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🌻 Runa Johansson 🌻

Location:Under the Sea -> Helheim -> Hotel Valhalla - Reception
Skills: Norwegian

As the pressure around her increased, her lungs building like they were filled with molten fire, Runa kicked and flailed desperately. It was no use. The vatnavaettir continued to dive deeper and deeper below the water, pulling its demigod prey along with it. Her strength ebbed out of her body, as the ocean itself crushed her and as things went dark, the young wiccan hoped that her spirit would find rest in the Summerlands before the wheel of life would turn again. She closed her eyes, succumbing to death, the toy lightsaber still gripped in her hand.

Her eyes snapped open, suddenly alert as she gasped for breath - the air was sharp, icy, and cold, nothing like the heat and humidity of the beach in Oslo. Her throat felt hoarse and she was in no mood to speak, as she scrambled up to her feet. All around her were people in various stages of rot and decay, the living dead. She gulped slightly, coming to the conclusion that this had to be the home of the damned, some sort of afterlife of punishment. Her heart sank. It made sense however. She deserved this. Her body felt like lead as she walked forward, realizing that she was on a bridge, one of many that led to a gigantic gate.

"Dyp fred fra løpebølgen til deg... Dyp ro i den rennende luften til deg... Dyp fred fra den stille jorden til deg... Dyp fred for de lysende stjernene til deg... Dyp fred med uendelig fred til deg," Runa whispered, reciting a wiccan prayer for the dead in her native tongue. None of the other shambling dead interacted with her, which she preferred - she kept to herself in life and she didn't see a reason to do so in death. She deserved to be here, to be punished for her failings and faults.

She only lifted her head once she reached the gate, choking back a gasp of fear as she glimpsed a gigantic, gruesome giant. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion as he exclaimed in English that she wasn't supposed to be there - this was the afterlife for the damned, didn't she belong? Runa barely registered what he had called her when the gatekeeper charged and she instinctively turned her head, her heart pounding out of fear even though she was already dead, as everything went dark - again.

Her eyes snapped open. Runa expected to find herself back in the cold and miserable land of death. Instead... she was in what looked like a hotel lobby. It took her a moment to register that someone was holding her. "...Hallo?" she whispered, her hands trembling. "Kan jeg bli lagt ned?" she asked, her voice so quiet it was barely audible.




Location: Atrium
Skills: N/A
The color drained from Vinnie's face. The ginger didn't even know if she was a robot zombie or not. The logical conclusion then was that anyone could be one of them - Vinnie could be a green space bug thing and she wouldn't even know it! She tried not to hyperventilate at the very thought. She felt human - but what did feeling human even feel like? She felt a little cold - or was she slightly hot? No, she was definitely just flustered and her body temperature was normal... Unless this wasn't what a normal body temperature was?

If anyone else was one of the robots.... it was definitely the girl with the green hair. She came in, holding up the bits she had taken from the robot zombie carcass, talking to them like they were her pets. Hydraulic fluid sounded like something a robot would know about anyways. It was a lot more scientific than what Vinnie would have called it - green goo blood. One of the strangers/victims/potential robot zombies came up and tried to get her to do some breathing exercises. Vinnie definitely felt patronized by it - and her annoyance of it actually did manage to take her mind off of it some. "Thank you, but I reject your breathing exercises and the patriarchy you're clearly supporting with them! Women are allowed to have feelings, assuming that I'm being hysterical is systematic oppression! I'm sure that I am an educated person or something, but seriously, this situation is confusing and scary, so I am allowed to express my feelings without ridicule!"

"Let's go back to the food area, we can find something sharp enough to break the skin there," Raynor told everyone. "Starting with Sophia... And look, clearly the kid is a bit of a weirdo, so I don't think we need to keep rehashing that. She isn't hurting anyone and she isn't going to hurt herself with the stuff. Hell, we could probably use the jaw to cut everyone. The kid also is the one who studied the corpse the most, so she can be the one to feel up the Scaredy Cat with the fake disease."


☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Amtrak - Washington State
Skills: N/A

Nancy narrowed her eyes at Niah for a moment, after her fellow demigod insulted her rendition of Cherry Bomb. "You dare insult the singing of a child of the God of Music?" Nancy asked, her voice sounding raspy - a combination of Darth Vader and Lord Voldemort. She held the gaze for a moment before she started to snicker, her facial expression changing to one of glee. "Just messing with you," she explained, giggling a little bit. She did enjoy singing, but she also wasn't going to be offended by Niah's joke. She liked Niah and she trusted her. Had someone else said it, well, then there might have been issues. Nancy's temper was... strong.

"What's Moose Tracks?" Nancy asked Niah. "Also, Rocky Road is the best ice cream flavor for a key reason - the nuts and marshmallows. The nuts are crunchy and give a good bite to it, while the marshmallows are like fluffy little pillows for your teeth. And then the chocolate base? It's heavenly. It's also consistent no matter where you get it from, you know that they'll have it and that it'll taste the way you expect. And as demigods, it's symbolic - our life is a godsdamn rocky road."


🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: RV Camp - Atlanta, Georgia
Skills: N/A

Leda was a bit surprised that Zeke was competent enough to change a diaper without smearing feces all over himself. The naiad reminded her a bit of some of the Apollo campers, with her blonde hair. If her eyes had been a startling grey, she could have passed for one of Kristin's siblings. The naiad seemed more than annoyed at taking the cyclops, but at least she relented and Leda thanked her lucky stars. "Fucking ace. You're the best," Leda told the naiad. "His name is Heracles." She tried to think of something they could give the naiad as a thanks, but she didn't really have anything on her that she could give away.

Her stomach growled and Leda had to hold back a yawn, not really wanting to do anything to upset the naiad. The naiad was a teenager and probably wouldn't have any problems just going back into the pond and ditching them with Heracles. After this, she was hoping they could find some place that had juicy red meat on the menu - she was craving a burger - and maybe the sort of fries that tasted just ambrosia.



Bottom Deck, Front -

"Thank you for your help, Fae," Penny said with a smile. Penny had managed to handle her and Beatrice's things, leaving Fae to get Chiara sorted. The Hufflepuff Prefect found a clump of seats together in the front of the Knight Bus on the lowest level, figuring that it would be the easiest on everyone. She didn't want to take advantage of Fae and force her to drag up Chiara's things to the top level - that would have been rather rude in her opinion. "Maybe we'll have a class together this term."

Chiara and Beatrice had gone over to Hagrid, doting and fawning over Fang. Even Chiara, the shyest first year at Hogwarts, was petting the dog and whispering quietly to the puppy, as if they spoke their own special language.

Hagrid glanced up, noticing that Georgina had elected to take a seat in the back of the bus - and that someone's patronus had flittered on over to her. "Yer alright, Georgie?" he called out to her, his voice loud and booming. The bus lurched and then there was a loud BANG! as they were suddenly flying along a road somewhere in northern England, maybe Scotland, it was hard to tell. Luggage was flying everywhere, Georgina's stuff slammed painfully into her knee, and Hagrid almost toppled over (which would have squished Beatrice and Chiara, as the two girls fell backwards and landed in Barnaby Lee's lap). Fae managed to keep her balance, though her owl let out a screech of annoyance.

Middle Deck, Back -

The Weasley brothers and Nymphadora Tonks accompanied Apollo, with poor Tonks being forced to lug her luggage along as Apollo had only helped the boys. She muttered something under her breath about things never being fair for girls anyways and her hair turned a vivid shade of violet, her eyes physically narrowing as well until they resembled those of a cat. "Thanks, mate," Bill Weasley said with a smile. He managed to get into a seat, with Charlie and Tonks sitting on either side of him.

As the Knight Bus lurched and POPPED! into a new location, Madalyne was sent lurching forwards. Her luggage would have rolled over but with her feet propped up on it and her quick reflexes from Quidditch, she managed to stop it. Apollo was knocked to the ground, the luggage crashing onto the floor around him as the Levitation Charm ended. Mary was luckier - she just swayed to the side, nearly slamming her head into the chair next to hers. Artemis got the worst of it though. The suddenness of the Knight Bus knocked him to the ground and he landed on his wrist funny, breaking it. It wasn't his wand arm at least but damn... Maybe everyone should've just called off this school year?

Top Deck -

Talbott Winger was still off by himself at the front. Andre Egwu was sitting with most of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team not too far from him, with Talbott becoming increasingly annoyed that they were disrupting his quiet time. No one was bothering Elizabeth in the back, though she'd be able to see Paige and Zelda sitting towards the center. The sudden lurch of the Knight Bus wouldn't phase Elizabeth at all, though the Ravenclaw Keeper's luggage fell on the Ravenclaw Seeker. Ouch.



Location: the Knight Bus: Top Center
Magic: Pocket Sneakoscope

Paige adored all animals on principle. One of her best classes was Care for Magical Creatures and growing up, her favorite memories of spending time with her dad usually involved fantastic beasts in one way or another. Most of those ones tended to be aquatic, poor things that ended up tangled in muggle fishing nets in their home city of Bristol. Kelpies were her favorite - they were majestic, vicious things. "I'm hoping Hagrid lets us see the puppy... Maybe I can convince Professor Kettleburn we need a lesson on handling dogs, specifically puppies owned by Hagrid."

She nodded slightly at Zelda's thoughts on the Death Eaters, about to reply when the bus jolted suddenly. Hestia let out a half scream, half meow. Paige was forced back into her seat, white knuckling it. Zelda hardly even moved, as if the Knight Bus had decided that she deserved a smooth and comfortable ride. Paige glanced out at their surroundings, trying to figure out where they were. Travel with the Knight Bus was funny. In theory, it should have been able to hop straight to Hogwarts and drop them off - but it usually seemed to have to make multiple jumps, with stretches of real driving in between.

"Bloody hell, this bus is a proper nightmare sometimes..." Paige groaned.


🐺 Asha Jabari 🐺

Location: Hotel Valhalla - Reception
Skills: N/A

Asha didn't really speak with her father very often - she had only spoken with Odin twice throughout her entire time at Hotel Valhalla. This was fairly typical for the demigod einherjar, as their parents were gods and often just... didn't show up. Because of that, she didn't really feel bad if she threw around her father's name in order to get Hunding a deserved break from Helgi's bullying. It honestly shocked her that no one had really said anything about it to the All-Father. Whenever she saw Odin again - admittedly, which could be thousand of years from then - she figured she'd ask for a favor.

If not, she could always lie to Helgi and tell him that Odin decreed he had to be nice to Hunding.

Actually, that was an excellent idea. "The All-Father has misplaced his dagaz rune somewhere between floors three hundred and three hundred fifty. He has asked me to inform you, O great Hunding, that you have the honor of retrieving it for him. No magical items can be used, as the rune is potentially unstable, and no one else is authorized to help you in this hunt. The All-Father wishes you well on your quest and asks that you bring the rune and place it on his chair at tonight's feast."


Guin Stark


Location: Stark Tower - the Roof
Skills: N/A
Guin snickered at Bethany's insults, having no trouble at all with imagining Galactus using the Silver Surfer as a butt plug. In fact, the only thing that she could figure from a logical standpoint was that the Silver Surfer was probably too small - it would take the herald to spawn a bunch of clones and then, collectively, they could plug up Galactus' butt. "I think he gets the spirit of it," Guin told Iris. She didn't want to openly discuss who was going to pull the trigger on the Nullifier, mostly since she figured that Galactus would perceive that as weakness, that they were wavering in their resolve.

Elizabeth seemed to be channeling the spirit of Dorothy - or was she the Wicked Witch in this situation, since the Silver Surfer was the Tin Man? Would Elizabeth even have the singing voice to carry herself in Defying Gravity? Reed Richards' insult had to be the most pathetic, sad little thing she had ever heard. For a moment, it was like Mr. Rogers was trying to insult Galactus - especially since the best one of the smartest men in the world could come up with was buzz off! Mary's insults were rather practically minded, though people seemed to be deviating from threaten and insult to just insult.

Either way, Guin was still a bit shocked when it actually worked and Galactus, butt plug in tow, retreated. "Hot damn... We should try just roasting our villains more often," she said. She then pressed a few buttons on her heads up display, trying to get a direct line to her father.

"Dad? Daddy? We won! New York lives to fight another horrible cosmic battle in probably a few years!"

Neil Spellman


Location: Stark Tower - the Roof
Skills: N/A
Neil turned bright red as Sara returned his sentiment. A not so small part of him was relieved that she felt the same way - he didn't expect that someone so bright, spunky, and popular as Sara Grey would be interested in someone like him, even after all of this time. He was the quiet guy who liked to draw and run Dungeons & Dragons campaigns - in the movie of their lives, he probably would have been relegated to a background part. "Cool," he said awkwardly, smiling at her.

Neil wished that they could have saved all of the aliens on Galactus' ship... but they had barely saved the Earth. They had the Nullifier now, so at least he couldn't go and threaten them again. The Silver Surfer was gone. Maybe it wasn't what heroes did, letting Galactus keep his zoo of prisoners but... He didn't know if there was anything they could really do. Galactus was gone. To seek him out and challenge him again would be madness. Maybe the Fantastic Four could do that. They'd had a lot more experience when it came to space battles. "Galactus is gone... He could be galaxies away by now... I don't think there's anything else we can go. We got lucky as it is."



The Hub - San Fransisco: February 14th, 2021 - 10:00 A.M.


Virology Lab...

It was all hands on deck in the labs. In the conference room, top researchers from around the world were in a holographic version of a Zoom meeting, discussing what they could do about M-Pox. Reed Richards and Bruce Banner, among others, were partaking in the conversation. Dr. Jiāng, the scientific mind behind the Secret Warriors and the Phase Three Experiments, was in the room along with Chloe Ridgeway, Cass' cousin.

"...Richards, you can't seriously be suggesting the Godpower theory..."

"I'm sorry, the what?" Chloe asked.

Out in the lab proper, technicians were running experiments at just about every work bench. Yet even those in the virology lab did not represent the full workforce. The desks outside were filled, with people pouring through countless articles, running every simulation and calculation that they could think of, all in an attempt to find a way to mitigate this virus. S.H.I.E.L.D. luckily had enough protective suits for the mutants they employed, but they didn't have nearly enough for even a small fraction of the mutants in the world.

Simmons had given the vial of Wolverine's blood to Niah, her eyes widening at the news that Cass was the cure somehow. She was instantly skeptical of the claim. "Agent Reed, you're the cure - what exactly? Never mind, we need to get Agent Sparks stable," she shook her head, going and putting an oxygen mask on Sparky. "Dr. Bautista, if you wouldn't mind?" she asked, getting the stuff for a blood transfusion set up. Her eyes flickered over to Tempest. "Agent Renroir - if you could try to stabilize our patient."

Maria's phone would begin to obnoxiously ring and buzz repeatedly as a series of texts all came in at once -

Space??? Are you okay???
Cardiff too???
Maria?????
MARIA YOU MOTHERFUCKING BETTER ANSWER ME GODDAMN IT!
I've never related more to Frozone's wife in the Incredibles
DON'T MAKE ME PRETEND IT'S AN AVENGERS LEVEL THREAT AND COME OVER THERE
MA-RI-A!!!!!




Location: Quinjet - the Hangar
Skills: N/A

Bonnie rolled her eyes at Flynn's attempts at comedy. "If you walked that off, you'd just make it worse, idiot." She liked him and she appreciated that he had to preserve his macho identity, but walking on a shattered knee wasn't going to do him any favors. He was an idiot - a cute idiot. Goose walked up to her and began purring, having apparently been taking a catnap the entire time. She was glad the fur ball was okay. Flynn had hobbled off of the quinjet and Bonnie began to follow suit, using the rail to support herself as she awkwardly hopped on off.

Her ankle was throbbing and definitely swelling. It was bad enough that it was broken, but the sling ring transports by Strange had aggravated her injuries. Each time they made a jump, it was like slamming their bodies into the ground - not the medical recommended standards for broken bone care! Tinley's broken leg was not a fan of her continuing to use it. She would be rocked with crippling, debilitating pain as her leg refused to bear weight anymore. Tinley would collapse from the abuse of her leg as she went into the hangar. Flynn's shattered knee would similarly be giving him a lot of pain, probably enough to make him scream.

"Mind your injuries," Strange reminded them, before he began to float and meditate. His image seemed to blur as he chanted something in an ancient tongue, preparing wards and defenses against the Black Order. He couldn't hear or see anything near him in that sort of state, so shouting at him or asking him questions would be useless.

Thane was bound in the magical chains and standard issue prison cuffs, Matt's helmet awkwardly obscuring his face. "Help, help, this bitch fell," Thane said at a perfectly normal volume with a malicious smirk, looking around. He had been in prison long enough to know that looking out for the guards wasn't a particularly great idea. "So if you're still alive and not dead, miss... What the fuck is the Black Order?"

"Tin-erm, Agent Abercrombie!" Bonnie explained. She tried to shuffle hop her way on over to Tinley, also wary of Thane. Even with the magical chains on him and the handcuffs, he still looked like he could snap her like a toothpick with ease. Luckily for them, however, the hangar was soon flooded with other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, led by Director Maria Hill.

"Agent Abercrombie - we need to talk," Hill said sternly. The agents were able to pretty much plainly see that Thane was a prisoner and they surrounded him, all of them aiming guns at the giant as they shuffled him off, about to place him in an interrogation holding cell. Some of the agents walked on over to Flynn, Tinley, and Bonnie, a floating stretcher trailing along with them for Tinley.

Bonnie knew she wasn't going to make it to virology very fast with her ankle. "Goose? I need to get to the virology lab, fast," she told the cat softly, hoping he'd understand.




December 18th, 2020 - 2:30 PM

Dunkin' Donuts -

Inside, everything still seems calm - the coffees were made just as Leighton requested, no one was really coming or going at the moment. It was seemingly a safe and secure place for them to talk.

Outside, however, Anastasia's limo pulled into the Strip Mall. Pyro was leaning up against Desiree's car and he smirked, waving cheerfully over at Anastasia. He had a lighter in his hand, flicking it every now and then as to conjure the flame. "Took you long enough, lass," he teased once Anastasia approached him. "They've been in there a fair bit, just talkin'."

The Mall -

Morgan did their very best to stifle their laugh, looking at how incredulous and upset the wild Karen was. The annoying woman did her very best to scream, yet not a sound would come out. Instead, she hugged her bag to her chest to keep the contents from spilling out and then roughly grabbed her kids and stormed off in a huff. Morgan took the money from Jinx, with a Cheshire cat type smile on their face. They turned around and grabbed a classic Cinnabon and got it ready for Jinx, before turning and giving it to him.

They looked a bit like a mischievous imp, as they printed off a receipt for Jinx and then scribbled down their number. "Call me?" they asked, sliding him the piece of paper. "The classic is the best. If you didn't want this one, then there's something seriously wrong with you."

Veil


Location: Mutant Underground Hideout -> the Old Underground Hideout
Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation
To say that everything was imploding and exploding in Veil's life simultaneously would be a surprisingly adequate description. "Don't call me Valery Hope," she grumbled into the phone, right before Echo ended the call. It had been a while since she went by that name. She really preferred Veil - it suited her and it had an air of mystery to it that she appreciated. It also was the name she chose, rather than one that was given to her. She got into the shotgun seat, letting Spark Plug drive. The phone call with her twin was over, so she put her phone back into her pocket and took a moment to just breathe.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she reassured Spark Plug. "I'm going to cloak us the entire way there and back. Feedback, I want you jamming all electronic devices when we get there and do a thorough sweep for bugs in the car as we leave. Glimpse, you're on telepathic recon and defense. Sapphire and Spark Plug, if they make any funny moves, well, you're my tanks. Shut them down. I don't like how powerful Tome has become... He's the bigger threat of the two of them. But he's also just a kid. We can use that against him if we have to."

She tugged on her curly hair, staring out the window. She concentrated and they faded away, completely invisible. "Our priority is the safety of the Mutant Underground. If we can help this innocent, then that's great. If we can't..." she let her voice trail off.

The drive was a relatively short one. It wasn't easy, seeing the destruction of what had been her home for a long time. Unlike the X-Mansion, the Underground Hideout couldn't have just been rebuilt. Its existence required for it to be secret and hidden. It was here that the Hellfire Club had sent Magik and Vulcan to kill them. Her brother was there - her heart clenched, worried sick about Echo. Tome was there too. That sent a chill down her spine.

She exhaled and the van became visible again. She stepped on out of the van, her gaze a bit stormy. She didn't like this instantly. Leighton wasn't there and she didn't see the innocent victim of the Hellfire Club either. "Echo, you alright?" she asked, walking over to her brother and giving him a quick hug.

Sunshine and Casper


Location: Mutant Underground Hideout - First Floor: Training Room
Skills: Mediumship
Sunshine nodded slightly at James' suggestion that they see about getting her more to eat. Had he not believed her lie, she likely would have punched him or something. Growing up on the streets and then doing time in juvi did wonders for your emotional development, after all.

Ben smirked a little bit, amused to see that James was apologizing for calling him an Eldritch Horror. It was also just nice to be recognized. While people could talk to him, they had to rely generally on Casper to pass along his messages. Most just didn't bother with it. Jack was one of Ben's dearest friends while alive (and unrequited love) and yet Ben couldn't remember the last time Jack had tried to talk to him. "Okay fine, your boyfriend doesn't suck," Ben told Casper.

"Hey, he sucks when he wants to," Casper replied, wiggling his eyebrows a bit. "As for who did it... I think it was me? Or him? Or both of us? I could try..." He had managed to do it in the reality the Scarlet Witch made after all. His mind had been entirely clear there, able to project the ghosts so that way others could see them and interact with them - so that way Ben was corporeal again.

"You ready to try, Bennie Ben Ben?"

Ben nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I've been waiting to give all of these losers a piece of my mind," he quipped.

Casper took a deep breath, before he strained just about every fiber of his being. Had he not started to glow blue - largely concentrated around his hands and his eyes - it would have looked like he was just extremely constipated. The blue glowing apparition of Ben then appeared, allowing everyone to see and hear the dead Asian teenager.

"Hey, assholes," Ben said, though he looked positively thrilled, as happy as a little kid on Christmas morning.

Sunshine stopped mid-swallow, looking at Ben, entirely stunned. She had been about to finish off the rest of the Cheez-Its that Feedback had given her. Food was a form of love to her - and unfortunately she also had an eating disorder, unable to control herself when it was available, as for most of her life it just wasn't. "...You can bring back Erg," she blurted.


✨ Rebecca Eventide ✨

Location: Argo III - the Galley
Skills: Mystiokinesis

Rebecca positively beamed, seeing the doughnut appear on the table. Not very many were successful in manipulating the Mist on their first attempt, especially if they were not descended from the Triple Goddess. Perhaps Andy's mother was a daughter of Hecate - she made a mental note to investigate that possible connection later. "You're a natural, Andy," Rebecca praised. Arthur struggled with it and she felt a pang of sympathy for him. Most of those skilled with the Mist did tend to be women - hence all of the lore regarding witches. "It's hard to explain it in plain terms... The Mist is a force that surrounds us, it is ever present... much like the Force in Star Wars," she thought.

"It's very much about your intuition and instincts, your inner self, almost reaching a point where your unconsciousness and consciousness meet," she tried to explain. "I'm afraid this is probably getting more confusing... But again, begin from creating illusions that your victims wish to see. For example, I would love to see a pretty necklace with a moon pendant. Perhaps Andy wants to see the game of Life. Lauryn may wish to see some shiny new tools."

She thought for a moment as Lauryn requested that she make a puppy appear. Maybe an addition demonstration was what they needed - at any rate, she had hoped to also use this time to teach Arthur about necromancy. Rebecca closed her eyes and concentrated, willing the Mist to change and form a three headed puppy. At first, nothing happened - the Mist was fickle. She relaxed and allowed her mind to go into a place on the edge of fury and serenity. A gorgeous three headed puppy then appeared in her hands, each head looking around excitedly. "Aww, he's rather cute," Rebecca murmured, smiling down at the dog. "Hello, little one."

🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: Argo III - Upper Deck
Skills: N/A

Leda snickered softly at Kiera's astute observation. "Romans are awfully full of it - acting like they're all that when they're the living embodiment of that meme about copying someone else's work and just changing it up slightly," she whispered back to Kiera. She didn't use a cell phone, she stayed at Camp Half-blood year round, but the Hermes kids tended to make sure everyone was informed on the latest memes. The Romans all looked incredibly tense from what she could tell, though that was probably just their default mode. Everything was always military this, war that, completely boring in her opinion. She preferred the more free style approach to life of the Greeks. "Brilliant, we'll land outside of NRC," Leda abbreviated, NRC standing for New Rome City of course. She did it entirely on purpose to annoy the Senate.

However, she did not expect the brutal screaming fest by the brunette with the purple cloak. With a temper like that, Leda could easily imagine her as a daughter of Ares - or Mars, she supposed - but her body was too petite and delicate. She was super cute though, with a poof haircut that reminded Leda of Stranger Things. Admittedly, Leda adored the drama of it all. She wanted to know and see more. What had the blonde girl done to make the brunette so angry? From the rant, it seemed like it had to do with the prophecy. The other girl in the purple cloak seemed a lot more calm. "So, is now a bad time to chat or... should we ring back later?" Leda asked.

She really wanted to see the little blonde girl lose her head too. This was the most entertainment she'd had in ages.

☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: New Rome - the Senate House
Skills: N/A

Every hero had a fatal flaw - something that if they did not hold in check would surely get them killed. For some, this was pride, the belief that they could do anything better than anyone, even the gods. Others were so loyal to their friends that they would sacrifice the world to save them. Nancy's fatal flaw was ugly - anger. There was always a level of rage simmering inside of her, but whenever she was truly set off, whenever she erupted, it would get vicious and cruel fast. She had a temper to match Bruce Banner's.

She shouldn't have exploded at Leandra - especially not in front of the Greeks. But Nancy wasn't able to control her fatal flaw. Not only was Leandra advocating for the endangerment of Camp Jupiter under the guise of maintaining the day to day wellbeing of the legion, she also had insulted Nancy repeatedly. "Leandra Lovelace, daughter of Cupid, Centurion of the Fourth Cohort," Nancy began, her voice with a dangerous edge to it. Had this been a cartoon, steam would have been pouring out of her ears. "You want to talk about having a Camp Jupiter to come back to? Then let's talk. We convene the Senate every three days to talk about the day to day well being of Camp Jupiter, New Rome, and the Legion. If your proposed budget cuts are so dire in importance that they must be talked about at the freaking emergency session of the Senate regarding a WORLD ENDING PROPHECY then why didn't you bring them up earlier today? Or the previous meeting? No, I think that they only came to mind now because you wish to undermine my authority as praetor. You were not elected praetor. I was. Deal with it. And if you really believe these budget cuts are key to talk about, then fine, let's talk about them. Let's waste our time for deciphering this prophecy. Every member of the Legion who falls, when their loved ones ask why we weren't more prepared for this, I'll be sure to tell them that BUDGET CUTS had to be discussed during the FREAKING APOCALYPSE SENATE SESSION!" Nancy roared. Her hands were curled into fists, her knuckles bright white.
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