Location: Up! - Fargo, North Dakota -> Up - Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A
"Oooh, if we get there in the middle of the night, you know what would be totally rad? Putting graffiti on Washington's head," Nancy proposed, cackling slightly. She didn't know the context surrounding Mount Rushmore. Her amusement with the idea was entirely based as a rebellion against the patriarchy, unaware of the racist history surrounding the carved faces of United States presidents. Had she known, she would have suggested something a little more dramatic - like getting Greek Fire and using it to blast the entire thing to rubble. Maybe they could call in some friendly deity to do a lightning strike as a favor.
A few hours later when they arrived, Nancy had to wonder for a second whether one of the gods had heard her thoughts, decided they were amusing, and set things up so that way the dragon would totally trash the place. "How much do you wanna bet the mortals will think this was just some grody gas explosion?" Nancy commented, snickering slightly. It was awesome. There was so much unrestrained chaos here. The fires were a nice touch, as was the poop on one of the faces. "Oh bonus, if we get lucky, a news crew will film us and we'll become the terrorists who blew this place up."
"Uh, bloody logical fallacy much? When did I ever say I was better than the Big Three? I just said I was better than you lot," Leda corrected Zeke with an annoyed smirk. She didn't believe that any demigod was above the gods - her sense of competition was purely reserved for the other demigods. She wasn't stupid. She knew claiming to be better than any god would result in a one way ticket to Hades and she was not ready to be judged yet as to her merit. She needed more time so she could work towards getting a spot in the Isles of the Blest.
Leda turned bright red as Calliope kissed her on the cheek. If she hadn't been dating Rebecca... "Erm, you're quite welcome," she stammered, trying to form a coherent thought. She really understood in that moment how so many mortals decided to sleep with gods, despite the tendency for things to go poorly for both them and their kids, especially if the god in question was Zeus. Hera was horrible to Zeus' demigod children, going beyond the usual bitterness of immortal spouses. The Hunters of Artemis came into the room a moment later, led by Thalia Grace, and they only put a slight damper on the mood.
"'Bout time you lot decided to join in," Leda joked. She went on out with the others and glanced around, wondering if Lady Artemis was there.
Runa stared at Klara, her heart pounding as seconds felt like they stretched out into years. She didn't know what to say to answer her. And the longer she thought about what exactly to say, the more awkward the fact she wasn't saying anything had become - it was an exponential increase, a growth of awkwardness. Eventually, she decided for an incredibly belated nod, although Runa was pretty sure Klara must have thought she was an idiot or a freak with a language impediment. Maybe she should have been playing dumb this entire time - she could have claimed to only speak Norwegian even and not understand a word of English.
"Uh..." Runa squeaked, trying to decide what to do. So many things were coming at her, so many choices to make. Some of them were small - did she want to eat around a bunch of bloodthirsty strangers, eat in her room, or sneak off to another plane of existence? Others were larger - should she trust Loki and try to save her father and by extension the world from complete destruction? Going down to Earth had the definite benefit that she could avoid the hungry and hangry murderers in the dining hall - or Food Court - or whatever it was that they had here. She could also bolt more easily she had to imagine. At least on Earth, things made sense and she could just dash onto a bus. "...Earth would be nice."
Megan couldn't help but roll her eyes at Isabella as she came over asking if she was alright. Megan was fairly certain that Isabella just cared since she wanted to sleep with her brother - something that Megan couldn't imagine any human being on the planet wanting to do, but apparently, the daughter of Jasmine and Aladdin wanted to. Some people just had insanely weird taste. Her brother wasn't relationship material at all - the only things he consistently spent time and attention on were doughnuts and coffee. "I'll leave you two to it, Romeo and Juliet," Megan told Isabella and Jack dryly.
She stepped off away from them, her eyes narrowing a little bit as Merlin mentioned they would be leaving soon. She didn't really know what was going on. She didn't know what to expect on the other side of the portal. She supposed that she ought to have been concerned about her work and her life here, but as Megan thought on it, there sadly wasn't much keeping her here. It was her and her brother against the world, just like it always had been. "Where exactly are we going?" she asked Merlin.
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
The Ruins of the Old Mutant Underground DC HQ...
Colossus blinked back tears, turning from metal to flesh as he collapsed on the ground. He punched the dirt that he had walked over easily a thousand times, back when these ruins had been his home. He had spent so much time searching for his sister, praying that she was alive - and when he found her, it had been nothing short of a miracle. He had been reunited with Illyana for a little under half a year. And now she was gone again. Her eyes were dull. Her muscles were stiff. "I... I am sorry, Maximilian," Colossus apologized. His heart was weary, grieving for his sister, and he was full of disappointment with Sunshine. "...Jack. Have word with your daughter." He needed space and time to grieve. But someone needed to punish Sunshine for what she had done, to teach her that it wasn't okay to mess with other's emotions.
Veil
Location: George Washington University: the Street Skills:Invisible Energy Manipulation, Parkour, Invisible Energy Attacks
"Hey, lighten up, Sapphire! You're no fairy princess yourself!" Havok complained. He was more than a little bit hurt to hear Sapphire's low opinion of him. He thought the two of them had really become good friends, bonding over their hatred of new people joining the Mutant Underground. He winced as Sapphire impaled Polaris with an ice knife, his mind flashing back to how Sapphire had killed Polaris in the House of M reality.
A few feet away from Havok, the ejected Sentinel pilot hit the pavement hard with a sickening crunch. Blood was splattered all over Alex Summers, making his hair a lovely shade of strawberry blonde. The pilot's ripped parachute lamely covered the body, looking more like an add for OSHA than something that would happen in real life. "Ugh, seriously? There's blood in my mouth...and... hair?!" He picked off bits of hair from his tongue. The strands were dark brown, ruining any possibility that they could have just been Havok's hair. Veil's flamboyant twin brother knocked Polaris out and Havok ran on over to his girlfriend, scooping her up and carrying her bridal style.
"It's a sentinel, they're not going to be something we can take down with anything electromagnetic, they made these things to fight mutants," Veil explained. "Well, one mutant in particular - Magneto." She didn't say anything about Havok grabbing Polaris, as she expected that. Whether or not they could bring Polaris back to the Underground was a different conversation. Maybe she was being manipulated, although it couldn't have been telepathic - Polaris wore a headpiece that functioned similarly to her father's helmet, protecting her mind from telepaths.
She created force field stepping stones, moving higher into the air with each jump. Veil honestly didn't know why she had never tried to use her powers like this before - she loved Parkour and this played into it easily. She sent two force fields at the Sentinel, hoping that her sort of energy manipulation would get through, but there was definitely some sort of force field deflecting it. "New plan. Energy manipulations are out. Brute force is in. If we can throw things at it, I think it'll get through." She made another set of force field stepping stones, hopping until she was on solid ground again.
The Sentinel unleashed a huge blast of violet energy, slamming into Veil's force field. If her reflexes hadn't been so fast, it would have killed her. The Sentinel sent another blast at Andy, although Andy would be able to narrowly dodge it thanks to her enhanced reflexes.
Sunshine & Casper
Location: Mutant Underground: Entranceway -> Medical Skills: Mediumship
Sunshine was ignoring everything going on around her. She had dragged Magik over to the moth eaten couch in the entranceway, cradling her in her arms as she cried. She had never felt an emotion this deep before. When she and her found family had been sent to prison for a crime they didn't commit, she had sobbed and cried, realizing she would never see them again. But this pain was different. She wanted to trade places with Magik, so that way Illyana could live and see another sunrise.
"Sure, James," Negasonic said, her usual snark and sarcasm gone. She went over to Captain Britain's daughter, putting an arm around her and leading her upstairs to medical. An idea was forming in her head. She had heard Casper babbling about a demon appearing when Magik died. "Glimpse... I need a favor. I need a way for Colossus and I to go visit Excalibur." Excalibur was a British superhero team, led by Captain Britain and Psylocke. They were almost exclusively all mutants and tended to be the experts on things that went bump in the night (beyond the Sorcerer Supreme of course). Nightcrawler and Shadowcat were on the roster, as well as a dragon named Lockheed.
Casper's head was starting to clear, as there was more and more distance put between him and what he had seen. Ben was still incredibly on edge, hovering closer to Casper, as if that could protect him from being dragged to hell or wherever Magik's soul had been taken. "I feel a lot better, babes, I promise," Casper said, sitting down on a bed in medical. "I don't even think I'm going to puke... And my heart isn't hammering, because You-Know-Who isn't around being horrifying."
"I thought Harry Potter was canceled?" Ben asked.
"No, that was the transphobic moron who wrote it. Every minute she's off in a public signing books, she's depriving some village of their idiot," Casper complained. Discussing the fall of JK Rowling was a lot more comfortable than thinking about the horned thing that had dragged Magik away. He shuddered as the images flashed in front of his eyes again. He didn't know if he would be able to sleep ever again. But as long as he could focus on James and how positively cute he was, Casper was safe. He knew James wouldn't let anything happen to him.
"...Babes can I have some Advil? Or Tylenol?" Casper then whimpered, his headache coming back strong. "Or a Xanax? Or Adderall?"
Location: Xavier's Institute - Outside Annie and Carolina's Room -> the Living Room Skills: Minor Molecular Combustion, Telekinetic Combat
Neil was deeply confused as Carolina kissed him on the cheek. He knew that she was British, so it must have been something that friends did to other friends, right? He never looked at her in any sort of romantic light before - his heart stung, thinking briefly about the coy little smile on Sara's face whenever she would kiss him. Besides, Carolina had an dead girlfriend/wife, she was clearly gay and wouldn't have been interested in men. Neil didn't blame her for that. Men were the worst. He always got along better with girls, never really fitting in with the guys. "Alright," he said, smiling slightly. Carolina's optimism was a little bit contagious.
He went along with her until they arrived in the living room. Neil was instantly a little bit wary, seeing that the entire team had gathered there. Edus was present to and his mind jumped to conclusions, wondering if this was some sort of intervention for him? Were they going to kick him out of the X-Men too, just because his aunties and cousin practiced black magic? Was there a rule against burning candles in the rooms here at the X-Mansion? However, his anxiety fueled worst case scenarios were nothing compared to what was actually happening. He peered over Carolina's shoulder, his face draining of color as he read the letter.
Neil's face twisted into one of disgust and horror, seeing that he was paired with the most unstable and foul tempered member of the team - Lance Banner. He would have much preferred being partnered with someone from the D&D group. He even would have traded with Mira to be paired with Iris. At least it was a board game - if he had to be killed by the God of Mischief, playing a board game wasn't the worst way to go. He picked the Crystal Serpent for the two of them, since Lance didn't seem to care, and Neil liked snakes. They symbolized wisdom.
Mary and Bethany went first. Neil studied the riddle, instantly thinking of something to do with bugs - he wanted to say mosquitoes, but then again, a lot of different bugs could cause things like that. And when he saw the bugs appear not too long afterwards, his eyes widened. They were huge, easily each of them bigger than a baseball. He got in front of Annie and Carolina to try to protect them, gritting his teeth as he moved his hands like he was tearing paper. Nothing happened. He tried again, the bugs hard to focus on, and he managed to make ten of them explode like fireworks. There were so many though that it seemed like a futile effort. "We need to go!"
Guin Stark
Location: Xavier's Institute - the Living Room Skills: Telepathy (Mental Link)
I get that the world doesn't revolve around me - but I'm telling you, this is personal, Guin argued, her words filling Pietro's mind and his alone. She didn't want to make a bigger deal out of this or waste more time on it. In fact, at this point was she basically determined to try to read Loki's mind when they inevitably caught him to confirm that she was right and Loki was doing this to target the Stark Family. He had no reason to want to bother with the rest of the X-Men. They were a young team and while they weren't brand new, they were so unknown in the cosmic grand scheme of things that Galactus hadn't even paid much attention to them until they secured the Ultimate Nullifier.
She glanced at the pieces still available, a bit miffed that the Jade Monkey had already been claimed. She wished that a Ruby Hippo had been an option, but she then spotted the next best thing. It was a bit over the top and loud, but she loved that, scooping up the Gold Lion. "We get to rule Narnia now, right?" she joked, before putting her piece down at the starting position. "I think we should institute some public drinking festivals and fish slapping competitions. Oh and pin the tail on the white witch!" She vastly preferred the Chronicles of Narnia to the Middle Earth books like the Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit, even if Turkish Delight did not taste good enough to warrant betraying her family.
Guin jumped slightly as the shockwave went off, her ears ringing a little bit. "I think that was the magic McGuffin," she told Mary. She spun around what felt like seconds later, coming face to face with a swarm of mosquitoes. Guin quickly flipped her visor down, very grateful that she had been testing out the Mark 1 Iron Star armor earlier. "Stay back, bae," she warned Pietro. Mary was tangling the bugs in vines, Neil was exploding them, and Guin aimed for a big clump of the bugs. She unleashed a sonic pulse, loving the weapons systems in her armor.
Forty of the bugs were knocked out, dropping to the ground like flies. "I fucking love this."
"You're welcome, lass."
"Let's get the game to the Danger Room, we can seal it up tight and keep the bugs out," she suggested to the team. "Oh and someone should make sure Professor X isn't trapped in a bathroom or something, it'd seriously suck if he took a bunch of bugs to the groin."
Location: Argo III - the Ground -> Upper Deck Skills: N/A
Rebecca returned the salute that the undead soldiers gave her, smiling at them. "Go in peace," she bade them. They crumpled into dust and returned to the ground from whence they had come. The storm had largely subsided, without the Anemoi Thuellai to fuel it. She could feel the angry spirits moving around some in the contraption she had on her back and she wondered how quickly they could stir up a new storm if released. "Thank you for partnering with me, Marygold. You're a formidable warrior with the makings of a sorceress." Demeter and Hecate were rather close deities. And of course, Rebecca expected that Marygold would excel at herbalism and potion-making due to her talents with plants.
She frowned ever so slightly, seeing Kiera kiss Leda on the cheek. She felt a tinge of anger deep in her stomach, the emotion shocking Rebecca. She and Leda had ended things amicably. She had performed a cord cutting ritual as well, to ensure that there wouldn't be any remaining ill feelings. And as for public displays of affection, Rebecca never minded them. Yet she couldn't shake the sour feeling from seeing the daughter of Poseidon kiss her ex-girlfriend. She climbed up the rope ladder and set her canister of spirits by the others. She then pointedly went back over by Marygold, trying to clear her thoughts slightly.
"How are you faring, Marygold?"
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Argo III - the Ground -> Upper Deck Skills: N/A
Leda accepted Kiera's hand, getting back up to her feet. Her shoes were securely tied, but the battle was pretty much over by now anyways. She was pretty chuffed with how she had done, adding a few more monsters to her kill list. Marysas the Satyr was probably the most famous thing she had killed with her sword, Ultraviolet. She only regretted slightly slaying him, since he had been an amazing breakdancer, enough to put Zeke to shame (which she had loved). "Thanks, it was rather smashing," Leda agreed. "You weren't too shabby yourself, mate."
She blushed ever so slightly as Kiera kissed her on the cheek, but she was beaming with pride. Not only had she killed a bunch of monsters and gotten to burn off some restless energy, she also got a kiss from a cute girl. Even having her ex-girlfriend, Rebecca, just a few feet away from her wasn't enough to sour her mood. She climbed up the rope ladder and reemerged on the deck of the Argo III. She set down her container of venti-juice next to the others carefully, not wanting to find out what would happen if the containers broke and a bunch of angry venti popped out.
"Oi, who's turn is it to do watch?"
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: New Rome - Coffee Shop Skills: N/A
Nancy raised an eyebrow, surprised to hear Waverley defending Satan's Niece, Leandra. Most of the Senate didn't even really like Leandra. The other praetor for the Fourth Cohort also didn't really jive with her from what Nancy could tell. Though she supposed that Waverley was naive enough that maybe she had fallen for Leandra's Hero of the People act. "If I didn't think she'd do it, I wouldn't have said it," she told Waverley a bit harshly. "All she cares about is undermining my authority because my dad is Apollo. She wants power for her own sake. Don't let her fool you into thinking there's anything philanthropic about it. That bitch is grody to the max."
She made sure that she had finished every last drop of her drink, before somewhat reluctantly rising from her seat. The Senate Building was probably her least favorite place in all of New Rome (her favorite being the shrine to her aunt, Diana, on Temple Hill - or the coffee shop. It was a toss up). At the very least, they shouldn't need to have too long of a meeting. She wanted to hit the ground running, find out what they could from Atlas, and face this nightmare of a prophecy head on. Running away and hiding behind budgetary meetings wasn't going to solve their problems. "I'd rather someone gag me with a spoon than go on a date. Just seems like a waste of time and energy. Monsters to slay, places to see, and all that jazz," she told Marco.
The Triskelion - Washington D.C.: May 17th, 2021 - 1:50 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 - Quinjet -> Roof of Steve Rogers' Apartment Building - Quinjet Skills: Blessing of Athena, Perception, Intuition
Bonnie tilted her head slightly, noticing that Niah had been bright red before going into the bathroom. Flynn didn't join her inside, confirming that there wasn't anything sexual going on between those two. Had she been in a better mood, she would have intended on asking Niah once she finished up if she had washed her hands or not. But as it was, Bonnie kept fluctuating between focused and determined, and heartbroken and frustrated. Maybe romance just wasn't for her. She had already played both the blushing bride and the whimpering widow.
The only new agent to stick things out, Asokho, had taken a spot in the back by Flynn and the bathroom. Bonnie couldn't help but notice that everyone who had decided not to take on this mission was female. Oliver had his laptop out, typing away rapidly. Her thoughts flickered to Tempest, wondering what side of all of this she would have taken. She seemed like the rebellious type - she probably wouldn't have been willing to arrest the Sentinel of Liberty.
The quinjet they were using had stealth mode, so as Cass flew them to their destination, they blended in with their surroundings like a giant chameleon. Bonnie couldn't properly appreciate the views of the city, the Washington Monument jutting out into the sky. She kept running the numbers, wondering who would be the next one to defect, the next one to turn. She was trying to calculate down to the minute when Flynn would turn on them all - when he would use his flames to hurt them. To hurt her.
They landed on the roof of the apartment building. Rogers' was in unit #8, placing him on the top floor by the staircase. A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, Agent 13, lived in apartment #10 across the hall from him to watch him. Bonnie had to assume that Agent 13 was unavailable at the moment, since otherwise they would have had to rendez-vous with her. "Wh-what's the plan, boss?" Bonnie asked Cass, her voice cracking.
Amelia Baptiste
Location: the Triskelion - Hangar Skills: N/A
Amelia's ears perked up, seeing the two agents standing around talking about visiting something called the New York Sanctum and actual magic. The name Thanos caught her attention too, having heard earlier that he was the reason she had her nifty powers over air. She didn't have anything better to do and she was pretty sure neither of the agents could fly or teleport. "Oi, mates, you're going to waste a buttload of money on an Uber - I'll take you to New York in Quimbey, provided I get to get in on whatever magic shenanigans you're doing. And crickey, if there's any fighting or lasers, I also get to help with that." She grinned, convinced that Maria and Sparky wouldn't turn her down. A quinjet had left the hangar already and she was willing to bet the rest of their team was on it, meaning they didn't have a ride.
"Also, Doctor Strange? Isn't he the occultist from the telly? The meme cunt?" Amelia asked. She had seen interviews with an ex-surgeon who claimed to have found himself in magic. They were usually put on YouTube and then made into hilarious autotuned songs and skits. SNL had even done one called Doctor, there's a demon in my belly! She cackled slightly just thinking about it. Strange had been played by Fred Armisen in that one - and the demon in the belly had been Alec Baldwin.
Location: Galley -> Atrium Skills: Trivia Knowledge and History
Raynor realized that Zarina hadn't gone back with them and he groaned. For a brief moment, he asked himself why he cared about the kid - he certainly didn't care about the wellbeing of anyone else present. Maybe he was a bodyguard who specialized in protecting children or something. It would explain his muscles. It didn't make much sense to him though, as he really didn't care about other people. He just didn't want to see the little kid of the group hurt and in pain. He knew he wasn't a pedophile, it wasn't anything like that.
"There's no laws in space?!" Vinnie repeated. Had this been a cartoon, smoke would have been going out her ears. Just like before with the history of the hat, Vinnie suddenly had an onslaught of knowledge pour into her brain and spew out her mouth. It wasn't organized or anything - she just blurted it as it came to her, allowing everyone a realtime look at her thought processes. "Okay first of all, space law dates back to 1919 and comes from international law saying countries ruled the airspace above them. Then in 1944, there was the Chicago Convention, where everyone was like yeah that still sounds chill to me! Oh and you know the dog, Sputnik? Him being launched got the US to pass the Space Act, founding fucking NASA! Oh and there also was the creation of international space policy during the Cold War, since y'know, the next logical steps after bombs and nukes is to go all Star Wars on people's ass and raze countries with a mini Death Star."
"In fact, you ableist piece of shit, the 1967 Treaty on Principles Governing the Activities of States in the Exploration and Use of Outer Space, Including the Moon and Other Celestial Bodies clearly states that if a country launches a spacecraft up into space, their laws apply to what happens on the spaceship. There are clearly laws in space! It's not like the wild west where you can go around biting people's boobs and drinking whiskey and shooting guns at pigs! Oh and before you go but but but aliens made this ship!, there's the 1998 Intergovernmental Agreement that basically says whatever country the criminal is from, they get jurisdiction. So there IS law in space and it applies directly to YOU whether you're aware of it or not!"
She took a breath. Each second just made her want to be one of the first people to slap a bitch in space - and per the extraordinary amount of Space Law that Vinnie knew, the United States would be the one to deal with her assaulting someone. That was fine. The US Courts loved white women slapping people. Besides, new information about her past came at her! Tessa claimed that Vinnie had been her roommate, they took classes together - that definitely explained the camera from her room - and Vinnie worked for Buzzfeed. She tilted her head slightly. "I wonder if I did a video on Space Law... And if I didn't use a single clip from Star Wars, then I'm going to have to give myself a lobotomy as punishment. Ooo and for the hat video, I could have tried on a bunch of different and weird hats! That would've been so fun!" No memories were clicking in for her - just fantasies of how she could make super cool videos.
With the proposed plan to split things up, Vinnie didn't need to think twice about where to go. She held up the middle finger at Cal and walked on out of the galley, heading back to the atrium. Raynor wasn't that far behind her, going to look for the kid, figuring she might have gone and done something stupid.
Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 472 Skills: Perception
She didn't miss the frown that flashed across Loki's face. It may have only been a few seconds, but the image was seared into Runa's mind. He didn't like her answer. He was hiding something. He seemed pretty desperately to want her to go after Balder - and admittedly, the fear of being responsible for the end of the world was a good motivator. But if Loki was so keen on having her go after him, she was pretty sure there was some sort of trap in store. He didn't seem trustworthy. He reminded her of the bullies at school that would pretend to be her friend at first, only to then steal her stuff and hide them in the net of the basketball hoop. "I don't need to have anyone. I like being alone," she said quietly, just before Loki vanished.
She was lying of course - she missed her mother dearly already. She even missed her step-father. She had the floor number and time Loki gave her committed to memory already, her emotions betraying the facade she had tried to present to the god. Runa tilted her head slightly as the dinner announcement rang. Had she been in the hotel that long already? Did time move differently here? She couldn't be certain. She wanted to take some time to herself to process everything, maybe make a pro and con list in order to figure out the choice to make, but Fate had other plans for her. Nadia and the others had found her.
"I'm f-fine. I just... I just needed to be alone for a little bit."
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