Location: Xavier's Institute - the Garden Skills: N/A
Guin rolled her eyes as Elizabeth dismissed the heat. "One, why would I want to go to Texas? It's one of the anti-mutant hotspots in the United States. And two, it's always going to be hotter somewhere, so I don't really care if this isn't hot by Texas standards?" she said a bit bluntly. She never liked the entire oh X isn't bad, you should see Y! It basically just invalidated people's experiences. It was like saying you can't be sad, someone else out there has it worse than you. If Guin felt like it was hot, then it was hot - period. She wasn't going to write a scientific article about how hot it was, so she didn't need to slap a qualifier on there.
Bethany then blipped in out of nowhere and Guin blinked a bit. That was a bit hard to get used to. Her skin paled slightly though as Beth explained her sudden appearance - Loki. Scenes from the news footage of the Battle of New York flashed through her mind. Her father had gone up through a wormhole and he almost hadn't made it out the other side - he almost died. That had been a little over nine years ago - she had just been a little kid, but the scar of almost losing her father had contributed greatly to her teen angst and drug abuse. "The son of a bitch is here for me," Guin explained. "He's taking revenge on my dad for the Battle of New York. What a fucking ass... But whatever. If there's one thing I know about that bastard, it's that the L in Loki is for Loser."
Neil Spellman
Location: Xavier's Institute - Neil's Room Skills: N/A
Neil laughed slightly at Carolina's offer. He wasn't a super uptight, optimistic, positive, and idealistic person - the sort that would have gasped and protested at that thought. No, if Neil's heart still wasn't tender towards Sara, he probably would have asked Carolina if her sister also doubled as an assassin in her spare time. "That sounds nice," he told her. "But I feel like your sister probably wouldn't lock her up there... which sucks." Though it wasn't like he saw Sara around now anyways, so he could very well just imagine Sara was locked up at the Raft. He tilted his head slightly as Carolina mentioned her girlfriend.
"Y-you have a girlfriend?" he asked, his heart wincing - it was hard to see people in love and in relationships at the moment for him. "Th-that's cool. I didn't know. Umm... Sure. I found one online that I printed off, but I could use help drawing out maps and character images for it... I think it's more fun that way if they're hand drawn and real looking..." He didn't really know if that was something Carolina would be interested in doing. Some people just used a battle map and called it good, but Neil loved being able to draw the scenery or little snapshots of the places they were at - pictures were worth more than a thousand words.
Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 472 Skills: Wicca, Perception
Once Loki introduced himself, everything clicked into place. He was another one of the Norse gods, the god of mischief. She remembered vaguely stories about him cutting off Sif's hair or convincing Thor to wear drag to regain his hammer. He pretty much was connected to everything that went wrong for the Norse gods and every fiber of her being was telling her that she couldn't trust him. His image was flickering, giving her some comfort that he wasn't actually there - it was just an illusion, a trick. She took a breath, thinking over her words carefully before responding. It helped that she was rather quiet and introverted, already a person who took her time before speaking.
"My father's a nobody," she said softly. "And even if he were... a god... I don't owe him anything." She paused, locking eyes with the god. She wanted to run back into the elevator and press another button. She wanted to get away from Loki, but she couldn't. He knew something about where Balder was - and maybe if she could rescue Balder, she could stop the end of the world from happening. She could absolve herself of that spiritual debt. "So I don't have any reason to make a deal with you... Loki. You'll have to find someone else to barter with." She didn't know what she was going to ask him for if he offered her a better deal - but she hoped that he might slip up slightly and give her another clue by accident.
The Triskelion - Washington D.C.: May 17th, 2021 - 1:30 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 & Amelia Baptiste
Location: the Triskelion - Conference Room Skills: Aerokinesis
Cass placing a hand on Bonnie's shoulder instantly helped her to ground herself, stopping the avalanche of uncertainty and panic. She needed to focus on her work, not her emotional traumas and the ripples she still felt from James' death. Maybe whatever had happened to her back in February had increased her inner discipline and concentration. She had been so busy with the M-Pox project and then catching up on other projects that she hadn't managed to conclusively diagnose herself beyond having received abilities similar to what those with a super-soldier serum would have gained.
"You can count on us, Director Hill." Bonnie got up from her seat, mentally running through everything she knew about Rogers. He was the type to sacrifice himself for the betterment of others. His moral strength could be exploited as a weakness. She didn't want to endanger innocent lives in some sort of mad gamble, she wasn't a psychopath, but maybe they could play some mind games with Rogers if they had to subdue him... Maybe Sparky would be willing to make some more Life Model Decoys to be innocent bystanders endangered by a brawl between S.H.I.E.L.D. and Rogers.
"I hope so - we need a win," Hill replied.
Amelia was incredibly uncomfortable still with all of this. She imagined that Cass needed her to fly a jet quickly to get to Captain America's place - or to follow him from the sky. If she refused, they'd just find another pilot and Steve Rogers would be in chains by the end of the day. She wasn't usually an underhanded person - she liked to be bold and direct, sneaking around and conspiring just wasn't her style. In fact, it wasn't like her at all - she was impulsive and spunky, a thrill junky, a daredevil. She wasn't the sort of person to pretend to go along with something and change her mind.
"Y'know, everyone here is acting like a bunch of bogans, so I think I'm gonna bail. There's a buckleys chance you're right, but I'd bet on Cap still. Don't go crook on me for this, but... I quit. Seeya!" She went to rush over to the shattered window, tripping over one of the chairs in the process and landing sprawled on the floor on all fours. "I meant to do that." She then tried to do a flip, only it was a bit clumsy and uncoordinated, so she more looked like a flightless bird as Amelia fell through the opening and began to plummet down to the ground.
"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Amelia screamed - not out of fear, but sheer delight. The wind was zipping by her ears creating a gigantic whoosh of sound as she fell. She went spread eagle as to slow her fall, feeling the currents of the air around her. Once she was about twenty feet above the ground, she manipulated the air and pushed up, rapidly changing direction. She soared higher and higher until her momentum gave out and she was weightless for a moment, before going back into free fall.
She landed in a pond in front of the Triskelion, upsetting a family of ducklings. The mother duck hissed at her. "Oh, rack off."
Back up in the conference room, Bonnie struck her face with her palm. She sighed a bit before rushing out into the hallway, catching up with Cass and the other new agent. "Baptiste just defected. We're down a pilot. Again... She yeeted herself out the window."
Mild Symptoms: Headache, some splotchiness of the skin, fatigue and exhaustion Moderate Symptoms: Difficulty breathing, dizziness, vomiting, blood shot eyes, prominent veins Severe Symptoms: Vomiting blood, trouble walking, bleeding from the ears, extreme skin discoloration, general looniness
George Washington University: Way Up in the Sky...
Polaris narrowed her eyes at Sapphire. "You're the girl in love with my boyfriend - Sapphire, right?" she questioned. "I'll deal with you in a minute." She turned her attention to Waverley, listening to what she had to say patiently. As much as Polaris visibly looked like a villain at the moment, she hadn't actually made a move to attack her. She sighed like a disappointed teacher at Waverley's childish ideals, as well as her supposed flaws in the system that the Hellfire Club already had plans in store for. Her eyes widened a bit as Waverley then jumped from the car.
Kristina flew after Waverley, but she got the timings wrong and couldn't catch Waverley, their fingers just barely grazing each other as Waverley continued her rapid descent towards the Earth. Sapphire made a quick and rickety ice slide for Waverley. Waverley hit the slide badly, on her right arm to be exact, breaking her arm on impact - yet otherwise, it was a success, the slide bringing her down to solid ground.
"Right, anyways, like I was saying... HOW FUCKING DARE YOU SLEEP WITH MY GODDAMN BOYFRIEND, YOU BITCH!" she yelled. There wasn't anyone in the car to worry about keeping alive, so Polaris swung the car like a bat at Sapphire. She missed on the first pass but continued on through, before knocking the Disney Princess lookalike off of the narrow ice platform and sending Sapphire plummeting down to the Earth. Polaris let Sapphire fall, ripping the car in half down the middle so that way she essentially had two really big sticks - and then the Mistress of Magnetism flew down in pursuit.
Veil
Location: George Washington University: the Street Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation
Veil's heart was a thunderstorm of pure nervous energy. She had tried to do something new to help Echo get on up there to Feedback, but it had almost killed her brother in the process, if Supergirl hadn't been there she would have had to plan a funeral. Feedback had almost died from falling from the sky as well, but it looked like Sapphire had saved her with an ice ramp. Cayden had already died - so much had happened she hadn't even been able to properly process that. Her heart could hardly take it as she saw her best friend falling now, with Polaris in pursuit.
"This isn't Lorna - it's Mesmero or Mastermind or someone!" Havok begged.
"Havok, get your shit together or go take cover," Veil snapped at him. She didn't mean to sound so aggressive with it - she knew he was going through a lot, but Sapphire was falling from dozens of feet up in the air and they didn't have time to theorize about who was responsible for Polaris' behavior.
Veil took a deep breath and backed up a couple of paces. She then took off at a sprint, jumping onto a force field platform she had made. She launched herself up from platform to platform, steadily climbing in height. One bad jump however and she would be yet another mutant in need of saving from gravity. She was gaining height quickly and she reached her hands out, hoping Sapphire could grab on and she could get them down together.
The ground shook however as their bad luck increased - two sentinels that were like mini skyscrapers, each of them easily 50 feet tall. On their shoulders were an American flag emblem and the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo, identifying them as official government property. Waverley had been right earlier - more qualified backup was on the way.
"STAND DOWN OR WE WILL USE DEADLY FORCE!" a voice boomed, amplified from the sentinels. "YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR DESTRUCTION OF PUBLIC PROPERTY, CAUSING TERROR AND UNREST, AND USE OF DANGEROUS FORCE!"
Sunshine & Casper
Location: Mutant Friendly Clinic - Parking Lot Skills: Mediumship
In their midst was an intangible and unseeable omen - a being without a soul. He might have easily been mistaken as Ares by the Greeks, his face dripping with red and horns curling up out of his hair. His great axe dwarfed Max. Magik stared directly at Lord Belasco of the Corrupted, Master of Worlds Within Worlds.
"It's time, Darkchylde." His voice was like a symphony of nails on a chalkboard in the midst of a Black Mass, like the bones of a murdered child being ground in a blender.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" Casper screamed, starting to hyperventilate. His sixth sense was telling him that the specter in front of them wasn't actually a ghost. It was something dark and malevolent, creating an unnatural heat. The snow all around them was melting rapidly, as if the water molecules were attempting to escape. "C-Can anyone else see this Darth Maul rip off? I'm going to pass out. I'm going to die. Damn it why did I go sober I need drugs this is way too much!" Casper rambled. He was shaking visibly, likely from fear, and he couldn't help but cry as well. He was lucky he hadn't wet his pants.
Magik's body fell to the ground, succumbing to the ravages of M-Pox. Her spirit remained there, with glowing eyes, a twisted tail, and horns. The ghost of Magik turned to Casper. "Tell Piotr this is forever." Casper couldn't help himself this time as Belasco and Magik melted away, a pentagram burned into the ground where Magik's body had fallen - one that everyone could see. He peed his pants out of fear and terror - and partially because he hadn't gone to the bathroom before they left for the clinic. "O-o-o-oh god," Casper wailed, stumbling into the van and falling to the ground on the pavement.
"Magik!!!" Sunshine screamed - no, it was more like the dying roar of a lion, desperate, afraid, and alone. She rushed over to Magik and knelt down next to her, cradling her body in her arms. She was already crying as she rocked Magik back and forth, pleading with her to stop this game, that it wasn't a funny trick and she really couldn't keep on pretending to die, three times was already three too many. She put her hands on Illyana's face and tried to do something she never had done before - to heal her, rather than give her a disease, but nothing happened. Sunshine hardly registered as James came over and tried to revive Illyana.
"This is forever," Capser mumbled. "Th-that's what she said... Sh-sh-she had horns and a-a tail and th-this scary guy with w-w-w-way too much red body paint on, like some sort of Kool-Aid Man mega fan, he t-t-took her!"
"LIAR!!!!" Sunshine screeched. She couldn't feel her hands, she was barely aware as she kept on brushing the hair from Magik's face. She didn't know how to perform CPR, but Sunshine shoved James out of the way and tried to do mouth to mouth. Nothing worked. Nothing could make Illyana's heart start beating. Sunshine's first love had died. "Apollo, save her, please," Sunshine begged, looking up at the sky. "Thanatos, take me with her!!!"
There was one issue with a rapier - it was a close range weapon. Attacking Maleficent would mean leaving the protective area that Merlin had set up. Her brother had argued some about the pepper spray, but clearly he was alright with it since he kept it. Merlin didn't look like he was in any shape to open up a portal, his magic must have been draining him. They needed to buy him some time and Megan quickly looked around, spotting an area towards the back that was untouched by the flames. "I'll create a diversion - and a corpse if I'm lucky," she told her brother and the others.
Megan rushed out the back and went around, careful not to be kissed by the flames. She liked having vampire pale skin. It unnerved normal people. She came face to face with Maleficent and Megan swiped at her with her rapier, connecting with the witch and breaking her concentration, as the flames died down slightly. She thought on her feet as Megan then kicked dirt up into Maleficent's face, intending to blind her and keep her from being able to cast magic against Merlin and the others.
Location: Junk Yard - Fargo, North Dakota Skills: N/A
Nancy didn't want to have to go to a pawn shop if they didn't have to. She had a stubborn belief that everything they'd need to make Up happen could be found here in the Junk Yard - and that was almost entirely out of laziness. She didn't want to have to go across town, buy all of the rope in sight, and then come on back here to finish constructing the craft. The sooner they got the rope, the sooner they could get onto the next phase of the adventure - the fun stuff like slaying monsters, not the boring stuff of trying to engineer a ride. "I can find some rope, my dad's probably the God of Finding Things too - he really needs to pick something and stick with it."
She started scavenging through all of the junk, briefly wondering if one day some demigod might be picking through her stuff and looking for something. Nancy hoped she didn't end up as an old lady. She didn't really like the idea of growing old - she wanted to go out heroically in combat - the more people who cried at her funeral, the better. She wanted to have the tragic death of a hero. "Found some rope!"
Location: Xavier's Institute - the Garden Skills: N/A
Guin snickered a bit as Mary declared herself the winner over Elizabeth in an imaginary gardening competition - with not a single objection from Elizabeth. "So you're going to win by cheating then? What about a competition without powers?" Guin suggested. She didn't doubt that Mary could grow flowers without her abilities, but at the same time, it would have been more entertaining a challenge if Mary didn't just instantly send her flowers into a full spectacular bloom with the wave of a hand. Maybe another approach would be to get Mary drunk first - would that be enough of a handicap to give Elizabeth a fighting chance?
Her husband whizzed on over, apparently having overheard Mary scolding Guin for falling out of the sky. His shoes had some sand and water on them - he probably had been off running on water again or posing for pictures with girls at the beach. She rolled her eyes slightly. "It was just a routine flight test - and I have to say, it worked perfectly," Guin said with a grin.
"What a convincing lie, boss."
Guin hit her hand against the side of her helmet. "Shut it, F.R.I.D.A.Y., or I'll kill you and make it look like an accident."
"And here you always got mad at me for threatening PHIL's life all the time."
She shrugged. "It's called growth? Also F.R.I.D.A.Y. deserves to be threatened sometimes, I think the fear motivates her to be a better AI. P.H.I.L. didn't deserve it though - well, I mean, yes my dad did program him to be mean to you so I guess he did in the end, but I didn't know that at the time... Anyways how was the beach? Did you photos with your adoring public?"
"Eh, wasn't at the beach long, I don't care too much for the summer sun and all, problem is I also don't care for the cold all too much, so I just keep moving around places and all. Being there wasn't too bad though," he responded to her with a shrug.
"Too bad you didn't bring your wife, I've got a bitchin' new bikini," Guin teased.
"You seemed busy," he pointed out with an eye roll, since she had clearly been doing something since she now was doing tests with her armor.
"Well, how about you make it up to me by making ice cream sundaes with me?" Guin suggested. "And then we could watch Avatar?"
"Sure, sounds like a plan to me."
"You two wanna come make ice cream sundaes too? The secret is to add a shot of fireball whiskey at the end," Guin said to Mary and Elizabeth. She really enjoyed having ice cream with a kick and even if Pietro couldn't get drunk, she figured the taste of the cinnamon was enough to make it worth it for him. If not though, he could always just skip adding the shot.
Neil Spellman
Location: Xavier's Institute - Neil's Room Skills: N/A
Neil hesitated, not sure if he could tell Carolina what he had been up to. Sara had freaked out and abandoned him when she saw his family's rituals and practices - he couldn't take his best friend doing the very same thing so soon. He looked at Carolina for a moment, before nodding slightly. He couldn't hold Carolina accountable for something Sara had done. And friends didn't keep secrets...right? He gulped a bit, before forcing the words to spill from his lips. "I was, uh, doing a cord cutting ritual... My auntie sent me the instructions for it, it basically helps you get over break-ups and all... L-like let's say you had a friend who you didn't want to be friends with anymore, y-y-you could use it to sorta end that friendship and move on." He didn't realize why he was stammering at first - that it was out of fear that Carolina might turn around and use the cord cutting ritual on him.
There was an awkward pause as Neil just sort of stared at Carolina, trying to judge her reaction. "But um I finished that so... Was there something you wanted to do?" he asked, awkwardly shuffling towards the door. It was an attempt to get them onto some new location and to keep Carolina from getting ideas about using the ritual to end their friendship. He didn't have a reason to doubt her, he was just emotionally messed up from Sara leaving him over his family and he was scared everyone would do the same now.
Location: Atrium Skills: History and Trivia Knowledge
Something snapped in Vinnie as Cal, the obvious member of the Them among them, snapped at her about the historical origins of hats. Had this been a cartoon, smoke would have been pouring out of Vinnie's ears as her mind rapidly kicked into hyper focus, a blessing and a curse of her ADHD. "You don't even know what you're talking about - that's complete bullshit! Ugh, there's so much lore behind hats that you are completely ignorant of! One of the earliest hats dates back to the Bronze Age and belonged to this dude named Ötzi. His body was frozen like Captain America and found in a mountain near Austria and Italy, wearing his hat! It was this sick looking thing that resembled a Russian fur hat without the straps, made out of several pieces of bearskin stitched together. It even had a chin strap so his chin wouldn't get cold when he was, you know, a popsicle!"
"Oh and there's more than just Ötzi, in the Middle Ages hats were used for indicators of social status but also to single out different groups, which isn't great and it's frankly terrible that something as cool as hats could be used to mark people who were different so they could be ridiculed or hurt, but your thing about helmetsmiths is so off base it makes my ears bleed! Like did you know that Milliner comes from a little city in Italy called Milan? That was THE hat capital of the world back in the 18th century. It was also an occupation open to women! Millinery wasn't just making hats and bonnets - you got to pick out the accessories for the entire ensemble, like lace and stuff! So it was one of the ways that a woman could be financially independent, like the Italian spinsters basically! So hats aren't about keeping men in power, they are literally about liberating women!!!! Like hellooooo the Red Hat Ladies called, they want their recognition back! And don't even get me started on hat pins, one of the most amazing inventions known to womankind!"
Vinnie didn't remember who the Red Hat Ladies were, but she knew their name and it served her point. It wasn't like Cal could fact check her anyways. Her cheeks were a bit red from the passionate speech she had just given and Vinnie paused for a moment. How did she know so much about hats? Was she the Mad Hatter? Maybe she was some sort of hat model or a hat designer? She did look amazing in a hat. That must be it!
Just as she had been about to eagerly shout and share that information, something more important happened that talking about being a professional hat model. Luke was pulled out of the water looking dead and Vinnie's eyes widened as she gasped, staring at him. Her maybe-cousin Sophia managed to revive him though and Vinnie let out an audible sigh of relief. She didn't want to see someone else die. "Do you want to head on back there, kid?" Raynor asked, eyeing the roomba. It seemed to have just dried part of Zarina and he hoped she wouldn't let it near her hair. Zarina's green hair could have easily been mistaken for mold, though he wasn't going to tell her that. Her hair was her problem and not his.
Location: Argo III - the Ground Skills: Necromancy
Rebecca was glad that she had paired with Mary - and even happier to learn that the Anemoi Thuellai were tangible enough to be ensnared in vines. She hadn't been certain, given that they were made out of rain, lightning, thunder, clouds, and other various elements of chaos. Her admiration distracted her as an Anemoi Thuellai sent a bolt of lightning at both her and Marygold. The pair were struck and the next thing Rebecca knew, she was flat on her back on the ground, painful aches racing up and down her body. Her vision was a bit blurry and given her relatively defenseless position, she decided to summon help.
"Serve me!" Rebecca commanded, her hand outstretched. The ground around her cracked as four bony hands shot up. The cracks expanded until four skeleton warriors had emerged. "Kill the Anemoi Thuellai - the storm spirits," Rebecca instructed, adding the additional clarification as she wasn't sure if the skeletons would speak Greek. Not all spirits under her mother's domain were Greek - the afterlife system was messy and complicated, but at least for Greek demigods, they had a guarantee of ending up in Hades' dominion once they expired. Not that Rebecca intended on dying of course - her dream was to become an immortal sorceress such as Circe or Medea, her idols.
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Argo III - the Ground Skills: Agility, Sword Fighting
Leda had a wicked grin on her face as the venti sent lightning at her, only to miss. "My grandmum can aim better than that, you bloody wanker!" she taunted. Had she been just a few years younger, she might have been dashing from side to side while going na na na na you can hit me! to infuriate the spirit. But that wouldn't have been cool and she wanted to impress the daughter of Poseidon. The two of them could have Cabin Three all to themselves, as Kiera didn't have any siblings... and that was a highly motivating and enticing idea.
She dashed towards the venti that had attacked her, hoping to make quick work of it with her sword. She ducked and weaved in an out, trying to find a good opening, slashing her Celestial Bronze blade a bit more cheerfully than perhaps she should have. Each of her cuts only went through the air, not managing to catch the elusive body of the storm spirit. The venti probably was mentally taunting her in return - could venti speak? "Urgh, stay still and let me kill you!" Leda complained.
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: New Rome - Coffee Shop Skills: N/A
Nancy groaned. "I swear, if Leandra starts bitching that we're taking three people from the Fifth Cohort, I'll jab an arrow in my brain." The Fifth Cohort was generally regarded as the very worst at Camp Jupiter. Mads was from the Third Cohort, Niah from the Second, and Nancy was from the first. She laughed involuntarily that without meaning to, the only cohort not represented in this mission of six was the fourth - Leandra's. It hadn't been intentional and it wasn't on purpose, but damn, Nancy couldn't help but be a bit wickedly pleased that was the way the cookie had crumbled. She raised an eyebrow as Marco came over and joined them. A lot of people from the First Cohort probably would've thrown a slight fit, if someone from the Fifth just went and sat down at the praetor's table. Nancy didn't care.
"Mmm, that smells delicious. Mads, why don't you bring me lunch?" Nancy pouted. Waverley was acting a bit skittish, falling in line with what Nancy knew about her from their training sessions. Madalyne gave the straight forward version of the sales pitch for the quest, just omitting the spooky prophecy at the center of it all. Nancy finished downing her iced coffee and sighed slightly. Her veins were probably 50% coffee at this point and it still wasn't enough. "Okay, ugh, so here's the deal. Super horrible prophecy. Titans and Giants teaming up against the gods. In the pit. The gem we got last summer is somehow key to it, as is a shrine to my father. We have to work with the Greeks, blegh, but odds are most of us will die. Painfully. It makes the Prophecy of Seven look like a bitchin' cake walk... The Greeks won't get here for a few days, so we were going to go see Atlas, find out what he knows and hopefully he's still there. Marco can use his Venus voodoo magic on the Titan to get him to talk. Or Emily can curse him. Waves and Mads can bring the magic. Niah can hopefully force him into an oath to be truthful. And I'm the muscle."
The Triskelion - Washington D.C.: May 17th, 2021 - 1:20 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 & Amelia Baptiste
Location: the Triskelion - Conference Room Skills: Quebecois (reading/writing)
A little bit of tension left Amelia as the other newcomer - Asokho - came into the room. It was nice to not be the only one completely out of the loop, but she had to admit, she wasn't thrilled about being stuck on a team with a bunch of white people. Seeing another person that looked like her and was just as confused with talk of intergalactic warlords was a blessing. Yet apparently, that was as far as the blessing went, her jaw dropping as Asokho denounced Captain America as an enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D. Was this the Twilight Zone? Amelia pinched herself experimentally. She could rule out dreaming at least.
One of her new companions whispered to her an explanation as to just who Thanos was. "He's the cunt who gave me my powers?" Amelia whispered. She whistled a bit. Maybe impressed. Maybe horrified. She didn't have a chance to even begin to properly process this when the white guy got up, started screaming, and then rushed from the room. She flinched slightly when she heard him punch the wall in the hallway. She agreed with him mostly - except for the country backing S.H.I.E.L.D. That was the United States. And unless President Jakobsen told Hill no, she could enact whatever policies she wanted for her agency. S.H.I.E.L.D. generally existed above the checks and balances the other agencies had.
Bonnie's blood went cold when Flynn screamed at all of them and then fled the room. Her fingers were numb and she had to make a conscious effort to breathe. She didn't like the idea that her boyfriend raging like this could do something like this to her... but Flynn never had made Bonnie the target of one of his rants before. She had only just started to really trust him and let him in, taking so long to heal from the death of her husband James. She hadn't handled it well. She had been institutionalized.
Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf dix, Bonnie recited mentally. She went through the list of numbers again and again, focusing on the repetition of the rhythm. She hadn't felt this... this helpless in a long time and she was desperately clinging to the techniques the doctors had instructed her to use. Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf dix, She wasn't American - she was French Canadian, growing up speaking Québecois before English. The nuns at the Catholic school hit them with rulers if they used anything but la langue française.
"He was here last," Hill answered Cass, gesturing towards the shattered window. "He has an apartment nearby, it'd be a good place to start. You'll need to hurry though. Rogers won't have an easy time hiding and living on the run, but that doesn't mean he won't try." She then glanced at Oliver, her eyebrows furrowed in irritation. "Noted, Agent. I'll inform the Council that the security risk to the planet is mitigated as you have disowned Thanos as your father." Hill then told them the address of Captain America's apartment in Washington D.C.
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