Morose

The Gifted - Concluded

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Genosha: July 15th, 2021 - 2:10 PM

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Veil, Casper, and Sunshine

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Location: the Carousel - Stage
Skills: Mediumship

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"The Akademos isn't an academy in the same sense of what it is for flatscans - like, there aren't any math tests. Whatever knowledge you need a telepath can just download for you. You'd be surprised how many mutants there are with crazy degrees on Genosha - they just sorta loan out their info and the telepaths copy it for us," Sunshine explained. "It's how I learned to read and write English. So like, what we focus on at the Akademos is mutant knowledge - how to use our powers, not just alone but in groups to make what we call mutant circuits."

"I think the magic people do something similar," she then mused. "But I'm not really sure. Renegade's one of the teachers at the Akademos - not that we really have teachers. It's more of if you figure something out, you share it with everyone else, so everyone learns and everyone teaches."

Havok didn't look convinced at Spark Plug's words - or Waverley's, given her obvious newfound crush on the Three Bitches in One. However, he also knew that shouting wasn't going to get him anywhere. There had to be a way off of this island. He'd find it and he was going to get the hell out of here. Being one of Xavier's X-Men would be better than this.

Casper, of course, had more or less melted into James. It was so easy for him to swoon at James' words, and even though it hadn't felt like very long since he had seen him, Casper was more than excited at the idea of chilling and checking out some of those places James had mentioned. "I don't endanger myself - that's Ben's job," Casper protested, earning an eye roll from his ghostly friend.

"So convincing..."

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A little while later, they were back at the Magda Memorial Housing Complex in the Omega Building. They didn't go to Renegade's apartment this time however. James, Sunshine, and Jack had been living in one apartment together. It had six bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. Most of the bedrooms were empty. Some of them would have to double up, but the Mutant Underground would be able to live together under one roof - again.

Veil sat on the table, her legs dangling off of it as she looked around at everyone. Casper was practically in James' lap on the couch, and Sunshine was perched on the opposite end of the couch. Havok was standing in the corner, looking as angry as ever.

"... So ... Who wants to start?" Veil asked.

"What's there to talk about?" Sunshine asked stubbornly. "You all can live here on Genosha and be happy and safe, without any fucking flatscans trying to kill us. It's paradise."

"The views do seem really awesome... Is there rum here?" Casper then asked, as everyone knew rum was key to island life.

"Yeah, I'm sure it's the blood in the fucking soil that makes everything seem so perfect," Havok snapped. "We aren't seriously going to stay here."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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May 23rd, 2021

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Skrull Prison Ship

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Maria would spot Captain Marvel nearby, slowly drifting further and further underneath the water - she was unconscious and drowning. Also nearby was... a dolphin? A dolphin with strangely intelligent eyes staring at her? The dolphin prodded her slightly with its nose, as if trying to get Maria to understand something, before diving after the drowning Avenger. There wasn't any sign of anyone else, but the ship was massive - everyone could easily be scattered.

Meanwhile, for a pregnant woman Sue was in remarkably good shape after the crash. She was treading the water just fine, but was very thankful for Flynn fishing her out - and a little curious as to where he had found the lifeboat. "I'm fine, thanks," she reassured him. Not too far from their boat, they'd spot another drowning Avenger - an unconscious Tony Stark.

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Pennsylvania Avenue: Washington D.C.: 12:30 P.M.

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In the van, Niah and Sparky would begin seeing breaking news alerts - a massive alien spaceship had crashed off the coast of Montevideo in Uruguay. The Avengers were on route to the tragedy, but the death toll was already expected to be in the hundreds of thousands, if not more. On one channel, Tony Stark was giving an interview about the situation while traveling to Uruguay, anticipating that they would be there in one hour's time - a travel time that everyone knew wasn't fast enough.

Captain America nodded at Matt. "You might not hear from me for a while - but I'll be with you in spirit. Carry on, soldier," he said, extending his hand for Matt to shake if he so chose. Captain America then jumped out the window, using his shield to make it look like his shield had broken the glass. He then threw his shield at Cass, hitting her in the left arm and leaving a nasty bruise, knocking her to the ground.

The Secret Service Agents on the lawn assumed the most logical course of events - Captain America was now public enemy number one and had attacked the White House, with Cass and Raynor being just two agents he had hurt. The agents opened fire on Captain America, whether they were skrulls or not was unclear, and Cap held his shield in front of him, blocking their fire. Raynor wasn't waking up - he was out cold.

Inside the Oval Office, Bonnie arched a slight eyebrow at Kwassi's comment. "None of us have training on working with children - except for those who are parents," she pointed out. The only parent in the group, that she was aware of, was the President. Maria had a kid, but she wasn't present at the moment. And Bonnie herself definitely didn't have a child. The only thing she had in common with children was an adoration for the animation style used in Tim Burton movies. She had wanted to be an animator before she ended up becoming a medical examiner for SHIELD.

Amelia didn't ever want kids herself - but she felt that kids were fine. They were just like small, mini adults. And in small doses, they could be really cute. It was the prolonged contact with children that got annoying, as they could just be a looot (which was saying something, coming from someone else who was very much a lot). "So uh, do we call someone to report Captain America tried to kill the President? Oooor are we the ones that get called for that? Like, who does the Secret Service tell things went wrong to? Do we tell the President? But like, he already knows? The Vice President? Is there a 911 sorta line for this?" Amelia rambled. She knew a little bit about American politics, but had very little idea as to the emergency protocol they were supposed to follow.

Bonnie thought for a moment. "The President should tell the Vice President, and ideally from there it'll go through whatever the proper protocols are. Or - Niah, Sparky, could you look up what we're supposed to do from here?" Bonnie inquired. "Deviating slightly from proper protocol may be okay, the skrulls might not be as detail oriented as real Secret Service."

In the hallway outside, the kids didn't really seem to recognize Alex as being the President - since they were children and pretty much all white men in suits look roughly the same. "Who are you supposed to be?" one child asked rudely, with the tour guide's jaw dropping slightly. Ricky stood behind the group with his arms crossed, staring at Alex.

"That's President Jakobsen," Ricky explained. "Now kids, I need a moment with the President alone. How about you all go to the cafe and get a treat?" he suggested strongly, locking eyes with the tour guide who nodded and started ushering the kids away.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: The Kyln
Skills: Telepathy

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Guin smirked slightly with pride at her expert pilot skills. She really ought to have been the one flying their actual ship too. Maybe she’d use some of her dad’s money and build a ship when they got back to Earth - she and Pietro could visit the moon, it’d be romantic and epic! For a brief moment, her ADHD addled brain started thinking about all the possible names she could give her ship, liking the Anakin Solo the best for obvious reasons. The Ebon Hawk was a close runner up. ”Yeah, I’d like to grab my shit. No one else gets to have my stuff but me you know?”

The idea that someone else could just keep her things felt a little weird. She had grown up in extreme wealth - her things were always hers, the only times they weren’t were when Pietro would steal them from her, but they were married so it hardly counted. Besides, they needed to grab Pietro’s food supply or he was going to be totally dragging the entire time. He was still looking way too pale for her liking.

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: The Kyln
Skills: N/A

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Runa nodded, in complete agreement with Edus’ assessment. These people really should’ve known how to pilot a craft. On Asgard, it was more or less considered a life skill - like how those on Midgard ensured that everyone knew how to operate a car (although come to think about it, she wasn’t actually sure if Lance even knew). She made a mental note to speak to him about it. Perhaps they could take lessons together - her heart fluttered slightly at the thought. She enjoyed spending time with him on this mission, but they scarcely had any time alone to get to know each other… There was always someone else present on the small ship - and now in this gigantic prison complex.

Runa was slightly surprised that Stark didn’t crash and that they managed to make it to the next zone with ease. She very much had items that she wished to retrieve. ”As would I. If I have to spend another minute in these flimsy prison garbs, I may suffocate.” She hadn’t been wearing Asgardian armor, of course, but she did really like the clothes she had acquired on Midgard. Hot Topic had quickly become her favorite seamstress to visit.

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Runa Johansson

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Location: Hotel Valhalla - Feast Hall of the Slain
Skills: N/A

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Runa had slowly adjusted to life at Hotel Valhalla - and to the idea that her father lived in Valhalla with them. She had gradually started to warm up to those around her, even secretly crushing on one of the Valkyries from afar. The only thing she didn't love about the place was the green shirt most people insisted on wearing. She had tried cutting one up to make it more fashionable, but no matter what she did, it was still an ugly piece of fabric. So instead that morning, Runa wore a white collared top with a studded corset belt, a spiked headband, black skirt, spiked wrist cuffs, fishnet stockings, and black boots. She loved looking like a goth beauty queen whenever possible.

She had heard some of what was going on - it was hard not to. She didn't understand how people could just not come back to life - it was one of the promises of Valhalla, to forever be resurrected within its halls. If something was wrong with the magic here... Runa bit her lip slightly. It couldn't have been revenge from Hel, right? This was Odin's domain - surely he could prevent her from coming in? She made her way with the crowd to the Feast Hall of the Slain, wishing that the room didn't feel so claustrophobic despite its massive size. She spotted her father at the Thane's Table and shyly waved at him, before spotting Nadia and sitting down next to her.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Big House -> Infirmary
Skills: N/A

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Leda was a bit impressed with Kiera's memory - she didn't know if she would have been able to recite Rosie's words so exactly. Prophecies tended to be short and sweet, but even then they could be a bit much for her attention span. She almost would have preferred for them to be delivered via fortune cookie, make them something easier to remember. Or could they just be giving as a string of emojis? That could've been rad. She wouldn't have been surprised if Apollo had already thought about implementing something like that with one of his Oracles. She gave her girlfriend's hand a squeeze, before nodding at Chiron and going from the Big House to the infirmary.

They didn't have any trouble persuading Rosie to go talk to Chiron - the young Oracle was already off and on her way. That then left the two of them, alone together more or less. "Well, we could sneak off to the armory and get you the best gear for the quest before everyone else goes through," Leda suggested. She already had some gear that she liked to use, but she imagined that Kiera could probably use a few upgrades to her armor or weapons. "Or if you're feeling more like taking your mind off of things, the weather around here suddenly seems just right for skinny dipping in the lake."

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Northern Woods
Skills: N/A

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Nancy wished they could have put the gem through a garbage disposal - that would've been one of the best ways to keep it safe and out of all of this, an easy way to invalidate the prophecy she had seen. She didn't want her best friend to fall into the Pit - and she was skeptical of their ability to find the Doors of Death or even get Letus to cooperate with them. However, for Mads, she would do anything. She'd achieve the impossible. She'd scream at the Doors of Death until she lost her voice if that was what it took to open them, until her throat began to bleed from the energy and effort, until she died trying to bring Mads back. "You know I'm ride or die," Nancy chimed in, looking at Mads.

She bit her lip slightly, as Mads asked if she should step down from being a praetor. It was an action Nancy was going to take once this was all over, once the Legion and everyone she cared about was safe, so that way she could join Diana's hunt. "It's up to you," Nancy ultimately said. "I can keep the Legion safe while you're on the quest. I don't need a co-praetor, but if you want to resign, we can hold an election for the next praetor," she then added.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Megan Pendragon

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Location: Merlin's Tower
Skills: N/A

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Despite the imminent danger, a part of Megan's mind was still dissecting her brother's explanation or lack thereof when it came to his new powers. She had rolled her eyes slightly when he mentioned that magic was weird. Of course it was weird. They hadn't been in this world very long and they hadn't really had anything about magic explained to them, although Megan was inclined to believe that it had to be at least somewhat of a scientific discipline. Magic was simply things that science couldn't yet explain in her mind. And thus far, she hadn't seen any evidence to he contrary.

The rest of her mind was focused on the situation - namely, the magic SWAT squad threatening to come into the tower. They were in the woods, which made Megan briefly wonder if the SWAT team had threatened other towers along the way, just hoping they'd stumble across the right one. The door had been broken down and Megan drew excalibur, doing her part to defend the tower with the others. She swung her blade time and time again, neatly taking care of four of the would be invaders.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Genosha: July 15th, 2021 - 2:00 PM

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Veil, Casper, and Sunshine

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Location: the Carousel - Stage
Skills: Mediumship, Invisible Energy Manipulation

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Havok turned on his heels, looking Waverley dead in the eye. "Everyone is acting like we're on fucking vacation, but Magneto runs this place. It has to be a death trap. And everyone's just too stupid to see it," Havok complained. "We're all going to die here and people just want to get pina coladas and hear a bunch of probably brainwashed people cheer their names like they're pop stars or some shit!"

Veil and Echo were close enough to Havok and Feedback that people would be able to hear their voices quietly, although Veil was keeping them invisible. Veil listened to what her brother had to say, before nodding slightly. It was something she thought about sometimes - what happened after the Mutant Underground - what happened after mutants were safe? The thought at times made her uneasy, as she realized that her entire life was based on the idea that she had to help other mutants to safety, and she didn't know what to do if she couldn't do that. "J'ai million questions," Veil whispered. "Et je ne suis pas certaine de mes réponses," she then admitted.

Her brother had then switched to English, so did she. "We all dreamed of a time when mutants didn't have to live in fear - that's what sustained us, kept us going... Maybe this is that dream realized, sooner than we had expected. And maybe just being here is our way of honoring those who couldn't be," she suggested. She wasn't really sure though. She didn't know how many mutants were actually able to get to Genosha. Was it really for everyone? Or did the Hellfire Club have some way of being selective? But there were so many in that crowd... assuming it hadn't been a telepathic manipulation of course... that Veil felt they were likely genuine.

On stage, Reeva bade farewell to the audience, and the Quiet Council members departed the stage. Selene, Reeva, and the Three in One waved slightly at Havok and all as they left, with the Three in One blowing a kiss in sync to Waverley. The crowd at large was starting to disperse, with Casper scrambling back up onto the stage. "Wait for me!" he shouted, before running towards the back of the stage - only to slam straight into Magneto.

"Oops, sorry, I didn't see you there - maybe you should wear one of those reflective vests?" Casper suggested. "I do think white is a good color on you, but it also makes you look like La Llorona. She's not real - I think."

It was hard to read Magneto's expressions at times, but he was definitely glaring at Xavier's son.

"Casper, leave him alone - the dude's a serial killer," Ben warned, coming up and standing right next to his friend, prepared to jump in if Casper needed some back up against the master of magnetism.

"You should watch where you're going... Casper," Magneto warned. His helmet cast shadows on his face, making him look like some sort of eerie phantom. It was difficult to even see much beyond his eyes. But then, Magneto did something entirely unexpected. He removed his helmet. He removed his helmet on an island filled with telepaths. His long white locks fluttered lightly in the breeze and his face, while aged, was intense. He had seen the little trinket Zarina was holding up high. "And you, Valkyrie, I expect you at the House of M for tea tomorrow, 3 pm sharp."

Then, with all the pomp and ego, Magneto used his powers to levitate and fly off.

Sunshine was completely unfazed by it. People flew places all the time on Genosha. Most mutants had figured out a way to try flight with their powers. Hell, even Sunshine had been working on it some with Renegade, trying to use her disease powers to propel herself through the air. It was just convenient to travel under one's own power. Of course, those who couldn't fly could always ask Forge for a pair of hover shoes - those were incredibly popular though and meant waiting on a wait list.

Sunshine moved on over to Thunder and Valkyrie, raising a slight eyebrow. "If you two are done making out, think we can take you to where you'll be staying and all," Sunshine explained. "Well, that's if you don't wanna be part of the Akademos - or the Academy if you wanna use the flatscan word for it," she added with a shrug, before moving back towards where the others were.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: The Kyln
Skills: Telepathy

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Geez, they fight more than our group does, Guin commented. She would've said it was the raccoon's raging testosterone, but she wasn't sure what sort of hormones were in talking male raccoons - at least, she assumed Rocket was male. She wasn't actually quite sure. It was also possible he wasn't actually a raccoon and was instead some sort of alien being, beyond their human conceptions of gender. She always thought it was highly unlikely that aliens would have the same ideas of gender that they did on Earth. It was still a little weird to her how close their society was to Asgard at times.

Unfortunately, everyone seemed to be horrible at piloting their getaway vehicle. Guin rolled her eyes and cracked her knuckles. "Move over, let a pro-gamer deal with this, I've got better hand eye coordination," she bragged. Both Bethany and the raccoon had more or less tried to kill them after all, and they were currently plunging towards the bottom. Guin shoved her way up to the controls, not really caring who she had to move past to get there, and she grabbed the control stick from Bethany. She managed to level things out and she smirked slightly, as if to say - I told you so. She then gently pulled back, giving them a smooth and controlled ascent.

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: The Kyln
Skills: N/A

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Runa had only nodded simply at Lance. She hadn't actually planned on hurting Stark - it was more of a warning if anything else. On Asgard, sometimes that was what required to get people to take you seriously. She didn't like using a show of force, but it seemed to have been effective, as the young Stark was more or less leaving her alone. Runa gripped tightly onto the wall with her hands though with the raccoon and Bethany's driving, as both left much to be desired. She didn't imagine she would die from such a fall, but with her powers flickering in and out, she had to wonder if her durability may have been decreased as well.

At least Stark seemed to have things under control, moving them towards the opening. Runa relaxed slightly. "Do most of you have no experience when it comes to piloting ships?" she asked, looking towards Quill and the raccoon. She had to assume that was the case with how poor the raccoon's flight skills had been. Bethany's struggles could be excused - she had never flown a spaceship before. Runa had to assume the same was true for Quill and Rocket then.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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May 23rd, 2021

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Skrull Prison Ship

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Sometimes, even the best of plans aren't enough.

Sometimes, our heroes fail and innocents suffer for it.

They managed to slow down the craft, but they couldn't stop it from hitting the ocean near the shore of Montevideo. Everyone who was on the outside of the ship would find themselves plunged underneath the water, with the massive craft preventing them from easily surfacing. They'd have to swim out away from the craft in order to get above the water. And all the meanwhile, the massive ship hitting the water created essentially an artificial tsunami...

The Invisible Woman's shields held for a moment, but even she couldn't battle a force of nature. The tsunami broke through and swept over Montevideo...

A city with 1.3 million people...

Washed away...

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Pennsylvania Avenue: Washington D.C.: 12:20 P.M.

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Bonnie tilted her head slightly, wondering what to make of Kwassi's comment. Her ego told herself that it was only natural, she really was a gifted fighter - for a human. She couldn't throw buildings with her mind or burst into flames like her friends. Not too long ago, that had been the norm for SHIELD agents - no one had powers. She supposed even now her viewpoint was skewed, as the Secret Warriors were only a small part of SHIELD's arsenal - and a highly classified one at that. They weren't sent on ordinary missions - only extraordinary ones.

Amelia was panting, and she was barely standing straight as she gave Cass a thumbs up. "Oh, I'm bloody brilliant, thanks mate," Amelia said, before coughing slightly. "Hey, you ever wonder what happens when a toad gets struck by lightning? Heard that question posed to one of the X-Men once - the OG ones, not the little kids in tights that they got running around now. Was such a posh look Storm had in the interview though, it was so lit, like legs for days and days."

Raynor wasn't quite as loquacious as Amelia. "This is why no one liked Thor at parties," he muttered. In his world, Thor was very much dead - and had been for some time. Thor died with the rest of the most famous Asgardians during Ragnarok. And while the prophecies claimed Baldur was supposed to be resurrected and return to rule, that never happened. They had been left with a desolated planet and fled to Earth, conquering what had been Norway and turning it into their home. A chill went down Raynor's spine as he remembered the Queen of New Asgard.

From Niah and Sparky's monitors, they could see that VP Ricky Goldsworth wasn't headed towards the Oval Office... but the pack of children were.

Amelia's eyes widened as Sparky described a strategy to her over the comms. "Uh, but I'm not the Avatar - or a fire bender, I don't think Katara or Toph could've done that!" Amelia squeaked. She was happy to see that Captain America was no longer an ice cube, but they still had a huge issue with the giant skrull. The skrull tossed Matt roughly to the side of the room, sending Matt slamming into a wall.

"Keep the skrull busy, I have a plan," Bonnie said suddenly, before sprinting towards the President's desk with no further explanation.

Amelia didn't need the science-type to say anything else. She figured whatever plan Bonnie had come up with would be more than good enough. Instead, she decided to take another trick from Avatar and find a way to distract the giant skrull as much as possible. Amelia hopped up and nearly fell, but managed to catch herself on a rapidly spinning ball of air - an air scooter. She started zipping around the Oval Office in random directions. "Oi, fugly, bet ya can't catch me!"

Captain America sized up the situation, and threw his mighty shield, aiming for the giant's eyes. His mark was true and he hit the giant dead on, causing the skrull to scream out in pain and reach up, grabbing for his eyes. For a moment, he was more or less blinded. Raynor darted in, intent on stabbing the giant, but the giant flailed its limbs down, hitting Raynor so hard he flew out the glass windows and hit the lawn, knocked out cold. The blow would've killed an ordinary human.

Bonnie finished looking through the desk. She found a few things of interest - a baseball and a pair of rubber gloves. Bonnie snapped on the gloves and held the baseball, and chucked it at the giant skrull, hitting the skrull in the back of the head. The skrull turned around. "Stupid girl," the skrull taunted. "You terrans can't win against us," he said, before throwing lightning at Bonnie. Bonnie held out her hands, as if she could catch the lightning...

... And nothing happened. She was totally uninjured. "Rubber doesn't conduct electricity," she told the skrull, before throwing her knives. She aimed for the neck, going for the jugular. And as if Athena guided her hand, Bonnie's mark was true. The skrull pulled the knives, not realizing the danger, and blood began gushing rapidly, thick and green... until the giant fell, and the ground shook.

"... Nice work, agent," Captain America complimented.

"Thanks. My anatomy studies have new applications each and every day, it seems."

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Infirmary -> Big House
Skills: N/A

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Leda was a little bit surprised to see that Chiron wasn't out on the porch, although she supposed Mr. D wasn't around to play games with him. She went inside with her girlfriend, finding Chiron listening to some records and reading a book. For a brief moment, Leda wondered if he ever got bored with reading - he had been alive for ages, hadn't he probably had his fill of reading pretty much every sort of story by that time? Did anything ever genuinely surprise him? Were writers nowadays just trash compared to the ones of his youth?

"They're bloody wild ones, too," Leda added. "One of them has three people going into a maze and a pit, another has people going under the bloody sea, and another is clearly talking about Atlas and all with going to where you hold up the sky," Leda told Chiron. She hadn't committed Rosie's words to memory, but she had gotten the basics of it all. "The prophecies name the questers too, well more of show who they should be, and give a description of the parentage," she explained.

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Northern Woods
Skills: N/A

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Nancy nodded. She did have more details. She hesitated slightly again, but the kids hadn't left, so clearly they were fine with hearing this conversation - and Madalyne hadn't asked for them to leave. "You're running from something, with Andy and one of the gingers. It's dark. You have a grody looking sword with the symbol I drew on it. And... Then something impales you, you drop the gem from our quest together, and fall into Tartarus as a black tentacle goes to grab the items," Nancy recalled. She shuddered slightly at the images in her mind. She didn't want to recall them - but she had to. The more information they had, the more likely they could save Mads' life.

Her thoughts flickered towards the Physician's Cure her father had given her, despite its suspicious timing. It wouldn't matter if they could get Mads out of the Pit if she died - although, Nancy realized as a monster, Mads would reform at some point anyways. It could take thousands of years though. And she didn't wish that on her friend. "I only know of two Greeks who went into the Pit and came out - and they were... you know, demigods when it happened," Nancy said quietly. She didn't know how the Greeks had survived Tartarus, only that they had.