Location: Argo III - Upper Deck Skills: Basic Medicine and Trivia Knowledge
"The poor thing is wounded and means us no harm, Jason," Rebecca chided him softly. It was understandable for him to be extraordinarily cautious, he hadn't learned that not all monsters wished to harm demigods. Some cyclopses wished to feast on their bones, yet others served in the forges under the ocean in Poseidon's dominion. Gryphons were multifaceted creatures and until proven otherwise, Rebecca was determined to treat the poor thing as a wounded ally and not as an injured foe. Alannah came back up with a variety of supplies for tending to the gryphon, as Rebecca did her best to examine the wound cautiously without disturbing the spear.
"Arthur, if you go into the cargo hold, there should be some healing herbs in the barrels. We'll need those," she directed. "As long as we show the gryphon we mean no harm and behave as non-threateningly as possible, all should be well," she instructed. If she could take those herbs and apply them as a salve of sorts to the wound, then bandaging it up ought to be sufficient. The poor creature would likely need a few days to rest, but there was plenty of space on the Argo so she doubted that would pose an issue. "We should then set up a space for the gryphon to rest. It should have a place to sleep and recover."
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Argo III - Galley Skills: N/A
Needless to say, Leda hadn't exactly approved of Demetri using his own spit to send an Iris Message. He could have asked her to summon a rainbow for him or at least done something more sanitary than asking a goddess to carry a message via spit. She shuddered on her mother's behalf. It was probably for the best that Iris was a peaceful goddess, as some of the other gods probably would have cursed Demetri for using spit to summon them. "If you mean we call football football, then yes. It's you yanks that got cross eyed and decided to call it soccer. What you call football hardly even involves feet!"
"And I'll take a dare. Can't have you learning all of my secrets on day one, luv," she said with a smirk. Besides, dares were infinitely more entertaining. Truth questions tended to lead to tearful confessions and drama, both of which she loved, but Leda had a lot of pent up energy that she wanted to let out. She was moving her knee up and down rapidly, enough to be felt through the table by the others. For a demigod, Leda had an extraordinarily hard time keeping still. For a normal person, her attention span was basically zero.
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: New Rome - Senate Building Skills: N/A
Nancy raised her hand as well, voting in favor of the quest. There was no way she was going to vote against it. Her eyes narrowed as she saw Leandra stupidly clinging to open defiance. She made no sense at all to her. The vision Nancy had indicated Leandra was going to be there when this all went down - so why wouldn't she want more information? She was jeopardizing her own safety. She opened her mouth to chew out Leandra, but decided against it. She had wasted too much time on her today anyways. "How very," she instead said brightly to Niah. It was no secret that Nancy loved Niah's armor - it was like having their own personal Peter Pan around.
"I'm so excited to change out of this," Nancy then added, pulling a bit at her purple praetor's cloak. She didn't wear it when she went out on quests and whatnot. It was fun to have a purple cape, but it got in the way. She had watched the Incredibles while at the Lotus Hotel and had come to agree pretty strongly with Edna Mode - capes were a recipe for disaster when it came to actual combat. She knew that there were some magical threads or something in them, but she preferred to wear her own clothes. She felt more like herself anyways.
So many works of art recommended against using anger as a motivator. It was a cheap fuel, only allowing you to go so far. It often resulted in suffering and tragedy. The protagonists were constantly being directed towards more positive emotions to use for their battles, such as love and never hatred. But in this moment, Vinnie had to disagree with popular culture. Anger was a great source for getting things done. It filled her like an intense fire, hearing Greenie insult her. Tessa grabbed onto her and Vinnie nearly jumped, although she realized a second later that Tessa was just helping to make sure she didn't fall from the catwalk.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Vinnie screeched a loud war cry, running at top speed towards the strange being. She didn't care that it was asking questions. Her anger was pumping through her system and she was going to put that rage to good use. Whatever They were up to, it was clearly nothing good as they had all been abducted - and hopefully not anally probed. Her butt felt normal though, so she figured the odds of that happening were low. She slammed into the creature with her entire body, knocking them back down. Vinnie then pinned them expertly, her body so used to this sort of violence, as if she had done this on a daily basis before. Roller Derby. She wished she had a pair of skates.
"Listen, Gabriel, you're going to tell us what's going on here or I'm going to rename you Flapjacks because your face will be a pancake!" Vinnie declared. "So it's your move, talk or be a delicious vital component of a balanced breakfast!" "Fuck!" Raynor cursed, dropping the radio down to his side. He walked over to the entrance, as if somehow that might make the signal better. He kicked at the wall in anger, wishing that he hadn't let the tiny ones go after Zarina. He hoped that Odin was watching over her if no one else could.
The Triskelion - Washington D.C.: May 17th, 2021 - 2:20 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!
Agent 13's Apartment...
Agent 13 stared at Matt for a moment. She was sick of men questioning her credibility or her effectiveness to do her job. Yet instead of telling him everything in an effort to get validation, she just smiled. She didn't have anything to prove to him. "I guess I don't have anything that can help you then." She had told them how to find Rogers, she wasn't about to do their job for them, especially when she didn't know if S.H.I.E.L.D. going after Captain America was the right call.
Her eyes narrowed at Flynn and Agent 13 shifted her weight slightly, her muscles tensed and ready for a fight. She didn't disagree with him, but he was a hostile white man screaming about morals in her apartment who used to work for a fascist, racist organization.
"I can speak for myself, thanks," Agent 13 snapped at Asokho. She didn't appreciate him mansplaining her emotions. "I also can hear everything you're saying, I'm not a piece of furniture. Steve isn't going to stop. You won't be able to convince him this is right - you either need to accept that or deal with the fact that Captain America's mighty shield can give you a wicked concussion and several broken ribs if you aren't careful. And that's on one of his off days."
Bonnie Chase
Location: Steve Rogers' Apartment -> the Roof - Quinjet Skills: Blessing of Athena, Perception, Intuition
Bonnie frowned slightly as Niah left the room. There was definitely something going on there, but she couldn't be sure what it was. Her thoughts were a little bit clouded still, but it was coming in intermittent blasts - like a pair of old headphones cutting the music in and out at random times. She had to focus on the task at hand though, not the oddities in Niah's behavior or the cruelness of Flynn's earlier outburst. "We should take the quinjet in stealth mode, wouldn't want the Avengers and the Fantastic Four freaking out - or god forbid, the Daily Bugle getting more 'evidence' of UFO's." She missed having Doctor Strange around to sling them around the world via magic, but c'est la vie.
Bonnie left the apartment, glancing at the closed door across the hall. Flynn must have been on the other side talking to Agent 13. Her eyes darted over towards the door for the staircase access. "I'll catch up in a sec," she told Cass. Bonnie pulled the scalpel from her medical kit and quietly walked over to Agent 13's door. The rational part of her was fuming, but her inner Slytherin was feeling vindictive and petty. She carefully inserted the scalpel into the lock - and then used all of her upper body strength to forcibly bend it, jamming the scalpel into place and preventing the doorknob from turning.
She smirked a bit, before turning around, her blonde hair bouncing slightly, as she rushed to catch up with the others. She got onboard the quinjet and took the co-pilot's seat so that way she could be next to Cass during the trip. Bonnie was biting back a smile, trying her best not to giggle at the thought of Flynn being trapped inside of the apartment, unable to leave. His outburst earlier still hurt, but this was a nice reprieve.
Oliver's phone would buzz, with a familiar voice on the other end of the line: "So, mind telling me why exactly you are poking into Cap's stuff? Or are you going to try and pretend that it was an accident or something? Oh, when you leave don't forget to say hi to the camera in the hallway."
Amelia Baptiste
Location: the Skies Over Philadelphia - 2:40 PM Skills: Aerokinesis, Perception
About thirty minutes into the flight Maria flew in the air with Amelia and Sparky, feeling the air moving through her hair and then she started to lag behind Amelia and Sparky by a couple of feet. She stared at Amelia a little bit longer than she should have, then she could've sworn she saw a goose that was flying way to close to Amelia, and sent a bolt of lightning at it but it looked like it was more aimed at Amelia who easily dodged it. "Sorry, there was a bird that was coming a little bit too close to you."
"Crikey, thanks!" Amelia exclaimed. She had her hands gripping her glider, with her feet tuck into the foot holds on the back. It was way easier to maintain the air currents she was using to fly like this than she could have done without the glider to assist. She dipped down slightly and then pulled up rapidly, going a loop-de-loop. She frowned slightly, not spotting any birds nearby. It also was a bit concerning to her that Maria's first instinct was to electrify a bird instead of letting it be.
"Y'know actually, cunt, the sky belongs to everyone. I don't mind if a bird gets a bit close to me, just a new mate, eh?" Amelia shouted at Maria, trying to be heard over the noisy wind. They were above Philadelphia now, halfway to New York City. The metropolis was gleaming underneath them. The trio were about 10,000 feet up in the air - not high enough to run into airplanes, as those tended to be at 36,000 feet. "So I want to get to know both of you more! What did you want to be when you were little kids? I've always wanted to be a pilot. I had posters of Amelia Earhart on my ceiling."
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...
"You are good friend," Colossus mumbled to Spark Plug gratefully. He returned her hug, still in his organic steel form. He was ordinarily incredibly careful with others while like this, but his grief had clouded his mind. He forgot his own strength and as he hugged Spark Plug, he used so much pressure that he accidentally snapped one of her ribs. She was suffocating, unable to breathe. Both boys would be feeling rather chilly from the snow, while Spark Plug apparently was immune to Jack Frost.
Veil
Location: Transit Skills: N/A
Veil was a little bit surprised to hear one of the new mutants - the one with the leather jacket - explain stealing. She was so used to living below the poverty line, stealing supplies for the Mutant Underground, it was just strange to think of it as immoral. She never considered whether or not their actions hurt other people. It always felt like a victimless crime. And if there were any victims, surely it would be the rich people who owned the warehouses and stores they raided for food, right?
Her phone buzzed, distracting her from her thoughts. She read the second message before she saw the first. Her bottom lip trembled and Veil bit down on it, hard, in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. They lost Moonwalker and Magik that day. Death was part of being a mutant, but it didn't make it hurt any less. She cleared her throat slightly. The others needed to know as well. "Magik died of M-Pox." Her fingers felt cold as ice as she tapped out a reply to Spark Plug -
Shit. We need to make a drop off at HQ, got some injured. We'll come by ASAP. Almost there. We lost Moonwalker. Picked up some lost girls. And Polaris.
There was so much going on that Veil didn't even know how to process the information that one of the kids they picked up had a sibling working for S.H.I.E.L.D. It wasn't unheard of for mutants to go into law enforcement - or to have human family members who were part of the force. But in Veil's opinion, all law enforcement was corrupt and anti-mutant. Anyone who wore the badge was either guilty of hate crimes or complicit in abiding them. The other girl in the back was chattering a lot, seemingly a Thor fangirl from what Veil could tell. That also wasn't uncommon. He had nice abs.
Watts was protectively holding onto his daughter, Leda sitting in his lap since there wasn't enough room in the van. Both of them were quiet, knowing that this wasn't the time for snide comments. People were processing and grieving, especially with the announcement of another death. Watts could hold his ego back - at least for a little while.
"Fuck," Havok said. He didn't elaborate. There wasn't really anything else that could be said. Magik had died because of a disease they had been powerless to stop. At least Moonwalker had died for a cause - Magik's death had been for nothing.
The van pulled up into the garage of the Mutant Underground Headquarters. It had a small staircase that led up into the entranceway, where anyone going on up would see Sunshine cradling Magik's corpse on one of the couches.
"Echo... Would you mind picking up Colossus, Spark Plug, and Stretch? They're at the old HQ."
Casper's body was on a bed in medical. His veins were extraordinarily prominent and his breaths were infrequent and harsh. He had ended up face down on the pillow, making breathing even more challenging. Of course, his spirit was completely unaware of the mortal peril his body was in, instead trying to come to terms with his fear and conquer it as he stared at the ghost of Waverley's mom in Max's bedroom.
"You got this, Casper," Ben encouraged. Sometimes he felt optimistic about Casper's chances to become a better person. This was not one of these times. Ben was a liar.
"I'm f-fine, Ben, you act like I'm as competent as Honey Boo Boo on Toddlers in Tiaras or whatever that white trash show was called," Casper complained. He was partially transfixed by the ghost of Mrs. Watts, looking at the blood that covered her. Her lips had a definite blue tint to them and her eyes looked like they were rotting, as if her hatred was causing her soul to decompose in the afterlife.
"HOW THE FUCK DOES THIS WHITE BOY GET TO BE ALIVE AND I'M DEAD?!?!?!?! IS THERE NO JUSTICE ANYMORE?!?!?! THE FUCKING COP KILLER NEEDS TO PAY!" Mrs. Watts raged. She tried to claw Max's eyeballs out, but her ghostly hand just went on through him.
Something clicked. As Casper stared at Mrs. Watts, he started to laugh. It was quiet at first, before expanding into a full belly chuckle. He had no idea why he was suddenly a spirit too, since he was pretty sure he wasn't dead - his body had been breathing last he checked. But there was just something so funny about Mrs. Watts trying to hurt Max but failing. And while Casper didn't realize it, he had faced his fears. (Well, more of Max had faced them for him). Mrs. Watts couldn't hurt Max. She couldn't do anything unless Casper let her.
He had the power here - wait, did he? He didn't know if he could channel things like this. He didn't feel like trying though. No, instead he wanted to do what he did best - talk.
"Hey, I'm not scared of you! You can't hurt me! You can't even hurt Max and everyone likes to do that! In fact, while I'm talking to you, you reeeeaally need to get a haircut. Like is there a ghost barber? Maybe after Hitler gets his stache trimmed, you can hop into the chair and take it for a spin, huh? Also newsflash, revenge doesn't work when you're dead and all you're doing is giving me a headache. And messing up your daughter emotionally, she's going to grow up to be an action star, probably will have some Swan Song type of a movie where she dies for the next generation... Maybe set near the Mexican border. And end near the Canadian one."
Ben smiled proudly, beaming like a father watching their kid take their first - extremely awkward and scatterbrained - steps.
"And oi, Max, no feeling up my boyfriend!!"
Outside in the hallway - "Britney Spears," Negasonic deadpanned. "Oh no, you're having a complete meltdown... No one could have predicted that an unhealthy obsession with a gay man with a boyfriend could end this way..." She didn't know what was going on between James and Glimpse, but whatever it was, it was weird. "Wow, James, you're back. Shocking."
Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 472 Skills: Amokinesis
Runa looked right into Klara's eyes, wishing that her problems just stemmed from being unable to accept her death. Truthfully, she hadn't had much time to really contemplate whether she had really died or not. She had a lot on her mind, with the knowledge that her father was a captive god and if she didn't do anything with the information she had, the universe could die. But it had been too long since she had arrived here, she couldn't exactly just casually mention what she had seen. No, she needed to fix this mess alone without anyone else in order to save face. What if they thought she was evil or something? The blood drained from her face, wondering how her meeting with Loki would come off to them. She hadn't mentioned it. It was also definitely too late to bring it up now.
She stiffened as Nadia put a hand on her, before delicately removing Nadia's hand from her person. She didn't mean it to be rude or anything, but her anxiety was skyrocketing. She kept alternating between a deep sense of shame for not speaking up and saying anything about the end of the world, fear that no one would believe her, and anxiety that there wasn't anything she could do to fix anything. "Leave me alone!" Runa demanded, but there was something different about her words. It was like they had a bit of extra spice to them, entrancing Arnora and Nadia to follow her instructions. Klara was immune.
Megan raised a bit of an eyebrow, hearing the pride in someone's voice as they claimed Robin Hood as their parent. It felt incredibly weird to her. They hadn't done anything to "win" or "lose" at. They didn't know their parents. The connection they had to them was essentially purely genetics and as an educated professional, Megan knew that skills couldn't be inherited. There was no reason as far as she was concerned to be proud of who one's parent turned out to be in this scenario. Why define oneself based on someone you had never met? Why not have pride based on your own strengths?
And then someone else was apparently not impressed with the woods they had been transported to? Megan was having less and less patience with these people. They had fought against Maleficent and teleported to a world that they had no idea existed when the day had begun. And that wasn't enough? They wanted more? She shook her head slightly, wondering if the most intelligent person among them was her brother - a truly scary thought. "Not really... I've always wondered about my parents, but it'll mostly just be nice to know my family medical history. I'd like to be prepared if we have a history of schizophrenia. I think I'd be a good madwoman regardless, however... But as much as I am curious about them, they ultimately don't mean much. I'm glad that I exist, but they're strangers. My real family's right here, annoyingly without any idea on how to use a gun."
She picked through the bag of clothing, pulling out a silver tunic and some trousers, as well as a sturdy pair of boots. She wasn't really into wearing dresses - besides, dresses weren't practical anyways. She found a tree that no one had claimed and she changed behind it, leaving her hair down.
Neil nodded slightly at Annie's suggestion of a first aid kit. That probably would have been a good thing to grab - they could even put it underneath the game, making it easy to cart both of them around. He wondered if the Danger Room could provide one for them. It seemed like the sort of thing that Xavier would have had installed, just in case. But at the same time, he wondered if a first aid kit would even do much good - it would have to be a heavy duty one. They weren't getting paper cuts from this, the injuries were real. Loki was actively trying to kill them.
They really didn't have a chance to catch their breath. "Carolina!" Neil yelped, looking in horror. She had been there one moment and now she was gone, as if she hadn't existed, a flash of light the only thing he could remember. He forced the events to replay over and over again in his head. His best friend was gone. She was trapped inside of the game from what he remembered in the movie. Anger bubbled up inside of him, threatening to spill over. He had been powerless to protect Carolina. They were stuck at the mercy of Loki. They were playing this game, just waiting for it to kill them.
"We need to get her back!" Neil exclaimed. He had never raised his voice this much before. A plan formed in his head. If he used his telekinesis, maybe he could force a roll of 5 or 8 once he took his turn. He didn't trust Banner to role for their duo anyways. He'd probably scream at the dice and eat them or something.
Guin Stark
Location: the Danger Room Skills: Telepathy (Mental Link)
So? He went to Asgard! Without me! Have you ever heard of something so rude? Guin quipped to Pietro via the mental link. She was stunned that Carolina and Elizabeth had vanished in a flash of light, but based on the events so far, they must have just been trapped inside of the game like Robin Williams' character. And of course, even being shocked wasn't enough to keep her from running her (mental) mouth. It sounds like he was actually doing something kind of important if he was helping Thor out.
"Fine, you get a pass since I was on my honeymoon," Guin told Lance with a bit of a smirk. "But next time you get a trip to Asgard, I want in." She figured whatever Lance was doing to help Thor, she could help out with too. Superhero teams always benefited from having at least one telepath around after all. Of course, as soon as she thought that, she realized that the Avengers tended to not have telepaths on hand. There was an opening there to explore. Eh, let's go! Get it over with!Alright if you say so Guina
Guin scooped up the dice and she rolled a twelve. She peered over at the center of the game with fascination, as the latest riddle swirled into being:
They like to laugh But they're not your friends If you take them lightly It will be your end
There will be a shadow of movement off to the right, and the sound of some strange laughter nearby. Emerging from the shadows there is an entire pack of hyenas, there had to be at least two dozen of them, perhaps even more. They instantly start charging right at the group. One targets Guin, but luckily Pietro was somewhat fast enough to pull her out of the way, unfortunately he wasn't quick enough to stop a slash from the creature's claws slashing his arm in the process and it started bleeding.
Rebecca was slightly disappointed to hear that Jason was unaware of his star sign. "They're rather revelatory. Of course, star signs are hardly an exact science, but they are excellent for exploring one's strength and weaknesses... I often think of them as advice from a friend on where my talents are and what I could strive to approve upon." She thought of tarot readings rather similarly. The gift of foretelling the future was rather rare and as far as Rebecca knew, it was restricted to the Oracles of Apollo. She was about to think about the interpretation of Alannah as a Leo when there was a crash and a magnificent beast landed on the ship. It was wounded, a spear in its side. "Excuse me, I believe there's someone in need of our assistance," Rebecca apologized. Andy and Arthur hadn't seemed to notice the beast.
She hurried on out and emerged onto the deck proper. Once outside, she began to move a lot more slowly and carefully. Yes, griffins were monsters but the poor thing had been wounded and crashed onto their ship. "Do not be afraid - no harm will come to you," Rebecca promised softly, moving forward. She held out the back of her hand, the way she would for a dog to sniff. The griffin sniffed her hand and it didn't seem to be hostile. "You're wounded. May I help you? I can treat and dress your injury, nurse you to health... My name is Rebecca."
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Argo III - Galley Skills: N/A
"It doesn't make a lick of sense to call them French fries though, they're not even from France - which is a bloody waste of a country, if you ask me," Leda argued. She was very much proud of her country and a large element of national British pride was hating the French. She would rather see the London Eye than the Eiffel Tower any day. She liked to imagine that the Greek gods had spent a longer time in England than they did in France as well to add legitimacy to the nationalistic rivalry. She snorted a bit as Kiera turned the conversation back to the Cow!Mary. "Maybe we'll have to see about a recreation in order to snap a photo."
The ship shook slightly and Leda had to force herself to breathe out steadily. She wasn't a huge fan of turbulence. She had flown to the United States after a satyr had found her and she hadn't been a fan of the plane shacking at seemingly random intervals. She had to wonder if Zeus did it on purpose to terrify those who chose to travel in his domain. It seemed like a Zeus thing to do - that and seducing a flight attendant. "We could play Truth or Dare," Leda suggested.
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: New Rome - Senate Building Skills: N/A
Nancy took her seat next to Madalyne. Sometimes, it caught her off guard how drastically her life had changed. It still felt incredibly recent, running away from home on the Vegas Strip and stumbling into the Lotus Hotel. Her time there had passed in the blink of an eye, with only the deep and enduring trauma proving that she had been there at all. Some scars never healed, never faded. She had been a victim of sexual assault - but also a survivor. And each day, Nancy grew a little bit more powerful. She'd never allow herself to be the victim of men again.
Madalyne was always more diplomatic with the Senate than Nancy would have been. She stood up as well, being a bit more blunt about things. "Every piece of information we get is lives saved. If we don't talk to Atlas, then we can't prepare as effectively, and there will be more death. More innocents. If you don't want to see New Rome painted red, then it's what we have to do. Mads and I have the best team we can put together. Any other team and we might as well not try at all."
The Triskelion - Washington D.C.: May 17th, 2021 - 2:10 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!
Agent 13's Apartment...
Agent 13 nodded at Matt's question. She grabbed her elbow, clearly indecisive about something. She was an undercover operative assigned to monitor Captain America - she shouldn't have been sloppy about telegraphing her feelings. It must have been an intentional choice. The easiest explanation would have been that she didn't consider them a threat. "He operates like the world didn't change a day since he went into the ice in 1945," she said. "Just run facial recognition software, hack into some security cameras, I'm sure you'll get a hit."
She then frowned a bit, looking at Flynn. "What crawled up your ass and died?" Agent 13 shifted her weight, crossing her arms. "It's fine. It wouldn't be S.H.I.E.L.D. if the timing was perfect," she told Asokho.
Bonnie Chase
Location: Steve Rogers' Apartment Skills: Blessing of Athena, Perception,
"Oh, no. I was a good Catholic girl, did ROTC and all that," Bonnie said with a bit of a chuckle. "I guess... I've been noticing that everything has been a bit sharper lately, a little clearer. Picking a lock isn't that different from surgery I thought so... I just tried it."
Bonnie smiled slightly at Niah's observation. The little moments of humor were helping with the tense atmosphere, as was the distance from Flynn, both emotionally and physically. She was trying her best to keep focused on the mission, but a little dialogue kept on running in the back of her head. If he apologized for shouting at her, then that would be one thing. But if he didn't... well, she deserved better than that and she didn't need a boyfriend to feel whole. "Must be a World War II thing, avoiding doors at all costs," Bonnie suggested.
A lot of things were sticking out to her in the apartment. The bedroom was extremely tidy and well kept, the sheets done to military regulation. There was a radio by the bed where some of the labels had been rubbed off, indicating that Rogers was a sucker for using it. Pictures on the walls were mostly black and white, looking like they had been pulled from archives. One of them was of the famous Peggy Carter, founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. The only photographs in color featured the Avengers - a particularly cute one showed Captain America on a farm with Hawkeye and his kids.
"I'm fine," Bonnie said to Cass softly, but her smile faded on the last word and her voice cracked slightly. "I just... I guess he wasn't who I thought he was." She fell silent for a moment, blinking her eyes rapidly before refocusing on the task at hand. "Do you have any idea why he went to Queens?" Bonnie asked Niah. She opened up the closet door and saw that there had been something recently removed as Niah indicated.
Something else in the closet caught her attention though - up on the top shelf was a box of tampons. She blushed slightly, not wanting to intrude on Captain America's personal life. Bonnie left those alone, turning around as Oliver gave them what he had managed to find. It wasn't surprising to hear that Steve Rogers had almost no internet security beyond his inability to charge electronics.
"Is your flying sister named Katara?" Amelia joked. She had watched a lot of Avatar the Last Airbender once she got her powers in order to get ideas. There weren't really a lot of resources on how to manipulate the air and most of the ones out there were just rather limited in scope. Honestly, more people with powers should have just gotten into comics and shows in order to find ways to fight better. S.H.I.E.L.D. trainers were painfully unoriginal, thinking that just air blasts were sufficient. "And crikey, that's so cool! Is there a limit to how many powers you can get at once? Like you could absorb every Avenger's stuff and just take 'em all on?"
Her eyes widened as Sparky dropped like a rag doll. Before she could really react or anything else though, Sparky was awake again and moving - it must have just been a momentary lapse of consciousness. "You're such a badass cunt. I love it! Fainting, and now you're up and thinking of ways to help me fly? You're so lit!" Amelia gushed. "I think the three of us are really bonding. We're best friends for life now. I better get an invite to your wedding," she finished, nodding at Sparky. She had seen the engagement ring on Sparky's left hand.
She followed Sparky along, ending up in the mechanical engineering lab. Out of pure instinct, Amelia prodded a balance slightly, watching the numbers shift slightly. She wandered around the room, just touching things, picking them up, finding something else more interesting, messing with that, and so on. She ended up dropping a fragile piece of glass and it shattered, but Amelia didn't care. She was completely in awe with the gorgeous glider Sparky had made. "I love it!!!" she shouted, moving on over and wrapping Sparky up into a hug. She spun the engineer around in a circle a few times.
The ground was shaking and Neil gulped slightly. The riddle was far too ominous, basically telling them that they had to find somewhere else to move to. The only other place in the mansion he could think of as well fortified as the Danger Room would have been the hangar that housed the Blackbird - or technically the Blackbird itself. His gut told him though that strategically picking locations was going to just force the game to make them move again and again, until they would have exhausted all their options. And more horrifyingly, the bugs could be anywhere by now - maybe they were even moving through the catacombs of the school, hunting them down - could they smell fear? "I uh, just a bit of motion sickness..." he answered Carolina meekly. He was already feeling better though, as standing still was helping.
Annie was being a bit too cheerful about a stampede of rhinos coming to run them all over. He had nearly gotten hit by cars during trips to New York City and that was as close to being trampled that he ever wanted to be. He really liked not being a pancake. His face twisted into a frown as he heard Banner mention something about Asgard, only to then distinctly hear Lance brag about meeting the God of Light. Everything was handed to Banner on a silver platter and he still felt the need to act like a traumatized victim and abuse everyone around him with his anger. He hoped the God of Light beat Banner up. It would have been a nice favor for society at large.
He barely had time to be annoyed with Guin making things all about her again when the stampede came to fruition. A giant elephant slammed into him, throwing him thirty feet backwards with ease. The Danger Room didn't really seem to care about helping him out, as Neil slammed into the ground, acquiring tons of scrapes and bruises, as well as a nasty gash on the back of his head. There was a silver lining to all of this - he finally was distracted from thinking about his break up with Sara. "Th-thanks," he said to Carolina as she got him to relative safety. Neil looked on at Iris' puny wall of fire with dazed confusion. He blinked and the animals were gone. His head injury must have been pretty bad. Like magic, his wounds healed themselves and closed up, as if it hadn't happened.
"...Thanks," he then said softly, looking over at Edus. No one else on the team could heal.
Guin Stark
Location: the Danger Room Skills: Telepathy (Mind Switch)
They really couldn't have nice things. People also didn't really seem to believe in taking a break between dice rolls, as Edus Penis (she really had to wonder how any mother would name her kid something like that) rolled the dice and brought on the latest set of horrors. There were still a bunch of bugs hunting them down and trying to kill them, but apparently it was more fun to just have everything happen at once. If that was the strategy they were using, then they might as well speed roll. She hated games that were basically just glorified dice mechanics. Random numbers as a basis for luck and success were irritating.
"One sec," Guin said, before switching back and finding herself in her own body. "My idea is - and it's right, since I'm basically always right - is that if I switch with something, whatever was wrong with their powers for them will go for me as well. Probably a nice little feature from the God of Drag." Her eyes shot up in excitement as Lance mentioned that he went to Asgard. "You went to freaking Asgard without me? Your best friend?!" Guin complained. "That is so not cool!"
But before she could press him for more details, the stampede arrived, whacking a good portion of their team around. Pietro snatched her up despite her Iron Star Armor and rushed her out of the way of the animals without giving her a second to protest. Iris made a small wall of flames, reminding her of the Fire Lord's Throne Room in Avatar. Bethany was the real MVP though, using her shadows to vanish all of the animals. "Okay, Bethany, you are definitely going to get drafted by the Avengers if you keep that up!" Guin gushed. "That was the most amazing display of powers I've ever seen - and I saw Thor drink 200 things of beer in a row once."
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