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In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 16th, 2021 - 5:10 PM
George Washington University: Starbucks...

The barista had been crouched behind the counter with a baseball bat, clearly not thrilled with the chaos going on outside. No one was making any new orders or checking mobile ones coming in. A shiny name tag identified them as Morgan - it was impossible to mentally assign a gender to them, as thinking they looked feminine only accented their masculine features and vice versa. "You'll want to go with her," Morgan told Andy, nodding over at the brunette, Sapphire. "You'll die within the hour if you go out the back."

Leda was becoming a bit more coherent from the second. Maybe she had some sort of healing ability as well in addition to her rainbow powers? She had only received her powers a few days ago. For all they knew, she could also have the power to breathe water and speak to fishes, like a knock-off Aquaman from DC Comics (the Flash was Leda's favorite, though). "I can hear you all," Leda protested to Sapphire and her father.

"I take it you know those asswipes?" Watts cursed, looking out the window at the new arrivals. He instinctively put a hand on his wrist, trying to inject speed serum into his body, but the watch wasn't there. He had left it in a lock box at the hotel room. The speed serum as it was currently was killing him - and he hadn't found a fix for it just yet, since he had been focusing on helping his children. "Alright, Sapphire, here's what you do. Fighting them will waste time we don't have. You're going to freeze those three fuckwads alive. Just walk out the door and make the biggest, baddest glacier out of them that you can. If they die, I doubt you'll give a shit. If they live, the cops will throw them in the Raft to rot."
Veil
Location: George Washington University: the Street
Skills: N/A
"I got it from Amazon, mate," Pyro told Echo cheekily with a wink. "Say, after all of this is over, maybe I can give you a more close up demonstration? You know what they say about those of us with pyrokinesis... We know how to make things HOT." Anastasia shot him a look at disgust, though there wasn't any hint of surprise. Pyro must have been a bit of a serial flirter, hitting on every attractive man he saw that pinged his gaydar. The poor Australian criminal just needed to get laid.

Valkyrie struck Veil as the most naive and clueless person she had ever met - and seemingly a bit insane. She had heard of those with powers over metal having a higher rate of mental disorders, something with the magnetism impacting their brain. It seemed like maybe the same was true for technopaths. It would explain a lot about Valkyrie, especially her comments about being from another world and having no knowledge as to how bad it was to be a mutant at the moment. "Valkyrie, careful. They're the Hellfire Club. Mutant supremacists who kill anyone who gets in their way," Veil warned.

The ambulance arrived on the scene, separated from Cayden's corpse by the Hellfire Club. No one moved from the vehicle, likely realizing that the area was still unsafe, as hostile mutants were having some sort of turf war in the streets. The wheels of the ambulance screeched as the car was suddenly put into reverse and sent far, far away - the mistress of magnetism, Polaris, hardly breaking a sweat as she got back up to her feet.

"I don't want to fight you. We're here to get help from Hansen and Watts and that's it. No one is going to get hurt," Polaris promised. Pyro sulked a bit in the background and Ana glared daggers at Magneto's daughter, increasingly angry about her position in the Hellfire Club's hierarchy being overlooked.

"Lorna, this isn't you! You're part of the Mutant Underground! You help people! You're not like your dad!" Havok pleaded, his guard down. "Come back to me, please..."

Polaris shook her head. "The Mutant Underground is a bandaid. Mutants are dying everywhere. The X-Men don't care, not bothering with them. The only way to help mutants is to create our own society, to separate from humanity. We're actually doing something here in the Hellfire Club. We're not pretending and playing superhero."

"That's a lovely speech, Polaris, but we're on a schedule," Ana reminded her. "So we'll ask you race traitors again - do you know where those doctors are? Or will I have to go find them myself? It won't be pleasant if my hand is forced."

Veil steeled her gaze on the Hellfire Club, trying to think of a strategy. Not only did they need to get their people safe and out of here, she couldn't allow them to find Hansen or Watts. Polaris wasn't thinking straight if she thought the Hellfire Club was the answer to collective mutant suffering - they had hurt more mutants than they had helped so far. Havok was a complication in all of this. She doubted he could fight his love. Her team was mourning, grieving for Cayden. And then there was Valkyrie, just a kid mixed up in all of this.

But this was the Hellfire Club - they wouldn't get out of this without a fight. "Yeah, Feedback. Let's show them what some kids from Hawkins can do."
Sunshine
Location: Mutant Friendly Clinic - Inside
Skills: N/A
Sunshine was dimly aware of someone messing around with her wound. She wasn't coherent enough to really tell if she was being healed or not, just knowing that someone was there. A shield then appeared in front of them and it solidified for her the identity of who her helper was - it must have been the gorgeous Russian blonde, Magik. "Magik, my hero..." Sunshine half swooned, half mumbled. Maybe Magik returned her feelings for her, since she had just saved her life. It couldn't have been Max, he was too stupid to conjure anything properly that wasn't on fire. Jack and Spark Plug and all couldn't have done it, so it had to be Magik. Sunshine was vaguely aware that she moved her hand up, feeling around for Magik's hand or face in order to show appreciation.

BOOM! SCREEEEECH!

A second ago, there had been a hallway with walls and an army of seemingly stunned anti-mutant supremacists. Now there was a heavily damaged truck surrounded by wreckage and carnage, at least five of the Purifiers caught underneath its tires. The airbags inside had blown and the door was almost entirely jammed. Doctor Chan stuck her head outside of the window, just able to get it to roll down with the hand crank. "You all need to scram, now! I'll handle this! Go, run, get out, vamoose, allez-allez, whatever you need to hear just GO!" Blood was trickling down her face and she had a bit of a manic smile.

"UNHAND ME, CATHERINE!" Magik screamed at Spark Plug. She swung her otoscope, trying to hit her in the face with it, but she went wide and the otoscope flew out of her hand and clattered to the ground.

Sunshine giggled, before her face somehow became even paler. Magik was over there by Spark Plug. And she was also right next to her with the shield she had conjured. Magik couldn't clone herself. Sunshine was pretty certain of that. There was only one person then who could have been behind her with the shield, only one person who could have gone to her and tried to help. "You can let me die now," she murmured sadly to Max.
Casper Theriot
Location: Mutant Friendly Clinic - Outside
Skills: Mediumship
"If the floor isn't in the sky, and it's not on the ground, then where is it?" Casper asked James seriously. He was still obviously in the throws of the delirium induced M-Pox - or really it could have just been an ordinary evening for Casper back when he actively used drugs. That was one nice thing about these symptoms. The only ghost he could communicate with was Ben and even Ben's form was beginning to flicker. "WAIT ARE WE ON MARS? I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO GO TO PIGFARTS!" Casper squealed, clapping his hands happily. "Do they have mimosas on Mars? That's my dream. To chill with a martian and sip mimosas and listen to the YMCA theme in German on loop!"

"But... you don't speak German. You speak French," Ben reminded Casper.

"I do too speak German! You just gotta put your hand high in the air and use an angry voice, Ben, god eeeeveryone knows that!" He tilted his head as he heard Glimpse's count on everything going down. His brain only processed bits and pieces of the information in a jumbled mess. "Awww, no fun, you're going to end their party when it just got started? That's so lame of you!" Casper complained. "I bet purifiers have sick dance moves... moves like Jagger... they could teach me how to boogie! Teach me teach me how to boogie!"

There was then the sound of a large crash. "Aaaaand they have a DJ! No fair! I wanna go dance with them! I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heat with somebody!"
In Forgotten Space → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Atrium
Skills: N/A
"I'll take that" Raynor said, grabbing the bourbon Cal had been offering Zarina. He tilted his head back and downed it all at once. He wasn't the type to savor alcohol. For him, its purpose was to help him feel warm and loose, to relax and wind down. "Oops, all gone. So sad. Too bad." He set the glass down and shrugged, as if he had been intending on letting Zarina have some after he tried it. Yet when Zarina started to freak out with relation to Cal, his eyes narrowed. He didn't know Zarina but he was quickly feeling protective of her. Maybe he was an aggressive bodyguard/babysitter before all of this. "You make a move towards her, I'll snap your neck," he told Cal bluntly, before walking after Zarina.

Vinnie was staring at Cal with bug eyes. She had already suspected Sophia that day of secretly being a robot zombie. And while Cal had proved that she bled red, maybe she was some sort of double agent working for the Them - the official name she had given their captors. What if Cal had some sort of secret spy earpiece, relaying information back to the Them, letting them know all about their ideas and strategies? And who would taste the best if roasted alive? "You're not a pharmacist, are you? Because you just spooked a little kid and pharmacists don't scare kids! That's what dentists do! But you know what? Maybe you're working for Them! Maybe you were planted here as a mole to drive us crazy and make sure we have no way of escaping. All in favor of locking Cal in one of the rooms, say aye! AYE!"

Her gaze darted around a bit wildly, trying to see if people were in agreement with her. Raynor had gone after Zarina. Everyone else was still there - including her nose twin, Sophia. She still wasn't really convinced that the two of them were related. If it was just off of passing resemblance, then all of the white people on board the ship were going to look like cousins or something like that at least. She had no idea how Cal knew that she had ADHD, but if she was giving off bad vibes, Vinnie didn't want to take any risks.

In the galley, Raynor leaned up against the doorway, looking at Zarina. "Don't worry, kid, I won't let her in here."
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu
The Triskelion - Washington D.C.: May 17th, 2021 - 1:00 P.M.
FROM THE DESK OF DIRECTOR HILL

THE FOLLOWING IS EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY:

1. ALL SUPERHEROES MUST REGISTER WITH SHIELD AND REVEAL THEIR SECRET IDENTITY

2. SUPERHEROES MUST BE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OLD

3. SUPERHEROES MUST PASS SHIELD TRAINING - EXCEPTIONS INCLUDE TRAINING FROM THE X-MEN, FANTASTIC FOUR, AND AVENGERS

4. ALL SUPERHEROES ARE SUBJECTED TO THE SUPERVISION OF SHIELD

VIOLATION OF THESE WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE EXTRACTION TO THE RAFT. MINIMUM SENTENCING IS THREE YEARS HOUSE ARREST. JUVENILE OFFENDERS WILL BE TRIED AS ADULTS. REPEAT OFFENDERS HAVE A RECOMMENDED SENTENCE OF TEN YEARS IMPRISONMENT.

ALL VIGILANTE ACTIVITY KNOWN TO SHIELD PERSONNEL MUST BE REPORTED TO THEIR SUPERVISOR OR LEAD IMMEDIATELY.

IF YOU SEE SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING!
Bonnie Chase
Location: the Triskelion - Conference Room
Skills: Blessing of Athena, Perception, Intuition
Bonnie's eyes scanned over the memoranda as they waited outside of the conference room at the Triskelion. Director Hill had ordered the Secret Warriors to come to Washington D.C. late the previous evening, giving them just enough time to find a place to board Flynn's dog before taking off in the quinjet to fly across the country. The memoranda had been released just minutes before Hill had sent Cass their marching orders. She had no doubt that whatever Hill wanted, it had something to do with these Hill's Laws.

She was seated on a bench, her knee bouncing up and down in agitation. Bonnie was uneasy about the new SHIELD policy towards superheroes. From an intellectual perspective, she agreed that vigilantes often brought about more harm than good... but their world had evolved to a point where it needed groups like the Avengers to save the day. SHIELD was still fighting a losing war against HYDRA. They hadn't managed to save the people of Cardiff. The more good people there were out there fighting the good fight, the more lives could be saved.

Yet then her eyes flickered over towards Oliver. There were people all over the world with new abilities thanks to the Terrigen Bomb, inhumans now reaching similar numbers to mutants. They were largely untrained and untested. Oliver had attended SHIELD's academy, he was one of the brightest people in the world, and even he had made mistakes. She shuddered a bit at the idea of the colossal failures a civilian Oliver might have made.

Was the only argument she could make for superheroes not being vigilantes an emotional one? The registration aspect was unsettling, but it wasn't the Mutant Registration Act. It wasn't everyone in the world with powers and the information was kept within SHIELD, not given out to the public. Little kids with powers wouldn't be on the lists. Only those who chose to put on a mask and fight crime would be. What reason would they have to hide who they were from SHIELD? No matter which way she looked at things, it didn't sit right with her.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, my 12 o'clock just finished," Hill said as she stepped outside of the conference room, holding the door open for the group.

Bonnie knew everyone present except for one girl with bushy hair and a vibrant, toothy smile. She got up from her seat on the bench and moved into the conference room, her eyes widening a bit. The glass wall was completely shattered. She quickly observed that there was no glass on the floor, meaning that whatever had happened, something had gone out of the conference room rather than in. "Who was your 12 o'clock?" Bonnie asked.

"Steve Rogers."
Amelia Baptiste
Location: Triskelion - Conference Room
Skills: Air Manipulation
Amelia whistled appreciatively at the broken glass wall. A slight breeze flew into the room and she couldn't help but grin slightly. She didn't know any of these people, giving them basic nicknames in her mind, but she had been assigned by Director Hill to join them. They were one of the elite squads of SHIELD and according to the rumors, their last mission had been to space! SPACE! She could become the first black female pilot to fly in SPACE! "One like and I'll free fall from here," Amelia said. Her voice was energetic and spunky, making it a bit difficult to tell if she was serious or not.

She then did a double take. "Crikey, that was Captain America who did that? That's straight up furphy, mate."

"This is Agent Baptiste," Hill introduced, not phased in the slightest with the barrage of Australian slang coming out of Amelia's mouth. Amelia had on khakis and an aviator jacket, making it plenty easy to guess what sort of role she fulfilled here at SHIELD, especially with the delighted grin on her face at the prospect of jumping out the window and plummeting at least sixty stories to the ground. "She's been reassigned to your unit, since your pilot is MIA," Hill explained. Her eyes darted over towards Sparky. Raynor had been the pilot.

"Pleasure to meet you all," Amelia said with a wide grin. She was an incredibly cheerful person, despite her adrenaline junky tendencies. "I can fly everything and anything - including a few things that don't exist yet," she bragged. "Oh, and I'm a proper air bender too, 'cept I don't have the tattoos."

She conjured up a ball of air and jumped upwards, landing on it and riding it like a top - the signature air scooter technique of the main character from the popular Nickelodeon series. Hill cleared her throat slightly. Looking a bit like a dejected puppy, Amelia hopped off of the scooter and it vanished. She took a seat at the table.

"This mission is highly classified. Everything stays between us. If anyone else asks you about it, you never received these orders. This includes certain members of the West Coast Avengers," Hill began. She was looking at Maria now. "Steve Rogers has gone rogue. I need you to bring him in. No use of lethal force. He's a national hero. But even heroes aren't above the law."
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: the Hidden Gem (Nallore, Morose, Kirah) Ω → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Junk Yard - Fargo, North Dakota
Skills: N/A
Nancy's eyes widened with horror and delight as Niah started floating away - she let out a sigh of relief when Niah managed to lower herself to the ground. She wasn't beyond jumping up to try and grab onto her friend. She bit her lip slightly, thinking on Niah's idea that they could all just float on up to Mount Rushmore. Niah carrying them all in her arms would be exhausting like Madalyne had said. It was too bad they hadn't found a floating vehicle like her father's Sun Chariot or something. That would've been nice. A flying ride all the way to the mountain that they could even take on back to Camp Jupiter.

"Okay, wait, hold the phone, I think I've got an idea!" Nancy exclaimed. She then looked around the room wildly, searching around until she spotted a box. She looked inside and found a small inflatable raft. "You said controlling that was like controlling the Mist... So I was wondering... What if we took a page out of Up? Mads can use her magic voodoo stuff on the armor and we could tie the armor to the raft. I bet if you just have one piece on you could control all of it, we all chill in the raft, and take our grody hot air balloon up to the mountain."

In Ω Heroes of Olympus: the Stolen Muse (Nallore, Morose & KazAlkemi) Ω → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Houston, Texas
Skills: N/A
Leda snickered slightly at the notion of Zeke having to compete in a dance off. At least it spared them from having to hear his singing skills. And it did mean they wouldn't need to handle the impossible horde of cyclopses - even with the Hunters of Artemis lying in wait, it would be a difficult fight. There wasn't much she and Kristin could do to support Zeke in this endeavor, but then she realized something. Monsters usually were a bit thick. Marysas probably wasn't any different.

"Oh Marysas, we all know it's no contest between you and this puny kid of Apollo. I mean, he couldn't even handle a baby cyclops earlier today. And at Camp Half-blood, we all pretty much just get annoyed by him and wish that he would leave. So honestly, in this dance off, I'm rooting for you mate. And once you beat Zeke, you can even challenge his disaster bi of a father. And let's be real, Apollo's been resting on his laurels for too long. He's out of shape. He's got flab," Leda said. Lord Apollo if you heard this I am so fricking sorry I do not mean it at all! "But how can we appreciate the amazing victory you're about to have in this lit af dance off if the judge can't speak? How can Calliope praise your sick moves if she can only move her eyes? I want to hear her praise you and lift you up. And more importantly, I want to hear her roast Zeke."
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Trails
Skills: N/A
Megan rolled her eyes at her brother again. "Maybe you'll become a wizard, then," she suggested. He didn't carry a gun on him like most cops did, as far as she recalled. He tended to just sort of waltz into situations and hope for the best. It was one of the only comforts she had that he was a detective rather than a beat cop. He usually had an entire crew with him whenever he went to a crime scene. She stepped out of the car and grabbed the rapier from Jack. "What tipped you off? The smoke?" she teased mercilessly. She then looked a bit more closely. "Or maybe the fact that she's right there?"

She gave the rapier an experimental twirl. She had a brief moment of recollection that her supposed father, King Arthur, had a legendary sword. She would have laughed if the rapier turned out to be Excalibur somehow. It was the sort of thing that would have happened in a Disney movie... but that seemed to be her life now. "Don't run at her, you're unarmed and she has magic, unless you fancy you can hit her with one of the books," she whispered to Jack so the others couldn't hear. She got the feeling that Merlin would frown upon stealing from evil witches.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: the Reception
Skills: Telepathy (Mental Link)
"Too bad you didn't do that, I would've had to rearrange my mental pecking order of friends," Guin joked to Bethany. She considered her best friends to be Pietro (her husband) and Mary (not her husband). Lance was like a brother to her, although he had grown increasingly distant and he had refused to be in the wedding party. She took the stick from Iris, eyeing the Magneto pinata that Annie had conjured. She wasn't sure if it was real, but her mind decided it was real enough to at least take out some aggression and rage.

"I'm fine, Daddy," Guin said. She forced a smile. "Pietro and I are about to start a new wedding tradition. It's called Smash the Asshole." She then held out the stick to Pietro, not for him to take it but for him to also grab onto, so they could swing it together in unison. It was way more her speed than cutting the cake together after all.

"Oh, this is definitely a new tradition I could get behind," Pietro said with a smile, grabbing a hold of the stick along with her. "On the count of three? Or how are we doing this?" he asked her.

"We have a permanent mental connection, do we even need to count? Can't we just subconsciously anticipate when the other one swings? Also known as you have a way faster reaction time than I do, so if I swing you can swing at the same time before anyone notices," she pointed out cheekily. "And if you love this, you're going to flip for the wedding tradition I invented for this evening. It involves a lot of leather."

Pietro couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly at that. "Yeah but what fun is using the mental link for stuff like that? It would be more entertaining to count off or something so everyone else would also know when we were planning on hitting the thing. In case anyone gets the dumb idea to get within the back swing range or whatever."

"If they're dumb enough to get into the danger zone, then they deserve to take a bat to the face. I'll even punch them for good measure, make sure they lose some braincells," Guin argued. "But sure, you count us off then, okay? With extra swagger."

"Wow Guina," he said with a bit of a laugh, "Okay, on three then, one, two, THREE!"

Guin swung the bat in perfect sync with Pietro. The stick struck the Magneto pinata and the illusionary target burst open, spilling its candy guts all onto the ground. It was probably the closest thing they would get towards actually killing Pietro's abusive father. Guin was giggling as she turned and pulled Pietro down for a kiss, one hand still on the Stick of Doom.

Pietro smiled when the pinata exploded, and returned Guin's kiss when she pulled him in for one. "Going to be blunt, that was way more enjoyable then it probably should have been, but that was a lot of fun."

"Oooh, maybe we could use the bat to bust up one of my dad's cars," Guin suggested, purposefully raising her voice so that way Tony could hear. They had too many cars anyways and violence was incredibly fun and healing! Plus, it was their wedding day after all. Maybe their honeymoon would be dedicated to smashing things all over the world.

"Hey no destroying my cars!" Tony responded instantly.

"Yeah, too bad, that probably would have been fun."

We'll tell him Banner did it, shhh. I've been blaming the Hulk for things I wrecked since I was ten.
Neil Spellman
Location: the Reception
Skills: N/A
Neil glanced up as other people started to come and join their table. He didn't recognize Cass. While he was close with Carolina, he didn't remember what her sister looked like or anything like that. Tons of people at the wedding had brown hair and peach skin anyways. He wasn't really comfortable playing with strangers, mostly since strangers freaked him out and sent him down this spiral of panic and anxiety. He just sort of nodded at Cass. He dared a smile at Carolina, relieved to see a familiar face at the table, since Sara and Allison hadn't come back. He groaned internally at Lance joined. He figured it was only a matter of time before Lance didn't like how the game was going and flipped the table, sending the cards flying everywhere.

"Just be gentle on the cards," he murmured, looking pointedly at Lance. At least the elder Banner hadn't come on over to ask to play too. He then cleared his throat slightly and looked at Carolina, loosening up visibly. "Um, well, Allison was... but she and Sara seem to busy so... I guess we can just have Thor be the card czar next, if you're up to it?" he asked the Asgardian. He didn't know if Thor would be a good judge, but Neil figured worse case scenario, it would at least be a memorable experience. "Unless you want to, Mira?"
In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 16th, 2021 - 5:00 PM
George Washington University: Starbucks...

"Great, the idiot concentration keeps increasing then. God fucking bless America," Watts complained, hearing that ambulances were on their way. He trusted his medical skills over some random emergency workers, especially in the capital of anti-mutant hatred in the US. He doubted that they'd have the brains to realize his daughter was inhuman - and even if they did, they'd likely lump her in with the stigma of the mutant criminal all the same.

"And unless you magically have surgical equipment, I doubt there's anything you can do," he snapped at Kristina.

"I'm f-f-f-fine..." Leda stammered, trying to keep her eyes from fluttering closed.

Watts had gently propped her up on one of the couches, dashing behind the counter. Most states had a law regarding what was required to be in a first aid kit. He just had to hope that Starbucks followed policy and with a bit of luck, he'd have what he needed to help his daughter for now. "We can talk once I get Leda's injury handled with more than just ice," Watts told Sapphire. Unlike Kristin, he didn't snap at her, but the stress in his voice was clear.

He put on the pair of latex gloves he found in the kit and quickly cleaned the area surrounding Leda's wound. The ice had melted off. Leda's body was burning hot, as if trying to repair itself via heat. The bullet was half sticking out of her skin, something Watts thanked his lucky stars for. He just plucked the bullet out and set it aside. He cleaned her wound as best as he could, before wrapping it tightly with gauze. "You're going to be fine, my little princess," he told his daughter softly, his gloves covered in blood. "I don't think you'll need stitches. You were lucky... this time. Don't you ever do that again, damn it!"
Veil
Location: George Washington University: the Street
Skills: N/A
Veil's heart broke a little bit, knowing that these two young mutant kids most likely were living on the street. Homelessness was a huge problem for teenage mutants. Their powers were volatile and hard to control at that age, and with the current political climate, parents tended to kick them out rather than accept their children for who they are. But she also couldn't help but be in awe of them. It was ruthless and cutthroat how they killed their assailants, but they had such finesse and confidence. "If you two need a place to stay with a warm bed, I can help. No strings attached. For just a night or longer, all up to you," Veil offered gently. She didn't want to spook them.

Veil then swallowed thickly, as she took her attention away from the kids and her heart plummeted straight past her stomach. She put a hand over her mouth in disbelief. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to fix this. There was no fixing it. Someone had died under her watch. She had been responsible for Cayden. She shouldn't have brought him along today. He was so young. He wasn't ready. This world was so cruel. The tears flowed silently. She couldn't help but feel a vicious hatred for the purifiers, a desire for revenge.

But whoever killed Cayden was already amongst the dead - bodies littered the ground. They were in the middle of the street. They needed to get moving. Veil couldn't budge a muscle. She needed to lead. She could just stare in horror. She was shell shocked. She didn't register Valkyrie speaking in a weird language. She was just looking at Cayden, realizing she wouldn't hear his laugh again or see his smile.

But the world kept on turning.

"The van's two blocks south of here - we have to go," Veil said, hating that her voice sounded like a leader, as if someone hadn't just died in front of them all. She wished she sounded more tentative and timid. She moved one foot in front of the other, only to stop as she heard an achingly familiar voice.

A car had pulled up quietly in the middle of the road. "Hello, race traitors," Anastasia, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club greeted. She looked tired. She was wearing all black, as if she were on the way to a funeral.

Another door opened and out jumped Pyro. He flicked the lighter in his hands and an unnaturally large flame appeared. "Hey there, mates. Any of you know where a Dr. Hansen or a Dr. Watts might be?"

The last passenger disembarked. Havok's eyes widened and his jaw dropped in disbelief as he stared at her green hair. "Lorna... No... Damn it this has to be Mastermind again! Or or Mesmero!" he raged.

"Alex... This is me."
Sunshine
Location: Mutant Friendly Clinic - Inside
Skills: N/A
"I'd also would've expected you to not be stupid, but here we are," Sunshine said with a small smirk. She had made her peace with Jack, but that didn't mean she was going to be nice to him all of the time. No, she enjoyed insulting him just as much as any other person at the Underground... except for Max. He was her absolute favorite to shout abuse at. Sometimes she even tried to hide Fred in places she expected Max would go, just to try to scare him. Like Leighton, he reeked of big city comfort and charm. The dirt on his clothes hadn't penetrated his body.

Magik looked around the room wildly for another weapon. For some reason, it didn't occur to her to try to use her Soulsword. She opened up a drawer and grabbed the most lethal looking thing - an otoscope. "Do you hear them in the halls? The zombies? They're back! Catherine sent them... I knew she would! She cursed my eyes, determined to blind me!" Magik then darted into the hallway, her blonde hair flowing after her. She turned to her left, seeing Callie and Max towards the back.

Sunshine hurried on out after Magik, sobbing through the pain in her eyes. She had the pepper spray enter her eyes a while ago now, so while she had moments where she was calm and could handle the pain, other times sent her on edge, as she wanted to scream and writhe. A hand grenade rolled by her feet. She kicked it and a second later it exploded less than a split second later. Magik and Sunshine were thrown backwards from the force of the explosion, Sunshine hitting her head hard on the wall and blood began flowing liberally from her wound, Magik's left leg snapping on impact.

Sunshine tried to keep her eyes open, not even aware of the gigantic wound in her head as she tried to move her arms, but they felt impossibly heavy. "Idunfeelsogood..." she slurred.

The air was then peppered with bullets from five purifiers. Two of the bullets hit Max, tagging him in the left shoulder and right forearm. Spark Plug got hit once in the left thigh.
Casper Theriot
Location: Mutant Friendly Clinic - Outside
Skills: Mediumship
Casper's ears began to bleed, as if the exertion vomiting had caused a dam to burst, letting the red fluids flow. The blood trickled down his neck and crawled onto his already ratty clothing, making him look like he was trying to do a really weird Rocky Horror Picture Show inspired outfit. All he needed was a musical number and someone to make him a man. "Milk in the eeeeeyes?" Casper started cackling, bending forward at the knees as he clutched his stomach.

"Is that the new version of taking a dump on someone's porch? Do it again to Max, it'll be fun!" Casper insisted. He tried to step forward in the direction he figured the car was, only for the world to spin. The ground came up and smacked him on the face. Casper's cheek was pressed into the concrete, his ass up high in the air, as if trying to entice someone to spank him. "Floor, what're you doing in the air?" he murmured. "You're not supposed to be there... Beeeeeen, why is the floor up high? And why is everyone upside down? Is it opposite day? I always thought that was how the government hid the aliens from us..."

"I think his brain's melted," Ben said. No one but Casper could hear him and currently, M-Pox was cooking his brain, dissolving his psyche into a puddled mess... which admittedly wasn't out of the ordinary as far as Casper was concerned.

"We'll have to close down the clinic, fuck," Chan cursed. An idea popped into her head. The purifiers were inside of the building. And while she had taken an oath to do no harm, she never made any oath against being a bad driver. "I'm going to buy you all some time. If you make me regret this, I'll haunt your asses," Chan warned, before taking off at a run to the side of the building, before disappearing from sight.
In Forgotten Space → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Atrium
Skills: N/A
Vinnie tilted her head slightly at Cal. Did she had ADHD? She had no idea. How would she know if she did? Would there be some sort of helpful, informative neon sign floating up in the sky? Was there even a sky when they were in space? If they were going to somehow fly a spaceship to Earth, at what point did the space become sky? Was there some sort of awkward mild territory that just randomly decided if it wanted to be space or sky that day? Would a parachute work about an inch into the space side, since the sky was right there below it? What color parachutes did astronauts use anyways? Did they look like American flags? And why does every country use red, white, and blue for their flag - was there some sort of vendetta against other colors? Was there an illuminati type society with those colors that had infiltrated every country with red, white, and blue flags? Who started the illuminati anyways? Did anyone ever try to create a rival illuminati, like how gangs had rivals? Did they leave coded messages to each other? Were they inside the Declaration of Independence? And who came up with writing anyways? Or signatures? Did someone just decide that if they made their name all ~fancy~ it would look more impressive?

She blinked, suddenly snapping back to the present moment. "Sorry, what's happening again?" She got the feeling someone had said something to her. Was it Manny? Where did the name Manny come from anyways? Why wasn't Womanny a name? Vinnie's nose wrinkled as a clear thought cut in on the latest rabbit hole she had been about to go down: fuck the patriarchy! It hadn't been Manny who was talking, since he started going on about blowing things up with alcohol...

OH YEAH! Vinnie mentally applauded herself, remembering what they had been talking about. They were going to try to blow up the grate. But apparently they didn't need to, since she could clearly see that the grate had been removed. She pouted a bit. Blowing things up had sounded fun. "Wait, hold the phone, what? You think we're cousins? I mean maaaaybe we have the same nose, but your eyes are all wrong. Or at least I think they are. WAIT WHAT DO MY EYES LOOK LIKE AGAIN?!" Vinnie exclaimed. "Oh, hi Greenie! You look super wet. Do we have towels or something for you? Maybe they're the nice hotel quality... I don't think I rubbed the towels yet to check if I found any. I guess worst case scenario you can use a change of clothes to dry yourself off with."

Raynor let out a little tension in his shoulders as Zarina rejoined them. She was clearly soaked, but she didn't seem to be hurt or anything. "Hold on, kid, maybe you should go drink some hot tea or something before diving into the water again. You can't explore if you're dead."

Vinnie's eyes widened. "Why would you even say that???"
In 🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Runa Johansson
Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor Five -> Floor Thirty Nine
Skills: N/A
Runa nodded at Elizabeth's introduction. She had to wonder how old Elizabeth actually was. The flames for eyes was still a bit concerning, although they hadn't returned, yet Runa was keeping her guard up so to speak. She wasn't sure if she could die permanently at any point here, she didn't want to push her luck. She also was afraid that even the temporary death that seemed to happen here would hurt. Like most people, she had an aversion to pain... most of the time. Runa put her right hand on her left arm, knowing the scars concealed by the jacket, all self inflicted. "I'm Runa Johansson," she said quietly.

Her anxiety levels heightened as Elizabeth started talking about Balder and Hel. While a few moments ago she had been considering telling Nadia and Klara what she had learned when she died, Runa's instincts now told her to double down on her silence. They were dismissing what Elizabeth said about Balder being alive anyways. From what they said, it should have been impossible for Balder to be her father. Maybe the Gatekeeper she had seen was wrong, playing a cruel joke. Runa relaxed a bit at that idea. Her father, the god of love? It was silly to think about. Her actual father was probably just... just an ordinary man who left her mother.

But there was also the fate of the world to contend with, inspiring self doubt. Was this really her secret to keep? What if not telling this caused everyone to die? Runa's eyes started watering up with tears at the thought that she could be responsible for that much suffering. They wouldn't believe her though. Even if she tried to help the world, it would be a doomed effort. It was a cosmic joke. She took the money from Nadia and bolted, throwing the pennies down on the counter since even upset, she didn't want to shoplift.

She ran, tears flowing rapidly like a geyser erupting. Runa blindly dashed into the elevator, pressing a button at random, and she stumbled out onto a floor and just kept on running, trying to find someplace to hide.
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