Location: Amphitheater - Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A
Nancy applauded as Niah skillfully landed their flying raft. She once had heard that any landing you could walk away from was a good landing, but this one was masterful in her opinion. Not very many demigods could have boasted such a feat, controlling armor and using it to fly from Fargo to Mount Rushmore without incident. "That was so very!" Nancy praised. "If New Rome ever gets an air force, I definitely think you ought to be the one in charge of it. I wonder if you could fly to space with this thing... That'd be so rad. Can you imagine being the first girl on the moon?" Though, she had to imagine the title of first goddess had to have gone to Diana.
She got out of the raft and did a quick stretch, having been sitting in the raft for a little while and she was feeling slightly stiff from it. The café Madalyne had pointed out wasn't too far away and tons of the food had been abandoned. Nancy was a little bit surprised more tourists fleeing the scene hadn't tried to bring their food along with them, but she wasn't complaining. She picked up an abandoned basket of food and popped a piece into her mouth, before holding it out to Niah and Madalyne. "It's free. Want some?"
Raynor had joined them all on the catwalk shortly before Cal, as he had entered the pipe before her. He was so relieved to see that Zarina was alright, but he kept his face guarded. It was instinct to do so. The more people knew about him, the harder things could be. He couldn't trust them. With the limited information he knew about himself and his old life, creating distance between himself and other people had been key for his survival. His knuckles ached from pains long forgotten and as he glanced down at them, he expected to see them stained with crimson blood. They just looked like ordinary hands, hands that he now knew a large portion of history for. He quickly followed after Zarina and Sophia, almost too buff to make his way down the ladder in the pipe. He was partially still on the ladder at the end since the space was cramped. "We are a group, group of three," Raynor pointed out to Sophia.
Back at the main processing place, Vinnie was looking at Y2K skeptically. She didn't want to fill in Cal on everything, since she didn't trust her at all, but a small part of her did feel bad. No one seemed to be answering Cal's questions. "Cal, this is Y2K. Y2K, this is Cal," she said, waving her hand to facilitate the introduction. Y2K then dropped a few bombs of information. The Them were called the Vendri. And apparently, the way They worked was scooping out people's brains and putting them in robot suits. "That sounds like a lot of fucking work and kinda stupid. Yes, I get that most societies need a slave caste, but if they're able to integrate people's minds with tech... why not just build a robot? What skills are they lacking? It's not like this is Ancient Rome and they need slave labor, robots can do anything people can, hell robots can probably outpace humans all the time. And why are they seeing if we're useful by putting us on a weirdo ship like that? If they can scoop our brains out, can't they get Siri or whatever to give them a summary of our skills?"
Vinnie didn't know if she believed Y2K. The being seemed to be hovering perfectly on the line between sincerity and insincerity. Maybe they were telling the truth or maybe they were being really creative in wanting to be killed. But at any rate, Vinnie wasn't going to let them yeet themselves off of the catwalk. They were a source of information. "Also again, not going to kill you. I don't care if you're Jenny the Teenage Robot, you know stuff about Them and we're sure as hell not going to throw the device down with you, so suck it up. You're our prisoner now. So what do They want? What's Vendri's endgame? Is it anal probing?"
Location: Argo III - Upper Deck Skills: Basic Medicine
"You should be quite alright now," she reassured the gryphon, as she gently applied the salve to his wound. Once the salve was applied, she gently reapplied the bandages, making sure that they were snug yet not uncomfortable. She smiled at the beast, glad to see that it should be alright. She hoped that its pain would end soon, although she knew that not even the strongest of magics could completely do away with suffering. "I bless thee in the name of the Triple Goddess and in the name Aricia," she whispered to the Gryphon. She used her birth name for magical rites and duties. She didn't think of how hearing the blessing be done in her mother's name might impact Arthur and Andy until it was too late. She hoped that them being young and having short attention spans would cause them to not remember that the Triple Goddess was one of Hecate's titles.
"Andy, the Gryphon seems rather fond of you. Would you like to attempt to guide the creature into the cargo hold?" Rebecca asked. She didn't like their chances of convincing a winged monster that it would be safer under the deck in confinement. But if the Gryphon liked Andy, perhaps it would listen to her and go with her. At any rate, Alannah was right - the top deck most likely was not safe for the being. Whatever had wounded it likely had some means of navigating the sky and would be able to plainly spot it. "Of course, I could attempt to manipulate the Mist as to shroud it in invisibility to unwanted eyes."
She avoided answering Arthur's question for a moment. "All things are in balance. As we live, so we die. You'll see many sunsets, but also sunrises."
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Argo III - Galley Skills: N/A
Leda laughed. "Pfft, Dana's too slow to take revenge on me. And what's she going to do? Turn me into a senior citizen? I'll just break the record then for oldest demigod in Camp by a few decades, so jokes on her, I'll go down a legend," Leda boasted. Unlike their Roman counterparts, most Greek demigods didn't survive into adulthood. Reaching an old age was practically unheard of. She then glanced around the small group, trying to think on who to have to go next, before her mouth curled into a wicked smile. "Sky Boy, truth or dare?" she prompted Demetri.
She already knew loads about Mary and Kiera had been the one to issue her the dare, so she figured Demetri would be the fairest and most interesting choice to go next. She didn't really want to sit around talking about Kristin and Zeke, the two most annoying demigods in existence. She wondered if Janelle would wish she were blind and deaf before the mission was over, just so she wouldn't have to hear them jabbering on.
Leda really hoped that Demetri picked dare. She would have loved to see him have to turn into Hannah Montana and sing a song.
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: New Rome - Outside Nancy's Villa -> Cohort Barracks Skills: N/A
Once back outside of her villa and reunited with Madalyne, their earlier conversation continued as if they hadn't had a brief break. Nancy was hopeful that Terminus wouldn't be cross at her for carrying a sword at the moment, as technically that was illegal within New Rome, but she kept the sword in storage at her home - a conundrum to say the least. "I've actually been thinking about that some... It might be stupid, but I was debating leaving the Legion and seeing if my aunt would take me," Nancy explained, her cheeks red. She didn't really care about the fact that she would have to swear off romantic relationships, she never really found anyone she clicked with. And the normal world was too strange for her after all the time she spent in the Lotus Hotel. Fighting monsters was the only thing that made sense. As they walked out of New Rome, Nancy fetched her remaining weapons from Terminus, glad that he didn't say anything about their swords.
She squinted slightly from the glaring sunlight, before the rest of their companions came into focus outside of the barracks. Waverley, Niah, Emily, and Marco were already all gathered. She was a bit disappointed to see that Marco didn't seem to have a giant keg of coffee on him, but that had been an unrealistic hope anyways. She tilted her head slightly as Marco said they'd need to talk to her about getting a van or something. "Yeah, we could get one - problem is, I don't know how to drive. And unless I have some magical driving genes from Pops going around in the Sun Chariot, I'm a dead end. Niah and Mads can't drive either. And I'm assuming you three can't as well? Is anyone really good at racing games?" It would be nice to take a van - they wouldn't need to worry about bus schedules or anything.
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
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The Hallway Outside Captain America's Apartment...
The Younger Son hissed in pain, the acid burning his skin. He was lucky that Asokho hadn't gone for a basic solution, as his skin would have been coming off in clumps. He glanced at the Uncle briefly. The Uncle in turn looked at Flynn and nodded at him. The Uncle started to make a gigantic tornado, about to undoubtedly unleash some sort of diabolical plan, when Agent 13 somehow came out of nowhere and kicked him in the head so hard he fell unconscious.
"Sorry. I don't have time for villain bullshit," Agent 13 said unapologetically.
The Younger Son looked around the room, before he bolted for the stairs, running on up them as fast as he could - he was headed for the quinjet.
The Hallway Below Captain America's Apartment...
The Daughter made a strange gurgling noise - she was laughing. Oliver's hand on the back of her neck was stopping most of the blood flow, but not all of it. She wasn't going to survive this and she knew it, she accepted it. She could have told him the truth as to how she knew about his mother - that she had psionic intuition - but that wasn't worth using her last moments on. No, if she was going to die, she wanted to leave a lasting impression.
Her skin rippled, but the wound remained as her form shifted. The Daughter didn't have a striking resemblance to Selena Gomez anymore. Instead, she was the spitting image of Oliver. "You - will - fall," she choked on out. Her heart struggled out a few more beats. She drew her last breath and then grew still.
Levittown, Pennsylvania...
Astrad's radio crackled slightly with static as his supervisor, Agent Sitwell, replied. "It's not one of ours. If you get a clean shot, take it down. A secondary team of agents is en route to your location." According to his radar, the three UFO's had just touched down about a block away. It must have been a group of stealth craft, right? He wouldn't have heard any loud engines or anything that an ordinary plane would have had.
Bonnie Chase
Location: Ground Floor of the Apartment Complex Skills: Blessing of Athena
Bonnie blinked, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. In one moment, she had been falling - and in the next, she was cushioned by Cass' body, safe and sound on the ground floor. She didn't even seem to have any serious injuries, as she experimentally wiggled her fingers and toes. Her head felt fine as well. It was another thing to put under the file of odd occurrences, things that happened to her that she just couldn't explain. Even if Cass broke her fall, she should have sustained some injuries - she was just a normal human.
Her mind flickered briefly back to the vision she had had when facing the Black Order outside the prison. She really needed to look into that more. Maybe she could send an email to Doctor Strange and get his opinion on it. It was definitely outside of her area of expertise and it was becoming more and more difficult to deny that it had happened. "Shockingly, I'm fine," she answered Cass. "Thanks - that was stupid and reckless of you, but thanks."
"We've got to get back on up there. The imposter is our best chance at finding Flynn," Bonnie added earnestly, as she got up off of Cass and offered her a hand to help her to her feet.
Amelia Baptiste
Location: Levittown, PA - 2:54 PM Skills: Aerokinesis, Perception, Intuition
Amelia frowned, seeing the little smirk on Maria's face. Agent Smith was rubbing her entirely the wrong way. She was willfully malicious and didn't seem to understand danger - Amelia winced slightly, realizing that she didn't sound like herself. She loved risk, her dream date would be holding hands and jumping out of an airplane over a volcano. But risk was only fun is everyone involved enjoyed it. "You're being a complete dick. You might want to rethink that or I'll slug ya in the face," Amelia told Maria.
She then went into a dive, flying after Sparky. Sparky seemed to have intentionally gone down this time though, which was a relief as Amelia wouldn't have been able to catch her in time to prevent her being smeared into the pavement. She winced sympathetically, noticing the vomit on the ground. "You alright, mate? You want me to go and beat up that ass? I'll do it, I can probably put her inside of a tornado or something if I try hard enough." Amelia glanced around, noticing that they were in the middle of what looked like a massive suburb. A few people were gawking from the windows, pointing at the two superheroes.
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
Mutant Underground - Garage...
Colossus nodded, sniffling as Echo offered him his condolences. His wailing started up again like a banshee, and by the time they got back to the Underground, if Echo hadn't had a migraine before he definitely would now. "Poor Illyana... She must have been so afraid..." he moaned. He had failed as a big brother.
Veil looked at Kristina with surprise for a moment, before she nodded. After everything that had happened, she had assumed the newcomers would want to get as far away from Washington D.C. as they could. Their current operation wasn't the Mutant Underground it used to be - they never went on the offensive before, like they had with Sinister and Shaw. "Of course, you're welcome to stay here as long as you need. Our main mission is to get mutants to safety, which means we end up risking our lives a lot. I'm not going to ask you to do anything I wouldn't do myself however." There wasn't anything Veil wouldn't do for her people though. She would give her life so they could be free.
She bit her lip slightly, seeing Kristina walk over to Sunshine. Had Sapphire been the one crying with a body in her arms, Veil would have pulled Kristina away out of fear for her life. But in this instance, her heart was aching as she saw Magik all crumpled like a rag doll. Colossus had spent so much time trying to find her, only for her to be taken from him just months later. Everyone seemed to have left Sunshine allow with the body, a choice Veil made a mental note to investigate more later.
Sunshine lifted her head slowly, seeing a stranger offering her food and an energy drink. Her gut reaction was to take the food and kick the stranger in the shins, but she just didn't have the energy for it. All she could think about was Magik as she took the food and drink numbly. "Is it poisoned?" she asked, before cracking open the can and chugging the Energy Drink. Some stray little drops hit Magik's sword arm. "You forgot to add the poison to this one."
Maybe she would have better luck with the food. Her emotions were oscillating so fast it was hard to keep up with. In some moments, she wanted to go out there and bash in the skull of every human on the planet. In others, she wanted to curl up and die, and hope that she and Magik would end up in the same afterlife. Even the afterlives for punishment and torture couldn't be worse than this. The world was hell for mutants. But maybe it would be a good use of her time to make it hell for humans - then it would be equal.
Veil noticed that one of the newcomers had gone off to a corner, sitting by herself. Kristina seemed to be engaging more or less decently with Sunshine, so Veil went on over to check on the other kid. "Hey, kid. Are you okay? I can find you a fresh change of clothes and some blankets - or see about calling someone, if you have any friends or family nearby."
Negasonic smirked slightly, seeing the room that the new girl had gone into. She hadn't been told yet about what had happened to Moonwalker, just knowing that Magik had perished. "James, Barbie is waiting for you in your bed. She's replacing Casper," Negasonic announced, poking her head into medical from the hallway. Her hands twitched slightly as Glimpse still had her phone. She tapped her foot impatiently, wanting her phone back even though Glimpse was making a call on her behalf.
"Sweetheart? I need you to sit down for me, okay? And have someone bring you some water, I'd come over but--" In the background of the call, Glimpse would be able to hear what sounded suspiciously like the roar of a dragon. "You still here? I'm getting you a cure, princess. It just might take--" Another roar. "Some time."
"Yikes, the ice queen is acting like an ice queen. What a shocking turn of events that no one could have predicted," Ben said with a bit of a wince. However, he was also looking pretty eagerly at Sapphire. Her outbursts were the closest things to a good soap opera that he had, as Casper tended to avoid them unless they were in Spanish - and Ben did not speak Spanish. Neither did Casper, but that also didn't stop Casper from insisting on not having the subtitles on.
"Ben, do something! She's going to hurt James! He has soft, delicate skin!" Casper complained. He stood in front of James, waving his arms helplessly, like he was trying to ward off a bull. Unfortunately, no one could see him. No one else at the Mutant Underground could communicate with spirits and Casper had no idea on how to get back into his body. He had tried poking it, lying down on top of it, he even screamed open sesame and nothing happened.
"I can't do anything, Casper! You're going to have to figure this out for yourself. You did this, so you have to have the power to undo it," Ben pointed out.
"You're the one with the powers and the mojo and the tentacles! And goddamnit, Max just touched me. I'm going to have to use more of my herbal body scrub and I'm running low on it... Do you think it's possible to get M-Pox twice? Does the M stand for Max or is it a just a coincidence? I know it's for mutants supposedly but that doesn't make sense, it's not like the flu is the H-flu," Casper waved his hands in exasperation at Max, his ghostly fingers passing through the model-like mutant a few times.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Casper, can't you stay focused on one thing for even ten seconds!" Ben snapped. He was looking at Feedback with clear concern and worry. Had he been physical, he would have pulled her into a hug right then and there and then used his powers to throw around everyone who had upset her. She was too innocent for this world.
Leda stretched her arms out. "Thanks, Doc," she told James. "Y'know, you kinda look like Kid Flash." Her rather jovial tone didn't quite match the mood in the room, with all of the tension and drama. Perhaps it was a British thing, not following social cues.
"I'm going to need blood samples from all of you," Watts instructed, also ignoring the drama. "I'll bring them with me back to Serval and begin working on a cure. It shouldn't take me more than a few days," he boasted. He had an ego bigger than the Juggernaut.
Location: Hotel Valhalla - Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A
Runa stared at Klara as she reassured her that everything would be fine. Had she not been a naturally quiet person, she might have been tempted to complain to her and explain that everything would not be fine - that she was about to be exposed for the information she had gained and everyone would hate her for meeting with Loki behind their backs. She hadn't been in this place for longer than a day and already, she was about to become a social pariah. Maybe she could just hide in her room until Ragnarok. If she drank enough wine, would it dull the guilt eating away at her for not saving the world? She didn't ask to be given this information. She didn't ask to be sent to Valhalla. She didn't ask for her father to be a god. All she wanted was to be alone.
She didn't feel hungry at all, even with her favorite food placed in front of her. She pushed her plate gently forward, not saying a word to Nadia or Klara. There seemed to be little point in it anyways. What could she say to them? Would they believe her? Wouldn't they just hate her for her not saying anything about everything that had happened to her that day? Despite just meeting them, Runa really wanted them to like her - and it was just heartbreaking for her to know it could never be. Other people who died were having their death's be replayed and as Runa's went up, she froze, certain that doom was about to arrive for her.
Location: the Danger Room Skills: Telepathy (Mental Link), Electronics and Computers, Engineering Design, Deduction, Perception
Guin had to bite down on the inside of her cheek, hearing Iris spout some rather lewd comments off at Mary. If she hadn't been sure before, she was positive now - Iris had no idea that the leader of the X-Men had the mental stability of Azula. "Pietro, babe, how's she know our safe word?" Guin quipped, hoping to keep the atmosphere light and not murder-y. She really didn't want to have to go and intervene between Mary and Iris, especially not when the spider convention was in town. Guin tensed up as Iris then went to try and comfort Lance. Between Mary's mental illness and Lance's baby Hulk powers, Iris was basically begging to be turned into a pancake.
"Noooooo idea Guina," Pietro responded with a bit of a laugh.
If it hadn't been for something going on with Pietro's powers, Guin would have asked if he could phase his way on through the spider-men to get the dice. She then mentally kicked herself. She was the one with actual armor on. And unless she had made some huge mistake, none of the openings in the suit were large enough for those beasts to get on in. She was the best equipped person on the team to go retrieve things. Before she could relish in feeling useful for once, though, one of the newbies of the team, Edus Penis as Guin called him, did a sweet magic trick and got the dice. "Birds, scorpions, lizards, people, the Green Goblin... Any of those'll do. But to be honest, I think the natural enemy of spiders is a wad of toilet paper or a shoe.... Or apparently baby Hulk's!"
That gave her an idea though. They were in the Danger Room, home of horrifying death traps usually overseen by Wolverine. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., get me in," she instructed her A.I.
"Something's blocking me out, boss," F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice chirped in Guin's ear.
Guin frowned. She thought quickly, before devising a strategy. "Alright, try again, this time I want you to try this," she said, before launching into a technical explanation. F.R.I.D.A.Y. implemented Guin's commands, only to be hit with a dead end once again. The system was designed to be impervious to hacking and knowing their luck, the Danger Room's A.I. was also blocking them out.
"You should change tactics," F.R.I.D.A.Y. advised.
"No one asked you," Guin muttered. She did listen though to her A.I., activating her lasers and blasting as many spiders as she could. She killed twenty of them with ease. "I'd like to change my answer - lasers are the natural enemy of spiders."
Neil Spellman
Location: the Danger Room Skills: Telekinetic Combat
Neil's heart was pounding furiously, as his worst nightmare was in front of him - a 300+ pound green rage monster. He didn't want to be anywhere near Lance, he wanted to not even have to share a planet with him, all because of his fear. The Hulk was an Avenger the same way that a mindless bear could be a part of an elite military group. It was all fun and games until someone lost their head. Even Chewbacca in Star Wars at least was sentient and aware of his actions - the Hulk was just pure rage. Neil shifted away from Lance intentionally, trying to put more distance between him and his forced partner.
The spiders were a never ending tide. Bethany got a few people on out of there and his heart clenched with anger again, knowing that Carolina was still trapped inside of the game and they weren't any bit closer to getting her out of there. Elizabeth was in there as well, probably scared half to death. He had to imagine that the Jungle in Loki's game was a death sentence. The fear and anger was twisting around inside of him like snakes and it fueled his powers, as Neil made a ripping motion with his hands, executing spider after spider until he had killed fifteen in all. Runa was seated cross legged by a small fire, the skin of some slain animal out in front of her. She had a small pouch to her side and she reached in, concentrating for a moment before plucking out three runes, placing them down on the skin from left to right. "þurisaz, raidō, wunjō," she whispered. They symbolized the past, the present, and the future. She smiled ever so slightly to herself, seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. And as if cued, she heard her cousin returning. "Klara, great tidings, the Norns have blessed us. Come, look and see," she urged her, gesturing at the runes.
Megan smirked gleefully, seeing that she had hit a nerve with her brother. Unlike siblings in the media, Megan and Jack actually acted like they were brother and sister. "You sound like Edward Cullen now too. And is that a sparkle I see on your chin?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. "But of course, I don't need to tell you these things, as you can clearly read my mind and know what I'm thinking." She wondered briefly whether mind reading was actually within the realm of possibility. It certainly seemed a lot easier than dimensional travel, which she was pretty certain was an apt descriptor for what they had just done. "And for the record, I'm the nicest person I know."
She smirked a bit more, hoping her brother would catch on and get the subtle implication that she held herself as being a nicer person than him. Of course, most of the other people Megan knew were corpses, so Jack was most likely the second nicest person she knew. Isabella ranked below the late Mrs. Jameson - the woman had been horrid in life and in death, her corpse had unleashed one of the foulest smelling odors Megan had ever smelled.
She turned back towards the sound of the noise, frowning slightly. It was either a stampede or a flash mob, although she doubted both options. Merlin seemed a bit frightened and she dragged Jack down into the bushes as well. "Keep your head down, your neck is like a giraffe," she whispered to him.
Vinnie scrunched up her face, mad that Y2K seemed to be telling the truth. It would have been so much easier to be filled with self righteous anger and rage against them, but apparently they were just another pawn in whatever game They were playing. Hating them wouldn't accomplish anything - in fact, they were just as much a victim as the rest of them were. She let out an annoyed huff, before getting up and offering a hand to Y2K. She wasn't going to throw them over the edge and kill them. "Ugh, we aren't going to kill you! If you had been evil and complicit, sure, but you're just... I think human is the wrong word but that's the point I'm trying to make."
"But since you're our prisoner, I'm ordering you to fix the language on Greenie's new magic tablet to be in English or whatever the fuck name you gave to our language, since I somehow doubt that you call what we're talking English when the French don't even do that. Also, how can you understand us? Do you have a translator or something on you? Because that might also come in handy. And you're going to spill all the beans about what you know about Them before you try to go Humpty Dumpty on us."
Raynor wasn't about to let himself be left behind. Everyone was going on in and he sucked in his belly - well, abs more of - and tried to imagine that he was as small as a mouse. He almost got stuck at several points but he somehow managed to scrape himself on inside, every bit of his body aching from the contortion as he made it to the ladder.
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