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In The Gifted - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Framing A Moose@Kirah
Genosha: July 15th, 2021 - 12:40 PM
Veil, Casper, and Sunshine
Location: Emma Frost Memorial Hospital - Terrigen Ward
Skills: Mediumship
Nemesis looked almost offended at Sapphire dismissing the hospital as a potential place to haunt - he didn't want her to haunt it, but he also didn't like the idea that she didn't want to haunt it. It was like someone had just called his baby ugly. "You'd be lucky to be able to haunt a facility of this grandeur," he argued, turning his nose up slightly, attempting to heal his damaged pride.

Veil stared at Sapphire, at a complete loss for words. She didn't know how to respond to that. She didn't know what she could argue. She couldn't be mad at Sapphire for what she had done - Sapphire had saved them all. She had been able to react fast enough to save them when no one else could have. No, Veil wasn't mad at Sapphire for what she had done - if anything, she felt guilty. She should have been the one to sacrifice herself. Not Sapphire. Sapphire should have been alive, able to pine after that SHIELD agent she was obsessed with. What was the point in fighting for a new world if no one was alive to live in it? And apparently, there was a mutant nation now... the Mutant Underground was obsolete.

"My brain may feel like a soggy microwaved burrito, but I know what you said!" Havok shouted. James had healed him up, so he got on up and walked on over to Sapphire's ghost, getting within inches of her.

Renegade was curiously silent with the topic change as to how her son, Jack, was still alive - as if she knew something that the rest of them didn't. Sunshine, however, tilted her head, thinking it through. She had never really played with silly putty as a child - most of her toys had been made out of scraps and trash. Her favorite toy growing up had been a plastic spoon she had found in a parking lot - only to then be almost replaced by a trampled on Happy Meal toy some kid had tossed away. She had seen silly putty in commercials though on TV in juvi and she tried to imagine it freezing, figuring it was something like Jack, and she then understood Sapphire's point.

"Fantastic, another secret my sperm donor is keeping from me, praise the gods," Sunshine muttered, crossing her arms. She wanted to be happy to have Sapphire back, but instead she was just feeling irritated with her father. She hadn't meant it when she had told him she didn't want him to be a father - she had been feeling angry and emotional. But Sunshine had too much pride to take it back - and she also figured she'd be grumpy and emotional again and change her mind once again. But it didn't matter. Her fiancée and her were going to start their own family from scratch - no humans allowed.

Veil was crying softly, but she couldn't help but laugh ever so slightly as Sapphire asked for Agent Flynn to be told about her death. Sapphire was a bit of a player - confessing her love to Havok, now denying it, and asking for someone to tell another crush of hers she was gone. "You and that fucking agent," Veil said, shaking her head. "You really want to hit that," she added, not even phrasing it as a question or anything. She turned her head to her brother, still crying a bit. "She's really obsessed with him. It's a lot."

"I don't know where your things are," Nemesis shrugged. "I'm not your nanny."

"Ah got 'em at my place, figured they'd be safe there - although I know some kids have been trying ta take some things out for a spin, like the robots," Renegade answered.

Meanwhile, Casper hadn't been kidding about only having a little bit more juice left in him. He couldn't indefinitely channel someone - having Sapphire hang around was easy, having her visible to everyone else? That was difficult. And he didn't dislike her or anything, he just never had really been friends with her. It was selfish of him, but he just didn't feel a need to grieve and mourn. She had saved his life and he was thankful for that, so he was giving her this chance to say goodbye. But at the same time, people died all the time - it was part of life. He lived with death ever since his mutation activated.

No one had called him out on it, but his dismissive behavior and selfish choices were eerily similar to his father's. It was probably for the best that no one had mentioned it. Casper would have lost his shit. "Have fun in ghost Hawaii or wherever!" Casper wished, waving slightly at Sapphire. She was flickering in and out already and then suddenly, she was gone. Well, she wasn't gone from Casper's view - just from everyone else's.

"Are you leaving? Or hanging around?" Ben asked Sapphire, wondering if he'd have company.
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: the Woods
Skills: N/A
Megan's eyes flashed in anger, hearing someone in their group scream loudly. However, the anger turned into fascination as she saw an actual mermaid in the ditch. She had so many questions about mermaid biology. She wanted to know how exactly their internal organs functioned. Did they have body farms in this land? If so, she wanted to know how mermaids decomposed as compared to humans. If there weren't body farms here, then perhaps she'd have to start one.... Megan then caught her thoughts for a moment, a bit surprised at herself. She hadn't had any intention on staying here. At least, not consciously.

She'd have to ask Merlin later if body farms existed here. They had a mission that she needed to remain focused on - her brother was counting on her. Her anxiety and adrenaline were ebbing and flowing, like waves crashing up against the shore. One of the others present - the girl with the bow and arrow - announced that people were coming. Megan nodded, quickly hiding herself behind the bushes so that way she could not be seen. A portion of her wondered if it would have been better to face whoever was coming, kill them, and use their clothes as disguises.

In 🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Runa Johansson
Location: Helheim
Skills: N/A
Runa was very glad to see a lack of undead zombies on this side of the wall. The compass was insisting on them going through a particular door, which she supposed was both good and bad. The good news was that they were closer to accomplishing the goal of this quest - the bad news was that they were closer to accomplishing the goal of this quest. She still didn't know how she felt about having a god for a father and apparently, he was just around the corner - and the fate of the universe depended on his successful rescue. She didn't understand why the god couldn't have rescued himself, although she suspected there was likely some rule that had to be followed.

The classic haunted house music that played as they entered though sent a shiver up her spine. In movies, it was always ominous but never really threatening - in the real world though, it was very threatening. The bones all around didn't do much to help matters either. "Land of the dead or not, this is creepy," Runa said softly. The compass was pointing towards a nearby door, but she really didn't want to go through the door first, just in case there was a skeleton or something waiting on the other side.

In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Trainerblue192
May 17th, 2021
Skrull Prison Ship
Anelle hesitated, before leaving the bridge with Flynn and Maria. She had never really been trained in how to fight, although she had observed the Royal Guard training prior to her exiled status. It had given her somewhat of a fascination with warriors, one of the things that had appealed to her about her beloved, Mar-Vell. Mar-Vell was a fierce warrior, a keen scientist, and a pure heart. She had compassion in a war where none was to be found.

"I haven't had any instruction in combat," Anelle admitted. "I was largely raised to be a socialite, someone who could be married by a warrior or prince so that way the empire would continue to prosper. As of such, most of my education concerned how to be ladylike... nothing in the way of combat."
May 18th, 2021
Clint Barton's Homestead - Missouri: 10:00 A.M.
"If it was a demon, he'll know," Raynor told Niah with a shrug. "I'm not an expert on Earthly devils and whatnot. And if it wasn't a demon that did that to you, well - Strange'll be able to figure it out." He was comfortable with the idea that Jakobsen and Strange were the experts to reach out to here. He didn't believe that he knew everything.

Bonnie, however, was feeling anxious. She didn't know how fast Niah's condition would spread throughout her body. Niah had already lost one leg - she didn't need to have more limbs amputated in a futile attempt to save her life. And she refused to let Niah die. Niah was too young for that. She'd sooner upload Niah's consciousness into a computer than let her die. Her thoughts flickered towards the Framework. That would be one potential solution.

It didn't help that they had little idea on how long it would be until Jakobsen got back. Bonnie was pacing back and forth nervously. She wanted something controllable to deal with for once - rather than their usual nonsense, never-ending chaos that spiraled more and more out of control the more they attempted to fix things. They didn't just have a superhuman war to deal with - there was an alien invasion. And on top of the alien invasion, people were missing. And on top of that, Niah was dying and there wasn't anything she could do but sit and wait.

"What about Kirby as a name? Kirby's cute. Works for a boy or a girl," Spider-Man suggested.

Raynor gagged at the thought. The only Kirby he knew was a weird pink little cartoon character. And he didn't even know much about the character, except that little kids on Midgard seemed to be absolutely obsessed with it. "Kirby? Seriously? Were you born stupid?" he snapped at Spider-Man, more concerned now about name ideas rather than Niah potentially dying. They weren't that close.

"No, but I can tell you were," Spider-Man taunted.

"Seriously you two?" Bonnie snapped. "Get out, both of you, now."

"But-"

"Now!"

Raynor stared at Bonnie. She stared back at him. He huffed. Raynor and Spider-Man then left the quinjet, both of them grumbling under their breath.

"Men sometimes..." Bonnie said, shaking her head.
The other heroes were off in the quinjet, so the only person still in the house at the moment was Hawkeye's wife, Laura. Laura raised an eyebrow, staring at the towels Oliver had set out and the yowling cats who kept on producing eggs. "I'm guessing this was part of the plan?" Laura asked hesitantly. While her husband was a superhero, she didn't ask him too many questions about work - they tried to keep his work life relatively separate from his personal life.
The (Horribly Named) Robert E. Lee Animal Shelter - Missouri: 10:00 A.M.
Mar-Vell smiled slightly at Matt. She liked seeing people who took an interest in things they didn't understand - it was a quality that she prized highly. "I'd be happy to answer them," she told him. "Although perhaps once we've gotten them all back to Barton's home," she then added. She glanced at Evelyn, hearing her question. "You would likely bleed. The claws aren't the problem - it's the tentacles. And the limitless stomach."

ZuZu tilted his head sideways at Goose, before purring and rubbing up against Goose's face. Clearly, ZuZu liked Goose and would most likely cooperate.

T'Challa picked up an egg with care, examining it. "They do not appear to be too fragile," he said. He let Oliver take the egg from him, a bit curious about the man's abilities. He didn't know too many who were graced with superhuman speed. T'Challa made it his business to keep up with the various superheroes active in the world and the first one who came to mind was Northstar, the Canadian speedster. He watched closely as Oliver took off, before looking at ZuZu.

T'Challa walked forward, scooping up the pet. "Let us see about adopting you, little one," he said, before heading out to reception with the cat. ZuZu seemed to really like T'Challa.

"Sooo... Guess we're heading off then, yeah? Since Cap is looking for Barton and his kiddos and T'Challa has the cat," Amelia surmised, before heading out after T'Challa. T'Challa was talking to a rather plain looking lady at the reception desk, quickly filling out some forms to legalize ZuZu's adoption. Meanwhile, Barton and Cap were petting a shaggy looking brown dog that his kids had clearly picked out.

"Awww, puppy!" Amelia squealed.

In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: The Kyln
Skills: Telepathy, Unarmed Combat
Guin glanced up for a moment, noticing what looked like a bunch of birds starting to dive bomb them. Had Anita still been around, she would have guessed that the shapeshifter had made some friends - it took her a moment to realize that Annie must have been behind that. Her powers reminded her of Miranda, Magneto's girlfriend from WandaVision. Ed was apparently trying to diffuse the situation by putting Taserface - one of the absolute worst names she had ever heard, and she had once read a SHIELD file by a Fantastic Four ally named Impossible Man - inside of a giant fish egg. It really looked like Nemo was going to pop out of the glowing orange bubble at any minute and look for his father.

I think that the collective IQ here has to be dangerously low, Guin observed to Pietro. Seeing how stupid everyone was acting was actually helping her feel much calmer.

What makes you say that?

Well for starters, one of them is called Taserface, and their idea of battle strategy is to mindlessly charge at the people with amazing, if not incredible, powers, she pointed out. Guin put her hands to her head and concentrated on reaching as many minds as she could. Pietro was starting to get worn out, so it was up to her to protect them. "You're all really chicken - like super scared - and want to run away," Guin instructed. She managed to get through to about half of the prisoners involved in the riot, as they stopped fighting and started trying to get away from them all.

I mean yeah, but is that really that surprising?

Guin smirked slightly. Yeah, you're right, it's impossible for criminals to be smart, she teased. She tried to send out another telepathic command, but it didn't really work out. So instead, she looked at the prisoner nearest to them that was trying to hurt them, and Guin kicked him in the head, instantly knocking him out. So kind to me.

"Lance, really? You know we don't have a change of clothes for you." She was clearly feeling much better.
Runa Baldurdattir
Location: The Kyln
Skills: N/A
Runa stared at her fingers in disbelief, snapping them again and again. Nothing happened. It was like the universe had taken a secret vote to strip her of her powers and she hadn't been notified about it. She couldn't help but feel angry and afraid. She had always had those powers to fall back on - and here, with friends, she had thought she'd be able to use them to protect them all. They lended themselves well to trickery and deception, but Runa didn't want any of that - she just wanted to be good. Maybe this was the world punishing her. Maybe she wasn't allowed to be good. Maybe she wasn't allowed to have power and love. Was she being forced to choose?

Runa didn't say anything, didn't offer an explanation to the others as to why her powers weren't working. Instead, she used her staff as a melée weapon, swinging it around and knocking out rioter after rioter. She experimentally tried to give a blast of darkness off with each hit and was relieved to see that it was working. At least some of her powers were functioning. By the time she had come to a pause, she had taken out seven people in total. She turned and looked at Lance, seeing that he was large and green - but not monstrous, at least, not in her eyes.

Runa waved ever so slightly at him.

In The Gifted - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Framing A Moose@Kirah
Genosha: July 15th, 2021 - 12:30 PM
Veil, Casper, and Sunshine
Location: Emma Frost Memorial Hospital - Terrigen Ward
Skills: Mediumship
"Funny, that's what my last boss said," Doctor Nemesis mused with a slight smirk. "Right before I gave him a first hand look at what happens to the human body when placed inside of a glorified pressure cooker. He shouldn't have cut my research budget." Despite all of the clean lines of the hospital, it would suddenly become quite clear to them all - Doctor Nemesis was a bad guy. He was a supervillain running a medical ward. They were lucky he hadn't done some horrible experiments to them and instead had simply assisted James in getting them back to full strength.

"Ya really should go to the ceremony, it ain't everyday that mutants get to be celebrated for doing something selfless," Renegade urged, glancing over at Waverley. "We just want ta thank ya."

Doctor Nemesis laughed though at Waverley - not a laugh of astonishment or shock, or even mockery, but one of malice. "I would sleep with one eye open, if I were you. Or don't. We've been sourcing our anesthetics from the island of Krakoa, they're extremely potent," he warned cryptically. Nemesis then popped his eyeball out of its pocket and polished it off quickly, before popping it back in. "As for you - don't make a habit of haunting my facility" Nemesis warned Sapphire's ghost.

Veil hadn't wanted to talk to anyone or see anyone. She had just wanted to be alone with her grief, her guilt, and her frustration. She loved her brother, but even as he hummed that old melody, one that had brought her comfort as a child, it fell short. Her best friend had been dead for months. Sapphire had sacrificed herself for Xavier's dream - a dream Veil didn't know if she believed in anymore, or more of, whether or not she believed in the dreamer.

But hearing Sapphire return from the land of the dead... that got through to her.

Veil flickered back into visibility, her messy hair somehow a thousand percent messier than it had been moments ago. She stared at Sapphire's glowing blue form - like Sapphire was a hologram from Star Wars. Veil couldn't help but burst into tears, the sound of her sobs only eliminated thanks to her brother's sound wave manipulation. "Sapphire!" Veil exclaimed, wiping away tears. She was smiling even as it hurt. "...Why'd you do it? Why'd you sacrifice yourself like that for us?" she asked quietly. "You had so much to--"

Veil was cut off however, as Havok regained consciousness. As much as his vision was extremely blurry, his hearing was working just fine and he had heard enough. Even as his voice sounded like it belonged to an old man, Havok made up for it with volume. "What the hell, Sapphire?! Get your ass over here so I can smack you for dying on me! Right after confessing love to me! Damnit!"

Sunshine was beaming, seeing that Sapphire was there. This had been one thing that she was looking forward to in particular - Casper could conjure up the dead, let them see them again. He could bring back Sapphire - he could even bring back Erg. As much as Sunshine decided she hated the X-Men and humans, she adored Sapphire even more. Sapphire was a martyr for mutants all across the world, a symbol of defiance against humanity. She wanted to know what Sapphire thought about Genosha.

And a small part of her wanted to know if Sapphire approved of her fiancée as well. "It's about time you showed up," she told Sapphire, her characteristic I-hate-you-but-I-really-love-you tone as strong as ever. It wasn't that different from the way she had greeted Max when he woke up again. Only in Max's case, Sunshine would never admit that she loved and cared about him - it would have been too embarrassing for her.

"Yes, yes, she's back from the dead, huzzah," Casper mumbled, his hands shaking slightly as he continued to allow Sapphire to pierce the veil. He would have preferred to talk about the weird sticky tennis ball thing that had flown into the room than go over the circumstances of a tragic death. He lived his life surrounded by dead people. With the exception of Ben, he preferred to keep his distance. And he didn't think that Sapphire was going to be the sort of ghost he wanted hanging over him all the time.

"You could be a little more tactful," Ben pointed out. "She just died."

"It's July, she's been dead for a while," Casper argued. "I don't think she wants to hang around here all day. She's probably got better things to do, like slapping Walt Disney around for not making Elsa a Disney Princess sooner!" His hands were shaking more and more. "Not to rush you or anything, Sapphire, but unless someone has a magic quarter, the meter's about to run out."
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Camp Half-blood: the Shrines
Skills: N/A
Leda dipped her sponge in the water Kiera had conjured for them, before getting to work on scrubbing the shrine. It really did impress her sometimes how easily the shrines got completely filthy. Maybe they needed to institute a no shoe policy in an effort to cut down some on the dirt. She paused for a moment as Kiera started asking her questions about her mother, taking a moment to think. "I've seen her on four Winter Solstices, although that's really just seeing that she's there, she's always darting around, messenger goddess and all," Leda shrugged. "Met her once personally though," she mentioned.

She paused for a moment, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her lucky silver drachma. "Got this from her. She gets loads of drachma, from Iris Messages and all. I dunno. I keep it, think that it's a bit lucky, it's gone with me on all my quests and I've always come back in one piece," she added with a shrug. "Mum's nice and all, but not super huge on contact... I think she wants us to sorta make our own way in the world. That or she's a tad upset all her kids tend to fight and all, as she's a huge pacifist. I dunno. What about your dad? You get on with him?"
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Camp Half-blood: Dining Pavilion
Skills: N/A
Nancy took the pad and pen from Niah, her brain feeling like someone had just put it through a blender. There was only one sensation in the world she found worse than a hangover and this was it - the post prophetic 'glow'. She never had bothered asking why prophecies were always so hard on her body compared to others, largely since she had come up with her own answer for it. She didn't accept the prophecies - it had to be forced on her. Alexandra and other seers, they accepted them, so they didn't have seizures as a fun bonus gift. Maybe it was her father's way of punishing her for hating his 'gift.' She'd only met him once, so it wasn't like she had been able to get confirmation from him.

Her brother was cradling her head, causing Nancy to internally go aww for a second - it was very sweet of him. Niah was offering her water. As much as she hated the public display of this, and how everyone was probably closer to just writing her off as a seer and not a living breathing person, it was nice to know that she had friends who had her back. But it also made it that much harder, knowing she was going to be leaving them. Mads was pressing some napkins to the back of her head, and Nancy frowned, seeing a very aesthetically appealing blonde boy in his 20's come in.

Despite meeting him only once, she recognized her father. She hated that he knelt down and healed her. She would have rather kept the wound. "What do you want?" she asked him harshly, lifting herself up into a sitting position and then standing up from there. She crossed her arms defiantly, still holding Niah's paper and pen. "And why do you only show up now? We could've used some divine power at New Rome, if you weren't too busy staring at your own reflection to notice children were dying - some of them yours, even." The anger was creeping into her voice, but she wasn't anywhere near as angry as she could have been - whether or not Nancy erupted would depend on what Apollo did next.
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: the Woods
Skills: N/A
Megan frowned - of course Rumplestiltskin had men patrolling the area. Every villain with wealth had to have their own private army of mercenaries. It couldn't just be as simple as fighting a man with untold magical powers, they had to deal with the grunts as well. Nothing could ever be simple or straightforward, especially in this land of fairytale characters. It did make her wonder how Maleficent and the others had risen to power in the first place - so many of the Disney movies involved the protagonists with magical powers, how had they been defeated? The thunderclap broke up her thoughts for a moment.

At least the storm would make it easier for them to cover up any noise - but it also presented its own challenges she was sure. Once again, it seemed that she was of the same mind with the ginger haired girl. As much as she was focused on getting to her brother, she felt like she owed the only other competent person there the decency of learning their name. "What's your name, again?" Megan asked, looking directly at the ginger. She was pressing onwards as always, just itching to get her brother away from his kidnapper and off to safety.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Camp Half-blood: Outside Dining Pavilion -> the Shrines
Skills: N/A
Leda grinned a little bit, seeing the snowman that was under construction. It was nice to see that despite all of the doom and gloom in the air, kids were able to just be kids. It was reassuring - that even if things were at their absolute worst, there was still a little love and light to be found. "I'm good with cleaning them together if you are, luv," Leda said, mostly because she didn't want to be apart from her girlfriend while doing the task. It'd be more fun to have someone to talk to anyways. "Figure we could start with your dad's shrine, yeah?" she suggested.

Ordinarily, Leda started with Zeus when it was time to handle the Big Three, but she figured it'd be fine if they went out of order, as Kiera was Poseidon's kid. She also really hoped that the gods wouldn't somehow get into more of a fight over who had their shrine cleaned first that day. They were unbelievably petty at times... but hopefully not that petty. "Gotta scrape the barnacles off of it," she teased. "Although more seriously, the main thing is just replacing the water, as somehow dirt and shit always ends up inside of it no matter what."
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Camp Half-blood: Dining Pavilion
Skills: N/A
Nancy had an ulterior motive for not necessarily being the leader during the War Games - she was quietly scouting her replacement. Romans elected their praetors of course, but she wanted to know that there would be someone suitable to step up to the plate once she left. She really didn't want the only person interested in running to be Leandra. After everything Leandra had put her through, she didn't want to imagine what New Rome under her administration would look like - they'd probably be well supplied but instantly wiped out the minute trouble came knocking. "I'm not sure even I could get the Greeks into--" Nancy cut off suddenly, a distant look coming into her eyes. For everyone watching her, it was like she had started to go into a trance...

... And then it became something much worse. Her body stiffened up, before she started convulsing. She fell off the bench she had been sitting on, hitting the floor as her limbs were jerking and twitching all about. To anyone with medical knowledge, it looked like she was having a seizure.

Nancy wasn't aware of any of that though - her mind was somewhere else as her body was twitching and convulsing about. She was in the Labyrinth, with Madalyne, Andy, and... dammit, which ginger was that? They really needed to limit the number of gingers. The group was clearly running from something, but it was too dark to really make out just what it was. Nancy was incredibly confused and terrified, as the group then approached a pit - a pit that something told Nancy didn't have a bottom. Mads had a sword in her hand with a symbol on it that Nancy didn't recognize and Nancy, in her vision, screamed as something impaled Mads. Mads dropped the sword - and the gem? And then some tentacle like thing went after the two items as Mads fell into the pit...

Her vision cleared and Nancy found herself on the ground, her head aching - she must have hit her head during the vision. She didn't want to get up, knowing that likely a majority of the Greeks and Romans had witnessed her go into the prophetic 'trance.' "I need something to draw with," she mumbled.
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Trainerblue192
May 17th, 2021
Skrull Prison Ship
Anelle thought for a moment - she really didn't want to learn in this spot, as so many of her countrymen were either dead or unconscious on the floor. "There may be a training facility down in the guards' quarters," Anelle then said softly. "Those would be on the lowest floor of the ship if I had to take a guess... although they did not exactly permit me to tour this facility when the Empress ordered me to be imprisoned here."
May 18th, 2021
Clint Barton's Homestead - Missouri: 9:50 A.M.
Raynor frowned deeply - Niah was telling the truth, but he had never heard of a demon bear before. However, he did know enough about their companions to know who they would have to turn to in order to get an advised opinion as soon as possible - the President. Jakobsen was the leader of O.M.E.N. after the original leaders, the Winchesters, had been murdered. He knew more about Midgardian demons than anyone else currently present did. "If it's a demon, then Jakobsen should take a look," Raynor voiced.

"Wait, the President knows about demons?" Spider-Man blurted. "Oh, wait, guess that checks out, he used to be in that weird organization that did things, right?"

"...Yes, O.M.E.N. did things," Bonnie replied sharply. "They were organized to handle necromantics originally - basically anything that wasn't human. And by handling them, they tended to kill them... like a modern day Salem," she reflected. Flynn had been a part of O.M.E.N. He had defected after O.M.E.N. started to target mutant children, a far cry from the Satanists and demons they had been tasked to track down and eliminate.

"Which is exactly why a demon bear is right up his ally," Raynor pointed out. "And if he doesn't know anything, he'll know who would. Fastest results we can get," he argued. He knew that others probably would want to run straight to Strange with every little problem (such as Cass), but Raynor didn't think they needed to escalate that much just yet. Strange was the nuclear option. And although Raynor wouldn't admit it, part of him was worried that Strange would sooner kill Niah to neutralize the threat than save her.

"I think Cass is right too though, we should try to get in contact with Strange... And it just occurred to me, we don't exactly have his phone number, do we?" she muttered, frowning slightly. That was one of the problems with magic users - they didn't really use phones. She half wondered if Strange already knew that they were debating contacting him and would just show of his own accord... assuming he hadn't been replaced by a skrull. "We also don't know if we can trust him, though. He could be one of them." She looked at Sparky, wondering if the man who had helped her earlier had actually been Strange - did the skrulls have access to magic?
The (Horribly Named) Robert E. Lee Animal Shelter - Missouri: 9:50 A.M.
Mar-Vell frowned, thinking for a moment. "I think that we could get away with ten at most. If we're too badly outnumbered by them, they may just start eating the politicians, which would cause another host of problems..." she trailed off. It was a little bit startling how calmly and emotionlessly she was discussing all of this, but she was a kree - they tended to be more stoic and repressed. She then moved onto Matt's question. "ZuZu there is the male," she answered.

ZuZu the cat stared at Evelyn for a moment, as if he could understand her, and he hissed.

Mar-Vell nodded at Oliver. "Run with them quickly back to Barton's - the rest of us will meet you back there, we just need to find Barton and his children." They were still off somewhere else in the facility, looking for a furry companion for the kids.

"Ooo, so you're like a speedy bloke, yeah?" Amelia commented, looking at Oliver. He didn't look like the speedster type to her - when she thought of speedsters, she thought of Quicksilver, the ex-terrorist from the news. He was pretty much honestly the only speedster that she knew about. It didn't seem to be all too popular of a power set. What happened if a speedster tripped? Did they break their face on the pavement? Did they create a tiny crater in the process?

"I'll go find Clint, if you all want to grab ZuZu and head to the car," Cap offered, before exiting the room.

Amelia glanced over at the non-pregnant flerken - ZuZu - and saw that the cat was still hissing at Evelyn. Clearly, ZuZu didn't want to go anywhere. She glanced around the room next, hoping that someone would have an idea. "Oi, Goose, any chance you can convince this one to follow along with us and help us save the world from aliens?" she called out to Goose. From what she could tell, Goose seemed to have above average intelligence - that or Mar-Vell just liked talking to the cat as a sounding board.



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