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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
St. David's Hospital - Cardiff: 1:50 A.M.
Ordinarily when someone dies, their vital signs fade away to nothing. Yet the heart rate monitor for Oliver's mother kept on beeping steadily, getting even stronger in fact. His father stared in astonishment as Oliver's mother opened her eyes, burning with new intensity and light. "I love you too, sweetheart," she said softly, smiling at him, beaming with so much pride in her son.

Quietly standing in the doorway was a doctor smiling gently at them all. Dr. Wendy Larson wasn't about to interrupt the moment, even though she had come here with an urgent message for Thane, son of Thanos. Her eyes flickered briefly over to the blood transfusion bag she had used before Oliver's arrival on his mother, noting that the bag still had an ever so slightly blue tint.

As for Niah, things weren't nearly as charming. The doctors were working rather quickly on her, beginning the nasty process of amputating her leg from the knee down. They put her under anesthesia for the procedure, so we'll check back in on Niah later :)
Ellis Island - New York: 8:50 P.M.
Bonnie shook her head sadly. "If it worked, we would've known Flynn had been replaced beforehand," she said truthfully. She wasn't one to claim that she could do things beyond her abilities, to boast and brag about her scientific prowess. From what she could tell, the only way to tell if someone was a skrull would be either using Niah's power to look into the past or getting a telepath on hand. Unfortunately, the most powerful telepaths tended to be mutants and they didn't have the best relationship with SHIELD.

"Crazy acrobat? That's so rude of you, jeez, you know my name! We survived Hel together, Alex!" Folly shouted. Falcon had her arms pinned behind her back and he wasn't about to let go any time soon, but it was helpful that Folly wasn't really struggling either. She was just having fun trolling the President of the United States.

"I don't recall electing you team leader, but whatever," Hawkeye told Kwassi. The person present with the most experience there was the Winter Soldier and Hawkeye wasn't about to suggest Bucky for leadership - the dude was crazier than a bag of cats. "I've got a secure location we can go to," he added, lowering his bow. "Crazy can't go though. We'll need to drop her off somewhere. Maybe rich boy can take her at Serval."

The Winter Soldier nodded, lowering his weapon as he went onto the quinjet, although he kept a close eye on Jakobsen. Agent 13 followed suit, as did Falcon and the rest. Bonnie bit her lip slightly, wondering what they could even do. If Jakobsen really was Jakobsen, then that meant that a skrull had impersonated the President. And if he wasn't, then there was another line of issues directly stemming from that. It did make sense though. It was easier to take over a country from the inside.

She didn't like the idea of whether or not skrulls were taking out other world leaders as well. "We need to make contact with Niah and Oliver," Bonnie said quietly to Cass. "And Sparky and the others, too." Hopefully they weren't being replaced by skrulls - she really hoped that Niah was still Niah, as they were going to need her.
Asgard - Breidablik: 1:00 A.M.
Forseti, God of Justice, Reconciliation, and most recently Retribution as well, strode into the healing meadow with his father. Forseti had a certain burning intensity in his eyes as he stared at the captive skrull. "I'll hear her in my court once the sun rises," he determined. He snapped his fingers and Maria vanished. The Asgardians would know that one of Forseti's abilities was a teleportation of sorts, where he could instantly transport people due to stand trial into Odin's dungeon.

Forseti then took in the rest of the room, his eyes lingering on Raynor longer than anyone else's. Amelia couldn't help but find the guy really creepy - but then again, she'd never been a huge fan of aliens throwing people into prison, although she knew that skrull!Maria deserved it. It didn't seem like they would have gotten any information out of her anyways, short of torture and there was no way Amelia would have any part in that. "Is there anyway you can, I dunno, ban her from Earth or something, mate?" she asked Forseti. "Just in case you find her not guilty or whatever - like a space version of a restraining order, just for an entire planet..."

The God of Justice, Reconciliation, and Retribution didn't answer Amelia. Baldur, the ever joyful god, looked incredibly troubled. From what he had surmised, Midgard had been invaded by shapeshifters. "Forseti and I will go speak to the All-Father. Perhaps the Host of Asgard can provide some aid for our Midgardian friends," Baldur proposed. "Nadia, would you mind asking the same of Lady Freya? We could use our allies from Vanaheim."

Raynor didn't hear anything anyone else was saying - he was just staring at Sparky, considering the implications of what she was saying. She figured out he had been replaced a day later. There was a chance that the baby wasn't his. The logical conclusion then was that Sparky had been raped by a skrull and his eyes lit up with rage and fury. His anger and hatred consumed his thoughts and emotions so much that the sight of his long dead father didn't cause him to choke up with tears. "I'm going to fucking kill every last skrull," Raynor growled. "I'll rip them limb from limb, starting with the one who raped you. Where is he? Is he in SHIELD custody?"

The color drained from Amelia's face as she heard what Raynor said. She had no idea what to say or do in this situation. She had just met these people and it was as if they were on season six of a soap opera and she was just a new cast member. Even Nanna seemed visibly uncomfortable with it all, instead waving her hands as the flowers retracted from Astrad's wound and while there was a visible scar, it was all healed.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 17th, 2021 - 12:30 PM

Casper Theriot
Location: Mutant Underground: Garage
Skills: Mediumship
It felt like Christmas morning to Casper, realizing that James was indeed going to be coming with them! He was going to a strip club with his two favorite people in the world, both of who had a name starting with the letter J! He wondered briefly if Sinister's real first name also started with the letter C and if that would explain his mother. He still didn't understand how she found his father attractive at all. But then also, given the significant age gap between them, Casper doubted that their relationship had ever been all on the up and up as well.

"I think that our first step should be margaritas," Casper suggested. "I remember Sunshine told me once her favorite place to hide was at the bottom of a bottomless alcohol beverage in a strip club!" He grinned widely at his brother, hoping that he would just sigh and accept the fact that they would be getting drinks on this rescue mission. "And we all know Max would love a male strip club - the Glitter Factory is a male strip club, by the way, for those of you playing along at home," he added. "Maybe Max strips there. He could dress in drag as the Scarlet Bitch!"

He waited for James to get into the car first, since Casper not-so-secretly wanted to sit in James' lap to "save space" for others.

"Casper, come on, maybe be serious about this?" Ben prompted with a sigh.
Veil
Location: Mutant Underground Garage
Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation
Veil had a bad feeling about this entire mission. The address Quicksilver had given her was more than foreboding - it was terrifying. And she knew that that was the real reason the X-Men weren't showing up on this job. If the X-Men went to this place and the media got news of it, it would set back mutant rights for decades. The Mutant Underground though could be written off as a small group of insane people, probably even just lumped in with the Hellfire Club, and shipped off to the Raft while the X-Men remained the perfect mutant citizens. "The Eisenhower Executive Office Building," Veil told Sapphire, her voice feeling hollow. "Right next door to the White House," she added.

Veil closed her eyes for a brief moment, concentrating on the car and everyone inside of it. Slowly, the car vanished from sight, becoming invisible. No one from the outside would be able to see them, but crucially everyone inside of the car could still see. If they were seen at all, the Secret Service would be all over them in swarms, even though they were the good guys. Who would believe them though? It also didn't help that the current president was the ex-leader of O.M.E.N., an organization infamous for killing mutants. Veil didn't buy that he was reformed. People like that didn't just change overnight.

"So this is a suicide mission," Havok commented, breaking his silence.

"If we get caught, yeah," Veil answered honestly. "We're expendable. Xavier doesn't give life saving cures without a price." She wasn't bitter though. She knew that Xavier had to make choices and decisions to protect mutants across the globe - she had signed up for this, accepted the reality that in order to help others she herself would be in danger. The others had too when they joined the Mutant Underground. "If anyone wants out, say the word. Last chance."
Sunshine
Location: Island M, the Bermuda Triangle
Skills: N/A
Sunshine's mood was pretty soured now. It was much easier to be upset than it was to be happy, so she decided to just wallow in her poor temper. "Is that a spell book or something?" she asked. She couldn't read the title really, due to her poor reading skills, but it looked old and musty to her which usually in the movies meant an ancient book of spells. Hearing that the book didn't help that at all just caused her irritation levels to rise. What was the point of Max having magical powers if he could only use them to strand them on a weird island and not get them back to D.C.?

"If I have to pick between dying talking to you or a coconut here, I'm picking the coconut," she muttered bitterly. Yup, Sunshine's prickliness was back in full force. Had someone just walked into the room at that moment, they wouldn't have had any idea that Sunshine and Max had reached a major milestone in their frenemy relationship. "Like seriously, what's the point of you being a wizard or whatever if you can't just poof us back to DC? Magik could've done it blindfolded," Sunshine complained, sniffling slightly. Her stomach then growled loudly.
In ๐ŸŒณ Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard ๐ŸŒณ → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Runa Johansson
Location: Boston, MA -> Nidavellir
Skills: N/A
Runa was incredibly confused as to why Boston had a bar filled with little people. While she was fluent in English, their vocab tests in school hadn't really covered mythological creatures. She had to use context clues and when Klara explained that dwarves were shorter than average, she assumed they were just little people. Maybe it was nice that they had a place like this to gather, who was she to judge? She certainly didn't have any idea of what that life must have been like. She had blushed slightly though when Klara offered to help her go fix up her makeup. "It-it's fine, thanks," she said meekly. Nadia had started moving towards something purposefully and Runa followed her, having very little idea what they were doing there.

She followed Nadia through the door and frowned, confused as to what had just happened. They had taken a tree and now they just had to walk through the door in a bar of short people? Nadia repeated the word dwarf and Runa realized that she probably wasn't understanding it correctly. "Oh, do you mean dverg? Like... the little men in Snehvit og de syv dvergene? Who sing to the princess?" Runa asked quietly.
In ฮฉ Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes ฮฉ Officially Done → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
๐ŸŒˆ Leda Storm ๐ŸŒˆ
Location: Junk Yard of Hephaestus -> the Ship
Skills: N/A
Leda chuckled slightly at Demetri's fear of their evil twins being in the Roman Camp. "Nah, mate, that isn't really how any of this works," she answered. The confusion was understandable though. The Greek gods had Roman aspects and personalities, but they weren't separate deities. They were the same. If anything, it was more likely that every demigod could one day have an identity crisis and realize they had a distinct personality living in their minds that was Roman rather than Greek. But even that, Leda knew, was impossible. Their reality was strange but it wasn't that strange.

She helped Kiera along back to the ship, climbing up the rope ladder after her. She had hardly gotten on board before she saw the lumbering giant heading slowly towards them. Her heart sank slightly, but she wasn't surprised. The gods didn't like people taking their stuff, even from a junk yard. She had hoped that having some Hephaestus kids with them would be enough to bypass any curses or traps, but clearly that wasn't the case. "No one do anything stupid," Leda recommended. "We just gotta get clear. I doubt it'll follow us out of this place."
โ˜€๏ธ Nancy Parker โ˜€๏ธ
Location: Mount Othrys
Skills: Audiokinesis
Nancy raised an eyebrow at Atlas' reveal that they were going to force Terminus to take his burden. As far as she was aware, Terminus wouldn't leave New Rome. She resisted the urge to laugh a little bit at the idea of the God of Boundaries holding up the sky. She doubted he would leave his post for any demigod, so it just made her feel better about how foolish and unachievable Atlas' plan was. She didn't flinch with surprise at the howls as a pack of werewolves appeared, shifting back into their human forms. She had already known someone else was there and she had killed werewolves before.

"Consider it done," she promised Mads. Marco's charmspeak seemed to be working and others were slowly picking off the werewolves, so Nancy cleared her throat slightly. It would have been better if she had a proper vocal warmup, but beggars couldn't be choosers. They didn't have the time for that. She started tapping her foot to the beat of Last Christmas by Wham!

๐ŸŽถ "Last Christmas, I gave you my heart /
But the very next day you gave it away /
This year, to save me from tears /
I'll give it to someone special" ๐ŸŽถ

She could feel the vibrations in the air from her song. She could feel the vibrations sweep out into the expansive space, brushing up against the werewolves, moving inside of their ears and into their brains. She manipulated the waves through her song and right as she finished the first verse, five of the werewolves' heads exploded. Nancy smirked slightly, still tapping her feet to the beat. She went to start the next verse and her voice cracked - she really should have warmed up - but ever a performer, she pushed through it.

๐ŸŽถ "Once bitten and twice shy /
I keep my distance /
But you still catch my eye /
Tell me, baby /
Do you recognize me? /
Well, it's been a year /
It doesn't surprise me /
I wrapped it up and sent it /
With a note saying, "I love you, " I meant it /
Now, I know what a fool I've been /
But if you kissed me now /
I know you'd fool me again" ๐ŸŽถ

Blood started trickling from three of the werewolves ears, but none of their heads exploded. Nancy was really wishing that she had a glass of water or something with her at the moment, she knew that her vocal range was usually much better than this. Of course, it wasn't that her singing skills were bad - they were amazing, she was a child of Apollo using her natural gift. She just was a bit of a perfectionist when it came to her performances.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades ๐Ÿ‘ฝ → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Neil Spellman
Location: Stark Tower - Top Floor
Skills: N/A
Runa wasn't offended in the slightest by Edus' insistence on going to face Loki, nor did the other X-Men reacting similarly bother her. She had stated her case for why it was best for Loki to face Asgardians and not mortals - she had more or less warned them should any ill fall to them due to the upcoming battle. Beyond that, each warrior could make their own choice as to where they go. She had done her moral duty. "Very well then. I will not press the issue further, X-Men," she said. She felt incredibly calm - calmer than she had in decades. She didn't care to raise the point that while she and Klara had been defeated, many of the X-Men had nearly died in the process.

The loud mouthed one confused her especially. "....Throuple...." Runa murmured, tasting the word and trying to figure out what it meant. It sounded like something Klara would know all about.

Neil was rather silent, realizing that no one who was talking really had a plan. Everyone seemed to be easily sidetracked with their new favorite hobby - verbally abusing the Asgardian girl. Yes, he thought it had been a bit of a stupid thing she said, but with the way everyone was piling on about it he couldn't help but feel a bit bad. There were too many people around though for Neil to voice that opinion though. No one seemed even to be bothering with moving to the next location to fight Loki. It felt a lot like a group of friends in the lobby of a hotel bickering and being late to the movie they wanted to see because of it.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," he murmured to Carolina, softly enough that only she could hear. "There's no plan and no one seems to care about leaving," he then added. He would have expected that someone would've been like okay, we're going to take the Blackbird or you know, we can walk, it's a lovely day outside. There was no plan either on how exactly they were going to face Loki and going in blind was a horrible choice. Even in Dungeons and Dragons, the party knew they needed to have some sort of plan when they faced the big bad.
Guin Stark
Location: Stark Tower - Top Floor
Skills: N/A
"Yeah, I could have, but it's way funnier to use yours," Guin informed her father with a smirk. "Might I recommend changing your password every now and then?" she teased. She always loved when she could find something wrong with one of Tony's systems, even if it was as simple as a password she managed to crack. Most of the fun she got out of it was purely from seeing how her father would react - seeing the expression on his face as she used his secure password to access all of the systems. She ignored the pile on fest with the Asgardian girl, since it really wasn't too much of an issue. She found Beth's points to be much more interesting and worth discussing.

"If we fly on over, we'd want to go in stealth mode - although he probably figures the Avengers are coming, if not us too," Guin mused. "I think teleporting would be better. The Avengers confront him, the X-Men then do a sneak attack, and for the civilians... Dad's Iron Legion can evacuate some of them, but I think Piet and Beth would be the fastest combo to get everyone out of there. Piet can run groups to safety, Beth can teleport them. Edus can shield groups to buy Piet and Beth more time. And once they're done with that, they can rejoin the fight."
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Trainerblue192@The Man Emperor
May 17th, 2021
St. David's Hospital - Cardiff: 1:40 A.M.
The Demon Bear had been defeated. The hospital seemed to come back to life, the only evidence that the deadly duel had ever happened being the injuries Niah and Oliver had sustained. Niah's leg injury was looking rather gruesome and definitely needed instant medical attention. The pair were in reception. A nurse was at the desk chatting with a security guard who had given him some flowers. Every now and then, some doctor would be paged over the speakers, asked to go to such and such a room for surgery or something. Not very many people were walking around given the time of day, but at the very least, the sense of wrongness was gone. A clock on the wall would indicate the time - 1:40 A.M. Somehow only half an hour had passed, even though they definitely had been fighting the Demon Bear and running around the hospital much longer.

There was still something though that Niah and Oliver needed to do - one more thing to face. His mother.

GM Note - You are in sync with the New York group and may contact them at any point now if you wish.
Ellis Island - New York: 8:40 P.M.
"You can't park there," Folly shouted out to Jakobsen. She vaguely remembered him from the time she watched a dragon roast the goddess of Death alive. A lot of her memories from that time were just dim, having been blocked out. She didn't mind it that way. If they were worth remembering, then she would have remembered them. "You'll get a ticket!" she then added. And then, using her still attached arm, she threw a dagger at him.

The dagger hit Jakobsen in the knee and Folly snickered.

A second later, she was tackled to the ground by the Falcon. Her detached arm ended up being thrown aside in the chaos, rolling down the ramp of the quinjet until it hit the grass. Bonnie did a double take, trying to process what was going on. The unhinged girl had thrown a dagger... at the President of the United States. The skrulls were all squashed from what she could tell - she didn't see any survivors of the crash, although she recognized they could have escaped. Still though, her patriotic duty spurred her forward as she ran towards Jakobsen.

"Mr. President, sir, don't--," she started, before stopping in her tracks. What were the odds that the President of the United States would crash down on Ellis Island, conveniently killing the skrulls? The only way they had found to definitively prove whether or not someone was a skrull so far was killing them, which clearly wasn't an option.

"We need to move," Agent 13 reiterated.

Hawkeye nodded. "I've got a place where we can go and stay low," he said, although he didn't name it. He looked at Jakobsen, squaring him up for a moment. "Unless you can prove you are who you say you are, sir, you're not getting on this ship," he warned, before drawing his bow... and aiming at the President. The Winter Soldier aimed his gun and Agent 13 hesitated, uncertain what to do. They couldn't leave the President undefended. But they also couldn't take a skrull with them.
Asgard - Breidablik: 12:40 A.M.
Amelia was surprised when she heard Astrad groaning and moaning. The wound hadn't looked that serious to her, but maybe he just wasn't used to getting injured. She turned her head around the room/meadow, trying to see if she could see some bandages or something nearby, but Nanna had it covered. She waived her hands and a bunch of sunflowers burst from Astrad's wound, forming a thick layer to put pressure on the wound.

"Yes, if you would be as kind to fetch Forseti and my husband," Nanna told Nadia with a slight smile. She peered at the skrull in the cage with interest, as if she was daring to hope for something unexpected and unknown.

Raynor however was staring at something else entirely. He was staring at Sparky. He hadn't really noticed before, but it was definitely something he was noticing now. His jaw dropped. His emotions were a complete rollercoaster as he had barely managed to stop crying, and now, the skrull had dropped some huge news. And he got the sense that the skrull hadn't been making it up - it had been speaking the truth. Well, how could the skrull have been lying? It was so obvious looking at her.

"Is it mine?" he asked Sparky. He knew that he had been replaced from a skrull - clearly for a long time, given that Sparky was pregnant and he was pretty sure she hadn't been when he last saw her. His heart was on the verge of breaking. He knew that she couldn't have known one of these skrulls had replaced him, but if the child she was carrying was part-skrull....

"So skrull, what was your plan then, eh? You were just what, gonna one hit K.O. everyone in the room?" Amelia asked Skrull!Maria. She wasn't an interrogator or anything like that, but Amelia figured that the skrull was ranting enough maybe they could get some information out. She was definitely a bit worried about the state of affairs back on Earth, but excited at the same time. This was going to involve a lot of ass-kicking!
In ๐ŸŒ  Once Upon A Time ๐ŸŒ (Concluded) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Camelot
Skills: N/A
Megan was only lightly asleep when the sun rose, her eyes snapping open at the sound of the knock at the door. She felt tired, but no more tired than she usually did at the start of a day. She was an insomniac, meaning that deep and restful sleep was a rarity for her. She had learned to function without it for medical school and thus far, it hadn't caused her to become seriously ill at any point in her life. She hoped that they had coffee her, although she suspected that they wouldn't. It didn't match the aesthetic.

"Rise and shine, starshine," she said teasingly to her brother. She put Mina the skull back into her back and made sure that her sword was in its sheath, before strapping excalibur to her side. She didn't really have much else in the way of possessions - so there hadn't been any need to change into say pajamas the night before. She had just slept in her traveling clothes. "Do you suppose they have a Starbucks here?" she asked, waiting for him to be ready.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 17th, 2021 - 12:20 PM
Veil & Casper
Location: Mutant Underground: Dining Room / Jack's Room -> Hallway -> Entranceway -> Dining Room -> Entranceway -> Garage
Skills: Mediumship
"Everything I say is from personal experience," Casper said with a wink. "Although, you have to take it all with a grain of salt - since I was high off my ass pretty much for the past twenty or so years straight," he finished with a bit of a giggle. He pouted slightly hearing that James was going to go on the Hellfire mission. A lot of people were declaring themselves for that, and he knew that Veil said she wanted a small group, so he supposed that he ought to go look for his niece. Besides, they were apparently at a strip club. He loved the Glitter Factory. He couldn't wait to fill his pockets with glitter and then put it all in James' hair while he was sleeping.

Havok had been uncharacteristically quiet so far, just picking apart his food before eating it. He hadn't said much of anything to anyone, but who could blame him? He had two choices. He could continue to believe that Polaris was being controlled by Magneto - or he could accept that she was acting under her own volition, that he had been the one trying to control her instead of the Master of Magnetism. He didn't like either option. "I'm going on the Hellfire mission," he said bluntly, the first words he'd really said since the incident.

"I'm gonna hit the strip club - I mean, go after my precious, smelly niece," Casper said. He was a little excited at the prospect of going clubbing. Maybe if the Hellfire mission finished early, James could meet him there. He would love to see his boyfriend dancing around a pole. He was convinced that James would be a natural at it. Whether or not he believed that Sunshine and Max were there was another story - if Max had teleported them, well, his magic was a bit shitty at times, so it wouldn't have really surprised Casper too much.

Up on the second floor, Veil walked with Jack from his room to back outside of medical, so that way Spark Plug could hear their conversation. "We got a tip through the Underground network that someone may have spotted them at a strip club downtown called the Glitter Factory. I'm taking people on a job for Xavier - that payment for the cures you mentioned - and the rest will be with you. Bring the kids home, okay? Spark Plug, I want you on the mission with Jack. We don't know what sort of volatile mood Sunshine and Max will be in after being forced together for a few hours, so your empathy skills might be needed."

She then motioned for them to follow her, heading down the stairs into the entranceway and then into the dining room where the rest were assembled. "Have you sorted yourselves into teams?" she asked. She saw Havok nod and Casper flash two thumbs up, wiggling his thumbs at the same time. "Good. Sapphire, I'm guessing that you're with me. You're driving. Those of you on the rescue mission, Jack is in charge. Listen to him."

She then motioned again for the Hellfire mission group to follow her, as Veil headed to their garage and got into their white van, taking shotgun. Havok followed after her and climbed into the seat behind the driver.
Sunshine
Location: Island M, the Bermuda Triangle
Skills: N/A
Sunshine looked horribly repulsed as Max hugged her, squinting her eyes as if he had been sprayed by a skunk prior to hugging her. "Hug me again and I'll shove a rock down your throat," she threatened. She secretly liked hugs, but she wasn't about to share that with Max. She may have apparently cured him of M-Pox or whatever - but.... Her mood plummeted. She had cured Max of M-Pox. She had cured Max of all people. Her eyes started to water as Magik came to mind. Why had she been able to save Max and not her? Was the universe homophobic?! Why was Max allowed to recover and not her?!

She clenched her hands, forming two little fists. "If y-you're done being a baby, we need to get out of here and get back to.... to everyone," she said, her words soft and unfocused. Her heart wasn't really in it. Usually insulting Max brought her a great deal of joy. Instead, her realization that she had been able to cure M-Pox all along but failed to do it for the person who mattered most was shaking her to the core. It was her fault then that Magik died. She had no one to blame but herself.
In ๐ŸŒณ Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard ๐ŸŒณ → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Runa Johansson
Location: Boston, MA
Skills: N/A
Finally, Runa's words were no longer a lie - the residual effects from the stupid squirrel had finally subsided. She was able to breathe without feeling like a thousand poisoned darts were puncturing her lungs. The queasiness in her stomach lifted and while her eyes were red, she was no longer crying. She dried her eyes with the bag of her hand, smearing her makeup. She sighed slightly, staring at her palm. She wished the afterlife had better quality mascara. "I'm fine, we can keep moving," she said to Klara slightly. It was funny - now that she was calmed down, it wasn't the threat of the entire universe stressing her out, it was the mascara smudges on her face and now on her hand.

She followed along the others, resisting the urge to wipe the mascara off onto her clothing - she'd just need to find a wet cloth or something, she didn't want her clothes to look horrid as well. The docks were rather gorgeous. It was easy to see here how old Boston was as a city. There were tons of ships, most of them probably for fishermen of various trades. She wondered if they'd see any of those Duck vehicles that she heard existed in America. Arnora directing them towards the bar struck her as incredibly odd. Also, there was a problem - she knew America had strict drinking laws and she wasn't old enough to drink. She stuck towards the back of the trio as they went into the bar, hoping that she wouldn't stick out and instantly get tossed out by some bouncer.

In ฮฉ Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes ฮฉ Officially Done → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
๐ŸŒˆ Leda Storm ๐ŸŒˆ
Location: Junk Yard of Hephaestus
Skills: N/A
Leda was slightly annoyed that the battle was over so quickly. She would have liked to fight a few more of the automatons. In that way, she was the polar opposite of her godly mother - Iris preached peace and nonviolence, while there wasn't much that Leda loved more than violence in the world. It was always so satisfying to see a monster crumble underneath her blade, sending their soul to the Pit. They were probably done scavenging too, which meant they were going to leave the interesting place and go back onto the boring ship - which was such a drag.

She walked on over to Kiera, glad to see that her arm looked mended. "Y'know, there's another ancient remedy we demigods use for injuries," she said playfully, before pressing a gentle kiss to Kiera's arm. "It's called chocolate," she added with a wink, abruptly changing course. The entire kiss it and make it better thing was American, Leda hadn't really grown up with that sort of thing, it always seemed silly to her.
โ˜€๏ธ Nancy Parker โ˜€๏ธ
Location: Mount Othrys
Skills: Psychoanalysis
Nancy was incredibly pleased with Niah and Marco's work. Everything was more or less going according to plan. Marco had influenced Atlas and Niah was doing her job as Oath Binder with ease. She had managed to anger Atlas herself, which worked pretty much just as well as she had expected. Like most immortals, Atlas was a bit emotionally unhinged. It was almost too easy to pull all of this off - and the only downside was that he had kicked a rock and ended up making a hole in the wall. She bit down on the inside of her cheeks to resist smiling, remaining uncharacteristically silent as well. Per the River Styx, Atlas was going to have to tell them everything.

It then struck her as odd that there wasn't anyone around, if Atlas were really up to something. She took her eyes off of the titan and peered around the decrepit old palace, looking for anything that was amiss. She didn't see anything, but every fiber of her being told her that there was something hiding in the shadows. "Don't be alarmed, but there's someone else here," she said quietly to her companions. She imagined it was probably some minion of Atlas', so they needed to be on their toes. She could easily imagine a situation where the minion grabbed one of them and threatened to kill them, unless someone took up Atlas' burden.
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