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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: 2:00 A.M.
"I was in the neighborhood, got a tip that something odd was going on here," Fury said cryptically. He wasn't the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. anymore, but that didn't mean he was about to volunteer information if he felt it was better to play things close to the vest. With his one good eye, he surveyed the hallway. It was freezing cold, so cold that Niah and Oliver's breath looked more like smoke or steam. The severed head had ceased screaming. He didn't detect any movement. "Do either of you two hunt?" Fury asked.

He reached into his pocket, pulling a pistol. He didn't wait for them to answer. "A good hunter stalks their prey, takes it down skillfully and peacefully... They don't draw attention to themselves, using the natural environment to help them blend in. But whatever's here, it ain't hunting us... The motherfucker is playing with its food."

Fury then purposefully walked down the hallway, going south, as the power in the hospital died and sent them into pitch darkness.
Ellis Island - New York: 7:50 P.M.
Bonnie Chase
Location: Ellis Island: Far Field
Skills: Blessing of Athena, Intuition, Hand-to-Hand Combat
Bonnie couldn't help but be annoyed when a knock-off Ant-Man flew on up and interrupted the fight she was engaged in with Kwassi. She knew about the CEO of Serval Industries and his corporate superhero team, the Uncanny X-Factor. But Bonnie didn't need to know a thing about him in order to feel that she didn't want anyone coming in and trying to fight her battles for her - especially when they didn't seem to be able to get the timing right on their moves. "I've got this, go help someone else," she told the tiny man bluntly.

She threw a kick at Kwassi, but he would be able to easily block it. Bonnie didn't slow down or take a beat though, continuing in her onslaught of attacks. Her gut was telling her to just keep throwing things at him and eventually, he would have to slip up. Eventually, she would catch him off guard and knock him to the ground, ideally unconscious. She didn't have any hard feelings towards him, there was nothing personal about this fight, but Bonnie hated losing. At one point in her line of attacks, she almost tripped on her own feet - but then, as if the universe decided it was going for an opposite things, the way she ducked down to regain her balance gave her the perfect opening. She was able to punch Kwassi with the hilt of a dagger in the upper chest, the momentum carrying her through and knocking him flat on his back on the ground.
Folly Valeska
Location: Ellis Island: Far Field
Skills: Regenerative Healing Factor (Passive), Acrobat
"Because you don't want to waste my time? There's lot of people here that need stabbing," Folly pointed out sagely to Cass. She whimpered slightly as her wrist was broken. Folly grabbed it with her good hand and forcibly snapped it back into place, feeling the searing pain as her healing factor went to work and quickly mended it. She was back at full strength, meaning that she and Cass essentially were right back where they started. The only difference was they had an unconscious Breacher on the ground near them.

Folly prodded him slightly with her foot. "Are you dead?" she asked. He was firmly unconscious though, and his head was bleeding from the decent whack he had given himself when he fell through the portal. She definitely lost interest in him though when she saw how Elizabeth's plan backfired so spectacularly. Another combatant was shooting at Elizabeth too and she didn't seem aware. "Might I suggest enrolling in a physics course? They're rather educational," she called out to Elizabeth.

She decided not to take care of the shooter though, since how would Elizabeth learn to handle her enemies otherwise? She had to lead by example. Folly did an impressive backflip, soaring over Cass and landing behind her. She then kicked Cass as hard as she could in the back of the neck, knocking the taller, older woman down to the ground. Unbreakable skin wouldn't stop Cass from feeling the strain of whiplash and the difficulty breathing associated with it. Folly then jumped onto Cass' back, wrapping her legs around Cass' neck to keep herself from falling down.

Asgard - Breidablik: 11:40 P.M.
Amelia Baptiste
Location: The Meadows of Nanna -> the Hall of Baldur
Skills: N/A
Nanna laughed, as if Astrad had told her an amusing joke. "I have seen Midgard complete its journey around your star some 15,000 times. To me, you are all infants playing soldier." Nanna gave everyone privacy, not looking at them as they bathed. She seemed to be completely at peace in the meadow, as if she had been born from the flowers and the gentle breeze and the kiss of sunshine.

"Crikey, I don't think we even have a word for your generation," Amelia whistled. She was dressed in her clothes again and she felt incredibly refreshed. She had to wonder if any of the younger Asgardians had started saying okay, boomer to the older ones. And was the longevity of their race an issue - would people just have so many kids that they'd run out of space for them all? Were there several other Asgards for the new generations that just didn't make the cut? Did they have to ask Odin for permission to procreate?

"Our tribe is the Aesir - although we've intermarried with the Vanir so much now, I imagine it's the closest we would have to a generational marker... Although my daughter would call us the Old Ones," Nanna said. Her voice hitched with sadness as she mentioned her daughter. The light in the meadow dimmed and silver tears appeared to stain her face. The goddess sniffled and dried her eyes. "We must be off. My husband should be home shortly and we can see about finding your husband, dear one."

It occurred to Amelia that Nanna must have been really going through something. Had Amelia not been incredibly impulsive, she might have held her tongue - instead, she blurted out exactly what she was thinking as Nanna led them away from the river and towards the gleaming golden palace. "Are you going through something right now? Like, do you want to talk or something?" Amelia asked. "I know we just met and all, but maybe there's something we could do to help you?"

"That's very sweet of you," Nanna said. She didn't say anything else though and eventually, they reached the gleaming golden palace. Darkness had fallen upon the meadow, but the palace was warm and bright - intensely warm, almost unbearably so. The doors were swung open by a jubilant man with sun-kissed hair and an easy smile. It was hard to look at him directly and Amelia found herself squinting her eyes, holding up her hand to try to block out a bit of his image, as if she were looking directly at the sun.

"Husband, I've brought these travelers to our halls," Nanna explained, giving Baldur a kiss on the cheek. "Dear ones, this is my husband - Baldur, God of Light, Love, and the Summer Sun."

"Ah, adventurers! Welcome to Breidablik," Baldur greeted. His voice was thick and warm, comforting and reassuring at the same time.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: the Living Room
Skills: N/A
Unlike everyone else, Guin had gotten out of the entire ordeal unscathed. Even Edus had taken a few good hits, a fact that annoyed her - along with the fact that he had been the one to shout out Jumanji and end the game. Her armor had a few dents and scratches on it, but it had done its job - it had kept her sequestered from the actual blows and allowed her to deal a lot more damage than punching and kicking things would have done. Her telepathic abilities didn't come in handy too often. Guin opened up the armor and stepped on out, stretching her limbs. "I think I'd need to be drunk or high to play that again - or I suppose if Loki pulled the same stunt we'd end up having to do it, since I'd hardly call us willing participants," Guin pointed out.

"Uh yeah, but if we're lucky he'll find it too boring to play the same trick twice so we wouldn't have to. Also no being high, ever, that's bad," Pietro responded, adding the last part in when his brain processed fully what she had said.

"I like that being drunk is okay," she joked, cracking a smile.

"That isn't either, but brain focused on the high part first."

Mary looked really beat up - and Guin wasn't sure if Ed had enough strength left in him to play healer. The Viking LARPers appeared a second later though, moving on through a portal, so Guin was hopeful that maybe she could convince them to do some more magic healing. She wasn't against the use of magic, especially when it could get everyone back up to full strength faster than rest and treatment in the med bay could. Guin couldn't even remember if Hank was around at the moment. The chatty one, Klara, volunteered her services in healing not too long afterwards though, meaning that Guin didn't even need to ask her. "Definitely could use help with the healing people. Mary looks like shit, honestly a lot of people here look fucking horrible. Since we beat this game, I'll call ahead and let the Avengers know to expect us - trust me, you do not want to run into Hawkeye when he's just in his boxers, so it'll give them all a chance to look decent."
Neil Spellman
Location: the Living Room
Skills: N/A
Neil was completely exhausted. His brain was aching from all of the use of his telekinesis, his stomach was still hurting from his injuries, and his stamina was definitely at an all time low. He could hardly believe it when they were all transported up to the living room and if it hadn't been for the injuries, it would have been like nothing ever happened. "Thank you," he said softly to Edus, knowing that he had been the one to roll the dice for the last round. Neil knew that it had been a team effort, but he still couldn't help but have gratitude for the person who managed to win the game and get them all to safety.

He looked at Carolina next, worried that she might have somehow become gravely wounded without his noticing. Elizabeth was strangely quiet, but Neil figured that was probably because Iris nearly burned her alive and that would traumatize anyone. "Carolina, are you okay?" he asked, wanting to check in on his best friend. He had been so worried when she was stuck in the jungle. And when the prospect of hunting Loki down was brought up, Neil felt torn. On the one hand, he wanted to march on down and rip out Loki's spine - and on the other hand, he really wanted a nap. His eyes were fluttering with tiredness as Klara prattled on, as if she were a boring professor for an 8 AM lecture.

"You could look lovely with a ruby eye," Runa pointed out to Klara. "Eyepatches aren't quite in style this millennia, although you may become a trendsetter." She adored fashion. It was something she had in common with her older brother - case in point, she used her magic and chanted a few words, changing up her outfit into something more comfortable. She was in desperate need of a bath after being stranded inside of the game, but at least she felt a bit cleaner. She turned her gaze towards Lance for a brief moment, a blush coloring her cheeks. "I can attempt to cast a spell to track Loki, although it will be difficult without anything belonging to him, and he is unfortunately not a biological relation of mine or Klara's."

In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Camelot
Skills: N/A
Megan tried not to laugh slightly, learning that Hansel and Gretel were the boss. She remembered their tale involved nearly being eaten by a witch who lived in a house made of candy. Megan had always rooted for the witch whenever her adoptive parents recounted that story - it seemed so much more interesting to be a cannibalistic outsider than a gullible child. Hansel and Gretel didn't look like children though. They also weren't nearly as plump as she would have expected. Perhaps they decided not to eat candy anymore. "I assume the witch is dead - that's a pity, I would have liked to meet her," Megan murmured quietly. She still hadn't taken her hand off the hilt of her sword.

"Yes, several questions. Should we somehow become separated, where should we rendez-vous? Do you have the remains of the witch who tried to kill you still and if so may I have them? Does, erm, Red know to expect us? What level of resistance should we expect from the guards - I assume they're trained?" Megan asked seriously, hardly blinking an eye as she requested her answers. "And once we've got Red, where are we going to bring her - back to here? I assume we'd flee the city."
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 :-)
Ellis Island - New York: 7:40 P.M.
Bonnie Chase
Location: Ellis Island: Far Field
Skills: Blessing of Athena, Intuition, Hand-to-Hand Combat
Bonnie struggled to get air back into her lungs, stumbling slightly from the massive blow Kwassi had delivered to her stomach. She felt the tempting urge to just surrender, to just kneel on the ground and focus on the pain. But she was never the sort of person to just get up. She forced her lungs to fill with air and then release it, mentally focusing her attention back on her opponent and away from the pain. Her mind cleared as she feinted a jab, only to then swing her knee upwards, connecting with Kwassi's jaw. The force she delivered was not at all proportional to what someone would have expected for a tiny thing like her - it was more on line with what someone would've expected from Black Widow.

She had succeeded in her first move though - to knock Kwassi off balance. A good crack to the jaw met that description. She then threw a swift kick, aiming for Kwassi's stomach in order to return the favor, but he would be able to block her attack. They were fairly evenly matched. Bonnie was mentally keeping a running tally of possible weaknesses that he had. From what she knew, he was just an ordinary human - he didn't have unbreakable skin or anything fancy like that.
Folly Valeska
Location: Ellis Island: Far Field
Skills: Regenerative Healing Factor (Passive), Adamantium Daggers, Acrobat
Blood was gushing from Folly's broken nose and she laughed, although with the injury it sounded almost more like a noise a dying goose would have made. Within seconds though, her nose repaired itself and the bleeding stopped. "Does my nose look normal? If not, would you mind breaking it again? It doesn't always set properly," Folly complained. The girl hadn't replied to her questioning, but Folly was used to people not responding to her. And at any rate, she was ready to have some fun.

"Non-fucking-lethal Woolf," Wolverine growled, before he darted off to take on his own opponent.

Folly rolled her eyes. "It's so rude, he has no faith in me whatsoever..." Her gaze focused on a point slightly behind Cass for a moment, before she smiled brightly. "But you heard him - lethal it is!" she cheered. She had strange looking knives in her hands - not because of the shape, but due to the material. Elizabeth would recognize them as being adamantium. Folly went into something that could only be described as a feral frenzy, slashing and jabbing at Cass as much as she could with her knives, spinning around her with graceful movements fit for a ballerina. The blades didn't cut Cass' skin, but they did shred her clothing and Folly couldn't help but giggle. She could see Cass' bra.

"Is all of you unbreakable?" Folly then asked, as if raising her hand in a college lecture and posing a question to the professor. "Even the eyes? And other openings?"



Asgard - Breidablik: 11:30 P.M.
Amelia Baptiste
Location: The Meadows of Nanna
Skills: N/A
Amelia wrinkled her nose as Astrad winked at her and she shook her head. "Sorry, mate, I've got a special gal in my life," she told him. Had it not been for Nanna's joyous influence, she probably would have slapped him. Instead, she just moved on and didn't bother elaborating on her comment, not even thinking to clarify that by special gal she meant her quinjet. Romance wasn't really her thing. It seemed too complicated to her and she just didn't understand what drove people to want to smush their faces together.

"Are you and your bloke germaphobes?" Amelia asked Nanna, tilting her head slightly. "I knew a guy in basic like that, he wouldn't let anyone near him unless they misted themselves with hand sanitizer."

Nanna gave Amelia a smile, leading the group through the meadow. In the distance was a gleaming golden palace, it was painful for Amelia to look at even while squinting her eyes. It didn't seem to bother Nanna though and the goddess didn't answer her question about germs. She only spoke again once they arrived at a small river. Sitting by the shore was a basket with soft, fresh towels covered in sunflower petals. Sitting on top was an old fashioned looking brush, as well as a thick bar of scented lavender soap. "Once you have all bathed, we can continue onwards. I ask that the young man avert his eyes to preserve the ladies' modesty," Nanna requested.

Amelia didn't really have any shame when it came to her body. She was feeling a bit sweaty from all of the fighting and traveling they had done anyways, so she stripped on down and neatly folded her clothes up in a pile on the riverbank. She had grabbed the bar of soap and got to work lathering herself up. Nanna must have been used to having to provide soap and whatnot for travelers, or perhaps the basket was enchanted, as there were three more bars of soap available.
In 🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Runa Johansson
Location: Hotel Valhalla - the World Tree
Skills: Stamina, Agility
Elizabeth left a sour taste in Runa's mouth, but at least she had been willing to give her an answer. If she fell, she would be devoured by a monstrous snake. And given her deathly fear of snakes, Runa had to coax her limbs slowly to continue to go through the motions and get ready for the climb. She wished that there was some sort of magic adhesive to let her stick to the tree like Spider-Man. Or a pill she could swallow in the event that she did fall so she could guarantee dying before hitting the bottom. But could they die twice? She wasn't sure. She paled at the idea that falling would always end up in survival and being conscious as a snake ate her, slowly being digested inside of the beast, aware the entire time...

She didn't know what Elizabeth's problem with her was and frankly, Runa didn't need to find a reason for it. She was used to people hating her and picking on her just because she existed. There had been tons of bullies in her school and even though Elizabeth was blind, it didn't mean she couldn't be cruel. Runa gave Nadia a slight nod, although she didn't say anything. She just made sure not to get too close to Elizabeth as she started to climb the tree, just so Elizabeth wouldn't have a chance to kick her off or anything.

The squirrel was definitely freaky too. It was massive, easily the size of a house.

Runa climbed a little faster.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 17th, 2021 - 10:50 AM


Let's get this wrapped up folks. Once we resolve the Jack situation, we'll be moving onto the next episode - I'm itching to move on and get to the good stuff!
Casper Theriot
Location: Mutant Underground: Dining Room
Skills: Mediumship
"Why does everyone always think that I'm high?" Casper whined. "I'm sober. Look, I can prove it even, ask me a math problem! Anything that a third grader could do. Nothing more advanced than that, I'm not Einstein, and believe me the public schools in New Orleans were not that great... Wait, Ben, did I even go to public school? Or did I just block it all out?" he asked his ghostly companion.

"You skipped most days," Ben reminded him. "And you were expelled for putting laxatives in the food for the junior prom."

Casper snickered, remembering how much fun that had been. He wasn't usually a prankster sort, but one of his friends had talked him into it. They had done some edibles, showed up to prom, and decided to make an epic event out of it. So many people had been wearing white dresses or tuxedos going in - so many were in a lovely shade of brown as they left. He stumbled slightly backwards and took a seat at the table, brushing some debris off of the table and letting it hit the ground. His head was pounding like nobody's business and each laugh hurt, but he couldn't help himself. It was too good a memory to look back on.

"Wait, who gave you that? I wasn't paying attention," he asked Zarina, coming back to reality.

"Magneto!" Ben shouted in Casper's ear. Casper jumped and fell out of the chair, hitting the ground hard and bruising up his elbow.

"Damn it Ben, rude!" Casper complained.
Veil
Location: Mutant Underground Garage
Skills: Quebecois
Veil snapped to attention as Callie produced some homemade ketchup and fell into a giggling fit. She didn't understand M-Pox at all. One moment, people seemed fine and normal - the next, they were ready to be sent into the loony bin, as if they were at the mercy of some plague god who was rolling the dice just to see what would happen. "Deep breaths, okay?" she urged her friend. Her eyes were on Spark Plug as Feedback talked, yet Veil listened intently to her theory. Sunshine's primary ability was to spread disease. With the M-Pox crisis raging on, she could understand why some people would be afraid of the teenager. "You might be onto something, Feedback. I imagine Glimpse might be able to find the answer in Jack's mind..."

She trailed off at Sapphire's jarring news. What had gone on exactly with Echo since they left? "What... His legs...," she began to ask. Only seconds later, her twin brother showed up, rushed her, and began squeezing her tightly. She studied his face, seeing the wetness of his eyes, and Veil hugged him back. "Je t'aime aussi1" Veil mumbled to her twin. She was a private person with emotions, and at least not everyone around spoke French. "Après ça, nous allons parler, d'accord2?" she then added. It wasn't a request.

"Where's Glimpse? Sapphire, can you grab her and get her in here ASAP?" Veil then asked. "And James too, someone needs to get Spark Plug sorted. Then I want everyone together to debrief what happened."

Sunshine
Location: Island M, the Bermuda Triangle
Skills: Survival
"Was it an accident when you joined the people who killed Erg?!" Sunshine shouted down at Max. Bits of twine and whatnot were stuck in her teeth from her attempts to gnaw herself free from the rope cage. And as much as she wanted out, she wasn't going to let Max have the final word in the argument. If joining the people who murdered Erg was how Max moved on from the past, then Sunshine was perfectly happy to cling to it. Her eyes widened slightly as he summoned a knife and threw it at her... and missed pathetically. "Seriously?! You throw like a Barbie!" Sunshine shouted.

"Are you trying to make a fool of yourself? Because with the fancy clothes and the stupid hair and the drooling over people and setting everything on fire, it really seems like it. It's not that hard to throw things and hit your target! If you're throwing the knife at me, you have to mean it, damn it Max! Look at my forehead, visualize the knife hitting it, and then fucking throw it and kill me. And if you can't do that, then you're more of a loser than I thought." Sunshine then went back to gnawing on the rope, confident that Max would miss again.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: the Blackbird Hangar
Skills: Perception, Battle Strategy
Guin could have chosen to not be petty - she was perfectly capable of just nodding at Edus' comment and accepting that maybe he had some musical knowledge. After all, he had saved Pietro's life a few turns back. "Dear god, I think Edus has been replaced by a skrull who digs music," she quipped. She noticed Lance decide to start flirting with the goth Asgardian chick in the middle of battle and she had to resist the urge to instruct F.R.I.D.A.Y. to record the entire reaction so Guin could make a set of reaction gifs out of it.

The vines were apparently a problem, even with the goth's spell preventing any member of the X-Men from getting hurt. Iris was making flames after flames and while the vines were on fire, they weren't breaking. "Huh, so fire does shit all to them. Lovely." Guin's mind kept bouncing back and forth, wondering if any of the weapons in her Iron Star armor would actually hurt the plants then. She considered her repulsors, uni-beam, and lasers to be different from fire - but these were magic vines, so maybe they wouldn't share her definition. There wasn't much point in wondering though - experimentation was the way to go here, so Guin shrugged slightly and let the vines have everything. She fired off her uni-beam, repulsor blasts, and even used her precision laser!

BAM. Bethany was down. BOOM. Mira was free. ZAP. Neil was out.

"Hey babe, mind catching those people?" Guin called out to her husband.

"Sure thing," he responded as he zipped around catching people and setting them on the ground.
Neil Spellman
Location: the Blackbird Hangar
Skills: Telekinetic Combat
Vines had ensnared him, like a snake constricting around its prey. Neil really hoped that the Asgardian's spell had worked out, as he didn't want to be killed by plants of all things. His wound at least wasn't bothering him as much anymore - probably since the raw fear and terror pumping through him as the plants lifted him off the ground and into the air was one hell of a distraction. He let out a whimper/scream, kicking his legs as if that would help him somehow. Annie had been freed by one of the Asgardians and Neil's eyes widened as Stark fired off a LASER AT HIM! He shut his eyes instinctively, feeling the grip of the vines vanish and then he was falling. He screamed, only to feel a pair of sturdy, muscular arms catch him - he couldn't help but feel like he had just been caught by a Greek God or something.

When he opened his eyes and realized that Quicksilver had saved him, he threw up slightly in his mouth. He really hoped none of the telepaths had heard that thought of his... At any rate, he focused his energy up at the two people still ensnared by the plants. He used his telekinesis and ripped apart the vines that had caught Elizabeth, before then using his powers to catch her/slow her descent to the ground. He put her down as gently as he could, before turning his attention to Iris. It didn't work at first - maybe the vines being on fire were interfering. But he tried again, hoping to free his teammate. "Iris, can you stop flailing?" Neil asked. He couldn't really pull it off.

"Hello," she said softly to Lance. She gave him a slight smile, although it faded when the vines charged towards them. There was work to do and a more serious nature took over her. Runa knew that they needed to retrieve this game board in order to proceed and end Loki's spell. Fortunately, she was familiar with the magic used to enchant it, as it was the same magic used to trap her inside of it. She began to chant softly under her breath, casting a tracking spell so she could pinpoint where the game had been taken. She divined the location of the game and raised an eyebrow. The game was being dragged towards a giant yellow carnivorous pod. "There," she called out, pointing at it. She conjured orbs of darkness in her hands and then threw them out, tendrils elongating and wrapping around the game as she played tug of war against the vines.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Argo III - the Galley
Skills: Greek Mythology
Leda nodded as she heard Demetri's questions, smearing some marmalade on a piece of toast as she munched on it thoughtfully. While she felt obligated to help the new demigod out, her primary duty was to her stomach. She didn't even notice the cheeky wink he gave her, which likely was for the best. Sons of Zeus, winking at girls? That was a story she did not want to live out. She also wasn't too bothered by Arthur's lack of interest and attention. He was probably majorly depressed and traumatized at this point, so the fact that he was putting sentences together was impressive to her.

"You joke, Isley, but it'd be a real pity if your Iris Messages never went through," Leda teased. She didn't mind the title Princess Rainbow Unicorn. She finished her piece of toast, a bit tempted to burp but she refrained, trying to be a bit lady like. "Maybe Morpheus? He's the god of dreams and all," she answered with a shrug. "I don't know anything about a shrine to Phoebus in the Pit. Fun fact, that's where monsters go when you kill 'em. They reform in the Pit and when they're ready, they pop on out, like Lauryn said."
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Base of Mount Othrys
Skills: N/A
"Pfft, for Apollo to teach me how to shoot, he'd have to remember I exist," Nancy said. She blushed a bit red a second later, hoping that she hadn't offended Diana or anything with that. She had issues when it came to her father and she knew the way he apologized was through gifts. He hadn't noticed when she was trapped in the Den of the Lotus Eaters for decades. She doubted that he would even notice if she died on this quest. Oh, wait, I had a kid named Nancy? She died? I missed the funeral? Whoops, my bad. "Thank you, Lady Diana, again," Nancy said, slinging the bow over her shoulder. She did an awkward little head bow, before leaving the tent to rejoin the others.

Outside, she noticed that people seemed to be crowded around Prometheus. She couldn't help but be wary of the titan. Only Niah, Mads, and Marco were there - she wondered briefly if Emily had gone off to kill Waverley somewhere. She walked up to the trio. "What did I miss? Anything very?" she inquired. Marco was off to the side staring at some sort of makeup compact from what she could tell. She hoped it was a magic item, and not that he was concerned about having an acne breakout or something.

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: 1:50 A.M.
Nothing seems to be making sense, is it? Oh well.... Let's get on with the story!

The ocean sounds were still coming off from somewhere in the distance, although Niah would not be able to hear them. The head stopped screaming, growing still in Niah's hands. Perhaps the universe realized that such a thing shouldn't have been possible. Had her hearing been operating, she would have heard footsteps before the face loomed into view - a dark skinned man, one eye covered with an eyepatch.

"Any of you motherfuckers want to tell me what's going on?" Nick Fury, ex-Director of SHIELD, demanded. And had Niah been using her super hearing, she would have noticed that he had no heartbeat.
Ellis Island - New York: 7:30 P.M.
Bonnie Chase
Location: Ellis Island: Quinjet
Skills: Blessing of Athena, Intuition
The quinjet touched down on Ellis Island in the large and expansive field, about a football field away from Team Captain America. Bonnie's heart was beating incredibly fast, knowing that they were about to do something that they couldn't turn away from - they couldn't just take this back. The events happening today would be brief but their consequences would ring for years, maybe even decades to come. Even though Flynn had been replaced with a skrull, she could imagine what he would have done - he would have defected to Cap's side, throwing his flames in a rage.

As they got off of the plane, Bonnie let out a slight sigh. No one had made a move to attack yet. Iron Man and the others were all assembled into a line - on the other side, she could see that Captain America's side was all in a line as well. It looked like the start of a sporting match, as if this had just been a friendly skirmish and not the first (and hopefully last) superhuman Civil War. "I've got a bad feeling about this," Bonnie mumbled to Cass. The group then moved forward, decreasing the distance between them and Captain America's group until they were only twenty feet away.

Something was really bugging her, eating away at her. She recognized a lot of people who had sided with Captain America. Hawkeye was the only one that hurt. The only one she felt an emotional connection to.

"Last chance to surrender, Cap," Iron Man called out, wearing his full armor.

".... You didn't assemble a small army to come here and talk, Tony."

"Neither did you."
Folly Valeska
Location: Ellis Island: Far Field
Skills: Regenerative Healing Factor (Passive)
Folly's life had fallen into a bizarre rhythm since she escaped the mental hospital. She had fled the country and went to her ancestral home, Romania. She had stayed there for a while, until the voices got too much and she woke up covered in blood - for the safety of those around, she moved. She kept on going from place to place, having a complete breakdown that resulted in a need to move, and so the cycle repeated. She made a bit of a name for herself as a mercenary, ending up in Madripoor at one point.

It had been by chance that she was in New York when all of this went down. Wolverine had found her in a dive bar. He had asked - no, insisted that she join them all on this quest, pointing out that if registration went through, she'd be put back in a mental ward. Or even worse, she'd be taken into SHIELD custody and placed in a coma for the rest of her life.

"Are you actually that young?" Folly asked Elizabeth. She gave her a strange sort of smile. Her life had started going odd when she was young. The ugly, prominent scar on her neck was proof of that. She hadn't bothered covering it up with a scarf today.

A screech sounded off in the air, as Iron Man's uni-beam fired off, slamming into Captain America's shield. The first shot of the war had been fired.



Asgard - Breidablik: 11:20 P.M.
Amelia Baptiste
Location: The Meadows of Nanna
Skills: N/A
"Mate, you sure she speaks English? I never like it in the movies when everyone just assumes the aliens or whatever can speak English, it seems kinda silly that our language should be the universal standard," Amelia said softly to Sparky. The singer's image looked rather strange to her - her form was shifting. Her hair seemed almost animated, reminding Amelia of cherry blossom trees. The woman's eyes were a glowing amber and she radiated warmth - Amelia's heart couldn't help but feel light and airy, filled with joy.

As if they were in some sort of Disney movie, a trio of hummingbirds - or what Amelia thought looked like them - flew on over and landed lightly on the flower crown in the woman's hair. She laughed and it sounded like the peeling of bells. "I am afraid you have me confused with a different goddess," she said, smiling at Maria. Her smile would fill Maria with joy and bring up all of her favorite memories, the things she held most dear. "My name is Nanna, Goddess of Joy and Devotional Love. Welcome to Asgard."

Amelia's jaw dropped slightly. The glowing ring had worked then - they had had the answer all along, just like Dorothy with the slippers in the Wizard of Oz. She wished that she had brought a little primer or something on the who's who of the gods and goddesses of Asgard, as she had no idea who Nanna was beyond what she just said. Devotional Love sounded a little weird, a little stalker-y to her but maybe it was just an old stuffy way for something innocent, like normal Love. "Uh, thanks! We're looking for this bloke, her husband... I guess she should probably be the one to tell you, uhhhhh, yeah."

Nanna nodded seriously, walking up to Sparky and taking her hands in hers. An intense feeling of love and warmth would wash over Sparky. "Who is your husband, little one? Marriage is within my dominion and such bonds are sacred to me."
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Megan Pendragon
Location: Camelot
Skills: N/A
Things were rather odd. The lack of security had been picked up by most members of the group. She wondered if things had always been like this in Camelot and if they had been, it certainly explained what it had been so easy for someone to depose King Arthur. Her father. Megan's lips quivered ever so slightly into a frown at the thought. She had to remind herself that her only real connection to him was biologic - and, she supposed, the magic sword that she now possessed. The next stop on their trip was at a rather dingy tavern, complete with a guarded door and the mention of someone called the boss.

The door locked behind them as they entered and Megan's frown only deepened. She didn't know if there was another exit, another way to get out of this tavern if they were in a hurry. She also wanted to know who the boss was. She assumed it wasn't King Arthur, as Merlin would have mentioned if he were in Camelot. She tried to think of other fairy tale beings and for a brief, fleeting moment she wondered in amusement if Peter Pan were about to stroll on out and greet them. At any rate, she was tensed and guarded, prepared for anything.

She took a seat at a table, her hand resting on her scabbard.
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