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My power grows exponentially each day as we come nearer to Halloween.
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In The Gifted - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 17th, 2021 - 1:00 PM

Casper Theriot
Location: Mutant Underground: Outside the Glitter Factory
Skills: Mediumship, Acting
"It's Hot Daga's, of course!" the person answered Callie, somewhat unhelpfully. "... You do know Hot Daga, right?" they then asked, sizing her up. She didn't look like the typically barely dressed gay man that the mysterious Hot Daga liked to hang out with.

Casper glanced at Waverley as she said the name of the birthday boy - Hot Daga. The name was definitely familiar. He stroked his chin as he tried to remember who it could have been. He'd partied at most places in the D.C. area, the only issue was that he was generally high as a kite or drunk as a skunk or both during those events. "I think I do - Bennie Ben Ben, do you know?" Casper asked, looking at his dearly departed best friend, hoping he'd have the answer.

Ben shook his head. "Shit, Ben doesn't know," he grumbled. "Um well... I do remember that Hot Daga is bear sized and very hairy - and his name was similar to... something with a Church? I don't know, everyone just called him Hot Daga, I think. Or maybe I'm imagining this and never met him, it's very possible as I was high as heeeeeeell," Casper answered, singing the last part slightly.

The line was moving quickly, and it wasn't long until the group was up at the front. The bouncers let everyone move along in the group, they didn't even need Hot Daga's name, but the bouncers did end up stopping one person - Casper.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Casper," the bouncer growled.

"You have a lot of nerve coming in here after breaking the boss' heart," the other bouncer added.

Casper stared at them with confusion. "Are you sure that was me? I sleep with a lot of people who call themselves bosses," he explained. "And I'm here to support my dear friend Hot Daga on his special day! I'm not the kind of rotten friend to not show up. It's a special occasion!"

"You're such a convincing actor," Ben commented.

The bouncers agreed with Ben's assessment. "Beat it, Casper."
Veil
Location: A Block from the Eisenhower Building - Parking Garage -> Eisenhower Building - Lobby
Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation
Veil nodded, glad that the newbies didn't take forever to come up with mutant names. She didn't give any notes on whether or not she felt they were good ones - her own name was a play on her human name after all, so she couldn't judge, and Sapphire named herself after a pretty rock. "Thundering Champion? That's almost as bad as Negasonic Teenage Warhead," Havok teased a bit cruelly. "We're really running out of names, huh?"

Veil shot Havok a look - they didn't have time for this. "We're all going in together as a group," Veil explained to Andy. "Glimpse and Stareyes are going to evacuate people out if things go south - they've got speed and flight on their side," she finished. She didn't blame Thundering Champion for being a bit confused, it was likely the kid's first serious operation. Their plan was painfully simple and probably not the best, but they didn't have the time to improve upon it. Going in cloaked and doing what they could was just about all they had.

Her teeth started chattering from the rapid drop in temperature, as frost formed on the windows of the van. A popsicle car was definitely going to stand out, even hidden away inside of a parking garage. Veil closed her eyes for a brief moment, trying to refocus herself. She didn't get a chance to ask for Sapphire to take a deep breath though, as Havok responded to Sapphire's verbal assault with one of his own.

"Lighten up, Frosty," Havok muttered, his own mood souring. The car was parked and he didn't want to stay in a meat locker, so he opened up his door and got on out. Veil stepped out of the car as well. "Guys, we can't afford to be fighting like this. If we don't work together, then this mission is already a failure," she reminded them all. She kept the field of invisibility around them all still. "Now come on, let's move."

Once everyone was ready, Veil started walking down the block to the building. She maintained her field of invisibility around them all, although that couldn't account for the tracks they left in the snow on the sidewalk. They'd just have to hope that no one noticed those. They were incredibly lucky that no one was standing around outside the building to see the door seemingly open by itself, as the group went inside and entered the lobby.
Sunshine
Location: Ronald Regan Airport
Skills: N/A
Sunshine didn't like letting people see her vulnerability. She didn't want them to think that she was weak, unable to handle herself. A day ago, it would have been unthinkable for her to let down her guard with Max, to admit to him that she didn't know what to do next. She had always seen a path forward but now, she felt like she was lost in the woods, fog swirling all around her so she was blind. "Maybe there isn't a reason why he did it." She set down her milkshake, losing her appetite for the first time in her life.

She knew that humans didn't need a reason to hate mutants - the Hellfire Club hadn't needed a reason to kill Erg. Some people were just bad. Maybe it was overly simplistic of her to believe, but she did. She had thought that Max was just bad for a while. She didn't know if the same was true of Jack - if he was just a bad person and he didn't need a reason to do bad things. His father had been a bad person, so maybe he passed it onto Jack - and then, maybe Jack passed it on to her. Maybe she was a bad person too. Maybe that was why she always lost more than she gained.

"Can't you teleport us the rest of the way there?" Sunshine asked him. "Whatever. A bus is fine, I guess. As long as there aren't any Purifiers."
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Liberty Island
Skills: Telepathy, Deduction
Runa stared at Loki with uncertainty, trying her best to not get riled up by his scathing remarks. He wanted to play on her emotions and her fears, to cause her to not think things through, to rid her brain of logic and reasoning. She took a deep breath, even as her eyes narrowed at him. "Yes, I would say that your company is most unpleasant," she agreed. "Although, you did select an excellent location in which to die - your final sights will be breathtaking."

I... am... fine... Guin told Pietro unconvincingly, biting down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from screaming and collapsing in pain. Her suit was the only thing keeping her vertical at the moment, as her legs were in no shape to support her weight on their own. She blinked and saw her husband rush on over, abandoning his job as taxi service for the innocent civilians, and then fail at hitting Loki. She might have teased him about it had she not been in so much pain.

Mary - or at least, Guin thought it was Mary - sent Loki flying backwards with her vines and she couldn't help but hope they'd just be able to pummel Loki and call it a day. But nothing was ever that easy. Mary and Lance were imposters, revealed to just be more manipulations of Loki! Her eyes widened, wondering how Loki had managed to deceive them like that - Mary and Lance had vanished, or had they been taken prisoner by him a while ago? I didn't go... anywhere? she replied to Pietro, confused.

Uh what are you talking about? I can't see you!

She could have kicked herself for not realizing it already, but it was probably the pain clouding her thoughts and judgment. Loki is making us look like Loki to other people! she explained quickly, before repeating it verbally. "Guys, Loki made us look like Loki!" she shouted. She had no idea how to fix it, but it basically meant that attacking any Loki right now was a bad idea. She had no idea who Pietro had just attacked for instance.

What are you talking about?

Don't attack until one of the magic people fixes this! Guin urged.

Speaking of magic users, Runa saw that all of her allies had vanished, leaving her with a ring of Lokis. She took a breath, trying to concentrate her powers to pick out the real one, but none of them were obvious lies. She couldn't determine who her enemy was. There was one way though to draw out the real Loki. She charged Gandr up with darkness and drove her staff down into the ground, emanating a large area attack. Everyone (every Loki, that is) was sent flying backwards and slammed into the ground. "Face me, coward!"
Neil Spellman
Location: Liberty Island
Skills: N/A
Neil furrowed his eyebrows at Annie's suggestion - the thought of Loki multiplying was horrifying. The universe was already in a bad enough place with one Loki running around, they didn't need more of him. Maybe this was Annie's idea of a joke - although she wasn't really the joking type, despite her fits of laughter. People were rushing into the building like mad, and Neil pulled both Annie and Carolina close to him so that way they wouldn't get trampled. It wasn't the first stampede they had had to deal with sadly. "Come on, we need to go help the rest of the party," Neil urged his friends.

It was way harder than it should have been. He could have sworn there was a pack of bloodthirsty Karens charging at them at some points, their blonde bobs glinting in the sun as they left the outdoors and rushed into the building. Several of them banged their handbags into him and Neil could've sworn they had weights in there, as they hurt. He was going to have bruises, not from fighting a supervillain, but from white privilege. Neil let out a sigh of relief when they managed to get out of the building and away from the funnel of scared tourists. "Are you two okay?" he asked, before motioning for them to follow him as he carefully walked in the direction of Guin's panicked plea.
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Camelot - Sewers
Skills: N/A
Megan couldn't help but smile slightly at the sight of the entrance to the sewers. It was really a classic - so many books and movies involved the heroes crawling through the sewers in order to accomplish a goal. While of course this was all real, they were in a land of stories and it felt like a little homage to that trope. Of course, had Megan been writing a story and using it, she would have had everyone die inside of the sewers to turn it on its head - she sighed slightly just thinking about it. She loved movies that got really graphic with the gore, even the cheesy ones where people's blood was so pressurized it came out like a garden hose.

She jumped down after one of the girls, water splashing up as she landed. It came to a bit above her knees and it felt cold and grimy, but she didn't mind. She had felt far stranger things in a morgue. She glanced at the rats around the edges and couldn't help but wonder, after the girl mentioned the plague - did this fairytale world also experience the same plagues they did? Were their antibodies going to be useless here, if all of the diseases were a bit different? "How often do you experience plagues here? And what's the standard of medicine?" she asked.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: New Rome: Senate House
Skills: Strategy
Nancy's consciousness slowly came back to reality. She knew what the cards had shown her, a bleak future for Mads that she couldn't accept. There had to be a way to cure her - maybe some long forgotten text existed. Maybe the Greeks had invented a way to cure werewolves. The prophecy - no, her prophecy - it had to be wrong. Such was the Oracle's curse after all, being able to see these horrible things and unable to accept them. Everything Nancy had ever seen in the cards came to pass, but with Mads? She wanted so desperately to be wrong. Maybe they could convince one of the gods to heal her - her own father, maybe?

She put the tarot cards away in her pocket, rising to her full height. Her mind felt scattered - for instance, she had told Marco to inform the Senate what had happened purely because he was talking at the time. There hadn't been any political motive behind it. She wanted to put all of her energy into helping her friend, but Mads had run off to be alone. New Rome had two praetors for a reason - Nancy was going to have to step up and lead everyone in Madalyne's absence. She looked at Terminus and set her weapons down - the bow Diana had gifted her, as well as her daggers and such. "Sorry, Terminus - it was an abrupt entrance," Nancy apologized.

Privately, she hoped that Niah would go after Mads and she looked at her, hoping her gaze would speak louder than her words. "Fifth Cohort's been making a defensive line and evacuations are underway," she murmured, thinking quickly. She had to think about the safety of everyone there - she couldn't waste all of their time worrying about Mads, as much as she wanted to. "Okay, new set of orders. I want the Fourth and Third Cohorts to set up siege weapons around both Camp Jupiter and New Rome. First and Second Cohorts will set up traps within the city itself. Terminus, you're to stay at New Rome no matter what. They want to use you to free Atlas, and even if we're all dead, don't do it. I also want a medical tent set up, staffed by the children of Apollo ideally. Have it in one of the villas nearby. We'll use the Senate House as a war tent."
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: the Ship
Skills: Rainbow Manipulation
Leda felt a bit like they were eavesdropping, hearing the inner workings of the Roman Senate. One of the praetors had left and the other was just giving everyone their marching orders. She didn't say this, since she was next to her lovely girlfriend, but both of the praetors were really hot - and sadly, there was no New Housewives of New Rome show going on at the moment. It was all just dramatic and serious, with tension so thick it could've been cut with a knife. "We're here to let you lot know we'll be there this evening or tomorrow, ta," Leda explained.

"Understood," the praetor said, her brown eyes burning with a certain fury - they had the intensity of the sun. "We're anticipating an attack by the titans. If you get here beforehand, join us in the battle. You can support the fifth cohort or work as an independent squad."

Leda shot a bit of a look at Kiera as she maintained the Iris Message - she didn't exactly like the lack of choice given to them. They were Greek - they pretty much were trained to be strong fighters on their own and to do what seemed right. The overall military vibes of the Romans didn't really vibe with her worldview. She wasn't a pacifist by any means, but she was still a child of Iris - she didn't like order and conformity and all. "Uh huh," was all Leda said. "How generous."
In Hotel Valhalla: the Missing Apples. (Nallore, Morose & Bluesky44) → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
🐺 Asha Jabari 🐺
Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 314 -> Elevator
Skills: N/A
"Hey, no eating my shorts or I'll eat you!" Asha exclaimed, jumping back slightly. She loved these shorts and it was becoming increasingly harder to replace things. As time continued to move, the styles were changing and she didn't really like modern things so much. Her silver shorts were one of her cherished possessions and she didn't want to have to toss them out because a goat bit a hole in the crotch - she'd rather her shorts have a heroes death, like fighting a volcano monster or something. She moved over to the elevator, keeping an eye on the goat that had tried to bite her as she did.

"Doing the floors would probably be the best first," Asha agreed. They could let out a few goats at a time and then at the lobby, have the goats stampede since they wanted the most to be let off there anyways. It also would be rather funny just to see people trying to get on and use the elevator while they were in the middle of this.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: the Hidden Gem (Nallore, Morose, Kirah) Ω → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: N/A
Nancy had no idea as to the answer to Niah's question. Her education hadn't exactly been stellar. Most of the things she knew she had learned from the Legion - which tended to be relevant trivia for fighting monsters and working with the gods, not the history of cultural attractions. "Beats me. I don't even know when this thing was carved," she admitted. Though, she guessed that it had to have been after America was founded, which didn't narrow it down too much. She guessed she also knew it had to have been made by the 80's, since she knew it had been a thing when she was a kid, so she had a period of a few hundred years to guess from.

When they made it to the cliff, Nancy made sure that she had all of her climbing gear on and ready to go. She glanced over at Madalyne when she asked if they'd ever thought about having a normal life. "A normal life would be totally grody," she explained. "Y'know, I can never imagine myself growing old even. And when I think about dying and going to Pluto's domain, assuming I've been heroic enough and all, that never-ending party... bah, count me out. I'd rather be turned into a tree after dying in battle."
In Dyad: A Star Wars Story (Morose & BlueSky44) → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Clio

Fortunately, Clio had prepared for this. She had spent a lot of time pouring over the archives, reading every bit of intel she could on those who were active forces in shaping the galaxy today and in years before. The Hutts were criminals and they had controlled the Outer Rim for ages, even being active during the Clone Wars. There was one story in particular that stood out to her, hopefully one they could use to garner good will with Rotta. Of course, the Jedi involved in the story was Anakin Skywalker who became the Sith Lord Darth Vader... Clio decided they didn't need to share those details. It was all about crafting a narrative here - one where the Hutts and the Jedi could be allies.

"Great Rotta, the Jedi have been friends to the Hutts for ages. As a child, your life was threatened by the Separatists - but you were saved, thanks to the noble actions of Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker and his padawan," Clio said, doing her best to speak slowly and not to sound too eager. She knew that Rotta's father had been killed by General Leia Organa, who wasn't technically a Jedi, but she didn't know if Rotta would bear a grudge over it. "As we build the Jedi Order, we want to be friends with the Hutts once more. Our master has bade us to see if we could purchase a slave from you, as a sign of friendship and good faith."

She felt dirty, asking to buy a slave.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Liberty Island
Skills: Electronics and Computers, Engineering Design, Problem Solving, Mechanics, Telepathy
"I've got a bad feeling about this," Guin complained, as her suit started going out of control. The thrusters and repulsors were firing off randomly, the suit was flinging her arms and legs about in odd directions, and she didn't have time to regain control before her legs were rotated into a position so quickly that both of them broke. Tears instantly sprung to her eyes as she screamed in pain. "God fucking damn it! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!" Guin roared, hardly able to think. She was moving on more instinct than design as she quickly activated emergency sequences, barely able to regain control of her armor. Her legs were a fountain of pain - no, not a fountain, more of a river of lava. She felt like Vader at the end of the Prequel Trilogy.

"Loki is here. Right side of the Statue when you're looking at it from the jet." She spoke telepathically into the minds of everyone on their side, her telepathic voice hardly able to disguise the immense pain that she was in. Sweat was pouring down her forehead as she tried to focus and concentrate. She wished she had morphine. She knew that she wouldn't be able to get the good painkillers for obvious reasons, but damn it, it was hard to think and fight like this! Still, there was at least one other thing she needed to do before taking out her anger on Loki -

Don't freak out, I'm fine, she told Pietro. Her armor was the only thing keeping her standing. She targeted Loki and blasted him with her uni-beam at full power, a powerful beam of energy exploding from the arc reactor that powered her Iron Star armor. It hardly did anything to Loki - he just brushed it off.

IT DOES NOT SOUND LIKE YOU ARE FINE!!!!!!!

I said not to freak out! Guin replied, using pretty much the pure adrenaline of fighting Loki in order to focus through the pain.

Kind of hard not to!!!!!
Neil Spellman
Location: Liberty Island
Skills: N/A
Neil wished that Bethany and Pietro had managed to clear out the crowd from inside already, but they hadn't yet. There were still innocent people here and it was so hard to see through the crowd. He didn't spot Loki until well after Carolina had and his face paled, especially as Loki threw what he assumed to be grenades at them. Neil kicked at the strange balls, suddenly blessed with the skills of an elite athlete! The strange devices spewing green gaseous smoke went outside of the state and into the outdoor area.... where they would be someone else's problem.

"Carolina? Are you okay? What's going on?" Neil asked instantly, incredibly confused as to why Carolina was laughing uncontrollably. The green smoke had caused him to reevaluate his first idea that these were grenades - poison seemed more likely, but why would that make Carolina giggle so much? Neil felt completely fine and normal too. He didn't even have a slight headache or anything that would seem like a warning sign to him of imminent death.

He then heard Guin's voice inside of his head, giving directions as to where the real Loki was supposedly. He could tell that she was in pain. This was all going horribly, he knew it, he wished that he and Carolina and Annie had just stayed at the X-Mansion and let the others go deal with this.
Runa knew that Loki was trying to get a rise out of her - it was what he did. He played with people's emotions - and Runa had always been an easy target for that. She was trying her best not to be, not to show the look of pain on her face as Loki berated her. His words were like venom daggers in her back. The more she tried not to think about them, the harder it became. She was only stopped from going down a train of self destructive thoughts when one of the Midgardians spoke telepathically to her, informing her as to where the real Loki was.

She definitely was just as dramatic as her uncle though, as Runa stepped to the back of the torch, spread out her arms, and free fell backwards. Her plan had been to use her powers of darkness manipulation to slow her fall at the last second, but it didn't happen like that. Instead, she went smack against the ground. Her Asgardian durability kept her from getting more than scratches and bruises though, as she picked herself up, trying to look like she meant to do it that way. "No more games, Uncle."
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Trainerblue192@The Man Emperor
May 17th, 2021
St. David's Hospital - Cardiff: 2:10 A.M.
Dr. Larson went with Oliver to Niah's room, after bidding farewell to his parents. She remained behind Oliver, looking at Niah with some curiosity. A thought occurred to her and she stepped into the room, fishing into a bag she kept next to her. Dr. Larson then pulled an impossible object out of the small bag - it must have been a bag of holding or something. She then set what looked like a cyborg's leg down on the table. "For when she wakes up," Dr. Larson explained quietly.
??? - Quinjet: 9:10 P.M.
In the medical bay portion of the quinjet, Bonnie finished tending to Cass' wounds. It mostly was a matter of her cleaning up the eye socket, which would sting like crazy, bandaging it, and then putting the eye patch on top of the bandages. "You'll need to clean and change the bandages twice a day - I'd give you a shot to boost your immune system, but shots don't mix well with you," Bonnie admitted. "If you're in pain though, we've got the good stuff and you can take it orally."

She then picked up the arm and sighed slightly, patting a chair. "Folly, sit here and be still, please," Bonnie said. "Do you need anything for the pain?" she asked. Some enhanced people had a weird interaction with drugs. Since Matt's powers hadn't worked on her, Bonnie was guessing that Folly was one of those people.

"Nope, though I do expect a lolly," Folly said, sitting in the chair. "So let's get stitching, doc, at this rate I'll have a new one grown in faster!"

Bonnie looked at Cass - a clear look of why - before she picked up surgical thread and started the painstaking process of sewing Folly's arm back on. Everyone seemed to have gravitated down towards medical, with the exception of Agent 13, Falcon, and the Winter Soldier being across in the brig area dealing with the unconscious people. "If you're all going to argue, then you need to take it somewhere else, got it?" she told them. "Thanks, Matt, but I think I'm good here."

In the tech bay, P.H.I.L. responded to Kwassi's request: "User is unauthorized. Self destruct sequence initiating in five, four, three, two...
Asgard - Breidablik: 1:20 A.M.
Raynor wasn't a citizen of Midgard, but he knew enough of its history. "You were just following orders then?" he asked, filling up with more rage. "I guess we know who the HYDRA spy is, then, since that's what the Nazis did - they just followed orders!" he screamed. If it hadn't been for Nanna's rebuke, he would have tried to kill Astrad then and there. Instead, he made a mental note to wait for an opportunity to arise when they were on Midgard. The second he had a chance to take vengeance, he would - with extreme prejudice.

"Mate, if you compare someone to the Nazis you instant lose," Amelia couldn't help but say. "Now let's turn down the I'm-Anakin-and-I-hate-sand vibes and let's go kick some green ass and save Earth," she suggested. Nanna opened the door from the healing meadow for them all and Amelia went back into the hallway, hoping that Raynor wouldn't throw a dagger at her while her back was turned.

"... I like the new girl better than the new guy," Raynor told Sparky. Holding Lyting in his hands, he ran his thumb along the blade, before putting the dagger in the pocket of his new space robes. He looked at Nanna for a moment, not sure what words to say to her. "Thank you, Nanna... I hope the Norns smile upon you and give you many blessings," he said earnestly. He felt a bit crazy with how fast his emotions were swinging back and forth, as he spoke to his dead mother and left the healing meadow, emerging into the hall proper, and then he went outside with Amelia to see a giant canary yellow spaceship with flowers painted on it.

The ship's actual shape was like a giant sphere - or a giant flower? The stem would have been the boarding ramp. Amelia stared at it, her eyes wide as she tried to figure out exactly how the thing was able to fly. It didn't look aerodynamic at all. "She's beautiful... And impossible," she whispered, before running up the ramp. The inside of the ship was just one level. The pilot's chair was normal with a console in front of it, but the rest of the seats were.... "beanbags!"
In 🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Runa Johansson
Location: Nidavellir
Skills: N/A
Runa stared at the transaction with confusion. They were being sent on an errand to get someone's tools? She had never really played video games, but she was at least familiar with the concept of a fetch quest and this felt like one of those. Couldn't they just tell this man that they were on a mission to save the universe and forgo this process? But she guessed that if that was a safe choice, Nadia would've said something - or Klara would have. She stared at Nadia and Klara, trying to wrap her head around this life she was in now. Or this un-life.

She followed Nadia and Klara out of the building. "... So we're going to find his brother and get his things, and then he'll help us?" she asked. She couldn't focus on Klara wanting to know about fashion, she was just trying to get her bearings on how everything worked here. The place that they stumbled into next didn't look like a place she'd ever been in - the place smelled like alcohol. She glanced around, seeing all of the very short, very old people sitting around. It was like something out of a fever dream.

"Um, I'm good... Do... do we need to eat?" she asked, not too sure how being dead worked.
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