Morose

Harry Potter and the Alchemist's Quest - Discontinued

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@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@Achronum@Nallore@Natsu@Kirah@TrainerBlue192@Framing A Moose

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September 1st, 1984 - 1:30 P.M.

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Frederick Flynn vanished with a crack!, going to inform Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic as Lyra had requested. Callum McFenwick's mouth twitched slightly, as he looked at the fallen form of Lionel. He had someone he cared dearly about on the train however and he went to compartment 3. Bonnie Flynn, specializing in magical autopsies and things of that matter, began taking the magical precautions for preserving the Death Eater's body. Muggles had forensics and the ex-Head Girl didn't see why wizards couldn't do the same.

Lyra Burke knelt and closed Lionel's eyes, taking a moment. She rose and pointed her wand at her throat, casting "Sonorous!" Her voice was amplified then so that way everyone on the train could hear her. "Hello, witches and wizards. I am Lyra Burke, an auror with the Ministry of Magic. I appreciate your patience, as your journey will be delayed longer. Please remain in your compartments. If you need urgent assistance, please cast Lumos and stick your wand into the corridor. An auror will come assist you."

The lighting in the train was still a harsh green. The trolley witch was sobbing into a handkerchief at the back of the train with her cart of goods.

Compartment 3 -

Callum entered the compartment, looking a little worse for wear. It mostly showed in his eyes what he had suffered while under the Death Eater's curse. His Scottish accent was thicker than usual from grief. "Georgina, ur ye an' aw alrecht?" he asked, before swallowing. He was grateful that he was still alive to go see his fiancée, yet it was never easy to lose an auror. Lionel had been so old and experienced. "We lost an aurur - but th' death eater's bin taken caur ay."

Compartment 13 -

Talbott acknowledged Madalyne's apology with a bit of a nod, though he did seem a bit more at ease. He wasn't the most talkative of people, so it was pretty much the best reaction that Madalyne could expect to get out of him.

Penny looked at Zelda with pity and sympathy. "That's just... just awful," she lamented. She couldn't imagine constantly worrying for the safety of her parents like that. Even during the war, Penny's family had been relatively lucky. They were purebloods and didn't partake in being a Death Eater - or fighting them. They were like Switzerland, relatively safe and secure.

"Yeah, but Zelda's mum is pretty rad," Andre pointed out, as Lyra's announcement filled the air. He wished that Lyra would have mentioned that Zelda's parents were definitely okay.

"I c-can't stand this, I'm going to check on Bea," Penny suddenly announced, springing up to her feet. Hestia meowed up at them, as if trying to remind them what the auror said, as Penny rushed out of compartment 13. It wasn't too long before Penny spotted her sister in compartment 15 through the window. An enlarged cement brick prevented her from entering.

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Paige Atwell

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Location: Compartment 15
Magic: N/A

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Paige bit her lip, trying not to laugh too hard at Elizabeth and Fae's predicament with explaining the word pussy to Beatrice. Most Slytherin students generally knew about every foul word by the time they made it to second year. Some of it was because of the pureblood supremacists spreading the language, yet a non-insignificant part was from the insults the other houses were direct at them. "You can meet Hestia too, she likes curling up by fireplaces like her namesake," she told Beatrice.

Chiara tilted her head slightly, looking unconvinced.

The auror's voice reverberated through the compartment and Paige flinched, before relaxing. The fighting must have been over if the aurors were able to stop and make announcements. She couldn't hear anymore spells being thrown about either. As the tension left her body, her patronus flickered out of existence in the engine room. Scarcely a minute later, the face of Penny Haywood was peering in through the glass, her smile brightening as she spotted her sister.

"Penny!" Paige blushed slightly. "Erm, Barnaby, would you mind?" she asked, gesturing towards the cinder block.

Barnaby nodded, smirking slightly. "I am pretty strong, aren't I?" he said almost too innocently. He put his back up against the block and pushed, sliding it out of the way and rotating it ninety degrees (as he wasn't able to push it out of the way otherwise due to the seats in the compartment). The obstacle removed, Penny rushed into the compartment, enveloping both Beatrice and Chiara into a tight hug.

"Thank Merlin you two are alright!" Penny gushed. She let go of her sister and Chiara, before beaming at those in the compartment. She gave each girl a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so glad you all were here with Bea and Chiara - if something had happened to them, I think I'd have gone mental."

Paige was blushing furiously. "Oh, it was no problem, Penny."

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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🗡️ Megan Pendragon 🗡️

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Location: Merlin's Warehouse
Skills: N/A

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Megan was intrigued by the story of Jack's father. While it was gruesome and vile to threaten to behead people if they didn't spin straw into gold, as she was certain that was impossible... it played to her love of the macabre. There was a reason that she chose to become a medical examiner, rather than say a pathologist. She adored the strange and unusual. An insomniac, she would spend her nights listening to true crime podcasts, reading the Wikipedia entries for various serial killers. At the morgue, she would speak to the corpses, as if they could actually respond and tell her about the circumstances of their death. "Do you still have the head?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, Jack's question is important as well. Why did you take the children of villains as well as heroes? Are there other children here with villains for a parent?" Megan inquired. She still didn't feel quite at home with the idea that her father was King Arthur and her mother was Queen Guinevere. She kept waiting for Merlin to tell her that there indeed had been a mix up and she was the daughter of Dr. Frankenstein or something like that. She took her brother's hand though to show solidarity with him. She didn't care if his father was a monster - that didn't change the fact that he was her brother.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Neil Spellman

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Location: Stark Tower - the Roof
Skills: Telekinesis, Telekinetic Combat, Minor Molecular Combustion

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Neil was insanely frustrated by all of this. He had given the Nullifier to Mister Fantastic, but the leader of the Fantastic Four hadn't used it against Galactus yet. They were still stuck fighting the stupid Silver Surfer. Everything the herald had said on the ship was a lie. If he didn't want Earth to die, he could have given up by now, told Galactus he was defeated in combat, and they'd be on their way. They had already proven themselves. He gritted his teeth, tempted to scream as the Surfer made even more clones of himself.

Everything else was white noise to him. He didn't see the others fly up to the roof (and since Lance was still making Iris and Neil invisible, the others weren't able to see him). His ears were ringing, not because his hearing aids had failed (they were working just fine), but out of pure rage. He let out a guttural scream as he telekinetically yanked on the board of the real Silver Surfer. The Surfer tried to call the board back to him, causing the silver weapon to be lifted in the air, straining between the two forces. Neil tried to tug it fully over to himself, to use his powers of combustion to damage it, but it was no use. The board returned to the Surfer.

"Why don't you just die?" he growled. He wasn't about to give up. He tugged on the board again and it shot off like a rocket, coming to Neil's call as he clasped his gloved hands on it tightly.

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Guin Stark

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Location: Stark Tower - Top Floor -> the Roof
Skills: N/A

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Guin gave Pietro a bit of a quizzical look. He was a lot calmer now about the idea of her going up there and fighting with everyone else than he had been previously. "Yeah, come on, Silver Balls. The Iron Legion is pretty badass but we still gotta go save the world," she told him with a smirk. Guin then activated the thrusters on her suit and she flew out the window, through the already shattered glass. She shot up to the top of the tower, just in time to see one of the Silver Surfers fighting for his board with... the air? Figuring that Invisible Woman must have been hiding someone, Guin directed almost all of the power in her suits to her repulsor gauntlets she had crafted.

"Hey, Ugly!" Guin shouted, trying to catch the attention of the Silver Surfer. Her repulsors hit full charge and she sent off a massive blast at him, unaware that she had just hit the real Surfer and he was blown backwards. She flew forwards, hovering over the roof, as she repeated the same trick again two more times. The Silver Surfer was knocked to the ground and the clones flickered for a moment, causing her eyes to light up. That must have been the real one. The real one didn't have the surfboard. He was obviously in pain and hurting. "Babes, go after this one - it's the real piece of shit!" she informed Pietro (and everyone else within earshot, although they weren't Babes to her).

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Natsu

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Cardiff, Wales: February 14th, 2021 - 5:20 P.M.

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Cardiff Castle...

The battle had turned in the Secret Warrior's favor. Black Dwarf had been beaten within an inch of his life by Maria, taking out the large berserker. Oliver had Proxima Midnight's spear and had stabbed Supergiant in the gut, breaking her control on Doctor Strange. The telepath was formidable, yet she was built like a glass cannon. She crumbled to the ground, blue blood oozing from her wound. As Corvus Glaive and Ebony Maw had gone through the portal, that left just one warrior of the Black Order standing at Cardiff Castle - Proxima Midnight.

Yet even she had sustained significant damage. Her hair was sticking up on end. Blood dripped from her boob, thanks to Cass' work with the dagger. She was capable of withstanding planetary reentry, though even that didn't mean she was unscathed from Sparky's lightning bolts.

Strange blinked, clearing his head. "I... Uh.... Thanks," he grumbled, clearly not accustomed to being saved by others. He cleared his throat. "Woman, your companions have been bested. Your only options are to flee or surrender. To surrender will place you in the justice system of this world. To flee would mean that we will hunt you down, not resting until you are brought to justice. Fighting will do nothing to delay the inevitable."

The warrior was about to rebuke Strange, when a shimmering form appeared in front of all of them. It was a hologram of sorts, depicting a man with dark purple skin, covered in scars. He was easily eight feet tall, sitting on an elegant floating golden throne. He wore elegant armor and carried a massive double bladed spear with him, resting in the crook of his arm. On one hand was a gigantic metallic glove, where a purple gem glowed.

Proxima Midnight instantly kneeled. "Thanos, my lord - I was just about to finish these pathetic terrans."

"Ebony Maw and Supergiant are dead. Black Dwarf may soon join them. Corvus Glaive is no closer to culling Thane than you. Your failings make me weep, child," Thanos, the Mad Titan, scolded.

"But my lord- "

"Words cannot help you. Return to the Sanctuary II immediately and pray to the gods that I will not reap your soul."

Proxima Midnight's eyes darted towards the agents. She then nodded, bowing her head. "Yes, Lord Thanos." She activated a small device and her form shimmered, as she, Black Dwarf, and Supergiant dematerialized, gone. Thanos' holographic image surveyed the Secret Warriors for a moment, his expression darkening as he stared at Oliver, before he too vanished.

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Bonnie Chase

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Location: Outside HM Prison Cardiff
Skills: Throwing Knives

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Corvus Glaive stood right outside the entrance doors to the prison. Alarm bells were ringing and guards, armed with rifles, were running towards them. The member of the Black Order didn't pay them any attention, ignoring them as they aimed at everyone gathered there - Tinley, Flynn, Bonnie, and Matt included.

"PUT YOUR WEAPONS ON THE GROUND!" a guard shouted. "PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR! IF YOU RESIST, WE WILL USE LETHAL FORCE!"

Bonnie mentally kicked herself. Usually, they didn't run into this sort of problem with their S.H.I.E.L.D. operations. Headquarters generally went ahead and notified the police in the area to steer clear of the fight. With all of their quick jumping around, that must not have happened today. S.H.I.E.L.D. also was a United States based operation - they were very much technically trespassing in a sovereign nation. And since they weren't as recognizable and famous as, say, the Avengers or the X-Men - they couldn't just get away with it.

"We're here to help, we're the good guys!" Bonnie shouted, not dropping her knives. She didn't want to leave herself defenseless against Corvus Glaive. Instead, she slowly pulled out her S.H.I.E.L.D. badge and raised it into the air. "We're with S.H.I.E.L.D.!" Hopefully that would be enough for the guards. They probably weren't appraised on whether or not they had the legal right to be there at the moment. Maybe they'd just assume that MI13 had cleared it already.

Corvus Glaive was not nearly as cooperative. Blessed as a speedster, the bullet wound Matt had given him was already beginning to heal and close. He dashed off in the blink of an eye, running through all of the guards with his glaive, causing bodies to litter the grounds. When he came to a stop, covered in blood, he was staring straight at Matt, ignoring the other three. "I don't like people interfering with my work. But you, boy, you've earned a warrior's death."

He ran at Matt, swinging his glaive down as he aimed to decapitate them. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for Bonnie as she drew her knife and threw it, hitting the glaive. The force knocked the weapon to the side, disrupting its arc. Rather than hitting Matt, the bloodied weapon struck the ground with enough force that it became stuck. "Hey ugly, why don't you come pick on someone else!" she shouted, hoping she could distract Corvus long enough for Matt to recover.

Corvus tugged and tugged at the glaive, but it was trapped in the ground. "You asked for it, bitch," he snarled. He didn't need his glaive to kill. He dashed at super speed and punched Bonnie in the chest, sending her flying backwards. She hit bits of the truck and tumbled, until she was crumpled on the ground. Multiple gashes had appeared on her forehead and blood was flowing. Her nose looked crooked, like it had been broken.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: the Hidden Gem (Nallore, Morose, Kirah) Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Jack in the Box
Skills: Strategy, Singing, Audiokinesis

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Nancy grimaced, shaking her head. "Standard issue imperial gold," she said reluctantly. Maybe this was a sign from the universe that she ought to start carrying silver weapons, especially if she was going to be praying to Diana on the regular. She made a mental note to check the armory when they got back. As Niah apologized, Nancy's face paled. Earlier on the train, they had been talking about their powers. Niah had mentioned the entire Oath thing... and also being able to mess with people's emotions. Her eyes darted over towards the werewolves.

Sweet Niah had just royally pissed them off. "Pedit," Nancy cursed in Latin. She quickly followed Madalyne outside of the Jack in the Box, a not too small part of her very relieved to see that they had gotten their food. She didn't want to have to wait until after the next Amtrak stop to eat. Focus! she scolded herself. The werewolves were a lot more threatening than whether or not they'd get their daily recommended 2000 Calories.

Her heart clenched as the werewolves grabbed Madalyne. Her imperial gold wasn't going to do the trick. She didn't know if Mads would be able to pull off the same Mist trick, but there wasn't time to spare. Her best friend was in peril and Nancy did the only thing she could think of - she made a scene. On the train, they had talked about her maybe being able to use sound to kill. It was time to test that.

She sipped a bit of her drink, before clearing her throat. She whispered a silent prayer to Apollo to bless this deadly performance. In her mind, the song began to play, and she began her musical onslaught on the werewolves, aiming to kill them with music -

🎶Can't stay at home, can't stay at school.
Old folks say 'You poor little fool'.
Down the streets I'm the girl next door.
I'm the fox you've been waiting for.
Hello, daddy. Hello, mom.
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!

POP! POP! POP!

Hello world! I'm your wild girl.
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!🎶

POP! POP!

The five werewolves were no more as Nancy finished her last note, covered in monster dust. Her voice felt incredibly hoarse after such a performance. "Thanks, Dad," she whispered, figuring he must have answered her prayers - that or Joan Jett was actually an immortal goddess.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: the Stolen Muse (Nallore, Morose & KazAlkemi) Ω

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: On the Road - Greensboro, North Carolina
Skills: Driving (Car)

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Leda briefly got an image of Kristin and Zeke going on to fight whoever stole Calliope, while she took a nap in Houston completely unaware. She doubted they would do that, just abandon her - but she also wasn't totally certain that they wouldn't. They were making good time at least, so they probably would have a chance to get a full night's rest before going to save Calliope from Marysas. She couldn't help but wonder what Apollo would do to Marysas after all of this was said and done... Would he flay him alive? "Maybe Zeke can dance or sing for some cash," Leda suggested.

She was only half joking.

She pulled out of the parking lot and merged back onto the road, heading in the direction of the highway. From there, she'd be able to take them to Atlanta. That was one of the nice things about long drives like these - she pretty much just had to stay in one lane on the highway, changing every now and then as the road needed. There were no stop lights to worry about, no pedestrians in the way, just (sometimes) open road. "If either of you wanna IM Chiron and update him, lemme know. Once we're on the highway I can probably drive one handed and make a rainbow with the other."

The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded

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⚡John Watts⚡ and 🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹

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Location: Mojoworld - Sewers -> Hobo Camp
Skills: N/A

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Watts heard Elara's comment about McDonalds and he couldn't help but smile in spite of himself. Before his divorce, he would take Leda and Stephen through the drive through. They were never more quiet than on the car ride back home, gorging themselves on the (admittedly pretty substandard) nuggets and fries. Those had been good days. He missed getting to see Leda, as she lived in England with his ex-wife's family. Stephen was off at college. He supposed he had a bit of an empty nest, something he wasn't accustomed to. He made a silent vow that once all of this was over, he and Stephen were going to England to visit Leda. Family was more important than anything else.

He frowned, not satisfied with Longshot's answer either. Everything seemed to just be another direction to wait. They were supposed to just relax and wait for Spiral in this safe house of sorts that Longshot was routinely dragged out of. Their guide seemed to be a massive idiot with a hero complex, given that he had escaped this place before and didn't have enough good sense to stop coming back. He pitied Spiral's attachment to him. He had to imagine that every time Longshot was captured again, Spiral was tempted to just whack his head off with one of her swords and wash her hands of the entire mess.

Watts scrambled up the ladder, his eyes widening a bit. It looked like a picture of a Hooverville during the Great Depression.

Arthur grit his teeth, making his way carefully and lithely up the ladder. On the other side, he was struck with a sense of awe - and admiration. While the others likely saw the weakness and poverty, he saw their strength. These people were managing to survive despite the hand dealt to them. He knew all too well how easy it was to give into despair, to just waste away. They were still fighting, still demanding of themselves to carry on. He wondered how many of his companions would be able to do the same, marooned in a land that was unwelcoming, forced to fend for themselves like a stray dog.

"How often do they raid?" he then asked Longshot. If there was no telling when Spiral was going to show up, at least he hoped Longshot would know how long until Mojo came to look for them there. If he were Mojo, this would have been one of the first places to go search. It struck him as a bit odd that they had allowed this place to stand. Maybe Mojo got some joy out of this sick, depraved game of his - capturing people, torturing them, wiping their minds, letting them loose, and catching them just to repeat the cycle. "We should secure a perimeter."

Ω Heroes of Olympus: the Hidden Gem (Nallore, Morose, Kirah) Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Medford, Oregon - Amtrak -> Jack in the Box
Skills: N/A

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Nancy relaxed ever so slightly as her friends rejoined her. She wasn't going to admit that the prospect of fighting off a group of monsters disguised as burly monsters had terrified her slightly. "Any idea which kind?" she asked her friends softly. Her stomach growled. She really wanted to just get some food and head back onto the train. At least her worst fear was far less likely to happen with Niah and Mads around. "I got $26, I'll order us three combo meals," she told them. Maybe they'd be lucky and the bikers would ignore them. They had made it into the Jack in the Box without getting hurt.

She walked up to the counter, placing an order. "Three large 10 piece chicken nugget combos, please," she said. She handed over the money, tapping her foot nervously. The cashier gave her back her change and three soda fountain cups. She took out a cup, handing one to Niah and one to Madalyne. "Hopefully our order is out soon..." Nancy murmured, moving off to the side. She kept one eye on the bikers, ready for them to jump into action, as she went over and filled up her cup with Dr. Pepper, Coke, and Root Beer - a Nancy special.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: the Hidden Gem (Nallore, Morose, Kirah) Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Medford, Oregon - Amtrak
Skills: Sleight of Hand

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"I'm gonna get us some food," she told Niah and Madalyne, before getting up as well. She didn't mention how she was going to do it. She figured Niah would rather not know. She had her pack on her, just in case she somehow ended up not being able to make it back on the train and was stranded in Oregon for a few days. On her way off, she "bumped" into someone heading on, stealthily grabbing their wallet. Once she was off the train, she grabbed the cash and discretely threw the wallet back onto the train, figuring the owner would want it back.

She had scored them $26. There was a Jack in the Box nearby, so she figured she'd buy as much food for them as she could and bring it back to the train. It was such a quick trip, she figured she could handle herself. Nancy put the money into her pockets and started walking in that direction, whistling slightly as she went. A sickening feeling formed in her stomach, like someone was watching her, stalking her. She turned her head over her shoulder and saw about ten bikers. The feeling in her stomach worsened. Her hands shook slightly. Her palms grew sweaty. She wanted to chalk it up to imagination but... life was never that kind for demigods.