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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: Camp Half-Blood - the Barrier
Skills: Superhuman Speed

Leda's breath caught in her throat and she was paralyzed temporarily, unable to swoop in and save the daughter of Hades with her speed. Just like everyone else there, she could only just watch the horrific act. The blood went everywhere, with the dead creature stabbing the poor girl what must have been fifty times or more. Her knees felt weak and it was just about everything Leda could do to not scream at the sight. Sure, she had seen some horrible things, she was a demigod but... This was a little girl. She could hardly believe it as her sister, Tammy, dismissed what had happened - as if Ash had just tripped and not been brutally killed. Kiera reacted similarly, acting like nothing serious had just gone on.

"Are you bloody joking?" Leda asked, incredulous. "All of you, really, a little girl just died and you're acting like it's the Queen's Jubilee!" Mona at the very least seemed to react like a normal human being and Mary, from what Leda could tell, was shocked. "I don't think I fancy going into town at the mo'," she told them all bluntly, scooping up Ash's body into her arms and getting blood all over her shirt. She couldn't find Ash's head and she took off with a loud BOOM as she rushed to the Big House, finding a secluded room where she set down Ash's corpse gently.

"Chiron! Mr. D! In here!" she shouted, hoping they'd come. At the very least, Ash's body was away from the prying eyes of the younger campers. She didn't want them to be exposed to that sort of thing.

✨ Rebecca Eventide ✨

Location: Camp Half-Blood - the Big House/Infirmary
Skills: N/A

Rebecca had been in the woods where they played Capture the Flag, communing with nature. So many people wrongly thought of the magic as some dark force, connected with demonic spirits and the screaming souls of the deceased. It was so much more than that - it was multifaceted, balancing the darkness with the light. Just as Rebecca could whisper to the dead, she too appreciated being amongst the flowers and giving thanks to the earth for all of her gifts and wonders. Her nature retreat of sorts had just ended and she had made her way back to camp. She thought for a moment about getting something to eat, but the harpies were likely cleaning up by now. She might as well head on over to the Big House and see what potions they needed her to replenish in the infirmary.

Dressed in black with a pull-over, she gently knocked on the wood paneling outside the infirmary to announce her entrance. Some of the children of Hecate had a bad habit of sneaking up on people - Rebecca considered it a courtesy to Zeke. "Hey, I'm going to be brewing quite a bit tonight at the witching hour... What potions do you need?" she asked, assuming she had gotten his attention. She stepped over the threshold and ran a hand through her hair, contemplating braiding it for a moment but she didn't quite feel like putting the effort in. "If you need any plants, I don't mind going through the woods to collect them - the energy is very peaceful there at the moment."

@Nallore

Principles of Biochemistry by Lehninger, 7th Edition (:
10/10 would recommend for books that made me cry






Washington D.C.: September 10th, 2020 - 9:50 AM



Requiem was nowhere to be found, leaving just Anastasia, the Three-in-One, and Jinx in the elevator. The hypnotic mutant must have already left the building, perhaps fleeing the bloody scene and abandoning the Hellfire Club entirely. Given that Emma and the others had just murdered Shaw, maybe he had a good reason to leave the Inner Circle. The Three-in-One couldn't help but laugh, hearing Jinx's thoughts - he was rather loud. "The box was Shaw's, Jinx," they informed him in perfect unison. "His name was Dr. Klaus Schmidt," the girls then added. "His mind was so... vulnerable at the end, we learned so many things." Of course, that was largely due to the efforts of Anastasia and Jinx.

"We need to get back on track," Esme interjected, pressing the button for the garage. They had some military grade vehicles there that the Three-in-One had in mind for this job. And while Anastasia held the title of White Queen, the girls still had more experience than her and they felt they could make these choices. It would be up to Anastasia to make a show of strength and power for them to see her as something other than an equal. Once the elevator reached the garage, the Three-in-One walked out and over to what looked like a military jeep, only it had far more toys. It was the sort of car that would appear in a James Bond movie. "We're driving," they announced, as Sophie got into the driver's seat. Esme got into the shotgun seat and Phoebe sat directly behind her. "Don't touch anything, Jinx," the Three-in-One added.

JFK Memorial Hospital...

It wasn't too long for them to reach the hospital. There was a visitor's parking lot where Sapphire would be able to park the car, but it wasn't directly in front of the hospital - that was where the ambulances were supposed to go, in order to allow them to get patients into the hospital as quickly as possible. Casper couldn't help but be slightly nervous at the hospital. In his experience, hospitals were some of the most haunted places in the world - so many people died in them. At least James was giving him easy questions, having been on these medications a few dozen times himself. "Methadone is a pain killer, but it also treats opioid addiction - I've had it injected and taken it as pills before, it's a white circular tablet," he explained. "Buprenorphine is the same idea, it's also a white circular pill... I think it might also be called Suboxone."

However, Casper wasn't really sure where in the hospital those pills would be kept. He had an inclination that it would be in the vault, just since that seemed to be about appropriate for their luck. Nothing could ever be easy.

"I'm surprised he isn't freaking out over your knowledge of drug addiction," Ben commented, hovering vaguely over Casper's shoulder in the car. "But are you sure you'll be fine in there, Casper? There's lots of souls... And if they notice you can see them, they might attach themselves to your soul."

"You mean like you did, Ben?" Casper replied rhetorically, but he nodded slightly. He was worried. He didn't want to see the legion of the dead floating down the hallway towards him, screaming at him to reunite them with their loved ones.

Colossus nodded at Feedback's suggestion, finding it to be an insightful and clever strategy. "Da, redirect doctors," he agreed. It was up to the three of them to create some sort of distraction, but they didn't need to do it instantly - they could wait until Casper, James, and Sapphire had made some progress in the hospital. They just needed to time it perfectly, to cause the perfect distraction once those three needed it the most. With the car stopped, Colossus hunched down and climbed out, holding the door open for Feedback and Moonwalker. "Come, let us go to hospital gift shop - we can buy bear for Illyana."

"We will cause distraction in ten minutes," he informed the other group. It would help them with their timings to know when they would make sure chaos occurred to draw attention away from them.

The Cherry Bomb...

Sunshine shook her head. "He was just someone in the crowd, not a witness or anything - and it's hardly like they let me go and talk to people to meet them once the judge passed his verdict..." her voice trailed off and there was a slight distant look in her eyes. That had been one of the worst days of her life. Her newfound family had been ripped away from her, all because Purifiers had burned down the apartment complex and blamed the mutant runaways. The police sided with the extremists and sent most of Sunshine's family to Mutant Super-Max, whereas she had been sent to juvenile detention as she hadn't turned eighteen yet. That was when Sunshine learned to hate humans - no matter what she did, they were always going to think the worst.

"... Sorry kid, that's rough," Havok told Sunshine sympathetically. Her behavior and mannerisms reminded him a lot of Sapphire at times. Both of them were incredibly scarred people, the past continually shaping their future no matter what they did. He grimaced, wanting to ask what she had been on trial for but he knew better than to ask. Somethings were better left unsaid.

"Yeah, well, whatever," Sunshine shrugged. "I don't need pity." And since Spark Plug had gotten up to go on after Veil, she didn't stop herself from eating the nachos quickly. Food was never guaranteed in her experience, and especially in juvi, she had to eat quickly or the bigger kids would take the food from her once they finished their own. It was all a survival mechanism.

"I don't pity you, kid."

It wasn't too long for the bartender to serve Max his drink and food, still waiting to hear what Leighton wanted to order. Veil pushed open the grimy door to the bathroom and she looked around the sinks quickly, hoping what she was looking for would be there. "Shit..." There weren't any hairpins - she was hoping to find one, just in case they needed to pick a lock. And beyond the general lack of hygiene in the restroom, there was nothing to tip her off to a conspiracy to kidnap mutants and turn them into drugged up slaves.

She turned around, seeing Spark Plug come in after her. "Nothing in here from what I can tell. How about I cloak us and we try poking around the door heading to the basement?" she suggested. As long as they didn't take too long, she doubted the bartenders would notice their absence. Judging from the state of the stalls, people spent ages in this bathroom doing drugs or having intercourse anyways. Worst case scenario, the bartenders probably would just assume they were a pair of lesbians going at it.


Megan Pendragon

Location: the Morgue
Skills: Forensic Pathology

"Legion of the Damned, the Dead is an entirely different thing," she couldn't help but correct her boss. She smiled slightly at him, somehow appearing innocent during it. She had been told before that her smiles could make people uncomfortable, but given that she never had living patients, her bedside manner never mattered too much. She followed him on over to the cold locker, peering at the body with interest. It was mostly the location that struck her, especially given the letter she had received earlier. The victim had died at the very orphanage she had been left at over a decade ago - her memories of that time were incredibly dim. She couldn't even recall how she had gotten there or where she had come from.

She tilted her head slightly, noting the massive burn on the body. "That's what killed him," she informed her brother. He was rather short, about her own height, and obese. "It doesn't seem he's your type, I'm sorry to say," Megan mused. "Mind helping me get him onto the slab? Unless of course you're eager to run off to the orphanage..." Megan then fell silent for a moment, thinking. "... I wonder if this has something to do with this letter I received, warning me about grave danger and my birth parents." She then pulled the letter out to show to her brother, curious to see what the detective would think.



The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 6th, 12,508 - 12:10 AM

Wizard Way, the Castle...

The ice encasing the thief melted by some sort of strange force, before evaporating entirely as the girl rose to her feet. "Yes, it was," she answered Cuyler, the accent from before melting away. Her voice seemed ancient and regal now, dating back to a time older than even the Myth of Four. There was a singular braid in her hair and on her palm was a tattooed symbol. Arnora's sword hardly scared her and she didn't seem surprised to here that they had captured Loki.

The woman laughed slightly, the sound of her voice almost seeming to melt into the air around her, it was such a strange sensation. And as she began to speak, the thick accent she had been sporting proved to be a ruse. Her true voice was archaic and old, whispering of times long since forgotten, beyond the reach of recorded history. "Oh boy, forgive me but I need you to drink the waters of Mimir - and you cannot do that with two eyes." It would take a moment for Cuyler and Arnora to recall who she was, but it would then become apparent - she was Sága, daughter of Borr, attendant of Frigga and sister of Odin. She was the goddess of history, as well as a powerful seeress - the very one who foresaw the fiery destruction of the Nine Realms in Ragnarok.

It had been thousand of years since anyone had seen Sága.

Myrus Silvers


Location: the Vault - the Palace
Skills: N/A
Amarantha's boast was a bit off - she had been working for the Royal Family for less than a year. They had not yet even reached the one year anniversary of Queen Valda's coronation. And as she offered choices to the prince, Myrus kept this in mind. He wasn't about to let Amarantha go - he had to think of all the innocent people out there that could be endangered. If Amarantha were to go and feed off of them, it would be his fault - he would have allowed a monster to go free. "And let her go free to hurt someone else?" Myrus asked Ahote, looking appalled. "Whether they're from the Castle or not... They don't deserve to be murdered. No one does..."

"...And if there is a cure, then if she's here in the dungeons we can give it to her," he then added. He felt a little guilty at the idea of locking Amarantha up, but he couldn't see a way around it. If they didn't know Amarantha, would they have hesitated? He was certain that she would have been slaughtered without a second thought - she was being shown mercy based on who she was and that wasn't fair. He couldn't just let her walk freely. "Let's keep her in Dungeon One - and we can get the Physik Women on a cure."

Meanwhile outside of the vaults, Apollodora nodded. "Oh, you could use the chains on me - definitely. But it wouldn't last very long - those chains would stop the only thing keeping me alive and I would fade from existence. And when I cease to exist, then I won't have been here to tell you about the chains, putting them back in the vault and away from you," she reasoned. "As for why you should trust me... Honestly, I'm not really chuffed about having to prove my worth. I'm here to fix the timeline, that's all. But how about some good will?"

"Ask me a question about the future and I'll answer truthfully, luv."

Antonije Magnisky & Halley Banner


Location: Room 847 - the Ramblings -> Asgard
Skills: Chaos Magyk
"...I'm almost eighteen..." Antonije muttered under his breath, but he didn't fight with Myth too much. In fact, he almost seemed a little bit happy to have her refer to him as one of her children - his adoptive mother, Constance, had been less than loving. She would either neglect him or beat him, there was rarely any in between. The smile vanished as Bruce started to detail his family drama, mentioning that the young girl was actually his uncle... Asgardians could be so incredibly weird at times.

However, he did perk up slightly as Bruce mentioned the potential for a cure. If they could reverse what was done for Sylvi, her life wouldn't be one of murder and bloodshed, and she would be safe from Violet's wrath. He put a protective arm around Sylvi, pulling her close to him. "Alright, call your witch sister, see what she can do," Antonije then agreed. For now, maybe the swamp witch's idea of the bloodstone would help. She had fallen rather quiet all of the sudden he couldn't help but notice.

"Let us return to Asgard then - I can then come back here to retrieve Arnora and Cuyler," Halley reasoned. "Nova can attend to the girl - or perhaps a healer..." It would be a little bit awkward to bring a Midgardian to Asgard for healing, but it was certainly not the first time in history that it would have happened. They needed a clear path for Heimdall to open up the BiFrost to and Halley took a deep breath, bending reality as she waved her hand up above them. Suddenly, Antonije and Sylvi's room was open to the night sky.

"I best be off..." Mona awkwardly said, before the witch left the room quickly for some reason unknown.

"Right, Heimdall, open the BiFrost please," Halley called out. There was a brilliant beam of light, comprised from every color in the rainbow and then a few that none of the Midgardians had seen before or would even know how to name, and it engulfed the group. They were moving at immense speeds and great force, only for the sensation to stop as they landed in a spherical, open chamber.

"Welcome to Asgard," Heimdall greeted. His hands were on a lengthy and brilliant sword and as he removed it from the pedestal, the rainbow light vanished. Up ahead there was a rainbow bridge, heading towards Asgard proper - the kingdom of the gods.

Violet


Location: ???
Skills: ExtraOrdinary Magyk
Violet nodded, stepping out of the shadows with Fleur. She was channeling her Magyk into supporting Fleur's illusion of an army and it seemed to be working for the moment. The main trouble was that the illusion would not be capable of doing any damage beyond the psychological. There were some witches and wizards throughout history that made physical illusions, ones capable of harming the target, but it was a lost art. "I would recommend listening to her carefully, demons," Violet warned. "Her beauty is only matched by her danger."

Lord Hellfire rose from his throne. Now that they were no longer peering from the shadows, it was rather obvious the material it was crafted from - human skulls. "I know who you are, Witch Messiah..." Hellfire said, smiling slightly at her. "But the question is, do you know? Do you know the royal blood flowing through your veins?" he asked. "Search your feelings, you know it to be true... You are the Heir to the Demon, daughter."

Violet frowned slightly, her eyes darting over to Fleur. Was this just a trick, a psychological ploy to get Fleur to call off her imagined army? Or was this Lord Hellfire really Fleur's father? Her instincts told her that it was just a grand deception, that there was no truth to his words. "Only desperate men speak in lies," she told him harshly. "Speak another lie and I'll have your tongue." She knew that he was guilty of gross crimes, the throne of skulls told her that and everything she had overheard only confirmed it.

"Quiet, girl," Lord Hellfire said, dismissing Violet. "This is a family affair - as it always was and always will be."


John Watts


Location: Outside the Big Bad's HQ
Skills: Molecular Oscillation
Watts' momentum had been brought to an abrupt halt, thanks to the mystery swordwoman. His first instinct was to vibrate his molecules quickly enough to phase through the swords, but he wasn't able to manage it. Ordinarily, he would have just added more speed serum into his body, but with four swords pointed at him he hardly had room for movement - even just trying to phase had resulted in some cuts. "... Spiral, isn't it?" he mused, staring at her. It was hard to not know who she was - very few people had so many extra limbs in the superhero community. He noted the glowing aura on her hands and remembered another piece of trivia -

Spiral didn't have a cause. "You know, I can't believe that you're working for them - they're really quite beneath you, aren't they? They're petty squabbles and grabs for power... It must be so frustrating to watch them become consumed by emotion, only to fail against heroes. That's the rules of this world isn't it? Heroes always win and villains always lose," he chuckled slightly. "But you're not a villain - or a hero - are you? It's a shame you picked this side, Serval lets us live like kings... More money than you could possibly know what to do with, the freedom to come and go as you please, all without the annoyance of something as silly as a cause... But hey, I get it - you chose the wrong side. I respect you for not wanting to switch, even if the grass is greener... And let's not even talk about all the adoring fans screaming your name as you are showered in fame and prizes..."
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