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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 - the Barrier
Skills: N/A
Leda let her sword, Ultraviolet, shift back into a pendant and she placed her necklace around her neck. She snickered a bit at the mention of the dolphin curse threat - of all the animals and monsters they could be turned into, dolphins weren't that bad in her opinion. It wasn't like someone was coming along and turning them into a cow. Kiera's brag was impressive, but then again, most demigods here could claim something similar, just under a different set of weird and deranged circumstances. "Alright, alright, alright - we'll sneak out!" Leda gave in, rolling her eyes slightly. "And geez, Mum, I'm fine," she protested. Her wound wasn't that bad and she didn't want to get help from Zeke anyways. "I literally have some ambrosia with me anyways, pretty sure."

Then Mary decided to tease her about going to Zeke. "No, I did not!" she protested. "Let the record show that I did not go to Zeke, I said I was fine, and my horrible sister here decided to go to the donkey's arse of the Apollo Cabin," Leda complained. She didn't really find Tammy to be horrible, but she could be frustratingly annoying at times. "It's really just a cut, I'm fine, honest," she tried to reassure Mary. "Though if another person asks if I'm okay, I might go a wee bit mental."

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

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Jasonhero
Pym Technologies - San Fransisco: October 25th, 2020 - 3:30 A.M.

"... I think I'm what's wrong," Novikova whispered to Maria. She was doing her best to concentrate on Tinley's voice, but everything around her felt foreign and strange. As she looked at her field commander, it was like looking at her through shattered glass. She didn't manage to answer Tinley before Tempest came over and put her hands on her. She shared the experience of the vision with the hacktivist and Novikova shut her eyes, trying not to contemplate the horrifying meaning of what she had saw. "... I-I think I'm fine," Novikova then called out, raising her voice as she lied. "Is Sparky okay?"

"I believe so," Bonnie reassured Novikova. "You need to rest, okay? Tempest might be able to help you more - or we can try to call in a telepath to do some preventative maintenance to your mind," she theorized. They were verging outside the realm of science and logic, but Bonnie was a doctor she was going to recommend what she felt would be best for her patient. "But... Rest for now, okay? Doctors orders."

Novikova nodded slightly, feeling incredibly drained as she closed her eyes. Her mind still felt like a mess, but the vision she and Tempest had had did shed some clarity on the problem - of course, there was no way that she was going to tell anyone what she had realized. There were some secrets that were better off staying secret - and if everything worked out, she was going to take this one to the grave.

Pym reluctantly parted from his wife and family for a moment, heading over with Tempest and Tinley. He had been studying Novikova's powers for a while, since they were key for his efforts in freeing his wife from the Quantum Realm. "Her powers are incredibly unstable," he eventually began, deep in thought. "There was already damage to them done by the Phase Three Experiments, permanently turning on her dimensional sight... I think it's likely that piloting the Vision and amplifying them caused you to temporarily share her dimensional sight, Tempest. Her visions show possibilities of what could be... so I think for now, there isn't anything to worry about. It's just another universe that you glimpsed, another timeline, another reality for us all."

Gwen nodded, taking out a piece of gum and popping it into her mouth. "Good. The sooner I get back there, the sooner I can kick Doc Oc's butt." She certainly was headstrong and confident, seemingly not even scared after everything she had gone through. Spider-Gwen had fallen through the Quantum Realm, coming out in the wrong reality, and she was hardly even phased.

The Vision, meanwhile, did not have the human intelligence and social skills to realize that just ignoring Flynn was likely to be the best thing. Instead, the android decided the best way to approach this situation was to reply to each of Flynn's remarks individually. "I am not crazy - I do not have a mental illness of such a severe nature that a person cannot distinguish fantasy from reality, cannot conduct her/his affairs due to psychosis, or is subject to uncontrollable impulsive behavior, as is the clinical definition. You were adopted, Frederick, and I can access those records and bypass the security placed on them if you wish. As for trying to kill everyone... I must confess I do not understand the concept. Trying does not fit into the categories of doing and not doing - of success and failure. Do you mean to imply that I would kill everyone?"

Raynor's eyes flickered open fully. The lights in the room were blinding and he shut his eyes reflexively in an attempt to not go blind. Caught on the edge of awareness, he switched out to English and began speaking in his native tongue - the language of Asgard. "Lana? Er det deg?" he whispered, sounding like he could cry. He knew Sparky was there - he could hear her and once his eyes adjusted, he was going to be able to see her as well. They had managed it... He had saved his true love from certain death.
The Triskelion - Washington D.C.: October 25th, 2020 - 6:30 A.M.
"How did you escape?" Black Widow asked, looking for clarification from Roman. He had said that his parents had died so that way he could live, but he hadn't given her details beyond that. She didn't respond to his remarks about how this was a waste of time - she never let a man tell her whether or not something was worth the trouble. She didn't believe that he was HYDRA, but she needed to be certain. She was here to be thorough and she was going to do just that. No one had come to cut off the debriefing session and the polygraph was still operating, with Roman's powers inaccessible to him.
In Current Mood in One Gif → 7 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark, Dominika Novikova, and Runa Blake
Location: the Baxter Building - New York -> Stark Tower - New York
Skills: Basic Serbian, Eldritch Magic
"I'm fine, sweetheart," October told Annie warmly. "No need to fret about me, I've survived the cruel designs of mankind before." Of course, it was perhaps a bit ironic for her to say that and to be so calm - she had died as a teenager. She never got to reach adulthood thanks to the action of O.M.E.N. agents in Massachusetts. Annie seemed to be rather rattled from all of this. "It's alright, dove."

Guin glanced over at Allison, not really sure how to answer her question at first. "We'll be fine," she then answered, still holding onto Pietro's hand. "...Okay, if she's mad with my dad and they've known each other for a while, he probably slept with her, gonna be honest. My dad was a bit of a whore before he met Pepper." And even a little bit after that. She never really liked meeting her father's old girlfriends, usually since they all reminded her of her mother, Maddie le Fay a.k.a. Madison Cromwell, reality TV star and all around piece of trash. "Pietro doesn't want his memories back, so he's not getting them, got it?" she then snapped slightly, annoyed at Lance for even suggesting that. She didn't want to leave him by himself back at the base and she was definitely going to be going off to get her dad. He was her only family. Her heart then clenched slightly. She needed to say goodbye to her grandparents, before reality reverted back and they died.

"I'm going with the group to Stark Tower, it's my home anyways," she then said bluntly, before turning her attention to her skittish lover. There was still lingering pain inside of her connected to her feelings for him, but he needed her right now so she pushed those things deep down and cupped his face with her hands. "Hey, focus on me..." she whispered, before giving him a kiss. She was hoping it would slow down his thoughts enough and take his mind off of the blood and all. "Volim te, Pietro," she whispered to him in Serbian.

"Volim te, Guina," Pietro muttered, though it seemed like he was starting to calm down ever so slightly.

Guin then leaned her forehead against his, having to stand up on her toes to make up the difference in height. As it was, even with that she was teetering on the edge of falling over - he was almost a foot taller than her. "Volim te više."

Pietro gave her a small smile, falling silent completely now.

She smiled back at him slightly. "Oh? Da li sam tada pobedio? Da li konačno priznaješ da te najviše volim?"

"No."

"Then prove it," she told him with a slight smirk, glad that he seemed to be distracted at least.

"Now probably is not the time Guina," he pointed out, definitely appearing calmer.

She rolled her eyes slightly. "I didn't mean like that - I'm not going to ask you to bend me over a table in front of the freaking Human Torch."

Runa stared at Lance for a moment, before she nodded slightly. His mention of the laws just made her think about her brother, Forseti - he ran the courts on Asgard. He always was going on about justice - yet he had a healthy penchant for retribution as well, for harming those who had harmed you. He believed in an eye for an eye. "Very well - I'll abide by the laws of this land as long as our enemies do the same." Perhaps it was something of a loophole, but she didn't intend it to be that way. If her enemies were going to try to kill, then she wasn't going to hold back, that was all and that was the compromise she was willing to offer.

Concentrating for a moment, she pictured the Human Resistance Headquarters in her mind's eye and she traced a circle in front of her. A few seconds later and there was a portal, surrounded by glowing golden light, for Niah and the others returning to HQ to take. She didn't know if she would be able to hold two portals at once stably, but she had to try at least. Taking another breath, she hoped Idunn would lend her strength as she opened up a second portal, this one opening up on the top floor of Stark Tower right in front of the bar. "Please go through quickly, unless you want to risk being chopped in half if one portal were to collapse."

Novikova didn't need Runa to tell her twice. Her knee hurt like hell but she went through the portal headed to Stark Tower. Her powers had the ability to restore memories, and even if Richards had a device, she didn't know how portable it would be. Once through, she saw the one and only Tony Stark, the Invincible Iron Man, passed out on the couch like a common drunk. "Get up Stark," she ordered, hardly a fan of the man. Hank Pym was a mentor to her after all. She shoved Tony off of the couch, wrinkling her nose. "You smell."

"What the hell was that for and why are you here?"

Novikova didn't feel like going through this charade and she took her glasses off, gazing into Tony's eyes as she restored his memories of the real world. “There, now pull yourself together,” Novi told him sternly. "Your brat is here with her prince." She figured that knowing that his child was there might be good motivation for him - that it would prompt Tony to sober up quickly in order to set a good example for her.

"What the hell is going on... And don't call Guin a brat!"

Novikova rolled her eyes. “Wanda changed reality.”

"Of course she did..."

“Now are you going to keep on drinking whiskey or are you going to help stop her?” Novikova asked. She wanted to douse the man in water to get the scent of alcohol off of him.

"Yeah yeah I'm coming, clearly someone is a bit pushy." Guin then came through the portal, holding Pietro's hand and she looked around, before spotting her father. "Hey there Guin, she a friend of yours?" He asked Guin, nodding towards Novikova.

“Her? No she’s a bitch.”

"Good, glad we are in agreement on that issue."
Casper Theriot
Location: the LeBeau Casino - New Orleans
Skills: Mediumship
Ben made a bit of a face as Anastasia insulted Casper as a way to thank him for helping her. "Biiiiiitch." Casper nodded slightly. Sure, some people figured that he was a simpleton but when he was off drugs and not going through withdrawal, he could actually be incredibly levelheaded. He had a lot of potential when it came to intelligence, Casper just chose to hardly ever use his gift. "Gee, thanks. I can feel the love." He ran a hand through his curly locks of hair. He didn't remember too much of Anastasia from the other reality - what exactly had she done, again? There was so much drama at the Mutant Underground that it was hard to keep track.

"Wait NEXT TIME?!" Ben flipped out. "For fucks sake, don't tell me Jack is actually into this little devil chipmunk!"

Casper had decided to more or less just let Ben continue to complain. "You know, offense taken. Being Midgardian or whatever isn't that bad - there's plenty of cool stuff down here! Why else would the aliens keep on coming back to attack New York?" he pointed out. Klara irritated him slightly, mostly since he actually loved his home planet. Sure, things weren't great - he was a mutant which was never easy and his father was a psychopath - but there were lots of good things about this world too. He had so many good memories of laughing with his friends, seeing the little smile on James' face when he was happy and content, gazing up at the night sky from the rooftop of the Mutant Underground HQ.

"Alright-y then, time to go play heroes..." Casper mused. "Since we're officially on a secret mission - call me Spirit Box. I know, I know, Séance was already taken and Ouija sounds too much like Luigi. "
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: the Morgue
Skills: N/A
Megan's eyes lit up slightly as she saw the second cup of coffee in her adoptive brother's hands. "Just Ms. Duffer," she answered him with a bit of a shrug, walking on over to him and taking the coffee. There was an entire foot of difference between the two of them in height, meaning that Megan had to crane her head in order to look Jack in the eye. She didn't really enjoy talking to his chest if she could help it after all. "If you're here looking for a case, I'm afraid we don't have anything really interesting going on - just natural causes really." Taking a sip of the coffee, the warmth spread throughout her body in a way that nothing else ever really did in her life. The caffeine always helped as well. She was an insomniac, lucky to get more than four hours of sleep a night but that didn't mean she felt rested. She was always running on fumes. Megan waved slightly at Owen as he came into the lab, smelling the aroma of fast food that began to waft throughout the morgue.

It was really for the best that they never really got inspected - since the coffee and the takeout were both major violations of morgue protocol.

"I'm dead on the inside," she answered Owen, as he asked how she was doing. "And of course we're getting into trouble - we're planning an onslaught of demonic forces against the light." She said all of these things with a straight face, taking idle sips of her coffee. She liked her coffee black without much sugar or sweetener, finding that the bitterness tended to help wake her up even more. Of course, even Megan couldn't help but smirk ever so slightly. She knew her obsession with the macabre freaked some people out - and it was amusing at times to watch their reactions. "If you'd like, we can add you to the legion of the damned."

In The Gifted - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose
Washington D.C.: September 10th, 2020 - 9:40 AM
Emma tilted her head, allowing Jinx to fill the room with the sound of his tirade. She did not know too much about him, yet she hardly had needed to. He had been recruited by Shaw, the old Lord Imperial and Black King of the Hellfire Club. Her assessment that he had some brains to him, given that he turned on Shaw, was quickly found to be premature. "Yes, you do deserve something of equal value, don't you child?" Emma asked, her eyes flashing dangerously. She motioned at him with her finger and Jinx flew across the room, stopping a few feet in front of her. The force that moved him had centered itself around his throat and there was just enough pressure maintained there that it would be difficult for him to breathe. "In Rome, political opponents of Caesar would often commit suicide in order to avoid clementia - the pardoning of their sins... It was better to die than to be forgiven by Julius."

"My gift to you is clementia," Emma explained, before there was an intense pressure in Jinx's mind. The telepath had done something to him, but he wouldn't know what it was. The telekinetic grip she had on his throat tightened and Emma's eyes darted over towards Anastasia, as she smiled slightly. "But make no mistake, Peter... The next time you challenge my authority, I will give you the underworld for your kingdom and a coffin for your throne."

She then dropped him to the ground, releasing him from her grip. "Have a safe trip," she then said.

The Three-in-One smirked slightly, before they walked in unison past Jinx and towards the elevator as well, stopping just a pace behind Anastasia. They were snickering amongst each other, clearly having some sort of telepathic gossip session - but at the very least they weren't glaring at Anastasia for having been selected over them at the moment. They needed to all more or less get along on this mission, after all. "I give him a week," Esme bet. "Six days," Sophie countered. "Five," Phoebe concluded. "What about you, Anastasia?" the three then asked in unison.

Magneto's facial expression was largely obscured by the helmet on his face, yet some of the metal in the room had begun to rattle softly. "Yes, who knows," Magneto replied rhetorically, clenching his fist and Jinx's phone was crushed. Polaris was standing by with her arms crossed, impatient to get to the subject of Genosha - it was the entire reason she had come here, after all. The Shakespearean drama unfolding did not interest her greatly.
The Mutant Underground Old HQ...

Colossus nodded and as Sapphire shifted into her human-passing form, he did the same thing. His physique was no longer made out of metal - he instead looked like an ordinary man. An extremely buff and muscular and tall Russian man, but still an ordinary man at that. He hesitated for a moment, realizing that there was no one left behind to watch Magik. He wasn't about to let his little sister be left alone - that was just asking for someone to capture her again. Picking her up gently, Colossus cradled her in his arms. "Da, time to go." Vulcan wasn't going anywhere anyways.

"You know, whenever someone says they'll come up with a plan on the way, that never really happens..." Ben pointed out. "You guys probably shouldn't improvise this."

"Well unless you have any ideas, Ben, then we pretty much will probably just end up winging it," Casper admitted with a shrug. He didn't have much of an idea on how to improve Feedback's powers - her entire point about not being able to deal with landlines was going to be troublesome. Ben wasn't much help either, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. It was hard to keep up with technology when you had been dead for over a decade - things changed so quickly.

"Call landlines and do not stop - jam lines," Colossus suggested to her. He followed Sapphire to the garage and climbed into the van that they on hand, gently lying Magik down in the back before he seated himself as well. It was a bit of a comical sight, especially since Colossus had to hunch his shoulders over in order to fit inside the vehicle.

"Methadone and buprenorphine... And it's too bad we don't have green paint, you'd be a pretty convincing Hulk," Casper complimented Colossus, before climbing into the shotgun seat without even asking the Frosty Oprah if she was fine with that. "How are you at losing control and smashing everything you can see? Oh and do you have purple shorts? Those make or break the entire look, you know..."

"Nyet."

The Cherry Bomb...

The bartender didn't check Leighton's I.D. at all, serving her up her Cosmo in record time with a smile. "Here ya go, miss. Anythin' else I can get for y'all?"

"You know me well then Jacques," Essex said, looking over at Jack. "You seem more then a bit nervous, so why don't you have a seat, perhaps we can get a chance to chat considering it has been a while since we've talked. The two of us also have a lot more in common now than you know."

"Bold of you to assume I'd pay the bill," Havok whispered into Callie's ear with a smirk. He wasn't dumb enough to just loudly announce to the employees here that he intended to stiff them. He sauntered on over to the bar, waving the other bartender on over to him. It luckily didn't take too long. "Two beers, a mess of nachos, and a coke," he ordered, leaning over the bar slightly and bracing himself with his elbows. "Oh and fries if you've got them?"

The bartender nodded, distributing the food to Havok and Havok took the goods, carrying them over to the table that Callie had found. Sunshine had already taken a seat. Sure, she could be a bit of a bully but she wasn't dumb enough to draw attention to herself in places like these. She spent her entire life growing up on the streets and if mutants were going missing here, she sure as hell did not want to be next. Her powers were great, but they could be counteracted with something as simple as a flu shot at times. "These are nachos?" she asked, taking a chip and studying it for a moment, before she took a bite and her eyes widened slightly. "That's so good... Είναι το φαγητό των θεών..." Sunshine then took another bite quickly, enjoying the warm taste of the cheese in her mouth, even if it was entirely artificial.

Havok chuckled. "You never had nachos before?" he asked, a bit surprised as he took a sip of his beer. He pulled his phone out, hoping to see a text from Lorna, but instead he had one from Spark Plug - warning him about the man that was sitting next to Jack. He frowned slightly, scratching his chin. There was something familiar about him but he couldn't put his finger on it. He shot back a quick reply in the group conversation - I've seen him before, no idea where.

"Nope," Sunshine told Havok. She took another bite of the nachos, eating a little slower than she had been earlier but she was still managing to put the cheesy snack away rapidly. "...I've seen that man before, the one the Marshmallow's talking to," she then added, tensing up slightly. "He was at the trial."

"...Think that's our guy?" Havok then whispered softly.

Meanwhile, Veil brushed her hair back yet again, trying to keep the wild mane from getting into her eyes as she saw the text from Spark Plug. She didn't recognize the man and nothing about him seemed to be off to her - he likely was just someone that Jack knew and happened to bump into. Besides, they didn't need all of them surrounding the man. It would only tip off who was responsible for all of this that they were onto him. She did shoot back a quick reply - Don't crowd him. My gut's telling me he's not our guy.

The bartender (not the one who served Leighton) shrugged. "Eh, usually in the afternoon and mornings yeah. The younger crowd's still doing their morning oxy," he answered Luna, before passing her a vodka cranberry. Veil then slipped her phone back away and finished off her drink. "You guys got a restroom?" she asked him, before he motioned towards the back of the bar. "Thanks," she replied, before heading that way.
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, Metal Bending, Eldritch Magic
October nodded, standing over Carolina's fallen form as she used her powers of astral projection. There were so many people present with the ability to control fire, with October being the only female in that group. She had no doubt in her abilities to defend her true love if she needed to. She smiled slightly, watching Allison and Oshea take on Sabretooth together. Love really was a powerful force. "Hey, it's okay... Just take a deep breath, you're okay," Guin told Pietro softly, hoping to calm him down slightly but they didn't have that much time to discuss feelings in the middle of a fight. Annie had created an illusion of the Hulk, Pyro had been knocked out, and Mr. Fantastic had disarmed the human soldiers.

Putting a hand to her forehead, Guin put out a simple telepathic command to the soldiers - "Sleep." It worked like a charm and the soldiers collapsed to the ground, fast asleep. Novikova didn't want to risk them waking up again and she took a breath, reaching out with her powers of metal manipulation and she created metallic restraints, keeping the soldiers from being able to move or fight back if they were to wake up from that telepathic sleep. "Might I recommend we vacate the premises? They'll come back with more if we stay here," she pointed out. Magneto would know that his soldiers had been defeated soon enough and Novikova didn't want to wait around to see who else may come their way.

"Once I take care of that one," Runa muttered to Novikova, before she tried to open a portal up underneath Pyro to drop him in the ocean. Unfortunately, the portal failed. She was getting tired, especially with the ruthless and brutal magic she had used on Mystique. She didn't doubt that the mutant would die with wounds like those, yet she was surprised by Lance's words of caution. It didn't make any sense to her - why leave enemies alive? It was just giving them a chance to come and attack you once more, to kill those you cared for out of revenge. Dead enemies were never something to fear. Their stories had concluded. "That may be how you handle things on Midgard, but I'm not a Midgardian," she reminded him.

"Kid, don't waste your energy," Novikova then told Runa. "If you kill them here, pretty sure they'll come back to life in the real world. So there's no point. But again, we really ought to leave. It won't be long until reinforcements come and I doubt they'll be as easy to defeat the second time."

Guin then moved over to Pietro, putting her hand on his gently. "Hey, are you alright?" she asked him softly. They had a little bit of time now, since all of their enemies were unconscious or bleeding out (or both), and she wanted to make sure that he was fine. He had had a mental break or something of the sort and she loved him. She didn't want to see him in pain. Some of the blood on his hands was now on hers and she tried not to feel sick at the thought.
Casper Theriot
Location: the LeBeau Casino - New Orleans
Skills: Mediumship
Bobbi had taken up shelter behind the bar and she was beckoning for them to go on over and hide there with her. "Ugh, tell her that Jack and Max are not dating!" Ben begged, more than a little bit jealous of the magical mutant and his ability to tell Jack the way he felt. That was one of the worst parts of being a ghost - you never could move on. You never had the opportunity for growth and change, you just stayed the same for all eternity. A small blonde girl marched on over and slapped Max across the face, eliciting a cheer from Ben.

"Yay!!!!"

"You know, that does sound really crazy come to think of it..." Casper mused, as his boyfriend gave a partial explanation for Anastasia that really explained nothing of the sort. And while the others didn't seem to believe that Anastasia had a right to information, Casper decided that it was up to him to explain to her what was going on. "Someone changed the world and took your memories - made you think that all of this is real but it's not," he explained. "... Max, the fuck?" Casper couldn't help but exclaim, seeing Max's shirt vanish and Jack's catch on fire.

"Ugh he's so bad at this..."

Though from what he remembered, it wasn't that unusual for Max's powers to go haywire - he reminded him of the Scarlet Witch in some respects. His brother's shirt was now off, so it seemed that Max had gotten his way for the moment. "Jackie... Do you want me to get you a new shirt or something?" he asked, figuring his brother might be cold.
In Darke Magyk - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@KazAlkemi@eclecticwitch
The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 6th, 12,508 - 12:00 AM
Wizard Way, the Castle...

The thief stared at Cuyler for a moment, clearly never having had someone respond to threats like that before. Her hair was long and wild, the sort that probably broke any brush someone attempted to use on it. "Yer axe, I'll take that then," the thief decided, holding the bow and arrow steady. She wasn't about to discuss with Cuyler where she had gotten these items from, but it would only take a split second for her to let the arrow fly - longer than it would take for Cuyler to swing his blade at her and meet his mark.

Arnora would be able to find Cuyler in the middle of the street rather quickly.
Myrus Silvers
Location: the Vault - the Palace
Skills: Kinetic Energy Charging
"Luna, get out of the way, she could hurt you!" Myrus insisted. Amarantha had already barred her fangs and he knew that she had been close with Luna once, but he didn't really think Amarantha was herself anymore. It was like something demonic had taken over her body. "You're not a threat - you're not a monster, Luna." Amarantha hardly seemed to be phased from the explosion, even as some of her bone became visible. And to make matters worse, Amarantha was now threatening Luna as well! He didn't understand why Ahote wanted to leave and let Amarantha be here. There were so many innocent people in the Palace, servants who had families and children and loved ones... Were they going to leave them at the mercy of Amarantha to save their own lives?

"No, it's wrong," he told Ahote. "Just because we'd be safe doesn't mean everyone else would be... I refuse to let her hurt innocents." His eyes darted around again and he spotted a jewelry box. Snatching it up, he sidestepped around his sister and Ahote, locking eyes with Amarantha as he started to charge the box. His hands were shaking slightly but he was certain in his soul that he was doing the right thing. It was the duty of the Royal Family to protect the Castle - so it was their duty to make sure that Amarantha couldn't hurt anyone again. Valda had already left the vaults, so she was safe at the very least, but Myrus just couldn't do it. He didn't care if Amarantha hurt him, as long as everyone else would be safe.

He then chucked the explosive box at Amarantha, only it detonated too soon, exploding right in front of her rather than making contact. Apollodora had a blade in her hand, ready to intervene but then she shook her head slightly and left the vault as well, running a little bit to catch up with the Queen. "So... Who just are ya going to use those chains on, hmm?" she asked.
Antonije Magnisky & Halley Banner
Location: Room 847 - the Ramblings
Skills: N/A
Antonije didn't really understand what Mona meant by wooshing, having never really thought of a Transport spell in that manner and he never really used Magyk to begin with - he didn't have that gift. He knew what she meant by walking though and he nodded. "We can walk actually, there's tons of taverns in the Ramblings," he explained. A new one seemed to open its doors every week. However, as Myth said that he couldn't have alcohol, Antonije frowned slightly. "I'm an adult. I can have liquor if I want." Her words then clarified for him what Mona had meant by wooshing - she just meant using Magyk to transport. "Oh look, your husband has decided to pretend to care," he pointed out to Myth, before walking over to the door and opening it.

Bruce and Halley were standing on the other side and they would see the charming scene of Antonije and Sylvi's room - covered in blood with a corpse in the middle of the room. They fortunately could not see the screaming ghost. Halley raised an eyebrow. "Seems the mental illness in that lineage has resurfaced," she muttered to herself, figuring that Antonije had been the one to murder the man. She never quite understood her father's insistence on watching the familial lines of those he had known growing up - some of them had so many descendants that it was difficult to keep track of, others had very few. Of course, she knew the stories of his friends - people named Allison, Carolina, Bethany, Annie, Guin, Pietro, Neil, Mary, Mira, Sara, and so many more...

"You know what, wooshing sounds pretty good about now," Antonije muttered bitterly. He didn't really like Bruce all that much and he shared about the same opinion of Bruce's sister. He wouldn't have been surprised if Bruce had no idea where his siblings were at the moment. "What do you two want?" he then asked bluntly. "Well whatever it is, it'll have to wait since we're leaving."

"Stop throwing a fit, boy," Halley scolded, rolling her eyes slightly. "Myth, we found Loki," she then added, motioning to the young girl splayed over her shoulder. "If you're ready, we can return to Asgard soon - Arnora went after Cuyler, seems he was upset at revisiting Wizard Tower."

Antonije shook his head slightly. "Of course they kidnapped a girl..."
Violet
Location: ???
Skills: ExtraOrdinary Magyk
Something about what Fleur said gave Violet an idea - there were only two of them there, but whoever these people in the Hellfire Circle were, they didn't need to know that. They had no knowledge of how many had traveled there with Fleur and Violet. Holding out her hand to Fleur, Violet waited for her to take it. "If we combine our Magyk, we can cast a strong enough illusion to fool them - to convince them that we have a small army here with us," Violet whispered, careful that the wind would not carry her voice.

Her bones then began to tingle and Violet gazed upwards. Those who studied Magyk knew that it was heightened at precisely 3:00 AM - the Witching Hour. Fleur would feel the similar vibration in her body as her powers achieved their daily peak. Of course, Darke Magyk was stronger than Lyte Magyk at this hour as well - it was an important ceremonial time for the Port Witch Coven of old. And while Violet could not remember it, Rowland used to wake her at the Witching Hour in order to study the most powerful and dangerous Magykal spells. "It's the Witching Hour... We must have traveled an eighth of the way around the globe," she whispered, using her knowledge of rough timezones for the approximation. Divide the world into twenty four sections, each corresponding to a time zone, and thus a three hour distance would be an eighth of the world.

"Of course, my Lord... I will whisper in his ear until he agrees to our schemes."

"Good... And now, our visitors from another world - did you retrieve the prophecy?"

"Yes, yes... The King swore to me on his daughter's grave its translation - that to kill the Asgardians, we need to unleash the beast Fenrir..."

"No, there's more to it than that. What else did the prophecy say?"

"The beast can only be unleashed once Beauty is slain..."

"... So it is Baldur then that we must kill. A pity. Is the Avenger in place?"

"She is, but she knows not of our designs."

"Good. Her memories could prove fickle."
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Pym Technologies - San Fransisco: October 25th, 2020 - 3:20 A.M.

Ordinarily, Bonnie would have bit Cass' head off for administering medicine to a patient - there was a reason people had to go to medical school and receive a license in order to do that. But given the circumstances, she let it slide. Cass' injection had been done properly as well which helped. The Keppra was designed to stop seizures, but before it could even properly work, Maria used her powers of absorption on Novikova and the scientist fell still. And before Bonnie could even begin CPR, Tinley had used her powers of mind control and Novikova gasped for air, her eyes opening up widely. Her hair had somehow gone back to its natural silver shade, despite the intensive dye job she had done - was that due to overuse of her powers? "Maria..." Novikova gasped, her eyes darting around wildly. She didn't need Tinley's powers to know that something was seriously wrong with her mind. There was something there that hadn't been there before... something dark.

"... I think there's a glitch in my code," she whispered to her, not daring to look at her girlfriend or anyone else for that matter. Her glasses had been set aside somewhere and she didn't want to have to see all of those realities right now - she had seen so much while helping Vision navigate the Quantum Realm, enough to know that whatever horrors had come their way, it was nothing compared to what was going to happen.

Meanwhile, Raynor's eyes were fluttering lightly - it looked like he was on the edge of consciousness. Thanks to Tempest, his skin had returned to a normal shade and he was breathing evenly. She was right - he was stable now, he would pull through. Bonnie bit her lip slightly, looking over at Tempest as she tried to triage the patients in her mind again. "See what you can do for Novikova," she suggested. There wasn't much Bonnie could do for her right now without extensive scans. The doctor then rose to her feet and walked over to Raynor, kneeling down next to him and checking his vitals. "He's fine, I think," she informed Sparky, mostly double checking on the patient for her peace of mind.

"Dr. Chase - come give Janet a once over," Pym then requested, finally pulling his attention away from his family.

"I'm fine, really," Janet protested. She smiled kindly at Bonnie. "I'm stronger than my husband knows."

Gwen nodded at Harry's question. "Of course I do. Doesn't everyone? I'm the Amazing Spider-Gwen," she introduced herself.

"How is it strange?" Vision asked Pym, the android seeming a little more human and personable with each passing second. "My system is designed to be able to process trillions of bits of information each second and to organize them by relevant connections between content items. I learn as you do, only at an accelerated rate... You are Frederick Flynn, born in Seattle Washington. Your adoption files are sealed and you grew up with several brothers. I've calculated who your birth parents are with 97% accuracy. Would you like me to share that information?"

"Negative, Dr. Niah Bautista," he then answered her. "I am here to help."
The Triskelion - Washington D.C.: October 25th, 2020 - 6:20 A.M.
Natasha ignored Roman's complaints about the cuff. How could they trust him to perform the test properly if he had access to his powers? Of course, everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. knew that polygraphs were hardly a reliable science, but that wasn't the point in using them. No, they were just another tactic of the well seasoned interrogator. People tended to make desperate moves and gambits when they believed there was even a chance of wrongdoing being detected. The real lie detector in the room wasn't the polygraph at all - it was the Black Widow.

"You lost your parents in the Battle of New York - can you describe those events?" Natasha asked, locking eyes with him. She wasn't going to come out and ask him if he was HYDRA. No, she knew that no HYDRA agent with a good cover would be so stupid as to answer affirmatively.
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Leda Storm
Location: Camp Half-Blood - the Barrier
Skills: N/A
Leda rolled her eyes as Zeke offered to look at her hand. The cut wasn't that bad, it was nothing that a little ambrosia couldn't fix. The new girl, the daughter of Aphrodite, curiously seemed to have control over nature. That was something Leda was more used to seeing with the children of Demeter or Dionysus, but she supposed that it wasn't too odd. Demigods had random abilities sometimes and they didn't always make sense at first. She snickered a bit as her sister described Dionysus as crusty. "Oh I bet he's going to be chuffed at that," she teased, wondering if Mr. D would find out or not. She imagined that he would - eventually at least. One of the new kids was claimed by Hypnos and Leda resisted the urge to start teasing the girl and calling her Sleeping Beauty - that could wait for now.

"Mm, Manhattan?" Leda mused. It was an interesting idea. "Could be monsters there but sure, why not," she grinned. She'd be able to run them most of the way there hopefully - or they could swipe a car in order to give Leda a chance to catch her breath and slow down for a little while. It wasn't too far from Long Island either, nowhere near as far as they had had to travel to get Kiera and some of the other demigods what felt like less than a day ago. "Unless of course you're scared."
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