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In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192
8:10 PM - Sun. December 12th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana
April was immediately reassured when the wizard arrived - and simultaneously horrified. In all of the chaos, she’d been holding onto Danni’s hand, and he had been eerily silent. And as she turned her head to look specifically at him, as she was supposed to follow him downstairs, April screamed. Danni was unconscious too. How long had he been slumped over for?! How had she not noticed immediately?! Had this just happened?! ”Danni!!!” she screeched. ”Danni’s not moving!!!” Her hands were shaking - whether from the medication or everything happening, it was hard to tell - as April tried to feel for a pulse. The grown-ups’ instructions to go downstairs had completely slipped from her mind, as the fear gripped her. He was alive, at least - she could tell that much. But something had happened to him, too, and she just wanted him to wake up already.

Percy was alarmed, of course, but not paralyzed in the same manner. He loved structure and rules - provided that they were ones that he agreed with and found value in. Allowing the Kingston-Grays to help here made sense. They were experienced with these things. He was not. And removing himself from the same room that James was currently in would only make Percy feel better. He hadn’t intended to do it, but as he went to take a step to leave the room, the air shimmered and Percy vanished, reappearing on the staircase landing. Even his body didn’t want to be anywhere near James evidently.

The ghostly energy surrounding Casper had dissipated too, but his nerves were still shot - and only doubly so by the news that his son was also unconscious. It was already bad enough for a child to be having trouble, but for that to be spreading to Danni? His precious baby boy? His little bundle of joy? The cutest little stinker to ever live? His protege in all things fashion? One of the loves of his life? One of the only people he would consider giving up waffles for? It was unthinkable. ”Max do something!!” Casper pleaded, immediately rushing over towards his son. ”C’mon baby boy, can you hear me? It’s your papa! Danniiiiiiiiii c’mon!”

Max noticed something strange. Something he was glad no one else would be able to witness. The psionic energy that tethered Sabine to Casper began to glow brighter, but unstable. It rippled and wavered before growing incredibly taut. The connection snapped, and at the same moment Casper went limp as blood trickled from his nose. Luckily James was already here, he could help to heal whatever damage was done by an improper disconnect from a psychic link. This, was exactly why Telepaths were so dangerous. Why his son carried a ceremonial sword that kept them from entering his mind. Schools carried way too many emotions within them, Max knew it better than most how that could affect one's powers. And an emotional telepath was a walking bomb. Without a second thought, Max grabbed hold of Sabine and they both vanished. A small black orb like a dying star left in their wake that quickly disappeared, leaving the spot freezing cold.

April screamed again, horrified as Max just… grabbed Sabine and they vanished? And another one of the adults dropped? And she still hadn’t seen Danni wake up? If Danni didn’t wake up this instance, she was going to cry. She was probably going to cry even if he did wake up. She knew that Dorian’s family didn’t like telepaths. What was he doing with Sabine?? Was he going to hurt her?? He wouldn’t hurt her, right?? ”Dorian,” April held back a sob. ”What the fuck is happening???”

James blinked as a new level of chaos erupted. Several people screaming, Max performing some sort of magical, and he just nodded to himself. Just another normal night at the Kingston-Grey house. He wasn't certain why he thought having Danni and Dorian's friends over would change that, but here they were: Casper passing out for a second time tonight, a screaming teenager, and Max whirling someone off into who knows where. It didn't take a genius to figure out why he'd snatched the person that made him the most uncomfortable in the building and James was absolutely raking someone over the coals about this, but the simmering rage was firmly tamped down and he focused on the people here and now. He hand carding through his husband's hair was enough to heal the nose bleed and soothe away the pain that must have been in his head. He carefully look Danni's hand where is lay after Max whisked Sabine away and sighed in relief as everything felt alright.

“Danni will be fine. He may be a little groggy but no injuries.” James reassured April, squeezing Danni's hand as he came to. “I'm just going to check in with him and then you can have him back in a bit, okay?”

Downstairs, the scene had shifted into something that Ben was unfortunately a bit more familiar with - a crisis. He’d spent his childhood as a professional superhero, his afterlife as the emotional support ghost to a drug addict, and then his adulthood working as a social worker here in New Orleans. Leah’s behavior had already been ticking off some alarm bells, although he’d hoped she was just shy. His family was loud. It could be too much for some people. But other things she said, including some things left unspoken, that broke his heart a bit. It was clear to him that her life was difficult and challenging, and from what he could guess, the two of them may have had certain elements in common in their backgrounds.

”Everything is going to be okay,” Ben said calmly, after his husband had rushed upstairs. He didn’t know what the situation was, but there were very few things that they couldn’t fix in this household. And he didn’t want to add to Leah’s distress. ”Let’s keep making milkshakes - can you work on the one for Andy?” he prompted. He figured giving her a task might help - giving her something to do, so she wasn’t focused on what was happening upstairs, or worrying too much about what she had to do down here.

”My family can be loud sometimes. If you want to, we can talk - but we don’t have to,” he then offered.

A second later, the air at the staircase landing shimmered, and one of Ben’s charges appeared - his son’s boyfriend. They still needed to have a talk with Percy and Dorian. The school had notified them about the entanglement. That… was not something Ben was thrilled about. But he was glad to see that Percy seemed alright. ”Percy, why don’t you help Leah and I out with the milkshakes while things calm down upstairs? You can make Dorian’s, if you’d like,” he offered, his tone somewhat firmer than it had been with Leah.

Percy blinked. Was now really the time to be making milkshakes? ”Sabine’s powers triggered, I don’t think now is the time to–”

Ben cut him off with a stern look.

”Fine,” Percy huffed.

”Good.”

In his head, Ben swore.

That was the telepathic kid, wasn’t it?

Fuck.

In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192
8:00 PM - Sun. December 12th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana
Casper stared at his husband for a bit, before nodding quickly. It didn’t stop the sense of fear and panic that was pervading his body. ”Okay, cool, cool, cool. It’s not me. It’s not happening. I love this. This is so so fun and oh fuck oh fuck JAMES A KID JUST FAINTED WHAT THE FUCK!!!” he screeched, all the color draining from his face. He wasn’t always the most serious of people, but when it came to kids, he tried his best. Especially ones that they had agreed to be legally responsible for for a few nights. He stood up quickly, banging his knee against the table but he didn’t care. ”Is she allergic to ghosts???” His heart was pounding, and the blue light started to curl around his hands again, his eyes beginning to change color, and the faint outline of four spectres began to materialize.

James was halfway around the table as Casper shot to his feet. He'd planned to do exactly what the little van Dyne did but watching her freeze had him reassessing. “Babes, there weren't any ghosts so-” James turned, pausing as he reassured his husband. Well, there weren't any ghosts originally but Casper's panic was clearly inviting some to play, and the unwelcome ones usually came with… ill intent. James briefly tapped the medallion tucked under his shirt and turned to the kids. “Anyone with relevant information about Ms. Bassard's condition, please stay behind. Everyone else needs to follow Danni and Dorian back to the living room.”

James focused back on his husband, offering a smile and cupping Casper's cheek. “Hey, babes. She didn't have any issues with ghosts ‘cause there weren't any. You didn't do anything wrong. You're safe, she's going to be fine. Take a deep breath and focus on me, okay?”

Casper did his best to breathe, but his breaths were short and rapid. It was probably for the best that he wasn’t aware of the presence of three teenagers (including his son) trapped inside his head. But it did mean that this situation would only continue to worsen. ”I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying,” he stammered.

Casper wasn’t the only one who had screamed as Sabine dropped - April did, too. Were things between them bad at the moment? Yes. But April didn’t hate her. Not really. She was upset and hurt, and neither of those feelings negated the fact that it was terrifying to watch someone she knew slump over into a dead faint without any warning. She was too stunned to move for a moment, her face stricken with fear, before she shoved her chair back with a scrape, intending to go check for a pulse - only for Vicky to beat her to it. She did hate Vicky, yet at this moment, she didn’t care about that - not if the psychopathic robot could make sure that Sabine was okay.

Even more reassuring than Vicky, however, was the fact that Dorian’s and Danni’s dad, James, was on it. He could heal anything. If there was something wrong with Sabine, he could fix it. Only… Only he didn’t touch Sabine. He didn’t seem to start healing her at all. The panic only increased. Was this something he couldn’t heal? Why wasn’t he healing her? ”Is she going to be okay, Mr. Kingston? Can you help her? Please please please help her, I know she can be kinda mean sometimes but she doesn’t mean it - she doesn’t know she’s being bitchy - or maybe she does but she still deserves to be healed,” April begged. She didn’t want to leave the room until she knew that Sabine was going to be okay - even with all of the chaos happening.

She was so worried about Sabine that she didn’t even notice the two others who had stopped moving - Danni and Vicky. She was still holding Danni’s hand, now gripping tightly out of sheer panic at everything that was happening. April hadn’t even begun to emotionally process what Vicky had suggested - that Ser Nemo was actually alive. Instead, she was terrified that her ex-girlfriend was about to die, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Percy, of course, knew that this wasn’t simply just a fainting spell. He had been training on the same team as Sabine for most of the semester, and had consented to her using her powers on him a few times in training. He knew her tells. He knew that when her eyes went ghastly white it meant that she had used her power. On who? It was hard to say. It was hard to focus, with the adrenaline spiking and the screams all around - as well as what looked to be actual ghosts, pushing their way through from the other side.

”Mr. Kingston, she was using her psionic ability before she went down,” Percy informed James, trying to keep his voice steady - but even he couldn’t hide the way it shook slightly. Sabine was a friend. He’d never seen this happen to her before when she used her powers. He was no expert in telepathy, but dread pooled in his stomach - especially as Dorian had mentioned his family’s concerns about psychics… A tiny part of him was glad, though - glad that someone else would have James’ eye, that perhaps Dorian’s father would fixate on a different child, and forget about everything from earlier that day, forget about the alcohol he had doubtlessly detected in Percy’s system.

"Wh-wh-what?" Casper squeaked. "On who?!"
Ben paused for a moment, noticing the way Leah froze up a bit - and then he almost kicked himself, realizing it was because of him. He was so used to just letting his hair loose, so to speak, in his own home, he’d forgotten how shocking the tentacles could be to those who had never seen them before. And he was far from the only visible mutant living in the sanctuary they’d created here in the French Quarter. ”It’s not contagious,” he deadpanned, the tentacle reemerging to give Leah a small wave. She was just a kid. He didn’t take offense to her being startled. If she had questions, he’d answer them - but otherwise, he was just going to leave it at that.

His husband set Leah to work, tasking her with a bunch of different portions of preparation, as Ben’s tentacles set to work gathering the other supplies they’d need - pulling out the blender, the glasses, the toppings, and of course, reusable red and white striped straws. However, as Max pointed out that Leah hadn’t offered up her own favorite flavor, a slight smirk found its way onto his face. He leaned in conspiratorily towards Leah, careful to keep a respectful distance, and dropping his voice to a whisper. ”If you say your favorite flavor is vanilla, I’ll give you $100 cash.” He kept money on him for trips that saw him leave the French Quarter - and for giving out bribes when needed.
In Morose's Characters → 12 mos ago Forum: Character Sheets
April Kingston-Gray
April Kingston-Gray

"I thought I knew who I was supposed to be."
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In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 12 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192
7:50 PM - Sun. December 12th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana
"Aww, thaaaanks baaaaabe," Casper cooed, before pressing a quick kiss to his husband's cheek. James was always there to catch him, always ready to put him back together. He loved that feeling of connection, of warmth, as his husband instructed his body on how to put itself back together. If he could permanently tie his being to him, he would. Even now, he felt like the luckiest man in the world whenever James walked into a room. "Wait there's gonna be milkshakes?!" Casper gasped, flailing his limbs outward and nearly sliding out of his seat. "I want a milkshake Ben!!! C'mon!!!"

Percy was momentarily distracted from his unease with James by his astonishment with Casper. It became abundantly clear to him which parent Danni took after. He was loud, careless, and vibrant - not even phased at all by his fall, as if the concept of pain or injury was foreign to him. And maybe it was - maybe it was to all of the Kingston-Grays, as James could take it away before the memory could even form. When was the last time Dorian had been sick? Was his immune system more robust because of James' powers - or was it actually weaker, unable to develop the defenses it needed if there was always someone else on hand to fight off the disease?

"That's so cool!" April's eyes were wide, completely in awe. A fall like that could have been nasty - definitely could have needed stitches - but it wasn't a huge deal here. Dorian's and Danni's family was completely magical. The way that they used their powers to ensure that everyone's needs were met... It was inspiring. It was nothing like the home that April came from - nothing like her family of origin. She'd thought a lot about what she could do to help the ocean with her powers, once she was strong enough. But she'd never thought much about what else she could use it for. And looking at the family, and everything they could... She found herself wondering if there was something more.

Her phone buzzed. She pulled it from her pocket, and glanced at the screen, instinctively tensing. There was a text from her mother. She ignored it. Or at least, she tried to. But there were other texts beneath it - ones from hours ago - and she gasped, reading them in reverse order. Her heart was beating thunderously fast now. She re-read the texts over and over again, guilt filling her up and practically suffocating her. How had she missed these? Leah... Leah thought her dad had been here, thought he'd been trying to kill everyone, and April was just seeing these now. Hours later. Leah must have hated her. And Sabine... April swallowed again, reading the texts one last time. Sabine hadn't said a word. She was never going to talk to April again, certainly not after this.



The happy bubble had fully burst. With trembling hands, April texted back a reply - even though Leah was in the same room as her. She didn't know what else to do.



Oblivious to the text-related drama unfolding in front of him, Ben instead focused on the absolutely horrifying song that came out of his son's mouth - and the various pleas for milkshakes. He'd already intended that they'd be ready for the kids after the seance, so he didn't have any issue with Max's ruling. However... "Dorian, just for that, no milkshake for you - as punishment for making your poor appa's ears bleed," Ben said, shaking his head. He wasn't serious.

Led by Casper, those who were interested in participating in the seance were led out of the kitchen and through the house to the descriptively-named seance room. The predominate feature was a large circular table, covered with a white cloth and a crystal ball in the dead center. Candles illuminated as they entered the space, some of them suspended from the ceiling in a grand candelabra, others strategically placed around the room. Most of the furniture was covered in white sheets, and the storm visible through the window did not match the weather of the French Quarter - it must have been enchanted.

"Okay, kids, here's how it's going to work - everyone is going to take a seat, you can join hands or not join hands, it doesn't actually suuuuper matter... Like I'm gonna level with you, since Maxie Max isn't here and can't complain, this is 99% for him. He loves this shit. Boy is a theater kid and we love him for it. I could summon a ghost at a lemonade stand and it would work just as well. But the atmosphere is important for the vibes aaaand for whatever reason, people looove a spooky vibe," Casper chattered, as he took a seat at the table - and hooked his leg around the chair next to him, ensuring his husband would sit there. He wouldn't do this without James.

"So what's the name of this guy we're bringing back? Oh and quick ghost etiquette - they're usually cranky and mean, just like Ben. If you do anything to piss the ghost off, seance is over. I'm also not going to just summon the ghost of every person you can think of, so if you want to talk to your grandma... sucks to suck, I guess?" he shrugged a bit. "So yeah, what's his name again - Ser Goldfish?"

"Ser Nemo," Percy answered, as a chill went down his spine. The meaning of the name suddenly clicked for him. It was the same alias that Odysseus had used. He took his seat at the table, sitting as far from James as he could. He didn't like that. The thought made him feel strange - like his skin was buzzing and alive. At least after this, he'd never have to see the old man again.

April took a seat next to Danni, hoping Dorian would sit on either side of them. Her face was a bit pale in the candlelight, as she leaned forward with anticipation. She'd never seen a ghost before. And if her parents knew she was currently at the Kingston-Gray house during a seance, they'd probably disown her. But she didn't care. Fuck them. She wanted to talk to Nemo - she wanted to make sure that he was okay, that he was happy, that he was safe - she wanted to both tell him thank you and sorry - and a small part of her wanted to tell him to go to hell for having made that call, for not leaving her alone that night. "Will we be able to see him? Or... or is he going to go inside you, like Dori does?"

Casper snorted. "I don't think my husband would love it if he did that," he teased gently, grinning at James. His eyes then glowed a soft shade of blue, the same strange energy emanating from his fingertips. A breeze kicked up in the room, threatening to blow out the candles. "He's a little possessive. But gotcha! One old man with a goldfish name coming up in three... two... one?"

The color faded away.

The energy dissipated.

The seance room was still, quiet, void of ghostly visitors.

Sheer panic colored Casper's face. "Uh uh babes? Um I'm not - you know - I promise - when would I have? Unless - in my sleep? Do I sleep walk? Babes?"

Percy tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. What was Danni's father talking about?

"Is... is something supposed to be happening?"

Meanwhile, Leah had elected to remain behind during the seance, staying downstairs with Max and Ben Gray. In addition to the texts from April, she would receive the following messages:







"Leah? Would you help me with the milkshakes?" Ben asked, stepping from the dining room and into the kitchen, a tentacle shooting out from his stomach to wrap around the freezer door, and pull it open. "Do you know what flavors everyone likes? We've got birthday cake, vanilla, mint chip, chocolate, strawberry, pistachio... If none of those are right, Max, babe, would you mind? We need to get the pie slice for James anyways," he then peered into a cabinet near the fridge, "I think we have plenty of toppings for Casper."
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Chase Bernard
Chase Bernard

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In Château de La Lune → 12 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Miguel de la Cruz

ǝʇɹǝnW ɐl ǝp lǝnƃᴉW
Location: Château de La Lune: Dining Room -> Basement
Skills: N/A
As the cheese course was being served, Miguel was somewhat harshly reminded of why he was there - and why he wasn’t. He was not there to win the award. He was a ghost hunter on YouTube without a partner, haunted by his past. His life was a nightmare, one that he chose each day when he awoke - one that he could never not choose, a gilded cage of his own making. All he could do was stay the course, to continue to chase after that next viral video, that next emotional thrill. He wasn’t here to compete in the award ceremony - he was here to get evidence.

Evidence of ghosts, evidence of conspiracies, evidence of something.

And with everyone here at dinner, the obstacle he’d faced earlier was removed.

No one would be in front of the basement staircase door.

Fucking bet.

He took a bite into a piece of cheese, grimacing a bit at the texture. He only liked cheese that had been melted. Everything else was too hard, too cold. And then, forcing himself to swallow, Miguel then looked around the table for a moment before clutching at his stomach. ”Oh, I am so sorry - I just remembered I’m lactose intolerant. Don’t wait up for me - and, uh, maybe don’t have housekeeping come on in the morning, unless they have battlefield grade cleaning supplies,” he groaned. ”RIP to my roomie. Hope you aren’t sensitive to smells.”

And then, without another word, Miguel fled the room - purposefully walking with his ass cheeks clenched together, as if the slightest loss of control would result in a poopy explosion.

Maybe it would.

Once he felt he was far enough away from the dining room, Miguel switched from the potty dance prance to a light jog, and then finally a full on sprint, stopping by his room first to grab supplies, before retracing his steps from earlier. He figured people would be too terrified to go after him, and if they weren’t horrified, they’d be giggling. No matter how fancy someone was, poop humor worked. He’d released a video once with Alexei where they just ranked different bathrooms at Disneyland, and it had done well enough to pay the rent on their apartment for the month - mostly because of Alexei’s extreme descriptions of the various eldritch noises Miguel’s stomach made sometimes after a Mickey Bar.

He didn’t feel bad about potentially traumatizing the roommate (well, bathroom-mate) either - whoever they were. Had he met them yet? Probably? Maybe? Who fucking knew?

Miguel shut the door to the basement stairs behind him, and turned on his head cam, spirit box ready at his side. ”“Alright, chat, let’s fucking go.”



Usually, Miguel just said shit when he was filming. The long explanations, the storytelling, the lore - all of that would be recorded and added in later. But those weren’t the moments that would get him clicks and views. Sure, people initially came to his channel for the spooky stuff, but they stayed for him. The more out of pocket shit he said, the more viewers he would retain. By virtue of his profession, Miguel had almost completely eliminated his verbal filter - maintaining it only for a few key secrets.

Otherwise, impulsive word vomit paid the rent.

And of course, he’d almost forgotten - one of these bitches (Eleanor, probably) was fucking blackmailing him. They knew about Bruno.

He didn’t fucking talk about Bruno.

So far, there wasn’t much to look at - it was all standard rich people shit. There was a wine cellar, filled with bottles that were probably older than Miguel and worth more than his tiny ass apartment back in California. ”Do you think if you put all of this wine on train tracks, and then just one random baby on the other track, that’d be a good trolley problem for these people? Like, how long do you think fucking Larry would hesitate? Or Ellie?” he pondered. ”Like, I think they’d at least think about it for a moment.”

He opened up doors to find more storage rooms, filled with food - none of which looked even remotely like the food Miguel stocked his own pantry with. There wasn’t a can of cheese whiz or a baggie of ramen in sight. The dumbwaiter was a little more exciting - Miguel had always wanted to crawl inside of one as a kid. But there was definitely no way he’d fit now - as much as he was tempted to give it a try, he was far too big for it.

But having taken a look around and not seeing anything immediately murderous or incriminating, no bulletin boards with pictures of Miguel and Bruno connected with red string, he turned to the next tool of his trade: the spirit box. It was about the size of his phone, designed to quickly scan through radio frequencies, producing a staticky output that spirits could manipulate to communicate.

”Alright, ghosts, ghouls, and guests - my name is Miguel, and I’m here reaching out to whoever is here,” he lied.

”Wine.”

”Yeah, buddy, there sure is a lot of wine here,” Miguel agreed. He reached out and picked up a bottle at random. ”Do you want some? I can probably use my keys to uncork it - or if there’s some matches around here, we can do that trick. Unless you’d prefer the shoe option. Or have an actual bottle opener, that would work too - not as fun, but it’d work.”

”Leave.”

”You want me to leave? Who am I talking to? Is it… Fuck, what’s the old man’s name again. Is it grandpa?” Miguel asked, setting the bottle back. ”If it is, your kids suck, man.”

”Tricked.”

”Who tricked you? Did your kids trick you? Did they do something to you for the money?” It wouldn’t have shocked him. He’d seen dozens of movies with that very plot. He’d be more surprised to learn that the La Lunes loved the grandfather than he would be to learn that they secretly hated him and coveted his wealth. ”You can tell me, it’ll be our secret.”

”Loss.”

He sighed slightly. The one word responses were tough sometimes, even if they made up the majority of results he got from the spirit box. The gold standard spirit box evidence was compelling sentences, logical responses - a single word answer? It could just be environmental, just the random result of scanning so many frequencies at a time.

The spirit box was silent, again - well, not silent, but no intelligible phrases or words were coming out. So he continued to pace, walking around the decidedly not-spooky and not-scary basement. The most horrifying thing about this place was the wind, as his body shuddered from the chill. Instinctively, he looked to his right to see Alexei’s reaction, to see the skeptic rolling their eyes. ”Is that you, grandpa?” Miguel said instead, even as he’d never felt more alone.

”Punish.”

He grimaced. Miguel already felt pretty punished.

”Kinky.”

And then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw it - a well hidden door, one that he’d almost missed. He pumped his fist. It was about fucking time. The basement had been boring so far - and whatever was through that door, it had to be more interesting than this.



The door led to one of Miguel’s least favorite places to investigate - a church.

He’d actively avoided them ever since the accident.

It was raining outside, and he could smell the ozone in the air, coupled with a strong musty scent - through the old windows, he could see the far away strikes of lightning. He shuddered in fear, feeling the oppressive weight of judgment upon him. If God were real, then he knew what Miguel had done - he knew what had happened that day. He knew the choice that Miguel had made, the choice that he continued to make.

The spirit box spoke before he did.

”Father.”

Miguel swallowed, and he nodded.

”Yeah, I don’t think he’s too happy with me,” he whispered. ”But can you blame him?”

He slowly moved from the threshold. The church was dry, at least, constructed of stone. He didn’t see anyone else there, didn’t see anything obvious, nothing to investigate besides the horrific feeling pushing down on his chest. ”This place, it makes me feel… Odd. Like I’m being crushed,” he noted. ”I mean, it is church, and it’s been a hot second but… I don’t like this, chat.”

”Obligation.”

”What - what do you have to do? Is there something you want to tell me? Something you need someone to know about what happened to you?”

His eyes fell on the lightning strikes outside - on the clashes.

”Mourning,” was the answer.

And Miguel felt sick to his stomach.

”... Do you know, too?” he asked.

He’d have to edit this part out.
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 12 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192
7:40 PM - Sun. December 12th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana
Previously on Avengers Academy: Contest of Champions...

The students arrived in New Orleans the day before the contest would officially begin, ready for their examinations to ensure they were cleared to compete. While this should have been a routine, if not boring note to begin upon, it proved to be anything but. Leah had an encounter with her estranged father at the hotel. Vicky's magical allergy proved to be a liability in the home of Almost-Sorcerer Supreme, Maximilian Gray and led to her trusting the right (wrong?) person at Strange Academy. Percy's hangover was healed by Dorian's father, exposing his routine abuse of alcohol to an authority figure. April's moods changed faster than the weather, oscillating between extreme sorrow and unhinged joy. Danni really wanted to talk to Agatha and Sabine really wanted to be a supportive girlfriend to Leah. Andy reunited with her terrorist adoptive father and finally got rid of the creepy doll possessed by the spirit of her biological mother. Zari dumped Andy and then peaced out on the way back to her home planet. Mads was grounded in Limbo. Diana was found out to have been abusing performance enhancing drugs. Mary Sue couldn't take it anymore and quit. Zelda faded into the background. Percy was disqualified for being entangled on a quantum level with Dorian. Gideon somehow managed to fail a class despite Coulson giving them all straight A's after the events with Arcade. Celebrities took pictures in the hotel and nearly killed Billy Maximoff with pure gay joy. Ser Nemo died and Lady Nimue stopped showing up to work. So many students were disqualified that Percy was let back onto the team, as the teams consolidated down into one. Leah and Sabine met with the actual Sorcerer Supreme.

Ser Nemo died.

We'll pick back up with that one.
The Kingston-Gray Residence

April's buoyant mood continued to carry her throughout the rest of the evening - even with all of the drama that had happened. She probably should have been really upset about at least one of the disqualifications, definitely Mads being taken away by her demon dad, but the negative energy didn't seem to be able to touch her. It slid off of her, repelled like oil. If anything, her enthusiasm was probably spurred by the fact that she'd successfully avoided an encounter with her family - they'd collected Zelda and left. She didn't have anything to say to them - nothing that they were ready to hear, at least.

So instead, she had practically bounced her way through dinner, chattering off the ears of anyone who would listen to her. She talked about the different outfits the teams they'd be facing wore, about the gossip sites that claimed that Wiccan and Hulkling were on the outs, that the Strange Academy team had made a pact with the devil to get extra powers, that the Future Foundation team had unstable molecules grafted into their skin - and less relevant things as well, such as what shade of blonde she really was, about the other kids she'd met at CAGE, or how she was expecting to have another growth spurt soon as her body just didn't feel quite right, like it hadn't been made for her.

Her grief over Ser Nemo felt as far away as a cloud.

Meanwhile, Percy was not nearly as at ease as April. He was hyper aware of everything that Dorian's father, James did. He always had eyes on him, waiting for James to tell Dorian what he had done. Of course, that assumed that Dorian didn't already know - that he couldn't feel it through the strange bond that had developed between him. The thought sent a shiver down Percy's spine. If Dorian's parents didn't hate him for his drinking, they would surely hate him for that - that he had tied someone so fundamentally good to someone so fundamentally... not.

If it hadn't been for two factors, he would not be attending the seance at the Kingston-Gray estate at all: namely, a) maintaining proximity to his boyfriend and b) pure curiosity in the summoning of the undead. No, instead he would have made his excuses and gone to bed early, locking the door so that way no one could come to speak to him. He would have called his mothers, but he knew that Maria was busy handling Diana's drug habit... An unfortunate trait he learned that he may in fact share with his sister, although his was under control. He used the alcohol as a tool. Nothing less, nothing more.

Percy was quiet, then, as dinner concluded and Dorian's most unhinged parent, Casper, clapped his hands together and stood on a chair, one foot on the seat and the other at the top, the furniture swaying and creaking beneath his weight.

"Okay okay okay!!! It's showtime!!!" Casper clapped his hands together before pulling them apart, shaking them back and forth slightly. "We're going to pop on up to the seance room, get your teacher on the phone, ask him how ghost hawaii is this time of year - that is the technical term, don't @ me, aaand then you kids can do whatever else it is you want to do at sleepovers! Spin the bottle, right? Is that still cool? I was amazing at spin the bottle when I was your age, I was undefeated at it - and yes, you can win at it. You just need to get good."

He shifted his weight forwards and backwards repeatedly, the chair rocking more and more with each word. "Iiiiif you don't want to see a ghost, which I can't blame you, I did a LOT of drugs to avoid seeing them because - well, no offense to any ghosts here, but some of them are so fucking ugly it's horrifying. You'd think ghosts would be sexy and everything, but no. At best, they're grumpy and boring and lame like that one!" he paused, pointing a finger at Dorian's other father, Ben.

"Casper, you can't... No talking about drugs to kids. Please. At the bare minimum," Ben muttered. He stopped pinching the bridge of his nose, before glancing at his other two partners for a moment. He had absolutely no interest in participating in the seance. He'd spent too much time on the other side of things. He didn't want to remember what that felt like. "Max, James, dears - I can hang out with the kids who don't want to participate down here," Ben offered. He then thought for a moment. "I'll make milkshakes." Kids always liked milkshakes. And it would be good, having a task to focus on.

"Lame, you're no fun!!" Casper pouted. "Jaaames, you're coming right? Right?" An unspoken - I need you to come. Followed by the sound of a crash - as the chair finally gave way beneath Casper, as he lost his balance and collapsed onto the ground, hitting his jaw on the table as he fell.

April shrieked, her eyes widening. "Mr. Kingston!!! Is he okay???"

"He's fine, he does this all the time. You'd think he'd learn..."
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192
The Flashback Episode

From now until ~June 22nd, we are going to be doing flashback collabs/posts - freshman year!

Everyone in the cast (except Percy) is currently a junior. For the next ~6 weeks or so, your job is to post at least one (more is encouraged!!) posts that describe your character as a freshman, brand new to AA! this can be light hearted and fun - this can be dramatic and edgy. Please note in the collab when it takes place (i.e., the first day of school, homecoming dance, etc etc) and be mindful of who your character knew and was at this time.

For characters like Andy and Percy who weren't at AA as freshmen, please instead do posts from their last status quo - i.e. for Andy, posts from her time on Genosha or even with the Drummonds. For Percy, this could be posts about him in middle school.

One post is required, but tbh please do as many as you'd like! Rolls aren't needed, just please check in with the co-GMs to make sure what you are doing isn't world breaking. I'll try to be available to check on that as well (sorry Leah you can't punch Coulson into the sun), but I will make no promises as to my availability.

Once I am back and not drowning in stress, we will then resume RP from where we currently are.

If you have questions/concerns, please let us know.
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