he had more or less vowed not to use violence to express his emotions - it was a sign of strength to be able to reign them in. That however did not stop the bitterness from seeping into his words. "I hadn't imagined you would be able to sleep at all." The door was not locked or barricaded, but Rowland waived his hand and it swung open for Cuyler. "I trust you recall the way." He didn't move to exit the floor himself, waiting for Cuyler to leave first and then he would journey up to the Pyramid Library to collect his companions. It struck him as typical that Cuyler was going to leave them here and go on his own way - had that not been exactly what he did to Arya in her time of need? He left her when she was ill, unable to defend herself properly by Magyk. Rowland used to believe that Cuyler loved Arya, but now, he was certain that the boy had enjoyed the idea of loving her instead.

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Myrus Silvers

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

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Myrus swallowed thickly, his courage faltering for a moment. Amarantha had always seemed relatively kind, but now, it was like she had turned into a wolf. She was sneering at them, her mannerisms so jarring that he was relatively shocked and speechless for a moment, uncertain of how to proceed. He tried his best to treat the staff of the Palace as equals, but to hear her act like he was a foolish little boy with no standing, no weight in this conversation... Maybe she was right. He was rather young, after all.

But then Amarantha said something clearly false - Arya Rincewind was dead. Perhaps the tragedy of Bonfire Night had been too much for the warrior's psyche and she had snapped? She reminded him a little bit of how Lyra had behaved right before she left. Her eyes were darting over towards the stranger in the room, Apollodora. Ahote seemed to believe her - that somehow Arya Rincewind was on the mortal coil. Luna's words were more troubling. Something then occurred to Myrus - if Amarantha looked like she was dead to Luna and she wanted those chains so badly... Gods were known to disguise themselves, to play tricks. "Wait, that's not Amarantha!" Myrus blurted, his heart pounding. "I-I think that's Hel, Goddess of Death - she's supposed to look dead and alive at the same time and when Baldur dies, he goes to her realm... So if we give her the chains, then the world will end. I-I bet Amarantha died tonight and that's why she's acting strangely, since her corpse is out there somewhere and Hel just took her form."

Apollodora couldn't help but laugh at all of this. She wiped a stray tear from her eyes. "Wow, you lot are reading way too much into this... Yes, she's a prick," she agreed, glancing over at Amarantha, "but it's because she's a Biter and she needs to feed. She's no goddess. The purer the blood, the sweeter the taste they say. And let's be honest here - the Prince is pretty much a walking dessert for the Children of the Night."

"... You want to eat me?" Myrus said, tilting his head slightly as he looked at Amarantha. That had not been something he was expecting at all, but it still seemed like more of a reason why they shouldn't give those chains over to Amarantha. The other woman, Apollodora, had mentioned wanting to use them for the same reason but she wasn't making any sort of move towards Valda. Myrus naively assumed that meant that she had stopped her attempts.

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Antonije Magnisky

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Location: Room 847 - the Ramblings
Skills: Telepathy

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He could tell that Mona hadn't bought his excuses - which admittedly had been rather horrible. He had lied far more competently under pressure before, but it was rather difficult to explain why Sylvi was drinking blood in this sort of situation. Similarly, he had failed to fool Myth with his deception and Antonije sighed slightly in defeat. "It was worth a try..." he muttered darkly under his breath. Myth seemed to want to help Sylvi, rather than set her brain ablaze with Fyre and kill her, but he couldn't just trust her words. He needed to know her thoughts.

Antonije briefly touched Myth's mind, not able to get a clean read off of her but he didn't pick up on any hostile intentions towards Sylvi either, a fact that comforted him slightly. When Sylvi put her hands to her head and started to scream at them, before collapsing into the bed, Antonije couldn't help but panic slightly. He dove into her mind with slightly more success than he had with Myth a few minutes prior and realized the problem was the ghost. His first instinct was to kill the ghost, but the ghost was already dead so that wouldn't solve anything. And of course, only Sylvi would be able to hear the ghost continuing to scream and curse.

"Silvija got bit at Bonfire Night," Antonije muttered in explanation to Myth. He then walked over to the bed and put Sylvi's head in his lap and he started to stroke her hair softly in an attempt to calm her down. "The vigilante's going to kill her if I don't protect her..."

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Halley Banner

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Location: the Pyramid Library - Wizard Tower
Skills: Chaos Magyk

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"Of course - the sooner we're back to Asgard, the sooner my mother can interrogate her," Halley said, referring to Loki. She never really minded switching her pronouns to match the form her uncle (well aunt) had decided to appear as. Sometimes Loki was male - sometimes female - and there was even one occasion where Loki turned into a horse and went into heat. While Midgardians had a difficult time with the concept and only saw Loki as male, the Asgardians never really worried all too much about it. Loki was just being Loki.

Minerva couldn't get in a proper retort to Bruce's taunts however, as Halley warped reality and caused a gag to appear. She then stuck it in Minerva's mouth, the magical device wrapping around Minerva's face and locking firmly. Halley then couldn't help but smirk. "I think she looks much better this way, don't you two agree?" she asked, before noticing that Myth was not there. "Where's Myth? We can't head back to Asgard without her - I'm pretty certain she'd send you straight to Hel if you even tried," Halley pointed out. Cuyler was still in the tower too, so they needed to collect him and hopefully he hadn't run off. He could be incredibly emotional at times. Picking up Minerva and throwing her over her shoulder, Halley gave Arnora a grin. "I hope you had fun, at least."

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Violet

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Location: ???
Skills: ExtraOrdinary Magyk

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Violet nodded, considering what Fleur had told her. "What have you heard of them?" she inquired. She did not want to venture forward into the complete unknown if Fleur had information about what they were going to face. She was the same way when it came to exacting justice for the Castle - she monitored her targets closely, planned a course of action, and then enacted it. Leaving room for sloppiness and error was just asking for her noble crusade to be ended early. "Do you know how best to prepare?" she then added.

The snow continued to drift down softly, covering Violet's raven hair in the little white flakes. It was fortunate that her cloak was thick and warm, since otherwise the chill definitely would have set into her bones. Suddenly, the metal obelisk in front of them began to glow at the very top, as if it had some sort of permanent flame installed - an orb that rested at the top of the statue. The area around them had quickly descended into darkness and Violet gazed upwards with curiosity at the intensity of the light. It did not Feel Magykal to her - this was some sort of mechanical work. Had the same people who had made the portal or doorway from the Witch Coven's House made this metallic light they stood beneath?

And then, carried by the wind, whispers seemed to drift up to their ears. The words were too indistinct to be made out, but the voices were masculine and deep. "...Do you hear that?" Violet whispered, before whispering a spell to enhance the quality of the voices. They became clear as day:

"How long until the troops are ready?"

"At the end of the week, Lord Hellfire."

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Leda Storm

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Location: Camp Half-Blood Dining Pavilion -> the Barrier
Skills: Superhuman Speed

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Leda sprinted off after her sister, not content to just walk to the edge of camp when there was something exciting and new going on. There were two new demigods there, both gingers, but Leda's attention was mostly held by the small army of monsters on the other side of the barrier. The poor satyr was cut down and Leda winced - that had got to hurt. "Bloody hell, you two know how to make an entrance," she mused, her British accent clear as day. She didn't want to just let the Empousa camp out at the barrier. Sure, they might wander off eventually, but there was also a chance they would come back with more monsters and surround the camp completely. Plus, it was a bit creepy, letting them be there. The accent was hard to miss, though. "Oh, you two are Irish? Neato."

Leda then crossed over the barrier, moving faster than the eye could see with her sword, Ultraviolet. Her weapon was glowing a soft shade of purple as she cut three of the monsters in half, the creatures bursting into dust like piñatas almost. She managed to wound another five monsters and she smirked, enjoying the little warm up. "Anyone else care for a swing? No?" she asked, not wanting to take all of the glory if the other demigods felt like doing more than just sitting around and talking at the moment. "Really, no takers?"

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Jasonhero: There's a lot of information here, so please read carefully! I've separated it into hiders to help make things more organized.

M-Pox

Only mutant characters can catch M-Pox. Symptoms of M-Pox are chills, fever, difficulty breathing, loss of coordination, memory loss, vomiting blood, and breaking out into pus filled hives. There is currently no known cure for M-Pox and it has proved to be fatal in some cases.

Mutant Characters

• Cassandra Reed - mild symptoms (i.e. slight fever). Symptoms appear 1-2 days before the beginning of Vol. 3.
• Maria Smith - no symptoms.
• Theresa Sparks - no symptoms.
• Freddie Flynn - no symptoms.

Note: Shelved characters Dominika Novikova and Niah Bautista also have no symptoms, though they will not be present in this storyline.

Ages - Update on their CS

*I've included the shelved characters below for housekeeping purposes.

• Dominika Novikova - age 22
• Cassandra Reed - age 28
• Tinley Abercrombie - age 22
• Maria Smith - age 21
• Niah Bautista - age 23
• Theresa Sparks - age 22
• Raynor Blake - appears 29
• Freddie Flynn - age 26
• Harry McCormick - age 43
• Bonnie Chase - age 33
• Roman Carter - age 25

History - Update on their CS

A lot has happened to our agents. It's going to be difficult to remember. Please add to their history sections just a few sentences on Vol. 1 & 2 events that were relevant for them. This doesn't need to be a lot, just enough so people have it written down and don't need to go hunting for information.

Relations - Update

As always, gotta do the relations sheet. Since this is the relations sheet for Vol. 3, you don't need to include shelved characters, but new members of the team (Matt & Roman technically) should be included.

Skill Rewards (And Promotions) - need to update CS!

Promotions

• Hawkeye is retiring from being a team leader to spend more time with his family on the farm. Tinley is taking over his job. And since Maria Hill is now the Director of SHIELD (taking over for Fury), Tinley is in "the Inner Circle" - i.e. she meets with Hill and other top ranking agents to get assignments.
• Tinley's second command is Cass.
• Niah is transferring off the team for some much needed mental health recovery time.
• Roman and Matt are going to be transferred onto the team.
• Harry is being transferred to work as the head of engineering at SHIELD.
• Novikova was fired for using illegal technology, but was then hired on by Pym.
• Sidenote - Spider-Gwen is staying with Pym. Some people are calling Pym's group the West Coast Avengers now.

Skill Rewards

• Novikova - Pym Particle Synthesis (Specialty Skill)
• Cass - Small Aircraft Piloting (General Skill) and Explosives (General Skill)
• Tinley - Pistols (Specialty) and Mimicry (Specialty)
• Maria - Grenades (Specialty) and Disguise (Specialty)
• Niah - Some robotics becomes Advanced Robotics (General) and Quantum Physics (Specialty)
• Sparky - Aerial Combat (General)
• Tempest - Leg Scissors (General)
• Raynor - Strength (Specialty)
• Flynn - Torture (Specialty) and Pistols (Specialty)
• Harry - Explosives (Specialty)
• Bonnie - Perception (General) and Intuition (General)
• Roman - Weapons Engineering (Specialty) and Limited Firearms Training becomes Pistols (General)

Timeskip Collabs

You are more than welcome to do them, but please wait until I give the okay to post them in the IC!

House of M

In Vol. 3, you can assume that your characters remember the events of House of M IF and only IF they were active in that RP. Otherwise, they won't remember it and would need someone else to tell them about it.

House of M rewards will be given out once that crossover completes.

Possessions - Please update these!!!

I almost forgot, you guys need to make sure your inventories are the way you want them!!

Current Mood in One Gif

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 Character Mind Palace

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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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.