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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 - 1:30 PM

Casper Theriot
Location: the Glitter Factory
Skills: Mediumship
Casper's brain really needed to decide whether or not he was going to be alert or not. He snapped back into awareness just in time for him and James to fall to the ground, toppling like dominos. He wheezed in pain from the impact, even if his boyfriend softened the fall for him. The pain was still immense and he hadn't been aware enough when James healed one of his wounds to notice that he only had one wound to deal with. "James, I think the food is burning..." Casper murmured. "I smell burnt toast." He didn't realize the burned food smell was coming from him.

He blinked and the next thing he knew, he was off of the ground, with Waverley struggling to carry him. He was about twice her size, so it was basically impossible for her to move at anything faster than a snail's pace. Casper tried to walk on his own, to make it easier for her, but he blinked and the next thing he knew, he was sprawled on the floor again, right by the exit of the club. He raised his hand and pawed slightly at the air above him. "Who you gonna call?" he asked Callie. "Ghostbusters!"
Veil
Location: Eisenhower Building - East Wing
Skills: Leadership, Invisible Energy Manipulation
Veil took a deep breath, forcing her brain to come up with a plan. She knew all about Kid Omega - he was an omega level telepath. The only other omega level telepath was Jean Grey - the infamous member of the X-Men who merged with some cosmic force and tried to destroy the world. He was telekinetic as well, and there was another power he had that Veil couldn't remember. The other mutants present were wild cards, she didn't know anything about them.

Kristina and Andy started the fight, forcing the inevitable confrontation. "Kid Omega's mental powers are the biggest threat here. Glimpse and Stareyes, double time him. We'll handle the rest," Veil ordered. Glimpse was a telepath with superspeed, arguably the person with the best chance to stop Kid Omega. And Stareyes had a powerful eye beam that could hopefully knock the asshole out.

Of course, their own asshole of the group wasn't in the mood to listen to Veil, as he attacked Kid Omega himself. Havok shot off a powerful blast of hula-hooping energy, sending it on a collision course with Kid Omega - only for Omega to use his telekinesis and deflect it to the side easily, blasting a gigantic hole in the wall. "Yikes, seems you guys got stuck with the worst Summers brother," Omega taunted.

The blast didn't just make a hole in the wall though - it shook the entire room. The lights dangling from the ceiling apparently had a few screws loose, so the force sent them falling down onto the ground, hitting Glimpse square in the head and breaking her concentration. Luck was on Domino's side it would seem, as she was free from the mental hold.

"Oh go suck a cock, Kid," Havok growled.

"Oh, I'm going to kill you you little runt!" Empath screamed at Andy. He was hopping around on one foot, using his hands to hold onto his crushed little toes. He didn't seem to do anything though, so Veil didn't throw up a force field to reflexively save her, but that was because Empath's power was invisible. He could control people's minds and prey upon their emotions. He could convince them they were something else entirely.

And as petty as it was, Empath used his powers to make Andy believe that she was naked - the nightmare of pretty much everyone alive, being completely nude in public.

As if there wasn't enough chaos going on already, as Domino was nearing completion on what she was doing to the vaccines, the quiet girl threw a card up into the air. Red smoke started to form out of nowhere, condensing and taking on the shape of a horrific monster - a beast with horns and hooves. "Devil, escort nos amis off the premises," the girl ordered.



"What the hell..." Veil cursed in astonishment, throwing up a shield just in time. The Devil moved with unnatural speed, letting out a roar as he breathed pure hellfire at the ground. The fire dissipated when it touched Veil's force field and Veil cried out in pain as her hands became severely burned in an instant.
Sunshine
Location: Mutant Underground: Entranceway
Skills: N/A
Sunshine was confused at first as to why Max was calling Glimpse an idiot, before realizing that he must have meant Havok. There were too many blondes in the Mutant Underground. Of course, Sunshine loved her hair color. It was where she had gotten her mutant name from, because in sunlight it appeared golden and shimmery. She winced slightly as Max mentioned Colossus though - thinking about Colossus just made her think about Magik, and how she had failed her. She had had the power all along to save her and she hadn't been able to do it... She could do it for Max, someone she hated, but not for someone she loved.

"So what, everyone left to go hunt down Havok's ex-girlfriend?" Sunshine asked, unconvinced. She couldn't really imagine Veil mobilizing the entire Mutant Underground for that. If Havok's ex didn't want to be there, she would have just let her go - like she had let stupid Max and stupid Leighton leave to go join the actual Nazis. "Don't you have a phone or something?" she added. She didn't have any of her possessions really. She didn't know if Jack had stashed them somewhere or if they were still upstairs in the room she shared with Waverley.
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Trainerblue192
May 17th, 2021
Mar-Vell's Ship - Above Nova Scotia: 9:50 P.M.
Dr. Larson laughed ever so slightly at Niah's self-deprecating remark. While she was an alien, she wasn't a stranger to humor. "I'm sure you're more competent than you give yourself credit for - Nick spoke very highly of you both," she then added. She smiled a little bit at their kind words regarding her son. Larson was incredibly proud of her bouncing baby boy, but of course, there was still some crucial information she hadn't disclosed yet. He was the son of a skrull princess, making him an heir to the throne. Half skrull, half kree.

If either Niah or Oliver was paying attention to their coordinates, likely via their phone's GPS, they'd realize they were above Nova Scotia. They had crossed the Atlantic Ocean already at incredible - no, impossible speeds.
Serval Industries, Virginia - Quinjet: 9:50 P.M.
Folly might have protested being kicked off of the plane, but she didn't much feel like hanging around with a bunch of Avengers wannabes anyways. From what she could tell, they were pretty much about to go off into hiding, which was boring. At least here there were new places to go and people to see! She was a traveler at heart of course, having been raised in a circus - she never liked to stay in one place too long. "You look like my friend Marygold!" Folly said gleefully as she saw the ginger welcoming them. "Can you talk to plants?"

She shrugged when the subject of her age came up. Her family had never been the type to really celebrate birthdays - well, that wasn't true. Her father had always demanded a large party for his. She and her mother were an afterthought. Her left eye twitched slightly from the abrupt trip down memory lane, her hands shaking ever so slightly. Out of the corner of her right eye, she could see her father's pasty white, jeering face, twisted into a cruel clown's smile.

"This everyone?" Hawkeye's voice came over the intercom. He had given them twenty minutes for this brief little stop and they were about ten minutes in. They'd need to circle back and fly north to meet the others in New Jersey, and then, onto the mysterious safe house that Barton refused to share the location of.

Bonnie was still strapped into her seat and she closed her eyes, taking a chance to just breathe. So much had happened - so much kept on happening. They hardly ever got a break. The universe never seemed to stay safe for very long, there was always some new threat coming to challenge the peace, some tragedy at play. She had set aside her emotions, dedicating herself to this job, trying to use her skills as best as she could to save everyone.

"Seek me in Ἀθῆναι by summer's end," a voice whispered into her mind and Bonnie jolted, her eyes springing open. There was no one out of place. No one on the plane had the ability of telepathy as far as she knew. Her heart was pounding wildly. She had no idea who it was that had reached out to her, but in the midst of this crisis, she didn't have the time to question and ponder as much as she wanted to do so.
In A Flying Yellow Spaceship - Above New Jersey: 9:50 P.M
"You... you just killed a man," Amelia exclaimed, pointing at Raynor. "I know that you were dying or something or just woke up from a flower nap, but you can't just kill people - I mean I suppose it was in self defense, but bloody hell, he should've stood trial... But then again he did attack Sparky and she's major preggo, so, he obviously wasn't a very good person and he tried to kill us all so... Thanks, I think? Like, that wasn't really justice there, but at the same time it was? I don't know what my opinion is on this other than aghhhh. I think I'm going to pipe down and just finish flying, eh, mate? And I'll leave the morality questions for later..."

"... I honestly didn't listen to a word you just said," Raynor admitted. Amelia struck him as a chatterbox and as someone who couldn't handle moral grey areas. She seemed to have talked herself out at least, allowing him to walk on over - carefully, as to avoid falling - to Astrad's body. He pulled out the knife and wiped it clean on Astrad's clothing, before putting Lyting away. "We should throw his body in the harbor when we get a chance."

"Wait, what? Are we covering this up? You killed him in self defense, this wasn't a crime, but.... I guess we really can't just go waltz on up to the police with the aliens and all, but still, when this all blows over someone is going to come looking for him. And it would be pretty fishy of us to just cover up the fact that he's dead," Amelia rambled, continuing to pilot the ship as they were rapidly closing in on their destination.

"I don't want the son of a bitch on my ma-on Nanna's ship," Raynor snapped. "He tried to kill us. He tried to hurt my pregnant wife. I want his corpse at the bottom of the fucking ocean and I want his soul to rot - he doesn't get to go to Valhalla. There's nothing honorable about a fucking HYDRA squid."
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Camelot - Prison
Skills: N/A
"Hmm, don't tell me - Jean Valjean? If I declare that my name is Javert, will you run in fright and terror?" Megan asked the prisoner she had freed, staring at him with such a serious look on her face. She wouldn't have been shocked to find out that somehow, Les Miserables existed in this world along with all of the fairytale characters. She was a bit disappointed that they had yet to run into someone like Frankenstein's Monster, or perhaps even Dracula, but such was life. She'd very much be fascinated if they ran into a mummy, too - but at least there were bound to be witches here, even if they weren't the sort who danced naked in the woods.

The prisoner they had come here to rescue had been freed, and now, it was time to depart - only ten guards stopped them. Megan glanced to her side, noticing that one of their company had drawn their bow and arrows. She didn't say as much, but she agreed - a fight was imminent. She cracked her wrists before drawing her sword, excalibur, from its scabbard. The guards clearly recognized the sword and they hesitated.

"You have two options. You can fight and leave here in a body bag. Or you can leave in peace," Megan said calmly.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ and 🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Fields of Mars
Skills: N/A
Nancy didn't have a good feeling about the battle that was ahead of them. They had done everything they could to prepare - all of their troops were in position and the last few bits of construction were nearing completion. She was certain that Alexandra had to have done those sacrifices by now as well. There wasn't anything else they could do. It was the setting sun that felt so incredibly ominous to her. As much as she loved her Aunt Diana, she was a child of the sun god. And with darkness settling in, their visibility would be poor, making any battles harder for the demigods to fight. The final bad omen? The Greeks had arrived in their ship, an unsettling reminder of the last Greek-Roman Civil War. The only lucky break they had so far was that it wasn't a full moon.

She took in the ensemble of Greeks, raising an eyebrow. They looked more or less as she expected. The orange t-shirts peaked out from underneath Greek armor. A few of them looked even younger than the typical probatio. The one called Demetri bore a striking resemblance to her father. A wicked idea crossed her mind though as he asked to go and help, rather than joining them for a debriefing. There was one centurion present that she did not want to have to be around right now, and Demetri gave her the perfect opportunity to get rid of her. "Leandra, would you escort Demetri to the Fifth Cohort? They could probably use the help with construction." If Fortuna was with them, Leandra would slip and fall in the sewers. It would be so very.

Leda, meanwhile, was itching for something to happen. She could practically smell the tension in the air. The Romans were always so serious and brooding, so it made the lead up to a battle feel even more intense. At Camp Half-blood, they tended to be a lot more casual and fluid when it came to things. They didn't organize into military units or whatever it was that they did here in New Rome. They certainly didn't have anything as fancy as a Senate House - they had a game room in the Big House that Leda was pretty sure the counselors used for meetings with Mr. D., although she had never been herself. Still though, the Romans did provide amazing drama.

"I think the Fifth Cohort or whatever has to be doing something gross, luv," she whispered conspiratorially to Kiera. They had watched the Housewives of New Rome earlier via the Iris Message. There had to be more to this than what they were just saying. Leda fidgeted slightly, adjusting one of the straps of her armor. Hopefully the debriefing wouldn't really take too long. She didn't feel like sitting through a powerpoint presentation. All they needed to know was who they were fighting and how to kill them, that was it. Anything else was just extra pomp.


In RPG Pet Pageant - Voting Thread! → 5 yrs ago Forum: News
Category: Dog
1st Pick: McKenzy
2nd Pick: Bowie
3rd Pick: Gizmo

Category: Cat
1st Pick: Onyx
2nd Pick: Suki
3rd Pick: Mosse

Category: MISC
1st Pick: Peep
2nd Pick: Danica
3rd Pick: Enigma
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Liberty Island
Skills: Telepathy
"I know we will, I'm not dying because of fucking Loki, he's barely even an A list villain these days," Guin groaned, talking through the immense pain as she answered Annie's well intentioned words. As much as her mind was consumed with the immense pain of having two broken legs, she also was a Stark - and Starks had legendary egos, unlike anything the world had ever seen before. Guin felt that her death would have to be up against some Galactus level threat at least, probably be some event the entire world saw with a snappy catchphrase she could repeat before being epic. Loki just didn't work for that vision.

"Ugh, Iris, when all of this is over, me and you are going to have a chat about self respect," Guin said. She was biting down on the inside of her cheek and it wasn't giving her any relief. Pietro apparently decided to make her choices for her, but she was in too much pain to be properly annoyed. And suddenly, it all stopped. The roaring hellfire in her bones had quieted down to a dull roar. Her legs were incredibly sore, but they were whole, and she could think clearly. "I'm fine, I'm fine," she announced, picking up her helmet and putting it back on. Guess I have Wanda to thank for that? My legs aren't going to suddenly break again under a full moon right?

So kind to my sister Guina, be glad she was able to fix it!

You're right, Guin admitted. "Thank you, Wanda."

I'll be honest I was just hoping she'd be able and wasn't positive she'd be able to.

Maybe you shouldn't call Vision a toaster now then, Guin suggested, as she flew up into the air and aimed her uni-beam and repuslors at Loki. She fired off shot after shot after shot, hitting him only once in the elbow. The guy was infuriatingly hard to hit and injure. His entire strategy seemed to revolve around chaos and distraction, so all Guin wanted to do was shut him up by hitting him as hard as she could with her blasts. She was getting really tired of this crazy guy throwing fireballs at them constantly. He is still a toaster.

And turning their allies against them, that needed to stop too.
Neil Spellman
Location: Liberty Island
Skills: Telekinetic Combat
Runa's eyes had turned black as well, as she fell back under Loki's sway. She emotionlessly and coldly targeted the strongest person present - the Scarlet Witch. The magical energy from her was all Runa needed to feel in order to determine that. She threw a blast of concentrated darkness at the witch, only to miss. She growled slightly and threw another, missing again. Her third shot was true though, blasting the Scarlet Witch backwards. She rushed forward and hit Wanda in the throat with her staff, before pressing down on her. "Mortal witch, you should know better than to test the fury of an Asgardian. Your powers are nothing."

Neil, meanwhile, had an idea. One of his least favorite things as a Dungeon Master was remembering to do concentration checks. He glanced at Carolina for a moment, before giving her a slight smile. What he was about to do could easily be suicide. "You're my best friend," he told her quietly, before Neil went off at a sprint. He didn't want them to have to face yet another round of fireball. Their allies were under some strange spell. But if he could break Loki's concentration, maybe he could stop that. He was ran right up to Loki, a little bit shocked that the God of Mischief hadn't done anything to stop him.

He leapt at Loki, attempting to tackle him, only for Loki to sidestep and cause him to hit the ground. He grabbed at Loki's food, trying to use both his strength and his telekinesis to pull Loki down to the ground, but Loki kicked his grip loose and he failed. He got back up to his feet and this time, he hugged Loki, refusing to let go no matter how much the god squirmed and struggled to break free. He then took in a deep breath and Neil screamed in his face as loud as he could, still hugging him, all in an attempt to break Loki's concentration long enough for his spells to fail so they could capture him once and for all.
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore Age is very off :P Years with X-Factor is also very off. Rest looks fine.
In 🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Runa Johansson
Location: Nidavellir
Skills: Amokinesis
Runa couldn't help but stare slightly at the dwarf who sat down on the table next to her with BIG BOY written on his shirt. Dwarves weren't really matching her imagery of them from fairytales, although nothing so far had really matched her expectations. She was doing her best to just go with the flow and accept things as they were happening, even if she also wanted to run screaming and demand that the universe find someone else to go and save it. She had never really understood before from books and movies, but some people didn't have a choice - when destiny came calling, they had to answer. "Stop!" Runa called out, her eyes wide as Big Boy quickly took the tools and started to leave the room.

She had no idea what to do. They hadn't planned for someone else to try and steal these tools. Nadia had bet her weapon and now even if she won the game, there was nothing for her. She glanced at Klara, hoping that the elder einherjar would have some idea of what to do in this situation, that she'd already have an action plan. "He's stealing the tools!" Runa added desperately, aware of the deep irony.
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Trainerblue192
May 17th, 2021
Somewhere: Some Time.
"Of course," Larson said. "You don't need to thank me - I'm just doing what anyone would do," she added. She hesitated for a moment, before deciding to unburden something she had been keeping secret, something that even Fury didn't know. "I have a son - he's not even a year old yet. I like to think that this planet, this amazing little blue rock, will still be around when he's older."
Serval Industries, Virginia - Quinjet: 9:40 P.M.
Breacher must have been insane, as he was nowhere near Folly and yet decided to have a conversation with her. It was probably from all of the head trauma he had suffered earlier. Bonnie couldn't help but surmise as much privately, thinking that it would be for the best if he left for Serval with some of the others now that they had arrived. She had strapped herself into a seat as they were about to land and Kwassi refused medical treatment. She gave a bit of a questioning look to Cass, curious about the other end of that phone conversation.

As they landed on the landing platform at Serval Industries, Hawkeye's warning apparently hadn't been listened to by everyone. Cass and Kwassi both stumbled and fell into the wall of the quinjet rather hard, which would definitely give them some bruises. Matt was a bit jostled but managed to maintain his balance. Folly had it the worst. She had been very excited at the idea of a violent landing without safety measures and she fell in the worst popular manner. There were spare arrows for Hawkeye nearby and she accidentally ended up impaling herself with quite a few of them, the arrows going straight through her stomach. "Owwwww!" Folly screeched, although there was a tint of merriment to her scream.

"I did warn you all," Hawkeye's voice came over the intercom, as the ramp lowered so they could leave the quinjet. "Wheels up in twenty. Anyone who is leaving, get off now. That includes you, Princess Crazy."
In A Flying Yellow Spaceship - Above New York State: 9:40 P.M
Amelia couldn't help but roll her eyes slightly as Astrad told her to hail everyone on all frequencies and alert them to their presence. She had really been trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but he was rubbing her the wrong way. She wouldn't have been surprised if he started mansplaining more things to her too, like how to fly. Amelia turned around slightly, swiveling her butt in the beanbag chair, and she sneezed.

Now, for an ordinary person, a sneeze was nothing. But for someone with the inhuman power to manipulate air, it was no simple sneeze. A huge gust of wind came from Amelia's nostrils and mouth, flying directly at Astrad. The Swede wasn't at all prepared and he was blasted out of his beanbag, soaring to the back of the yellow spaceship and going splat against the wall. "Ugh, I'm beginning to see why women shouldn't fly..." Astrad mumbled.

"Oops. My bad, cunt," Amelia said innocently, before turning around in her beanbag chair. They were making really good time. No one had picked them up on radar and now with a destination in mind, they just needed to detour south to head to New Jersey. Amelia made an abrupt U-turn basically and they zipped along. With the speed they were going at, they'd be at the boardwalk in the next few minutes.

Raynor had actually been saddened to hear that Abercrombie had died. He hadn't particularly liked her, but she had been part of the team - part of his people. He couldn't help but think if he had been there and not some stupid skrull imposter, Abercrombie probably would still be alive. "Sounds like whoever was on the phone was having one hell of a time," he commented dryly, staring at Astrad in the back. The Swede was just sitting there, muttering something over and over again underneath his breath. Raynor couldn't quite hear it, but he already hated the guy and didn't need much of a reason to be suspicious.

Astrad stumbled to his feet, a strange hollow look in his eyes. His words were audible now, spoken in fluent German. "Gute Soldaten folgen Befehlen. Gute Soldaten folgen Befehlen. Gute Soldaten folgen Befehlen." There was a phone in his hand and Astrad dropped it to the ground unceremoniously, as if he didn't even know he had been using it a minute ago.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Raynor frowned.

"Bloody hell, what's he saying, mate?" Amelia asked, unnerved. She did not speak German. She was pretty sure it was German that he was speaking - that or some similar language from Europe.

"Good soldiers follow orders," Raynor answered. He spoke the All-Tongue. He understood all languages through it and he could be understood by everyone because of it. Most S.H.I.E.L.D. agents didn't know he was Asgardian, instead assuming that he had just picked up a ton of languages easily over his career. Raynor pulled his dagger, Lyting, from its sheath at the same moment that Astrad sent explosive bombs of ice flying at them like shrapnel. Amelia blew as hard as she could, sending the bits of ice flying back at Astrad with the powerful gust of wind.

"Gute Soldaten folgen Befehlen," Astrad repeated, even as bits of ice were embedded in his body.

Raynor threw his dagger at Astrad, and his aim was true - the dagger hit Astrad head, killing him instantly.

"What the fuck was that?!?!?!" Amelia exclaimed.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 17th, 2021 - 1:20 PM

Casper Theriot
Location: the Glitter Factory
Skills: Mediumship
Casper was going into shock. He was only vaguely aware of his surroundings, which admittedly wasn't that unusual for him. Sometimes when he was high, he would dissociate from his body, imagining that he ended up in a place he called the Void. It was the boundary between life and death, and whenever he had gone there, he had felt safe and comfortable. His traumas and pain weren't allowed there, it was all just pure bliss. But he hadn't felt a need to go to the Void in a long time, not since he had started dating James. He didn't need to run away from his life to be happy.

Pretty much everyone had fled the Glitter Factory, aside from a few who were too scared to move. The glitter kept on falling down from the ceiling at odd intervals and WAP was screeching over the speakers. The hooded figure had been knife-to-sword with Zarina, but Echo's dick kick had knocked him backwards, creating the distance he desperately needed. "I know everything about you, Harold Simmons," he replied, his voice sounded inhuman, robotic - like he was using a voice modifier like in Star Wars.

"I have a message for Professor X and his precious X-Men. If they do not surrender to Reverend Stryker by midnight, I will detonate a terrigen bomb that will make Washington D.C. inhabitable to mutants for generations," the figure said. "I am the X-Cutioner, mutants. I am your reckoning." He then pressed a button on his belt and suddenly, he was gone. Like he had never been there at all.

They were alone in the Glitter Factory.
Veil
Location: Eisenhower Building - East Wing
Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation
Veil was actively maintaining their cover as they moved into the East Wing. They were extremely lucky to have not run into any security officers or just ordinary workers so far. In fact, it made Veil hesitate for a moment. She had excused everything as just being due to people being off on their lunch break, but her paranoia was starting to get the better of her. Something was very wrong here. She frowned. She didn't say it to the others, but she was beginning to suspect that the Hellfire Club had something to do with this, that they had cleared the building and were currently tampering with the President's vaccines.

"Be careful, I don't think we're the only ones here," she whispered softly to the rest of the group, as they approached room 97 - the offices of the White House Medical Unit. The door was slightly ajar and Veil could hear people inside, talking loudly. The only problem was they weren't medical officials. They weren't supposed to be there. In fact, one of them she had gone to school with - she recognized his voice and it filled her with dread.

Kid Omega.

She heard three more voices, but she couldn't make out what they were saying and she didn't recognize them. Unfortunately, she didn't even get a chance, as a voice whispered in her mind, as well as the mind of everyone else present. "Was wondering when you assholes would show up. Come on in, don't be shy, we won't bite," Kid Omega taunted.

The door swung open all of the way, a young adult with pink spiky hair and hipster glasses smirking at them. A black girl with cornrows in her hair was behind him, shuffling a deck of cards back and forth. Next to her was a rather flamboyant blonde man in a pink jumpsuit, and lastly, a girl with skin resembling a domino was busy at work... with the vaccines.

"Kid Omega. Was wondering where you'd washed up. What, you got tired of bullying students, so you decided to join the fucking Hellfire Club?" Havok accused.

"Havok, don't - he's an omega level mutant," Veil warned him, dropping the invisibility sphere around them. There wasn't much point in it at the moment. Kid Omega knew they were there.
Sunshine
Location: Mutant Underground: Entranceway
Skills: N/A
Sunshine nodded slightly, but she was curious and a little unsettled at everything. "I'm going to go look," she told him, before she made her way up the staircase. She frowned slightly as she looked up and down the hallway. The Mutant Underground wasn't always in great shape, but it looked like an earthquake had hit the place. She turned around and went back down the staircase, her eyes widening slightly as she noticed what looked like a bloodstain on the carpet, although the blood was dried. Had Jack been the one behind all of this?

"Did you all get attacked or something today?" Sunshine asked Max, hoping that he would say yes and explain that the Hellfire Club or the Purifiers or someone had showed up, just so she could write off the possibility of Jack being behind all of this. She was so incredibly confused with her own kidnapping and then her mini island vacation with Max already, she didn't need more weirdness being added to her day.
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