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In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm fine with having a half-sibling - but I'm honestly not okay with the idea of killing Arthur off just to get that sibling into existence. Like if you want Guinevere to have had an affair or whatnot, fine by me. I made Megan since I wanted to play the daughter of King Arthur and killing him off robs a lot of that creative potential (of course, this assumes he didn't die after the kids went to the real world).
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore

In What Are You Listening To? → 7 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
In Current Mood in One Gif → 7 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
>Senior year of undergrad...
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark, Dominika Novikova, and Runa Blake
Location: the Baxter Building - New York
Skills: Telepathy
To say Guin's nerves were beginning to feel a bit shot was an understatement. Pietro had insisted to her that he was fine, but his actions suggested anything but that. Her hair flew into her face and Guin had to push it back, due to the tornado that he had created - luckily, it didn't hurt anyone. A fall from this height would be more than fatal. Her heart stopped for a moment and her ears started to ring as Pietro promised Novikova that he could be a murderer. Those weren't the words of the man she loved - those seemed like the words of a monster. "I know you're staring at me," she muttered, her eyes darting over to Carolina. "Look, Pietro doesn't remember the other world. He's dangerous here. So why don't you all shut the hell up and let me fix things?"

Guin then flipped off Cass and Novikova, even the newcomer Sapphire, as she walked over to a corner of the lab by the windows and took a deep breath, placing her index finger to her temple as she focused. She never had telepathy in the real world and while she did have the mental link to Pietro there, it could be difficult to use - especially when it really counted. Softly, she reached out to him. Pietro.... Come back please?

His reply was quick but crushing: No. Guin bit her lip slightly, remembering something her Aunt Nat had once told her - when people were out of their mind, you needed to approach them from their worldview. And there was one thing constant about Pietro regardless of the reality, no matter how irritating at times it could be - he always seemed to believe that he needed to protect Guin and that without him, she was in peril. I need you, Pietro... No way, not with that person around! That's my point, Piet - I can't defend myself against her and she's pretty powerful. ...You'll be fine...

"Goddamnit," Guin cursed. This approach didn't seem to be working, but at the very least he was calmer. She wanted to get him back here before he did something he would regret - or before Wanda would get to him. Are you willing to take that chance? You'll be fine...Wanda's probably going to try to kill me. I'm alone with the girl who tried to hurt you. And you know I never was taught to fight - so odds are, if something happens, I'm the one who dies. No you won't. I need you Pietro - please, if you love me, come back....Not right now... I need to clear my head for a bit without someone sitting there trying to mess with it. Where are you Pietro? Not at the Baxter Building anymore that's for sure. Please come back, Pietro....Not right now. ....Okay.... Guin replied quietly, sounding sad. There was no further response.

"Great, he's not coming back - so thank you for all of your help, but you know, I think we've got it covered here so you guys can kiss my ass and then go to hell."

Novikova gritted her teeth through the pain. "He is a murderer and we're better off without him here. I don't know who you are or what you can do, but I can see everyone's lives - all of them, no matter the timeline - and when I see that much death and pain, it's a defining characteristic of his soul. If he hasn't started killing yet, it's only a matter of time - and given the tree that fruit came from, I'd say it's already begun."

She managed to get to her feet, her knee badly bruised and already swelling some, but she wasn't about to stay down for long. "As for you, Ms. Stark, I've met a lot of assholes in my day - and sure, I'm one myself - but you take the cake. I've never met someone so deluded before that they make Belle from Beauty in the Beast look reasonable and sane for falling in love with her captor. So sit down while the grown ups talk." She never liked Guin Stark that much. She had the potential to be an Avenger, but instead she was running around playing damsel in distress with criminals. It was pathetic. "As for how we fix everything, we need to get enough people to go take on the Scarlet Witch."

Runa couldn't help but be alarmed at all of the fighting and shouting. She wasn't the type to initiate confrontation - unless it was to get revenge against those who had wronged her, of course - so she decided to hang back. There was so much screaming going on that adding her voice to the mixture she felt would just make it worse. Her eyes darted over towards Lance and then towards the others she had come here with, especially Niah, and she wondered if they would be able to soothe the building tension.

"Who let the knock off Black Widow in here?" Guin growled.
Casper Theriot
Location: the LeBeau Casino - New Orleans
Skills: Mediumship
"Why wouldn't that be a thing you could do?" Casper asked his boyfriend, a goofy grin on his face. James' story though about fighting a witch and her trying to chop off his hand made Casper worried though - and on some level, he definitely wanted to go I told you so! to Jack about his witch idea. "I don't even remember this world, so your guess is as good as mine... Hopefully this me isn't dating Jinx or anything, he makes me look independent." He still had questions as to why James wasn't in this fairytale life of his, but they could wait for now. His boyfriend was being adorably nervous and Casper gave him a kiss on the cheek - maybe that would reassure him as to how he felt.

Ben waved his hand at James, though he wasn't visible. "Yeah, it does suck being dead - thanks for noticing."

"Ben's here - he says he missed you."

"Did not!" Ben chuckled, shaking his head.

Max then turned the topic of conversation to one of Casper's least favorite groups - the X-Men. The first letter of their name was an ever present reminder of his father's involvement, inspiring only discomfort in the young mutant. "Well, my dad is dead here so... At least he can't be a part of this," Casper reasoned with a sigh. "Alright, Ben and I are in. Definitely agree with Jack on avoiding the ginger twins - they're crazy and honestly the sane one isn't worth the trouble of the other one. Oh, and Jack has a cute little girl he kidnapped!"
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Jasonhero
Pym Technologies - San Fransisco: October 25th, 2020 - 3:00 A.M.

The clock struck three in Pym's lab, located at Pym Technologies in San Fransisco. For some of those gathered there, everything was brand new - they had never seen the helmet looking device to Pym's right, with numerous wires hooked up to an enormous circuit board. They knew very little of the gigantic device, lined with copper wile and looking almost like a gateway across the room. Maybe they were shocked by the various ants and other bugs crawled all over the floor, moving whenever someone took a step in order to clear space - or maybe they were just disgusted.

Others would notice the little differences - changes from their meddling with the timeline. Scott Lang, the current Ant-Man, stood by the Quantum Tunnel, looking eager as he finally got to put his engineering degree to use and he helped to get things set up. Hope van Dyne, the current Wasp, was busy at work calibrating all of the machines and equipment. Everything was right - it was cosmic, written in the stars that if they were to rescue her mother and the stranded agents, it would have to be within the next few hours or the probability fields would go out of alignment. The red-pink synthezoid was lifeless on the slab, a hole in his forehead awaiting his power source - a mini arc reactor stolen from Stark Industries by Agent Novikova.

"Dr. Bautista... Huh," Pym chuckled, recognizing the time traveler in the room. "If this doesn't free Janet, I'm going to kill you for not telling me what would happen to her."

"Calibrations are complete, Dad," Hope interrupted, while Scott flashed a thumbs up to Dr. Pym.

Barton was watching silently from the distance, his arms crossed. He claimed that he could observe things better that way, when he had a bit of space separating him and his targets. Of course, Dr. Pym and the other scientists in the room had more or less asked him to back off. There were so many expensive pieces of equipment in this room, it was enough to make anyone from Sci-Tech swoon and keel over in absolute happiness and joy.

"Dr. Chase, how are her vitals?" Pym then asked. Bonnie had lowered the helmet onto Novikova's head, standing by with a variety of medical tools at her disposal. She was essentially the go-to person in the room when it came to keeping people alive and she had some experience when it came to working with the enhanced.

"...Brainwave activity is heightening," Bonnie murmured. "We're not in the danger zone, however, so I believe you can proceed." The blonde scientist then gently removed Novikova's glasses, in order to allow her natural abilities to kick in and help guide the Vision through the Quantum Realm.

"...Maria, no matter what happens... I love you," Novikova whispered.

"Initiating Vision's Quantum Realm retrieval program in three... two... one..." Hank screwed in the arc reactor into the Vision's forehead and then pressed the return button on his keyboard. The synthezoid started to spark, its limbs twitching slightly as Novikova began to scream. Her body instantly began to convulse as she started to have a seizure.

"She's seizing!" Bonnie announced. The gateway was sparking as well, but the portal had failed to open yet.

"Hope, increase the power," Pym instructed, a bit of worry in his voice. "Full throttle."

"We're at full power," Hope confirmed as Novikova's screams finally hit a plateau, but her pain did not. Every fiber of her being felt like it was imploding and exploding at once, a million little supernovas throughout her body. The Quantum Tunnel roared to life, a gigantic yellow glow emanating from it as the Vision opened his eyes and rose.

"... This is strange," the Vision stated, before gliding over to the portal. The synthezoid reached inside and began the extraction process. As he pulled his arm back out of the tunnel, he was holding a teenage girl with blonde hair, dressed in a white and blue and pink outfit reminiscent of Spider-Man.

"...What universe is this?"

The Vision repeated the process three more times, retrieving Agent Sparks. He then pulled out Agent Raynor and the Asgardian looked like he had an acute case of scurvy. His skin was the color of ash and he was covered in sweat, hardly drawing breath. "He requires urgent medical attention," Vision explained, before pulling out an older woman with long, elegant white hair.

"Janet!" Hank cried out, racing across the room and embracing her. Hope joined in on the hug as well and the family was reunited at last. Novikova's screams ceased as she passed out from the pain, the Quantum Tunnel powering down yet the Vision remained active, observing the scene around him with interest.

He had, after all, just been born.
The Triskelion - Washington D.C.: October 25th, 2020 - 6:00 A.M.
Roman had been stationed at the Triskelion following the tragedy of his team and the HYDRA mole. It was incredibly early in the morning, the sun having scarcely risen, but he had been called here for a debriefing on the entire situation. It had been scheduled to happen at five in the morning, but with the entire fiasco of Director Fury being fired and the appointment of Maria Hill as Acting Director, things were more chaotic than normal at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s base of operations.

Eventually, a woman with short curly red hair, dressed in a black leather suit came up to him. Her eyes were striking - intense and almost divine, yet similarly calculating. "Agent Carter?" the Black Widow asked, giving him a slight smile. "I'm Agent Romanoff - I'm here to debrief you on what happened yesterday." She then motioned for him to follow her, leading him down the hallway and through a series of doors until they reached an interrogation room. "Please, sit," she added, sitting down at one of the seats across the table. There was a box of Dunkin Donuts with a variety of choices and two cups of coffee as well. "S.H.I.E.L.D. thanks you for your service - but we need to understand exactly what happened... Can you start at the beginning?"
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 - 11:40 PM
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.
Myrus Silvers
Location: the Vault - the Palace
Skills: N/A
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.
Antonije Magnisky
Location: Room 847 - the Ramblings
Skills: Telepathy
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..."
Halley Banner
Location: the Pyramid Library - Wizard Tower
Skills: Chaos Magyk
"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."
Violet
Location: ???
Skills: ExtraOrdinary Magyk
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."
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 -> the Barrier
Skills: Superhuman Speed
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?"
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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