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In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Liberty Island
Skills: Telepathy, Basic Serbian
Guin raised a bit of an eyebrow, seeing Wanda and Pietro bicker with each other. She couldn't help but feel a bit nervous with an angry, pregnant Wanda - the last time Wanda had gotten upset, she had rewritten all of reality into a horrible nightmare posing as a dream. She shivered ever so slightly, remembering how in that world, she had asked Pietro to kill her.

"Mislim da izgledaš toplo - wait, fuck, no... Mislim da izgledaš zgodno, dušo - i to su ipak naše boje venčanja,"Guin repeated, fixing her little language faux pas, while stepping out of her suit. She was definitely going to need to scrap it and create a new model, it had gone through a lot of wear and tear in just a few hours.

"...Od kada je mogla da govori srpski?" Wanda instantly asked, looking a bit stunned.

"S obzirom da se cela stvar za koju volimo da se pretvaramo nikada nije dogodila i zanemarujemo da je ona ikada postojala." Pietro responded with a shrug.

"Oh."

Guin had to play the sentences back in her head a few times in order to get the gist of what was being said. She scratched at her left wrist ever so slightly, unconsciously really, before her mind was able to supply a translation. "Honestly, being taught Serbian as Pietro's fantasy was much better than being forced to wear dresses," Guin commented, crossing her arms slightly.

"Glad to know I can't have a spoken conversation with my brother now without you possibly over hearing us," Wanda responded, clearly sounding a bit annoyed with her.

"Wanda be nice..."

"I still think the shirt looks horrid."

"And I still say it looks great!"

She never really understood sibling dynamics, as she was an only child. Until she was about ten years old, she had just been screaming for her father's love and attention. The best years were from ages 10 to 12, when he had reformed and become Iron Man, but before he almost died. After that, it almost hurt more that he was trying to be an attentive and caring father. So when faced with her sister-in-law passive aggressively implying she didn't want Guin around, her solution was to be dramatic. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Wanda. Here, I'll go and leave you alone, so you can talk shit about me behind my back. And don't worry, I won't read your mind, I'm more of a mech than a telepath anyways."

"Good, no one likes you."

"Wanda just shut up."

"Make me!" Wanda snapped back, her eyes having a reddish glow and her hands had that aura around them.

"So now you're going to freak out on me? Really Wanda?"

"At least my husband's a person and not a piece of second rate Pym tech that'll blow its circuits in a year!" Guin snapped, seeing red herself - even though that sadly didn't give her a cool glow.

"Shut up!" Wanda snapped before she sent a blast of energy directly at Guin. Except Pietro instantly got in between them and got knocked backwards instead and stumbled back.

"Can you two stop it? Seriously! Wanda, stop attacking her, Guina, she was teasing me and making life difficult for me, that is kind of what siblings do."

"Why? She stepped into a conversation she hadn't been invited to join!"

Guin's heart skipped a beat as Pietro was blasted backwards, but at least he seemed to be okay. When she blinked, she could still see Muscles on the ground, dead. "Oh, since when do I need a formal invitation to step in and tell my husband that he looks hot as fuck? If we need invitations for conversations, then Wanda, you're uninvited from this one!"

"Shut up, you are nothing!" Wanda snapped, before she looked like she was about to blast Guin backwards, raising her hands, and once again, Pietro stepped in. He instantly hugged his sister and pinned her arms to her sides. "Let go of me Pietro."

"Not until you calm down," he responded calmly. You do realize that both of you are giving me a headache and making things worse right? he then said to Guin mentally.

Guin took a breath. Communication skills were never something really prioritized in her family. "...Sorry..." she mumbled, before stepping back into her suit and walking off to give Pietro and Wanda some space. She didn't know why Wanda was able to get under her skin so easily - why she lost her cool like that.

Are you okay Guina?

Yeah, I'm fine, focus on Wanda.

I can multi task, so how about you tell me the truth?

I honestly don't even know what's bothering me, okay? Guin admitted. She didn't really like this awkward moment they were in, when the battle was won but they hadn't left the scene yet. It felt like when sports teams lingered on the field after a game, without really knowing what was going to come next.

It's okay Guina... And don't worry about Wanda, she doesn't like much of anyone, so she kind of is rude and mean to more then a few people...

If it bothers her so fucking much that I know a little Serbian, which only happened because she made me learn it, I'll ask Xavier to remove the information from my mind, Guin replied a bit grumpily. And I know. I'm pretty sure she hates me more than she does most people.

Guina... It's okay... And clearly you haven't seen her around everyone she has ever met for the first time, most of the time she tends to throw people around...

Come to think of it, she's the reason I'm a mutant, too. If it wasn't for her fucking around in my brain, trying to scare me to death, my X-gene wouldn't have popped.

Guina... Can you calm down please? Pietro asked her mentally. Wanda had seemingly calmed down and they were just standing off to the side talking now.

I am calm.

If you say so...

I do, okay? You don't need to worry about me. Just hang out with Wanda, honestly maybe even spend a few days with her, she really seems to miss you.

You do realize that you might also be subjecting me to dealing with the toaster right?

I dunno, trick him into saying control, alt, delete - it might work to shut him down. And if not, just plug in a bunch of appliances to him and watch him get overheated and power off. But you clearly miss Wanda and she misses you, so go spend some time with her.

Alright Guina.

Guin nodded, making some mental plans. She could always just stay at the X-Mansion while Pietro was gone and take advantage of it being summer, meaning most of the students weren't there. Or she could go spend some time with her dad and Pepper. The most appealing option though was going to New Orleans for a little vacation. Maybe she'd convince Mary to go with her, but she also felt a bit like going solo. Disneyland was also an option, especially since she hadn't had a chance to check out Galaxy's Edge. A small part of her had expected Pietro to put up some sort of fuss about the idea of spending time away from her, but he hadn't. She didn't know how to feel about that.
Neil Spellman
Location: Liberty Island
Skills: N/A
Neil nodded, looking up at Edus in confusion. He didn't really understand what he was being told. He certainly didn't have any ability to resurrect the dead - his aunties had explained it to him when he was little that while everyone else in the Spellman family was special, he was ordinary. He took Carolina's hand as he got up to his feet, relieved to see that she was completely healed - that everyone was completely healed. Against all odds, they had made it out of the conflict with Loki in one piece, without any casualties. "Carolina... Maybe we shouldn't..." Neil said softly.

He was scared of what they would find - that maybe if they looked into it, it would turn out to be some horrible curse. He'd rather not know. He'd rather just be ignorant about it all and just accept the simple gift of life. Of course, he knew that Carolina likely would insist that they'd have to figure it out and he knew that she was right from a logical perspective. It was just fear that was holding him back from agreeing with her wholeheartedly. Deep down, he couldn't help but feel that whatever happened... was wrong. And that if Carolina knew more about him and his family, she'd run away too - just like Sara had.

Meanwhile, Runa was still lying down at the bottom of the crater. She stared at Lance as he came over and asked if she was okay. Why was he being so nice to her, after everything she had done? Perhaps this was why mortals and Asgardians were not supposed to court, she couldn't help but reflect. "I am well," she lied. "Thank you for the offer of assistance, but until I know any residual magics of my uncle's have gone, I think it would be best to avoid physical contact," she said practically. "... I am sorry for the harm and trouble that I have caused. I will take my leave to Asgard, if that is what you wish," she said, looking at Lance mostly with those last few words.

Lance wasn't sure what to think with Runa's words, however, he instantly walked to her and pulled her into his arms and hugged her, saying nothing.

Runa's chin wobbled and the air filling up her lungs felt unsteady. She didn't realize she was about to cry until it was already too late, and she was sobbing into Lance's chest, the tears hot and sticky. "I-I-I'm s-s-so s-sorry, I-I know you m-m-must hate m-me," Runa choked out, her composure gone.

"Why do you think I hate you? It wasn't your fault... And don't try convincing me otherwise..."

"I-I-I s-should h-h-have stopped him," Runa stammered. "It w-was my fault that h-he was able to enchant us."

"Runa, it's okay."

She bit her lip and shook her head. "Y-y-you would be wise to find a mortal for companionship... I-I c-can't do anything but hurt you."

"I've been trying to find you Runa..."

"Do you regret that?" she asked quietly, sniffling as she tried to regain her composure, so that way she could hold her head high instead of sobbing into Lance's shoulder.

"Nope, I definitely don't regret it."
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Trainerblue192
May 17th, 2021
Skrull Prison Ship - Orbiting Saturn
The prisoner stared at them, her young eyes hardened with suspicion. Even as tattered and beaten as she was, she still had a regal quality to her gaze. She looked like the sort of person who should have been ordering troops into battle and negotiating treaties, rather than wasting away as the sole occupant on this prison block. "If this is a trick, I do not care for it," the girl finally said.

"Look, we aren't here to hurt you - we aren't shapeshifters," Hope said, as gently as she could - but even then, it came out a bit blunt. "We were prisoners on this ship, too." she added, hoping that might get the girl to trust them.

Suddenly, a lone pair of guards came into view and they gasped. "The terrans are after the Princess!" one screamed, as the other took off at a run to go sound an alarm. The remaining skrull raised his weapon and opened fire on the group, not giving them any time for warning shots. Luckily, he was a terrible shot, only grazing Hope in the arm. The skrulls tended to rely on surprise for their attacks, as well as isolating their targets so they could gang up on them - so essentially, the opposite of this situation.
Jersey City Boardwalk - New Jersey: 10:20 P.M
"...It was just a joke, Sparks," Raynor said, shaking his head. He knew that she had been terrified and alone. He didn't doubt that she was strong enough to make her own choices, hell, he liked knowing that Sparky could make do without him. It calmed his nerves, knowing that whenever the day came that his past caught up with him, she would be okay.

"Yeah, so if you're wondering, that's more or less a summary of what traveling with these two cunts is like," Amelia explained to Cass with an awkward shrug. She wasn't too worried about anyone present being a skrull. The only skrull she had ever met had been Maria and she had been super weird about the entire thing - what with her trying to do trust falls mid-flight with a pregnant woman. No one here was asking for weird potentially fatal activities, so they seemed chill enough.

"Are you even really Reed?" Raynor asked, narrowing his eyes and ignoring Amelia's rambling. Was he the only one concerned about how easily this entire thing could be a trap? The skrulls had managed to overpower him and leave him for dead - if it hadn't been for pure dumb luck, he would have died. He wouldn't have ended up in his mother's healing garden. Sparky would be alone, without anyone to protect her, and their child (gods, he hoped it was their child) would grow up fatherless.

He frowned, hearing Niah babbling on and on. She wasn't at all like herself. If it hadn't been for the obvious recent amputation of her leg, he would have been certain she was a skrull. That, and he knew instinctively that she wasn't lying. It was one of his abilities - he always knew if someone was lying to him or not. "No, it didn't," he answered her bluntly. "You seem psychotic, Bautista."

Raynor huffed slightly, annoyed that apparently Oliver was the only one taking all of this seriously too. He assumed Oliver wasn't likely to be a skrull, given that no skrull would insist on being tested by the God of Lies and... Niah... to see if they were an impostor or not. "Alright, if everyone would just introduce yourselves, I'll suss out who the skrulls are," Raynor said with a slight sigh.

Amelia had no idea how that was supposed to work. She only knew the bare minimum when it came to what was going on. She also didn't really know what powers everyone had, beyond Sparky who seemed to be able to fly and shock people who irritated her. "Uh, well, I'm Amelia Baptiste, callsign Thrill Seeker. I'm an Aussie, I'm 27 years old, and I recently learned that I'm inhuman or whatever the term is. I'm terrified of needles and I hate taking exams. I love animals, flying, karaoke, and camping underneath the stars at night, even if there's a wicked amount of spiders crawling all over the place. I was adopted, my dads could be described by that and they were roommates meme thing, very gay, very in love. One of my dads died in a plane crash, that was real rough... Kinda destroyed my other dad... I ended up joining the RAAF, but they didn't let women train as fast jet fighter pilots which was a load of bullshit, so I ended up joining S.H.I.E.L.D. so I could fly faster and higher... Is that what you needed from me? That was too much, wasn't it?"

"...Yeah, she's not a skrull," Raynor said, shaking his head. "I need a drink after that."
Quinjet - New Jersey: 10:20 P.M
Bonnie had decided to stay on the plane as well - they didn't need everyone heading off in order to greet the people they were picking up. She wondered what would be done with the other two ships, given how adverse Barton was to giving out the coordinates of their ultimate destination to anyone else. She got the sense that it wasn't an issue he would budge on. She also didn't want to leave the President alone. She only knew for certain that she herself was not a skrull. She didn't want to walk off on the off chance that Kwassi and Evelyn were both skrulls.

She pursed her lips slightly, listening patiently to Kwassi's explanation, even though she had more experience when it came to studying the skrulls. Once he finished, she paused for a second before offering her own thoughts. "They're perfect shapeshifters - even DNA samples extracted are indistinguishable. We'd never been able to take a live skrull into custody before, so we don't know how they are able to access the memories of whoever they shapeshift to act like, but I doubt that they're being helped by a mutant telepath. Our first encounter with them was in December. It was likely just a scout, but we weren't able to interrogate the skrull, as it died. The Asgardian out there, Raynor, he's the only one to return so far after being replaced... We have no reason to suspect that they keep hostages."
In The Gifted - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 17th, 2021 - 1:50 PM
Veil
Location: Eisenhower Building - East Wing
Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation, Leadership
Seconds before Sapphire managed to construct her icy barricade, Glimpse rushed Tarot. Tarot's eyes widened in surprise as she moved her hands to shield her face, but she was too slow. Glimpse's punch at super-speed to the head was akin to shooting a gun at pointblank range, with deadly effectiveness. Tarot's head caved in underneath the force of Glimpse's fist and the mutant crumpled to the ground like a puppets whose strings had been cut, dead.

Sapphire's ice barricade went up seconds later, with Sapphire increasing its thickness until it was no longer see-through. Veil didn't need someone to explain to her what to do next, as she cloaked everyone in the group with invisibility. It would be easiest for her to maintain if everyone stuck close together - spread out too much and it would be harder for her to make them all disappear. "Stay close to me, we need to get to the van," Veil ordered. She didn't feel a need to impress upon them all what would happen if S.H.I.E.L.D. caught them, especially after Glimpse killed Tarot in plain view of the law enforcement agency. It was a mistake on the same level of what Max had done to the cops. Once they got out of here - if they got out of here - she'd have to lecture Glimpse about to use of force... and prepare Glimpse for a life on the run.

With Tarot gone, the tower and the dragon disappeared. The sudden absence of the tower only further damaged the structural integrity of the building. The entire place was shaking and could come down on them any minute. Sapphire's icy barricade was withstanding the shots by the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, but it wouldn't hold up for long.

"You idiot!" Havok hissed at Glimpse, not sharing Veil's inclination to wait. "You just fucking killed someone in front of the super-cops! And it's not like you're a nobody, you're Captain Britain's kid, they'll have you ID'd so fast it'll make your head spin!"

"Not now, Havok - we need to work together to get out of here, or we're all going to be executed as terrorists," Veil reminded him. They didn't have the time to get Kid Omega and Empath out of there. They'd be lucky to escape themselves. Veil exited the room of the White House Medical Unit, grateful to see that the East Wing was deserted. Havok followed her, as they headed down the corridor and emerged back into the lobby they had come from.

Veil cursed under her breath as she looked outside. S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't just have eyes in the sky, they had boots on the ground. Each end of the road had a blockade made out of cars. They'd have to find a way to sneak on past the barricades to get to where they had stashed the car. "Stareyes... How many people can you carry at once?" Veil asked, getting a bit of an idea.

"There's no way we can just slip on past them, we have to fight," Havok argued.

"Fighting S.H.I.E.L.D.? If we do that, that's it for us - we'll be cut off from the rest of the Mutant Underground at best, and at worst, Xavier'll shut the entire thing down."
Casper Theriot
Location: the Mutant Underground - Garage -> Entranceway
Skills: Mediumship
"Ha, ha, very funny!" Casper shouted at Spark Plug, rubbing his face. He was purposefully not looking at Ben, so that way he wouldn't need to see the righteous, smug smirk on Ben's face. However, his will power was pretty low and Casper looked at him, only to groan to see Ben looking so proud.

"Nice to meet you too, Waverley," Ben said, even though Casper wasn't actively channeling him. It had been weird enough that he had managed to slap Casper, which Ben figured was probably some small part of Casper actually being self-aware of how badly in need of a slap he had been. Ben rolled his eyes at James though - "He started it."

"I did not, Benjamin!" Casper whined. "You gotta believe me, bae, he was the one who started it. He's acting all high and mighty, telling me to go commit suicide for the greater good. But you know what? Our lives are in danger too. I don't want to see myself die - or more importantly, see you die, babe. Ghost sex isn't one of my kinks. In fact, it's my anti-kink, just ask Ben."

"...What? We have never slept together, damn it, Casper!"

Casper sort of shrugged at Ben, before allowing James to lead him out of the car and into the Underground proper. He felt a little bit jealous seeing James hug Sunshine, Waverley, and Max - but he didn't say anything about it. Despite popular belief, Casper did know that he was a bit of an attention hog, and that was his problem to deal with, not James'.
Sunshine
Location: Mutant Underground: Entranceway
Skills: N/A
Sunshine flinched as Waverley ran up to her and wrapped her into a hug. She wasn't very big on physical affection - even emotional affection and closeness was asking a lot of her. She awkwardly patted Waverley on the back, her little way of returning the hug. "I'm fine, he tried to annoy me to death with how bad he is at magic, and he teleported me to some freaky haunted island," she answered Waverley. She left out the entire part about how she had healed Max and didn't totally hate him anymore.

She stiffened more as James came on up and added onto the hug. Veil's twin brother touched her head. Casper, the big goof, joined in on the group hug as well. "Next person who touches me loses an eye," she grumbled. She was being squished by so many people who cared about her or whatever, and her skin felt like it was on fire. She couldn't watch her back. She couldn't decide when to end the contact, since she was in the middle. Her breathing kicked up slightly, but she was too proud to hyperventilate, so she more or less tried to muscle her way through it. She tensed up, seeing that Jack was back, especially as he called her Rookie.

"So are you losing your mind or what?" she asked Jack, as Casper finally let go of her.

"Honestly, it's not that shocking if Jackie did go crazy. Davie and Val both already did, so the odds are against him. Guess it's from Maman's side of the family. Thank god I didn't get the crazy gene, right? I'm the sane one in the family."

"Shut up, Casper."
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Camelot - Sewers
Skills: N/A
Megan wasn't shocked, to say the very least, that they had been pursued. In fact, given the level of volume the group was making, it would have been more unlikely for no one to find them down in the sewer's depths. She quietly and without complaint moved into the alcove that Hansel had indicated, keeping her sword sheathed for the moment. She didn't feel the need to draw it just yet. If their pursuers came into their hiding place, then she would draw her blade - but for now, excalibur could rest. Besides, the space was rather cramped with them all pressed in together, there wasn't much room for drawing weapons.

She glanced at her brother for a moment, trying to ascertain his thoughts by the lines on his face. The dim lighting made it difficult though, so she turned attention to the opening of the alcove, waiting to see a metallic sheen emerge as some guard came forward. She breathed quietly, not wanting to couch and give away their position. Their pursuers were rather noisy and rowdy, she could hear their voices being carried through the tunnels, echoing.
In 🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Runa Johansson
Location: Nidavellir
Skills: N/A
Runa gaped with astonishment as Klara's kitten transformed into a giant beast, easily the size of a tiger. She was still having some trouble wrapping her head around everything that she was seeing and experiencing since dying. In some moments, she wanted to run from the information - but she knew that really her only path forward was just to accept the chaos swirling around her. Like for instance, she still didn't know why they couldn't ask someone else for directions, but apparently that wasn't an option - that or Klara and Nadia just hadn't heard her suggest it. She bit her lip slightly as the bully offered to give them the tools, in exchange for an IOU more or less.

Nadia didn't think it was a good idea, and Runa trusted her when she said that. She didn't know what sort of favors the bully may ask for, but if Nadia thought it was a dangerous deal, then there was no way Runa was going to support taking it. "No thank you," Runa told the giant, speaking softly but still loudly enough that he would be able to hear her.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Liberty Island
Skills: Telepathy
"Yeah, I don't really care if you're on top of her, beneath her, dangling sideways, whatever - as long as you heal her," Guin said dismissively. She normally enjoyed quips and snarky comments, but not when her best friend's life was dangling precariously by a thread. She watched attentively, like a hawk, as Edus worked his magic and Mary's wounds begun to heal themselves. She sighed in relief, knowing that her friend wasn't going to die - not today, at least. Yeah, Edus took care of it, she replied to Pietro.

In the next few moments, so many things happened at once - Guin caught a glimpse of Wanda protecting Pietro furiously, and she felt closer to her sister-in-law than ever before. She spotted Loki go down for the count, her father proclaiming that he had delivered the final blow. The Asgardian girl, Klara, was rambling her apologies, hopefully the spell was actually broken for real this time. Speaking of which... Guin flew quickly on over to where Loki lay and she blasted him with her repulsors in the face. It would definitely bruise badly. "Just checking he's actually down, I've had enough of his stupid fucking tricks," she explained to her dad.

"Understandable, I was going to fire again if you hadn't," Tony responded.

Guin fired off another repulsor blast, hitting Loki once more. "Double checking," she told her father, biting back a smile.

"I mean in all honesty he deserves it."

"Oh, completely. Pietro almost died because of this asshole. Honestly, I wouldn't cry if the God of Losers stopped breathing," Guin admitted. It was a bit of a dark thought, but so many of the people she cared about had been put in extreme danger because of him. Loki had almost caused her father to die when she was a young girl. He had almost killed Pietro and then, his actions almost killed Mary. The world would be better off without him.
Neil Spellman
Location: Liberty Island
Skills: N/A
Neil looked at Carolina in confusion. "...Did you bring me back to life, then?" he asked her, puzzled. She had weird astral projection type of powers - maybe she had stopped his soul from leaving his body somehow using them? He didn't understand at all what had just happened. He had a massive headache, but otherwise, he felt fine. He knew that he didn't have the power to raise the dead, much less return from death himself. His entire deal was moving things with his mind and making them explode. It was all destruction. That was what he was good at.

He had returned her hug when she gave it, and when she released him, he wiped some of the tears from her face. It was a little strange to know exactly how someone would react when you died, but now he did. She was his truest friend he had had his entire life. His best friend. He didn't want to mess it up. "Or... maybe Edus did something, some spell?" he then asked. He looked around, expecting to see Edus right behind him, but he wasn't there - he was over by Mary.

At the bottom of the crater Runa had been thrown into, Runa was motionless. She was still breathing, fully aware, but she could not bring herself to pick herself up and leave. She had attacked these people twice today. She didn't trust that if she went to greet them, they would treat her as a friend - and even if they did, Loki's spell could still have some sick hold on her. She closed her eyes, wishing that the earth would swallow her whole.
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: Senate House
Skills: Greek Mythology
Leda knew quite a few Greek myths, and the ones relevant to the Labyrinth came to mind as Jason asked for information on it. Mary had covered the basics, but not its history. "It was created by Daedalus, son of Athena, in order to contain the Minotaur. The Minotaur was Pasiphaë's son - you may be more familiar with her more famous sister, Circe, the Witch of Aeaea," Leda summarized. It was a glorified cage, a prison, designed to confine the monster within and trap its prey. It struck her as heartless, hearing the Roman leader order that no one could go in to help their comrade. Had that poor soul even known what they were walking into? Demetri apparently was down there near the Labyrinth, trying to convince the other Roman Leader to bring a clear sighted mortal there to help the stranded soul.

"Since when does he know what a clear sighted mortal is?" Leda murmured conspiratorially, her voice low enough so only Mary and Kiera could hear her. She guessed that maybe someone had told him about what it meant and all, but Leda had assumed that Demetri knew next to nothing about the world of gods and monsters. She also guessed that there was a nonzero chance he would charge into the Labyrinth, not realizing that they'd need at three people in there in order to stand a fighting chance. Three was a good number - anything more or less was doomed, with only a few exceptions.

Nancy, meanwhile, was grateful that Madalyne didn't undermine her authority. She glanced at her fellow praetor, thinking for a moment before she spoke. "We need your magics protecting the gem - not bringing some mortal here to help a girl who would see us all burn before lifting a finger to help us," Nancy told her, her voice calm and steady, although there was anger bubbling beneath the surface. She was angry at Waverley for refusing to learn anything of their world, for mocking and ridiculing them at every turn, for telling lies to Diana, for wandering into the Labyrinth and forcing them to choose between saving her and saving New Rome. She took a breath, breathing in and out of her nose to try to temper her rage.

"We should go and retrieve it, keep it on your person here. Once the battle is over, I'll fetch her myself. Maybe she'd be better off throwing her lot in with the Greeks," she suggested. Waverley was a danger to herself and others with the way she acted. Maybe the Greeks would like that sort of chaos. But if there was one thing becoming abundantly clear to Nancy, it was that she would have to choose between Waverley and the lives of everyone in New Rome - and that Waverley wouldn't even realize or care that the choice had been forced upon her. Demigods died all the time. Many were going to fall in this battle today.

If Waverley couldn't face the Sphinx - and Nancy doubted that she could - she would just be one more funeral shroud... but at least New Rome would stand.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah
February 17th, 2021 - 1:50 PM

Casper Theriot
Location: the Car
Skills: Mediumship
"Oh, I'm greeeeat," Casper told Callie, snuggling happily up to James. "Bae's skin is like a balm for the soul," he said with a sigh. He breathed in James' scent. He could never quite describe it, but if they could use it for scented candles, the Mutant Underground would never have money problems again. It was somehow the smell version of calm - of pure bliss, a state of zen. He didn't mind that Callie seemed to be taking the long route home. It gave him more time to spend cuddling with his beau.

"Didn't Veil tell you all the X-Men were busy?" Ben pointed out. He was squeezed into the back of the van, with barely enough space for his ghostly form to be there. Of course, no one but Casper could hear him and Casper was ignoring him, just enjoying some domestic bliss before the next horrible thing happened. There was always something.

"Shouldn't we contact someone more qualified?" Casper asked, finally joining the relevant conversation - what they were going to do about the X-Cutioner and his threats. "Since let's face it, if my asshole dad is anything, it's a self serving coward. He'd let all the mutants in D.C. die before he gave himself up," Casper commented.

"Would anyone you called believe you?" Ben pointed out. "You're a drug addict, Casper. And everyone else here looks pretty shady to the government and other superhero teams. Someone has to save the mutants here."

"Then why don't you do it, Ben! God, I cannot take a shit without you critiquing the way I bent my knees!" Casper complained.

"Real mature. People's lives are on the line, Casper! Do you know how many mutants there are in D.C.? Do you even care about anyone but yourself?!"

"Shut up, bitch!" Casper shouted at Ben. Ben's ghostly blue form flickered into view for everyone else, as Ben slapped Casper across the face. Casper's spit went flying from a result of the blow, landing in Waverley's eye (gross).

They would then arrive at the Mutant Underground.
Veil
Location: Eisenhower Building - East Wing
Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation
With Empath and Kid Omega down, Veil sized up the rest of their opponents. They had the woman with the tarot cards, who she had nicknamed Tarot in her mind, and then Domino left. Veil didn't really know what Domino's powers were and that made her nervous. She knew what Tarot's power was and that made her all the more nervous. She wished that she had gotten into tarot cards, so that way she could have an idea of what other monsters Tarot could call forth, but she had always found them silly. She didn't believe that they held any power.

The dragon roared and blasted them with a gigantic column of green fire, so hot that Sapphire's hair would begin to turn brown. Veil threw up the strongest force field she could manage, digging in her heels as she tried to remain firm, but her body was being slid back across the floor from the force she was holding off. "Veil, drop the shield so I can roast this lizard!" Havok shouted, charging up a blast of his own.

"Not... a... good... time!" Veil grunted. She was sweating profusely now, feeling the heat that her force field was holding back away from them. With all of the chaos, neither Havok or Veil noticed that Domino had vanished, leaving out the other exit of the room, ditching Tarot in the process. It was lucky that Domino did that. While Veil was straining against the dragon's fire, search lights shone down on them - the Tower had destroyed the ceiling, exposing them to the open air.

"WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED! STAND DOWN OR WE WILL SHOOT!" a voice boomed. Up in the air above them were several quinjets with S.H.I.E.L.D. logos, all of their weapons trained on the mutants down below.
Sunshine
Location: Mutant Underground: Entranceway
Skills: Greek
Sunshine raised an eyebrow, a bit curious about this person Max had contacted. She didn't like thinking much about that other place. Her life had been much better there. She didn't understand why people had to go ahead and ruin everything, just because they couldn't handle happiness, but she kept her mouth shut about it. There was no use in lashing out and screaming about it - she had other things to scream about and blame people for. "Μιλάω ελληνικά, ηλίθιοι," Sunshine scoffed.

Of course, her reading skills were abysmal - in every language she spoke. She would need someone to help her sound out the letters in order to translate it for him, but she wasn't going to pass up on a chance to feel a little bit superior to Max. "What's the book on?" she then asked him. He seemed weird, but he was always like that. She didn't know what exactly he meant by getting help. His spell books seemed pretty useless so far anyways. Was he asking a friend for help getting better at his job? Or maybe for help at not being a traitor?

"... If you can sound out the words, I can translate. Or whatever," she then offered, not looking him in the eye.
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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Trainerblue192
May 17th, 2021
Skrull Prison Ship - Orbiting Saturn
"I think I'll go to the beach - feel the sand beneath my toes," Hope answered honestly. She figured that Maria had meant once everything was over, not just when they immediately arrived back to Earth. It was so strange to think about, not being on that little blue rock. They had no idea where they were. They could be anywhere in the universe.

The elevator took them down one level and the doors opened up. Everything looked pretty much identical to the level they had just come from - there were hallways splitting off from the elevator, with an unpleasant drop awaiting anyone who stumbled and fell over the side. Hope picked one at random and walked down it, her eyes widening slightly. "You'll want to see this..." she said, calling out to her companions.

There was only one prisoner in this cell block - a young skrull girl. She was wearing the sort of gown that would suit Princess Zelda, but it was in tatters. She looked weary and battle-worn, despite having no scars. She looked like she was maybe 18 or 19 years old.
Mar-Vell's Ship - New Jersey: 10:10 P.M.
Mar-Vell looked surprised as Niah mentioned she had three realities inside of her head. While the Kree were an incredibly technologically advanced race, they hadn't dabbled with changing the timeline or venturing into alternate realities. Such knowledge was forbidden. If the Kree Empire knew this sort of thing regularly occurred on Earth, they would certainly destroy it. "I'm dying to know more about what you've experienced, but be cautious who you share that information with. That sort of thing is exactly what will force the Empire to destroy your world."

She shook her head, not seeing any visuals on people from the craft at the moment. However, the question of the skrulls wants and desires was at least something she could answer. "The World-Eater, Galactus, consumed the skrull's home planet, Tarnax IV. They need a new home. And your planet is in a strategic position for the war against the Kree Empire, as wormholes are easily opened in this system. It is how your Asgardian friend can move so quickly from his planet to yours," Mar-Vell answered. She was holding something back though, something clearly painful and sad.

She turned her face so Niah and Oliver could not see her pain. Mar-Vell landed the ship down right next to the Asgardian's craft, lowering the ramp so Niah and Oliver could disembark. "I'll be out in a moment, I need to run some diagnostics on the engine system."
Jersey City Boardwalk - New Jersey: 10:10 P.M
Raynor's eyes widened, seeing the baby kick - he didn't need to be able to feel it to know that it had happened, with the way Sparky suddenly put a hand on her belly. "Damn it, Sparks! I come back from the dead for what, an hour, and you already won't listen to me?" he complained, rushing off the ship after her. He glanced up in time to see a Kree ship land and he instinctively went in front of Sparky protectively. "Get back to the ship, these Kree assholes make human bones look like toothpicks," he warned her.

The Kree were one of the few alien races capable of matching an Asgardian in strength. Not all of them achieved that upper limit of power, but Raynor had run into enough Kree mercenaries back in his home reality that he knew better than to just ride on the strength of his own ego. He had Lyting drawn and he conjured up a ball of light in his other hand, ready to strike.

"Uh, mate?" Amelia prompted, tapping Raynor on the shoulder. "Not to burst your bubble or anything, but if they were hostile, they would've attacked by now. Also, they aren't this Kree or whatever you mentioned, look," she added, pointing. From the base of the ramp, she could make out two familiar faces and one stranger up inside of the craft. She was pretty sure two of them people there were her ex-teammates and Sparks' friends. "Sparks, ya know them?" Amelia asked.

Amelia waved up at the occupants of the ship, as Raynor relaxed and his ball of light evaporated, but he didn't lower his knife. "Oh, will you relax?" Amelia chastised. "They're probably just here to rendez-vous as well. If you're worried they're evil shapeshifters, then we can ask them some questions and figure it out, yeah? Like... Say, we ask them to tell us something so bloody random that no alien squid could've come up with it?"

"Yeah, like hell am I just going to trust them," Raynor growled slightly.
New Jersey - Quinjet: 10:10 P.M.
Bonnie nodded, giving Matt a slight smile. Internally, she was a little bit annoyed that everyone was treating her with kid-gloves. She didn't need them to reassure her that everything was going to be okay. She wasn't going to have a mental breakdown - not this time. She was a strong, confident, independent woman. She took a breath, her mind flashing briefly back to the asylum she had been treated in, where she had felt like little more than a living corpse. That wasn't going to happen again. She wasn't going crazy. "That's really sweet of you, but I'm fine, I promise," she said, trying to reassure Cass. "I don't need a vacation."

Learning that Evelyn was a mutant wasn't really surprising - the Secret Warriors team had more mutants than any other sort of member. They were practically the S.H.I.E.L.D. version of the X-Men. She watched the President's reaction to learning Evelyn was a mutant carefully. She knew that Jakobsen had once been strongly anti-mutant and she wondered how much of his change of heart had been real - and what was just for the cameras so he'd be elected. His answer to Evelyn could have been genuine, but Bonnie could easily see it being fake.

"Commencing landing sequence - a.k.a., strap in assholes," Hawkeye's voice chirped over the intercom, as they began their descent. They touched down next to two other ships, creating a massive traffic hazard. Some tourists were gawking and taking photos, convinced that the Avengers had arrived.
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Megan Pendragon
Location: Camelot - Sewers
Skills: N/A
There didn't seem to be much of anything happening, which was for the best. Megan put excalibur back in its sheath. She didn't mind the scent of shit that pervaded the sewers - she had smelled worse during autopsies. Some people had extraordinary bad hygiene - and of course, decomposition processes breaking down the human body had their own odors that they unleashed. If anything, it would have been concerning if the sewers didn't smell like shit. She hadn't been in the sewers in their world before, but she imagined even there they would stink. It was a comforting commonality between the two worlds.

She was glad that they had been successful in their rescue mission - while she may often be confused for being cold hearted, Megan didn't wish death on just anyone. It was nice that a mother and her child were reunited. Of course, her attention as she walked was more on the brief, fleeting impressions she had had of Camelot. The current ruler seemed to be a classic villain, imprisoning people who tried to take care of their families - another commonality, as America was hardly any different. She wondered if King Arthur was just as cruel and intolerant.

She imagined it was probably so.
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