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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: 2:20 A.M.
The demon bear was only growing more and more powerful - it wasn't weakening at all. Fury's words would perhaps come back to haunt them - that the demon bear was only playing with its food. The more afraid Oliver and Niah were, the more powerful it became. Niah's time with Doctor Strange gave her an edge though - she'd be able to realize that what they were dealing with was magic. They didn't have any magic users around though, perhaps they could have called Captain Britain for help but would he even arrive in time? What stuff usually was helpful in movies about witchcraft - salt and iron? Or was the key something more fundamental like cutting off the source of the demon bear's power?

The demon bear swiped at Oliver with its claws and missed him, and Niah luckily dodged a fatal blow that went her way. Had she not moved, the bear would have killed her instantly. It let out a roar, somehow growing larger in size. Its glowing red eyes were almost smoke like.
Ellis Island - New York: 8:10 P.M.
Bonnie Chase
Location: Ellis Island: Far Field
Skills: Blessing of Athena, Jack of All Trades (Medicine), Enhanced Physiology, Perception
Captain Marvel was still coming to blows with the Black Panther. The Invisible Woman and Mister Fantastic hadn't made any significant progress against the Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Hawkeye had managed to hit the Wasp with an arrow, knocking her unconscious. Iron Man and She Hulk were fighting Captain America, Spider-Man, and now Hawkeye all at once. The Human Torch and Wolverine were at a stalemate so far. Agent 13 took the Black Widow down, taking a breath before joining in on the group ganging up on Iron Man and She Hulk. Poor Alchemy though, the ICER dart would finally cause her to slip into unconsciousness.

Kwassi's accusation that Cass had killed a teenager rattled Bonnie. Despite her better judgment feeling that it was an emotional ploy to get her to let her guard down, Bonnie turned her attention away from Kwassi and looked over at Cass. She saw the girl with a metal arm on the ground and from her vantage point, she couldn't tell whether or not she was living or alive. "This isn't over," she promised Kwassi, before Bonnie sprinted over towards Cass and the others, making a beeline for Elizabeth. She didn't have time to go through methodically all of the flaws in Kwassi's argument, not if he was right and there was a dead teenager, she had to know, she had to be certain.

Bonnie managed to weave around the active combatants, coming to a halt and kneeling on the field next to Elizabeth. She checked for a pulse first and she was incredibly relieved to find one, a strong one too. From what she could tell, it looked like the teenager had just been hit by an ICER blast. She let out a sigh of relief.

Folly Valeska
Location: Ellis Island: Far Field
Skills: Regenerative Healing Factor (Passive), Acrobat, Adamantium Daggers, Toxin Immunity
"Do you know what it means when you try something over and over again, expecting different results?" Folly asked with a giggle. "It means you're insane. And for an insane person to have to tell you that? It means you don't even know you're insane, which is an entirely new level of crazy!" It wasn't clear whether she was taunting Matt or Cass - probably both of them. Her mutant powers were a regenerative healing factor and toxin immunity. As long as she could move and had energy, she could keep on getting back up and attacking again and again.

"Also, is your blood type A+? Your eye had a certain sweetness to it, almost like soy sauce," Folly added, doing a cartwheel. This was all just a game to her. And since Cass had killed her, she didn't see any reason to hold back. She ignored the blonde Battle Nurse that came on by to check on Elizabeth, although she did wonder whether or not she would be considered an in-network provider. Insurance was such a scam like that.

Since she couldn't break Cass, she decided to try breaking the other person present - proof that she wasn't doing the same thing and expecting different results! She sliced at Matt with her dagger and he'd be able to narrowly dodge out of the way. She stabbed again and Matt would be able to block with his ICER. "Stay still, please?" she asked, batting her eyes as she sliced again and Matt would be able to dodge once more.

Asgard - Breidablik: 12:00 A.M.
Amelia Baptiste
Location: the Hall of Baldur: Entrance -> Healing Room
Skills: N/A
"Please, just call me Baldur - or if you are a bit formal, I've also gone by Baldur the Beautiful over the years," Baldur corrected Astrad with a soft smile. The temperature in the room went up several degrees just due to his smile. Amelia remembered something about gold being really hard to melt, so maybe that was why Baldur and Nanna appeared to have gone all out on gold for construction. She did wonder though how the flowers weren't bursting into flames, but she figured maybe Nanna's magic or something stopped it? It was a question waaaay above her paygrade at any rate.

Nanna nodded at Maria's comment. "Oh yes, I adore flowers. When you are as old as I, you learn to follow your bliss," she said kindly. "If you're interested in gardening, I could see if Idunn would be interested in meeting with you? She's the goddess of spring and youth, a goddess after my own heart."

Forseti glared slightly at Nadia, as the drumstick picked itself up from the table and then hit Nadia in the head. "My baby sister is in Helheim for all I know and you expect me to be merry?" he snapped at her. He got up from the table and headed to one of the rooms behind the feasting area with a golden door, slamming it shut behind him.

Amelia blinked, trying to take in what had just happened. She had no idea why the bloke had stormed off in such a fit. She didn't like the way the blonde girl talked about her and her companions, as if they couldn't answer for themselves, but Nanna's joy was infectious. The anger she felt quickly went away and she didn't even ponder whether or not this was emotional gaslighting on the part of the goddess. "Hi, I'm Amelia Baptiste, we're here like Sparky said looking for this gent named Raynor," she explained.

Speaking of Sparky, Amelia saw her going off into one of the side rooms. She didn't think splitting up was a great idea, so she followed along on after her, poking her head in. Her eyes widened a little bit as she stepped into the room, seeing a naked guy on a bed of flowers. The room itself didn't even make sense as a room, it was inside but really felt like she was outside. "... So do you know this bloke or are ya just staring at his dick, since that's creepy if you are," Amelia whispered to Sparky.

"Oh, that poor soul... I found him in the riverbed some months ago near death," Nanna said, coming into the room and sighing. "He's been in this state since then, never waking. He just sleeps."
In 🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Runa Johansson
Location: the World Tree -> Boston, MA
Skills: N/A
Ratatoskr's words hit their mark this time, deflating Runa's self esteem in record time. Her chin wobbled first and her breath hitched. She tried to avoid the inevitable, but she couldn't. He was right - no one loved her. She didn't even love herself, so how could she blame them? Her life hadn't meant anything and her death was just a cosmic joke. She wasn't capable like the others here - they had superpowers and what could she do? Nothing. Tears spilled from her eyes and blurred her vision. She couldn't force herself to climb, just wanting to dissolve into nothingness and die - again. She wished for an afterlife where she didn't exist, one where she didn't have to feel this pain. There was one thing she knew she could do to make the pain stop - her fingers itched for a razor. It felt like she had been clinging to the tree, crying her eyes out in misery for hours before she could make herself move again, before she could continue her descent.

She struggled with the idea of just jumping into the portal and hoping her head would be bashed in against the pavement. Each movement of her arms and legs felt completely impossible. When she passed through the portal and hit the ground, it didn't feel real - it all felt like it was happening to someone else. Her head was spinning and all she could do was cry, unable to even breathe naturally. She was having a complete breakdown, not even aware of her surroundings. She could have been in Paris for all she knew.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 17th, 2021 - 11:10 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! Also, I love how Havok is unconscious on the ground and no one's even moved him :P
Casper Theriot
Location: Mutant Underground: Dining Room
Skills: Mediumship
The world was spinning like a figure skater at the height of her career, competing for the gold at the Olympics. Each time Casper blinked, he noticed something else about the room. The first thing was the smell. It was an odd mixture between barf and sugar, reminding him of one of Jack's ex boyfriends. He giggled at the thought, only to then discover that there was an immense weight on his lungs, making breathing difficult and laughing uncomfortable at best and deadly at worst. The next blink, he noticed that Spark Plug had rejoined them. Wouldn't she look so much better with some pink highlights? Or some blue ones, to match her sparky aesthetic?

Blink. What was Greenie's name again? His brain short circuited for a moment before providing him with the answer - Veronica, of course! "Veronica, sweetheart, it's okay if you're not 21. I'm not going to snitch on you. I was doing far worse at your age and Maman hardly gave a shit," Casper enthused. He lost track of Ben but he figured he couldn't have gone too far. There wasn't really a lot of room to move around in here. Casper rolled over slightly on the floor, before moving his arms and legs as if he were about to make a snow angel. "Oh and just know, if a boy pressures you into prom sex, just punch him in the dick."

"Your advice just gets better and better."
Veil
Location: Mutant Underground Garage
Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation
"Feedback, I need you to get out of here, go find Spark Plug and stay with her," Veil ordered, like a mother trying to get her kids away from something potentially traumatizing. She knew that Feedback wasn't in any shape to deal with this, especially after what Jack had done. Fury was boiling in her stomach and she had to remind herself to direct it towards Sinister, not Jack. Once Glimpse repaired his mind, she'd hopefully be able to give them a better idea of the extent of what Sinister had done - and how much blame Jack had for his actions. Jack had broken free from her force field and her brother had sent a laser blast off at him, tragically missing. Sapphire's powers were apparently a no-show, only adding to the pressure put on Veil.

"Any time now, Glimpse!" she shouted. She kept throwing force fields at Jack, trying to encapsulate him, but they weren't sticking. Her concentration was off. The more Veil got angry at herself for messing up, the sloppier her techniques became. She needed to slow down and focus, going fast and rushing wasn't helping in this situation. But as it stood, the best she could do was make a shield out in front of herself - she couldn't trap Jack inside another cage. She just hoped Glimpse was about done.
Sunshine
Location: Island M, the Bermuda Triangle
Skills: Survival
Sunshine's eye twitched slightly in irritation as Max intruded her headspace, but she didn't cuss him out. In terms of religious beliefs, she was hellenistic - she believed that there was a mystical mountain home to the gods, ruled by Zeus the Thunderer. She had always connected deeply to the tales of Apollo, adopting him almost as her patron of sorts - filling the role of a father that she never had. So when Max told her that there was a ghost in the building and that was what was making such haunting music, she believed him instantly.

"Calm the fuck down," she thought, not really sure how this communication worked. She had a plan. She knew that ghosts were subject to the will of Hecate and she knew that Hecate was also associated with crossroads. "I'm going to invoke a goddess and ask her to banish it. Just need to find something for an offering. Can you summon up some like ribs or something?" Sunshine asked. She conjured up a ball of disease, using it to illuminate her path.

She wanted to find a place where two hallways met, a crossroads of sorts. She crept forward, going deeper into the mansion. The haunting melody was becoming closer and closer and her heart was pounding so incredibly fast, she thought it was going to burst. The color drained from her face as she spotted the ghost. It was holding an axe and wearing a Victorian looking gown covered in blood. The woman looked almost manic, as if fire was dancing in her eyes, and a chill went down Sunshine's spine as the ghost met her eyes.

Sunshine abandoned her plan and ran in the other direction as the ghost lunged at her.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Junk Yard of Hephaestus
Skills: Sword-Fighting, Agility, Superspeed
Leda swore under her breath in ancient Greek. "I bloody hate repeats. Once you kill one Colchis bull, you've killed 'em all if you ask me," she complained. She had last faced one when she had been tasked to save Calliope along with Kristin and Zeke. It had been the most dysfunctional questing group in history, especially since they almost adopted a baby in the process. The bull knocked Kiera under a pile of rubble and Leda saw red. She tugged down on her pendant and it transformed into her sword, Ultraviolet, glowing a furious shade of red. She dashed forward at superspeed, swinging her blade and connecting with the bull's armor.

It sadly wasn't that easy a thing to kill. The armor was made from celestial bronze. She took another swing, aiming for a chink in the armor. She hit her target and the bull sparked - it had already been hit there once before evidently, someone must have damaged it. That was probably why it was in Hephaestus' junk yard. The god of the smith was done with it and didn't bother to fix it, so he just tossed it aside. Leda was fluid with her movement and she swung her sword again, jabbing down into the chink and this time, her strike was true. The bull collapsed and died. Leda was panting ever so slightly, the Colchis bull had been rather hot (temperature, people).

"Kiera, luv? You alright?" Leda asked, picking up what remained of the bull - a nose ring. It was about the size of a bracelet and Leda slipped it onto her wrist. She'd put it next to her other trophies at Camp Half-blood after this was all over.
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Base of Mount Othrys -> Garden of the Hesperides
Skills: Strategy
Nancy looked a little bit impressed, learning that Waverley had managed to kill the pit scorpion. "Maybe you're not completely useless after all," she told Waverley. Nancy held grudges for a long, long time - had Waverley not insulted her earlier, she would have given her a real compliment instead of a veiled insult. The description Emily gave as to how Waverley killed the thing did make her chuckle internally. It reminded her somewhat of her own fighting style, when she didn't use her knives she tended to sing and make heads explode. "Thank you, Lady Diana," Nancy said, bowing her head slightly as well.

Kallisto's bow felt heavy on her back as she traveled with the others, leaving Diana's camp. They arrived in a beautiful garden, so gorgeous that it made Nancy feel a bit sick in the stomach although she wasn't sure why. A dragon was curled around a tree with glimmering golden apples in its branches. Waking up a sleeping dragon was not something she had on her to do list, although it wouldn't have been the first dragon she fought. "Avoid the tree, keep your voices down, don't talk if you don't have to," she instructed the others in a tense whisper. She took the lead and began to creep forward silently through the garden, staying as far from the tree as she could.

In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Neil Spellman
Location: the Living Room
Skills: N/A
Neil nodded, accepting Carolina's help as he got onto the couch. "It hurts, but I'll live," he told her, smiling slightly. He had to resist the urge to use D&D terms and go I'm not bloodied to indicate his health. The healing he had received so far had really helped, but now that he was coming down from adrenaline he was feeling all his injuries a lot more keenly. He really wanted to roll over and take a nap, his mind felt like a bowl of soup after all of the use of his telekinesis. Neil could have easily slept for a month or more. He couldn't help but laugh, then wincing in the pain laughing caused, at Iris' joke.

He definitely knew that not everyone really liked Iris, but she was incredibly funny. Her humor reminded him of those weird British sit-coms, the sorts that Americans couldn't handle unless they remade it - like the British version of the Office. He didn't really see the gameboard anywhere, but he couldn't have helped out with the magic. The most he could have done was offer to call his aunties or maybe his cousin Rebecca and ask if they wouldn't mind tracking down the God of Mischief. He wondered briefly what they were up to at the moment - were they in the garden, inspecting the harvest? Were they down in the mortuary, preparing bodies for burial? Were they dancing around a fire in the forest in the nude?

Runa ran her fingers through her hair, trying to brush out some of the glitter. It was rather hard to do so since she typically wore her hair in complex braids, not the easiest scenario for getting things out. Glitter was one of the substances most resistant to magic as well in her experience. Even if she banished it, some of it always remained. It was stubborn like that. She found that the board was just sitting there and she picked it up. She closed her eyes, opening up her Third Eye and peering as to where Loki was. His location was foggy. "He's somewhere in the place called New York," she informed the others. "Once we fell Loki, he will face justice in my brother's court."
Guin Stark
Location: the Living Room
Skills: N/A
Guin didn't have a very high opinion of Asgardian justice. They had supposedly locked up Loki back in 2012 and yet, he had gotten free somehow to terrorize people. She really had expected that the ancient society would be able to hold Loki for more than just a decade at a time - especially since Asgardians loved to go around about how short a human lifespan was, that it was the blink of an eye. So then, by that logic, they would throw Loki in their Asgardian prison and before they could blink, he'd escaped! Though, she supposed Thor wasn't exactly known for his wits and since he was next in line to be king, maybe Asgard wasn't known for their IQ.

She walked over to a corner by herself, so that way she could have some privacy. She took out her phone and dialed her father's number. The phone rang a few times, before she heard a click on the other end. "Hey, Dad?" Guin said tentatively, hoping that he had actually answered it and it wasn't J.A.R.V.I.S. or something taking the call instead.

"Hey there Penguin how's it going?"

Guin decided to cut to the chase and not beat around the bush. “Don’t worry, we’re all fine here. But Loki is on the move," she said bluntly. She figured her dad would have questions, but it got the important information out of the way - namely the who and the what.

"Wait what?"

Maybe she hadn't been as clear as she thought she had been. “He attacked us, we’re coming over.”

"He did what?????"

Maybe Tony was finally going senile? Did he need hearing aids? How was she unclear? "He tried to kill us with Jumanji, you know like the movie, but we’re good.”

"...Okay."

Finally. But somehow, she was unconvinced that he actually understood anything she said at all. "See you soon, Old Man."
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: 2:10 A.M.
The lights in the hallway flickered back on, illuminating Fury's silhouette at the end. The lights then went out again and both Niah and Oliver would hear the sound of gunshots, followed by a feral growl. The ground shook and there was a gigantic crash. The lights flickered on in time for Niah and Oliver to see as a monstrous bear, easily the size of a school bus with glowing red eyes, swallowed Fury whole. The bear let out a howl, before charging after Niah and Oliver, easily closing the gap between them. With its teeth, it caught the fabric of Niah's shirt and lifted her up towards the ceiling, before shaking its head around like a dog with a cute animal it wanted to kill and devour. Oliver would have a choice to make - he could escape while the bear was distracted and leave Niah to die, or he could try to save her and risk getting himself killed.
Ellis Island - New York: 8:00 P.M.
Bonnie Chase
Location: Ellis Island: Far Field
Skills: Blessing of Athena, Intuition, Hand-to-Hand Combat
"Thanks, I kick ass," Bonnie told Kwassi matter of factly. She knew a lot of people underestimated her as she didn't have powers, she was just an ordinary human, and she had been recruited through Sci-Tech. To a certain extent, they were right. She couldn't throw around blasts of cosmic energy. She couldn't teleport or walk through walls. But she didn't need those feats, she just needed her mind and a bit of luck. "Today, it's yours," she then added on.

She got on up to her feet, before an idea occurred to her. She hadn't moved fast enough to make her next move before Kwassi would be able to get up, but she figured it would still work. She kicked at the ground as hard as she could, hoping that the grass and dirt were loose. Bits of dirt and grass flew up, hitting Kwassi in the eye and temporarily blinding him. A small part of Bonnie noted with interest that was probably one of the reasons why superheroes tended to wear masks. The rest of her followed through with her temporary advantage, punching him in the side of the head. It would hurt, but Kwassi wouldn't bleed from it - if anything, it would just add to his sensory disorientation.
Folly Valeska
Location: Ellis Island: Far Field
Skills: Regenerative Healing Factor (Passive), Acrobat, Adamantium Daggers
Folly Valeska was definitely dead. Her head was at an unnatural angle on the ground. Her heart had stopped beating and she wasn't breathing at all. By all appearances, Cass had just snapped the neck of a teenager - not very many people present knew that Woolf was about 22 years old in all actuality, with her exact age fuzzy due to some time traveling she had done a few years back. The Breacher would finally start coming to however, his vision blurry at first and the voices around him a bit distorted, until everything would come back into focus.

Around the field, various supers were locked in combat. Captain Marvel was fighting the Black Panther. The Invisible Woman and Mister Fantastic were in a two on two match against the Falcon and the Winter Soldier. The Wasp was rapidly changing her size, avoiding the arrows Hawkeye was sending her way. Iron Man and She Hulk were taking on both Captain America and Spider-Man at once. The Human Torch was up against Wolverine. Black Widow was up against Agent 13.

Suddenly, Folly gasped for breath and sat up, animated with life again. "I think I'd like to file a complaint about police brutality," she told Cass, narrowing her eyes. She went into a frenzy. She leapt up from the ground with deadly grace, slashing Cass wherever she saw an opening like a swarm of piranhas. The technique wasn't without its merits - she managed to stab Cass in her left eye - but at the same time, it left Folly incredibly vulnerable to attack.

Folly pulled her dagger out, the eyeball impaled on the tip. "Ha! An eye for an eye!" she declared, before biting the eyeball with her teeth and pulling it off of her blade.

Asgard - Breidablik: 11:50 P.M.
Amelia Baptiste
Location: the Hall of Baldur: Entrance
Skills: N/A
Baldur smiled kindly at Astrad, sending that he had somewhat low self esteem. "I wouldn't know about that, my boy. You're one of the first Midgardians to set foot on Asgard and in fact, this group today are the first ones ever to grace the halls of Breidablik," Baldur explained. Nanna hadn't answered Maria's question about her daughter, pretending not to have noticed it. "Oh, right!" Baldur then exclaimed, realizing the problem. He went inside before coming out with a wicker basket. Inside were tubes of sunscreen and sunglasses. "I always forget to leave these outside for any mortals coming by. It's SPF-5000, make sure to reapply every 30 minutes you are in our halls, otherwise you will burn to a crisp and go straight to Helheim for the dishonorable death."

Amelia blinked. "Come again?" she asked, her head swimming with all of the Norse names and figures. She grabbed a pair of sunglasses from the box and put them on, finding instant relief. She could look at Baldur without feeling like she was burning her eyes. She grabbed one of the tubes of sunscreen as well, feeling the heat on her skin and the immense amount of sweat she was putting out as her body attempted to cool her down. "What's a Helheim?" she then added, being more specific as to what was confusing her.

"Oh, the halls of the goddess of death," Baldur explained nonchalantly. "I would try to avoid it. Valhalla is a much better afterlife, although of course being tended to by Freya would be lovely. You spend eternity preparing for battle, but you are in the sweetest meadows with flowers from every color of the rainbow and several beyond it..."

Nanna shot her husband a disapproving look. "Dearest, remember our agreement? No talking about death outside of the Yuletide season," she said, whispering the D-word.

"Right, I'm sorry, petal," Baldur apologized, kissing his wife on the forehead. "Now, come inside friends! Let us feast and toast your arrival!" He opened the doors to the halls more fully, gesturing for them to follow him to the feast hall. Amelia quickly lathered herself up with sunscreen, not sure how it was going to stop her from burning up, but she wasn't about to question magic. She didn't question the science-y stuff Sci-Tech people put out, so she didn't want to start now.

Inside, the walls and floor were crafted out of gold. Prisms and flowers were placed as decorations and mistletoe dangled from every doorway. From a doorway to the left, there was the sound of a babbling brook. To the right an open door showed a sitting room of sorts, except instead of sofas and chairs there were giant flowers, flowers so big they seemed to be able to support a person. At the end of the hall was a large feast table with four chairs. One of the chairs was occupied by a stern young man. Three doors split off at the end of the hall, each with a different norse rune on the door. One of the doors stood out from all of the others, as it was silver instead of golden.
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Camelot
Skills: N/A
Megan was disappointed there weren't any remains of the witch. She would have liked to see if magic use impacted the corpse. Remains could tell a story of how a person lived their life, indicating whether or not they broke their wrist as a child - maybe there would be some evidence that they knew how to cast fireball. The news that they would be sending calls for others after this mission told Megan two things: 1) they weren't going to get any backup on this and 2) they had to be the most qualified people for the job. She knew her way around a sword, but she was hardly impressed with the lot assembled.

She decided to pass on having a drink. All she would have wanted was tea and she wasn't particularly thirsty or hungry. She'd find something during the night. She was an insomniac after all and likely wouldn't be able to sleep much, but she was used to functioning that way. Her mind was always just active when the moon was shining. "I don't have a preference. Put me with whatever group needs me and my sword," she said. "Jack should be on the distraction team though. He has the muscle mass of a limp noodle."

In 🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Runa Johansson
Location: Hotel Valhalla - the World Tree
Skills: Stamina, Agility, Norwegian
Runa nodded meekly at Klara's words of encouragement. She reminded her a bit of the guidance counselors at school - idealistic and chatty. She was waiting for Klara to start talking to her about transcripts and personal essays and what universities she was interested in applying to and what she was intending to study. Runa never really was interested in higher education - she wanted to just do her own thing off by herself. Maybe she would have opened up a metaphysical shop on Etsy, as she wouldn't need to see anyone ever and she could just spend her time off in the woods. That wasn't really in the cards anymore as she was dead and on a hopeless quest to save some supposedly dead god that she had never met before.

As she continued to climb, she braced herself as the squirrel barked at her - apparently bark was another English word for insult, she noted. She blinked and then smiled slightly. "Det er det? Det har ikke vært en dag jeg ikke har ønsket å drepe meg selv i årevis. Jeg hater hver centimeter av meg selv. Jeg føler meg som et spøkelse som har et lik. Du kan ikke få meg til å hate meg selv mer enn jeg allerede gjør," she whispered to the squirrel.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 17th, 2021 - 11:00 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
Casper couldn't help but feel puzzled - he was certain he had heard someone say the word Genosha before, but for the life of him he couldn't remember where. Whenever he closed his eyes and tried to picture it, all he could think about was a vacation he had gone on with some of his dad's students when he had been little. He had cried the entire plane flight - shockingly, Cyclops didn't have any paternal instincts when it came to little boys afraid of heights. "Ben, do you know anything about a Genosha?" he asked.

"Isn't that the pretend country from Princess Diaries, with the pears?" Ben asked, although he wasn't really sure. He had wandered on over to the girls and was listening to their whispers. "Cassie, they're talking shit about you," he announced with a smirk.

"Ugh, rude. This is why you can never trust a pack of teenage girls. They go to the bathroom in groups, they're not normal," Casper whined. "I think you're thinking about Genovia though. Genosha is whatever... well whatever it is. Maybe it's where Magneto gets his immortality juice? Since how the hell is he not dead yet? He survived the Holocaust and it's 2021 - it's just weird at this point. And he's still having kids? Aren't his balls just one wrinkly sack by now?"

Casper swayed slightly, before stumbling forward and hitting the ground, promptly vomiting up his entire breakfast. "My waffles...." he sobbed.
Veil
Location: Mutant Underground Garage
Skills: Quebecois, Invisible Energy Manipulation
Veil realized her mistake not too long after she had made it. She should have asked Glimpse to telepathically whisper to her the results of her investigation. Jack's mind had been tampered with by Sinister, he wasn't thinking like himself - he was thinking like a cruel, sadistic monster. He had been playing along the entire time with their fears of Emma Frost and now that he was exposed, he only really had one option - to attack. Veil instantly blamed herself for his attacks on Glimpse and Feedback. She should have known better. She shouldn't have been so sloppy. "Glimpse, I need you to work on undoing the damage to his psyche. Everyone who's sick or injured, get out of here. Everyone else, we keep him contained and try to avoid any lasting injuries. He's been mindfucked, this isn't the Jack we know and love," Veil instructed calmly.

She had no intention of telling Jack where Sunshine was, even if she had known. She hoped that Max and Sunshine were off somewhere safe and she would figure out what had happened with those two once this crisis was handled. They didn't have time to waste. Like she was bending an invisible force, Veil surrounded Jack in a bubble of her force fields. The bubble would barely be visible to most people, looking like a shimmering purple field of energy not unlike Violet's powers from the Incredibles. With him trapped in there, he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone else and Glimpse would be able to repair his mind quickly.
Sunshine
Location: Island M, the Bermuda Triangle
Skills: Survival
Sunshine's eyes widened as Max unceremoniously cut her out of the ropes. She fell the nine or so feet and rolled slightly as she hit the ground, minimizing the damage. She didn't break any bones, but her body would definitely feel bruised and sore for a few days. She hardly missed a beat as she snatched up the knife, wanting to let Max be in possession of it, especially given how bad he was at throwing things. That was half of the point of a knife anyways - you either slashed or stabbed with it, or you threw it. "Thanks, Twinkle Toes," Sunshine said. Her voice didn't have any affection to it, hardly sounding nice at all. "I didn't need your help. I could've gotten out on my own."

She got up from the ground, before offering Max a hand. He didn't exactly look steady on his feet at the moment. Sunshine stiffened all of the sudden, as she could have sworn she heard something. "Shut up," she told Max instantly, even though she had been the one talking. She listened a little more carefully as a haunting melody was coming from within the building. She inched her way over to the door and she pressed her ear up against it. Whoever was singing this lullaby, they were coming closer. It sent a shiver down her spine. She looked back at Max. He was too weak to really defend himself. She didn't know why she did what she did next.

"Hide," she whispered to him, as she slipped out the door.
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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Argo III - the Galley -> Upper Deck
Skills: N/A
"Bloody hell, never figured you were obsessed with earthquakes," Leda commented, impressed with Mary's knowledge. She wondered whether or not it was a Demeter thing, being connected with the earth, or if it had just been from boredom or curiosity that Mary kept up on current events. She quickly pieced together a theory though - if there had been some major earthquake, maybe a shrine to Apollo had fallen into Tartarus? "And yeah, Elysium's wicked cool. It's where all the best heroes end up. If being a good person isn't good enough for ya, then the eternal party is one hell of a motivator." She grinned with confidence as Kiera gave her a kiss on the cheek and Leda jumped out of her seat with the news that they had arrived. Finally. She was getting so tired of staying still!

She went up with Kiera to the top deck, snaking an arm around Kiera's waist. She took in the view with a gasp of astonishment. Leda had never seen so much celestial bronze in one place before in her life. Scraps of it were piled up in mountains, looking every bit the junk yard of a god. The news that some of it could be active and lethal sent a bit of a chill down her spine, not in fear but rather in anticipation. They were demigods. Nothing was ever going to be easy. They'd have to fight something here. She climbed down the rope ladder after Kiera, before picking a direction at random. "Wanna be partners, luv?" she asked, walking towards one of the mounds of stuff.
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Base of Mount Othrys
Skills: N/A
Nancy processed the information she got from Niah. She didn't trust Prometheus, especially given that in the last conflict he had sided with Saturn and the other titans. She'd need to hear him swear an oath in front of Niah in order to take his words as being credible, but there was no harm she could foresee to having the Legion ready for a fight. Best case scenario, Prometheus was lying and nothing would happen. Worst case, he was telling the truth and New Rome would need to stand without its praetors. Hearing that Emily ran after Waverley into the woods caused her to sigh ever so slightly. She was sure Emily would be fine, but she had the impression that Waverley would be the type to eat berries without considering whether or not they were poisonous.

"No," Nancy whispered back to Madalyne. "Don't worry, you haven't gotten rid of my lovely face just yet, Crane." She winked. She would have teased her co-praetor more, but they had business to discuss. If the titans were trying to spring Atlas, they had to have some immortal shmuck to take his place. Mortals were too weak to hold up the sky for very long. And knowing the titans, she couldn't help but have a grim fear that they would use Diana. "The Hunters of Diana captured Prometheus, by right he is theirs to deal with. I'd recommend dragging him off in chains and reinstating the old liver-and-eagle trick, but again, not our place to decide. We should move onwards and deal with whatever's going on with Atlas. They'll need to get someone to take on his burden and us heroes wouldn't last long, so odds are, we're going to end up saving a god or goddess."
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