Runa understood the reference to the Walking Dead - some people at school would play a game that had been based off of the show. It was never her cup of tea, but it was hard to not know about it. She was more shocked though to hear that Nadia had been killed by zombies. From what she was beginning to understand, every myth and legend existed in some shape or form. She had to wonder if the Norse gods were the only ones out there - or if there could have been others. She decided she'd ask the question later. They had more important things to focus on.
She bit her lip slightly at Nadia's solution to the entrance problem - she wasn't thrilled about the prospect of another climb, although at least there wouldn't be a giant squirrel shouting abuse at them. She took a breath and started to climb down onto the platform after Nadia carefully, managing to not slip or anything and she thanked her lucky stars for that. She then started to walk on the support beam, going slowly and carefully in order to avoid plummeting off of the thing.
Location: Senate Building Skills: Daggers, Hand to Hand Combat
Nancy was relieved to see Alexandra still alive - and only a small part of it was because she didn't want to become the Augur in the event of her sister's passing. It was selfish and she didn't feel good about it, but that was the way she felt. She had always been very in touch with her uglier emotions. They were raw and vibrant - and she could trust them, they couldn't be manufactured like happiness or joy. "On it," Nancy told her sister, grabbing as many of the bags as she could carry. She slung them over her shoulder and carried them on her back, leaving her hands free for her twin daggers. After all of the fighting, her voice was sore and she didn't know if she'd be able to belt out another powerful blast.
Once they had as much as they could carry, Nancy motioned for Alexandra to follow her. Outside of the Senate Building, she could hear a group of monsters nearby. It wasn't that shocking - New Rome had fallen, the Legion was in retreat, the monsters were claiming the city. It made strategic sense. Still, it didn't make it hurt any less, knowing that these monsters were destroying her home. "I've got this, stay close," she whispered to Alex. Her throat felt too scratchy for her power of song to work, so she had her daggers ready. She followed the sound before seeing a small crowd of monsters.
"Hey there, losers," Nancy taunted. She swiped with her daggers at one, only to miss. Her next few strikes weren't so unlucky though. She carved a safe path for them to escape through, killing six monsters in all. She checked to make sure that Alexandra was still with her as she rushed on through, her daggers out as if daring any more monsters to come near them.
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: New Rome -> Argo III Skills: Superspeed
"A little thank you for saving your life would be nice, Marygold," Leda said, shaking her head. "Also, it's rude to waste tea. Even if the city is burning down to the ground around us." She had mostly made the tea since she had been moving at that fast a speed anyways and she hadn't felt like slowing down just yet. To her, the world moved in slow motion at times - usually when she ran - so making tea before slowing down for everyone else's brains to catch up? It didn't make much of a difference in the long run, just a few seconds really.
She smirked when Kiera gave her a kiss on the cheek - clearly someone knew how to appreciate a rescue! The Roman god then came in, telling them all that they needed to leave and he'd stay behind. Leda wasn't worried about him. Gods were famously immortal after all. "Thanks, appreciate it," she told him earnestly, wanting to show respect anyways. She then grabbed Kiera and Mary and took off at a run, dodging projectiles and whatnot, and coming to a halt at the Argo III. "Ta-da, we know you have your choice in speedsters, so we'd like to thank you for running with us today."
Guin never really took the time to make a list of the traumas she had experienced in her life, but even then, some small part of her was able to recognize that therapy would be a really good idea if they got out of this situation alive. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the twisted version of Pietro from Wanda's world killing the soldiers - and when she opened her eyes, she saw the bloody remains of a few space cops. She felt sick to her stomach, unable to speak or make a sarcastic comment. As the cops then fired blasts at Pietro, when she closed her eyes she could see Muscles' limp body. She could see the gigantic hole in the sky that her father had flown up, almost dying in order to defeat Loki.
She wanted so desperately for the pain to stop. She wasn't thinking clearly. She wanted everyone in the room to stop. She wanted meth, heroin, cocaine, LSD, anything to make it all stop. She wanted all of the space cops to be gone, she wanted this dream space trip to stop being a nightmare. A small part of her wanted her dad to show up with the Iron Legion and handle everything for them. Without consciously realizing it, she had tapped into the minds of three of the soldiers, sending them psychic pain. The soldiers grabbed at their heads, clearly unaware of what was causing everything. Guin could feel her head swaying from the gas. Her heart was about ready to burst out of her chest, she was so scared.
"Go... to... hell..." Guin spat out, before collapsing to the ground.
Runa Baldurdattir
Location: the Millenium Falcon Skills: Asgardian Magic
Runa sighed slightly, more annoyed than anything else as Quicksilver committed an actual crime - murder. Now he likely did belong in a cell with the Nova Corps. She doubted that his wife would take too kindly to that idea, but it would be the just action to take. Perhaps they could call it self-defense? She'd have to consult Forseti about that. She had been preparing to attack the Nova Corps in defense herself, but with the gas in the air she realized that they wouldn't be able to win this fight. Her companions were collapsing all around her and she didn't have enough time to pull off a reality warp via deception. She did, however, have time for a quick spell.
She whispered the words of power, before sending an SOS to her cousin on Asgard. Klara's name was the first one that had come to mind, and it wasn't like Runa had the time to think through all of the options carefully. The gas was starting to effect her as well and she coughed, going down onto her knees, before wheezing and collapsing entirely, unconscious. She just hoped that no matter what happened, Lance would be safe.
The Invisible Woman was both providing cover via force field and brainstorming with Mister Fantastic as to just how to save Tony Stark's life. They didn't have a lot of supplies to work with, but Mister Fantastic realized that if he just morphed the shape and size of his fingers, he was able to repair the arc reactor without any tools. The arc reactor gave off a few sparks, before roaring back to life. Tony was still unconscious though, but he was breathing - a win.
Meanwhile, Black Widow had killed four more skrulls, not believing in non-lethal combat. Hill took out two, as did She-Hulk. Captain Marvel pulled off a mini supernova to take out an additional five. The Human Torch, sadly, was knocked out - he had been surrounded and the skrulls fired on him at once, causing Johnny Storm to Flame-Off and slam into the ground. His head was bleeding and he was out cold.
"You two might want to hurry, the GM is getting impatient," She-Hulk advised, looking directly at Maria and Flynn.
Total Remaining: 7
Kill/Knock Out Counts - Maria: 7 Flynn: 15 Black Widow: 7 Human Torch: 1 She Hulk: 2 Captain Marvel: 5
May 18th, 2021
Clint Barton's Homestead - Missouri: 8:10 A.M.
Bonnie hesitated for a moment - she didn't want to lie to Cass, but she wasn't ready to talk about this with other people just yet. Fury was intimidating enough that she didn't dare tell him no. "It's nothing, just a side project the director asked me to keep an eye on when he left," she lied smoothly. She then took advantage of the opportunity to go fuss with getting Niah some medicine, so she doubled back into the room she had just came from, fishing around for the pill bottle she was looking for.
T'Challa smiled at Kwassi, always happy to see one of his countrymen out in the world fighting for what was right. He returned Kwassi's gesture with a traditional Wakandan salute, crossing his arms in the shape of an X with his fists closed. "Come, brother, be seated," T'Challa insisted, his accent thick. "At this table, we are all warriors."
Amelia's eyes were wide, and she was positively giddy as she took in everyone seated at the table again. She had always wanted to go to Wakanda one day, she didn't know much about them but they had a king who doubled as a superhero, so the place had to be cool. She wondered if they had an entire army of Black Panthers back there. She wouldn't have been surprised, although again, she knew very little about the country beyond some random facts about King T'Challa and its rough location in the world. "So are you lot all, like, friends?" Amelia blurted. "Like I can just imagine that you all go out to a pub for drinks or something, and Spider-Man is probably swinging around the place, maybe Winter and Cap are arm wrestling while talking about whatever old war stories white people like to dish about, oh and Falcon? Huge fan. Like the biggest fan. Could I get your autograph? And also, I'd love to challenge you to a race. Name the time and place - and I guess type of race - and I'll be there. My name's Amelia Baptiste by the way, I'm the ace of the group - well ace as in pilot, not ace as in asexual, although I am that too, I just don't get the entire appeal of sucking someone's dick--"
Amelia was cut off, thankfully, before she could continue. "Watch your language, young lady," Captain America scolded.
"It's nice to meet you, Amelia," Falcon said, offering her a hand. "I'll race you any time, provided you can keep up."
Amelia looked like she was swooning as she shook Falcon's hand. "I'm never going to wash this hand again," she whispered to herself. It wasn't sexual or romantic or anything like that - she had just gotten to shake hands with her favorite Avenger and they had a race confirmed. It was going to be even better than podracing.
Raynor then came into the kitchen/dining area with Sparky, raising an eyebrow at the somewhat comical sight in front of them. He instantly started more or less staring at Spider-Man, since the web slinger wasn't even removing his mask to eat. It looked incredibly dumb to him. He understood that some people wanted to protect their secret identity, but everyone here had been cleared of being a --
His thoughts stopped right in their tracks, seeing Director Fury with Goose. Goose clearly wasn't freaking out, so Raynor relaxed slightly, figuring odds were low that he was a skrull. Goose hadn't been wrong yet. He was more or less their only foolproof method of skrull detection. His eyes then narrowed. "So Fury - how long did you know about the skrulls?" Raynor asked bluntly, as some of the puzzle pieces started to click for him.
"That's need to know," Fury said coldly.
Bonnie then reentered the room with Niah's meds, feeling a bit awkward with all of the tension. She more or less tiptoed on over to Niah, pouring out a few pills and handing them over to her. They wouldn't make Niah too loopy, maybe a little bit drowsy if anything, and they'd take the edge off of the pain. Her eyes kept flickering back and forth between her patient and between the ex-director.
"I'd say we're need to know at this point, Nick," Hawkeye argued.
Fury sighed slightly. "The Illuminati made first contact with the skrulls. It wasn't too long afterwards that I found the first scout. I let that twitter loving son of a bitch fire me, so that way I could go into deep cover and bring you all together - a group of heroes who can save the world. Oliver, would you go over the rest of the details? I need to drink some coffee."
Everyone was cleared over the timeskip. Hooray!
... Except for Nick Fury. He has only been cleared by Goose.
Emma Frost - succumbed to M-Pox. Time of Death: 10:59 AM, Feb 17, 2021
Vulcan - cured
Legion - cured
Morgan - succumbed to M-Pox. Time of Death: 1:40 PM, Feb 17, 2021
Toad - succumbed to M-Pox. Time of Death: 11:34 AM, Feb 17, 2021
Mild Symptoms: Headache, some splotchiness of the skin, fatigue and exhaustion Moderate Symptoms: Difficulty breathing, dizziness, vomiting, blood shot eyes, prominent veins Severe Symptoms: Vomiting blood, trouble walking, bleeding from the ears, extreme skin discoloration, general looniness
So far, only three individuals have "cured" themselves from M-Pox. The first was S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Cassandra Reed. The second was Gabriel Summers A.K.A. Vulcan. The last was the son of Charles Xavier, David Haller A.K.A. Legion.
The Tunnels - Open Area
Veil coughed, before opening her eyes. Her head was pounding like she had been slamming margaritas the night before without stopping, and it took her brain a moment to process everything that was going on. Her first feeling was guilt - she had been taken out and wasn't able to help everyone - but after that, it was followed by pride. Her family was working together to accomplish something, their powers combined more than the sum of their parts. "How can I help?" Veil asked, deferring to those already awake and consciousness for leadership. They had a better understanding of everything going on than she did.
"H-h-h-hey guys... I-I-I can't keep this up," Casper stammered out, his legs like jelly as Ben flickered in and out of visibility. Max's arch took on all of the weight now, as Ben's tentacles were no longer present. The arch buckled in on itself, clearly under a great amount of strain and pressure but it hadn't collapsed just yet. Either way, it was a sign that they were going to need to move quickly. They were lucky Ben had been taken out of commission with the arch already in place, and that he had cleared the rubble blocking them from Jack and Veil to the side already.
"Hey, hey, you did great," Ben reassured Casper. Casper was too exhausted and drained to even be freaked out about the swarm of dead S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. He was panting like he had just run a mile in high heels in the rain, trying desperately to catch his breath. He really did want to help more. Despite being very self involved and selfish, he didn't want to see his family and friends die - and the fewer injuries people had, the less tired James would be later, which meant he'd have more energy for sexy times.
Veil could hear sound coming from near them - it sounded like Sapphire was drunk? She had no idea how that happened and was partially wondering how long she had been knocked out for. But even then, Sapphire wasn't the type to bring alcohol along on a mission. And she didn't think that there would have been booze lying around in the sewer. Maybe Stareyes... Veil's stomach dropped. Had Stareyes survived the collapse? Was her body shattered in pieces? Had her force field been fast enough to help?
The Tunnels - Caved In Area
Havok recognized that the two conscious people stuck in this place with him weren't really doing all that well mentally. The kid was really quiet, a coping mechanism he had seen during his brief time in an orphanage. Sapphire, on the other hand, had apparently regressed to a mental age of Disney princess. With a choice between comforting the quiet one and the crazy one, he ended up deciding to focus on Sapphire. Unless Andy was about to start foaming at the mouth, he had to trust that she was fine without a pep talk for now.
Especially since she hit him with a snowball in the face. Havok spit out some of the snow, forcing his eyes open after wiping the rest of it off of his face. "I know I'm god's gift to women, but I am spoken for," he quipped with a smirk, before the smirk fell. Things between him and Polaris felt done now - done for good. "Or, I was..."
Sunshine hadn't gone to help the others, for two reasons: first, Zarina was going on about bombs and second, she didn't have the power set to help. She could only hurt people. She felt a little bit guilty that she wasn't there with the others, but she didn't want to get in the way of things - or accidentally make people sick and cause them to die. She didn't want to be a plague bringer. She shook her head slightly as Zarina mentioned something called an inhuman, she had no idea what that was, but the name sounded pretty stupid to her. What was next - nonhumans? Human-lite?
"Yeah, he's the guy on the penny, he wasn't able to tell a lie without exploding," Sunshine confirmed, being completely serious. The education system in juvi hadn't exactly been the best. She hadn't learned how to read, so it was a bit of a miracle she knew anything about Lincoln to begin with. "When everyone gets back, we should go... Do you think you could use your powers to turn bombs off, beyond just sniffing them out?"
Runa hesitated for a moment, recalling the exact words that the gatekeeper had said to her. The gatekeeper had spoken English to her, so at least she didn't need to translate the words for Klara and Nadia. Things were often lost in translation and she wasn't particularly good at doing sentence to sentence translations. "'You should not be here daughter of Balder, you shall not find him,'" she said, quoting the gatekeeper word for word. It helped that it had been so short and simple, combined in with the fear and trauma she had been facing and it was really cemented into her brain.
She flinched slightly as Nadia bumped back into her, still not great overall with physical contact, especially when unexpected. Runa then nodded at Klara's question. "Yes... That's the one..." she replied softly. She winced slightly every time the ground shook from the gatekeeper shoving his weapon down. She didn't think it would be possible to sneak on by him. There had to be another way into the place, right? Like... some secret back entrance that the gatekeeper wasn't bothering to guard?
Megan frowned as Jack's father used magic to knock the bow out of the hands of one of their companions, clearly acting aggressively. She drew her sword and swung, grazing Rumplestiltskin's cheek with excalibur. His comeback made no sense to her. She clearly didn't work there. She was ill suited to customer service, unless those customers were preparing to be placed six feet underneath the ground, and in that case they got along swimmingly. Rumplestiltskin then threw another girl across the room with his powers and Megan went for another swing, only for Rumplestiltskin to place a hand on Jack and then the two of them vanished.
Her nostrils flared in silent anger. Her brother hadn't given his consent to be taken someplace with him magically. And while Jack could throw fireballs now, Megan doubted he'd be able to just teleport himself out of there. There was only one person present with magic that she trusted and last she recalled, he had gone upstairs. Megan didn't sheath her sword as she dashed over to the staircase, only to run into Merlin there - the very person she was looking for. "Rumplestiltskin took Jack," she informed him frantically.
Location: Fields of Mars -> Senate Building Skills: Strategy, Audiokinesis
Nancy screamed, not out of fear but from fury as a gryphon scooped her up. They were officially on her list of least favorite monsters. She was struggling, trying to stab at it with her daggers when a massive dragon came flying straight at her. "Hey, be careful!" Nancy shouted, as the gryphon dodged and the dragon missed. She didn't have a lot of faith in the Greek's ability to save her without beheading her. She didn't want to die here. She wasn't afraid of death. She just wasn't a huge fan of the system in the Underworld. She wanted to become a tree, and given that there were clearly no gods on their side that day, she doubted any of them would take pity on her as she died and make her into a plant. The dragon snatched her from the gryphon and set her down, shocking Nancy slightly as she had all of her limbs in tact.
But even that small act wasn't enough. They were going to be overwhelmed. They couldn't hold New Rome or Camp Jupiter. The only way to save the Legion - to save everyone who was risking their lives right now under her orders - would be to evacuate. She looked around until she spotted Madalyne. "I'm calling it!" she called out to Mads, knowing she'd understand - and confident that her friend would agree with her decision. And if Mads didn't, well, they could scream at each other over it later - because they'd be alive to do so. And speaking of screaming...
Nancy didn't feel like singing.
She screamed, trying to use the sound waves to blast back every flying monster in the area, to buy everyone else a little bit of time. She took a deep breath and screamed again, this time the waves blasting the monsters backwards, creating more or less a no man's land in the space where they had been. She took a breath, before running towards the Senate Building. They had flares set up there that would signal to the Legion to evacuate. She dodged Greek fire raining from the skies as she ran, having a few close calls but eventually she made it. She got to the flares, her hands shaking with anger and shame and sorrow and making it difficult, but eventually they went off, signaling to everyone that they had lost.
New Rome was going to fall. And they couldn't stop it.
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: New Rome Skills: Superspeed
"Urgh, I'm fine..." Leda grumbled. The bruises weren't fun, but that wasn't a new problem to have as a demigod. Honestly in the grand scheme of things, bruises were pretty good. Broken bones were also fairly typical and extremely annoying, especially if you were low on ambrosia. Leda was feeling pretty great overall - they had defeated the giant, things were looking up. But then, she frowned slightly, noticing something strange in the sky... Her eyes then widened, realizing that the barrels were filled with Greek fire. "Oh we are so fucked..." Leda whispered. She was almost in shock, a speedster standing still.
Luckily, Kiera had it handled, making a protective layer of water around all of them. The heat was so strong, it was like someone had forced them all in a sauna and then added a roaring fire for fun. She frowned, noticing that there were flares shooting up into the sky. She really hoped they were fire absorbing missiles or something. Greek fire wasn't something to mess with. It was pure, unavoidable destruction. But then, an idea occurred to her - she was more of a DC fan, but she had seen a movie once where a speedster saved the day during fiery destruction. Kiera's water shield may not last forever after all.
Leda cracked her knuckles and moved faster than the eye could see. She grabbed each person one at a time, pulling them away from the Greek fire and into a safe location. By the time she was done, everyone would find themselves inside of a cute little tea shop, sitting at a table with tea cups in their hands. Leda smirked a little bit, drinking from her own tea cup.
"Yes, arrest us, put us in horrible orange jumpsuits and make a major Netflix series about us fucking each other in prison, the whole deal," Guin clarified for Annie. She didn't mean to sound so harsh, but she was under a lot of stress. Their situation was getting worse and worse by the minute. At least Runa had explained that the Nova Corps didn't have any prejudice against people with powers - so that was a win for space, as they didn't need to worry about being killed in prison for being mutants. They just needed to worry about being killed in prison for... whatever reason prisoners killed each other. "Oookay so... From what I can tell, we're more or less just in the wrong place at the wrong time and that's all the reason they need," she explained, having done another quick mental sweep. "So hooray, Lance, you win space cop jeopardy. Your prize? Hopefully not dropping the soap in prison! Yaaaay!" Guin then laughed nervously.
Her nervous laughter died abruptly though, as she felt an immense source of heat in their fragile little tin can, pressurized with gases and whatnot so they could breathe and fuel sources to power everything. In hindsight, they shouldn't have brought Iris along with them at all. It was horrifying and traumatic to watch, seeing Iris burn herself alive. It all happened so quickly - she blinked and saw Pietro trying to put out the flames, she blinked again and saw Edus was on fire, another blink and Iris wasn't there any more. Pietro put out the rest of the flames in the room. Guin's eyes were wide, as a memory she had almost succeeded in repressing came to the front of her mind - the way Pietro had killed all of those guards at the Baxter Building in Wanda's false world. B-babe, are you okay? Guin asked.
In all honesty? No...
Guin was stuck between a rock and a hard place. They were about to be boarded by space cops, and Pietro had just had to mercy kill Iris. She wanted desperately to comfort him, and at the same time, she wanted to put on her suit and get ready to blast anyone who tried to take them away. But her love was stronger than her fear. Do you want to talk about it? she asked him, going up to him and pulling him in for a hug, even as she was shaking.
No, I don't.
Then with your consent, can I sooth you? Guin asked, sick with worry over Pietro and the space cops. "Guys, Piet is going to sit this confrontation out I think, so I recommend getting ready with your magic things for a fight." His hands were still badly burned, barely even healing despite his powers accelerating his body's repair processes.
Okay...
Guin nodded, taking a breath. It was hard to calm someone down telepathically when she was feeling horrible and scared herself. She wanted so badly to take away Pietro's pain, but she was also scared that the more she tried, the more she'd make them vulnerable to the space cops. She wanted the world to slow down. They didn't have enough time. She was only able to calm Pietro slightly, and trying again and again didn't change that result. We are out of time... Her eyes were watering slightly.
Runa Baldurdattir
Location: the Millenium Falcon Skills: N/A
"No, the Nova Corps holds no ill will towards those with powers. Many species across the galaxy have extraordinary abilities. Midgardians are not unique in that regard," she explained. Just about everyone on Asgard could be considered superhuman per Midgard's standards. She knew that the Kree also tended to have a large amount of abilities, and of course there were the skrulls and the super skrulls too. Even the Shi'Ar had some powers. But before she could properly consider how best to deal with the Nova Corps, given Guin's confirmation of Lance's explanation that they were simply after them because no one else was near the anomaly, tragedy struck. It was a calamity of epic proportions, and a tear slid down Runa's face when the sad affair was done.
"May her soul find peace in Valhalla," Runa prayed. She had her head bowed for a moment, before turning her mind back again to what they were going to do. The Nova Corps had announced their intent to board them. She didn't know if the Nova Corps were capable of holding them, although she supposed that perhaps they had prisons designed for those with extra abilities. At any rate though, she tried to have confidence that the truth would prevail - an ironic sentiment from the goddess of lies. She didn't want to hurt the Nova Corps - they were peacekeepers, simply doing their jobs, trying to protect the galaxy. There had to be a peaceful resolution. "We should try to resolve this peacefully," she urged. But even then, she was prepared with her staff at the ready for a fight.
If they are boarded and the Nova Corps act hostilely, Runa is going to blast them with darkness to attempt to render them unconscious.
Emma Frost - succumbed to M-Pox. Time of Death: 10:59 AM, Feb 17, 2021
Vulcan - cured
Legion - cured
Morgan - succumbed to M-Pox. Time of Death: 1:40 PM, Feb 17, 2021
Toad - succumbed to M-Pox. Time of Death: 11:34 AM, Feb 17, 2021
Mild Symptoms: Headache, some splotchiness of the skin, fatigue and exhaustion Moderate Symptoms: Difficulty breathing, dizziness, vomiting, blood shot eyes, prominent veins Severe Symptoms: Vomiting blood, trouble walking, bleeding from the ears, extreme skin discoloration, general looniness
So far, only three individuals have "cured" themselves from M-Pox. The first was S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Cassandra Reed. The second was Gabriel Summers A.K.A. Vulcan. The last was the son of Charles Xavier, David Haller A.K.A. Legion.
Havok's jaw dropped, staring at Sapphire. He had never seen her like this before - so... happy and carefree. "Well, she's clearly lost the plot," he commented. He didn't dare use his powers to blast them out of here. His powers had caused the cave-in, and while he had done it on purpose, he didn't want to replicate the experiment again. It had been a horrible decision, one done purely in an effort to keep them safe from a legion of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and buy time for them to get help for Stareyes.
"Ben's the ghost that hangs out with Casper, it's why he's always talking to himself," Havok explained to Andy. He was relieved to hear that help had arrived - although he wasn't super excited to know that Waverley was spearheading the operation apparently. She had a similar track record to Max in terms of efficiency as far as he was concerned.
Veil was incredibly lucky. Her skull had been cracked and she was bleeding extensively, but she was still breathing. Her body was badly bruised, somehow avoiding more broken limbs. While her condition was serious, it was pretty much the best outcome that they could have hoped for. All they needed to do was either have someone stitch/glue her head back together or get James to heal her up. It seemed like her own hair had cushioned most of the blow to the back of the head she took.
Casper Theriot
Location: Tunnels Skills: Mediumship
Casper's eyes were still glowing that alien blue, the same shade that was surrounding his hands like a mist - and the color that Ben's ghostly appearance was tinted. Ben's tentacles had mostly stabilized the structure, but the credit really had to go to Feedback, as she was keeping vibrations from causing more shifts. For the moment, they were going to be completely fine. Casper tried not to puke as he saw his brother change shape and go through a small gap in the rubble. "Ugh, Jackie, why are your powers so gross sometimes..." he complained.
"Wait, Ben, you were a superhero?!" Casper gasped. His best friend had never told him that. "What else have you been lying to me about? Are you even really dead?!"
Ben sighed. "...Yes, because I'm faking being dead, and I have the power to make everyone conveniently not see me unless you use your powers, way to go, Sherlock," he replied, rolling his eyes.
Casper perked up ever so slightly, hearing Jack's voice distantly call out that he had found Veil. He didn't see Veil's ghost, so he assumed that they were good. And he was doing his best to focus on keeping Ben front and center, rather than look at the swarms of S.H.I.E.L.D. agent ghosts who were shouting and yelling at them all. They clearly did not seem to like mutants. "H-hey Ben, any chance you could do this faster?" Casper called out.
"I'm not moving any rocks until James tells me to - he's the engineer, this seems like an engineering problem," Ben replied. He had all of his tentacles fully anyways just keeping the structure from caving in on them all.
Sunshine frowned, her eyebrows scrunching together as she listened to the green haired kid explain that some sort of magic mist had been what made everyone sick. She didn't need three guesses to figure out who had to be responsible. It had to have been the humans. Probably some scientist in a creepy lab had come up with it and then thrown the mist up into the air - or tossed it out a plane or whatever. The finer details weren't important. The anger and blame, that was all that mattered. "Stupid flatscans. They should leave us alone or just die," Sunshine grumbled.
"Why would they be moving underground?" Sunshine asked, finding that really weird. The last bit of information made a lot more sense to her though. It was one of the most easily recognized places in D.C., she was surprised the green haired kid didn't recognize it, but she wasn't going to press the issue. Bombs were more important than insulting newbies. "That's the Lincoln Memorial, I think. Unless they made another statue of a dead white flatscan sitting on a big chair, but I doubt it. Lincoln did... something with slaves? So I guess it's on brand for them. They probably think it's ironic or something."
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