Morose

The Gifted - Concluded

@Kirah So in the skills, the pickpocketing specialty would need to be a separate skill.
@BlueSky44 Approved, move her on over.

The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose

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December 18th, 2020 - 3:00 PM

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Dunkin' Donuts -

Pyro burst into the Dunkin' Donuts, a cape of flames fluttering behind him. The glass door was thrown aside so roughly that it shattered. The customers inside of the store panicked, ducking underneath tables. Some of them sprinted to the bathrooms to hide. The workers dove behind the counter, praying to whatever deities they believed in that they would come out unscathed. They weren't paid nearly enough to die in a Dunkin' Donuts.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Pyro taunted, his sing-song voice more menacing than playful. "I'm going to count to ten. If you don't come out, I'm going to assume you've decided to decline our generous offer of membership... All the better for me."

Aside from terrified whimpers and the background music in the store - Oops I Did It Again by Britney Spears - there was absolute silence. Pyro's fire had turned into a pack of three flaming wolves. Each step of their paws left gigantic scorch marks on the floor. "One... Seven, eight, nine, ten!"

The wolves spread throughout the store, looking for their target. Eventually, one of them howled over by the bathrooms and Pyro went inside, kicking down the door of the ladies' room. He kicked in stall after stall, until he found Desiree crouched on top of a toilet, shaking with fear. She tried to focus, to concentrate and wipe out Pyro's senses, but she was too slow - one of his flaming wolves leapt on her and she let out a blood curdling scream.

"Leighton, help!!!!

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Veil

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Location: the Old Underground Hideout
Skills: N/A

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Veil's expression was guarded as she listened to Warlock, especially as he mentioned that the goal of the Hellfire Club was peace. The last time a villain courted peace on national television, New York had been razed by Loki's army. She didn't trust the Hellfire Club, especially as they used cruel and brutal methods, ones that harmed mutants just as much as humans. With Magneto in their ranks, that told her that peace was just another world for domination. "Warlock, if we had believed that you didn't leave of your own free will, we would've fought to the death to bring you back," she told him sternly. "We don't abandon each other."

She silently prepared herself to throw up a force field to keep Feedback from killing Warlock. Taking a life, that was something that couldn't be undone easily, something that couldn't just be taken back. But her readied action completely dissipated as things took an abrupt turn for the weird. She didn't even know if what Warlock was proposing was possible. The only person she could think of who had returned from the dead successfully had been Jean Grey thanks to the Phoenix Force. Her brother had pulled Feedback into a hug, offering her what Warlock just had - a chance to see her mother again.

When Xavier had asked her to lead a branch of the Mutant Underground, he hadn't prepared her for discussing the efficacy of necromancy. He hadn't given her any tips on how to dissuade people from heading down the path of the dark arts. Veil adored Harry Potter - and it had had a clear message. Black magic, no matter how good your intentions were, was cursed. "I'm not an expert on magic or necromancy, but I don't think this would end well," she said, looking at Feedback. "I know you want your mom back - I get it, I'd want the same if I lost someone close to me... But resurrecting someone from the grave? That's the sort of thing that gets you cursed, results in the death of everyone around you, maybe even the loss of your sanity. If you're going to dabble with that sort of forces... That's opening a doorway. More than just your mom could come through. You've seen Casper, how paralyzed he can get. He can't control what ghosts come from the other side."

It had been way more than the agreed ten minutes that they would wait. Something must have been seriously wrong. No one had come out of the fog Spark Plug conjured to attack them - maybe the Hellfire Club had realized Ice Queen was double crossing them. "Warlock, contact Ice Queen now. Otherwise we're leaving. It's been too long. The innocent could be in serious trouble by this point - it might even be too late."

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Casper Theriot

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Location: Mutant Underground Hideout - First Floor: Training Room
Skills: Mediumship

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For the first time in ages, Ben actually wished that no one could see him. He was filled with shame. "Sorry," he said quietly to Jack. He had spent decades with only Casper being able to hear and see him. His verbal filter was pretty much gone, as he wasn't used to other people hearing his snide remarks and comments. The glowing blue aura surrounding him faded away quickly, until Ben wasn't there anymore. Casper couldn't even see him at this point. Ben was just gone.

The blue glow in Casper's eyes and covering his hands had vanished as well. "Language!" he told his brother, before sneezing again. He wasn't too sure what was going on with Jack, since he was cussing out his phone from the looks of it. Casper had expected him to be mopey and sad over losing Alexis, not angry and anti-Captain America-y over technology. "Do you - sneeze - need some - sneeze - help with - sneeze - using a phone?" Casper asked his baby brother.

"Oh gods - sneeze - tissue would be - sneeze - great," Casper replied to Cayden. "I feel like - sneeze - my nose is - sneeze - an elephant's glory hole!" He really hoped that this minor cold or whatever disease Sunshine had given him would go away soon - that or he'd probably ask James to use his magic hands to make it all go away. Casper's nose was as red as Rudolph the Reindeer's at this point.

"And what - sneeze - makes sense?" he asked his brother.

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Sunshine

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Location: Mutant Underground Hideout - Aboveground -> First Floor: Training Room
Skills: Disease Manipulation

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Sunshine let James hold her, not punching him or giving him a bad case of the seasonal flu or anything of the sort. She had memories - fake ones, she had to remind herself - of her father holding her like this in the other world. She could recall getting to watch cartoons on an iPad, going to amusement parks and screaming on the roller coasters, getting into trouble at school and the teacher making Jack come to settle things. It was painful, knowing that in the other world her life had been a lot better, a lot happier. She had to settle for the hand she was dealt in the real world though - one where her mother had kicked her out before she had even finished kindergarten, where she had grown up on the streets and had to flee during the Battle of New York, where she had been sent to juvi for a crime she didn't commit.

"I guess I should go help your boyfriend before he uses cocaine to stop sneezing." She got up from where she had been sitting, for a moment reluctant again to leave the outdoors and go back underground to where the others were. It was incredibly cold and chilly, snowing even - but she still just loved the open air. She could breathe better.

She went back down into the Underground proper, heading to where the others still were in the training room. She walked up to Casper and cured him in the most violent way possible - she punched him and green mist seemed to come out of his body, dissipating harmlessly into the air. "You're cured, loser. Congratulations."

The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded

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⚡John Watts⚡ and 🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹

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Location: Mojoworld - Hobo Camp
Skills: N/A

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Watts' left eye twitched, hearing Andrew say that being trapped in a coma was just the way things were supposed to be. He refused to accept that. They had a workable solution to the Andrew Problem - just allow him to age normally as a boy, going through puberty and life again without the risk of death due to what the Sisterhood had done to him. "You don't remember your life. Your brain injuries were extensive. Unless we can have a guarantee that aging you to an adult again won't place you in a coma, then you'll have to deal with it and grow up like every other child. I'll adopt you and school you." His hands were shaking with rage and Watts desperately wanted to throw something at Andrew out of anger - and then Evelyn since she agreed with him.

"Evelyn he won't GET BACK TO NORMAL! IF WE TURN HIM BACK INTO AN ADULT, WE MIGHT AS WELL SAVE THE FUCKING ELECTRICITY AND PUT A BULLET IN HIS SKULL!" Watts snapped. His body started to vibrate quickly. He hadn't taken another hit of the speed serum, but there was still some left in his body and Watts' image blurred. He couldn't believe how everyone was just okay with the lunacy of this idea. They had done all of this to get Andrew back, they had mourned and grieved for him, and now they were just going to give up and let a coma snuff out the Cupcake Eater?

Arthur was staying out of the fight between the two other boys. One, he didn't really want to get involved. Two, Evelyn had asked him a question and Sapphire was accusing him of being stupid. He knew that they had to be careful. Unlike Watts however, Arthur's method of expressing anger wasn't to blow up and scream. No, he preferred to settle things with his fists. "My father was Harrison Snow," Arthur answered, his voice rough yet steady. "The Sisterhood killed him and tried to kill me. I was marooned on a living island called Krakoa for years. I would have been better off dead. But I'm alive, and my father is dead, and they owe me a debt. They're going to die."

"Now, let's go." This group didn't strike him as the sort that used plans anyways, but they already had one - explosives could be set up to clear an escape for them. They already had several people volunteering to make them. Arthur wanted to get his real body back, he wanted to kill Madalyne Pyror and her goons, and he was finally going to put his father's spirit to rest.

Forgotten Space

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Location: Galley
Skills: N/A

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Vinnie tilted her head back and chugged the entire thing of cherry soda that Sophia had gotten her. She instantly fell in love with the sensation of the fizz on the inside of her mouth, the sweetness of the sugar helping to calm her nerves. Whether it was caffeinated or not, she definitely felt a lot more alert and confident. Confident enough to not care if people were zombies? Nope. The red blood everyone was producing definitely helped with that though. The green haired girl definitely was insane and Vinnie was trying her hardest not to look at her or her pet eyeball. Manny so far had to be her favorite person there - mostly since he seemed to know everything about keeping them alive and not dead.

"Doc's got a point," Vinnie chimed in. "This entire situation is completely messed up. We have no idea what was done for us - since we're in space, maybe we were abducted and they left behind crop circles and we're going to be probed!" She had a brief image of all of them in some sort of conspiracy, alien truther talk show. But armed with the sugary courage of her chugged soda, Vinnie half walked, half dashed over to the machine and ordered herself a steak. She yelped slightly as she cut herself with the knife, bleeding red blood.

"Hey, uh, doc... Is it unsanitary if I still eat this steak? It's my blood so I can't be hurt by it, right?" Vinnie asked. The steak smelled heavenly. She popped her bleeding finger into her mouth out of pure habit, sucking on it to try to stop the bleeding.

"Guess I'm last," Raynor said, ordering a steak and pricking his finger with the knife. He bled red as well. He used his other hand to press down on the cut to stop the blood flow, his eyes narrowing as he saw the post card. He wasn't sure what it meant. If the android had been there longer than everyone else... What was the point in that? Why have a robot stay in the space station longer than the humans? "We should search all the rooms. Maybe we'll find more clues. Split up into pairs, just in case."

"I call Sophia!" Vinnie blurted. She was still suspicious of the ginger for knowing that they were in space, but at the same time, Sophia had bought her temporary love and admiration with the soda. There was something familiar about her as well.

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

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Amtrak - North Dakota
Skills: Prophecy, Latin

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Nancy snickered slightly at the idea of a surprise river. She just had this mental image of them standing in the streets of Fargo, Niah praying to her mother, and then SURPRISE! Where there had once been an office building was now a river with a little yellow inflatable raft that somehow went all the way to Mount Rushmore. For whatever reason in her imagination, the boat was manned by a beaver dressed up in a rain coat and galoshes as well. "Can I just say, I think we were really too quick to dismiss this surprise river plan? I think it's got real potential," Nancy said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "As for driving lessons - yes. I think we start small though with bumper cars. Highly educational."

The daughter of Apollo then suddenly lost the mirth in her expression, as she sat down on the ground, her legs crossed. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her deck of tarot cards. Nancy wasn't even really sure if she could trigger a vision - she hadn't tried before. She didn't like her power of prophecy at all, fearing that she would eventually end up some shriveled old Oracle - or even worse, a complete ditz like her half sister Alexandra. "hoc me odisse," she mumbled in Latin, more or less translating to I hate this. With her eyes closed, she tried to trigger a vision of some rich monster in Fargo.

Nothing happened at first.

Her fingers then felt incredibly cold and chilly, as Nancy felt some magnetic force pull her. She pulled a single tarot card from the deck in the upright position - the Devil. The card symbolized addiction, green, consumerism, materialism. Her vision flashed for a moment, seeing the den of a cyclops in the junk yard in Fargo, before it all cleared. Nancy's head was pounding like she had pulled an all nighter before an exam fueled by only skittles and red bull. "Urgh... When we get to Fargo, we need to head to the junk yard. There's a cyclops den there."

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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🗡️ Megan Pendragon 🗡️

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Location: Merlin's Warehouse -> Near Maleficent's Den of Evil
Skills: N/A

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Megan wondered what exactly Tinker could really do in this sort of situation. She had seen the movies and from what she remembered, Tinker relied on people to clap and say they believed in her to stay alive - so would Maleficent be able to kill her by just believing Tinker incapable of breathing? She had a lot of questions about all of this, especially since from what Merlin had told them, everything seemed to be a giant crossover mash up of popular Disney movies in the world they came from. With Jack in the car, Megan pulled out of the parking spot and began driving towards the address he gave her. She could see Tinker following them in the rearview mirror.

"I'm not quite sure, to be frank..." Megan answered her brother. "It is all very odd and unusual. Yet we cannot say that any of it is impossible. Already today, I've witnessed several acts that I cannot help but call magic. The number of coincidences that would be required to explain it all away is just too high. And since we cannot say that what Merlin said was impossible, merely improbable... We have to consider that it could be true. I even have memories of Merlin from when I was very little. Maybe it's the power of suggestion or false memory syndrome but... I think this could all be real, Jack. Until I see evidence that rules this all as impossible, I'm going to contend that it could be true." She had ended up blathering on and on, more of thinking as she spoke. The drive wasn't too long and she pulled up about a block away from the address, putting the car into park.

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

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Wendy's - Atlanta, Georgia
Skills: N/A

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Leda shot Zeke a bit of a death glare. It was one thing to have daddy issues as a demigod - another thing entirely to go around essentially giving gods and goddesses reasons to incinerate you. Apollo may have been incredibly good looking and talented, but he was just as capable of being cruel as any other god or goddess. If Zeke wanted to invite that sort of heat, then fine, that was up to him. Leda really liked being alive and not being sent down to the Underworld to face judgment.

She blushed as Artemis offered her reassurances over the accident. "Thanks." She was a bit shocked to hear that not only was Artemis having her hunters stake out Marysas for them, but they'd also be receiving an escort back to Olympus. She had this mental image of them all piling into a fleet of silver chariots, the Hunters sitting as far as possible from Zeke as he was a boy. "Thank you so much, Lady Artemis - that's brilliant," Leda said, still not touching her food. Like Kristin, she didn't want to eat out of respect for Artemis.

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Runa Johansson

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Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor Twenty One
Skills: Norwegian

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Runa relaxed slightly as Klara shifted into a softer tone, responding better to the lowering of the overall volume. She didn't do well with crowds, especially crowds in an unfamiliar afterlife after the revelation that her father was a god and that she had died with a plastic lightsaber in her hand. Despite feeling overall healthier than she ever had before, it was difficult to breathe, her lungs refusing to fill up with as much air as she needed. "I-I was at the beach... These water horses were drowning people... I tried to help. I guess I failed at that," she said quietly, looking at her feet.

She was listening attentively to what Klara had said - she lived during the Salem Witch Trials and died trying to help free those accused. That was the bravest thing Runa had ever heard in her life, she couldn't help but be in awe of her. Nadia had died fighting zombies, protecting her cousin - a similarly heroic act. Runa doubted that her actions at the beach had really helped anyone. All she had succeeded in doing was to get herself killed.

Her moody, morose inner dialogue was cut off as an axe flew from out of nowhere and killed someone. "Hva?" she exclaimed in her native tongue - what? She swallowed thickly as Nadia explained that the dead man would be back again later. This place was getting more and more overwhelming by the second.

As they reached her room though, where she noticed her name was written in English and there were then runes underneath it, Runa actually smiled. The wardrobe area was filled with various bits of clothing, almost all of it black. There were books on a shelf by the fireplace, largely covering astronomy. A photo of her family was on the mantle. The air inside felt a little easier to breathe as Runa went inside. She then turned, looking at the people who were helping her. She felt guilty for a brief moment that she hadn't been entirely honest with them, not sharing what had happened with the gatekeeper.

"... So what do you... do all day?" Runa asked quietly.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Natsu

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The Hub - San Fransisco: February 14th, 2021 - 10:30 A.M.

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The Hangar...

Hill's eyes were narrowed as she tapped her foot impatiently. She took Tinley's silence to mean that the agent was simply ashamed and remorseful of her actions - certainly a better reaction than yelling and arguing. Hill hated it when agents tried to shout their way out of situations, finding it much better if they just accepted the consequences of their actions and moved on.

Doctor Strange finished his protective warding and sigils, rendering them invisible to the Black Order's sensors - at least for now. He emerged from his trance and gently flew down from his position high up in the air, landing lightly in front of Director Hill. "Maria," he greeted.

"Stephen," she responded in turn.

"You're looking well."

"... Thanks. This is awkward, isn't it?"

"I suppose it's not every day your ex boyfriend shows up at your place of business," he agreed.

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Bonnie Chase

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Location: Virology Lab
Skills: N/A

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Jemma Simmons retreated farther into the virology lab, carefully storing the vial of Cass' blood. While they were going to use it to develop a cure with the help of Doctor Strange, she didn't want to risk anyone knocking it over or anything of the sort until he arrived. Besides, there was plenty of preparatory work they would have to complete before they could begin to use the blood samples they had acquired. Cass would be needed to stay near the Hub essentially until the cure was completed as well, just in case they required further samples.

Bonnie didn't even get a second to rest on her laurels after safely drawing Cass' blood. Something must have gone horribly wrong with Matt's powers - she had a lingering suspicion that perhaps Oliver was to blame, as Matt underwent secondary terrigenesis earlier that day - as Cass was no longer breathing. Her heart had stopped. Her best friend was about to die right in front of her. She had barely gotten a chance to begin to look for a crash cart when Sparky stumbled out of her stretcher, shocked Cass back to life, and then collapsed in Flynn's arms.

She agreed with Flynn completely - people needed to stop dying now. "Thank goodness you're okay, Cass," Bonnie said, wiping a few tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. "I might've pulled a Novikova if we lost you." Bonnie then turned, hearing Oliver explain that Director Hill needed to see Cass. It must have been serious if Hill wanted to talk to her, especially since Flynn had said that Hill was chewing out Tinley. "Urgh... Cass, you really ought to rest and let us observe you, but I know you, so go on and speak to Hill. We've got a wheelchair. Matt can go with you."

Bonnie hurried across the room, grabbing a wheelchair and she wheeled it on over.

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Dominika Novikova

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Location: Virology Lab
Skills: N/A

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As the door opened, Novikova beamed and returned her wife's hug. Maria was in a protective suit which made it difficult for Novikova to show as much affection as she would have liked. "You wouldn't believe what Pym had me and Wanda do - he made an artificial atmosphere for the quarantine room and shut the two of us up in it... Being trapped with the Scarlet Witch was not what I signed up for," she complained. Unlike the mutants at S.H.I.E.L.D., Novikova didn't have any protective gear on. She was lucky, not having developed any symptoms of M-Pox yet.

She entered the virology lab, seeing how busy and crowded it was. Her mouth shifted into a frown as she saw the doctor responsible for Phase Three inside the conference room. In fact, Novikova wasn't really happy to see most of the people here. She was still bitter over being fired from S.H.I.E.L.D., when as far as she was concerned her only crime was caring too much about her best friend to let Sparky die in the Quantum Realm. "Sparks? You look like hell, if it was frozen over and then reheated in the microwave like a freezer burned burrito," she told her best friend bluntly.

Goose was purring and sitting on the stretcher with Sparky. Novikova then turned her gaze, looking at Oliver for a moment and her face paled, realizing something. It was a blurry memory, mostly due to the copious amounts of vodka she had consumed that night, but she couldn't deny it anymore. And with what Maria had told her on the phone about some alien named Thanos... "I know it's not my job anymore, but keeping Thanos' son in the virology lab might not be a genius move."

Bonnie stopped what she was doing. "What... Oh... Oh god, no..." She was staring at Oliver now. It made sense. He was inhuman. He was from Cardiff. He was born on the same day at the same hospital that records indicated Thane had been.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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✨ Rebecca Eventide ✨

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Location: Argo III - the Galley
Skills: N/A

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Rebecca tilted her head at Andy, considering Andy's three statements. All of them seemed reasonable for a daughter of Zeus, the king of Olympus. If she had to guess, she would have gone with the lack of fear of heights as being the lie. The others were just so typical for demigods and the last one seemed to be so obviously Andy's attempt at passing off a small lie as an easily believable truth. However, her attention was quickly caught by Arthur's rapid progress with manipulating the Mist. She had heard that children of the Big Three tended to have an easier time with the Mist than others (not more than the children of Hecate, of course), but it still was a bit awesome to see. "Well done, Arthur!" Rebecca gushed. "We'll make a witch of you yet."

The son of Ares, Jason, seemed to be more content with observing than participating. Rebecca didn't mind that. In her opinion, the children of the god of war were probably the most ill suited when it came to learning magic. Whereas Athena had some associations with magic, Ares was all about violence and brute force - none of the dedication and seriousness required for magical craft.

Suddenly, the room filled with a thick and heavy mist, cloaking everything like a fog. Her heart quickened its pace as she made out three figures in the mist. She instantly knew that her mother, the Queen of Witches and Ghosts, had arrived on the Argo III. The last time she had seen her mother had been that winter, when she and the other year rounders took a trip to Olympus for the Winter Solstice. With her mother present, Rebecca stood up a little straighter, trying her best to impress her. Her mother was the Goddess of Magic, her idle, and she wanted desperately to be her mother's favorite daughter.

She got the sense that Hecate was here with a warning, here to impart something important perhaps. "Mother," Rebecca said softly. "We're all blessed to have you here... Everyone, this is my mother, Hecate, the Triple Goddess, Queen of Witches and Ghosts."

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Argo III - Upper Deck
Skills: Greek Mythology

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Leda was smirking a little bit after the Iris Message ended. As much as she felt the Romans were a dysfunctional mess, it was nice to know that she was attractive by both Roman and Greek standards. After all, she was fairly certain that the blonde, Leandra, had been flirting with her due to that little bit about her tongue. She secretly hoped that it would make Kiera feel a little bit jealous. She started to giggle again, looking at the wheelhouse with confusion. "What the bloody hell is going on in there?" she asked, shaking her head.

She followed Kiera without a second of hesitation, essentially moving from one source of entertainment (the Real Housewives of New Rome) to the next (A cow???). Her jaw dropped, seeing the son of Zeus underneath a cow. The cow had its front hooves crossed, looking almost angry or disappointed. She scanned the room quickly, noticing that Mary wasn't there. She then started laughing her head off as Leda put two and two together. Mary was a shapeshifter. She must have turned into a cow, probably picking it since the cow was sacred to Hera, Zeus' wife. "That's fucking ace," she cackled. "Better get used to being sat on by cows, Hera's no doubt going to be gunning for ya, mate," she advised Demetri.

Leda could barely hold back her laughter. "We made contact with the Romans - they're a rotten mess, tons of arguing with each other, real nightmare. They're making a spot for us to land outside their camp, since, well, y'know what happened the last time Greeks showed up with a flying ship named after the Argo."

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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

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Nancy nodded, approving of Niah's initiative to arrange emergency war games. They were going to have to drill the Legion for just about every scenario they could think of - unfortunately, her prophecy hadn't indicated what types of maneuvers would be the best, so they'd just need to be ready for everything. "Rad. We'll definitely need one for with the Greeks. Increasing the guards and security is great, but we should also fortify, build some traps. We can rotate the cohorts through on building duty so as to not overtire anyone..."

Her voice had trailed off for a moment, her eyes looking at Leandra. She hated herself for what she was about to do. "Leandra, I'm placing Alexia Fernández in charge of fortifications and traps. Your cohort will rotate through with the others until the Greeks arrive, at which point you'll be playing host... And yes, you can verbally acknowledge this order." There was one last thing that she wanted to make clear before allowing this session to end for a reconvening the next day. In her vision, the demigods had been chained up at the shrine to her father. "I also want imperial gold weaponry stashed at the shrine to Apollo. We can't change the prophecy - the demigods will be chained there - but we can at least be prepared for it and have weapons easily accessible for cutting those chains."

As Madalyne then motioned that they end the session for the moment, Nancy took a brief moment first. "Madalyne and I will be available if you need us," she told them, before raising her hand in favor of ending the session. They had a lot of work to get done. They needed to speak to Alexandra to get confirmation of the prophecy, maybe even more details. Niah had war games to plan. The cohorts would be busy building traps and fortifications. Madalyne and Nancy would need to be in deep planning, thinking of different strategies that they could employ in an attempt to survive. And of course, she had to hope that her father wouldn't mind if Nancy turned his shrine into a weapons cache.

"Long live Rome."