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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: Ancient Greek
Rebecca hit her palm against her forehead, seeing Demetri blatantly ignore her request and attack again. She understood that it was a steep learning curve as a new demigod, but how hard could it really be to listen to directions? She watched as he then flew off in the direction of the illusion. Maybe he was trying to fix his mistake. The only problem was that Demetri would have to turn around and rejoin them eventually. He couldn't actually commit to protecting the illusion indefinitely. "για την αγάπη του Δία," she cursed in ancient Greek. Andy's praise only helped to lessen the sting slightly. She couldn't help but notice that Arthur seemed to be having a moment of crisis.

"I manipulated the Mist so that way the creatures would see us fleeing in the opposite direction," Rebecca explained to Jason succinctly. Most people were confused when it came to the various ways the Mist operated - it was both a force of illusions, but also a source of magical powers and might. "It was foolish to attack in the first place. We deserve to be killed by the dragons. It was not our quarrel and we made it so." Luckily though, the remaining dragon had been fooled by the illusion, chasing after it. It was just a question as to whether or not Demetri could make it back safely.

She closed her spell book securely, still focusing on the illusion - until she was caught entirely by surprise. A portal of sorts had appeared out of nowhere, depicting the lodgings of Circe. Her entire being was positively vibrating with excitement, nerves, regret, and longing. Rebecca's fatal flaw was the call of the void - the urge when standing at an edge to jump into the abyss. She approached the portal almost like she was sleepwalking, seeing the ticket to everything she had wanted in life. Part of her wanted to justify it to everyone, to point out that it must have been of cosmic importance and that it would connect back to the larger mission.

"Arthur, Andy.... Jason... Accept your true nature and you will find peace," Rebecca said. She was facing away from the portal. "I must see this through." It was an emotional crossroads - her destiny or her friends. But in order to become an immortal sorceress, she had to accept that her friends would likely die and go to Hades one day.

Rebecca took one last look at them all, before she stepped backward and fell through the portal, vanishing.
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Argo III - Upper Deck
Skills: N/A
Leda couldn't say she was exactly surprised. She snorted slightly as Rebecca fell through the portal, chasing the dream of hers. Rebecca couldn't resist the dark arts, that was mostly why the two of them had broken up. The goth aesthetic was cute, but knowing that Rebecca didn't mind ritual sacrifice was a dealbreaker. "Can't say I didn't see that one coming, luv," she murmured to Kiera. "I guess one day we'll get a quest from the Oracle to go put her down." Not all demigods were good after all - and technically, Rebecca was a demititan. A small portion of Leda was angry at the situation, but she didn't know why. She didn't like Rebecca that way anymore. She shouldn't have cared that Rebecca bailed on them and left - maybe that was the source of her anger. Did she feel abandoned? Betrayed? Left behind?

There wasn't time for this sort of emotional whiplash though. She wasn't too sure that the dragon wouldn't turn around and start chasing them. She was pretty sure that with Rebecca gone, her spell wasn't going to hold up much longer. Leda rolled her wrist slightly, getting ready for a sword fight with a flying lizard. Her life was so weird, but she did love the moments where she could just kill monsters like an absolute badass.
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Uber
Skills: Strategy
"You act like our religion isn't reality," Nancy commented a bit sharply. "Maybe the schools in Vegas were shit, but none of my textbooks mentioned these cults being right about the nature of the world and all. As for the family bit... Well, if I see my mother again, I'd like to put a cigarette out in her eye." She didn't have any living mortal family as far as she was aware. She was pretty certain her mother had to be dead by now, especially given the life she had led. Her only family came from her father's divine side - for instance, Emily was her first cousin. She shifted uncomfortably as Emily brought up the powers she inherited from Bacchus.

Once Madalyne gave her portion of the plan, Nancy chimed in to elaborate further. The two of them were so in sync sometimes they finished each other's sentences after all. "Marco and Niah are Team Tricking Atlas Into Making an Oath, Mads and Waves can do their magic stuff to make sure no one else sees us, and... erm, Emily and I will be the muscle. Kicking ass. Looking cool. All that rad stuff." When the Uber came to a halt, she scooted on out and stretched out her limbs. Roman armor wasn't always the most comfortable stuff for a car ride. She fell into step next to Madalyne, beginning the hike.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: the Blackbird Hangar
Skills: N/A
"Professor X can suck a dick," Guin told Beth with an eyeroll. She barely had time to process when they moved onto the next challenge, as Ed rolled the dice and the ground around him and Annie turned into quicksand. It was always a horrifying thing in movies, people grasping for anything they could get a hold on in order to escape. The wizard had made shields of sorts to try to save them, but they seemed to be ineffective at best. Guin was wondering if the solution was really to just find a giant stick or something. Her eyes widened though as something horrifying happened - Mira deafened Iris. "Mirembe! What the hell?! You can't just do that to people!" Guin scolded. "Apologize to Iris, now!"

She felt a bit like the mother of the X-Men, a role she never envisioned for herself. She shook her head, making a mental note to have one of the family doctors flown out for Iris. She walked over to the board and scooped up the dice, before letting them fall from her hand. They hit the board dramatically and she did a double take, realizing she had rolled an eight - the magic number for bringing Carolina and Elizabeth out of the Jungle. The two of them were shot out of the game almost in reverse of the way they had been sucked in. She was relieved to see that they were okay.

It twists and turns, and tears up the ground,
it swirls and twirls and swallows up towns.


A tornado appeared out of nowhere, spiraling towards them. "Fuck, what do you do for tornados besides kill the Wicked Witch?!"
Neil Spellman
Location: the Blackbird Hangar
Skills: N/A
Neil was incredibly confused as to why Iris was taking the fall for him. She could have just pointed at him and let the Love Goddess hate him. Why was she taking credit for his actions? They were friends yes, but they weren't really close. Sure, she was in the D&D group but... was that all that was needed to fall on her sword for him? He blushed slightly, sincerely hoping that Iris didn't have any romantic interest in him. The hippos were dealt with, then it was the quicksand floor which Edus easily handled, and now there was a tornado ripping through the room.

None of that mattered to him though, as Carolina and Elizabeth were back. "C-Carolina... Are you okay?" Neil asked frantically, trying to see if she was hurt or anything. He didn't know what she had been put through while trapped inside the game. He was just relieved that she was back in the same dimension as them. Having her back gave him a sense of relief but also immense courage. Everyone was back now. They were at full strength. And hopefully, they'd be done with this game soon and Loki would just forget about them and never mess with them.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 17th, 2021 - 9:45 AM

Outside the Mutant Underground HQ -

Magneto's Brotherhood was rather formidable, with his best fighters at his side that day. The Mutant Underground was already acquainted with Pyro. There was also a blue skinned woman with shocking red hair, an older gentleman in a suit, a boy with slimy skin and bulging eyes, and a man dressed in a blue uniform with steel armor. The frog-like boy seemed rather sick, hardly able to stand on his feet as he swayed from side to side. The symptoms would be clear to James instantly - he had M-Pox.

"Of course we have a better way, Mr. Potato Head! Now tell me this, pal! Why is your face so swiiiirly?" Toad asked, his voice high and nasally. The rest of the Brotherhood ignored him.

"The humans have a cure in a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility in California. Once I have retrieved my daughter, I'll bring the facility to the ground and distribute the cures to my mutant brothers and sisters," Magneto explained, fury in his voice - not at James asking him questions, but at humans withholding critical medicine.

The blue skinned woman's form rippled, before she resembled a prominent member of congress - Senator Kelly. "They weren't going to distribute them to mutants for a while - they've been sending batches to congress staffers, giving them to humans who won't even need them," she said with disgust.

Second Floor of the Mutant Underground HQ -

The door to Havok's room opened up. There wasn't any sign of a struggle in the room, just all of the metallic objects were stuck to the ceiling like a super magnet was nearby. Polaris was on the bed, eerily still. "What? No, it's not Polaris. I uh... I used a lot of the sleeping pill stuff I found in medical, she hasn't woken up yet at all... Magneto's probably looking for her," he explained. A few seconds later, Echo ran on up there, yammering about how Magneto was here and looking for Polaris. Havok hit his head against the doorframe in frustration. In his head, this had all been much easier.

"I guess we're fighting Magneto today. I'm not letting him take her," Havok declared. "He's been brainwashing her, I know it. She'd just be his prisoner."
Casper Theriot
Location: Mutant Underground: Dining Room
Skills: Mediumship
Casper frowned for a moment, tilting his head as he stared up at the random objects accumulating at the ceiling. It reminded him a bit of those lost birthday balloons that would drift up towards the rafters and only begin a sad descent a few years later. But unfortunately, he knew this wasn't the case. He had spent his formative years at his father's school, where they had been attacked by a man called Magneto just about every other week. "Soooo have either of you girls ever fought an old Holocaust survivor before?" Casper asked, looking at Zarina and Andy.

All of the serious people had left the room, leaving him to babysit the kids. Casper always imagined that he would have been a great babysitter. The secret was to let the kids do whatever they wanted. He would have given them candy and paid for them to play cool video games. They would have had their first supervised experimentation sessions with drugs and alcohol. And at the end, they would confess their childhood traumas while watching reruns of old commercials on YouTube.

"Casper, you should get them to hide. This isn't safe," Ben said, ever the responsible one.

Casper, of course, ignored him. "The trick is to not be offensive," he told the girls. "So if you're going to do any battlefield taunts, keep them clean. You don't want to do anything that would be inappropriate. Think of it like you're not only fighting Magneto, but you're fighting intolerance at the same time. You have to accept him for who he is as you scream and try not to be killed by metal."
Veil & Sunshine
Location: Outside Jack's Office Building
Skills: Perception
Sunshine had tuned Jack out as she left the building with him. He didn't understand. The Purifiers were responsible for this. Every human on the planet was guilty. She wouldn't have been surprised to learn that humans had bioengineered M-Pox in a lab or something like that. Their entire society was based on killing mutants. They couldn't even be bothered to lie about it on TV. The X-Men were wrong. They could never live in peace.

Humans had killed so many mutants. Sunshine wanted to even the scales. She didn't want to stop until she was drowning in blood, until human families were too afraid to go out at night, worried that Sunshine would be there to rip out their hearts. She dreamed of making a plague even worse than M-Pox, one that would let the humans choke on their ambition and hypocrisy. Sunshine smiled slightly at the thought, a bit of a manic look in her eyes.

Veil raised a slight eyebrow, taking in Jack and Sunshine. Sunshine didn't look like a kidnapping victim. From what she could tell, it seemed she was there of her own free will. That didn't match up with the story that Waverley had shared with her and she didn't think Waverley would have made it up. The only logical conclusion she could come to was that maybe Sunshine didn't even know she had been kidnapped. The kid had been abused her entire life, she probably didn't know what normal boundaries for relationships were. Earlier in the car, she had told Max it was okay if he needed to teleport Sunshine away, that the rest of them could handle things. Now, she wasn't even really sure what to expect from this situation.

"I'm fine..." Sunshine told Waverley, looking a bit confused. She didn't know why Waverley was asking her that. "Marshmallow said there was an intruder at the Underground..."

Yeah, Sunshine definitely didn't know she had been kidnapped. Veil gave a slight nod at Max. Even though they were in the middle of the sidewalk, she conjured up a force field between Jack and Sunshine, roughly the shape of a tall shield. It wasn't nearly as big as she had hoped for, but hopefully it would give Max enough of an edge to get the kid out of there.

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: 12:10 A.M.
Psylocke considered Oliver and Niah's information carefully. She didn't jump into accusations or fake outrage over them insisting on speaking to her brother as some may have. "Brian mentioned he and the Illuminati encountered the skrulls," Psylocke said, breaking her silence. "From what he told me, if I remember correctly, their primary enemy was the Kree... Has there been some escalation of that conflict spilling into our system?" she inquired.

The surface of the water began to ripple, until suddenly a figure burst out of it, dressed in the uniform of Captain Britain. "No luck. Roma hasn't any clue where Luna is..." he said sadly to his sister, before Brian Braddock turned and took in the two agents. "Who might you both be?" he asked.
New York City: 5:30 P.M.
Bonnie Chase
Location: 616 169th Street, Queens
Skills: Blessing of Athena
Bonnie was a bit annoyed that Cass answered before Kwassi had a chance to - it ruined her little trap she had set. She wanted to prove that Kwassi didn't know what he was talking about, that it had just been a ploy to get her to like him and to think that he wasn't misogynistic. But since she was best friends with Cass, Bonnie was totally tempted to express her annoyance in the mature fashion of kicking her shin. Fortunately for Cass' fortitude, though, Matt distracted Bonnie from thoughts of revenge with his question.

Her mind conjured up one name in particular after his question. She ignored Kwassi's little speech about how challenging it was to be a woman in science. Ignoring him seemed to be a safe bet. "There is - was - Ben Barres. He passed away from cancer a few years back. He was a huge name, published a lot of papers in Science, I think he worked on the brain some. Well, more specifically the nervous system." Although the non SciTech members of the group wouldn't know, Science was one of the most prestigious publishing journals. A publication in Science or Nature was a dream for most researchers never achieved.

Bonnie got out of the car and looked at their destination. It looked like an ordinary apartment building. The trash cans were overflowing and the recycling bin had tons of flattened down cardboard boxes leaning up against it. A lady walked by with a purebred white poodle, listening to something with her airpods in. "We should be prepared for anything," Bonnie recommended, before heading up to the door of the apartment building. She pulled on it and it swung open easily, not even having a lock.
New York City: 4:20 P.M.
Amelia Baptiste
Location: 177A Bleecker Street, Manhattan
Skills: Aerokinesis
Forty minutes of flight time later and the unlikely foursome landed in Manhattan. Amelia was pretty beat as she let go of her glider, the engineering creation turning to look just like a staff. Beads of sweat were coming off of her forehead, but she never looked happier. It had taken a lot of work in order to keep her flight sustained so long, breaking her previous records for sustained use of her powers. She was feeling pretty chuffed with herself and she couldn't wait to break the record again. Maybe she'd see if she could breathe air in space by using her powers next!

They were outside a rather old looking building. It had an odd window on the top floor, shaped almost like a giant egg. People on the sidewalk didn't pay much attention to the building, their eyes naturally just avoiding it like it didn't even really exist. Amelia whistled appreciatively. This definitely was the sort of old, spooky manor she expected wizards to live in. "So like, is there a secret knock or something we gotta do, mate?" she asked Sparky, since she seemed to be the one leading this mission. "Or maybe a special phrase or passcode like abracadabra?"
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Catacombs -> Into Ze Woods
Skills: N/A
"What was the alternative?" Megan asked her brother, tilting her head ever so slightly. "The skull belonged to a breathing, living being once - and as of such, she already had a name. Would you care to have your skull called something different such as... Casper?" she then posed. She had thought of the friendly ghost when it came for inspiration in giving Jack another name. She wondered briefly if their names had been changed when they were taken to the orphanage - Megan and Jack were rather dull next to Merlin and Tinker Bell. "And nonsense, Mina would never do such a thing. See? She prefers to poison your drink with arsenic, silly brother. She is a sophisticated reanimated killer." She smiled ever so slightly as the ginger praised the skull's name.

She rushed with the others, heading through the door before Merlin sealed it. The reveal of a secret staircase behind a bookshelf made Megan's heart swoon. She loved all of those old Clue-esque style homes, where secret passageways could be concealed in plain sight. Should she ever be a home owner, she wanted to install in several of those - as well as some stairs that led to nowhere. Once up and out, they came into the woods and Megan paused, recognizing the lake in the distance. "That's where the Lady of the Lake lives... and where excalibur was kept..."
In 🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Runa Johansson
Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 21
Skills: N/A
Runa blinked, not really sure how Klara could think this was going to be fun. This wasn't going to be fun at all. They were going on a mission to stop the end of the world, well more than just the world, the end of existence. If they succeeded, it would be at great cost. And if they failed... Runa winced a bit, not wanting to think about the alternatives, but they bubbled up into her mind. She had images of the world boiling as fire consumed it, strange creatures spilling blood across the land, people screaming as they begged for air, only to choke on smoke and crumble to the ground. She was white knuckling her seat as the elevator opened with a soft ding. "Err, no... I already hit her today," Runa replied to Nadia. She wasn't against hitting Elizabeth again if she tried to scare her.

She stared at the group of strangers that had come to see her with information. She tensed up, wondering if they were about to accuse her of being a spy or something. She didn't know any of them. She only trusted Klara and Nadia, so even if these people had good information for her, she wasn't going to expand her group. If death loomed in her future, she wanted to face it with... friends. "Thank you," she told the newcomers quietly, waiting to hear what they had to say.
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@The Man Emperor Okay, he's good to go. Move him on over. I will reach out to you again once I'm ready to bring him into the story, we aren't quite there yet.
In Forgotten Space → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Catwalk
Skills: N/A
Vinnie frowned a bit, something in Cal's plan didn't quite add up to her. The aliens had to have cameras or something to monitor them at all times. They would know that Noah... She didn't want to voice the thought. They would see Y2K at some point, even if the robot was supposedly dead at the bottom. Was there a blindspot in the cameras? Could they just hide Y2K in the pipes, even though that had nearly killed Luke earlier? She bit her lip and paced back and forth for a minute, filled with jitters and nerves. Nothing was making sense. Nothing was safe. She couldn't even think of a safe course of action.

Manny performed the surgery and Vinnie felt a little green as she watched. Y2K wasn't human, but they were still a living being. They could all easily end up like them, trapped in a body that didn't make any sense, subjected to the will of their captors. It was enough to make Vinnie want to throw herself over the ledge, to drown in all of this melancholy and take the easy way out. "I-is there a blindspot in the cameras?" Vinnie asked quietly. She assumed that there had to be cameras where they all had woken up earlier.
"Could say the same to you, Lana," Raynor told her gruffly. She wasn't at all like he had remembered her. She wasn't the sweet little shy bookworm he had fallen in love with. It was like seeing a stranger possessing her body, a vicious mockery of who Sparks had once been.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 17th, 2021 - 9:40 AM

On the second floor of the Mutant Underground, all of the metal flew up towards the ceiling. It wasn't heading towards the room Havok and Polaris were staying in. All of the doorknobs were ripped from the doors. No, this wasn't Polaris' doing... but whose could it be?
Veil
Location: On the Road
Skills: N/A
Veil rubbed her face and pushed her hair out of her eyes again. At this point, she was wondering whether or not it would be a practical decision to just go bald. Her hair was always out of control and it knew no boundaries. "I'm fine. I'm hanging in there. Once things calm down, I'll take you up on that chat," she told Spark Plug. She was a rather blunt yet even person. She didn't have the bandwidth to process Magik and Moonwalker at the moment, not when Jack apparently was having a mental health crisis. She wished that Glimpse had been well enough to go with them, her telepathy could have been a huge help with this, but she was clearly in no condition to travel.

When Max and Waverley joined them in the car, Veil considered the update Max gave her. A stained carpet, Jack, and cobwebs - that sounded about right. She couldn't imagine Jack having a super fancy office, it was probably in a rundown building that didn't have any custodial staff. The descriptions seemed right. "When we get there, we talk first, fight second. Hopefully we won't need to subdue or restrain anyone. Feedback, you should be able to create a sonic pulse or wave to knock them out if we need it. Max, I imagine you can do something like that with magic. Spark Plug, I doubt you need me to give you any ideas." Spark Plug had actually rigorous training with her powers after all, unlike the other two.
Casper Theriot
Location: Mutant Underground: Dining Room
Skills: Mediumship
With Veil's squad gone, signaled by the roar of the car engine as they departed, Casper let out a yawn and put his feet up on the table. Anyone sitting directly across from him would need to avert their eyes, as Casper's skirt would give them an eyeful otherwise. "So you talk to floating eyeballs?" he asked Zarina curiously. He yawned again, feeling incredibly worn out, despite the most exhausting activity he had done so far that day being scarfing down a pile of waffles. "Is the eyeball an annoying little bitch sometimes? Named Ben?" he pressed.

"I don't have to hang around here, Casper," Ben reminded him. "I could leave."

"Then go! Here, I can buy you a bus ticket to New Orleans and you can haunt a bodega if it makes you happy. Be free, little birdie! Fly away!" Casper shouted at Ben. Ben just sighed and rolled his eyes, but he didn't vanish. He was still leaning up against the wall, looking at the waffle themed feast that Echo and the Boys had prepared. Casper stretched his arms out, another yawn coming out of him like a tired cat. "Well for fun, I like to have sex with my boyfriend, James. Aaaand it's always chill to go to Sephora and swipe new things of makeup. Raves were cool, but I am boringly and delightfully sober at the moment... Maybe I'll start a cult. That could be fun."

"Ooh, yes, give me ideas if you have something that could possibly top Waffle God. I'll also be claiming the catchphrase Professor X is a Jerk!" He was pouting ever so slightly since James had came and then left again. He wanted someone to cuddle up with at the moment, especially since Ben was in a whiny mood apparently. He raised an eyebrow as all the metal forks, knives, and spoons suddenly shot up towards the ceiling, along with Zarina's metal friends. "That's new."
Sunshine
Location: Hallway Outside Jack's Office
Skills: People Reading
Sunshine stopped in her tracks, looking over her shoulder. She could have sworn there had been someone there, trying to tell her something. She didn't feel creeped out though from the notion - if anything, she had a strong sensation of annoyance and hate. She looked around, trying to spot what it was, but all that stood out to her was how gross the hallway carpet was and a large spider in its web up in the corner near the ceiling. It was just her and the Marshmallow, no one else was there.

She brushed off the strangeness of the moment and looked back at Jack. There was something off about him. But even that aside, she knew that he probably wasn't going to just let her go off and exact revenge on Purifiers. He didn't understand how she was feeling. He hadn't cared about Magik. If he had cared, then he would have done something to save her. He would have asked Sinister or whoever to do something. She clenched her fist, feeling incredibly outraged with him. He hadn't done everything he could to save Magik.

"Sure," she said through gritted teeth.
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
Rebecca sighed as Mary turned into a dragon and went on the offensive, sending a blast of ice off towards one of the other winged creatures. They were bystanders to this fight and now they were direct combatants. She hated getting into quarrels that didn't involve them and she thought it was rather reckless of Mary to do so. When encountering two warring bears in the woods, it was a silly idea to throw a rock at them. "Our destinies were not yet entwined - now they are," she said simply to Mary.

She flipped the pages in her Book of Shadows, hoping for a means of robbing one dragon of its sight. Her shield had failed, one of the dragons had fallen, and the Argo III was burning. Despite the web of chaos surrounding them, Rebecca felt calm and at ease. She was as tranquil as still water under a full moon, leaning into her magic. She scanned the page she came to - it wasn't as powerful a spell as she would have liked, but it would do. "Obscure," Rebecca whispered, pointing a finger at the dragon. Her aim was off slightly, but she managed to blind it for a few seconds.

She then snapped the book shut and concentrated. The key to manipulating the Mist was to make the illusion more desirable to the target than reality. She closed her eye, envisioning the Argo III turning around and sailing in the other direction, going off into the horizon - a tantalizing target for the dragons to chase. Meanwhile, the real Argo III would be invisible to its senses. She smiled softly, feeling the illusion set in. One of the dragons went off in hot pursuit of it, while the other circled the area. "Please do not attack them. They believe we've gone off in the other direction."

Somehow, she doubted the other demigods would listen.
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Argo III - Upper Deck
Skills: Superspeed
Leda didn't like the idea that their lives were in Rebecca's hands, as the Teenage Witch muttered something about not attacking the dragons. She knew that Rebecca was rather talented and skilled, but dragons were incredibly dangerous. They couldn't afford to let their guard down. There was something else they couldn't afford too - letting their mast burn up completely. She huffed a bit, made a face at Kiera, before she dashed off at superspeed. Once she found the fire extinguisher, she rushed back over to the mast, pulling the pin and squeezing as she sent the foamy wonder at the mast.

It dampened the flames slightly. Sweat trickled off of her forehead. Leda ran around the mast again, going as fast as she could as she surrounded the flames with the dry chemical reagent. She emptied the entire extinguisher by the time she was done, putting out the fire on the mast and creating what looked like a gigantic tower of shaving cream. At the very least, she figured that wouldn't impact their ability to magically sail. Hopefully they got away from the dragons soon - not including Mary. Demetri was included.
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Uber
Skills: N/A
"I'm aces," Nancy reassured Madalyne at a whisper, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Cult" or not, the structure of Camp Jupiter helped her quite a lot with keeping the flashbacks at bay. She didn't have episodes nearly as often as she used to - and now, her episodes tended to just mean she was receiving prophecies. They rarely involved horrific memories of the darkest moment of her life. It was only the children of Bacchus that brought those on in New Rome. People tended not to really ask her about the Lotus Hotel and Casino, a blessing that she was incredibly grateful for.

Luckily, Niah offered up a brilliant distraction - they were being followed. She cracked her knuckles, daydreaming briefly about letting loose a sonic screech and flipping the car following them over, creating a gigantic explosion on the road. She couldn't help but feel disappointed when apparently Waverley, Marco, and Madalyne had everything handled. Hopefully there'd be a monster or two to kill on the way to Atlas. She needed a good fight. "Hey Waverley, how about you drink some Kool-Aid then and prove this is a cult?" Nancy invited the young legionnaire. "You're part of the Twelfth Legion. By your logic, you shouldn't have any issue with slicing your wrists and dying if I ask it of you."
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