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In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Morose@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192
Morning - Thr. December 16th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana
Excelsior was putting up a fight - a fiercer one than the Young Avengers had expected. They’d interacted with their peers somewhat around school, but most of their time was spent thinking about things going on beyond the halls of the Margaret Carter Institute, rather than fixating on drama and social standing. In many ways, they knew as much about Excelsior as any other team competing here - that they were all new to the Contest of Champions, formed from the remnants of three teams after a record breaking number of withdrawals and qualifications, without even a coach to represent them. Vision hadn’t given them any information for an edge or an advantage, not that they’d asked.

Speaking of asking - Patriot blushed, realizing the miscommunication. “Uh, sure - we can be friends - that’s cool with me,” he told Danni, somewhat awkwardly. “I’ll grab your number after this?” He didn’t want to be rude and reject the underclassmen, but men weren’t really his area of interest. Neither were women, really. The unease with the social interaction mirrored the difficulty Leah’s mud was posing to him - he was stuck up to his thighs, and every attempt to shift his weight seemed to only make things worse, practically suction-cupped to the ground.

So he sighed. It was fine. He could call out the shots and support his team from the mud pit. “Billy - you look even sexier wounded. You’ve got this!” he shouted, before eyeing the problem - the water bender who was keeping their mage at bay, at least for the moment. “Hawkeye, Speed, Hulkling, America - let’s focus down the mermaid!”

“Give us a sec!” America acknowledged. She and Hulkling were still trapped inside the flaming cage, and Leah’s earthquakes while riveting and fun made it even more difficult to manage. She punched down at the ground, a star shaped crack in reality forming - allowing her and her fellow tank to fall on through. They passed through a dimension where everyone had long rabbit-like ears and a small cotton ball of a tail, before she punched down again, another hole in the multiverse opening up and sending them back to the arena - where she and Hulkling emerged way up high near the rafters.

Fortunately, both of them could fly. Stumbling due to Leah’s attacks had slowed them down, with both of them functionally trading in attacks for movement, a deal Teddy readily made as he flew down from the rafters, green wings spread out behind him like an angel sent from on high. He crashed into the force field Sabine had constructed, cracks appearing in it where his elbow struck, but it held. He then leaned back, and brought his fists down again, this time shattering the protection - and leaving April and Sabine exposed.

This created the opening that Tommy needed. The speedster rushed in, his fists a blur as he pounded away on April, attempting to force her to lose her concentration on the watery prison. He struck again, and again, and again - leaving her bruised and hurting, but she would manage to hold on by sheer force of will, keeping Wiccan suspended.

But April was not the only one fighting for control through sheer determination. Cassie had been possessed by Dorian for most of this fight - at first attempting to get help from Billy, but then finding herself alone and outmatched. She was not without defenses, however. It had taken her a while to muster them, a while to recall the Red Triangle protocol Billy had taught her, but she managed to wrestle back control, her body stumbling as the ghostling was forcibly ejected.

“It’s me, Cassie!” she shouted out, quick to reassure her teammates. And she acted quickly to make up for time lost. Growing to gigantic size, she leaned down and pulled Patriot out of the mud, safely depositing him on less treacherous terrain. Yet as she went to go and swat at Andy, intending to knock her clear to the other side of the arena, a sudden dizzy spell hit her - probably from a combination of Dorian’s possession and the rapid alteration in her own size, as Cassie stumbled…

BAM.

And crashed, falling to the ground like an AT-AT.

Somehow less graceful was Kate Bishop - no longer invisible due to Wiccan’s lost concentration, attempting to hold her own in a brawl against Andy. Perhaps it was the tiring nature of the match, or the sheer number of seismic events, but each of her blows either missed or were so weak as to leave no damage - each punch, each kick, a failure that Andy would be able to deal with readily.

Her poor luck had been shared by Wiccan. Between Danni, Dorian, and April, the mage was hurting - not quite beaten or bloodied, as he felt the swell of arcane energy within him threatening to break loose. He didn’t want to do this, not here, not now. It was dangerous - more dangerous to the innocent people in the stands than to the other team. He had to keep himself at bay - had to resist the urge to show Excelsior the true power of the demiurge. So instead, with his tongue irritatingly burned, he threw a powerful hex bolt against the sphere - “Breakbreakbreak!” he cast, as it shattered, the waves breaking.

And then, seeing as to how Cassie had helpfully liberated herself from her tormentor, he locked his eyes on the cute little twink of the Excelsior team - “Bolts of Balthakk!” Not chaos magic, but pure sorcery assaulted Dorian, as electrical charges collided with him, leaving his body aching and twitching from the powerful attack. “Shield of the Seraphim!” he finished, a golden shield appearing around him, as Wiccan braced himself for the next attack.

“It’s important to cite your sources,” he added, somewhat dorkily.
In Camp Lava Lake → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Location: Camp Lava Lake Trail Head
Skills: Wicca

Nancy rocked back slightly on her feet, taking in the scenery. She wasn’t particularly looking forward to teaching children - and she was skeptical that this camp wouldn’t have some sort of agenda behind it, given its government ties. Neither was she thrilled about the idea of being in the woods with her brother and Demi, given the way they could barely keep their hands off each other when she was in the car with them. But she did like forests - loved them, really. The energy here was different from the city - more grounded, more intentioned. She had the sudden urge to take off her shoes and curl her toes into the dirt, to abandon the trail and chart a new one, to see how many constellations she could name in the stars at night.

The allure of nature was shattered, however, as the most ostentatious car she’d ever seen pulled up, Queen blasting. Her eyes widened and she whistled appreciatively. It was ridiculous, but beautiful at the same time - not as beaten down as the jeep, and maybe not as loved, but still stunning. The boy driving it, she could’ve done without. She’d already clocked the fact that there was only one other girl here. Hopefully her resting facial expression of general annoyance and judgment kept the boys from thinking she was too approachable. And hopefully they were all as bent as Demi was.

”Bitchin’ ride,” she offered, however, before returning her attention to the people she knew - to Demi and Zeke. As Demi asked what happened when it got dark, she chuckled slightly. It was a new moon, too - a time for setting intentions, for new beginnings - and more practically for them, a time without any light. ”That’s when the cultists come out to bleed you dry. They’ll blame it on wild animals to keep the locals from getting spooked.”

She paused for a moment, before eyeing Dobbs.

“We don’t need to worry about cannibals, at least.”
In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: the Haven
Grimoire: N/A
Skills: N/A
Wild Magic Build Up: triggers on a 1
He still wasn't quite sure what the other boy wanted with him, but there was something even stranger now that demanded his attention. His face felt funny. It wasn't the sort of funny that he'd experienced before - where things seemed to become incredibly hot for no reason at all. And it wasn't pain, either, not at first. It was like something had crawled underneath his skin and was pushing, attempting to get out. Jake touched his own cheek, mesmerized. And then, he felt it - something moved! He opened up his mouth, ready to grab it and pull out the trapped creature, only to gasp in pain - "ow!" he complained, as he tugged too hard on his own tongue.

"Oh. That's me. Oh! Oh! I can talk! Hi! I don't know your name! Or what you're saying! But you're very pretty!"

The tightness in his face only increased, though. And there was a sudden tingle in his nose, up towards the back - a light tingle, almost cold if he had to characterize it, the sort of cold that made his eyes leak. "Do you know why my-"

BAM.

Something slammed into him.

He'd seen the large shape appear out of the corner of his eye, giving him just enough time to shield the pretty boy with his own body. Jake fell to the ground, knocked mercilessly by a creature unlike anything he'd seen before - not that he had seen much of anything before. He didn't know what a dragon was to know that was what it had been - nor did he know that the dragon had been one of his classmates. And the pressure, it was starting to hurt, he felt like his head was going to explode as he instinctively reached up to grab his face.

He hadn't gotten to grab water from Alfonso yet. He hoped he wouldn't be mad at him.
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
April

The fight was absolutely beyond chaotic, insults and blows being traded in equal measure. No one had come for the bubble that encased Sabine and April so far, allowing her to focus her attention more offensively. She surveyed the battlefield, noting how America and Hulkling were taken care of in a flaming cage, Cassie was possessed by Dorian, Kate Bishop was nowhere to be seen, Patriot was calling out attack strategies, and Speed was rushing about… before her gaze fell on Wiccan. Sabine’d broken his protective enchantments, allowing Danni to send a small sun down on the wizard and Dorian, growing to huge size, to clap his hands around him, smushing him almost like a bug.

But the wizard wasn’t down yet. And April didn’t want them to lose their advantage.

Besides, it seemed like Leah had a use in mind for the mud - burying Patriot in some of it was a nice touch - so she focused on pulling more water out into play. This water she directed forward, shaping as a sphere to encase Wiccan. He managed to brush it off at first, likely some muttered spell, but it was just deflected. She doubled down on her concentration, digging deep, and slowly but surely, she had him. A perfect sphere of water surrounding him, preventing him from leaving, from moving - and maybe from breathing, April wasn’t 100% sure.

”It’s time for a spin cycle!” April called out, about to send her cousin whirling - but she couldn’t quite manage it, keeping him restrained was still requiring most of her concentration, she could feel its arcane energies pushing up against her, fighting her - his own concentration on keeping Kate Bishop invisible slipped, the weaponless archer reappearing in front of Andy, ”in, erm, a minute or two, I mean. It will be time for a spin cycle.”
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Morose@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192
Morning - Thr. December 16th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana
April grinned, as Sabine formed a force field around the two of them. She had spent so much of the last battle blocking attacks, she’d barely gotten to go on the offensive. But now, with the two of them protected, she found herself free to do so much more. And with Dorian’s direction, she was more than happy to oblige. ”On it!” she confirmed, before casting her senses outwards. The barrels of water provided for her to use weren’t far, and thankfully no one had done anything yet to take that resource off the board. She pulled a thin stream of water out, layering and mixing with the ankle-high sand; and when she was unsatisfied with the thickness, she added more, supplementing it.

Speed wouldn’t be the only one having trouble with slipping and sliding. Anyone who went in the path of the suspended mud would find themselves encountering difficult terrain. ”Leah, be careful where you push this!” She didn’t want to see one of their team falling prone.

Meanwhile, Percy had not received any specific instruction. And as the team’s melee teleporter, he spotted an opportunity the moment that Danni destroyed Kate Bishop’s bow, the resin that held the carbon fiber together melting from the intense heat. Was what he was planning to do considered bullying? Probably. But it wasn’t maiming, and therefore, it was allowed.

He blinked in and out of existence, appearing right by Kate - and before the archer could react, he punched her in the throat. A beat later and he put a hand on her shoulder, teleporting her into Excelsior’s backlines, isolating her from the rest of the group. ”Cascade, if you wouldn’t mind? I think she needs to cool off after the flames,” he requested.

April nodded - unaware that Percy’s punch had gone right into Kate’s throat, and how this would be doing a little more than adding insult to injury. She whipped up a blast of water, colliding into Kate, leaving her drenched, soaked, and positively gasping for air as she was effectively waterboarded.



Cassie didn’t panic, as she found herself trapped inside her own body. They’d encountered scenarios like this before, and it helped to have a telepath on the team. Of course, she didn’t know that Dorian had a sword that blocked out telepathy, and she didn’t know that when Dorian possessed someone, his items went with him. There was an anti-telepathy sword inside of her, meaning that everything she mentally screamed, Billy couldn’t hear…. But Dorian could.

She thought the following: BILLY! IT’S NOT ME! HE POSSESSED ME! CAN YOU HELP A GIRL OUT? PLEASE? IF IT’S NOT A BAD TIME? Cassie figured the louder her thoughts, the easier it would be for Billy to catch them.

But Cassie wasn’t the only one in trouble - Kate Bishop was having a bad fucking time. And even though they were broken up, she and Tommy were still close friends. The speedster had been paralyzed by Andy, shocked and stunned. His movements were awkward and jagged, his body healing him at an accelerated rate, but he was too slow to do anything to prevent his teammate from being water boarded. His run was visible as he rushed, almost stumbling over his own feet, nearly skidding and eating shit thanks to the mud at the ground. But by some miracle - maybe the sheer force of will - he managed to make it to Kate and grab her, sprinting her across the field and back to the safety of their backlines, depositing her next to his twin brother.

“My bow - it’s fucked,” Kate grumbled. She liked that bow. It’d saved her life on more than one occasion. And Pizza Dog looked adorable when he’d gnaw on it.

Wiccan nodded. “We can fix it. But now… let’s get you upgraded, okay?” His eyes shone bright blue once more, as he cast a spell - “Iwantyoutodisappear Iwantyoutodisappear Iwantyoutodisappear.” It took more power than he would have liked to expend, two spell slots worth if he was pressed to explain, but Kate faded away from sight. She didn’t have her bow, but she had arrows - and she was a skilled melee fighter.

And then he locked eyes across the field, looking at the flying Human Torch who had the audacity to put his boyfriend and one of his best friends in a flaming prison. “Don’tmessup don’tmessup don’tmessup,” he chanted, placing a jinx on Danni.

Rather than take the time to catch her breath, Kate immediately took advantage of her invisibility, moving across the field - she wouldn’t be able to take out the supports with that force field, she knew better than to box with Leah, she did not want to be set on fire or teleported across the field again… so that left one ideal target. Someone she had a shot at making a difference with in hand-to-hand combat. Andy.

Unfortunately, Kate’s attempts at stealth - while usually great - were hindered by the muddy ground created by Leah and April, each step squelching as she moved forward. She threw a punch and a kick, but Andy would manage to dodge or block both of these attacks, moving almost by instinct - and certainly aided by sound.

As for the vanguard - America had a mad grin on her face. “This is so cool!! I love it!! How hot can you make it?” she called out, incredibly curious. She could open up a portal to escape from the cage, but where was the fun in that? It was rare that she got to let loose when it came to her strength - her only real fighting partner these days was Teddy. She wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, so rather than escape, she did one of her absolute favorite moves… and she did it three times.

BAM.

BAM.

BAM.

Three ground shaking stomps. The first one was absolutely brutal - a natural 20, Wiccan would have described it. The foundations of the arena itself seemed to shake, as everyone in the middle of the field was knocked to the ground, falling prone in the mud (Leah, Patriot, Hulkling, Kate Bishop, Andy). It was unrelenting too. The second stomp hurt a little less than the first, but was still brutal. The third stomp, thankfully, was pretty weak by all accounts.

“Did you have to do that?” Teddy sighed, pulling himself up to his feet. He eyed the cage. He could rush through it, heal from the damage it caused. But he didn’t envy the idea. So instead he braced himself, ready to attack anyone who came too close.

“Hell yeah I did!”

Patriot was the last to act, scrambling back up to his feet. Things were going to plan - well, mostly. He couldn’t see where Cassie was, but he assumed she was stealthing her way towards her next target. Someone needed to take care of that force field. And the people responsible for diving, they were locked behind flames. They needed to get Danni off the field - or at least, taken care of. He whistled twice, calling the attention of his ranged fighters. “Hot Shot - I’m calling you out!” he shouted.

The walls and pillars Leah had constructed on the terrain were a problem, but at least for the moment, the other side didn’t seem to be using them. No one was taking cover, line of sight was still decent, so he could ignore that. “And America - time to use the Tango Omega Gamma Omega function!”


In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Jake felt someone else’s gaze upon him, and he turned, spotting one of the pretty boys from before. His name wasn’t Barty. But for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what the boy’s name was! Heat rushed to his face, and for a moment, he felt like his flesh was about to swell and burst. Was that part of the candy? He didn’t like that part - not nearly as much as he liked the bubbles. If he spent the rest of his life with bubbles, he would be very happy. The other boy didn’t seem happy. Maybe he needed some bubbles! Jake saw that Cassie had moved on to look at the wall, so she wouldn’t be upset if he went to the other boy, he decided.

He reached into the candy bowl, picking up one at random - a green disc with a bit of a swirl to it - and he offered it out to the boy. He opened his mouth, attempting to offer it to the boy, but instead a swirl of bubbles came out, popping to play a symphony of just one part of his sentence? ”Do?” ”Do?” ”Do?” ”Do?” ”Do?”

Nicholas watched with poorly veiled suspicion as the bubbling stranger made its way across their bar and plucked out a piece of candy, though Nicholas couldn't stop himself stepping back defensively as It offered the piece. He started at the popping bubbles, a bit of mischief neither he nor his brother created, and the sound that echoed out of it. He was hesitant to take it - to be under the influence while someone dangerous was in their midst; warning bells were ringing in his head and his fingers twitched with his magic half formed to whisk himself out of sight, but he hesitated. The usual caution, usually dropped as a heavy shawl around his mind, seemed loose and hazy the longer he stared at the face of the only mortal he'd ever bothered caring about.

The pause was longer than comfortable, but Nicholas eventually snatched the piece of out Jake's hand and took another step away, bumping into the bar as he stared at the piece of candy for anything that may be wrong with it.

Jake tilted his head, confused by the other boy’s reaction. Did he know him? Could he tell him who he was? It didn’t bother him that he couldn’t remember anything, it was all he’d ever known, not knowing. But if he knew this boy, that would have been nice. He was so pretty - and clumsy too, apparently! As he bumped into the bar, fixating on the piece of candy he’d offered, Jake reached out to steady him - to make sure that he didn’t fall. An enormous swell of protectiveness hit him as he came into contact with him. He wanted to reassure him that it was only candy, that it was meant to be eaten, but only one word was carried out by the bubbles: “It,” “It,” “It,” “It.”

What the hells do you think you're doing? Keep your hands off me.” Nicholas hissed, smacking away It's hand. Despite the layers between them, two hundred years melted away and it felt just yesterday a handsome, war torn man stumbled into his school house and needed a steadying touch. It'd been humid and hot and the starch in Nicholas's collar had kept the material stiff even as it stuck to his skin. He hooked his finger under his collar now, pulling it away in the same gesture, unconscious and unnoticed, as his mind struggled to handle the conflicting emotions dredged up from the depths of a blackened, shriveled heart.

Nicholas slammed back the candy, dry swallowing, and could only hope it took quickly.

For a moment, Jake stared at his hand. It had a faint tingling sensation to it. He didn’t like it. His eyebrows furrowed, but as quickly as the feeling had come, it drifted away. The other boy was clearly upset with him. He’d just wanted to help. Was it bad, helping others? It didn’t feel bad. It felt good to reach out, to touch him. It had come as naturally to him as breathing. He found his body inclined forward, wanting to do it again. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t? He wasn’t sure what was stopping him - if it was himself or something else.

”Sorry,” ”Sorry,” ”Sorry,” ”Sorry,” his words echoed. ”I,” ”I,” ”I,” ”I.”

Nicholas relaxed as the drugs hit him. His fear, paranoia, and, if he's being honest, anger, bled away as a heady, comforting warmth washed through him. Nicholas blinked once, twice, rubbing at his eyes as a faint candlelight surrounded everyone like a halo. He smiled, small and reserved, as he realized for once he was surrounded by safe people, in his bar, in his magic, and honestly, he wouldn't want to be anywhere else. The bubbles caught his attention and he poked once, chuckling as a noise came out when it popped.

“So sill…” Nicholas trailed off as he followed the trail of bubbles, popping them as he did, until they stopped on a pair of lips. He stared at someone beautiful, a memory tickling in the back of his head, but this safe, warm feeling felt better than whatever that was. “Halò an sin, aingeal. Tha thu fìor bhòidheach. Carson a tha thu cho fada air falbh?”

So strange! The other boy was speaking nonsense. Maybe that was what this candy did. Jake couldn’t remember what the one he had taken looked like, but it made sense to him that one thing could do nonsense and bubbles. And he was smiling now, too! A smile did better suit his face. He almost looked heroic in this light. He tried to apologize, explain that he didn’t understand him, but the bubbles were unhelpful, only the second word of his sentence making it through: ”don’t,” ”don’t,” ”don’t.”

Jake frowned. Maybe the bubbles weren’t fun after all.

“Cha robh sin ann an gin de na drogaichean againn. Ciamar a rinn thu sin? Tha mi airson faicinn dè an blas a th’ orra.” Nicholas traces his finger down Jake's jaw and behind his ear, working his way down his neck and pulling Jake gently towards him. He let his mouth linger over Jake's, staring in his eyes, before he whispered. “Seinn dhomhsa, m’ aingeal.”

He shuddered, shifting his weight so he could press up ever so slightly more against the boy’s finger. He hadn’t known his body could react like this, something in his chest beating incredibly fast. There was a gentleness to it, too. Was this part of the game? He liked it, if it was. This was his favorite game. And as the boy pulled him forward, Jake was only too happy to oblige - was it normal, this urge to press up against him, until his skin melted away and there was nothing left to separate them?

Jake’s eyes drifted down towards the boy’s mouth. It was so close. He opened his lips, hesitating briefly, before a rush of bubbles came out instead of words, flowing into the boy’s mouth, and popping with a small chorus of ”pretty,” ”pretty,” ”pretty.”



In Camp Lava Lake → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Camp Lava Lake → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Morose@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192
Morning - Thr. December 16th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana
It all came down to this.

The Young Avengers, reigning victors of the Contest of Champions, had taken the field. They were joined by their opponents, the underdog team of Excelsior. Neither team had their usual coach for the final conflict. The Vision had recused himself, as he found himself loyal to both teams. The eyes of the world were upon them - of worlds, potentially, as the match was streamed in this universe and the next. And as much as victory would bring glory - the potential to be recruited for the Avengers, commercial deals, a unique Fortnite skin - those more material accolades were the furthest thing from the Young Avengers’ minds as they faced their challengers.

They didn’t compete in the Contest of Champions for the promise of a prize.

They did it to get stronger - to face the very best and walk away all the better for it.

(Well, maybe Tommy did it for the glory).

And with the blow of a whistle, the match commenced.

“Come on, we got this!” Patriot cheered, swinging his shield up in the air - the dazzling lights of the arena reflecting off of its polished surface. “Plan Hotel, Omega, Tango! And Speed, Cassie, America, Hulkling? You all look sick as hell today.” The confidence oozed off of him like a sponge - an aura that was absorbed by his teammates, as they rallied behind him and the Patriot charged forward, forming an offensive front line, shield at the ready for anything Excelsior could try to hit him with.

“Fuck yeah, we do!” America cheered, kicking off from the ground and flying forward, a maniac’s grin on her face. With that flying leap, she swung at Leah, connecting with the younger girl’s jaw. The sheer momentum sent Leah falling backwards, prone on the ground, her jaw aching, throbbing - not broken, but definitely bruised as hell. America shook her hand out, the smile not leaving her.

And she was not the only one to go for Excelsior’s bruiser. Hulkling flew forward as well, his green wings carrying him as he cleared the gap between himself and Leah. With Leah on the ground, he took two swings at her, the second hurting more than the last, as he landed two blows. Even if Leah managed to get back on her feet, there would be no running - not with two members of the vanguard upon her.

“You feeling flirty today, Patriot?” Speed teased, his movements a blur as he rushed back and forth across the field - pausing for a brief second to wink at Sabine. And then he moved his arms faster than the eye could see, before bringing them together in a thunderous crack - a pure wave of force emanating outwards, colliding with Excelsior’s telepath. The attack was meant to stun, to disorient and disarm - but Sabine was no stranger to stress and pressure, allowing her to retain her focus. This didn’t deter Tommy, however, as he continued to run, subtly moving folks and such out of the way, clearing a path.

A path for Kate Bishop.

In the back line, next to her wizard, the archer had an arrow knocked. She couldn’t use actual arrows per the rules of the contest - so the tips were either dulled or had plungers attached to them, preventing lethal damage. “Damn, what we are, chopped liver?” Kate commiserated with Wiccan, before spotting the opening Tommy had created for her.

She let an arrow loose, and it whizzed past Sabine’s ear. A second arrow had the same result. She was going for headshots. Difficult to do, but oh so satisfying to land.

“Mm, I think they’re just jealous,” Wiccan countered. “Ithinkyou’recoolashell,” he cast, a flash of blue emanating from him, before the same color shone on Kate’s bow.

She grinned at him, before letting the shot fly - and with that magical boost, this time it hit its mark, a plunger arrow connecting squarely with Sabine’s forehead, sending the telepath stumbling backwards, dazed.

“Iwantoprotectmyself Iwanttoprotectmyself Iwanttoprotectmyself,” Wiccan chanted, repeating the spell for a second time before he felt the enchantment take hold. He knew enough D&D and had enough experience to know that a squishy vulnerable wizard was a dead squishy vulnerable wizard.

And he wasn’t the only one thinking of things in D&D terms. The last member of the Young Avengers was currently showing off their expertise in stealth, so tiny as to go unnoticed - until at the last second, Cassie Lang grew rapidly in size, her fist connecting with Dorian’s stomach, taking the other mage by surprise. The punch was more stunning than it was painful, as Cassie gave him somewhat of an apologetic smile.


In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Young Avengers are the reigning champions of the Contest of Champions. The team is composed of seven core members: Patriot, Hawkeye II, Miss America, Speed, Wiccan, Stature, and Hulkling. The majority of the team are seniors at the Margaret Carter Institute, with the exception of the twins, who are both juniors. And unlike other teams at Avengers Academy, the Young Avengers have real world combat experience - experience that they had used to decimate the competition at the contest for the past few years.

In general, their strategy relies on a punishing front line of Patriot, Miss America, and Hulkling. This front line protects their back line of Hawkeye II and Wiccan, while Stature and Speed are most often utilized for flanking the opposing team and protecting their own backline as needed.

Patriot - Eli Bradley has a power set nearly identical to Captain America’s, and like Rogers, he’s the man with a plan. He is able to inspire his allies and help them overcome their limits, as well as rallying the team to coordinate attacks against specific targets. A shield fighter, he is durable, tough, and strong, built for melee combat. He runs the Young Avengers’ front line and serves as the leader during combat. Preventing him from inspiring his allies, removing his shield, and focusing him down are all valid approaches to handle the Patriot.

Miss America - America Chavez hails from the Utopian Parallel, gifted with the incredible ability of multiversal travel. Being able to jump from one universe to the next allows her a unique strategy for evasion. Furthermore, her natural strength, flight, and durability makes her a natural fit for the Young Avengers’ front line. Her typical strategy is to fly or teleport forward, menacing the opposing team’s back line and vulnerable members. Blocking off her ability to teleport will drastically reduce her threat level, and engaging at a distance or in a group will take her off the field.

Hulkling - Teddy Altman is a hybrid Kree-Skrull, with shapeshifting abilities and super strength. Much like America, he supplements the Young Avengers’ front line. His innate ability of flight allows him to dive the enemy team, creating pressure and space as he is more than durable enough to take a hit. Focusing him down, or dealing damage at distance, will put him out of the fight.

Speed - Tommy Maximoff is a mutant speedster, operating similarly to Ava from the Hex Girls. While he is not nearly as durable as the front line members and can be taken down more readily, his speed and evasiveness makes that a challenge for attacks that are not somehow tracking or a wide area of effect. His typical strategy is to flank the enemy team, attacking vulnerable members in the back line, and to return to his own territory before the other team can respond.

Stature - Cassie Lang is a size changing hero, similar to Ant-Man. Her ability to shrink down allows her to easily catch enemies off guard, and then as she rapidly grows, deal a punishing amount of damage. While her giant size could be useful in the front line, she is not nearly as fast or coordinated as she grows, meaning she typically is used as flanking/dives alongside Speed. If stuck in one size, however, her threat rapidly diminishes.

Hawkeye II - Kate Bishop is the classic sniper, sticking to the back lines and avoiding melee combat. Her accuracy and precision are excellent, allowing her to pick off foes from a far. However, while she does have some melee combat abilities, they are by no means as reliable or extensive. One good hit - or simply taking cover to deny her a clean shot - can readily deal with her.

Wiccan - Billy Maximoff is the most powerful and unpredictable member of the Young Avengers, a chaos magic mutant sorcerer. Capable of flight, protection magic, telepathic communication, and powerful hexes that alter probability, Billy is a versatile caster who is comfortable switching between supporting his team and dealing damage. He is at his best in a pocket created by the front line, as once his shields and defenses have been disabled, he is incredibly vulnerable - a squishy wizard. His spells all require verbal components.
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