Vinnie did her best to absorb the information that Y2K gave her. She tried to come up with some sort of funny device for recalling where the main exit was behind the tank - Thomas the Tank Engine departs from Water World in one hour maybe? It was the best thing that she could come up with, but she still figured she would have a better chance of remembering that than just straight up memorizing what Y2K had said. What happened next was purely driven by instinct and reflex honed from slamming into people at the rink. Noah had charged and slammed into Y2K, sending both of them toppling over. Tessa failed to grab them.
Vinnie rushed forward, her hand latching onto the right arm... of Y2K. Noah had plummeted to his death. Her breath caught in her throat as some sort of sob as Vinnie desperately tried to pull Y2K on up, ashamed that she had basically forced Noah's death to be meaningless, but she wasn't going to let Y2K go. Y2K was their best chance at getting the upper hand in this situation. "I need some help," she pleaded, struggling as she tried to pull Y2K on up over the railing, but her grip was starting to slip. Raynor's throat went dry as the name Lana Sparks came back to haunt him. He had lost his best friend years ago, setting off on a fruitless quest to the United States in order to try and find her again. He had lost hope that he would find her ages ago, never daring to dream that he would find her again on some sort of alien ship or colony. He forgot how to speak for a moment, before his senses flooded back to him. The sounds of a fight were echoing down into the grate and Raynor's body reacted before his mind had even processed everything, as he kicked the grate open. "Lana? It's me.... Raynor..." he said uncertainly, crawling out of the grate and rising to his full height.
Guin looked at Bethany with sympathy. She seemed to be really overdoing things and they were only really just getting started with this game. No one had even gotten a chance to take their second turn. "Everyone, remember to pace yourselves okay? It's a marathon, not a sprint," she said. She didn't want to single out Bethany, largely as she felt it would have been awkward to criticize Bethany for being helpful. But really, they couldn't afford to be wiped out from exhaustion before the second round of turns had even begun. That was likely Loki's plan - to wear them down so they could be killed more easily. Mira's voice seemed to be shot as well, which was definitely problematic as she was one of their heavy hitters.
She raised an eyebrow, although no one would be able to tell with her helmet on. "Jungle Mouth Herpes?" Guin asked incredulously, chuckling a little bit. "I think it's way more likely that the challenge coming from this one is heat stroke. Or Cabin Fever. Is anyone here particularly challenged with the idea of quarantining? It could be M-Pox 2 - Electric Boogalo."
"Wooooow Guina," Pietro chuckled in response.
Her eyes widened a bit as mist started to pour out of the board game. Her connections had told her that the Terrigen Mist had been responsible for causing M-Pox in the first place. "Shit, maybe Loki really is bringing M-Pox out to play." A swordswoman then appeared out of nowhere, attacking Iris and then Mira. Guin frowned a bit, taking a moment to place her before she remembered. "She's Thor's kid, I think." Bethany had partially restrained the warrior as Guin sent off a round of repulsor blasts, aiming to subdue her. They didn't seem to really do much, so Guin switched tactics, reaching out with her telepathy and finally fulfilling her role as the team's psychic.
She hardly stunned her, but Guin did manage to get a quick and thorough read of her mind. "Her name is Klara, she's been under Loki's spell for a long time. Carolina and Elizabeth are inside the board game with her cousin Runa," Guin quickly relayed. "Magic Trick, how about you do the thing and break the spell, huh?" If Edus couldn't do that, what was the point in having him around again?
Neil Spellman
Location: the Danger Room -> Blackbird Hangar Skills: Telekinetic Combat
Neil nodded gratefully at Annie, appreciating the comfort she was trying to give him. He was too tired to express those thoughts and has his natural inclination was towards silence, he figured that she would understand what he was trying to say without it being voiced. She had super intuition, after all. He wanted nothing more than to take a short rest and recharge, to get to a point where his muscles weren't screaming whenever he tried to reach out and mentally prod at something, but there was no rest for the wicked. Iris' roll unleashed most likely the most horrifying thing yet - a woman with black eyes and a menacing sword.
He was too tired to think properly, defaulting on treating her like the Silver Surfer. He reached out psychically, trying to pull her sword away as others worked to restrain her, but instead he yelped in pain. He couldn't get a grip on it. His powers were shot and he was weak and tired. Stark's babbling about the girl being under some sort of magic curse only added insult to injury. Unlike the rest of his family, Neil didn't have magical talent. His cousin probably would have known exactly what to do. Neil couldn't even do a proper cord cutting ritual, meaning that this all fell to Edus. Runa frowned slightly, her eyes looking slightly above everyone as she did the mental math. The Midgardian calendar was not too different from the one used on Asgard. It had been towards the end of Ýlir and the beginning of Mörsugur when reality had shifted and her identity had been changed from a daughter of Asgard to a human of Australia. "It's Sólmánuður then," she murmured to her cousin. They were just two months away from her birthday, which fell in the middle of Tvímánuður. She was startled out of her thoughts as she heard a gigantic boom and Runa sprung to her feet, leaving the runes on the floor. "Klara?" she called out softly, staring at the spot where her cousin had been moments ago.
She took a breath. "Tell me what you know about this game and how it works," she insisted.
Rebecca nodded, concurring with Jason's assessment of the situation. While healing the Gryphon had been incredibly important, they couldn't overlook the question of how it was injured in the first place. Some sentient being had been responsible for its injuries, she knew that much due to the weapon that had caused the wounds. It easily could have been some god or demigod, or perhaps even some flavor of monster that fought with weapons rather than tooth and claw. But before she could voice those opinions, she was caught off guard with Arthur's burst of rage.
Her eyes narrowed a bit defensively. She had been dancing around the subject, but her nature was to be blunt and candid. Her anger at his slight towards her mother prompted her to forget to have caution and restraint with him. "All the gods can be cruel. They can curse their children with madness, turn us into trees and flowers, transform us into inhuman beasts, and even slay us. I hadn't wanted to be so blunt with you as to preserve your innocence, but I'll be candid - power makes might on Olympus. Righteousness rarely plays into it." It didn't bother her personally, the lack of distinction between absolute good and evil, but she knew that some young demigods had trouble accepting it as truth. Rebecca dreamed though of power, so the system made sense to her.
"And no, Andy, I cannot see the future. I don't have that gift. Some demigods do, though it is largely the Oracle's talent."
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Argo III - Galley Skills: N/A
Leda grinned happily, glad to see that Demetri had chosen to take a dare. Her mind instantly flickered to the performance of him as Hannah Montana, singing and shaking his hips from side to side. It was enough to make her preemptively giggle, although simultaneously, she was mentally jumping up and down slightly at Kiera mentioning them dating. She had managed to lock down the cutest girl at Camp Half-blood in less than two weeks pretty much. It had to be her defining accomplishment of her career as a demigod. Her mind flickered back over to the dare for Demetri, wondering if she could do anything to improve upon her idea.
"I dare you to shapeshift into Hannah Montana and perform Best of Both Worlds," Leda announced, pleased with her choice. Her other idea had been to have Demetri lick the floor or do his best impression of Mr. D, but neither of them were more amusing than seeing the Disney Channel Star come to life. It also probably was the safest option, as it didn't risk him getting sick or being turned into a dolphin on a permanent basis.
Nancy shook her head when the conversation shifted as to who even owned a cell phone. They technically had been around in the 80's and sure, some people had them at the Lotus Hotel, but Nancy never really understood how they worked. From what she could tell, they didn't have buttons anymore and she had no idea how people managed to dial anyone like that. They also seemed to have turned into computers? It still shocked her how the tiny things were supposedly more powerful than the video game consoles she used to use growing up, but so many things about the mortal realm confused her. She couldn't imagine trying to live in that world, leaving Camp Jupiter and the gods and all behind.
"Yikes, yeah, we ought to get you fitted with some armor," Nancy said. Waverley looked like a gigantic squishy target to her, so some armor would likely be a good call. "And we should be able to cross the Little Tiber and head on out of Camp Jupiter and call a taxi or whatever it's called now from there. The mortals won't be able to get through the barrier, so it isn't too much of a concern," she added. If she remembered correctly, the walk out of Camp Jupiter to get to the mortal realm wasn't even that bad.
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
Last night, Negasonic and Colossus left for England, bringing Magik's body along with them. Captain Britain and Excalibur had been kind enough to agree to help, arranging the transportation that they needed. Captain Britain had also sent fresh food, water, and medical supplies to the Mutant Underground, worrying after the health of his daughter Glimpse. They hadn't been the only ones to leave however. Dr. Watts and his daughter Leda had departed once Watts gathered blood samples from everyone present, including those who were not currently afflicted with M-Pox, promising to call Sapphire with news as soon as possible.
Cayden's body had been placed on his bed in his and James' room, with Veil kindly requesting that James double up in a bed with Casper. The rest of the newcomers were placed in what had been Magik and Negasonic's room - room 7. James' old bed had been moved into the now cramped space, so at least no one had to share who did not want to. Polaris and Havok had yet to emerge from Havok's room and when Colossus had gone inside to fetch his things, Polaris had still been unconscious - a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.
But with the tragic loss of Magik and Moonwalker, things couldn't possibly be worse today than yesterday...
... Right?
Veil
Location: Mutant Underground: Veil and Sapphire's Room Skills: N/A
Veil had had a hard time sleeping. They had lost two people yesterday - essentially two members of her family had perished. The prophecy that Valkyrie shared with her was haunting her as well. She couldn't make heads nor tails of it, but its words were enough to make her uneasy. There was something blowing in the wind, something dangerous, and without knowing what was coming, how could they begin to prepare? How could they defend themselves in the dark?
And once she finally had been able to fall asleep and quiet her mind, her subconscious dredged up the most horrifying of nightmares. She was on an island, watching, waiting for something. She shifted her weight and a twig snapped. Her memory of the nightmare was fuzzy, but she distinctly recalled running, running, running - her heart thumping with the knowledge that if she were caught, it was all over. She had turned her head in time to see the cliff, but not soon enough to stop herself as she plummeted, hitting the surface of the ocean like a rock.
She had woken up not long after that, gasping for air - as if she really had been drowning. The rest of her time she spent pacing back and forth, running over the lines time and time again. She had jumped when her phone buzzed with a message from Yukio, Negasonic's girlfriend -
X-Cutioner struck again. 3 dead outside the Cherry Bomb.
The blood drained from Veil's face. Yukio had dubbed the stranger with the knife from yesterday's fiasco as the X-Cutioner, after Veil called her and asked for her to be on the lookout for any future attacks. The name was horrifying and Veil couldn't help but wonder if something else might have been better - like George.
Any witnesses?
One. Tall, ginger, 50's, female. Had a lengthy scar over her right eye. I'll let you know if I find her.
Thanks. Be safe. You know you're always welcome here.
I know.
Casper Theriot
Location: Mutant Underground: Jack and Casper (and James)'s Room Skills: Mediumship
Casper had slept like a baby, curled up into his adoring boyfriend. Throughout the night, he had switched back and forth between being the big spoon and the little spoon. His fever was gone with a headache lingering in its place. He didn't have any dreams - well, he had one where Ben had turned into a giant waffle with whipped cream, but he figured that was probably just prompted by hunger. Casper opened his eyes slowly, nuzzling James in the big spoon position. "Babes? Can we have waffles for breakfast? I think all the M-Pox and nearly dying as emptied my stomach more than when the doctors had to pump it," he whispered.
"Finally, you're awake!" Ben exclaimed, standing on the other side of James. "Jack's lost it."
"I'm sure he'll find it, tell him to look under his bed, he's always losing his hair care products there..." Casper replied sleepily. He let out a yawn, snuggling a little more into James. His boyfriend was so warm and he smelled so nice. He could have happily stayed in bed with him all day, especially if waffles were involved. Maybe after eating waffles, he could use the whipped cream for some recreational activities, as long as he could convince Jack to leave the room for an hour or so...
"No, Casper, listen to me. Jack's lost his mind. He got up in the middle of the night," Ben explained, snapping his fingers in order to keep Casper's attention. "And he's gone, he grabbed Sunshine and left!"
"So? What's your point?" Casper said with a yawn. "He's probably just taking her on a walk or something to talk about the meaning of true love. All his stuff is here, so how about you go stare at the wall in the hallway and count how many spider webs you can find?" he suggested, before chucking his pillow at Ben. The pillow went through Ben and hit the wall lamely.
Sunshine
Location: ??? Skills: Disease Manipulation
Sunshine wanted to sleep some more. She wanted to continue to drift off to the land of the unconscious mind, where she didn't need to think or feel. She didn't want to exist in any sort of meaningful way. But the more she thought about wanting to go back to sleep, the harder it was to deny that she was awake. She opened her eyes and blinked slightly, confused. She wasn't at the Mutant Underground anymore. There was a suspicious stain on the ceiling she had never seen before.
And the blanket, it wasn't the one she had in her room. It was a red plaid blanket, a bit coarse and itchy, the sort of thing that showed up on the covers of magazines. As her brain woke up, things flooded back to her - things she had assumed had just been a nightmare. The door in her and Waverley's room creaking open, someone pressing a damp cloth against her face, and then... Then she was here. She was in some sort of office. No one else was there. She threw the blanket off of her and sprung up to her feet, balling her fists in anticipation of a fight.
"Only a coward hides!" Sunshine taunted, hoping to draw her kidnapper out. Little bits of green mist surrounded her hands.
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: Ground Floor of the Apartment Complex -> Outside Cap's Apartment Skills: Blessing of Athena, Anatomy, Throwing Knives
Bonnie nodded slightly. She was pretty sure that the real Flynn would have been incredibly angry with Cass if she hadn't done anything. The only issue was, Bonnie didn't need a man to be cross about risks to her health and safety. She had been an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. much longer than she had been with Flynn. Her life was valuable, yes, but she chose to risk it in order to serve the world. To do anything else would be to betray her core values and to no longer be Bonnie Chase.
She dashed on up the stairs, briefly spotting Oliver and Cass standing over the body of a dead skrull. Had the skrull been alive, she would have gone to assist, but the Flynn imposter was more important. She kept on going until she emerged on the same floor as Captain America's apartment. The imposter had beaten her back on up, having flown up from flames after nearly making the same fall she had. She needed to keep him alive - interrogating him could be the key to saving Flynn.
Bonnie's eyes narrowed along with her focus. She drew a throwing knife and expertly flung it at the false Flynn, the knife embedding itself in his back. It missed hitting any vital organs, but it did come into direct contact with his spine. Her knowledge of anatomy and her accuracy with a knife had served her well. The false imposter was completely paralyzed, dropping to the floor like a rock. "We need him alive for interrogation."
"I'll go call this in," Agent 13 said with a grimace. "Director Hill needs to know what's going on."
Amelia Baptiste
Location: Levittown, PA Skills: Aerokinesis
Amelia couldn't remember all of the different secret prisons S.H.I.E.L.D. had - they started to blend together after a while. "Mate, popsicles don't go in the fridge, you chuck 'em in the freezer or they'll melt," she argued playfully. She wouldn't have been surprised to find out that S.H.I.E.L.D. also had a prison called the Freezer or maybe even the Icebox or the Cooler. Had she been asked to name a prison, she would have gone for the Hamster Cage - that just had a fun levity to it.
Speaking of levity, even as Sparky attacked Lungren (and she assumed Maria had too, from the way Lungren stumbled), Amelia wasn't about to stand down. He had attacked them first after all. She tried to send a gust of wind at him to knock him off his feet, but she was majorly off her game. It took her about four tries to get it right - she was still relatively new to her powers, having only had them for a few months. She twirled the staff Sparky had given her and a large burst of air struck Lungren, knocking him backwards and to the ground about fifteen feet.
"Sparks, shall we be off then?" Amelia asked. "We're making good time to see Strange."
"Could've fooled me," Megan deadpanned, smirking ever so slightly. She loved her brother, which was precisely why she both was trying to protect him and mercilessly ridicule him. To do anything else would be a disservice to their relationship as siblings. She did, however, let go of him so she was no longer holding him down behind the bush, trusting that he wouldn't actually be stupid enough to get up and say hello to whatever forces of darkness were marching their way. There was a time and a place for joining a Satanic cult.
Just by ear, she could tell that it had to be some sort of large military force. They seemed to march on by forever, probably a significant body then. She briefly wondered if the noise was at all similar to the army of Ancient Rome, marching off to distant lands to conquer and add to their empire. The knowledge that they belonged to a fairy tale character, of course, ended most of the similarities there. She considered whether or not Le Fay would have outfitted her army with magic - or if they were all standard swordsmen. She didn't dare call out to ask.
Once the army was gone and the coast was clear, Megan carefully rose to her feet. "Do you think any of the soldiers know magic?" she whispered to her brother, as they walked as a group. She was still awestruck as Merlin's tower seemed to materialize out of nowhere. When they went inside to find cobwebs and dust, Megan couldn't help but grin in approval. Cobwebs were her aesthetic.
"Nonsense, it's perfect," she said, contradicting the ginger.
Location: Hotel Valhalla - Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: Wicca
Runa didn't notice the rune floating over her head at first. It was only when she saw people whispering and looking at her in confusion that she dared to tilt her head upwards, seeing the shimmering symbol. She had a passing familiarity with runes, mostly due to their usage in Wicca. She bit her lip, recognizing it as the DÆG rune - meaning day and by association, Balder. Her eyes darted over nervously towards the head table, seeing everyone conversing amongst themselves. Sweat was beading up on Runa's forehead. Every fiber of her being wanted to run, to disappear, to vanish, but she was frozen in place, unable to even speak.
Figures emerged from the mist and Runa's anxiety was skyrocketing. She had read about them. They were seers, priestesses who could divine the future. They approached her and surrounded her, making the air catch in Runa's throat as she suddenly felt incredibly claustrophobic. Their words haunted her, charging her with bringing Balder back from wherever he was being kept alive or the world would end. It was too much responsibility for her. She was just a teenager. That was a job for someone older, someone who had at least finished high school, right?
Guin was incredibly used to Pietro zipping her off at superhuman speeds at this point. Her armor had the added bonus of protecting her neck from whiplash, although she doubted Pietro wouldn't try his best to protect her from that effect of his speed. He was overprotective to a fault - in the House of M reality, his overprotective nature had driven Guin mad, culminating in her asking him to kill her. It hadn't exactly been their finest moment as a couple. In what had to be less than a few seconds, her surroundings had rapidly changed - she was in the hangar now for the Blackbird, rather than the Danger Room. "Is that a fat joke, babe?" Guin asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.
They had been in so many life and death situations over the past few years, she was beginning to become a little bit desensitized to them. Almost everyone survived. It was those who died that haunted her, Muscles in particular, as her heart clenched and her anxiety levels rose, the images flashing into her head again - Muscles on the ground, peppered with bullet wounds, blood oozing from the entry holes. "It is stating a fact."
Guin snorted slightly. She tried to push the gnawing anxiety into the back of her mind, in order to focus on the present moment. "Well, he's a baby Hulk. He can probably push his way on through and get here, as long as someone tells him where to go. I don't know if he'll calm down, you know him, he isn't exactly an expert at managing his temper. Unless, of course, his secret space trips were actually him and Thor learning how to meditate together with some guru."
Neil Spellman
Location: the Danger Room Skills: Telekinetic Combat
Neil was quickly tiring. Every time he moved his hands, the muscles in his arm burned and ached. It felt like he had been doing push ups with Wolverine for ten hours. Even as he tried to lock onto one of the spiders clustered on top of Lance, each mental tug felt like a knife was sinking into his own brain. He bitterly thought to himself that he was essentially out of spell slots, without even cantrips to fall back on. He wanted to take a rest and recharge, to be able to move things with his mind again, but they didn't have any time. He tried again, only to groan and whimper slightly in pain and fatigue. On his third try, he couldn't even get the spiders to budge an inch.
How was he going to save Carolina if he felt so tired and weak? Maybe he needed to do more Danger Room sessions with Wolverine, but that wasn't helpful now. He needed to come up with something to get rid of the spiders on the mindless killing machine. He was too tired to even be annoyed at Lance for not having gotten rid of the spiders or to find some way to blame Banner for all of this. "Urgh... I don't have any first level spells slots left even..." he mumbled wearily, trying to communicate his situation to everyone. Runa looked up at the newcomer, before she nodded slightly. She wasn't a huge fan of unknown quantities - really, unknown people. She tended to be the dictionary definition of a shy introvert, preferring the company of those she was already well acquainted with. "Aye," she confirmed to Elizabeth. She didn't bother to clarify that Klara was her blood, not just her friend. Instead, she returned her attention to the runes, pointing at each in turn. "þurisaz is the giant. They hail from Jotunheim. raidō, my personal rune, means ride or journey. wunjō - joy," she replied somewhat helpfully.
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
Ordinarily, Veil would have either relaxed or tensed up when someone unexpectedly put a hand on her shoulder. As her mutation would suggest, she liked to be able to control her physical and emotional contact. She never had had a real relationship, unable to expose herself to emotional intimacy. When Spark Plug put her hand on her though, Veil was too emotionally weary to really react. "No, but the world keeps on turning. I'll be fine," she answered honestly. Spark Plug was an empath. There wasn't much point in lying to her about feelings. Magik and Moonwalker were dead and it was her fault. All she could do was try to keep on moving forward and help the mutants who were still alive.
The new mutant, Zarina, was certainly strange. Veil was rather perceptive and astute as individuals went, quickly realizing that Zarina was speaking Norwegian. Zarina's clothing didn't stick out, really the strangest things she had on her were the robotic eye and jaw. She listened quietly as Zarina explained things a little more fully, claiming to be from a different world and time entirely, sent here on some sort of mission. It wasn't outside of the realm of possibility - Veil had been a student at Xavier's when Jean Grey merged with the cosmic entity called the Phoenix Force, she knew that the universe was vast and weird.
"Who are the Norns? And what's the prophecy?" Veil asked, giving Zarina the benefit of the doubt for the moment.
Sunshine had averted her eyes from Kristina, her sobbing a little more controlled - not because she was calming down, but because her body was unable to keep on producing an extreme amount of tears for extended periods. "How about a purifier's head on a pike? Why don't you go and get me that?" Sunshine snapped at Kristina, lashing out again in her pain. Unlike Max though, her bark didn't have much bite behind it. She had never met Kristina before and she didn't have a long list of reasons to dislike her. "Or why don't you find a way to bring Magik back and kill Max? Magic mutant for a magic mutant. And we'd all be better off without that trashcan fire around..."
Sunshine looked up, expecting to see Kristina directly in front of her, but instead Colossus was there. Her grip on Magik loosened as she couldn't think of what to say to Magik's brother. He deserved to be the one clutching her corpse and crying. They were blood. She and Magik... they were just really good friends. "I.... I.... H-here...." Sunshine mumbled, losing any nerve or bite she had as she awkwardly thrusted Magik's body into Colossus' arms.
Colossus bit his lip, his chin wobbling before the flood gates open and he started to cry all anew. "G-go in peace... Illyana..." he prayed.
With Luna vomiting into the trash can and having passed off the phone to Negasonic, she would only be able to hear half of the phone conversation. And while Glimpse was acting with childlike innocence, wonder, and fear, Negasonic was the exact opposite. "Look, I need a jet in DC tonight. Colossus and I need Excalibur's help. A demon killed my friend," she said bluntly into the phone. There was a brief pause. "Great. We'll be there." She then ended the call and put her phone in her pocket. "Do you need anything, Princess?"
Casper's jaw dropped as Sapphire tore into James. He was slightly scared of her, but he loved James more than he feared her. He moved his ghostly, astral body in front of James as if to shield him and he swung his fist, trying to punch Sapphire. His fist passed through her harmlessly, his protective drive not even enough to make him corporeal. "Goddamnit, this is not fair! How come she gets to talk abuse at James but I can't punch her to defend my boy's honor?" Casper whined, throwing his ghostly hands up in the air. He wasn't sure how long he had been stuck out of his body like this, but it felt like an eternity.
Watts' eyes narrowed slightly, seeing the way that Sapphire chose to set the girl's arm. He was an asshole, but he didn't like seeing people being cruel to children. And unlike Veil, he also wasn't the sort to insist on having a private conversation. "Sapphire, she's a fucking kid. You're an adult here, so act like it, and take your aggression out on someone your own age!" Watts shouted at her.
"Is he Sapphire's dad?" Casper asked Ben, staring at the older looking man with glasses. He carried himself like he thought he was the smartest person in the room, uncomfortably reminding Casper of his own father. He was slightly worried for him though, afraid that Sapphire was about to make him into a popsicle.
"...I don't think so," Ben told Casper, shaking his head. "Remember the other group went off to find a scientist friend of hers? That's him, I believe."
"Wow, the things you learn when you pay attention," Casper commented wistfully. He perked up slightly as his brother came into the room and seemingly was the first person to notice that something was wrong with him. "Jackie, help, I'm trapped!!! I think my soul got out of my body! Do you have a magic net or something to put me back into my body? Or is there a way to press control, alt, and delete and open up task manager? Jackie? Hellooooo?"
"He can't hear you," Ben reminded him with a sigh.
"Oh," Casper moped like a neglected puppy. "Right. This sucks." He stared at James for a moment as his boyfriend left the room, before running after him. No one would be able to tell ghost!Casper had left the room, as his body was still just in a fugue, coma like state - his eyes wide open, his breathing shallow. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and he was perfectly still otherwise.
Location: Hotel Valhalla - Elevator Skills: Shapeshifting
Asha chuckled lightly at Arnora's question. "If I turned into a bird, I would have wings. If I became a fish, I would have gills. Should I turn myself into a dog, I would boast a tail. What do you think happens then when I become physically a male?" Asha asked rhetorically. A lot of people tended to ask that, assuming that she could completely embody other animals, but that there ought to be some sort of exception for changing the sex she presented as. She followed Arnora into the elevator, leaning up against the far wall of it. She grinned at Klara's enthusiasm. She would change her shift to look like her father again later on, she didn't want to draw too much attention to them as they got prepared.
"So with all of the goats, can you, hmm... I guess can you control them with your mind? Or at the very least bribe them to follow you?" Asha asked, wanting clarification on how the daughter of Thor's powers worked. A lot of demigods had powers from their parents, but rarely were they identical in every way. Even two demigod siblings could have drastically different abilities.
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