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In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: the Library
Grimoire: N/A
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Wild Magic Build Up: triggers on a 1 or 2
Nicholas had escorted him from the greenhouse to the library, indicating to him which room he was supposed to go in for his studies. As Jake glanced inside, his spirits fell slightly. One of the girls from before had smiled at him, and there was the professor from the previous night, lurking in the back. He didn’t see anyone else present - no one else beyond a large statue, framed in candlelight. He then turned around, about to ask Nicholas something else, but he was already gone - as if he’d never been there at all. Something curdled in his stomach. Maybe whatever remnants of the candy from the night before?

He plastered a large smile on his face, and walked into the room. The air was thick and heavy with scents, and he immediately sneezed. His eyes widened a bit in surprise. He’d never sneezed before. It shocked him. It felt so strangely… violent.

The professor then gave them instructions. They had to wear gloves - Jake didn’t know why - and examine the statue. Connie had immediately set to work, taking notes. Jake didn’t know how to write. He wouldn’t take any. Instead, he slowly put on the gloves - he’d liked the ones in the greenhouse much better than these, they felt realer, somehow - and stared at the statue. He didn’t know what to do. Was he alive? “Um, hi! I don’t know if you can hear us, but my name is Jake. Her name is Connie. And we’re going to help you, I think - we are trying to help him, right?” he then asked, addressing this question to the professor directly. If he was a person, he needed help. Being stone seemed too harsh. It would have been better to just put him to sleep.

He then reached out, placing his gloved hand on the statue’s hand. Nothing happened. But he hoped the statue felt better.
In Camp Lava Lake → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Camp Lava Lake Trail Head
Skills: N/A
While Dobbs did answer her question about how everyone had died, she decided that she didn't like him. Anything that could be done to torment him going forward was then going to be considered a win. Fortunately, that didn't seem to be hard to do. Just asking questions was enough to irritate him. Of course, his answers only prompted more questions. Fifteen people had gone missing one year, just to turn up in the foundation? That caught her attention more than a missing pair of campers. Kids could be dumb. Adults could also be dumb - but fifteen? If this place had such violent history, why was the government interested in sending them here? Her expression narrowed. If Zeke and she died here, their mother wouldn't recover.

"And what do you believe happened to them?" Nancy asked, picking up the pace a bit to match Dobbs. "If you believe there's some sort of killer freak out here, why are you doing this? You'd be complicit at best. Unless you don't believe in that shit. And you're just trying to scare us," she glanced at her brother, looking to see if this had unsettled him. The talk of cleaning supplies and manual labor didn't interest her as much. The others seemed to have a good plan in place to execute, and she wasn't a stranger to having to help clean things - albeit a much smaller space.

As the subject turned to the food situation, her mind drifted briefly to hunting - to the archery range - and then to injuries. It wasn't the conversation topic she wanted to stay on, but it was one that needed to be asked. "What about first aid - medical supplies? Emergency radios? If something happens in the middle of the night?" Like a bear pretending to be a serial killer.

Or more practically - like if I have a seizure.
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 just never stops,” Percy grumbled, as he was directed again to go save someone. He’d always imagined himself as a more of a melee fighter in this competition - instead, he seemed to be on an endless loop of fetch quests, a term he’d picked up from Dorian. He only pretended to be reading a book and not paying attention when his boyfriend streamed. He liked to listen to him. He took a hold of April, who mercifully hadn’t gone far, and teleported them - avoiding most of the wreckage of the arena, thanks to Stature rapidly expanding to free herself. Idiot.

With April safe, he did a quick survey of the arena, noticing that everyone was accounted for… except for Patriot. He didn’t want to help the other team. But he also didn’t know how effective the enchantments really were about getting competitors out the moment the damage would prove fatal. And as he took in his surroundings, he spotted a portion of the rubble that seemed to be shifting. Patriot must have been down there. Dorian, this is another great example of how I am NOT a bully. He moved over towards that portion of rubble, scrambling over rock and stone, and peered on through - he could see Patriot stuck, maybe 10 feet down or so through the small opening. He bit his lip, steeled his nerves, and teleported down - it was a good thing he was so tiny - and grabbing onto Patriot, he teleported both of them out, the older boy collapsing on the ground next to him.

“You’re welcome.”

April, strictly speaking, was not actually safe. Only she didn’t know it. Sabine had approached her. Was she alright? She seemed… angry. Probably because of that punch. April couldn’t blame her. It looked like it had hurt. “Sabine? Are you okay? I mean, obviously you’re not okay, and the anger looks really good on you, by the way - love the righteous vibe you’re giving off - but I more mean physically - I think we can ask them to pull you out and take a look at you, if anything feels off? Not that you want to sit out, I know, but if she hurt you then we should–”

CRACK.

SLAP.

Her face stung. There was blood running from her nose to her mouth. She reached up with her hand to cradle her nose and the pain flare up was so bad she almost screamed. Her nose was broken. Her nose was fucking broken. Sabine had punched her. Sabine broke her nose. ”Whaa….? Is this about when I kissed you?”

But then, Sabine didn’t attack her again. Instead, she turned on Hulkling, her sword raised, and blamed him for this. Did he have psychic powers or something??? She didn’t know, but she almost immediately forgave Sabine. And seeing her slash at Hulkling with her sword, bubbling with rage… It made April weak in the knees. She threw up a bubble of water, trying to restrain him to help Sabine get in some attacks, but the bubble didn’t catch. So instead, she lashed him down with water, forming chains around his wrists and ankles - and then finally, as the finishing move, she blasted him with as much water as she could. If nothing else, it would make Andy’s strikes really pop.

April looked at Sabine again.

That same feeling overcame her.

It must have been the way Dorian felt when he looked at Percy.

Blood on her face, she kissed her ex-girlfriend… again.

And then as she pulled away, she noticed the elephant in the room - the ten foot tall Entity, floating in the sky above the arena, looking like a small galaxy come to life. “Uh… What the fuck?”

Percy didn’t know what to make of it either - except he felt a small tug deep inside of him, urging him to go closer - to let the Entity consume him, body and soul. He reached for a language to address the Entity, but found none that felt right - no words that seemed like they would be its native tongue. So instead he stared, almost mesmerized. It was beautiful in a way nothing he’d seen before had been.
Cassie’s eyes widened as Leah screamed at her. She bit back what she wanted to say - that it hadn’t been her idea to be phased into the ground when she was that big, that it was Excelsior’s recklessness putting everyone in danger, and wouldn’t the Earth bender be the best person to put the arena back together, rather than screaming? But Leah clearly had some sort of vendetta against them. She’d heard her yelling the entire match about how they were nepo babies - a term she’d heard before, but one that still stung. “I’M SORRY!” her voice boomed instead, as she focused on the feeling of being small.

It was more challenging than normal - she felt like she was swaying, being this big, her head threatening to split open at any second. It was dangerous, going this large. And where muscle memory failed her, the feeling of inadequacy - of being hated by a person who didn’t even know her - took over and guided her. Cassie felt incredibly small. And so she began to shrink - no longer the size of the arena, but the size of a Hulk - still large, but more respectfully and feasibly so.

And as her mind switched out of combat mode and into search-and-rescue, she saw the teleporter appear with Eli. Her heart shuddered! He looked bad - bad even by super soldier standards. Without a second thought, she rushed over to him - each step leaving indents in the rubble she crossed. “Thank you!” she said to the teleporter, before kneeling down next to her friend. If anyone tried to get to Eli, they’d have to go through her first. His healing factor was doing its job - they just had to be patient and he’d be back up on his feet.

Patriot’s vision was blurry, his breathing painful. Some of his bones had been crushed under the rubble, pulverized really. He’d inhaled a good amount of particulates as well, some from the destruction of the arena, other from Leah’s sandstorm. Each breath sounded like it belonged to a 90 year old smoker - not a teenager in peak physical condition. Still, he smiled wearily up at Cassie. He didn’t want to worry her. She was the most sensitive one of the group. “Stop looking at me like I’m going to die,” he teased, before another hacking cough hit him. “I can do this all day, ma’am. Just like Cap.”

He forced himself up into a sitting position, feeling the broken pieces of bone in his arm slide against each other, and he stifled a scream. He wasn’t down. Not yet. He leaned on his shield, covered in dirt and grime, and directed his attention across the field - to where Hulkling was imprisoned in watery chains, cut off from the rest of the group. “Teddy!” Patriot coughed. “You’ve got this, man.”

He shifted his weight next, moving his knees out in front of him, before slowly, painfully, he rose to his feet, acutely aware of the unique sensation of his bones rapidly stitching themselves back together.

Teddy couldn’t help but be moved by that - to be relieved to see his friend alive and (somewhat) well, and inspired by how Eli didn’t quit, didn’t give in. It allowed him to go beyond his own limits, driven by sheer determination, as Hulkling broke free of the watery bonds. His wings unfurled and he flew upwards, out of range of the telepath. “I don’t know what you think I did, but I didn’t do it,” he told her. And then, he frowned, as he saw something that didn’t belong. A large entity, its body seemingly made of twinkling stars, had appeared. He shifted his body posture, no longer angling to attack Sabine or the others of Excelsior, but instead taking a more defensive position.

“Who are you?” he asked the Entity.

America had shifted gears too. She had fully intended on continuing to fight Danni - and she was definitely interested in having a photoshoot with him, it sounded fun - but the Entity’s arrival was a new priority. Staring at it sent a shiver down her spine. It looked so familiar. It reminded her of that day - of that day in the Utopian Parallel, when stars fell from the sky - the same stars she saw in the Entity. The same stars that had driven her mothers to sacrifice themselves. The same stars that the Demiurge had failed to protect them from. Her face paled. “...madres?”

She squared up, ready to defend if the Entity attacked - if the stars fell from the sky once more.

It was Patriot who recognized the being - who was speechless for a moment, standing in the middle of an arena that was definitely no longer safe to fight in. “...Billy?”
In Morose's Characters → 7 mos ago Forum: Character Sheets
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"Love always wins!"
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In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Leah Rose Jordan
Leah Rose Jordan

"The wind does not move the mountain."
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In Morose's Characters → 7 mos ago Forum: Character Sheets
April Kingston-Gray
April Kingston-Gray

"I'm totally completely positively absolutely fine!"
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In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


It didn't seem like everyone was taking the ‘candy' well. Connie had gone off to help another new student, which wasn't exactly unusual for her. Rohan was helping another student, and the rest seemed to be about to have …he didn't even want to think about it. Before one of the twins simply enchanted everyone to leave, Franklin decided to make his way out. He'd gone off away from his dorm, wanting to sit outside in the courtyard and bask in the moonlit sky for a moment. It was cool in October, and he'd hoped a nice breeze would blow in that night.

It didn’t take long before he'd heard the sounds of another student's footsteps nearby. He expected it to be one of the myriad of others attending this place, but instead it was a boy from the party. He was cute, he'd give him that, but far from a perfect specimen if Franklin was looking for a brain. The body however… He decided to stand up and make his way over towards him. The boy looked…hurt? It was hard to tell what emotions ran through a puppy who had just been kicked, and yet that was what he appeared to be. “Hey? You ok? Need some help?”

Did he need help? Jake stared at the other boy - Frankie, he thought - completely confused. That didn’t feel right to him. He knew he was supposed to protect others. If he needed help, how was he supposed to do that? Was this why he felt so strange - something like the cold, but not quite? He tilted his head at Frankie. Had he done something wrong? He hadn’t gone back to his dorm, yes, but he hadn’t known how to get there. So instead he had just walked, letting his thoughts lead him as he tried to understand - tried to understand why he hurt.

Did he know why he was hurting, Frankie? Could he explain it? “I don’t… I don’t know.” He wanted to give a chipper hi, I’m Jake!! but the words seemed to catch in his throat. He didn’t know why. His hands were stuck in his pockets, his shoulders slightly slouched, and the phantom sensation of pressure still lingered in his skull. “Do… Do you need help? I can help, I think - I think that’s what I’m supposed to do.”

Franklin wasn't sure if Jake was still high or not. The bubbles had stopped but did the effects? He offered him a warm smile before nodding back towards where he had been sitting. “Not really. At least not right now, but I wouldn't mind a bit of company.” That wasn't exactly the truth. He had wished for a bit of alone time, to soak in the silence before entering his room once more. But he wasn't about to abandon someone who seemed so lost. He sat back down onto the cold night grass before tapping a spot next to him for Jake to sit. “That's what everyone should do. Help each other, even when some of us are afraid or too stubborn to ask for help.”

Jake didn’t understand the social cue to sit. He didn’t know why Frankie needed to tap on the grass. Maybe he wanted to make sure that it was still alive? He didn’t know why it would stop being alive, but this school was very strange. Lots of things seemed to be things they were not. The same was true for the people. Maybe the grass died sometimes. Maybe the people did, too. He frowned at that idea. And then, there was that same ache in his body, the one he didn’t understand. “I tried to help someone tonight,” he said. There was an idea struggling to form in his mind, but the closer he came to voicing it, the more it became difficult to do so - as if it were forbidden. So instead, he backed away from the thought, letting the mental tension lessen. “Why don’t people help others when they can?”

“Humans, people, they're selfish creatures. Individuals may be good and kind hearted, they may help those who need it, but as a group? They lack empathy. That's my thoughts anyways. Some people believe in Karma, some cosmic scale that balances so if you do good you get good back. Some people then start to do good so they get good back, but thats not doing good thats just selfishness. I try to help when I can, but mostly I like to be alone in my thoughts, my experiments. Though I'm never against having some good company.” Franklin watched as Jake continued to stand. Watching him as though he was a foreign object he was trying to decipher. “You want to sit? The morning dew hasn't set in yet so it isn't wet, just cold.”

Jake frowned. People did good because they wanted to have something good happen to them? There were cosmic scales that kept things in balance? The ideas were too abstract for him, but they brought along more of that cold feeling - more of that hurt. Did he want to protect people so that way good things would happen to him? “What if… what if you do good because you feel you’re supposed to?” he asked. He slowly sat down next to Frankie. He made sure to maintain a good distance between them. He didn’t know why. “Does that… can people be bad?”

“If you help people because you feel the urge to then you're just genuinely helping people. Everyone should feel that urge, but not everyone does. It's the same with magic. Everyone learns it for a different reason.” Franklin offered Jake a shrug. The last question seemed obvious. Can people be bad? Ofcourse. History had proved that time and again. Even Frankie had done some…questionable things in the pursuit of his magic. Even now as he spoke to Jake his mind wouldn’t stop measuring the distance between his eyes, the proportions of his features and how well they may fit the golden ratio. Sometimes it was hard not to view people as potential subjects, and that was why he liked to be alone at times. To ease his mind.

“What if… what if you help bad people?” Jake bit his lip. ”Am I a bad person then?”

“That's a morally gray area. I guess it depends on who and why? But people aren't as simple as good or bad. There's a complexity to them. Is…someone bad making you do something you don't want to?”

Jake’s body tensed as Frankie asked that. He couldn’t answer that question even if he wanted to. He didn’t understand that people could lie. “What does morally gray mean?” he asked instead, dodging the question. His face flushed. ”I don’t know a lot of things.”

“Its when…it's sort of like…” Frankie had no idea how to describe the concept of a moral gray area. His immediate thought was to turn to the Trolley Problem, but was both unsure if Jake would understand it or if it perfectly encapsulated what it meant to be morally gray. “Its kind of like doing bad things but for good reasons. Like killing someone to protect another i suppose.”

Killing could be good? His eyes almost crossed as his forehead pounded. This was all… very complicated. It didn’t seem simple at all. Helping someone who was bad was like killing someone to protect another person? What if the person you were protecting was bad? Or if the person telling him all of this was bad? But as he looked at Frankie, his face felt hot again, and he was suddenly very certain that Frankie couldn’t be bad. He seemed really smart too.

”Do you know why I hurt?” he then asked softly.

“Where do you hurt? How? Can you explain your symptoms and how you got them?” Franklin's mind shifted as the question was asked.

”Um, my face hurt really bad after I ate the candy - and then I got knocked over by a dragon and stepped on, but that was fine - but now I just feel… it’s like I’m cold, but on the inside,” he said, pointing at his chest. ”And my eyes keep on running with water.”

Franklin scooted closer to Jake now, lowering himself to place his head against his chest. Listening for any irregularities within. It was strange, the way that Jake felt and sounded, even now as he breathed. Something was surging within him, and it made it harder to diagnose anything. “You seem to have wild magic, its volatile and unpredictable which may explain a few things. Though –” Franklin wiped away a tear on Jake's cheek. “Sounds to me like your issues are more emotional than physical. Cold, crying, an ache in your chest you can't explain? You sound like you're sad, almost heartbroken. Usually happens later in the year but it's possible for it to be one the first day. Especially if someone's homesick.”

He had wild magic? Was that bad? Did he need to get rid of it somehow? He opened his mouth to blurt out his concern, only to be rendered speechless as Frankie touched his cheek. It wasn’t like how the pretty boy from before had touched him. And as much as it felt wrong, it felt warm, too - a warmth he wanted to lean into. “Homesick? I don’t - heartbroken? I don’t think I could be that. I don’t remember anything before I got here. There’s nothing for me to be sad about.”

“Please, if people needed reasons to become depressed it wouldn't be a mental illness. Its natural to feel this way, even if Alpha Male bros want to pretend it's not. It just means you're human.”

“Alpha male bros?” Jake tilted his head. And then, he frowned. “Are you depressed?”

“Sometimes. It happens, but it can't be helped really.”

Jake nodded. He looked at Frankie - really looked at him.

“Is that why you’re out here?”

Franklin's expression fell slightly. “I just wanted some fresh air before I went back to our dorm. Maybe…we should head back. We have mysteries in the morning to deal with and will need plenty of sleep.”

Sleep. Jake didn’t know what he would do while the others slept. He hesitated for a moment. It felt wrong. But he wanted to do it anyways. Quickly, as if he’d be caught, he hugged Frankie. And then he pulled away like he’d been burned.

Frankie chuckled at Jake's reaction. Like a closeted gay trying to show affection. He nudged Jake softly. “Come on, let's get to bed.” He said with a smile on his face. Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad?
In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: the Haven -> the Halls
Grimoire: N/A
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Wild Magic Build Up: triggers on a 1
The pain in his head was so bad. Jake didn't know to be ashamed, or to conceal things, so as the pressure escalated he did not stifle his scream. He did not hide the tears that fell from his eyes, as he wished so desperately for it to stop. He didn't like candy. Not anymore. It hurt so much. It hurt so much that he would have done anything to make it stop, including die. And as he held his head, shrieking in pain, the pretty boy stepped on him. Had he forgotten he was there? But no, it hurt too much for Jake to think - too much for what the boy had done to really register.

And then suddenly, it stopped - warm vibrations spreading throughout his skull, as a horrible pit opened up in his stomach. He was on the ground, cradling his head, and he felt like he was drowning. Something terrible had happened. But what? All of the voices around him felt like tiny blades, pricking his skin. He just wanted everyone to stop - for everyone to go to sleep. Then he could figure out what had happened - then he could fix things.

He sniffled slightly, as someone came to help him. It wasn't one of his friends. That realization made the bad feeling even worse. His heart was beating faster in his chest, and he found himself wishing he could be anywhere else. He didn't know what this feeling was, but he didn't like it. He didn't like things that hurt. "But I'm... I'm supposed to protect people, I think," he mumbled. "And I'm not wet - so why would I be put out to dry?" he asked, accepting the help as he got back to his feet.

He didn't remember the way back to his dorm. But Barty had said if they didn't remember, they should go somewhere else in the school. And as Jake looked around the Haven, he saw everyone else seemed to be with someone. Cassie and Annika both were heading out with other people. And he wasn't part of the group that was supposed to stay behind. He blinked slightly, his throat feeling almost swollen. He didn't understand what was happening. But he could follow directions. "Thank you, for helping me," he said, a smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes, before Jake left the Haven.

And rather than return to his dorm, he set off in no particular direction, his mind preoccupied with one question:

Why do I hurt?

He'd never felt alone before. He didn't know the word.
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
Percy caught Leah’s instruction, and he gritted his teeth, looking skyward. He had to grab April quickly, and teleport them almost immediately - if she built up too much speed in the fall, the sudden stop would hurt just as badly as impacting with the ground. He took a breath, recalling all of the practice he’d done with Dorian, and let a combination of luck and experience guide him. The first jump was smooth - he was off the ground and up with April, grabbing onto her arm. The second jump was a little shaky - they reappeared halfway down - but by the third, they’d landed. A bit of a jolt to the bones, but no serious injuries, at least.

He wasn’t mildly miffed at how Wiccan had brushed him aside at all.
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“Pick on someone your own size!” April shouted, the adrenaline from being flung up into the sky and then rescued by her friend’s tiny boyfriend still coursing through her. Sabine seemed to be in trouble, though. She had her shield up, thank the gods, but there was something wrong. Andy noticed it, too, calling out to ask if she was okay. And there was Hulkling, ready to throttle her - to punch her lights out. A sudden fear coursed through her, imagining Teddy throwing Sabine around like a rag doll… and that fear gave her an idea.

She constructed a giant column of water, the ends of which were shaped like fingers, and she grabbed Hulkling, ensnaring him. He was difficult to keep a hold of, his shifting form making him as slippery as a snake, but through the sheer force of will and determination April managed to lift him off of the ground, and slam him back down.
The Young Avengers were down two players - Speed and Kate Bishop both reappearing in medical, thanks to the elemental attacks - and technically a third, too, as Wiccan and Dorian were locked off in the astral plane. That left the vanguard - Hulkling, Miss America, and Patriot - and Stature behind to hold the line. The balance of power had definitely shifted to favor Excelsior, but would it remain that way?

“Hulkling - I believe in you!” Patriot called out, his words lending weight to Teddy’s struggle. Hulkling was shifting into different forms, varying his size and his consistency, but breaking out of April’s water grab was proving annoyingly difficult. He didn’t love that Billy was out of sight, even if America would be able to follow him wherever he’d went - even though Teddy knew his boyfriend was more than capable of handling himself. Perhaps it was this distraction that kept him pinned longer than he should have been, but at last he managed to break free of the watery prison, the water crashing down to the ground around him.

The telepath wasn’t having a good time, either. He’d felt her rummaging around in his mind. What had she seen? But he didn’t ask - he’d ask later, maybe - as he had a job to do. They had a competition to win, and once it was over, they could get back to solving the problem of the Mother - get back to doing something that no one else could or was willing to do. With Patriot’s words still ringing in his mind, he punched at the telepath’s force field - he liked her sword, he wanted to know where she’d gotten it from - and it shattered, cracks appearing in it like glass before it popped. “America, she’s all yours!”

“Give her hell!” Patriot chimed in.

“My pleasure!” America called down, flying down from her position up near the rafters, her foot extended for an unforgiving kick. Luck seemed to be on Sabine’s side, though, as her aim was slightly off - creating a massive crater in the ground next to Sabine instead as she landed. America smirked and cracked her knuckles, not phased by a little difficulty.

And then she fucking sucker punched Sabine in the chest.

A punch so hard and so tough that Sabine was sent flying back, landing prone on the ground. A punch that might have been enough to disqualify America for breaking the rules, had any of Sabine’s organs ruptured or her chest caved. As it was, Sabine would be badly bruised and injured, each breath difficult to draw from the pain to her chest.

America could have thrown another punch to finish the job. Instead, seeing that she’d almost killed the girl, her jaw dropped. “Oh my god, I am SO sorry, are you okay??” she apologized frantically, taking a step forward, before thinking better of it. “Um, I’m going to go… fight someone else now. You can… you can catch your breath, and when you’re up to fighting again, let me know and I will… Yeah!”

Her face was bright red and she flew back off, throwing a haphazard punch at Danni that missed - maybe because she wasn’t really looking at him, instead her gaze still focused on the crumpled telepath on the ground.

Fuckkkkk.

Patriot tried to get himself out of the mud. He was still stuck. And unbeknownst to him, his situation was about to take a turn for the worse.

Cassie was phased into the floor of the arena, in one of her larger forms. It felt like she’d taken a bath in concrete and allowed it to set all around her. She didn’t want to increase her size - she’d destroy the entire arena like that, jeopardizing both teams. So instead, she decided to try to become small - small enough that she could navigate through the natural cracks in the ground, especially as America had so helpfully made a crater already she could use.

Cassie wanted to get small.

Instead, she got fucking huge. Her body grew and grew until she was the size of the arena itself, and as she squirmed to try to get upright, the floor cracked. As she engaged her core to sit up, the arena turned into a complete disaster zone, an ever-shifting pile of rubble. There was nowhere safe to stand, as everything was falling and colliding and rupturing. It was all America could do to shout - “Cassie! Get Sabine!” - as the prone telepath would definitely be critically injured from this.

Cassie reached out as quickly as she could, lethargic in her form, and barely managed to grab Sabine before she would have been pinned under a piece of the floor, cradling the tiny girl in her absolutely massive hands.

“ARE YOU OKAY?” Cassie’s voice boomed.


In Camp Lava Lake → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Camp Lava Lake Trail Head
Skills: N/A
So Dobbs wasn't going to be here at night. Interesting. Nancy didn't have any immediate plans for shenanigans or mischief, but hearing that their government babysitter would be gone for almost twelve hours a night presented a number of opportunities. A 9 PM curfew was brutal. But without enforcement... what was to stop Nancy from doing some nighttime exploration if she so desired? She could handle herself when it came to animals. And like most teenagers, she'd never considered the possibility of her own death too deeply. It was just a shame that it was a new moon - a moonlit hike sounded amazing.

And as much as she was superstitious, hearing Dobbs recant his story about horrible deaths... It was hard to really take it seriously. It seemed more like the sort of story you'd tell to freak out kids and get them to stay in bed, not anything real with any merit to it. She'd seen slasher flicks with more compelling plots. "How'd they die, then?" Nancy asked. "Burned alive? Stabbed? Drowned? And who? Was it some drunk who wandered off the trail at night or counselors or what?"

Demi seemed to be on a similar wavelength to her. She couldn't help but laugh at his question, as to whether the grizzled remains of the previous inhabitants were still in the cabins. The fancy car boy didn't seem particularly worried about this - just remarking they'd need to get the blood out and it wouldn't be too hard. She cocked an eyebrow at that comment. "Do you do that often, then? Clean up blood? Driving a car like that?"

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