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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


TO: jjj@dailybugle.com
FROM: jewel@thepulse.com
SUBJECT: [Pulse] Iron Man's Press Conference
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Jonah,

This isn't going to be pretty. I can cover this beat for you, but you need to promise no civvies will be out on reporter duty. I'm sure you've seen the conference - Captain America is public enemy number one. The Avengers are going to war.

Also, my usual fee will be doubled for this - let's call it hazard pay.

Keep it sleazy,
Jewel

P.S. I mean it. If I see a single civvie pounding pavement for this, I'll break your face in :-)
St. David's Hospital - Cardiff: 1:20 A.M.
The door creaked open softly as Oliver knocked. Inside, the room was cast in shadows. There were two living figures in the room - one was on the bed, covered in blankets and breathing softly. The other was sitting on the chair, a solemn expression on his face. It was hard to identify any features in the dark, but the figure would look almost familiar nonetheless.

"Olly, Olly, Olly... I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up," the seated figure said, his voice tinged with relief and sadness. His voice was so incredibly familiar, it was as if... The figure stood up, stepping forward and into the light. He looked just like Oliver, only older with a gigantic burn scar on his right eye. "There are so many things I could say to you... But even now, I just hear these words echoing back to me. The good news is, you're right. Iron Man was replaced by a skrull last week. The bad news is, well... You won't like what I do next. But you can't avoid or change destiny," the man said.

There was a sudden blur of movement. The form on the bed was no longer breathing.
The Astral Plane: ???
Maria had so far touched two different sides of the cube. The first side she touched was no longer glowing. The second one currently was. With only four sides left remaining, she essentially had four more possible options for returning to Earth - assuming that one of these was even designed to return her there. Fortunately, there weren't any issues with oxygen in this ghastly and spooky looking plane of existence. Ectoplasm was floating through the air and every now and then, a face would be illuminated - some of them would even be identifiable to her as different prominent psychics.
New York City: 6:20 P.M.
Bonnie Chase
Location: 616 169th Street, Queens
Skills: Blessing of Athena, Hand-to-Hand Combat
"Funny, we weren't the ones who started this fight," Bucky pointed out to Kwassi. His super soldier serum was pumping through his veins, keeping him from succumbing to the paralysis. His limbs were a little stiffer, his reaction times just a little slower. But while he wasn't an official member of the Avengers, it was clear that Bucky was of the appropriate caliber to go toe to toe with people like Thor and the Hulk. "But we will be the ones to end it," Bucky threatened. He swung a punch and missed, but then managed to grab Kwassi's right wrist with his metal arm. Bucky applied pressure, starting to twist it.

"Ma'am, when was the last time S.H.I.E.L.D. was held accountable? Signing ourselves over to their command would just be a way for us to shirk our personal responsibility and let others take the fall for our actions," Captain America argued. One of his legs and one of his arms wasn't responding at all, but he wasn't going to stop. He could do this all day. "What checks and balances are there for S.H.I.E.L.D.? The safest hands are our own." He then threw his shield, aiming for a non-lethal blow but he put too much power into it. The shield went THWACK against Cass' head and her skull would feel like it was vibrating.

Hawkeye was quick to read the room. They couldn't be taken prisoner. He shot an arrow through the hole in the window and the arrow attached itself to the roof of the building next door. He grabbed onto Cap with one hand and helped him along, running out the window as they crashed on through. The arrow/bow/cable combo served as a grappling hook, swinging them on across the way.

The Falcon had Bonnie pinned. She tried to break his grip, but his strength was too much for her. She needed to find some way to trick him, to be clever, in order to get free. She wasn't able to do this by brawn alone. But as fate would have it, Falcon noticed his buddies fleeing the scene. He got the idea. He had giant metal wings folded back on him already, so escapes were easy. He got up off of Bonnie, heading for the exit.

She threw three throwing knives after him - two missed, but one hit dead on. It was lodged into the back of his neck. But by some miracle for Falcon, it didn't hit anything vital. He was able to keep on running outside, his wings splaying as he reached out a hand to grab the Winter Soldier, and the two of them then flew over to the next building to rejoin their allies.

Unless they went in pursuit, the fight was over. Bonnie silently cursed. They had needed a win there. Now, Captain America was going to go and radicalize even more people. They would have the Civil War that Hill had been so afraid of. Hero would fight hero and at the end of the day, there wouldn't be anyone left to protect the people. They would cause so much destruction instead of being able to build something better.
New York City: 5:10 P.M.
Amelia Baptiste
Location: 177A Bleecker Street, Manhattan
Skills: N/A
Strange waved his hands and a bubble of sorts formed around the dagger. The bubble pulsed with light, followed by a similar glow from the blade. "This blade is named Lyting, owned by Raynor, God of Light and Lies... Previously by Frigg, Goddess of Witchcraft and Marriage and forged by... Eitri of Nidavellir," Strange murmured. "The blade was cursed by Frigg so that way only the soul bound to it would be able to hold it without pain. It's more effective than a worthiness enchantment, although not foolproof as I imagine you have learned, Dr. Sparks. It cannot distinguish between its bound soul and their soulmate."

All of this magic talk was going completely over Amelia's head. The names all sounded like people from Lord of the Rings to her. She knew that gods and all were real - everyone did since Thor was a member of the Avengers and not at all camera shy. Still though, she hadn't ever really heard of Frigg and all. Raynor was apparently Sparky's husband - meaning she was married to a god? She looked over at Astrad, hoping he would be just as confused and baffled, but she couldn't see much of an expression on his face. Her only hint towards how he was doing was the bit of snow he had conjured up and that probably spoke more towards boredom than anything else.

"... Sorry, what's going on again?" Amelia asked, really hoping that she could get a quick recap. She got that Sparky wanted Strange's help in finding her husband, but she was really confused as to why Strange was going all in depth on the lore on this knife. It certainly looked like a cool knife, but she wasn't sure how it was going to help them.

"Ironically Dr. Sparks, you do not need my services. This dagger would suffice as a compass on its own. But as you have come all this way, I will at least cast the spell for you as asked," Strange announced. He started to levitate and suddenly, it looked like he had ten arms as he began some intricate magic. A third eye appeared on his forehead. "He's on Asgard. Now, I am very busy, so I must," Strange began, as suddenly the scene shifted and they were all out on the sidewalk, "ask that you do not call again unless it is a dire emergency. Good luck!" the door then slammed shut.

"... What.... But... Maria..." Amelia stuttered, blinking rapidly.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Argo III - Upper Deck -> the Galley
Skills: N/A
"Dear gods, what's got his knickers all bunched up?" Leda commented with a bit of a whistle. Demetri had gone from zero to one hundred incredibly quickly. She knew that Kiera hadn't done anything to him since they had been on watch duty together. It was possible he was just another stupid teenage guy with no handle on his emotions, but she suspected that maybe Mary had turned into a gorilla or something and whacked him upside the head. "Did you do something to him? I wouldn't blame you if you did, I'd just be a bit cross you didn't let us watch," she told the daughter of Demeter. Mary definitely was in a mood - it reminded Leda a bit of the way Demeter in the stories would act when Persephone was down in the Underworld.

"Pfft, if he wanted advice on girls, I guess there are worse people he could've gone to for help," she said, chuckling a bit. She smirked slightly as Kiera gave her a kiss on the cheek, before taking her new girlfriend's hand and following her down to the galley. Leda piled her plate high with breakfast food, easily taking enough for three high school football players to consume. She figured there would be a lot of times where her speed would come in handy during their stops that day and she didn't want to be running around on an empty stomach. That was one thing that DC comics got right - the speedster metabolism was a beast.
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Base of Mount Othrys
Skills: N/A
Nancy's foul mood only deepened, seeing the way that Waverley treated the curse so gleefully. She had thought that cursing her to only speak in rhymes would be enough to teach her a lesson, but clearly more was needed. It baffled her to learn that Waverley thought this was a prank war. But her confusion was swept aside as Waverley went nuclear, accusing Nancy of having feelings of lust towards her aunt Diana. Diana wasn't known for being merciful towards those who wanted to sleep with her and then for Nancy, the thought of being intimate with anyone made her want to puke. It also made her feel like ants were crawling all over skin - as if she was unclean just from the very idea.

She was surprised to hear Emily defend her first - Nancy had a lot of complicated emotions towards Bacchus. He seemed to be the living embodiment of the Lotus Hotel, of the men that night when they... Nancy forced the thought to end before its conclusion. She didn't want to remember what had happened. "Thanks, Emily," she said earnestly. "I'm glad to know you think I'm cool. You're not bad yourself. Now as for what Waverley said... If you ever say something even remotely like that again, I'll ensure that every time you pick up an instrument to play, it will not be in tune. You'll never perform a successful song again. And if that somehow isn't enough to teach you not to tell lies about me, you're going to wish that Pluto was determining your punishment and not me."

Nancy breathed out through her nose, but she was still enraged. She had no idea how Lupa had determined this one was ready for the Twelfth Legion. She wasn't going to spend any further time on Waverley right now, but she had to defend her reputation and her honor. She hoped that Madalyne understood. Nancy bit her lip slightly, hearing that her aunt wanted to speak to her alone. The hunters were going to escort them up to see Atlas - a nice favor and it was a good sign that Waverley hadn't completely destroyed relations between the Hunt and the Roman Legion. Nancy nodded at Madalyne, putting her twin blades away. She didn't need them out to speak with her aunt.

"Aunt Diana... If this is about what Waverley said, it's not true at all. I swear on the River Styx. She's never even been to my villa and I wouldn't do anything to dishonor you like that. She's just being totally grody."
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Nearing Camelot
Skills: N/A
"You do know which end is the one you strike with, yes?" she asked her brother seriously, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Merlin gave the group alibi, indicating that they were pretending to be wedding guests. She had to wonder if wedding guests in Camelot typically carried swords around. She supposed that it probably wouldn't be too unusual, as this place was all about knights and whatnot. Their entire government was based on whoever a woman in a lake gave a sword to as well. She still didn't believe that birth rights were such a thing and she didn't have any intention on 'ruling' Camelot. She would help to raid the city of its oppressors, but then they could have a democracy or something or whatever the people wanted. She was a medical examiner, not a politician.

They were rather close to Camelot now - she could see the walls up ahead. Caravans of people were attempting to enter, with some of them being searched by guards. She frowned ever so slightly. She doubted that the guards would be thrilled to see excalibur, as she assumed that they would be allied with Morgana and Maleficent. And even if excalibur wasn't an issue, they had on them a lot of possessions from their world. If someone had an iPhone with them, how would the guards react to what would appear to be alien tech?

In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: the Blackbird Hangar
Skills: Telepathy
Oops. Guin had forgotten to verbally report the results of her telepathic investigation to everyone else. She had gotten accustomed to Pietro just learning what she had going on in her head instantly, especially since they had just gotten back to New York after a lengthy honeymoon. Her honeymoon had been uneventful, which was surprising given the events happening for the superhero community - with her father battling Captain America in a civil war, only for the shocking reveal of an alien race called the skrulls. From the photos Tony had showed her, they looked a lot like the little green aliens from Toy Story.

She frowned, hearing what Iris said to Mira. That wasn't right. She was about to verbally scold Mira, but she thought better of it, instead using her telepathy to speak directly into Iris' mind: You didn't make her do shit to you. You're a cool person, Iris. Don't let Mira kick you around, okay? She made a mental note to keep an eye on Mira and Iris after all of this was over. Iris' behavior was uncomfortably similar to a victim of abuse. And as much as Guin was constantly cracking jokes, she really did care about the others on the X-Men - she didn't want to be part of a team that just tore each other down like that.

Before Guin could dispense any further Older Sibling(TM) wisdom, though, Iris rolled and their next threat appeared. Monkeys. She wasn't too worried about them at first, figuring that they'd be pretty easy. That all changed though as their situation went from mildly annoying to horrible. The Asgardian had woken up the goth chick and somehow, the monkeys now had knives. Guin had been expecting them to throw poop around, not cutlery! The monkeys were crazy and formidable, cutting up Pietro's arms and quickly overwhelming them - Guin blinked and found herself safely back in her armor just in time, before the monkeys tackled her and her husband to the ground. The monkeys were apparently limitless in number as more and more were coming.

"We're the X-Men, we're not losing to monkeys damn it! We'll be the laughing stock of X themed superhero teams!" Guin exclaimed, before unleashing her suit's uni-beam. It blasted the monkeys off of her, letting her fly back on up to hover above them. She was a little bit worried about them trying to grab at the feet on her suit. "What do monkeys like? Bananas?" The ones she blasted were already getting back up and everyone seemed to be drowning in chimps. She blasted the ones on Pietro with her repulsors, managing to chase them off of him.

She then got an idea. She loved reading the Percy Jackson books. If violence couldn't get rid of all of these monkeys, maybe horrible music would! "F.R.I.D.A.Y, play the worst song in the world full blast!" Guin instructed her A.I. She couldn't help but snicker when she saw the song F.R.I.D.AY. started to play as loudly as possible in the Hangar: Baby by Justin Bieber.
Neil Spellman
Location: the Blackbird Hangar
Skills: Telekinetic Combat
Neil nodded, accepting Carolina's offer of mutual protection. He liked the arrangement, as she was one of the people on the team that he trusted completely. He mostly trusted pretty much everyone in the Dungeons and Dragons group, but the older members of the team were a bit weird at times. Case in point, he was pretty certain that Quicksilver wouldn't hesitate to kill everyone if it meant saving Iron Star. He didn't have much time to think about the weird dynamics of the X-Men though, as Iris rolled and killer monkeys with knives appeared. He half expected to hear them in a thick New York accent proclaim what borough they came from as they slashed and stabbed.

One of them knocked Neil to the ground, the world spinning as he felt a sharp and sudden pain in his stomach. It felt like being stung by a thousand angry bees at once and Neil tried to whack the monkey off, only to feel something wet and sticky. He pulled his hand away, dazed slightly at the sight of his own blood. He had been stabbed in the gut by a monkey - one of the most dangerous spots for a wound like that. He tried to use his powers to fling the monkeys off of him, but he couldn't quite manage it. It was only one the second time with all of his focus that he managed it and Neil slowly stood to his feet, clutching his wound with one hand. His head was spinning as he inched towards Carolina, trying to get back to back with her.

... Why was Justin Bieber music playing???

Runa's eyes snapped open and she rose to her feet. There were monkeys everywhere, strange creatures that she did not quite recognize. She reached her hand out and her staff, Gandr, flew to her. She closed her eyes and opened them again, seeing the world in terms of magic. The monkeys she realized had been summoned and enhanced with magical abilities. She took a breath, planting her staff in the ground in front of her as she began to cast. Her staff glowed a soft black. The spellwork was intricate, but she attempted to dispel it in order to cause the monkeys to revert to normal.

"I require the aid of another mage in ending this spell," she said calmly, as if the room was not being overrun by monkeys and horrible music.

In Ω Heroes of Olympus: the Hidden Gem (Nallore, Morose, Kirah) Ω → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: N/A
"Only a shrug? No standing ovation? Tough crowd," Nancy commented, shaking her head slightly. Niah's non-reaction hadn't really been what she was looking for - at least Madalyne said what she found was perfect. She'd just have to up her game a little bit more, she thought with a smirk. Maybe she would see if she could cause the dragon to explode by her singing. That would definitely cause their jaws to drop. She cared a lot about her friends and keeping them safe, but Nancy was also very prideful. She liked people being impressed and in awe of her deeds. It was the type of attention she wanted - unlike the attention she had received back in Vegas on the strip.

"I think that's a good plan though - Niah first, she can fly as needed, and if we slip we'll just dangle from her," Nancy mused. "It'll definitely beat scaling things in war games," she chuckled. She hoped that neither of them were afraid of heights. They didn't bother her really. She wasn't scared of going up high - she didn't feel a sense of panic at the thought of falling. She had her own fears to deal with.

In Hotel Valhalla: the Missing Apples. (Nallore, Morose & Bluesky44) → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
🐺 Asha Jabari 🐺
Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 314
Skills: Battle Strategy
Asha chuckled slightly. "Adalsteinn the Bloodthirsty? How very," she mused, staring at the goat. She wondered if the goat was just super into Halloween or vampire stories. Had Klara named him after a Twilight marathon, perhaps? It wasn't the worst movie series she had ever seen, but it was definitely in the bottom five. Klara seemed to really be into love and romance though, so it made sense that she would enjoy something like that. Asha didn't really have time for matters of the heart. She liked women, of course, but she preferred to spend her time crafting new weapons rather than dating.

Case in point, she was gifted when it came to strategy. "Well, the lobby would be an ideal place from the amount of traffic it gets. We could also send them to various floors to infiltrate people's rooms. The Feast Hall of the Slain could be useful, but... they may be eaten, which I imagine you wouldn't be a fan of," Asha proposed. "I also like the idea of leaving a bunch of them in the elevator to attack unsuspecting einherji."

In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 17th, 2021 - 10:20 AM

Outside the Mutant Underground HQ -

Three members of the Brotherhood were unconscious - Avalanche, Toad, and Pyro. The others were relatively unscathed. Mastermind yawned with boredom, perhaps wishing that he could have inflicted mental torture on Sapphire for longer. He owed his daughters vengeance after all. Mystique was smirking a bit as Zarina asked who they were. "We're the Brotherhood of Mutants, kid. The only ones who can keep the humans from slaughtering us all."

Magneto nodded. He levitated a small piece of metal towards him and manipulated its shape, until it was a small ruby red token. He then sent it over towards Zarina. She looked like the youngest of the group and her naiveness was palpable. "There will be a place for mutants soon called Genosha. If you go there, bear that token and you will be cared for."

Then just as suddenly as they appeared, they departed. Magneto levitated himself and the unconscious members. Polaris did the same for herself, Mastermind, and Mystique. They must have all had metal threaded through their uniforms.
Casper Theriot
Location: Mutant Underground: Entranceway -> Dining Room
Skills: Mediumship
"That's fucking typical," Ben complained with a sigh. "Give it to all the human politicians first, since who cares about the people who are actually sick and dying?!" He tried not to watch politics if at all possible, since it only made him angry. It also reminded him of how powerless he was - he couldn't vote and Casper always managed to lose his ballot.

"Now now, Caduceus, we must always kiss the asses of the humans because they are afraid of us!" Casper said in a mocking tone, crouching down to look like he was in a wheelchair. His father's "dream" felt so foolish and childish at times. Though to be fair, Casper was usually too drunk or high to really pay attention to the events of the world around him. He knew that it was a horrible time to be a mutant, but he passed for human. People just assumed he was crazy and that he couldn't actually be talking to the ghost of his dead best friend. He didn't have blue skin or webbed toes or a forked tongue.

Ben snorted, amused with the impression.

The green haired child - who had such a striking resemblance to Polaris that Casper had to wonder if she was another kid of Magneto or not - had run off. Less than a minute later, the brunette kid had returned, going into the dining hall. Casper thought for a moment, debating who he would rather go on off after - Magneto and everyone, or the kid. He decided the kid, heading into the dining room just in time to see the kid hugging a leather jacket and whispering something.

"You know talking to yourself is the first sign of madness," Casper teased gently. "Or a reeeeeally good trip. You aren't tripping, are you? Or maybe do you see faeries or something as one of your powers? Or what are they called, the blue smelly things... bamfs, I think?"
Veil
Location: The Car - Outside Jack's Office Building
Skills: Perception, Leadership, Deception
"Ouch!" Veil yelped involuntarily as Feedback used her hair as a handhold. Despite popular belief, it was still incredibly painful for long hair to be pulled on - Rapunzel must have had no nerve endings in her head at all. Instead of shaking Feedback off though, Veil tried to support the girl's weight so as to alleviate the need for her to grip. But once she had buckled Feedback in, the girl then tugged on her hair, forcing Veil to kneel and awkwardly fall into the seat next to her.

"I feel like Mia during the makeover scenes in Princess Diaries..." Veil grumbled. If she didn't love her long untamable hair, she definitely would've been shaving herself bald at this point. She frowned ever so slightly at the important news Feedback had to share with her. They had already established something was wrong with Jack - he had been controlled by Emma Frost. She was worried about Feedback - she sounded terrified.

"Yeah, we're fine - Feedback's just got her hand tangled in my hair," Veil lied. She was used to telling little lies like that in order to keep harmony between various people in the group, so Callie and Jack wouldn't likely have a reason to suspect anything. Jack's lack of recollection sounded so incredibly genuine to her, Veil couldn't help but believe him. It was only because of the intensity of Feedback's fear that she kept an open mind about this situation - about whether or not they really had all the facts.

"Spark Plug, can you take us the long way back? I'm worried about us being followed. Maybe make a few wrong turns on purpose."
Sunshine
Location: Island M, the Bermuda Triangle
Skills: Disease Manipulation, Survival
Sunshine rolled her eyes ever so slightly at Max's comment. "Way to point out the obvious, Captain Fatso," she said with a slight sneer. Her opinion on Max had pretty much gone more and more downhill since she first met him. He was a walking disaster and even though he had left the Hellfire Club, he still had joined their enemies. He had turned his back on his friends. Any other day, Sunshine would've fantasized about putting an arrow through his eye. She realized she could easily use her powers on him and leave him here to die. No one in the Mutant Underground would know.

Her hands were slowly surrounded by green mist as she conjured up a seasonal flu. She stared at Max, imagining him dropping to the ground, succumbing to disease. She raised her hand, about to strike - but she hesitated. The green mist disappeared. If he died, then she wouldn't be able to make his life hell. He'd get off the hook. He'd be let off too easy. And per her beliefs about the afterlife, he'd probably skip out on being judged and wouldn't get eternal torture and suffering.

"We need to make sure we're alone here first. Then find clean water and food. And then pick an area to shelter in," Sunshine instructed Max. She was used to exploring abandoned places and moving in to live there indefinitely. With practiced ease, she went to the hallway on the right. Light was spilling in through the windows, barely illuminating the place. She opened up the first door off the hallway, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

The room smelled like boy. Posters of Felicia Day and old bands covered the walls. The ground was a mess, covered in clothes and random belongings - and there were various highway and traffic signs from around the world just leaning up against the wall.
In 🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Runa Johansson
Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 21 -> Runa's Room -> Hall
Skills: N/A
Runa was happy with the team she was assigned to - as happy as she could be given the circumstances. She trusted Nadia and Klara - Nadia was very sweet and Klara seemed immensely capable, probably since she had been dead for centuries. Runa still couldn't quite wrap her head around the idea that after failing so epically earlier that day that she had died, she was now the prime candidate to save the universe. It felt like a sick cosmic joke - akin to when the kids in school would invite her to a party, only to throw eggs at her the minute she arrived with glee. Was that going to happen when they went looking for Balder - would the others in the hotel pop up and egg them?

"I'll... I'll go get some clothes then," Runa said quietly with a nod. She didn't want to intrude on Klara's personal space. And having a minute to breathe in her room - it didn't really feel like hers - would be nice. She tried to force a smile but she couldn't quite manage it as she retraced her steps to her assigned room on the floor. Inside, she found what looked to be the closet and she threw a few outfits into a bag. She didn't want to bring too many, as it would be too much to carry and would just slow her down. Everything she picked was black of course - she even found a pair of fishnet tights that would go fantastically with some denim cropped shorts. She dared a slight smile looking at everything in the closet. She loved clothes.

She then left the room, not too sure how exactly she was supposed to lock it, before awkwardly rejoining Klara and Nadia in the hall.
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Trainerblue192@The Man Emperor
May 17th, 2021


TO: jjj@dailybugle.com
FROM: jewel@thepulse.com
SUBJECT: [Pulse] Iron Man's Press Conference
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Jonah,

This isn't going to be pretty. I can cover this beat for you, but you need to promise no civvies will be out on reporter duty. I'm sure you've seen the conference - Captain America is public enemy number one. The Avengers are going to war.

Also, my usual fee will be doubled for this - let's call it hazard pay.

Keep it sleazy,
Jewel

P.S. I mean it. If I see a single civvie pounding pavement for this, I'll break your face in :-)
St. David's Hospital - Cardiff: 1:10 A.M.
The ride had been relatively short to the hospital. Once both Niah and Oliver left the vehicle, the chauffeur gave them his card and said they could call if they needed another ride. The car then left, leaving the two of them on the pavement outside of the hospital. As it was the middle of the night, there weren't very many visitors present if any. In fact, the hospital was relatively empty. They wouldn't see anyone else there to visit a loved one. The front desk was unattended, with a piece of paper next to the sign in sheeting saying Be back soon!! :) in purple pen.

Per the map nearby - and due to Oliver's familiarity with the hospital - they would know that his mother's room was on the third floor at the end of the corridor. Easy listening music played from the speakers, creating a relatively pleasant and calm environment. The hospital gift shop was closed, but the vending machines were an option if either of them were hungry.

Neither of them would see any doctors or nurses - but then again, they were in reception. It wouldn't make sense to see them here anyways.
The Gates - Mojoverse: ???
Had Maria ever talked extensively to the original X-Men team or perhaps Serval Industries' X-Factor group, she might have heard about the Mojoverse before. Unfortunately, she hadn't. This would all be new and strange to her. If social media and reality television could have comprised a universe, this was it. Floating advertisements covered the skies. Everyone dressed like they were characters from the Capitol in the Hunger Games. There wasn't much to do here besides getting into the line and heading towards the gates.

The Cube in her hand had one side - the side she touched - glowing a soft, eerie green.
New York City: 6:10 P.M.
Bonnie Chase
Location: 616 169th Street, Queens
Skills: Blessing of Athena, Intuition, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Perception
The man with the metal arm was out on the fire escape. Kwassi had hit him with a paralytic, and at first, it seemed to have worked. Unfortunately, the Winter Soldier wasn't so easily defeated. The compounds pumping through his veins, keeping him alive, weren't going to let him lose the fight so easily. He rose to his feet, looking around quickly before moving forward and turning the corner, spotting Kwassi. He threw a punch, narrowly missing - his fist hit the brick wall of the apartment building, leaving a small crater.

Meanwhile, inside the apartment, "I don't like hitting a woman, but I'll do it if I have to," Captain America said to Cass, shaking off the paralytic that he had been hit with. Only one of the three shots made at him had hit and it didn't slow him down at all. Another agent had tried to do something, although he didn't quite know what. It seemed like he was trying to poke him? Definitely an unusual fighting style.

Bonnie noticed the slight glance Matt gave her. It telegraphed his intentions and she nodded ever so slightly. She did a dramatic and attention grabbing leap over towards Captain America, spinning as she aimed a butterfly kick towards his head. He deflected it with his shield, but his attention was all on her. It was the perfect opening for Matt to attack and he would be able to move flawlessly.

Hawkeye let three arrows fly - one went towards Bonnie just as she spun for the butterfly kick so it missed, another went for Cass and although it hit, her skin was impenetrable. The last arrow went for Matt and hit him square in the shoulder, lodging itself painfully and limiting his range of motion. "Would it kill you all to just surrender and realize you're on the wrong side of history?" Clint called out.

The Falcon had gotten up from the ground and he went in for a punch, targeting Bonnie. She ducked under his fist. She tried to sweep his legs again, but his reflexes were fast this time and he grabbed her leg, knocking her to the ground on her back as she struggled to get free from his grasp.
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Amelia Baptiste
Location: 177A Bleecker Street, Manhattan
Skills: N/A
Strange's mouth twitched into a smirk. He couldn't help but laugh ever so slightly. Among heroes, he wasn't known for having a particularly helpful bedside manner. "I was wondering when you would come to ask for that favor," Strange mused. "I suppose you finally decided to go fetch the boy?" He traced a circle in front of him, glowing golden lines appearing, before he tossed the trap containing Mephisto on through. Strange then retraced the lines and the hole closed, as if he had just accessed an interdimensional closet.

"Where did that thing go? Do you have a special magic shoebox or something that you can hide things in?" Amelia asked. She then experimentally waved her arms through the space where the glowing portal had appeared, half expecting to feel the cage with her fingers - but there wasn't anything there except for air. She grinned, completely and utterly bewildered. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that she had left S.H.I.E.L.D. Maybe she could stick around here and enjoy the craziness of the wizard's stuff.

"It's in my vault, of course," Strange answered her. "Don't - " he began to say, as Maria picked up what looked like an ordinary cube, "touch that... Oh well. I'm sure she can figure out how to come back." He had warned them after all not to touch things that didn't belong to them. And in the order of things he absolutely had to do, helping an agent undo their own mistake was low on the list. His daily schedule was rather full as Sorcerer Supreme and he just couldn't miss his haircut appointment later that evening.

"... Is she also in the vault?" Amelia asked, her eyes wide. She glanced at Astrad, as if to say are you seeing all of this too?? Sparky seemed right at home with all of this weirdness. Amelia backed away slightly from a pillar near her that contained a bottle with a rose inside of it, not wanting to touch it and end up vanished to Doctor Strange's magic closet. She'd rather get a closer look at his cloak anyways - it let him levitate. How cool was that?

"Hmm, there are five possibilities. She could be in the astral plane, Otherworld, Limbo, the Mojoverse, or Nightmare World," Strange answered with a shrug. "Now, Dr. Sparks, do you have anything of his? I'll require something that belonged to him for the tracking spell. If you don't, then the hair of someone related to him would also do nicely." He paused for a moment, tilting his head. "Although I don't suppose your baby has any hair yet."
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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Argo III - Upper Deck
Skills: N/A
Leda raised an eyebrow, curious as to what Demetri wanted to talk to her about. Maybe he needed advice on coming out of the closet to someone? Her mother was pretty much the patron goddess of the LGBTQIA+ community. Aphrodite was way too vain and shallow for that role - plus, rainbows were Iris' symbol. It was meant to be. "Oh, hullo Marygold," she said with a smile, greeting her friend as she came on by. She had to resist the urge to give Mary her thoughts on Demetri's dark secret. Kiera gave the most likely explanation as to why Demetri wanted to talk to her - a dream.

She was the mythology expert on the ship. "Yeah, let's get some food, I'm positively starved. And then, we can all go around and chat about our dreams. Demigod dreams usually have loads of easter eggs and stuff in them, so we might be able to learn a thing or two about our apocalypse," she explained, pretty much for Kiera and Demetri's benefits. Marygold she anticipated would already know all of this, as she wasn't new. Leda's stomach growled loudly. As a speedster, she tended to need to eat more than the average person whenever she ran a lot and she had been using her speed quite frequently.
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Base of Mount Othrys
Skills: Audiokinesis
All demigods had fatal flaws, things that could cause their undoing and likely contribute to their demise. Some struggled with personal loyalty, sacrificing the world to save a friend - others had the vice of pride, believing that they could rise to heights higher than the gods. Nancy Parker's fatal flaw was anger. She was hotheaded and prone to fury and rage, especially when slighted. As one of the newest members of the Twelfth Legion gave her an order in front of her favorite goddess, she saw red. The arrow that sliced Waverley's cheek hardly registered in her mind. All she could think of was how to teach Waverley a lesson about respect.

"Until you can respect your praetor, you'll only speak in meter," Nancy told Waverley, locking eyes with her. It was an application of her gift that she didn't use often. Nancy liked manipulating sound and music in order to make things explode. But as her father was the god of poetry, she could also use it to curse people to speak in rhymes. Hopefully it would teach Waverley a lesson - and if it didn't, she would just need to get more creative and find another solution. Her godly parent presided over far more than just poetry after all.

She took a breath, trying not to let her anger cloud her thoughts more. When she was enraged, her anger was like the heat of the sun. It was fine for a few seconds from a distance, but if the people she cared about got too close they tended to get burned. Prometheus was here. She needed to focus her thoughts. He wasn't really a villain, as he had given fire to humanity and all, but he was on Jupiter's naughty list so it would be a good idea to keep her guard up. "Lady Diana, we're paying a visit to Atlas. We just need safe passage through your camp as we continue on our way, but thank you for the offer of aid."
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