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In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: the Library
Grimoire: N/A
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Wild Magic Build Up: triggers on a 1, 2, or 3
Connie had a lot of questions for him. Jake learned in that moment that he was not very good at receiving a lot of questions at once. By the time Connie had finished asking them, he'd already forgotten what her first question was. She had given him some advice, too - advice that was really similar to what Nicholas and Professor Croan had both said. Maybe he ought to be following that advice. He put his hands in his pockets so that way he couldn't accidentally touch the statue again, but quickly found his hands felt constricted - he needed to be able to wiggle to have half a chance at answering her question.

It was one of the questions in the middle that Jake latched onto. Can you explain how you are feeling this? He scrunched up his face, trying to think about how to answer that in a way that was different from what he had said before. He didn't know how to explain a feeling. It was something that just was. He tilted his head to the left and then to the right - even looking at the statue again, as if he might have an idea on how to explain this to Connie. There was only one other way he could think of explaining this by - it was hard, really hard - but he hoped that it helped! He liked helping. He wished he could help more. He wanted to reach out to the statue again - and it took all of his willpower to not do it. The others hadn't liked it. It hadn't been helpful. And that was all he wanted to do. He wanted to help! He was supposed to help!

"Ummmm hmm it's like - it's like the fish! The fish from last night. The fish that were fish and then keys and then - I guess they're still keys! Oh! Was I supposed to keep that with me?" he then felt in his pockets. Empty. He had nooooo idea where he'd left the key. Oops! "I think my fish is gone. But! It's like I was swimming in the tank - even though I'm big and the tank is really little, but I can do it!! - and I just saw the fish so close! Like..." he then walked up to Connie, and crouched down in front of her, so close to her that his breath would tickle her face - "like this close!!!"

And then he took scooted backwards, because he didn't want to accidentally touch her. That wasn't allowed.

Barty seemed to be confused too by how Jake could feel these things. He hoped the fish explanation would also help him. Were Connie and Barty unable to feel these things? He tilted his head yet another time, staring at them in turn. How did their magic work if not a feeling? Something seemed to whisper in his ear - telling him that Connie's magic dealt with the physical, while Barty played with the mind and the universe. They couldn't feel things, then. He wished he could help them feel things. But maybe instead of that, he could ask them how he could help them!! Maybe they did want his help, and they just hadn't asked yet!! "What do you want me to do?" he then asked, his gaze shifting away from Connie and towards Barty - before finally landing on Croan.

The professor seemed so tired - he must have needed a nap!! He was probably just sleepy from trying to help the statue. But Jake could help with that!!! "You can sleep in my bed!" he blurted, looking at Croan.

In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Morose@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192
Morning - Thr. December 16th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana
Patriot

Eli didn’t come from a grand legacy. He didn’t come from money, or power, or fame. When people looked at him, they didn’t see a hero. They didn’t even see a kid. They looked at him like he wasn’t human - the very same way those scientists had looked at his grandfather. He couldn’t enter a store without eyes following him, without hearing the words whispered at his back. He knew he was lucky - knew that things were supposed to be better - but gods, did they still fucking feel exactly the same. New era, same hatred. He had to work twice as hard just to be seen differently - just to be seen as good, to be seen as an equal to someone like Cassie or Kate.

He beat his fist against his abdomen again.

He hadn’t come so far just to give up now. All across the world, hell, maybe even across the galaxy, there were people who looked just like him, cheering him on. Begging for him to get back on his feet, to last just a little longer - to show that anyone can be a hero, and a damn good one too. And it was hard. It fucking sucked. He hated feeling the weight of that on his shoulders. No matter how much he tried to share it - to share it with America - to share it with his mutant cousins, Billy and Tommy - he couldn’t shake off the weight.

His chest expanded, rising and falling, as slowly, he began to breathe a little easier. He spat out a bit of blood that had pooled in his mouth, as he lifted his shield high. “I can do this all day. If you want a fight, I’ll give you one.”

Stature

When Cassie had been a little girl, her father was her hero. He wasn’t tough like the Hulk, strong like Thor, smart like Iron Man, cunning like Black Widow, or brave like Captain America. He wasn’t like the larger than life characters she saw on the television screen. He was more than that. He was her dad - her dad who always came home in time for dinner, who made her smile and laugh, who valiantly chased away the monsters underneath her bed. She hadn’t understood when he was sent away, and why her mother was so upset when he came back one day, claiming that he had changed. He hadn’t changed, though. Not yet. He was still her dad. She still loved him.

But he wasn’t just her hero anymore. He was a hero to so many more people. She’d ask him why, why he did the things he did - why he was Ant Man. And he’d explained, it wasn’t because it was cool (which it definitely was) - but that you were supposed to help the people you could, even if it hurt you. That he had gone away for a while because he’d helped someone else. And now, by being Ant Man, he could help even more people.

Cassie wasn’t at Avengers Academy because she wanted to be famous - because she wanted to win the prize money in the contest. She hadn’t taken the Pym Particles that day in the lab because she wanted to be a hero. She’d done it because she wanted to help people - because it was the right thing to do - and the thought of standing on the sidelines, of staying home, when people were out there suffering… It crushed her. Not trying would be worse than failing.

She wasn’t here for the glory. She was here to get better at helping others - knowing that with each punch she took, each plan that didn’t work, she’d learn and she would grow. The Contest of Champions was her opportunity to face the best young heroes in the world - to learn from their mistakes and their triumphs, to expose herself to new scenarios without risk of fatality.

So if Eli wanted to continue, she’d fight on with him. Not to win the prize - but to be a better hero for the next person who would need her.

“Okay! I’m in!”

Miss America

America Chavez wasn’t from this world.

She came from the Utopian Parallel, a realm created by the grace of the demiurge - by Billy’s future self. Her home was a paradise, free from the strife that marked this world. There were no plagues, no hatreds, no wars, no suffering. And of the blessed, she had been truly fortunate - the child of its leaders, her beloved mothers. Her mothers who had taught her to be brave, to be strong, to always speak her mind - to never give up and to fight for what she believed in. Even now, she could hear their voices crystal clear in her mind, lifting her up with love and warmth.

Voices she wished so desperately she could hear again.

But she knew that they were with her, always - that even in this other world, they were by her side, each step of the way. As she looked out into the stands, she imagined them sitting there, cheering for her. America gave them a wave. “Te extraño,” she whispered. “Te amo.”

They’d want her to continue on - to be brave.

“Hell yeah! There’s nothing I love more than a good brawl!” America exclaimed, breaking out into a grin as she wiped some tears away from her eyes. “I’d love to go a few rounds with you, if you’re up to it,” she then added, challenging Andy directly. “Don’t hold anything back.”
In the infirmary, everyone was being tended to as best as the staff could. But with eight patients, it was easy for people to slip through the cracks - namely Leah, leaving the medical ward and entering the backstage area. The lockers where they had suited up, a green room filled with snacks, even a designated space for meeting with the press - and a plethora of camera equipment - all of these things were back here. The arena had been mystically constructed for this tournament, contained within a pocket dimension. Should Leah manage to find the exit, she could make her way back to Bourbon Street - and from there, to the Kingston-Gray house, the hotel, or any other locale that suited her.

She’d receive a text on her phone from She-Hulk: You did great, kiddo. I’m so proud of you.

As for the other patients, Percy’s breathing had begun to slow, as the amount of stimuli slowly subsided. The Young Avengers were huddled up together, Tommy frantically running back and forth as a healer attended to Billy - aside from some burns caused by Danni, his main injuries seemed to be psychological. Teddy was in okay shape, waving away his physician.

“I heal fast,” he assured them. “Thank you, though.”

Kate frowned. “No, no, no. You both are getting looked at. Save the martyr act for later, Teddy.”

Billy chuckled slightly, a small light rekindling in his eyes that hadn't been there a moment before. "Please, Teddy. For me?" he pouted his lip.

Teddy crossed his arms, and huffed. "Those eyes don't work on me anymore, Kaplan."

"Don't they, though?"

"Billy."

"Hey - I'm just saying!"
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
April


Ever since she had started at Avengers Academy, April had wanted to win the Contest of Champions. Her parents had never explicitly set out expectations for her, but they had been implied nonetheless. She had to be great. Her father was a SHIELD agent and a powerful mutant, and her mother a brilliant doctor and avatar of a Greek goddess. She had to be perfect. She had to achieve the highest grades, excel in athletics, take to superheroics with the weight of her parents’ legacy on her shoulders. She was meant to be student body president, to score straight As, to be voted royalty at the school dance, receive offers to an Ivy League college, win the Contest of Champions, and so much more. She wasn’t meant to crumble or be ill - she wasn’t meant to hang out with the wrong people or get weird ideas about the world and her place in it. Under so much pressure, she wasn’t allowed to break.

She had refused to see her parents when she was in CAGE. But in truth, she didn’t even know if they had tried to visit her. She’d persisted anyways, committing to her training, even as the lithium keeping her even made her hands tremble. She hadn’t wanted to let them down - even if she didn’t know who they were anymore.

Was she scared of letting down her parents - people who always chose her sister over her, whose faces she knew weren’t in the stands today?

Or was she scared of letting down her friends?

Danni and Dorian.

Leah and Sabine.

Andy and Percy.

They’d all worked so hard. She hated to think about it, but they’d died for this. They’d been - she’d been so stupid, trusting Arcade. If she hadn’t wanted this so hard, so much - if she hadn’t been straining under the weight of a dream she wasn’t even sure was hers - would she have been so easily tricked? Could she have stopped it in time? Had it even been worth it?

Had anything she’d done because of her supposed ambitions been worth it?

Where did expectations end and she begin?

Danni had fallen. Sabine had surrendered, morally objecting to the fight. Leah followed her. Dorian - Dorian, he didn’t surrender, but her urged others to do so. Billy and Teddy. Her cousin - her cousin that was essentially a stranger to her, the side of herself she had never been allowed to explore. He surrendered.

Was this dream about to die?

She stood, consumed with uncertainty, as the paths diverged before her - as Andy… her teammate, but someone she couldn’t remember ever spending time with outside of training, every really getting to know, despite all they’d been through - as Andy laid her soul bare. And affirmed why she would continue to fight - why she would never surrender.

Her heart swelled with emotion.

Andy was incredible.

She knew who she was.

April wished she could be more like her - that she could know who she was, when all of the bullshit and trappings of others were taken away. And this, this moment, she had a choice. She could follow her ex-girlfriends off the field. She could say that the Contest of Champions wasn’t her dream. And it would be okay.

But it would be a lie.

This was her dream.

This was about more than fighting for others.

This was about fighting for herself.

Maybe she didn’t actually care about dance royalty or student body president or perfect grades - but she cared about this. She didn’t have a family there to tell her she was making the right choice, that they were so proud of her. But she was proud of herself.

Even if they lost.

Even if the others didn’t want to continue.

April hit her fists together, and gave Andy a grin. “With you till the end of the line,” she said with a wink.
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Morose@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192
Morning - Thr. December 16th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana
April looked on in awe, mesmerized by the events that unfolded before her. A stray tear fell from her eyes, as the Entity reached out and embraced everyone, a warm familiar sensation enveloping her. And then as quickly and suddenly as the Entity had formed, it was gone - replaced by her dearest friends, by Danni and Dorian, and her cousin’s spirit, slowly falling back into his still floating body. She was speechless and still for a moment - a little stunned at Leah’s hit, given that Leah had been the one to call for a ceasefire. She hadn’t thought Leah could be two-faced like that. It unsettled her slightly, thinking about her obtusely honest ex-girlfriend being capable of deceit… so she set it aside.

“Are they allowed to do that?” she asked, as Andy suggested that the Young Avengers simply surrender in defeat, after everything that had happened. She knew that she ought to have made an attack - but she felt guilty. She didn’t want to fragile the tentative peace, not until she was sure that everyone was okay - Danni looked like death, and she wanted nothing more than to rush over to him to check on him, and Dorian… April bit her lip. She didn’t know how he was doing.

But at the same time, this was the contest she had been preparing for for years - she didn’t want it to just end like this. She didn’t want the Young Avengers to give up. She wanted them to fight till the last one standing - for them to be able to really prove that Excelsior was just as good as them. “But if you guys are good to fight… I’d love to continue beating the shit out of each other for the prize?” she rubbed the back of her neck, before pulling water around her fists like boxing gloves.

Percy, of course, was having an even worse time. He’d fled to the stands, only to be pulled back down by the Entity, hugged and his hair ruffled. If he had been on the edge of a meltdown, the physical contact pushed him over. His skin felt like it was on fire, swarmed by ants with the touch. He couldn’t control his face or his emotions, as the ugliest tears roared out of him, so thick that he couldn’t see. He wanted to be anywhere else, he couldn’t breathe, he didn’t know where he wanted to be, but he knew that he didn’t want to be. The roar of the crowd was deafening, what he could see of the lights was blinding, and even the feeling of air on his skin was like a lash. He was beyond overstimulated, every sense dialed up to a thousand. His heart was going faster and faster, the energy of his powers swelling up around him, and then… Suddenly, he was gone, reappearing not on the stage or in the arena, but in medical, the doctors having made the decision to remove him from the competition.

April’s eyes widened. “Um… Percy?”

As for the reigning champions, the Young Avengers, America flew down to Danni, cheering for him with a victory whoop. “That was incredible!!” she enthused, clapping him on the back. “You’ll have to tell me what that’s like! And with the demiurge mixed in, dios mío that’s intense shit you just did!!” She was positively beaming, until her face fell for a moment. Her clap on Danni’s back had been a little too strong, evidently - as he collapsed to the ground in a faint, and vanished, evacuated to medical a moment later. “Shit… I didn’t… Oh boy… I really need to learn my own strength, huh?” she bit her lip, before looking over to Leah.

America pointed at Leah, and then at herself, and then banged her fists together. She had an iconic plan - grapple Leah, and fly with her up into the sky, so high up that she wouldn’t have any access to Earth. And this plan would have worked, had she not been greedy - had her first attempt to grapple Leah leave her overpowered, and on her second, pinned - ending up in the very situation she had envisioned for Leah. With her arms pinned together, she was struggling, straining, unable to fly. Awkward.

Patriot wasn’t doing well either. He was in bad shape, one punch away from collapsing and not getting up. Each breath was agony, as if metal was scraping up against his lungs. “Cassie - try - try plan - fuck - just - make some space!” he hacked out. He hit his own abdomen, as if that would jumpstart his healing factor, but it did little for him. “Billy - get your - get your fucking head in the game!” he added.

Cassie nodded - in her giant size, she had a relatively easy way to make space. The threat of a fireball had gone away, so it was okay for them to group up. And with Billy clearly rattled and Eli on his last leg, they needed to defend each other better - the few of them left. She flung her arms out, knocking back Andy and Sabine - Sabine who would be seeing stars, already so critically wounded from America earlier - Leah and Dorian and April managed to dodge the attack, in one way or another. But the goal had been to create space, and to that effect, it worked, as Cassie prepared herself to defend.

“C’mon, Billy… If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to,” Hulkling said softly, mid conversation with his boyfriend. It had started telepathically, as Billy had slipped back into his body - and continued through gestures, as he guarded his boyfriend, flying them down to where Cassie and Eli were. “I don’t care about the contest. I care about you.”

“‘M fine,” Billy murmured, the blue magic in his eyes somewhat dimmer, as he chanted out a protection spell, a glowing astral shield appearing around him. Voices and visions were rattling around in his head, and he was there, but not really there. The Entity had been a beautiful dream for Danni and Dorian; for him, it had been a nightmare, one he hadn’t quite woken up from even now. “Let’s just finish this,” he grumbled, as his chest heaved slightly - as he almost fell to pieces.

“Are you… Fine, we’ll finish this. But we’re talking about this after, okay? We - we promised each other. No more secrets,” Teddy argued, setting his jaw. He then glanced out at Excelsior. “Come on, then! Finish us already! Whatever you have to throw at us, we can take it!” He blinked back the tears that threatened to spill. “What are you waiting for?!”
In Camp Lava Lake → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Camp Lava Lake
Skills: N/A
Would she be happier with Emily? No. Would Zeke be happier without her? She didn’t want to know the answer to that question. Her stomach soured slightly. There was an ever present shadow lurking in their lives lately. She’d never been interested in finding a person, buying flowers and chocolates, cuddling under the stars - all the sort of things she suspected her brother was interested in. Her presence was a complication. A small part of her whispered to pull away first, that it would hurt less than the inevitable abandonment.

Not that she really considered Emily as wanting her presence either. She was clearly with Marco. It became painfully obvious to her in that moment how alone she’d be. Emily with Marco, her brother with Demetri, Aster with himself. It was a hurt she hadn’t really sat with before, and one she’d always been afraid of. She ducked out from underneath her brother’s arm. She didn’t want to be touched right now. “I don’t care,” she lied. “Sleep with who you want.”

She then stared for a moment at the rest of the group, as they all started to move towards the cabin, keys jingling about. Something inside her twitched slightly. Especially as Zeke didn’t move to go with Dobbs. She hadn’t expected strangers to care enough to learn to use the radio for her, but she thought her brother would have. A dark thought occurred to her and she shook it out of her head. She didn’t want to talk about division of labor right now. So she moved out after Dobbs instead.
In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: the Library
Grimoire: N/A
Skills: N/A
Wild Magic Build Up: triggers on a 1, 2, or 3
Jake startled slightly, as the Barty approached him after his history lesson, eyeing him up and down. Something about the gaze made Jake shiver. He felt strangely warm in odd places. He asked him odd questions. How did he know that the statue was alive? How did he know about protection? Jake stared back at him blankly, reaching for words and concepts, and instead just finding inevitability, simplicity. He knew because he felt it. Couldn't they feel it? When he had fed the statue some of his magic, he felt it. It just was.

"I just... I just know," he answered. He didn't know any of the fancy names people had given to the rules or principles of magic. He didn't know how to explain this in a way that made sense. "I felt it. I felt him. Just like... Just like how you can feel the dirt in the greenhouse as you work with the plants, or how I could taste the horrible candy last night. Can you... can you not feel him?" He tilted his head, confused. Barty had given the statue some of his magic. Surely he would have been able to too? He was so much smarter and prettier and better than Jake, it didn't make sense that he could do something that Barty couldn't.

And then, Croan admonished him for what he had done. His eyes widened slightly. It was much like what Nicholas had said. He hadn't thought too deeply about it then - it hadn't made any sense to him, why would a protector need protecting? His role was to prevent danger. Danger couldn't then be a threat to him, too? But having it repeated, it forced him to slow down and consider it. Maybe putting himself in danger was bad. If he was in danger, he could get hurt. And if he were hurt, he couldn't protect people. His mouth opened into a small 'o' as it all clicked into place. If he was going to protect others, he had to protect himself. And the best way to protect himself from danger was to never give it an opportunity in the first place. Danger had to be pulled out by the root, cut down before it could grow and fester.

But Croan had a question too - he asked it oddly, though, as if it was a sentence instead. Croan said they didn't know what the source of the magic was. Jake tilted his head again, this time to the opposite side. He concentrated on the experience he'd just had moments prior. He'd felt the magic - the magic the man had crafted. It was powered by what the statue was holding. His stomach rumbled. And as he stared at the statue again, focusing on the artifact, he realized something else. There was more magic there. He could smell the hints of Croan on it. The professor must have been trying to help the statue man! Relief flooded him. "That's the source. Your magic is there, too," Jake then said, pointing at the artifact - and not, this time, touching it.
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Morose@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192
Morning - Thr. December 16th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana


This was not supposed to happen.

The Contest of Champions was a universe-renowned competition, showcasing the best and brightest upcoming superheroes. It eclipsed most sporting events in popularity, with some of its critics referring to it as a socially acceptable Hunger Games. It came with fame, brand deals, attention from famous superheroes, a million dollar cash prize, Fortnite skins - everything a young hero could want. And while in the past its matches had been more complicated, from convoy escorts to rescuing hostages and disaster mitigation, this year’s tournament had been more simple - asking one team to dominate the other, to fight to the last hero standing.

There was no scenario in which this was supposed to happen.

No scenario in which two mutant boys from opposing teams would merge together, the boundaries becoming blurred where one ended and the other began, their souls losing consistency and structure and resulting in… this.

A newborn cosmic Entity, flexing Its muscles for the first time.

At least Leah had fixed the arena. A sudden display of teamwork and camaraderie as the competitors worked together to free their opponents from the rubble wasn’t good for ratings.

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The Young Avengers left on the field had no experience when it came to Genosha. Their only mutant members were the twins, Wiccan and Speed - Speed was in medical, and while Wiccan’s body was still suspended in the air above the arena, his soul had been fused into the Entity. Hulkling and America’s own interests tended more towards the cosmic side of things, whereas Patriot focused on super soldier programs of the past. Cassie was more into street level threats. They were out of their depth. So as Leah explained that she had an idea of what was going on - and as Andy added that she knew how to stop this - they were relieved and complied.

“A god…?” Patriot muttered, incredulous. Gods were a dime a dozen in his world, but he had a feeling that the Entity meant something more than someone like Thor. He felt incredibly overwhelmed, but forced those feelings deep down. If the plan was to have Danni join the Entity and break it apart from the inside… Well, he could use some encouragement - maybe even some inspiration. “HotShot? You look hot as shit right now. You’ve got this, man,” Patriot called out.

“Y-yeah! You can do this! But you don’t have to, if you don’t want to, we can figure something else out?” Cassie encouraged.

Hulkling hated this. He hated how powerless he felt. He hated that he didn’t know what he could do, that his boyfriend’s body was floating lifeless, and that his soul apparently had been merged into this thing. He flew forwards, gently taking Billy’s body into his hands. He didn’t know if the Entity would care to keep Billy safe. He wasn’t going to risk it. This wasn’t how today was supposed to go. It was supposed to be a fun sparring match - not… not existential dread. “Billy… If you can hear me, baby, come back,” Hulkling pleaded quietly. “Don’t choose this instead.”

“Yeah - if you don’t undo this, I’m going to kick the shit out of you, Billy!” America chimed in - her tone clearly playful, with only an undercurrent of threatening.

The Young Avengers weren’t the only ones finding themselves on the knife’s edge, yet somewhat powerless to take further action. Percy’s stomach churned. That… that was Dorian? His boyfriend had merged with Wiccan - with Billy Maximoff... He didn’t… He didn’t like that. He didn’t like that at all. His face felt hot, his hands clammy, and for a moment he felt like he was going to vomit on galactic television. He knew that his boyfriend loved him. He knew… that his boyfriend had crushed on Billy first. And… Gods, he wanted a drink. He wanted to steady his racing mind, especially as Andy explained that… that this was a choice… and the - and Dorian, he… He was extending a hand out to Danni, and he didn’t…

Percy stumbled backwards slightly, the world feeling like it was spinning, like he couldn’t breathe. Usually his emotional response was anger, but this… This he couldn’t… Didn’t… He kept on moving backwards, as his body threatened to betray him - and even if he had been able to open his mouth to speak, he wouldn’t have known how to communicate - he was used to having every language at his finger tips, and now they were all gone, and Dorian… Dorian was choosing other people and… It was a choice… That was all Percy could focus on… That this was a choice.

He didn’t want to be here anymore. He wanted to leave. Blue energy crackled around his body as instinct kicked in - instinct that he couldn’t fight - as he teleported as far as he could from the stage, reappearing somewhere in the stands.

As for April… She didn’t know what to do or what to say. Danni was clearly hurt - a pain that she couldn’t help but wince at as he expressed. This blowup was a long time coming. The sort of blowup they’d danced around throughout the school year so far, tiptoeing up to the conversation but jumping away from it at the last second. She just sort of stood there, at a complete loss. Billy and Dorian had willingly combined together to make an Entity… why? ”So um… Are you two… or one… still wanting to compete? Or like… what was the end goal here… do you have a name you want us to call you by?” she rubbed the back of her neck, feeling incredibly awkward.

Would the referees tell them they had to get on with it? Was this somehow against a rule? If Danni went to join the hive mind, would he be able to encourage them to end it? Would they ever end it? Had she just lost her best friend to… whatever this was? Dorian wanted to win the contest more than anyone, more than anything - so… there had to be a reason behind this. Had something gone wrong? Had something gone right? Should they take advantage of the pause to attack the Young Avengers, knock them out while there were just four of them on the field? Was she going to lose Danni too? She saw Percy teleport, but not where he’d reappeared - did he have a plan? Some other way to fix things… if they needed fixing?

She shivered, scared, and looked towards Sabine. She didn’t know if Sabine could hear her thoughts all the time, or just when focused on them, but… If they don’t want help… I think they need help…


In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: the Library
Grimoire: N/A
Skills: N/A
Wild Magic Build Up: triggers on a 1 or 2


Croan slapped Jake’s hand.

For a moment, he didn’t react. He just stared. Had that really happened? His gaze shifted, as he stared at the professor wordlessly. His jaw shifted. He was otherwise completely still, studying him. And then he broke into a smile, and removed his hand with a delayed flinch.

He tilted his head as Croan asked him to think. He’d only just learned what a curse was the previous night. Curses were cold things, cruel things - his mind flashed unbidden to the sensation of feet pressed on his back, his face struggling to contain swelling pressure. He shuddered again. And this statue… it had pulled at Barty’s magic, a description that raised his hackles, but he hadn’t said it was cold. He said it was light - that it was like the sky - Jake loved the sky. It couldn’t have been a curse, then.

If anything… the more he looked at the statue, the more it felt strangely familiar… The words were lost to him. It was just something he knew, something he couldn’t explain, but something he had forgotten all the same. His eyebrows furrowed, he turned to look at Connie and Barty, rather than Croan. “It’s hungry,” he said softly. “It needs more magic…”

And then, moving almost as if in a dreamlike trance, Jake removed his glove and pressed his hand to the statue. The very hand Croan had slapped away moments before. He didn’t know how much magic he had to give, but he gave it anyway.

The sensation took his breath away.

It was deep and old - powerful, almost endless magic. It was mesmerizing in its intensity, even as he felt the undercurrent of need. It wanted to consume him. It was what it had been made to do. His heart broke. Tears spilled from the corners of his eyes. It didn’t have a choice. And it wasn’t cold. It was warm and bright - it was love. Love and… and something that made his skin feel like it was crying, like he was being crushed under some weight, like he was running without escape. Desperation. That was the word.

It wasn’t a curse at all. Jake didn’t know the word for what it was. But it was for protection - for keeping someone safe. And deep within the stone, there was someone alive.

“He’s alive!” Jake pleaded, as if that would somehow - somehow make this stop. Whatever this was. “Can he hear us?” Could they hear him - communicate with him somehow? His mind darted to the token Nicholas had given him. Could Nicholas communicate with people who could not speak? “This is supposed to protect people - who did this? Why?” This he directed to Croan, almost as an accusation.
In Camp Lava Lake → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Camp Lava Lake Trail Head
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Well that was... disappointing. Dobbs had just been trying to scare them - and not even putting in decent effort into it. He immediately gave up on the ghost stories when pressed, and Nancy crossed her arms. She would have liked for something a little more spooky to have happened here - something worth looking into. Not that she wanted for there to be a maniac on the loose - but evidence of past violence? Something to send a shiver down her spine? That would have been a greater rush than cleaning and repairing old cabins for a week. She didn't set this disappoint aside, but she nodded as Dobbs offered to walk her through the ham radio later. "I have epilepsy. It's no big deal, but it'd be rad if a few others got walked through how to use the radio too. I can't really call in myself when it's bad." And she didn't know if her brother would always be immediately reachable. She'd hate to have something go sideways just because Demi was the only one around.

The rich kid was... surprisingly somewhat competent? Nancy almost did a double take as he started putting out fires, advocating for figuring out sleeping arrangements, and what they were all able to do. But then again, he was rich. One of the only things rich people knew how to do was boss people around. It was no wonder he was somewhat talented at it. And then, his friend started introducing himself, suggesting that the cabins were probably going to be divided along gender lines. Nancy would be sharing a cabin with Emily, then. She liked the girl so far. They seemed to have pretty much the same estimation of Dobbs.

"Nancy," she said, looking at the three strangers. "I don't mind sharing a cabin with boys." She just didn't want to share one while her brother was playing arcade games. "But if you want a girls only cabin, I'm fine with that too, Emily - can I call you Em?"
In Morose's Characters → 7 mos ago Forum: Character Sheets
Florence Minnelli
Florence Minnelli

"There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand" -Mary Shelley
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