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In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Trainerblue192@The Man Emperor
May 17th, 2021
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!
Braddock Academy - Cardiff: 12:00 A.M.
"He's in Otherworld at the moment speaking with Roma," Betsy explained. "His daughter's been missing. I don't imagine S.H.I.E.L.D. would know anything about that?" she asked, motioning for them to follow her into the academy. The gigantic school looked to at least be a few centuries old, a testimony to the long history of the Braddock Family. They were the British equivalent of the Starks - rich, powerful, and ever present. She lead them down a series of hallways and staircases, until she pulled a book from a shelf and the bookcase slid aside to reveal a hidden wing. Down the hallway, voices carried, likely belonging to the members of Excalibur - "Katya, stop tickling me!!!" a teenage girl shrieked with a soft Russian accent.

Psylocke led them straight ahead from this point into what appeared to be a massive study, the sort that the professor in Narnia would own. Medieval relics covered the room and in the center was a gigantic pool of water, its surface so clear it was essentially a mirror. "Brian will be here soon, but in the meantime, you can begin telling me why you've come here."
New York City: 5:20 P.M.
Bonnie Chase
Location: 219 West 47th Street -> 616 169th Street, Queens
Skills: Blessing of Athena, Intuition
Bonnie went and took the shotgun seat in the car, not leaving it up for debate or argument. She had been working with Cass longer than most of them had been a part of S.H.I.E.L.D., including their time spent at the academy. She looked in the rearview mirror as Kwassi started talking about Marie Curie. At first, Bonnie was a little bit excited to hear someone discussing one of the greatest female scientists to ever live - but then, she realized something. It seemed like Kwassi was just bringing up Curie in order to win her favor. She frowned ever so slightly. "What's your opinion on Esther Lederberg?" Bonnie asked him, her tone calm and even.

It was currently rush hour in New York City, meaning the traffic had come to a grinding halt. They were lucky that the issue wasn't compounded by supervillains fighting with heroes in the sky. The most activity that happened while they were crawling along at a snail's pace was that Spider-Man swung on by, a girl held securely in his arms, but they were moving too fast to really make out any of her features.

By the time they pulled up outside of the address in Queens, thirty minutes had elapsed in the car - a mercy, as it easily could have been much, much longer. A billboard across the street was advertising a concert being played at Madison Square Garden that evening by Dazzler. Selena Gomez was opening for her.
Levittown, PA: 3:40 P.M.
Amelia Baptiste
Location: Levittown, PA
Skills: Aerokinesis
There was no response on Astrad's phone. Maybe Agent Sitwell was tied up with something of his own, the message hadn't gone through, or was the cell signal in Levittown just really poor? Had HYDRA set off an EMP without anyone noticing? There had to be a rational, logical explanation for why Sitwell just hadn't answered Astrad at such a crucial moment... right?

"Right, let's get cracking then. One of you is going to have to carry him, we can't leave him here, he'll get killed," Amelia argued. She didn't care if Sparky was in a bad mood, either she or Maria would have to deal with holding Astrad. She privately hoped that Sparky would be the one to decide to carry him, as Maria had a habit of trying to get people to plummet out of the sky. Amelia took a breath and she ran in circles, her glider perpendicular with the ground, as she built up momentum and then pushed the air towards the HYDRA goons. They fell down like dominoes, but it was just a temporary tactic, they'd be up on their feet in no time.

She had to trust that Maria or Sparky would make sure Astrad was okay. Amelia took a breath and then went at a bit of a run, launching herself into the air as her glider caught the currents moving around her and lifted her up higher, higher, and higher, until Levittown seemed so incredibly small.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: the Blackbird Hangar
Skills: Telepathy
Do you think Spellman is going to fess up to having blown up her eye? Guin whispered. She wasn't going to question Klara's sudden change of behavior too much. She didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth. She would rather deal with the hippos, try to finish this game, and then they could spend their time psychoanalyzing the alien. Guin chuckled slightly, thinking about how weird her life was. Maybe she should start a TikTok or whatever platform was the most popular thing at the moment. She didn't use social media as much as she had as a teen, where her primary objective had been catfishing John Oliver.

"Oi, everyone plug your ears! Neil, I guess, just chill?" Guin shouted, before trying to fire off a sonic pulse. Her suit gave her an error message, probably not unrelated to her helmet being ripped off and reattached. She made a mental note to go and look at the weapon systems more carefully once this was all over. Maybe it would make more sense to just move on and create the Mark 2, given all of the data F.R.I.D.A.Y. had to be collecting about the performance of the suit during this. She tried to send off the sonic pulse again, but the system crashed and Guin muttered a few choice swear words that would have made even Wolverine blush.

"Okay, third time's the charm - c'mon F.R.I.D.A.Y, show 'em what we got," Guin commanded. This time, there was a loud high pitched whine. A few of the hippos twitched before collapsing, knocked unconscious by the pulse. The tech she used for that particular weapon wasn't that different from the one her father had once developed to cause short term paralysis - which the US Government declared to be illegal.
Neil Spellman
Location: the Blackbird Hangar
Skills: Telekinesis
Neil turned bright red as the woman he had permanently blinded was no longer their enemy. She even asked about her eye injury and he kept his mouth shut. There was no version of explaining to her what he had done exactly that would end well. He wasn't sure if she wouldn't resume attacking him or something if he fessed up to it. Maybe she would decide to use her sword to remove his eye. He looked slightly to the side, before pretending to be incredibly concerned by the hippos. There was some rope nearby that he figured he might be able to wrangle into tying up the beasts using his telekinesis.

He shot a glare at Guin as she did some sonic pulses. Luckily, his hearing aids were fine. He would have been incredibly angry if her recklessness caused him to not be able to hear for the rest of the day, especially with Carolina still being stuck inside of the Jungle. He tried to shoot a rope off at a hippo, but it fell lamely to the ground. He tried again and it was only on his third try that he managed to ensnare one, binding its legs so and mouth so it couldn't try to trample or eat any member of the X-Men.
Runa did not notice Elizabeth's dislike of her. She was too focused on making their way to the center of the Jungle, in hopes of breaking Loki's spell. She took up a defensive stance as she heard rustling, her staff in one hand, her fingers outstretched in the other. Jaguars pounced from the clearing, one of them narrowly missing Carolina. "Stay back," she warned her companions. She twirled her staff as it unleashed a bright blast of dark energy, colliding with the jaguars and forcing them all back. "These rabbits are mere babes, hardly able to walk or crawl," she lied, ready to snap with her free hand.
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Merlin's Tower -> Catacombs
Skills: N/A
As her brother insisted that she needed to give the skull in her possession a name, Megan held the skull in front of her and tilted her head slightly. "What is your name?" she asked the skull. She waited for a few moments, before nodding. "I see. Her name is Mina Harker," she informed her brother in a matter of fact tone. Horror fanatics would recognize the name as being a homage to the main female protagonist in Dracula, the woman whose brains and wit were directly responsible for the vampire's defeat. As they reached the catacombs, Megan's face lit up with amazement. Had she not been a medical examiner, an archaeologist specializing in ancient crypts would have been her second choice.

One of the people traveling with them reached out and poked a skull, just as Tinker Bell had warned them to not disturb the dead. Megan's eyes widened with fascination as several skeletons sprang to life, as if they were puppets, and unleashed themselves in combat. Some of the party dispatched all but one of the reanimated fighters. Megan thought for a moment about joining the fray as one of the girls let out a high pitched shriek. However, her hands were full with the skull and her torch. It also wasn't her problem, the skeleton trying to fight the boy. He could handle it.

In 🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Runa Johansson
Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 21
Skills: N/A
Runa nodded as Klara asked if that had been all she had heard. There hadn't been anything else mentioned, she would have remembered it - it would have been seared into her brain. She still couldn't quite believe everything that had happened. She hadn't even really thought too much about mortality and the fact that she had died earlier that day. Comprehending that her father apparently had been an immortal god? It just wasn't in the cards at the moment. Her mind was too ravished with guilt and sorrow and anxiety and fear. She had no idea how she was supposed to do any of this, she didn't have any special powers, she was just a girl - one who had been killed easily like a fly.

"... I don't know what I'm doing..." Runa then admitted quietly. She was looking down at the floor. She didn't like meeting new people. She hated crowds. For better or worse, she at least was comfortable around Klara and Nadia. "I-I... Would you... Um, would you two do this with me? This... trial? No, that's not the word... quest?" Runa requested. She was stumbling a little bit over her words, as English wasn't her native tongue. She was much more comfortable speaking in Norwegian, yet she doubted Nadia or Klara could understand it.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 17th, 2021 - 9:30 AM

In the entranceway, the railing of the staircase began to rattle, as each iron bar slowly bent out of shape....
Veil & Casper
Location: Mutant Underground: Dining Room
Skills: Mediumship
Veil went downstairs with the rest to grab a bite to eat, although she wasn't particularly hungry. She wanted to get on with the mission and bring their two wayward members home. Her mind couldn't stop turning the gears, especially as Max gave some important pieces of information. She grabbed a waffle and tore into it, not bothering with utensils or a plate or anything. Unlike her twin, she didn't care as much about cleanliness and her occupation was well suited for her disposition.

Casper, meanwhile, was piling waffles upon waffles on his plate. He went for just about every topping available, creating what he considered a culinary masterpiece, an Ode to the Waffles God. He briefly wondered if there was a god responsible for waffles, but none came to mind - so Casper, the ever so humble soul, decided that he might as well fill that role. "Big news everyone - I'm changing my codename to Waffle God, effective immediately," Casper announced, practically drooling as he looked at his leaning tower of goodies. "Filing cabinets and pastries? That remains me of this one time when I woke up in a Staples, whipped cream on my nipples, pancakes on my--"

"Hey, enough! No one wants to hear this man!" Ben complained.

"On my head, Ben, on my head. Do you think I would talk so callous around Echo's Christian ears?" Casper asked, a fake wounded expression on him - like a puppy pretending to be sad so that way someone might give them a treat.

Veil snapped her fingers. "Casper, focus. Answer Max's question," she instructed. She had finished her single waffle and didn't want to go for another one. They had already wasted too much time talking, they needed to hurry up and take action. Jack could take Sunshine out of the DC area at any moment. He could whisk her off on an Amtrak train and easily get her several states over in just a few hours. He also was suffering from M-Pox and there was a nonzero chance he could fall over and die before they found him.

"I'm getting to that, I'm getting to that," Casper reassured Veil, although it sounded much more like a whine. "Ugh, my head is pounding... Anyways... I dunno, maybe his office? He probably has paper storage devices there and he definitely has doughnuts around." He then rattled off the address.

"Great. Let's go then," Veil ordered, heading briskly out to the garage.
Sunshine
Location: Jack's Office
Skills: N/A
Sunshine relaxed slightly, as Jack's explanation matched what she more or less had expected. She wasn't sure why he decided to take her here, rather than just leave her in her room that she shared with Waverley, but he was weird sometimes. He was sentimental and squishy and he probably cried when watching romantic comedies. His best friend was likely a tub of ice cream with sprinkles. Though Sunshine guessed she couldn't really talk, her best friend was...

Dead.

She breathed in sharply as ripples of pain flowed through her body. Tears welled up in her eyes and she shut them tightly, trying to will the emotions to go away. Nothing the humans had ever done to her had hurt as much as losing Illyana. She felt like she couldn't breathe, with each breath just bringing more pain and turmoil. Sunshine didn't know if anything she was feeling was normal. She oscillated between wanting to burst into tears and curl into a ball and having the urge to go kill as many humans as possible, to pile them high in the streets. She wanted to scream to the world that Illyana existed, that Magik was the most beautiful and amazing and scary person she had seen in the world.

"I need to go do something," she said, wiping away the tears as she got up and headed towards the door. There were humans everywhere. Even if they weren't all Purifiers, they were guilty by association.
In Forgotten Space → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Catwalk
Skills: N/A
"We don't even know what religion he is... Like, would he want to be cremated or buried? I guess that doesn't matter since... I don't think we can retrieve his body. Maybe... maybe we should just hold hands and make a flower arrangement or something with the vending machine, that might be nice?" Vinnie mumbled. She couldn't remember Noah's last name either. She couldn't remember his face before he had fallen anymore, every image of him just reducing to the battered corpse at the very bottom. She blinked, wiping away a few tears that had fallen. To honor Noah, they had to escape from here.

"...Manny, you've got a knife, can you get the thingymabob out of Y2K? Greenie isn't around and I don't think I'm qualified to do it," Vinnie asked. She didn't want to accidentally kill Y2K, then all of this would have been for nothing. Noah would have died for nothing. They would all end up dead or enslaved or something worse. Maybe Noah had made the right call, jumping down there. If they survived all of this... what would they find on Earth? What would they have to go home to?
Raynor's eye twitched as Sparky yelled at him, going on off to make an incredibly stupid decision. He supposed that he should have expected her to be stubborn, but suicidal and reckless? This was the sort of behavior that was probably behind her disappearance in the first place! He hurried off with Sophia, making his way to the sector two galley. Entering the galley, he quickly looked around for any hostiles. There was one deceased robot, several people cowering in fear, and then a madman with a knife. He didn't hesitate as he dashed forward to disarm him, his movements almost flawless. He slashed the knife man's throat with his blade, killing him. It was only after his body dropped that Raynor felt the screaming pain in his arm, as blood gushed from his artery. The madman must have slashed him before he went down.
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Trainerblue192@The Man Emperor
May 17th, 2021
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!
Braddock Academy - Cardiff: 11:50 P.M.
Agent 13 had pulled a few strings, getting a quinjet for Oliver and Niah. She also had sent word ahead to MI13, Britain's supernatural intelligence agency, to expect them. Their quinjet pilot was a silent Chinese man who whenever someone tried to engage him in conversation, he would purposefully turn his head to look away. His headphones were in as he listened to a podcast about I Love Lucy.

As the ramp lowered, Niah and Oliver would find themselves on the grounds of Braddock Academy. It was the finest school in England, selecting students with the potential to become heroes. It was founded by Captain Britain and his twin sister, Psylocke, with the location being their ancestral family manor. There were a lot of striking similarities between Braddock Academy and Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters.

"Welcome to Wales, Agents," a Chinese woman with vivid purple hair said, her British accent thick, and she was wearing a flashy purple uniform. "I'm Betsy Braddock."
New York City: 4:50 P.M.
Bonnie Chase
Location: 219 West 47th Street
Skills: Blessing of Athena
Bonnie had replied has concisely and logically to Kwassi's concerns as she could. S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't a perfect system by any means, but it was the one that they had. If people were willing to fight for the greater good, then surrendering a little privacy for the security of citizens across the globe had to be a worthy cost. Besides, S.H.I.E.L.D. had state of the art tech and could help superheroes to protect their families. As it stood now, if someone found out who Spider-Man loved, only he would be able to intervene. No one else would stand in the way.

They had taken the quinjet to the S.H.I.E.L.D. base in New York City. Unlike most buildings, it didn't have a fun name like the Triskelion, the Hub, or the Playground. If anything, people just called it 219. Cass had landed the quinjet on the roof of the building, which had special tech designed to make it look like a nunnery rather than a base for a secret agency. The team was currently on the first floor outside of the café. They couldn't just walk around Queens in agent uniforms, so they had changed into normal outfits, as if they were just everyday New Yorkers.

A car was waiting for them outside to take them wherever they needed to go. Cass had the keys for it. "Is everyone ready?" Bonnie asked, finishing her chai tea latte.
Levittown, PA: 3:30 P.M.
Amelia Baptiste
Location: Levittown, PA
Skills: N/A
Amelia crawled out of the opening in the net that Astrad had made. "Yeah, we really flew, mate! I've got air bending powers like the cartoon, she can fly, and Maria can steal other people's powers. I bet if we got you a hang glider or something, I could tie you to my glider and we could both fly." She wasn't an engineer, so she had no idea what the logistics of that would look like. Maybe Sparky could just carry him. As soon as she thought that though, Sparky protested the idea. Maria showed off with her airbending prowess again, leaving Amelia gobsmacked as she blew down another house.

"Bloody hell..." Amelia whistled, before all hell broke loose.

The thing about Levittown, PA was that it wasn't just home to a small HYDRA cell. This was the community where HYDRA members retired, where they raised their children. The entire town was full of squids. And now with two homes obliterated, they were out of the shadows and into the light, as the entire block poured out of their houses and sirens sounded.

"Now THIS is a party!" Amelia then tried to send a column of air at some of the HYDRA members, but nothing happened but a gentle breeze. She tried again. And again. But with no results at all. Maybe her powers had been burnt out when Maria took some of them.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: the Blackbird Hangar
Skills: Telepathy
Guin put her helmet back on. She would have to fix the suit up, since the helmet was designed to be retractable and go down into the suit - not to be ripped off and thrown across the room. The most annoying thing about it all was that it left her with an exposed point at her neck that her crazed Asgardian foe could exploit. Her eyes darted over towards the appearance of a holographic shield as it surrounded Neil, rapidly decreasing in size although it wasn't crushing him. I think Edus Penis is gay for Neil! Guin eagerly whispered telepathically to her beau. "Oi, Mr. Stark is my dad - he's Silver Balls," Guin corrected Iris with a smirk.

Iris was rapidly improving with her jokes and battlefield mannerisms, so much that Guin felt like she could have been her own protégé. Maybe whenever she died, Iris would become the next Iron Star. It would be so cool to have a mantle that was passed down like that. Of course, Pietro probably wouldn't think of it the same way. She was his little conscience, his Jiminy Cricket - without her around, who knew what sort of stupid decisions he would make. So many things were happening though all at once. Klara was batting Iris around, Ed apparently had been snapped out of it, Bethany had brought the hungry hungry hippos to life, and Lance had mentioned that they could trick Klara.

Guin glanced up at the ceiling and blasted the portions around Klara, sending a shower of rubble down on the Asgardian. She then tried to use her telepathy to knock her out, but she couldn't quite get a lock on her - Asgardian minds were nothing like the human and mutant ones she usually messed with - and really, Guin hardly practiced her telepathy.
Neil Spellman
Location: the Blackbird Hangar
Skills: Minor Molecular Combustion
Luckily, Neil wasn't claustrophobic. He and his cousin Rebecca used to hide in coffins from their aunties, the game lasting for hours at a time. When he was a kid, he thought his aunties were just very bad at looking for them - it was only last year when they finally confessed they used the time to drink and take a nap. It had almost prepared him enough for the sensation of being caged in, with everything closing in around him. His view was tinted thanks to the color of the shield. "Edus, let me out, this isn't you!" Neil begged. He kicked himself for not knowing how to counteract a curse or how to chant for protection. He should have known magic and been able to stop Klara.

It wasn't too long though before the shield dropped, and Neil stumbled forward, free. The hippos were bewildering, but he knew that Klara's magic was the more dangerous threat. She also seemed incredibly pissed at him over the loss of her eye. So Neil, drawing on the basic lines of defense his aunties had taught him, tried to gouge out Klara's other eye. He tried to make it implode in on itself, but his aim was off. Instead, he ended up completely destroying Klara's already wounded eye, just in time for Stark to send a pile of rubble down on the Asgardian.

He really hoped that the hippos weren't about to sneak up on him.
Runa's eyes lit up with inspiration as Carolina explained the rules of the game. She had an idea on how they could get out of the Jungle, beyond just waiting for someone to roll the correct number. Spells as intricate as this could also have a backdoor of sorts, a weak point. "If we travel to the center of the Jungle and call out Jumanji, the spell may be lifted. This is too intricate for Loki to have precise control at every point. We may be able to trick his magic into thinking the conditions have been met." She didn't wait another second before leaving the shelter, emerging into an area dense with trees.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
✨ Rebecca Eventide ✨
Location: Argo III - Upper Deck
Skills: Mystiokinesis, Spell Casting
Rebecca's eyes narrowed at Jason. It was clear that his problem was with her, most likely due to her mother being the one to kill a demigod that day. She wasn't entirely shocked for a child of Ares to be so thick and pigheaded. He knew so little about the world of gods and monsters, his advice to Arthur was foolish and impractical. None of them were normal. They were divine. She whispered some words under her breath, cursing Jason so that way the next time he raised his voice at someone, his nose would change to that of a pig.

She tilted her head, hearing a loud roar. Rebecca then averted her eyes skyward, spotting a fire breathing dragon moving through a cloud. There was the outline of another dragon, with the two of them locked in combat. Neither beast seemed to have any intent on attacking the Argo III, so Rebecca wasn't going to attack them. "I'll cast a protection spell, don't attack unless they attack us," she told the others. Dragons were such majestic creatures, she would hate to send one to the pit if it was not absolutely needed. Not every monster a demigod ran into ought to be killed. She pulled out her Book of Shadows, opening to a random page. It was a magic item, a gift from her mother. The page gave a description for a protection spell and Rebecca read it quickly, before whispering the incantation in Ancient Greek as she visualized a protective bubble encasing the ship.
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Argo III - Galley -> Upper Deck
Skills: N/A
Leda groaned in disappointment as the alarm went off, indicating that something was attacking them. Demetri's question had been more tame than she would have liked. It would have been better for him to ask Mary something embarrassing, although now it looked like he was just fishing for ideas of what he could turn into in order to mess with her. "We'll continue this after the heroics, yeah?" Leda asked. Hopefully the next round of questions and dares would be more fun. She then tugged down on her necklace, as the pendant transformed into her sword, Ultraviolet, and she dashed on up to the top deck.

She came up around the same time as Kiera and Demetri, giggling slightly as Demetri turned into a baby purple dragon. He looked a lot cuter like this. It was definitely an improvement. "What's your plan, cuddle the monsters to death?" Leda teased him, unable to stop herself from snickering. She didn't make any moves to go on the attack however, since the dragons were nowhere close to her range. And while she could probably technically use her rainbow powers to fly, she had never tried that before and she wasn't about to start now.
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Caldecott Tunnel
Skills: N/A
Nancy looked at her friend sympathetically. It was nice to have someone else from the 80's around at Camp Jupiter, especially since she worked with Mads so closely as her fellow praetor. Despite time still advancing in the Lotus Hotel and Casino, Nancy never really got a hang of modern technology. The arcade systems and everything hadn't changed all that much, unlike the phones. She climbed into the Uber, taking a seat next to Mads. She rolled her eyes slightly at Waverley. "Okay, but my dear old mom didn't know what I would grow up to be. I think when you're naming a company, you should at the very least have some idea of what you're doing, so you can make something appropriate." Nancy didn't even try to make sense of the bit from Marco about virtual currency. It would just give her a headache.

Marco was already pulling his weight, whammying the driver with his Venus magic. Nancy just hoped that Waverley wouldn't be so lost when it came time to face the Titan. She didn't want to think about Emily's powers though, as Bacchus' domain sent a chill down her spine. The very thought of the wine god sent her back to that day in Vegas. She could almost feel the hands gripping her arms, pinning them down to her side, as another forcibly ripped her bra off. Nancy jolted slightly, realizing that her breathing had become a bit uneven and she forced a smile. "Do you got any Joan Jett songs?" she shouted towards the driver.
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Merlin's Tower
Skills: N/A
"I wouldn't say it's random at all. I loved the practice skull I was given by the school for learning human bone structure," Megan argued with her brother. She also spent all of her time in the autopsy suite, attempting to uncover what had caused the various citizens of their Kansas town to expire. She spent far more time with the dead than she did the living and she preferred it that way. Living people were so boring and dull and ordinary. The dead at the very least all had something interesting about them and each new case presented challenge and mystery. Megan grinned as Merlin told her she could keep the skull. "Thank you."

She frowned, however, at Isabella's exclamation. "I don't hate your guts. In fact, I would fancy to see them on my autopsy table so I could take their measurements," she corrected. She took one of Merlin's torches with her other hand, holding the skull still. She didn't want to leave it behind or risk dropping it, so she figured holding it would be the most secure option - especially as someone present apparently was throwing around fireballs.
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