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Current Two 4+ year long RPs completed within 20 days of each other - now THAT'S what we're talking about!
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1 yr ago
Congratulations to the cast of the Gifted, we just finished our RP after almost four years! Excelsior!
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4 yrs ago
It's official - accepted an offer and I am going to grad school next year! :) #DrMorose
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4 yrs ago
Congratulations to the Gifted for hitting 500 IC posts and to Darke Magyk for completing the RP! Excelsior!
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I graduated from college today~
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Bio


Age: Mid 20's
Birthday: May 15
Ethnicity: Irish & English American
Pronouns: She/Hers
Major/Minor: Chemistry
Occupation: Graduate Student
Languages: English, French
Current Bio Theme: Beelzebub / Good Omens
Previous Bio Themes: Lorna Dane; Sylvie Laufeydattir; Ahsoka Tano; Harley Quinn; Mood Board / Wanda Maximoff; Bernadette Rostenkowski; Fiona Goode; Sally; Scott Lang; Felicity Smoak; Nico Minoru; The Frost Triplets; Gertrude Yorkes; Violet Harmond; Clint Barton; Lorna Dane; Selesia Upitiria; James March; Tony Stark; Olivia Moore; Harley Quinn

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Alright, as much as Raynor claimed to be annoyed by this entire assignment, he did love ships - especially hearing about ones that were practically ideal for Jedi. The description reminded him of his dream ship, the Vector (as mentioned previously). He wished there was a real opportunity to try some of these ships out, take them out for a spin, but he needed to keep a close eye on Jarothe - and dining with him that evening was going to be one of his main chances to get a feel for his character. Plus, Raynor needed to focus in general on the mission - he needed to find proof of Colbol Corp breaking their contract (and his unofficial secondary mission - finding a way to get Shocky her freedom).

"Why wouldn't she have prior knowledge?" Raynor asked Jarothe, playing dumb. "Surely you hired your assistant for her skills and knowledge of this field, no?" he suggested. He was curious to see how Jarothe would play this off - if he would admit to breaking the laws of the Republic and enslaving an innocent person, or if he would lie to a Jedi.


☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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

Nancy's stomach flip-flopped as Mads told her she was going to do great on the quest - she didn't intend on actually participating. She was going to answer questions as best as she could, point them to the door of the Lotus Hotel and Casino, and she would then wait for them to emerge from the hotel when they finished the quest. That was going to be the extent of her involvement - it would take an act of the gods to force her to walk through those doors again, to breathe that air. She knew the ghosts there were emotional, not literal, but it was still a haunted place to her all the same.

She nodded as Niah said her farewells and left. "I'll see you two again," Nancy promised, before letting them both go. She stared at Niah's back for a moment, committing her friend's image to memory, just as she memorized Mads'. And then, Nancy took a deep breath and headed inside the Big House. She came across the people she had seen in her vision in the Lotus Hotel and Casino, along with the Greek Oracle and Chiron. If this had been any other subject, Nancy would have made her presence known as she came into the room - she would have taken charge, taken leadership over this situation, and laid out a battle plan for accomplishing this quest.

Instead, Nancy hovered slightly on the outside of the group. She didn't say anything. If it turned out they didn't need anything from her, all the better. She didn't want to talk about this. She was already feeling drained from the small meltdown she had had not too long ago.

🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: Camp Half-blood: the Van
Skills: N/A

Leda laughed, shaking her head. "If I make it to my forties, I'll be impressed - I always figured I'd end up dying young, hot, and sexy," Leda teased. She honestly couldn't imagine being forty years old - she never really considered what her life might look like after all of this. Her entire world was myths and quests, gods and goddesses - the idea of getting old and slowing down just never occurred to her. And why would it? Leda adored her life as it was, she felt fulfilled, she was living her best life here. She didn't care that it could be cut short - the inevitability of death just made her appreciate each moment of life even more. She lived intensely and passionately for a reason.

Leda got into the back of the van, sitting down next to Kiera and then throwing an arm around Kiera's shoulders, hugging her close. "Also, don't forget, I won the bet - so now you have to do whatever I say," Leda said with a smirk. "And I'm going to save that little victory for an opportune moment, so be on your toes - I'll let you know when I'm cashing in." She did tilt her head slightly at Arthur - he seemed like he was having a rough go of it, and Leda understood. The first quest could always be really scary - going out into the world, knowing monsters were going to try to kill you at every turn, not everyone found it as exciting as Leda did.




Runa Baldurdattir & Guin Stark

Location: New York City Defenders HQ
Skills: N/A

You'd be upset too if it was something of yours going missing, Guin pointed out to Pietro - Imagine if it had been your walkman, you'd have lost it. She did know she was being a little dramatic - but that was part of the humor of it, right? And she was bummed about her suit not showing up so far, as she had worked really hard on it. Someone else might've found it and took it for themselves, making it into their origin story as the world's next superhero/villain - she cringed at the thought of someone else flying around in her baby. At least she could be comforted by the fact that they'd have to be fairly short to wear it, as it wasn't height adjustable (yet). "Damn, everyone is running into the other!Pietro but me, huh?"

Guin wasn't mad about that - from what she knew of this reality, the other!Pietro was a twisted Darth Vader sort of character, not the lovable Clone Wars Anakin Skywalker version she adored. She didn't know if her safety would be guaranteed with the other!Pietro - or if he would attack her just like everyone else. Her thoughts drifted towards Muscles for a moment, the once-and-future version of Pietro - his death still pained her, but of the alternate counterparts of her husband, Muscles had to be the better one. I'm fine with the wizard doing things, but we might also want another plan, because I am giving him 0 stars on Yelp so far.

Runa tilted her head slightly. "What danger is there at the mansion?" she asked, unfamiliar with the sentient A.I. "Surely it's nothing that we could not handle as a group?" Runa posed. She thought for a bit though. They did need somewhere to stay - preferably on Midgard, as they were receiving Strange's help, and they just weren't familiar with the situation on Asgard.

"Wait, danger danger or Danger Danger?" Guin asked. "If you meant Danger, then she should be able to help us - unless she's seriously damaged here, which would suck but also... would be par for the course." Guin sighed slightly.

A thought then occurred to Runa. "If Stark isn't alive here, who occupies Stark Tower? If it's unattended, perhaps that might be good place for us to stay and strategize - familiar grounds, centrally located, and plenty of technology around for us to look at avenues other than the mystical for a return trip to our Midgard," Runa suggested. She didn't know if technology would find the answer to their problems, but she figured Lance and Guinevere would be inclined to look towards science for an answer. Really, the main benefit of Stark Tower was that it had a lot of space and a good location - and she doubted anyone would trespass there. She imagined Stark had to have advanced security systems set up in his passing, ones that his only child could pass through when others could not.



Megan Pendragon

Location: Atlantica
Skills: N/A

"Of course I want to see the dungeons, don't you?" Megan asked her brother, rolling her eyes slightly. "The medical area is the only other part that has the pure potential to be fascinating - think about it, the state of medicine here has to be unusual, likely propped up by magic. For instance - are leeches still a treatment?" Megan pointed out. She had taken a class in college on the history of medicine, going through the evolution from the oldest practices to the modern day. Some of the old medicine was quite effective; but in Megan's experience, it was still nothing next to the wonders of modern science. Headaches and whatnot could be handled with herbs; deadly diseases needed something more aggressive.

The elevator returned and Megan got into it with the group. As much as she was interested in a few parts of the tour, she also hoped that it didn't take too long. She wanted to be making progress, not sightseeing. And now that her memories were restored, it was both more and less awkward to be standing next to King Arthur and Queen Guinevere, her parents. Speaking of awkward... "Lancelot. Where is he?" Megan asked.





Genosha: August 3rd, 2021 - 12:30 PM


Veil & Casper & Sunshine


Location: Various
Skills: Mediumship

The Green Lagoon / the Astral Plane...

For a moment, David's eyes widened, thinking that Harry meant he had four siblings in addition to Veil - but then he realized he just meant his dancing, singing, fabulous clones. David then giggled, shaking his head ever so slightly. "Uh huh, you aren't wrong though, there does seem to be a theme on the island of French Canadian twins - Aurora and Northstar, Echo and Veil... I guess I must be extra lucky then, as I get to have five all to myself," Legion joked, referencing Echo's dear clones. "There might even be a French Canadian one of me in here somewhere - I bet they're adorable," Legion mused.

However, he did realize that they had probably been talking for a while. "Should we go back to reality?" he offered. "Or stay in the astral plane?"

The Green Lagoon...

For a brief moment, Veil didn't even remember what she had been wanting to talk to her brother about - she had gotten so preoccupied with being angry and annoyed at this entire situation that it had slipped her mind. Thankfully as Spark Plug joined them, asking what was going on with Legion and Echo, Veil's thoughts went back on track. She huffed slightly and brushed a chunk of wildly astray hair out of her face. "I'm going to New Orleans soon with Max and a few others. I would invite Harry to come, but he's too busy to even talk to me clearly. If he loses his mind wondering where I've gone, then tell him for me," Veil instructed Barry - the Barry that was her brother's clone, not the alternate personality of Legion.

"Ooo, New Orleans? Is it Mardi Gras?" Barry, the one that was part of Legion and not her brother, asked.

"No," Veil said plainly. "That's Blob, Sunshine, Marrow, you, me, and Max going then." Veil paused for a moment, trying to recall if she had missed anyone or left anyone off the list, but she didn't think that she had.

Pixie rolled her eyes at Max, giggling though at the bravado he was displaying after winning the race. "Not too bad," she told him with a grin. "Who exactly are we grave robbing with? I'm guessing your mates?" Pixie then asked. Despite having agreed to go along and help out, she didn't actually know who they were going off with to do this. Her wings fluttered as she glanced around the Green Lagoon, before spotting Veil and Spark Plug talking with Legion and Echo. "That them?" Pixie asked.

Outside the Hospital...

"Of course, that's fine - I could use the company..." Bee said, her voice trailing off. Nemesis was a lot to handle alone sometimes - a visit from James to pick up some forms would be a nice break.

Casper's heart skipped a beat as he felt someone slide up onto him from behind, perching their neck on his shoulder. "You don't think I should have gone with a different Housewives song - maybe Chic, C'est La Vie by the Countess?" Casper joked, beaming from James' kiss. He adored these physical acts of affection - it was his main love language. He loved to be touched and to touch - kisses, hugs, and anything else. However, Casper did a slight double-take like a cartoon character as James dropped the bomb...

"Our baby is Jack-Jack from the Incredibles? Specifically the one part where he's on fire? And not the other parts?" Casper blurted. "What sort of fire extinguisher do you use on a baby? Aren't there different kinds? Like once we didn't know what kind we had and there was a grease fire, so we.... Wait, sorry, off topic, I can tell you that story later - just remind me about the llama and it'll come to me. But... Again, what do you do to fireproof a baby? Do we keep him in the tub all the time? Won't he get wrinkly? Do babies mold when left wet for ages? Is that possible?"

The Rebuilt House of M...

Polaris' eyes widened, hearing the sort of things that Valkyrie was saying. Now it made sense to her, why her dad had been more or less ranting at the kids when she walked in. The conversation must have hit too close to home for him, forcing him to recall the horrors of his childhood, the genocide committed against the Jewish people. Even for her, Valkyrie's words were extremely uncomfortable, and Polaris hadn't even really tackled her relationship with Judaism yet - she hadn't found out about her heritage and her father until she was an adult.

"Val, wait one sec," Polaris said, looking at Valkyrie. "I know you think you're real slick and you did nothing wrong, but a bit of advice? Don't lecture a Holocaust survivor about death and belief - especially not when invoking Norse beliefs. I won't tell you this again."

"I do not need you to fight my battles, Polaris," Magneto said sharply. He had turned his back on Valkyrie, literally and emotionally. He still held Andy as one of his adopted children; but not Valkyrie. "Before you leave, Valkyrie, I would have something returned," he said. "The token that I presented you."

Blackstone...

"Excellent!" Selene exclaimed with a grin, clapping her hands together. "I suppose I won't be eating you after all - not now, at least," she mused. She was starting to feel a bit peckish. But she supposed she could always consume him later. She didn't know if she would have much need for an apprentice once she ascended to godhood, but she could figure that out later. At the very least, he could start a few cults in her name once she became a goddess; that would be a good, productive use of his time and hers. "Now, I was in the middle of a fitting for the Hellfire Gala, so I'm going to return to that - Jumbo has promised me an original piece, one fitting for the Mother of All Mutants, the dark huntress, she who commands the forces of life and death - SELENE!"

Hellfire Bay...

Renegade frowned slightly, listening to what Moneta was saying. She was interested in the fact that her kids had supposedly helped out - and she wondered which ones Moneta meant. David wasn't technically her son - his real mother was Gabrielle Haller, Renegade had just more or less ended up caring for him like he was one of her own as he was Valentine and Casper's half-brother. She didn't know if she saw Jack helping to change the world back - he had too much of his father in him for his own good. "Try me, chère? I--" Renegade cut herself off, a coughing fit overtaking her.

Moneta would notice that Renegade was coughing up blood.



Raynor knew it was probably a bad idea to argue/quip in the middle of a fight, as he blocked blow after blow of the lightsaber strikes, scarlet clashing against brilliant blue. But he couldn't resist. "This can't be a double-one-oh - it's... it's like it's alive, Emzie!" Raynor shouted. He had been using the Perseverance Lightsaber Form, as it was ideal for deflecting blaster shots (i.e., the fire from the Destroyer Droids), but it was especially weak against a single opponent. Raynor was losing ground, being forced closer and closer to the Destroyer Droids. He switched his stance, switching his form into the Aggression Form - ideal for a single opponent, but horrible when it came to blaster fire.

The sound of lightsaber hitting lightsaber filled the air, a continuous symphony of CRACKS from energy colliding with energy. The two Destroyer Droids kept their focus on Emzie, sending near endless volleys of blaster-fire at the droid, until suddenly the fire stopped. It was a stroke of luck, but the droids guns seemed to have jammed, at least for the moment.
Raynor personally preferred ships that were more like glass cannons - ones that were fast and quick, able to undertake mind-bobbling turns, like the Jedi vectors of old. He always liked the idea of a ship that was made purely for a Jedi, one that required the Force to operate with any skill - and the drama of having to use a lightsaber as a key appealed to him. Unfortunately, the ships they needed to acquire had to work for the majority of their forces, the Clone Troopers - and Raynor was pretty sure the odds of a Force sensitive Clone existing were hardly any better than a benevolent Hutt performing a dance routine.

"Right, tough little thing - I know we'll be wanting something similar to the 170 starfighter, but do you have anything with a bit more speed? Even if it's a pain to fly it, a Jedi should be able to manage it." He then glanced at Shakka. She was being incredibly quiet. In the back of his mind, he was working out a way to free her. He hated slavery - just like every other Jedi. And at least here, it seemed he was being given a chance to do something about it. "Miss, are there any you'd recommend in here that I take a look at especially?"

"Good to meet you, Shakka," Raynor said. He found it a little weird that she had explained what her name meant in her language, which he assumed must have been Twi'leki. She struck him as the socially awkward and shy type, so he didn't give her the nickname that instantly popped into his mind for her, based on the sound of her name and its meaning - Shocky. It wasn't quite right, but there was definitely something there.

At any rate, they reached the hangar and Raynor turned his attention to the ships. He doubted there would be any specific evidence of Colbol Corp breaching the contract they had with the Republic here - any real investigating he was going to do would have to wait for that evening. But he needed to keep up appearances, so Raynor walked on up to one of the smaller ships. "She's beautiful. Can you tell me about her?" Raynor asked, motioning at the ship. "How fast?"
"I'm afraid the Council insists that I look through the specs as well," Raynor said sympathetically. This was, perhaps, one of the reasons why he had been selected for this mission - he was rather good at lying. It wasn't something most Jedi were known for, the ability to conceal the truth, but Raynor seemed to have a talent for it - as if he were the favorite of some long forgotten god of lies. "If it's not too imposing, I would appreciate a room for the night - as it is getting rather late and I would hate to rush through examining your beautiful ships."

This was more of a formality, the last thing he had said - the Jedi Council had told him that arrangements had already been made for him to dine with Mr. Colbol that evening, and that it would be expected for Raynor to spend the night due to both the late hour and simply the social rules that the upper elite of the galaxy operated by. "I'm afraid I didn't catch you name, miss?" Raynor then said, following Jarothe out of the room, but his gaze went to the Twi'lek. Slavery was illegal in the Republic - but some corporations did their best to find ways around it, coming up with new words that really meant the same thing - sentient beings being treated as property, as animals, being forced to do things against their will, and receiving no pay for any labor performed.


☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: N/A

Nancy snorted slightly - she found it very funny how Niah shrugged about the potential curse, and then suggested they pawn the potentially cursed items off to some unsuspecting mortals. She had a tendency in her mind to see Niah as this pure sweetheart of a person, but every now and then she was reminded of how human - and even somewhat apathetic - her friend could be. "Love that, the mortals could use a good curse, call it an early recession or whatever," Nancy quipped. She pouted slightly when Mads declared that the coins weren't cursed - but that some of the larger items might've been. "Aww, rats. That's too bad."

But hearing that it was all good, Nancy filled up on golden coins as well. They'd have plenty of money for a trip back to New Rome - hell, they could definitely afford airfare as long as they weren't ripped off. Nancy positively swooned at the idea of maybe even getting to go in First Class - the hot towels, the drinks, the little snacks, the leg room - it sounded absolutely divine. And calm. She'd never been on a plane before, having only really seen them in movies, but they seemed so peaceful and quiet. "I'll give you a nice tip," Nancy joked, holding up a gold coin to 'entice' Niah to carry them down - as if Niah wasn't also rich with gold at the moment.
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