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In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Natsu
The Hub - San Fransisco: December 24th, 2020 - 7:10 P.M.
The Common Room...

Raynor was moderately annoyed that Maria was trying to steal his thunder. He had rigged the Secret Santa selection to ensure that he would get Sparky, that way he could give her the ring and ask her to marry him. After everything he had been through with the Secret Warriors, the one constant had been her. It had always been about Sparky. He begrudgingly figured that Maria probably felt similarly about Novikova, but he was a bit selfish. He couldn't help his nature.

"Aww, it's beautiful, bae," Novikova said with a smile, hugging her fiancée back. She slipped the ring out of its box and onto her hand, admiring the way the jewels reflected the light. Yet there was a question then - if Maria hadn't been her Secret Santa, who was it? She got up from where she was, noticing that Tinley seemed to like the gifts she had gotten for her. Novikova was both angry and happy. And then a thought occurred to her - had Tinley been her Secret Santa? "Abercrombie - was this you?" Novikova asked, her shades hiding the raw emotion in her eyes.

She hated and loved Tinley - she wanted to hug her and she wanted to punch all of her teeth out. She blamed Tinley for her dismissal from S.H.I.E.L.D., but at the same time they were all a family - this team was more than just a job. She hated Tinley the way one hated a loving sibling. "Did you do this?" Novikova added, a bit of an edge to her voice.

Bonnie was doing her very best to stay out of whatever drama Novikova was about to cause. The ex-agent was clearly drunk and with Novikova's powers, that was hardly a good recipe. She figured that Tinley could handle her if things got out of hand - and if not, Maria could always slip off a glove and knock her unconscious. She smiled slightly as Matt opened up his gift. She hadn't been sure what he liked, so she got him everything a person would need to destress after a long week at S.H.I.E.L.D. There were two movie tickets as she didn't know if he had a special someone in his life, and even if he didn't, movies were always more fun with a friend. The wine was for getting a good happy buzz, the chocolate had a similar idea, and then the fuzzy socks were for keeping warm while watching telly. It hadn't even occurred to her that they could be seen as date night gifts.

"I can test everyone's DNA tomorrow - or maybe the day after," Bonnie volunteered. She only considered maybe waiting an additional day since tomorrow was Christmas and she didn't know if everyone would be on base. They were supposed to be here, but she figured at least a few would go to a Church service. Christmas tended to get everyone to go to mass. She then smiled slightly, petting Max the dog. "He's pretty cute - are you going to keep him?" she asked Flynn.

Raynor nodded at Sparky, getting down on one knee even though she had the ring box in hand. In an instant, it suddenly didn't matter anymore that Maria had tried to steal his thunder - he just cared about what Sparky would say next. "Theresa Sparks... Will you marry me?" Raynor asked her simply. He could have talked about how much she meant to him, that she was really his only family, that she was his best friend, and that in the other timeline, all he had wanted to do was go home to her. But something about keeping things simple just felt right to him. He knew that he wasn't perfect, but she was.

In Harry Potter and the Alchemist's Quest - Discontinued → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@Achronum@Nallore@Natsu@Kirah@TrainerBlue192@Framing A Moose
September 1st, 1984 - 11:10 A.M.
Compartment 1 -

Penny gave a friendly wave to Mary as she went into the compartment, but her attention was largely on Artemis as he mentioned her baby sister, Beatrice. "She's so chuffed," Penny said sweetly. "She's in compartment 15, I think, playing Exploding Snap with a mate from back home. I can't believe it though, Arty, we're prefects and my baby sister is finally here - this year is going to be completely rad!"

Once everyone arrived in the compartment, the Head Girl and Boy took a moment to introduce themselves. They then went into the logistics of the role. Prefects could take and award up to 15 house points, although it was frowned upon to award points to your own house. They were expected to assist in patrolling the corridors once every fortnight in pairs, at a time assigned by their head of house. The fifth year prefects were responsible for leading the first years to their common room after the feast that evening. Gryffindor and Slytherin prefects should see their head of house at some point during the feast to retrieve the password.

"And lastly, we're holding the Celestial Ball this year. We need one or two people to take charge of planning the event, largely coordinating and delegating tasks, and deciding the theme and timing," the Head Boy said.

Penny's eyes lit up. She had heard rumors that the Celestial Ball would be held this year - it never operated on a traditional calendar - and she was instantly enthused. Of course, she was working for Professor Snape as a potions tutor, so her schedule didn't allow for her to lead the planning but perhaps someone else would be interested.

They would be able to see the trolley witch outside, waiting for any sweet requests from compartments 1,2,3, and 4.

Compartment 3 -

The trolley witch would poke her head into the compartment. "Anything from the trolley, dears?" Her cart was parked in between compartments 1,2,3, and 4. It was laden with all of the usual wizarding sweets, from pumpkin pasties to chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. The trolley was part of Honeydukes, a sweet shop in Hogsmeade village not too far from Hogwarts.

Compartment 6 -

Nothing of note is happening here, although Fae and Elizabeth will be able to see the trolley witch not too far away from them down the corridor.
Paige Atwell
Location: Compartment 13
Magic: N/A
Hestia hissed at Goose, though her act of defiance was cut short as Paige picked her up and set her down on her lap, petting the little ball of anger and destruction. "She needs more pets, she thinks she's neglected," Paige said with a slight laugh, scratching Hestia behind her ears. The black kitty started to purr loudly, as if she was trying to prove to Goose that she was having more fun being pet than he was. Everything was a competition with that cat.

Paige grimaced sympathetically, knowing what it was like to have a sibling you didn't want anything to do with. Her own brother was in the wind, a Death Eater loyal to You-Know-Who. She didn't want to imagine what sort of trouble he had gotten himself into - and she certainly didn't want to see him again. The ministry raid on their house had been a painful awakening as to what sort of person Simon had been at Hogwarts. "Yeah, the Prophet's got my mum on that story. She's going around from house to house, interviewing the victims' families... It's sick, isn't it?" Paige lamented. She always felt closer to her father than her mother. "You-Know-Who is gone, so now people are making money off of all of this stuff. Did you see today's paper, what Skeeter wrote?" Paige asked.

She pulled a copy out of her bag - her house always had the latest copy on hand - and she handed it on over to Zelda. "I wouldn't be surprised if they had tried to interview Harry Potter in his nappies," Paige argued.
In The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹
Location: Smallville?
Skills: Investigation
He stared at the ginger next to him for a minute, sizing her up. There had only really been two gingers present - Madalyn Pryor and then the one from X-Factor, Evelyn. She didn't look like the devil incarnate, so he figured that she ha to be Evelyn. Pryor hadn't been there with them after Spiral pulled them through the portal as well, another point towards it having to be a member of the X-Factor team. There wasn't much that he could do just standing here and yelling at Mojo. There was a large house nearby, maybe he'd find some answers there. He spotted a blonde and a brunette walking towards the house as well, looking like they were about 10 or 11 years old too. Mojo must have turned them all into little kids.

Were the others in the house then?

"Come on, we need to regroup," he told Evelyn, even though he didn't feel like a member of the X-Factor. He had gone to kill Madalyn Pryor in order to avenge his father. Sure, Serval Industries was supposed to be his by birthright, but Arthur had no interest in it. He couldn't function in a normal society after what had happened on Krakoa. He needed a mission, a quest, some goal to work towards that involved his agility and archery prowess. Reaching the house, he opened up the front door and went inside, spotting another blonde and a brunette in the living room.
⚡John Watts⚡
Location: Smallville?
Skills: Bioengineering, Perception, and Parenting
It didn't take a genius to put together that AJ was indeed Andrew, the Cupcake Eater. But since Watts was indeed a genius, he was able to glean more than just that from the situation. He had three PhD's, one of which was in bioengineering. He was incredibly perceptive and he also was a parent, well versed in the odd things that could happen to kids as he had worried and fretted over his own kids when they were small. His amazing deduction? Andrew was suffering from severe brain damage due to everything that had happened to him, causing him to revert to this childlike state of confusion. "Your name is Andrew," Watts told him very matter of factly. "My name is John - but you call me Watts."

Watts then took the cupcake, a bit amused that somethings were the same even with the brain damage. There were pieces of Andrew's suit all over the room and his paternal instincts kicked in. There was no way he could let Andrew be unsupervised with all of this technology - he could kill himself easily! "You shouldn't play with that, it's not a toy," Watts said, taking the helmet away from him. "I can help you fix it, but only if you promise me - swear on your life - that you'll listen to whatever I say. I'm very serious. You don't know what you're doing and you could get yourself killed messing with these things."

"Now, eat a cupcake and then we're going to go look for the others. They're probably here. Or maybe this is hell."
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Galactus' Ship (Team 1)
Skills: Telepathy
Guin raised a slight eyebrow as Beth rested her hand on her shoulder, but she didn't say a word. She was more touch sensitive than she used to be, but that was largely because she had only had her mutant abilities for a few years now and one of them was touch activated. But with the clunky yet sleek Iron Man suit, that hopefully wasn't too much of an issue. Or at least, she hoped her father hadn't designed these suits to allow her to switch with people through them. "I thought the Avengers and the Fantastic Four were going to draw out his herald?" Guin cursed. The news they received from Allison and Beth didn't bode well at all.

A brief mental scan of the hallway revealed nothing. Her heart was hammering and she didn't want to go up against the Silver Surfer blind. Using her comm device, she managed to get a hold of the Invisible Woman. "Mrs. Fantastic? I need you to tell me how to deal with the Surfer. He's guarding the device," she said over the comms.

"...The Silver Surfer is not someone you actually want to have to fight if you don't have to. You might be able to reason with him in some way, but to fight him head on would be suicide. You'd need to find a way to either convince him to help you, or find a way to outsmart him."

"What's his intelligence and wisdom modifiers? Wait, no, don't answer that. Thanks," Guin then cut the line. "Miss Disappear says that we shouldn't try fighting the Silver Surfer. We should try reasoning with him instead or outsmarting him. So kinda like how we were supposed to fight Pietro back at the Power Plant," Guin explained. Her mind briefly came up with the idea of doing Get Help and throwing someone at the Silver Surfer as a distraction.

"...I don't know if I should be insulted by that comment."

"You do realize the plan back then was definitely not to trick you into flirting with me, right? Though... Maybe we should try that here."

"Not my fault you caused me to fall onto you! Also what do you mean by that?"

Guin shrugged slightly. "What if we tried flirting with the Silver Surfer as a distraction? We're all hot girls here, except for Pietro. And while we're busy doing that, we can send Pietro in to grab the device and then Mister Wonderful can beam us all up home."

"...I don't like this idea."
Neil Spellman
Location: Galactus' Ship (Team 3)
Skills: Telekinesis and Minor Molecular Combustion
Neil was a bit confounded by Iris' behavior. She seemed like she was trying to be a cheerleader or a bard - and he didn't honestly know how to tell the difference between the two of them in this situation. Iris didn't have pom poms, but she also wasn't singing or playing the lute. Sara sent another sonic screech at the monkey, but the gorilla still wasn't down! Maybe there was a different strategy they needed to consider. If just hitting the gorilla wasn't enough to rapidly deplete its hit points, maybe they needed to get creative. They were in a gigantic space ship - odds were, there had to be another level beneath them. They probably weren't at the very last level right about the cold vacuum of space.

It was a stupid idea, but it might just be the type of stupid they needed to get rid of the gorilla before anyone got hurt. Well, more hurt. Iris had been flung around like a rag doll by the gorilla, managing to burn him slightly so his fur was singed. Focusing on the ground around the gorilla, Neil combined his mutant powers. He used his telekinesis to cut in a circle around the monkey, his molecular combustion to blow the circle up slightly, creating a large gaping hole. The gorilla fell on through the hole and Neil tentatively peered down, seeing what looked like a bottomless pit. "...Let's keep on moving, then."

Gritting his teeth, he used his telekinesis to move some of the fallen trees to cover up the hole, hopefully keeping anyone else from falling down and joining the telepathic ape. His nose was bleeding slightly from the exertion of his powers, but he didn't care. They had a world to save.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈 and ✨ Rebecca Eventide ✨
Location: Camp Half-Blood - Divine Cabins
Skills: N/A
Rebecca wasn't really surprised when Mary dismissed her suggestion of checking horoscopes. Many demigods here relied on the words of the Oracle as gospel, yet dismissed other versions of prophecy (admittedly rather minor in comparison). She supposed it had to do with the number of charlatans and frauds in the world. "You may wish to consider consulting them, Marygold - they can provide wisdom and counsel," Rebecca said softly, smiling slightly at the ginger demigoddess. The blind girl embarking on the Quest approached them and Rebecca mentally kicked herself for forgetting to introduce her to her blind sister. Her sister had been exhibiting some anger issues over her lack of vision lately and it seemed that Janelle did not share those.

As Kristin thanked her, Rebecca gave her a polite nod. "Of course. I'm happy to help." She had to wonder where Zeke was. The rest of the Questing party had already assembled here. Perhaps he was regretting volunteering for this mission. She ought to have given him some herbs to inspire courage. But then again, there was only so much she could do. He didn't believe in the power of crystals, and yet, Rebecca was certain that having some crystals on hand was exactly what he needed in order to be successful. Boys could be so silly at times.

Leda shook her head slightly at Kiera. "Nah, couldn't quite kip last night," she answered. "Ended up reading Harry Potter mostly, not quite sure when I did finally manage to turn in but... C'est la vie. I'll live." She figured she could catch up on her sleep once they managed to return from the entire Camp Jupiter affair. Traveling as a demigod was never really conducive to getting a good night's rest, so she had no intention of even trying to get a full eight hours every night on this trip. And when demigods adventuring did manage to sleep, their dreams tended to be visions of ominous doom and peril. It was hardly a relaxing recipe.

She groaned, hearing that they'd have to wait thirty minutes to leave. She wanted to get on with it! "Are they bloody serious? Another half hour? That's torture..." she complained. Like most of her siblings, her gift of speed was also a curse. Time felt like it was strangling her on some occasions, particularly when it involved having to wait. The world moved to her so slowly. It was like she was in line at the ATM behind at least five people who had no idea what they were doing and she was running late for an important exam. "I just want to get on with this."
In The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹
Location: Smallville?
Skills: Investigation
Arthur had added the android to his list of enemies privately in his mind, after she denied him vengeance for his father. He didn't need to question Pryor. He learned everything he needed to know from her and anything else could be obtained from one of her underlings. Each minute Pryor was allowed to draw breath meant another minute that his father's soul could not rest. The alien slug they had encountered and the portal had been an unwelcome surprise. But nothing could compare to the shock of finding himself on what looked like a farm, trapped in the body of a twelve year old.

He wasn't the most talkative of people and his eyes twitched slightly, before he spotted a bow and arrow about the right size for his little body. Arthur quickly snatched them up. He couldn't risk being unarmed. Krakoa taught him that. Was this another illusion? Or was it... magic? Arthur wasn't certain. But he did know one thing - the slug was officially on his list of people to slay. And once he did that, he was going to ensure that Pryor was six feet under - permanently.

There didn't seem to be any obvious way to escape from this place. The slug - Mojo, he recalled hearing some rumors about him - had trapped them here. "Mojo, what do you wa-ant?" Arthur called out, his voice cracking on the last word.
⚡John Watts⚡
Location: Smallville?
Skills: Bioengineering
Watts didn't remember much of what happened after he had collapsed. His memories leading up to it were a little bit foggy as well. Watts' mind practically short circuited as he realized he had no idea where he was. He glanced down, realizing that he wasn't wearing his suit. He had on a bow tie and a blue collared shirt and shorts - the sort of outfit he had worn when he was just nine years old. His hands went to his face next, feeling skin as smooth as a baby's butt. "I'm dreaming..." Watts muttered to himself, his voice high pitched and a bit girlish.

The watch for the speed serum was still on his wrist, but it wasn't sleek and professional looking. It had little a little Spock sticker on it, clumsily placed. "Maybe a coma..." he added, remembering that he had used too much of the serum. Was he having a heart attack in real life? "Simple. Broca’s area and Wernicke’s area should be dormant if that's the case," Watts concluded, getting off of the couch. His sneakers lit up as he hit the ground and Watts raised an eyebrow. His daughter had loved light up shoes when she was little.

Glancing around the messy lab, he found a book - The Star Trek Encyclopedia: A Reference Guide to the Future. He flipped through it and found that he could read all of the text perfectly. Broca’s area and Wernicke’s area were functioning perfectly, then, leading Watts to only one conclusion. "...I'm awake..."

His head then snapped to the right, hearing a little kid scream out after a crash. Despite being a little kid in all technicalities, his paternal instincts kicked in and he ran to the next room, only to spot a young boy. "Don't touch these things, you'll get hurt! Idiot!" Watts scolded. "You're too little. Where are your parents?"
In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose
Washington D.C.: September 10th, 2020 - 1:30 PM
The Training Room - Shaw Industries...

Emma and Reeva watched with interest as Max took the initiative and attempted to attack Magneto. "He has raw power, yet lacks control and strategy," Emma mused into her colleague's mind. Reeva nodded her agreement. "We could use someone of his destructive capacities..." Reeva thought. "He's expendable. He lacks royal blood," Emma added, before she dissolved the telepathic connection. She smiled sweetly, using her telekinesis to gently raise Max up to his feet.

"Your niece, I take it?" Magneto scoffed to Emma, before coming down from his heights to the ground to face Leighton. "Miss Frost, you're young by no fault of your own. It is a time that mutants come together, rather than apart," Magneto warned her, before rolling up his sleeve to reveal the numbers the Nazis tattooed onto his skin. "My people have suffered one Holocaust - I will not allow another."

"I think I just got bingo," Polaris muttered under her breath. She didn't speak with her siblings often at all, but she knew her father's tendencies. She had a small bingo card she made up with them in her room, just as a way to pass the time while here with the Hellfire Club. One of the spots happened to be reminding everyone of the Holocaust.

"Leighton and Maximillian are considering joining us," Reeva answered Anastasia, before looking pointedly at Polaris and Magneto. "They're interested in helping to establish a mutant homeland."

"Indeed," Emma chimed in, internally sighing slightly. She sensed that her niece did not trust her and she personally found her objections to Magneto to be a bit hypocritical. "Leighton, darling, Erik is the White King of this group. I understand your skepticism, but it is misplaced. All Erik has done was for mutants, yet the press and the media have labeled him as a terrorist, as it fits their narrative that humans are destined to own the Earth... that mutants must fall."

"Of course, you may wish to speak to Polaris," Reeva recommended. "She joined us recently - she previously ran the Atlanta branch of the Mutant Underground. And I believe you're familiar with her beau, Havok, yes?"

"I don't have time for those with wavering commitments," Magneto snapped. "If what is going on outside these very walls is not enough to convince them, then there is no use in trying to recruit them. They lack the strength needed to build a nation! This boy is undisciplined, sloppy - and your niece, Emma, has never suffered. She doesn't know pain."

"Collars are disarmed," Sage announced, staying out of the spat otherwise.

The Raft - Location Classified...

"Wanda certainly seems to think you're a burden," the Three in One taunted. They knew that their mother dear wouldn't let them rot in these cells, even if she had overlooked them in favor of Anastasia for the position of White Queen. The sun would shine on them again, they were certain. A familiar hum filled their ears as their collars deactivated. "It's time to play," the triplets declared, their eyes glowing the unnatural blue that indicated their powers had activated.

Wanda smirked slightly, noticing that the collars were down and her hands started to have a sort of reddish swirl around them. "This will be fun," she said, before she glanced over at the guards, her eyes glowing. The cell around her shattered entirely, and she sent a flash of red spiraling towards the 6 guards in the area, the red seemingly separating before it seemed to completely surround them. "Anyone ever tell you, never under estimate me." With that, the guards collapsed, as she had trapped them in their worst nightmare.

"Sorry dear, we have to borrow one," the Three in One said. "Open our cell," they instructed one of the guards, taking over his mind. He abruptly stood up and walked over to them, punching in his unique passcode on the lock of the cell, before opening the door. Sophie then took his gun and shot the guard in the head, as her sisters went and took weapons from the other guards.

"Hurry up, Jinxy," they teased. "Lovely work, Scarlet Witch. We've so missed you."

"Try not to cause an explosion as you leave - I'm fond of this cell, boy, and I can't have you move its location one inch. Do you understand?" Doom threatened, not alluding at all as to why he needed his cell to remain exactly where it was. Perhaps there was something more than what meets the eye, but Jinx wouldn't have too much time to question it. He needed to get out of his cell.
New Mutant Underground Hideout...

"How many people have you killed, blondie?" Sunshine asked Glimpse defensively. She felt like the pixie cut sporting mutant was judging her, but how could Glimpse even begin to comprehend Sunshine's life? Sunshine had been abandoned when she was just six years old. She had been forced to live on the streets, to fight in order to survive. Her second family was taken away from her and thrown into a Mutant Super-Max, while Sunshine herself was discarded like garbage. She had killed to protect the Morlocks, whereas Princess Braddock hadn't been there when they needed her - when Erg needed her. "Your butler, maybe? Or the maid for not bringing you enough pillows?"

Negasonic smirked slightly, still tapping away on her phone. Magik couldn't help but start giggling. The smile looked unnatural on her face. "Your name is Sunshine, da? So sweet for such viciousness. I like that." Sunshine couldn't help but blush slightly at that.

"Relax, Feedback, he'd heal from it," Negasonic pointed out. "And go back to fucking a freaking unicorn doll..." she then shuddered slightly. "Some things can't be unseen."

Walking out of the dining room and into the entranceway, Havok shook his head. "No need to worry about offending me. Blood ties don't mean you're family," he reasoned. "I kinda want to beat the shit out of him myself anyways. Scott'd probably whine about restraint or something, maybe say X-Men are better than this! but... I don't know. Whoever Vulcan is, he isn't my real brother."

Blink got an idea, after Spark Plug mentioned not wanting Vulcan anywhere near this place. She was still in the dining room with Colossus, but she was close enough to see and hear those on the staircase and in the entranceway. "What if I dropped him in the middle of some city in South America?" Blink suggested. "He doesn't know where this hideout is and it'll take him a while to make his way back... Plus he'll be able to survive there, so it's not a death sentence."

Colossus nodded, liking the idea. He didn't feel right, handing Vulcan over to S.H.I.E.L.D. He'd just break out again or one of the rich and wealthy from the Hellfire Club would arrange for his release. "He is your blood, Havok - your decision on his fate." Sure, Veil was in charge of this operation and Colossus was betting that she wouldn't mind. Once Havok decided, they could even go ask her for her approval.

Casper then followed James on over to Moonwalker, standing in the entranceway rather than draping himself over a couch. He froze for a moment though, as the drugs seemed to reach a low enough concentration in his system finally for his powers to kick in completely. Ben appeared, sitting on the stairs next to Negasonic as he tried to peer at her phone to see what could possibly be so entertaining. Waverley's mother appeared next to her daughter, sobbing uncontrollably.

"N-n-n-no..." Casper stammered, before shutting his eyes. If he couldn't see the ghosts, then maybe they couldn't see him? But he couldn't take his heart pounding, not knowing if the ghosts were coming nearer, and he opened his eyes again. There were more of them in the room now, ones that he didn't recognize. They all were dressed in flapper dresses and fine tuxedos, probably perishing in the Roaring 20's. "J-J-Jackie!" Casper screamed.

Veil then emerged into the entranceway. "...Okay, what the hell is going on with him?" she asked. She was perceptive, but she wasn't a psychologist. And given that they were mutants, sometimes things that appeared like mental illness and hallucinations were just manifestations of their powers. "Spark Plug, give him some happy juice, yeah?" she instantly asked. She couldn't explain the plans if they had a freaking out mutant in their midst. She hadn't really interacted with Casper enough to know what his issues were even.

"JACKIE!!!!!!" Casper screamed again, face to face with the ghost of Sebastian Shaw.

"You can see me...? Excellent. I have a job for you..."
In Harry Potter and the Alchemist's Quest - Discontinued → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Ceta de Cloyes Will do! I think there are a few other Harry Potter roleplays open atm on the guild, so you might be able to jump in with one of those to get your magic fix.
In Harry Potter and the Alchemist's Quest - Discontinued → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Ceta de Cloyes Unfortunately we aren't accepting applications at the moment. This roleplay is completely full. For what it's worth, no player characters have died in one of my games in over a year, with the exception of a few during the climatic final battle scene of the third storyline of a RP.
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🗡️ Megan Pendragon 🗡️
Location: Oak Park
Skills: N/A
Her memories of her life before she had been adopted were painfully vague and somehow vivid at times. She remembered a grand, historic castle - knights brandishing their swords as trumpets played - and a wise wizard who gave council to them all. But these memories were just the fantasies of a small child, all of the therapists had assured her of that. No one was really a princess from a long lost land. It was just a comforting tale Megan's mind had provided for her, a way to cover up whatever traumatic memories were lurking beneath the surface. Her real parents most likely were criminals of some sorts - maybe they were messed up with drugs. The truth was undoubtedly painful and tragic.

But for all of the psychoanalysis, Megan's brain froze as she realized the magician was the man from those childhood memories. She didn't even really see the girl and her dog there and she couldn't even begin to think about the fact that she had been the one to phone for the police. Each second felt stretched out into an eternity. The magician was promising her answers - he knew her name and Megan remembered him. Maybe it was crazy to go with him, to take the leap of faith, but answers to her questions were tantalizingly close. This man was a link to her past - maybe he really did know about her birth parents. "...Alright," she said, her eyes a bit wide with astonishment. "Who are you? And.... where are you going?" she then asked, following him and the girl.
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