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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: New Rome - Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

Nancy smirked a little bit as Niah asked if the two of them would go with her. She didn't need the curse of prophecy in order to have seen that one coming. She cradled the mocha in her hands, allowing it to warm her palms for a moment, before she took her first sip - the warm, chocolate goodness sliding down her throat. The bitter aftertaste of the coffee jolted her, energizing her more than just about anything in the world could. It had to be the only thing that tasted better than the food and drink of the gods. "I'll go with you, but there's one condition," Nancy explained. "You have to swear on your life that we will not set foot in Las Vegas. Or a casino." She held Niah's gaze, her eyes carrying a serious intensity. Nancy joked around a lot. This was not one of those times.

Nancy then continued to drink her mocha, savoring it at first, before she downed it all at once and shuddered, slamming the cup back onto the table. "Gods, I love this place. May it never close - at least not before I die a painful, bloody death." She then carefully took the tarot cards and put them back in with the pack, ensuring to not get a single stray drop of coffee, tea, or hot chocolate on the cards. As much as she hated her prophetic abilities, the tarot cards were a magic item - a gift from her father, Apollo. Without them, the episodes would be much worse. She probably would have been stuck in a cave or something by now and people would have just called her the Sibyl or the Oracle, her individual identity gone.


☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: New Rome - Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

Nancy sighed, wishing that she already had a few coffees to drown herself in. She couldn't blame Niah for asking for more information, but she had told her what she could - well, beyond the meaning of the tarot cards she had pulled. "I'd assume the worst with the dragon," Nancy said. "Not because I saw anything evil about it or anything it's just... Well, we're demigods. We're not supposed to catch breaks. Our lives are supposed to be filled with either being hunted or recovering from injuries." It was a bit of a bleak outlook, yet Nancy had found it to be true. With the exception of their time at Camp or in New Rome, the outside world was just an everlasting shit show. It was one monster encounter after another until you either got to safety or you died.

"I didn't see anything about your companions, but Mads is right. You usually get two. Three's a sacred number. Three fates, three sons of Saturn, three forms of Trivia," she listed off. "But I mean, it'll be up to the Senate. They get to decide practically everything... You're a centurion, so there shouldn't be any problems with you leading the quest." Nancy frowned slightly. She didn't like all of the red tape in the quest process. "Maybe the auguries could tell you more... Could you get me a raspberry mocha with three extra shots?" she then asked Mads, turning her attention to a priority - coffee.


🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: Greyhound Station
Skills: N/A

Zeke's healing tickled. She tried her best not to squirm as his sunshine hands worked their magic, stitching up her wound. She almost would have preferred a bandage and some ambrosia, since the entire time she was biting down on the inside of her cheek, trying her best not to giggle. By the time he finished, she was feeling like someone had stuck just her stomach into a tanning bed. "Thanks. I guess you're not totally the worst," Leda chastised Zeke lightly. She didn't consider him her friend by any extent, but he had healed her - and he didn't have to do that. She took a swig of the nectar - it tasted like liquid S'mores to her - before handing the bottle back to him. She didn't need too much and she didn't want to risk bursting into flames.

She took the Manticore's tail tip from Kristin, staring at it for a moment. "Brilliant," she said, before she opened up her backpack and stashed it away. She'd figure out something to do with her shirt later. The stomach portion was in tatters and stained in blood, giving her the world's oddest midriff. She figured she'd just use Ultraviolet to tear the bloody portion off and that would be that. She could rock a midriff, right? "Let's go then, before his brother or whatever comes for us," she agreed, climbing onto the bus and flopping into a seat in the very back. "You guys wanna play a game to pass the time? Could do F, Marry, Kill - Olympian style?"


🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: Greyhound Station
Skills: Sword Fighting, Agility

Leda assumed that Kristin had supplied the correct answer to Zeke's question about the weak spots on the manticore - she was the daughter of Athena after all. Letting her impulsiveness rule, Leda looked for an opening on the manticore, figuring she would go after the stomach. She didn't want to even try getting near the tail. Even with her speed, the manticore was quick. It was flicking its stingers faster than bullets left the chamber of a gun. The manticore seemed to be focused on Kristin for the moment, so she took her chance.

Leda rushed in with her sword, jabbing it forward in an attempt to spear the manticore like a kebab. She missed though, the beast moving out of the way just in time. And before even the speedster had a chance to react, the monster clawed her in the stomach, leaving deep, bloody gashes. She didn't feel the chilly hot presence of poison in her system - it must have only been in the tail. At any rate though, it was pure adrenaline that was keeping her on her feet. She was clutching her wound with her free hand, having changed her grip on her sword to just be one handed. It wasn't as secure, but she needed to do something about the bleeding. She didn't even know what her blood type was.

"Agh!!!" Leda yelled, somehow heroically, as she slashed upwards at the manticore's stomach again. To her surprise, her aim was true and the monster burst into dust, crumbling away before her eyes. "....I did it! I did it?" she mumbled, a bit woozy from the blood loss.



☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Camp Jupiter - Via Principalis -> New Rome - Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

Nancy remembered little flashes from her prophetic episode. The warning signs tended to match those of an oncoming seizure, yet she felt epilepsy would have been far more pleasant than what she had to live with. Even though the prophecy had been issued from her lips, she couldn't understand it more than the others. She didn't have additional information about what she had seen. As they walked, she got a little bit steadier on her feet with each minute that passed, as time brought her farther and farther away from the episode.

There was no way she could have humanly rolled her eyes any harder when Terminus and Julia, his sidekick of sorts, stopped them and asked for weapons. "My voice is a weapon, do I have to put my vocal chords on the tray too?" she asked, annoyance dripping from each word she said. She pulled out two imperial gold daggers and set them down. She kept her sword among her possessions at the barracks and she didn't consider the tarot cards to be weapons. "Smell ya later, Terminus," Nancy said, as they parted ways and continued on into New Rome proper.

She then saw the most beautiful building of them all, better than the temple of Jupiter Optimus Maximus - the Coffee Shop. It was her promised land. She went inside with her friends, appreciating that Mads was holding her hand comfortingly. She normally was averse to physical affection, but once again, she knew Mads and trusted her more than probably just about anyone else in New Rome or at Camp Jupiter. Once seated, she set the three tarot cards she had pulled on the table quietly. She lowered her eyes, studying them. "... It's all a blur. But the gem that was stolen... It was by a faun. The faun doesn't have it anymore. A dragon does. To retrieve it, Niah must go to Mount Rushmore..."




December 18th, 2020 - 1:40 PM

The Hellfire Club Headquarters -

Reeva's phone call didn't take too long to conclude. "Honestly, you can't find good help these days," she muttered angrily. She didn't like having to use the Purifiers, but they were a tool like any other. In order to build a nation, sacrifices were demanded. Mutants needed a homeland, a space where they were free to exist without being challenged for their gifts.

"Well, what are you gonna do?" Polaris said sarcastically. She continued looking out the window, spinning the dreidel over and over again. She didn't consider anyone here to be her friend. She didn't trust them to not kill her if it suited their agenda. The mistress of magnetism was loyal to Genosha, not to the Hellfire Club. Professor X had failed to find a solution for mutants. Polaris wasn't going to repeat his mistakes.

"First responders have been dispatched," Sage informed Reeva robotically. "No news yet on whether or not the hit has been confirmed."

Reeva nodded, her eyes seemingly watering for a second before her stoic facade resumed. "Let me know the second its confirmed - she's too dangerous to leave alone. If she doesn't join us, well..."

A few more moments passed in uncomfortable, tension filled silence. "She's fleeing the scene. Jinx and Ice Queen are in the area. Should I activate them?"

"...Do it."

Macy's -

Luck seemed to be on Leighton's side, as no one was really paying much attention to her. She would be able to spot Jinx as he entered the store - and Jinx would see her as well. It always is a little awkward running into your coworkers outside of the office, isn't it? The mall itself was decked out for the holidays. Macy's opened up into the mall entrance, giving them a clear line of sight to a mall Santa taking photos with little kids and annoyed slightly older kids.

A group of cheerleaders were shopping in the same area as Leighton. "Ugh, did you hear about Trevor?"

"No, what happened?" one of them gasped.

"He woke up covered in scales - like a fucking fish! So gross. Honestly, they should just put people like him somewhere else, for their own good."

The second cheerleader shook her head skeptically. "I don't think that's, like, right. Besides, Nate looked so hot when he got those muscles."

"...He's not a mutie, Kelli! He was just roiding!"

Both Jinx and Leighton's phones would vibrate with a message. It had been sent from Sage. There was an image of a black girl with honey brown eyes and simple instructions. APPREHEND - DEAD OR ALIVE.

Lotus Apartments -

In the rearview mirror, Desiree would see a man standing outside of her apartment building. He was dressed in a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and combat boots. There was a thin scar on the side of his face and his hair was a pale, dusty blonde. In his hands, an orb of flames was floating above a lighter. He smirked, seeing her, and did a little bow, taking credit for his work. He had destroyed her apartment complex. But why?

He didn't follow her however. She'll be able to pull into the Macy's parking lot this round without issue.

Veil


Location: Mutant Underground Hideout - First Floor: Training Room
Skills: Investigation, Invisible Energy Manipulation
"You know my hair can't be tamed," Veil told Spark Plug, rolling her eyes slightly. No matter what she tried, her hair was a wild beast - it had killed so many brushes that Veil wondered why she even bothered at this point. They regularly would snap after just a few minutes. "No, I didn't send Havok anywhere. Sage sent a time sensitive message, so of course she decided to encrypt it with an outdated cypher," she murmured.

She kept switching back and forth between the cypher Sage had sent and the decoding guide she had found online for a pigpen cypher. "Lotus... Apartments... Eighteenth... Afternoon," she read aloud as she finished. Goosebumps then crawled up and down her arms as the temperature in the room dropped, drawing her attention over to Sapphire. Sage's message was clear - they needed to hurry to the Lotus Apartments. Something was clearly wrong with her best friend, however. "Spark Plug, go see who's around and available - I want a team of about five. Tell them to be prepared for a fight and possible evac."

Veil then quietly walked over to the wall, sliding down next to Sapphire. As easily as breathing, she turned Sapphire invisible, hoping it would give her some privacy. "Do you want to talk about it? Or would kicking someone's ass help?" she asked softly.

Casper Theriot


Location: Mutant Underground Hideout - Aboveground -> the Entranceway -> the Second Floor Hallway
Skills: Mediumship
Casper spun around wildly, taken by surprise. He hadn't seen Cayden in over a week, as far as he could remember. Cayden hadn't been around in the House of M illusion that the Scarlet Witch had crafted. And while Moonwalker was his friend, he knew that his brother likely needed him - and Casper needed his boyfriend. He wanted to cuddle James and just pretend the entire ordeal had been a nightmare, where the only good thing had been that his father, Professor X, wasn't around. And Jack having been with his kid, he supposed that was a good thing too. "I just got back from Magneto's Palace, no time, sorry!" Casper blurted.

"That should make about zero sense," Ben commented.

"I don't care, we don't have time to explain! Jackie is probably super depressed right now wondering where his daughter is!" he pointed out, before Casper stumbled and went off into the Underground at a run. He emerged into the entranceway and he then scrambled up the staircase, about to run to James' room when he spotted James in the hallway outside of Casper and Jack's room. "James!" he shouted, before barreling into his boyfriend and hugging him tightly. "We gotta find Jackie before he does something dumb! Also have I mentioned I love you and missed you?" he rambled.

"Somehow, you seem even crazier now than when you were tripping on drugs."

"Not the time, Ben!" Casper complained.

Sunshine


Location: Mutant Underground Hideout - Second Floor: Sunshine and Feedback's Room -> Entranceway -> First Floor: Dining Room
Skills: N/A
Sunshine's stomach growled again and she decided to stop dawdling. She got up, out of the bed, and crept out into the hallway. She could see the clusterfuck of James and Casper - two people she also didn't really want to talk to. In that dream or whatever it had been, Casper had been her uncle... Would that then make James her step-uncle then? She wasn't quite sure, but looking at them just made her stomach churn, so she crept down the stairs of the entranceway and went into the dining room.

She was a little bit surprised to not see anyone. She could hear voices in the training room, so maybe everyone was in there working on some annoying technique with Colossus. It allowed her uncontested access to the food though, so she wasn't about to start complaining. Her stomach continued to make a symphony of complaints, urging her more and more to dig into whatever scraps there were. Sunshine bit her lip, looking at the table with the lunch food set on it. There wasn't much left at all.

Picking up a granola bar and a Caprsi Sun pouch, she went and found a quiet spot in the corner, sitting down as she ripped open her meal. As much as she wished there was more food available, she knew that beggars couldn't be choosers. She was lucky that there was food here at all.
I’m here, I’m queer

Whoops wrong greeting...

But I’m here and so down for this!!


☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Camp Jupiter - Via Principalis
Skills: Prophecy

When Niah approached Nancy, asking if she needed anything, she hadn't quite come out of it yet. She gripped Niah's hand tightly, her knuckles white. "Mount Rushmore," she rasped. "You must go to Mount Rushmore." Her vision then cleared and her muscles slowly relaxed, as she came back to consciousness. The tarot cards were still on the ground, somehow grim despite their rich purple and gold designs. She hated her prophetic abilities, considering them more of a curse than a gift. Her memory of the vision was fuzzy at best, just flashes. Her head was pounding, like she had come down off of a sugar high. "...It happened again," she muttered to Madalyne and Niah weakly.

She then looked down at the tarot cards, picking up the three carefully, before rising to her feet again. Her knees were covered in dirt, with bits of gravel sticking to her pants. "I need a coffee - let's go to New Rome," she told her friends, her voice hoarse. New Rome had a fantastic coffee shop that she loved to frequent and it would give her some space from the legion. She didn't want to face the praetors or anyone at the moment. She didn't want to deal with them pestering her with questions about what she had seen.

Talking to Niah and Madalyne about it was different, though. She trusted Niah to keep a secret - and since she had come out of the trance grasping her hand, she knew this prophecy involved Niah. Madalyne was another demigod out of time, a survivor of the Lotus Hotel and Casino, and the only one who knew what happened to Nancy there. Those two deserved to hear all of this.
Clio


Clio knew that the Force was highly versatile, capable of doing remarkable things. The use of it to predict the future unnerved her, since it was a case for the absence of free will. Did she have any choices, if the outcome was already decided? Was she training to become a Jedi because she desired to or was it destined? Could they ever really avert a war or were the events simply meant to be? The mysticism of it all gave her a headache. Clio recognized it was the sort of thing her twin adored, diving into the possibilities of the Force.

She peered around the cantina, admittedly finding it difficult to single anyone out as a potential lead. "They all look like scum to me," she confessed in a whisper, careful not to let the patrons hear her. She wasn't in the mood for a barroom brawl. A fight breaking out here would most definitely ruin her chances at getting to go to the site later and pay her respects to two of the greatest jedi to ever live - Luke and Leia Skywalker. She was especially inspired by Leia's story, mainly because the oral legends portrayed her as one of the fiercest and bravest generals of the Rebel Order and later the Resistance. It didn't hurt that she was female either.

Unfortunately while Clio found it hard to single out someone, those in the cantina didn't have the same problem. A Cerean roughly slammed their drink onto the counter, its contents spilling everywhere. The alien then got up from his seat and turned, narrowing his eyes at the twins. "No jedi scum allowed!"

"But other sorts of scum are okay? That's really discriminatory. And just rude. What would your mother say?"


⚡John Watts⚡ and 🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹


Location: Mojoworld - Streets -> Sewers
Skills: Superspeed, Molecular Oscillation
Arthur gritted his teeth slightly. If they had no means to contact Spiral, and they had to wait for her to make contact, why hadn't she done so yet? They had pulled Longshot out of the TV world as requested. They had gone through her secret exit. With the spotlight shining down on where they had been moments before, they didn't have very long until they would end up being captured. They were in terrain that Longshot seemed to be challenged by and he was their guide. They needed Spiral to contact them and soon, or... He didn't want to think about the or. He had spent enough time in one hell to not wish to see another.

Watts was similarly less than thrilled with the plan. But if stalling was what they had to do in order to escape this dimension so he could return home to his kids, then that was what they'd do. He didn't even want to think about the implication that time might be moving differently here as well. Would it be a thousand years on Earth before they'd get back? Would he return to find his children old with families of their own? The jackbooted stormtroopers showed up before he could suggest a course of action. His mind raced. There were too many of them to fight, especially since reinforcements were coming. And there were too many in their group for Watts to carry and run off with.

"Hold onto me and don't let go," he instructed the group suddenly, before injecting himself with a large hit of the speed serum. He made sure that he either had a hold on everyone or that they had a grip on him, before he concentrated. He began to vibrate faster and faster, as he focused on the molecules of everything around him, the slight breeze tickling his face. Eventually, he found the frequency of the ground below them and the entire group began to phase through the ground. They continued to fall until they were suddenly in the air again, dropping into a sewer system.

The archer staggered slightly, looking sick. "What...the...hell..." Arthur grunted, clutching his stomach. He was trying his very best not to puke. He hadn't been expecting anything like that. His mind couldn't even comprehend how that had happened. He looked up and the ceiling of the sewer was very much solid. He felt like he had just been on a rollercoaster going at top speed with dizzying drops. It took him a minute to regain his composure. "Are you familiar with the sewers?" he asked Longshot.
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