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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: Greyhound Station

"They'll probably flee? The Mist'll tell them that OJ Simpson is going on a rampage or something," Leda whispered to Zeke. She didn't want to endanger mortal lives, but all of the mortals on the bus with them would be endangered too if they let the monster follow them onboard. It was one thing that would have been safer about just stealing a flashy car - no civilians would be risking their lives just by being unlucky enough to also need to take a bus south. It wasn't much longer until their bus was going to be pulling away and she doubted they'd be lucky enough for another bus to Houston to leave soon after. They needed to act and fast.

"Blinding light, coming up," Leda said, concentrating. Her hands began to glow all of the colors of a rainbow and she thrusted them forward, blasting two beams of light at the monster - the businessman. She found it a bit funny that monsters never appeared as homeless ramblers, they seemed to always pick the disguise of some important rich person. There was a lesson there, she felt. Her blast hit the monster in the chest and she tried against for the eyes, only to miss. It was a little bit dangerous, firing off blasts of light in this crowd. Her blasts would be enough to blind the monster if they hit him in the eyes, but she didn't want to think about the sort of damage they could also do to a mortal.


🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: Greyhound Station

"Gives you something to think about," Leda agreed. She wasn't going to openly disparage the gods. She believed in worshipping them all, preventing them from fading, and very much did not want to aggravate any of them into cursing her. Sure, some heroes had managed to get by even with having some gods hating them, but she just didn't want to try her luck that way. Her own opinion about how disgusting it was for Apollo to decide the appropriate punishment for losing a contest was to skin someone would just have to be private.

She then glanced up just in time, catching her coke and bag of doritos. In another seamless move, Leda opened up her bag and put them away inside. She wasn't going to start eating just yet. The hair on the back of her neck was standing up slightly and she couldn't help but feel they were being watched by a monster. Did monsters camp out at Greyhound Stations, waiting for Argus to drop off the next batch of demigods for them to eat? She took her ticket, her necklace glowing faintly red to mirror her apprehension. With her free hand, she grasped the pendant, ready to tug down and transform the necklace into her sword, Ultraviolet, at a moment's notice. "We're being watched," she murmured to her companions as she followed Kristin. "Going onto the bus might be an excellent way to be trapped."


Of the daughters dyad of Coruscant
One shall live and see the greatest darkness fall;
The other shall perish to save us all.


DYAD: A STAR WARS STORY


🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: the Car -> Outside the Greyhound Station

Leda tilted her head slightly, listening to the song Argus was playing. It wasn't something she wanted to listen to again, but it didn't make her ears bleed - so that was saying something. "You don't have totally rotten taste," she complimented the security head. When Argus dropped them off at the bus station, her dreams of stealing a car to take to Texas were dashed. It was probably for the best though that they took a bus - they'd be less likely to kill each other in front of mortals. With as much as she hated Zeke and Kristin, at least they weren't all immortal. There was a reason that Olympus was so dysfunctional after all. "Alright, wise girl," she said, as Kristin went inside to get the tickets, leaving Leda alone with Zeke.

They only had five days to do this - to find Calliope, the missing muse, and rescue her from Marsyas. "So Marsyas... What do you know about him?" Leda asked Zeke expectantly. He had had a run in with Apollo in the past at some competition, so she figured that Apollo's son would probably remember more details on the myth. They were lucky that their quest had an arbitrary deadline - if they didn't get Calliope back in time for Apollo's competition with Hermes, the world wasn't going to end. She shifted slightly, tugging on the straps of her backpack. Odds were they wouldn't be able to take the bus the entire way to Houston. Something always went wrong.



Kirby General Hospital - NYC: February 14th, 2021 - 11:40 A.M.


Bonnie Chase


Location: the Mirror Dimension -> Cardiff Castle
Skills: N/A

Strange forced a smile as he looked at Cassandra - it was admirable, her drive to continue to serve Earth even on her death bed. In his medical opinion, he didn't know if they would be able to perform the same procedure to save her again. Just like with giving blood, Bonnie could only give so much life force to Cass to alleviate her symptoms. "Of course," he lied.

"Let's go, then," Bonnie resolved, determined to stick by Cass and monitor her symptoms closely. She would gladly give her life for her friend if it came to it, but she sincerely hoped it wouldn't. She had to believe that they could cure M-Pox, stop Thanos and the Black Order, and save the world. If she let herself doubt for even a single second... No, she wasn't even going to consider that. She had to be strong, determined, confident. She had to be her best self.

"Ladies first," Strange then said courteously, opening up a sling ring portal to Cardiff Castle in Wales. He had done a quick tracking spell already to determine that was the best spot to arrive. Once Bonnie and Cass walked on through, he shut the portal behind them, leaving the Mirror Dimension.
Cardiff, Wales: February 14th, 2021 - 4:40 P.M.


Raynor Blake


Location: the Quinjet - Cardiff Castle
Skills: N/A

"Actually, I can't die if I'm shot into space," Raynor piped up, unable to keep himself from mentioning it. "You'd have to find some other way to kill me - even fatal wounding probably wouldn't work... My uncle survived in space for a week once with some nasty injuries." He did have to partially wonder how exactly Tinley would try to kill him if it came to it, but the distraction could only last so long before he was reminded of Sparky's disease. He needed to find a cure to save her before it was too late. And then after that... He was going to have to think of something more. If she didn't die from M-Pox, old age would take her in sixty to eighty years - a blink of an eye to an Asgardian.

He got his own suit and gear on, mostly in order to spite Oliver, as Raynor was fairly certain that his species was immune to the terrigen mists. "If Novikova had been the one Oliver gave M-Pox to, I doubt you'd be so fucking forgiving," he chastised Maria. She had been wanting to kill Oliver not that long ago, if his memory served him correctly. The sudden about face was annoying. He glanced at the monitor on the air quality. He inhaled sharply. "Seventy two percent terrigen saturation." That was bad - probably the worst on the planet.

He checked to make sure that everyone was securely suited up - and thankfully, they were. Raynor then disengaged the air lock and opened up the door to allow them to disembark the quinjet. At the bottom of the ramp were three familiar faces, with one of them seemingly random in Raynor's opinion. "Strange... What the hell are you doing here?"

"Saving the world, of course," he quipped with a smirk. Cass and Bonnie were by his side. "Do you have any leads?"

"Is everyone okay?" Bonnie asked, looking frantically over them all. "Cass is doing better... Not out of the woods, but better."


🗡️ Megan Pendragon 🗡️

Location: Merlin's Warehouse
Skills: N/A

Megan couldn't help but be unnerved, given how calm Merlin was with them being watched. Was this really a safe space to congregate, with Maleficent - or whoever she really was - having people watch them? Her mind was still torn over whether or not she should fully believe Merlin, but at least for now, she had resolved to take what he said with a grain of salt. She couldn't help but notice the whispers of the others inside this warehouse, all of whom appeared to be about the same age as Merlin. "I'm fine, thanks," she replied, not feeling much like eating or drinking at the moment.

She took a seat, nodding in agreement with what her brother had said. None of this met the conventional rules of reality. "To add to that... What do you know of our parents? What precisely happened?" she asked. Merlin had given them small details so far, but she yearned to hear the full story. She wanted to know who her parents were and the circumstances that had brought her to an orphanage in Kansas all those years ago. If all of this was real, then Maleficent's threat was great - but it still didn't outweigh the demands of the heart. She wanted to know the truth, no matter how strange, bizarre, or improbable it may be.


🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: Argo III - Crew Deck Hallway
Skills: N/A

Leda looked at Keira quizzically for a moment, before she remembered that the daughter of Poseidon had never gone on any sort of quest before. While this was a gigantic excursion to the Roman camps and not a quest mandated by the Oracle, the same rules applied. Any shopping breaks would inevitably end up leading them into the den of one monster or another. "Probably not, fish girl," she said, teasing lightly. "You're new to all of this, but when a group of demigods get together, monsters will smell us and come to challenge us. If we stop to do some much needed redecorating, we'll probably be impaled by the Minotaur." Yes, she knew that naming these monsters usually wasn't best practice, but she didn't care at the moment.

She spotted Rebecca purposefully heading up towards the upper decks and she sighed. Her mind was all over the place. She had ADHD just like most other demigods, but given her speed, it felt worse for her at times. She was brooding about the picks for the quest, upset at having to be in close quarters with her ex, crushing on the daughter of Poseidon, and wanting to explore the ship all at once. "Look, I want to be honest with you, yeah?" Leda eventually said, forcing herself to look Keira in the eyes. "Sabrina the Teenage Witch - Rebecca, the daughter of Hecate? We used to date," she admitted. "I don't know what you'll make of that information but... my gut was telling me to tell you. If it's cool though, we can hang out in between fighting for our lives from whatever monster of the week ends up on the ship."

Leda then gave Keira a smile, her heart pounding as she waited to hear her response.

✨ Rebecca Eventide ✨

Location: Argo III - Crew Deck Hallway -> Upper Deck
Skills: Necromancy

Rebecca tilted her head curiously, spotting the flickering form of Athanasia ascending the stairs to the top deck of the Argo III. While she knew that Hades tended to turn a blind eye to the comings and goings of his children from the Underworld, she was still surprised to see the young child. It hadn't been that long since they had laid Athanasia to rest - and that Arthur had tried to resurrect her, only to fail gruesomely. Rebecca's brown eyes darted around briefly, noting that no one else saw the spirit, before she quickly began to follow her.

She had briefly considered calling Arthur, yet she feared this would be too painful for him. Rebecca emerged on the upper deck, studying Athanasia's form more. "Little one... Why don't you rest?" Rebecca called out to her, her voice soft and gentle. "Your fight is over." She hoped that it would be a simple fix, just a matter of persuasion in order to return Athanasia's spirit to the Underworld. Perhaps Lord Hades would come to collect her, although Rebecca didn't relish the thought. The Big Three tended to be destructive and unpredictable - and they were in a precarious position on this flying ship. "If you have a message, speak it plainly, please," Rebecca then added. She didn't want to use her necromancy to control Athanasia, even though her mother was the goddess of ghosts.





December 18th, 2020 - 1:30 PM

For most of the world, there was hardly anything significant about the date - it was just another freezing December day. They were unaware that on the tenth, Wanda Maximoff had changed the entire world and molded it in her father's image - creating a kingdom for Magneto, the House of M. Hardly anyone recalled the real world, less than two dozen in fact out of the billions of souls on the planet. They were ultimately successful in convincing the Scarlet Witch to restore reality.

Yet now that the world has been restored, those who fought against the House of M have no memory of what happened in the real world from December 10th to the 18th. To them, they've just gotten back, appearing in the real world without a clue as to what they missed. And to everyone else, those who don't remember?

They have no idea what horrors their friends faced.

The Hellfire Club Headquarters -

The penthouse was decorated for the holiday season, a combination of Christmas and Hanukkah paraphernalia all around. Sage, Polaris, and Magneto were all Jewish, Reeva was Catholic, and the Frost family enjoyed the holiday season from a purely commercial aspect. Emma Frost and her daughters/clones, the Three in One, were off on holiday in Malibu for the moment, enjoying the sun, beach, and waves. Magneto was absent as well, off with the Brotherhood and preparing some scheme, no doubt. Sinister was in one of his many laboratories off campus.

This left just Sage, Polaris, and Reeva at the Hellfire Club Headquarters on this chilly afternoon. Polaris had a green turtleneck on with a silver heart locket around her neck, a gift from her boyfriend, Havok. Using her powers of magnetism, she was absentmindedly spinning a dreidel as she gazed out the window. Sage stood in front of a computer terminal, seemingly in a trance - her mutant powers made her into a living computer and she could communicate with machines instantaneously.

"Ryan, need I remind you the consequences if you do not uphold your end of the bargain?" Reeva said sharply into the phone, pacing back and forth by the bar. Her fingernails were sharpened like talons. "Good. Don't give me more reason to doubt you and you need not fear for your thick neck."

Lotus Apartments -

As for Desiree, well... The day had been normal for her so far. She had the day off from work, giving her the time to do whatever her heart desired. With the heavy winter chill setting in and snow piling on the streets of D.C., most people had chosen to be indoors - unless, of course, they needed to do some last minute Christmas shopping. The Purifiers had even relented slightly in their campaign of terror against mutants, as if the season of mercy actually could sway their hearts.

Unfortunately, her day was about to take a turn for the abnormal. The scent of smoke would strike her senses first, followed by panicked screams as other tenants in the apartment building fled, and lastly with the sharp RIIIIIIIING! of the fire alarm. From her window, she would be able to see the thick, heavy, black plumes of smoke floating up towards the sky.

Her apartment complex was on fire.

Veil


Location: Mutant Underground Hideout - First Floor: Training Room
Skills: Investigation
Veil had no recollection of House of M. To her, it had been an ordinary week. Xavier's spy within the Hellfire Club had started to send them cryptic messages, written in a sort of code that she was trying her best to figure out. She had gotten the latest cypher as a text, with Veil then copying it down onto a piece of scrap paper and deleting the message as instructed. It had come in just two hours ago and she still hadn't managed to crack it.

No matter what way she looked at it, it didn't make any sense to her. She had tried turning it upside down, assigning numbers, randomizing letters, looking for patterns - nothing. "Goddamnit Sage..." she muttered. Xavier had finally told her the identity of their friend on the inside. Sage, the Living Computer. Unfortunately, that also meant that every piece of information they received was like a clue for an escape room. Their private detective on call, Jack, hadn't gotten a chance to look at it - she wasn't even quite sure where he was.

Rubbing her temples, Veil pulled out her phone and went for her next strategy. She doubted it was a super common cypher that Sage had picked out, but maybe just googling cypher on the Internet would help things out. "Can someone find Jack?" Veil called out, as she started scrolling through the results. "It's time sensitive!"

She then saw Havok run from the entranceway staircase and move as quickly as he could to the exit, leaving the Mutant Underground without even saying hello. "Gee, thanks Havok, glad to count on you!" Colossus, Negasonic, and Magik weren't around at the moment to help either - the three of them had gone on a supply run, getting more food and water. They were critically low on fruit and Veil didn't want to discover what they looked like with scurvy.

Veil then hit the jackpot. She stumbled across an article about a pigpen cypher that had the same sort of strange characters. "Finally!"

Sunshine


Location: Mutant Underground Hideout - Second Floor: Sunshine and Feedback's Room
Skills: Greek
Sunshine flinched, snapping out of what felt like an extremely vivid daydream, a hallucination sprung to life. She jumped up and stared into the mirror, tentatively touching her face with her hands. Her shoulders relaxed slightly. She wasn't a six year old kid. Taking a few calming, steadying breaths she then checked herself over, locating each scar that she had known. Her clothes were all hers. Fred's carcass was rotting inside the drawer she had stuffed him in, right next to her spare pair of socks.

"Ήταν απλώς ένα όνειρο, ευχαριστώ τους θεούς..." she whispered under her breath, speaking Greek fluently. Her father had been Greek - or so her mother claimed - and she had been forced to learn the language. It was the only thing she really remembered still from her early childhood, the only lessons that she continued to use. The rest of it was a blur. She couldn't even clearly recall what her mother had looked like anymore, it had been so long since she had seen her, since she had been abandoned.

Sunshine's stomach growled. She must have missed lunch. She wasn't a stranger to missed meals, but she knew that there would be something down in the dining room still hopefully. They didn't have any non-Underground members staying with them at the moment, so she figured there ought to be something left over. If there wasn't, she could just pickpocket the Hufflepuff...

She winced at the thought. Maybe avoiding him for a little bit would be for the best. She really didn't want to see him after that hallucination. It was embarrassing to think that in that fantasy or whatever it had been, Jack had been her father.

Casper Theriot


Location: Mutant Underground Hideout - Aboveground
Skills: Mediumship
Casper suddenly became aware that he was sitting outside the Mutant Underground - well, more of on top of it, as the entire hideout was underground. His back was braced up against a tree. A doughnut - probably stolen from Jack's office - was sitting on his leg neatly. His hands had chocolate smeared all over them. It wasn't the first time he suddenly found himself somewhere with no idea how he got there - it happened to the former drug addict all of the time.

His heart sank into his stomach as it came back to him all at once. He had been in Louisiana, a member of the Thieves Guild with his brother. Jack had had a daughter. James had been a secret agent, a James Bond type. And Ben... He had been dead, but that wasn't really new for the dead mutant. "Hey, Ben... You remember all of that too, right?" he asked. "Especially the parts where you became real?"

Ben nodded, looking stunned and dazed. "...Yup."

"....Great," Casper said, before he got up and the doughnut fell onto the ground, icing down. Casper didn't care though. He needed to check on Jack, to see how he was doing after the loss of his daughter. He really hoped that somehow Jack wouldn't remember Lexi, it probably would be easier for his sanity. He then needed to find James as well, make sure that he wasn't hurting after everything that had happened.

Superheroes tended to have horrible mental health. Casper would know, as his father was Professor X after all. "Jackie! James!" Casper shouted, jogging down to the Mutant Underground entrance just in time to see Havok barrel on out and jump into one of the old clunkers they kept on hand. "Havok, wait!" Casper added, but the young Summers didn't wait, flooring it and taking off as fast as he could.

"Aren't you cold?" Ben asked unhelpfully, eyeing Casper. He was in a pair of torn jeans, an ill fitting tank top, and a heavy black coat. Considering how Casper usually dressed, it was pretty much the most weather appropriate thing he had. The snow was collecting in Casper's dark hair, looking almost like celestial dandruff.


⚡John Watts⚡ and 🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹


Location: Metropolis?
Skills: Superspeed
Watts' upper lip twitched slightly, hearing Elara swear. He didn't have any sort of idea how long they had been trapped within that show - time seemed to have been different there from his perspective - but knowing that they could swear was a relief. Swearing was a major outlet of aggression for him, next to throwing things (at people) of course. The only people in his life he tried to restrain himself around (successfully, he might add) would have been his family. He never threw objects at his kids - ever. He loved them dearly. His eyes then darted over towards Belladonna as she suggested killing Longshot. "He's our leverage. We keep him alive," Watts voted. Well, more of Watts had made that decision and was going to use his superspeed to enforce it.

"I agree. He knows the terrain and what we're up against - and he's a victim," Arthur concurred. It was basically the most he had spoken this entire time. Looking at Longshot, he saw a mirrored reflection of himself. Arthur had been trapped on Krakoa, a place as hellish as Mojo's dominion but for different reasons. Longshot seemed to be telling the truth, that he hadn't had a choice in all of this. Spiral's story was even more gruesome.

The mention of Ricochet Rita being the real identity of Spiral caught him by surprise. Rita Wayward had been a professional stuntwoman out of LA - a fairly famous one, given that Watts wasn't much for following movie stars and all, yet he remembered hearing about her vanishing after some love affair years ago. It had been everything his lab mates had wanted to talk about - come to think of it, Watts then remembered that he had ended the conversation by throwing a wrench at the ceiling. It had hit the light fixtures and caused them to spark and die. "I'll scout the alleyway," he acknowledged. He respected that Casey had spotted it, but with everything Longshot had told them, he didn't trust this place.

Kicking off at superspeed, he zipped around the alley in less than a second, before returning to the group. "It's safe."

Arthur nodded, carefully moving into the alleyway that Casey and Watts had concurred would be their best spot. They had gotten Longshot out of there, but where was Spiral? How were they going to meet with her? And did she have the ability to turn them back into adults again? He hated the idea of being stuck like this, of having to go through puberty again. His childhood had been rough enough. He didn't need to replay it. "How do we get in contact with Spiral?" he then asked Longshot gruffly.




Time continues to pass, with the aurors making their rounds from compartment to compartment. Bonnie Flynn has moved to compartment 10, Lyra Burke was handling those in compartment 9, Lionel St. Willfold was handling compartment 8, and Callum McFenwick was handling compartment 7. Frederick Flynn, meanwhile, went to go deal with compartment 6. It wouldn't be much longer until the sweep of the train has concluded. At this rate though, with no evidence of Death Eaters turning up... Either the dark wizards are at the very front of the train or there weren't any present to begin with.

Compartment 1 -

Penny nodded. "I'll let her know," she promised Madalyne. She wasn't too sure whether or not Chiara would be comfortable enough to tell someone else about what had happened, but maybe she would be in time. It wasn't her decision to make anyways - all she could do was let Chiara know about the resources available to her, though Penny knew that Chiara's parents had already informed the school about the situation and certain precautions were being taken.

"I prefer to fly solo," Talbott answered, his arms still crossed. He very rarely hanged out with people, spending most of his time up in the Owlery, more or less brooding.

"Oh, I don't know who I'd want to be my date... I hope someone asks me," Penny mused, blushing a bit. "Maybe I'll wear a floral inspired gown - something with little living flower details? Cherry blossoms maybe? What about you, Mads?"

Compartment 13 -

Bonnie raised an eyebrow at her daughter, smirking slightly. "Would you have preferred your aunt and uncle drop you off?" she asked, knowing that this likely was going to be an equally awful option for Zelda. Her aunt and uncle lived in America and were both rather eccentric as far as witches and wizards went.

"Oh, did I miss out on meeting the famous April Flynn?" Andre asked, feigning innocence. He knew that Zelda didn't much care for her sister, especially the legacy she had left behind in Ravenclaw.

Bonnie pretended to not hear the hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I have to go, I need to finish my rounds - it was lovely to meet you, Andre," she said, before she left the compartment and went back to her duties. She proceeded to check compartment 10.

Paige Atwell


Location: Compartment 15
Magic: N/A

Chiara flinched as Elizabeth approached her, trying to crawl farther and farther back into the compartment, even as her back was pressed up against the wall. In that moment, she wished that she could turn invisible. Her skin appeared as pale as her white hair, the pigment bleached by terror. She seemed too scared to even answer Elizabeth.

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, before she tugged on the auror's cloak and whispered something into his ear. Frederick looked over at Chiara, before nodding his head slightly at Beatrice's words. "It'll be alright Chiara, you have nothing to fear," he said gently to her, before looking at the others in the compartment. "Hopefully I don't run into you all again too soon. That could just spell out trouble," he said with a small laugh, before he waved slightly at the group, and left the area.

The young student slowly relaxed as Flynn left the compartment. Paige kept a good distance from Chiara, not to ostracize her or anything, but simply because Chiara seemed to need her space for the moment. A lot of Slytherin students had panic attacks like those and Paige found it best to give them what they needed to work through it. If Chiara needed silence and buffering room to calm down, then what's what she needed. "You okay?" Paige whispered to Barnaby.

His parents had been Death Eaters too.

Barnaby smiled - although Paige suspected that it was forced. "I'm good, Paige," he whispered back. "Once she calms down, wanna play Snap?"

Her eyes flickered over to Chiara, before they then drifted over to Fae and Elizabeth. She didn't want to spend time where she wasn't welcome. Even though Fae had dropped the entire subject, Paige didn't feel comfortable in the compartment. She loved spending time with Barnaby, but with Fae and Elizabeth as well? Besides, she had abandoned Zelda in the compartment alone (admittedly with Andre, a love gushing fest likely having quickly ensued. She would have gagged if she had been there). "Maybe next time, Barnaby," she answered quietly.
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