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My power grows exponentially each day as we come nearer to Halloween.
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In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi
Morning - Sat. January 15th, 2039 - Los Angeles, California


@Blizz@PatientBean: Carlie shrieked as the butterfly knife hit her in the stomach, her rage only deepening as she caught her other brother, Carl, snickering. “CARLOS! DON’T TELL ME YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT!” And as Sabine approached, she shot the most popular girl in school a scathing look, her veins prominent and about ready to burst as Sabine read her the riot act, chastising her for how she’d treated someone she didn’t even know. She opened her mouth, about to cuss Sabine out, to tell her that she was a spoiled princess and there was no pain she could do to her that her mother hadn’t already done - but Carl shook his head.

“It’s not worth it,” he cautioned. “And I don’t need to be psychic to know you wouldn’t walk away from that fight remembering how to tie your shoes.”

A little bit away, Carlos was pondering the questions from Marlena and Sabine. His visions were never clear, always covered in a haze of possibility. The future was never set in stone, always in flux, so it was like looking through a kaleidoscope and trying to identify the real image from the possible. There were some things that were clear - Sabine’s appearance, the bear, the swords, the million other blonde girls, the rest of Excelsior. And others… others were less so.

Sometimes, you were dangling upside down with a rope around your ankle, he told Marlena.

I wish I could tell you if you were happy or if you were fighting - I don’t just see one future, I see dozens of them, all overlapping. It makes picking out the smaller details hard. The only other thing I remember is that you were dancing - all of Excelsior. Not the way we dance, though, it was older - more elegant. Like Bridgerton, but gay. Does that help?
April Kingston-Gray

Location: Margaret Carter - Near Fortune Telling Tent
Magic Items: Kingston-Gray Bracelet, River Styx Water, Hair Dying Comb
First Day Fit: Denim jumpsuit and shorts, pink streaked hair and orange tinted sunglasses


April gasped as Danni tried to pin the bad sibling card on them. “Danni! No way! I’m the one who agreed to not tell everyone the big news yet to not ruin his boyfriend’s birthday!” they protested. Of course, they suspected that Percy probably felt his birthday had been ruined already with Chase and everything that had happened - but maybe a mysterious visitor from… April had no idea where Glimpse was from… would be just what he needed to turn things around? Or maybe the mysterious dream Dorian had had? “Pa is gonna kill you if he finds out you’re hiding this stuff from them all. Appa and Pops too. And not even Papa will be able to get you out of this one, he can’t distract all of them with a new slutty pose.” But whereas Danni had gone for the dramatics on this, April’s rambling was more concerned - they didn’t want to see their brother get in trouble. They’d finally gotten all the Kingston-Gray kids no longer grounded and this would definitely get Dorian thrown in anti-astral jail. Or worse, the dads would maybe decide enough was enough, the kids couldn’t be trusted, and pull them from school!

As much as they were still uneasy about the idea of leaving Andy alone, she had Gideon with her - and now Chase and Vicky - and at the end of the day, she could take care of herself. She didn’t doubt that Andy could wipe the floor with anyone who dared to try her. She probably could have won the Contest of Champions all by herself - and she’d only needed help against Arcade since he’d cheated and stuck her in a simulation.

So April headed over to the little green space Dorian had indicated. It was the only patch of grass not covered in snow for the festival, which begged questions that they didn’t have the time to be distracted by. They needed to figure out Dorian’s dream - all while keeping an eye on Glimpse and Andy from a distance.

“Okay, so to recap you saw Nemo, and he saw you, and he said your name - and then you woke up?” April confirmed, before frowning. They wished Sabine was there. Sabine could probably just shunt around Dorian’s memory of the dream better than he could describe it - provided he consented to her looking around in his head. “D’you know what the place looked like? Like was he in some creepy sci-fi lab? On a boat to a far away land filled with magic and fun? At a coffee shop? And, like, was he happy to see you? Was he all Dorian, my bestie! My fav student! Yay! or more like Dorian, shit, you weren’t supposed to know I’d committed insurance fraud?”

“We obvi have to go find him, and if he faked his death on purpose, I think he owes us all gelato - for pain and suffering,” they added. They’d cried their eyes out when they’d heard the news of Nemo’s death and they hadn’t even been super close with the professor. Granted, they’d been crying a lot at the end of the fall semester for a lot of reasons, and they’d always been a crier, but still. It’d been a lot to deal with! Not that April wanted Nemo to be suffering or having a terrible time, just a… slightly bad time, an inconvenient and annoying and mildly stressful time, one not so bad that it would give him lasting trauma, but enough that he hadn’t been completely callous and abandoned them before the most important fight of their lives.

They gave Leah a hug as she came over and joined them all. “And yeah, totally fine! My voice might be, like, dead tomorrow ‘cause of all the screaming but I’m good! What about you?” They realized a second too late that of course Leah was fine. Leah hadn’t strapped themselves to Danni and a baby dragon and shot across the school ground.
Percy Novikov

Location: Margaret Carter - Near Fortune Telling Tent
Magic Items: Mystery watch from Agatha Harkness, Dorian sex bracelet
First Day Fit: Black Hoodie, Jeans, and Vans


Despite having been the one to text Chase and ask him to come offer his perspective on the question of Glimpse’s legitimacy, Percy’s stomach was in knots as his former best friend and middle school bully stepped out of his shadow. It was strangely intimate, almost violating - he curled his toes and he stepped closer to Dorian, halfway behind his boyfriend as his heart pounded. “Erm, the Holy See of Ishgard, it’s… It’s a theocratic city-state from the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy 14.” The only video game Percy had ever really played, lured in by the extensive lore and heavy amount of text coupled with inspiration drawn from several mythologies. He swallowed slightly.

It had been challenging to hear Chase call him Percival. It was no easier to hear B’elle.

He had his answer, however. The girl’s clothes were not from any historical period Chase was familiar with, but they were high quality. The odds of a random student pulling a prank on them all were low. It was possible she’d acquired the gear from a tailor specializing in high quality items, perhaps it was even meant to be a superhero costume design with inspiration from medieval and fantasy garb, but still… It was a mystery to be solved, one that they would make no progress with if they continued to crowd her. Andy had bade them all to give them space, so Percy withdrew with Dorian to the grassy area, still holding onto his boyfriend and shaking ever so slightly, so little no one else would be able to see but enough that Dorian could feel the tremors.

He did pause for a moment though, looking at Chase - Chase who had now inserted himself in the way of conflict between Gideon and the newcomer on his behalf. “... The information is appreciated,” he forced out, the closest he could get himself to say to thank you.

“What do you remember from your dream? Any details could be helpful. Perhaps you could recall from the beginning?” And then, he frowned again. Dorian’s powers were unique in their ability to allow him to dreamwalk. He knew very little of how that ability functioned. “Have you seen things like this before when you became astral in sleep? Is this typical?” They knew, of course, that it was possible Nemo was still alive. Dorian’s father had failed to summon his spirit, something he knew ought to have been impossible for the omega level mutant. Unless, of course, Ser Nemo had never died.

“Do you think if you were to sleep again, you could intentionally revisit him, using techniques similar to lucid dreaming?”

In Camp Lava Lake → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Mario World
Skills: N/A
Slowly, the world was becoming more and more coherent, a bit of the fuzziness around the edges sharpening and crystallizing into place. Unfortunately, it meant her least favorite part about having epilepsy had also materialized - the attention. It wasn’t just her and Demi anymore. Zeke, Aster, and Dobbs had all shown up and she didn’t doubt that Marco and Emily would be there soon. Half of the time it seemed to be more about making sure whatever random bystanders happened to be around felt good about themselves, that they’d done the work to be good people. All Nancy herself wanted was to curl up in a sleeping bag with a bottle of water and some chips.

“I’m fine, guys, really,” she said, both surprised but touched at how Demi seemed to be… trying to defend her honor with Aster? Or maybe he was just trying to impress Zeke, but still… He’d done the right things when she was seizing, and she could’ve sworn she saw a tear in his eye? “Just tired, hungry, and thirsty. Nothing’s broken.” She slowly stood up to her feet, her legs shaking. “We don’t need to make a big deal out of this, okay? Everyone just… go back to what you were doing.”

And gods forbid someone try to hug her.

In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Morose@Blizz@Kirah@PatientBean@KazAlkemi@kittyluna45
Evening - Fri. Nov. 1st, 2040


The magpies regarded the head with interest, chittering back and forth among themselves. And then, as if to say we told you so, they began to peck at Rohan’s ears and forehead, the irritating little things. However, that did not satisfy them for long, as they changed their target, pecking right above his mouth three times, before staring at him pointedly, unblinking.
Location: the Dungeons
Grimoire: N/A
Skills: N/A
Wild Magic Build Up: triggers on a 1


Jake was absolutely fascinated at Connie’s display of magic, his eyes wide with admiration as she changed the wall into something a little more pliable, something more readily ripped and torn. Cassie didn’t miss a beat, tearing away at it to reveal their prize - the missing head! They could complete Frankie’s toy, now! He was about to jump for joy when he saw Cassie tumble backwards, completely silent but obviously terrified, pointing at what she had found. She was about to fall and he quickly threw out his arms, tucking one under each shoulder to hold her up and keep her steady. Annika knelt down next to her, asking if she was alright…

… and one of his favorite people did something that made Jake incredibly sad and confused. Barty blew smoke in his and Cassie’s faces. He wrinkled his nose, the smell of it something he could not quite place - it seemed… relaxing? Oh! The sadness lifted, as he realized Barty was just trying to help! He wanted Cassie to be able to smell some nice, relaxing smoke and breathe it all in after she’d been so scared! “Thank you! Can she have that, maybe? It might help a lot!”

He understood the instruction, too, as Barty went on about guarding - and how he looked right at Jake! That was his job, his purpose here. He was supposed to protect everyone. If something was killing students, he was going to keep Cassie and everyone safe. “I’ll keep all of you safe - I promise!” he preened, still holding onto Cassie to steady her. He was curious about the head, especially as Frankie mentioned it matched the body parts upstairs. He didn’t know how these things worked - he didn’t know how anything worked - but if they could figure out what had happened to this student, then Jake could figure out how to stop it from happening to anyone else.

He tilted his head for a moment, thinking. Maybe they should all sleep in the same place! Then he could keep an eye on everyone while they slept and make sure nothing bad happened to them! And they could play!!! “I have a plan,” he puffed up his chest. “Everyone gets pedi-manis and we all sleep together. I can watch everyone sleep. And if something tries to hurt you, I'll stop it! It'll be so easy and so fun!”
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi
Morning - Sat. January 15th, 2039 - Los Angeles, California


@Blizz@PatientBean: I’m a pre-cog! As opposed to a post-cog, get it? Anyway! Yeah, I see the future when I sleep. It’s why Carlie’s being such a grumpy puss right now… I didn’t foresee that her crush would shoot her down today… But I just kept seeing teenage girls with swords, including you and… actually, I think you might have been there, too. I think all of you were there. And there was… a bear? It didn’t make a lot of sense, but if any of that means anything to you, let me know!!

He thought a little more deeply about Sabine’s question. The image was hard to describe, hard to put into words, but he settled on… Sparkly. You looked sparkly.

Carlie, meanwhile, was unimpressed with the information that Jotunheim was cold. “What are you going to tell me next, Atlantis is wet?” she scoffed. “Or that Death Valley is hot? Please, continue. I’m all ears.”
April Kingston-Gray

Location: Margaret Carter - Near Fortune Telling Tent
Magic Items: Kingston-Gray Bracelet, River Styx Water, Hair Dying Comb
First Day Fit: Denim jumpsuit and shorts, pink streaked hair and orange tinted sunglasses


April shrieked at the revelation that this was Glimpse. The Glimpse that was Pops’ maybe-dead maybe-alive best friend from the Mutant Underground. The Glimpse who was, as their brothers said, the only telepath Pops had ever liked. The Glimpse who… who was… who was known for doing… things? And did those things in… places? Their cheeks burned a bit with embarrassment, as they couldn’t remember any other facts about this person. They didn’t have Dorian’s encyclopedic knowledge of all the missing pals of their parents, and given that Andy and the other one had already shown up, maybe they really ought to start studying the Mutant Underground roster a little more closely.

They didn’t text Pops and the others, though, for the same reason that Danni didn’t - a brief moment of eye contact between the siblings serving as an expression of the horror and awkwardness of what their parents were undoubtedly up to at the moment. This news could wait. They’d tell them Glimpse was back later…

“How do we know you’re the real Glimpse?” Percy challenged, his arms crossed.

April blinked, their head spinning for a moment. He was so right! Why didn’t they think of that? Dorian must have caught it too, with how cautious he was being. They held their hands in front of them in a T, fingers of one hand pressed perpendicular against the palm of the other. They didn’t doubt that Andy could handle herself against fake Glimpse if needed - a battle of the Lunas, that was her real name, right? - but they weren’t about to just abandon her. “Hold up, before we all go off to talk about - what the fuck, you dreamed about Nemo and omg we have to talk about that holy shit you know how Pa is always saying that dreams can be more than they seem and to pay attention to them, especially you because of your powers and everything and omg omg omg Nemo??? - sorry, sidetracked, what I wanted to say is… We need proof that you’re really Glimpse before we’re going to trust you to not be here to grab Andy. Maybe you’re one of those time agents and you’re here to kidnap her, and you’re just disguised as a kid? So! Hmmm.”

“Got it! Tell us something only the real Glimpse would know. Tell us… how does Pops take his coffee in the morning? If you know that, then you’re her. If you don’t, then you’re… idk, a skrull or a robot impostor or something??”
Percy Novikov

Location: Margaret Carter - Near Fortune Telling Tent
Magic Items: Mystery watch from Agatha Harkness, Dorian sex bracelet
First Day Fit: Black Hoodie, Jeans, and Vans


Percy was not intimidated by this newcomer. He was used to having glares thrown in his direction and her attempts to startle the group did not phase him. Instead, he tried to find inconsistencies in her appearance for her claims… but this was not his area of expertise. His special interest was Greco-Roman, in the classical period. He did not know how to identify a hastily stitched together garb to appear medieval and the genuine article, how to suss out if this was an odd trick being played upon them or something more real. He didn’t know why a lost member of the Mutant Underground was dressed like this, and despite April’s attempt to devise a test, if this was a telepath they were dealing with, she would simply pluck the answers from their heads.

His frown deepened.

He took out his phone and pulled up a text thread - his brain stopping as he saw… hearts?? His face burned crimson, how had… what…



His nerves were already beyond shot and fried, so much so that he couldn’t distinguish his extreme unease with needing Chase’s expert opinion and the trepidation at Dorian having dreamed of Ser Nemo. He disliked the professor and did not miss him, but he knew he had been a mentor to his boyfriend - that for whatever reason, Dorian had found the lousy old fool charming rather than irritating and pretentious. “You dreamt of Ser Nemo?” he repeated. He was practically scowling now, not at Dorian but at everything that was happening. “…Do you know where he is? Is he alive?”
In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Morose@Blizz@Kirah@PatientBean@KazAlkemi@kittyluna45
Evening - Fri. Nov. 1st, 2040


The magpies stared forward at the wall intently, leaning slightly as to get a better view, their necks jutting out. They did not blink. It was a stone wall, created from individual pieces. Whereas the majority of the wall was smooth and undisturbed, the portion directly in front of them - no bigger than a foot in length or width - had clearly been moved recently, the stones shoved back into place to seal it once more.

Location: the Dungeons
Grimoire: N/A
Skills: N/A
Wild Magic Build Up: triggers on a 1


Something cold curled up in Jake, as he heard a strange edge in Rohan’s tone… directed at him. It took him aback for a moment, as he tried to figure out its meaning - tried to understand why his new friend would sound upset… but at him? The more he thought about it, the more that chill spread throughout him, and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all. It felt the same as when he’d been stepped on the night before. He’d been warned about Nicky and Barty - should he have been warned about Rohan, too? Would Rohan - who seemed so wonderful with all his pets, so kind and gentle and caring and dashing - hurt him too?

He didn’t know how to regulate those emotions just yet, so he stared back at Rohan, his eyes strangely wet and misting.

“Y-yeah, I’m great!” Jake reassured Cassie, perking up for his best friend. “How are you? Are you having fun? Do you want to play together when this is over?” He cheered as Cassie conjured up a butterfly, watching in amazement as it fluttered out of her hand and collided with the wall, exploding in a burst of flames. Nothing had happened to the wall, but that was so cool! “That’s incredible!!!!” He’d already forgotten Rohan’s irritation with him not being quiet. “You gotta teach me how to do that, I wanna try, I wanna try!!!!”

And then, another thing occurred to him. “I have blood!” He pointed at his cheek, where the rouge had been applied. “Frankie used it to make my face pretty! Would that work? Can you use it?” he asked Finley.

He giggled at Barty’s joke. “Carrie! I get it! You’re so funny, Bally!”
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi
Morning - Sat. January 15th, 2039 - Los Angeles, California


@Blizz@PatientBean: Carlie regarded Leah with a flat expression for a moment, the living embodiment of the :| emoticon. “I’m from Australia, not Mars,” she scoffed, before her head tilted slightly in interest, “or whatever part of Jotunheim got hit hard with global warming.” She didn’t offer her name, crossing her arms as she studied the other girl a little longer. “You look like you want something from me. What is it - validation?”

Oh! I don’t mind! I’m demisexual, thanks for asking! My pronouns are he/him/his. What about you? Carlos replied happily to Marlena, although all in the immediate vicinity would hear his thoughts echoing in their minds. He didn’t seem to be able to filter out who he spoke to specifically - or maybe he simply didn’t care if others overheard him. He then angled himself to look at Sabine for a moment, rotating and turning until he came to a stop. You look really familiar… Oh! You were in my dream last night! Did you change your hair? It looks… normal.

@Kirah@Trainerblue192: As they arrived at the ice skating rink, Gideon could not help but cackle. “Look who it is!” She gestured towards the center of the ice, where two familiar faces were fumbling from a sudden entrance to the rink. “God, it’s like the fucking univese wants me to babysit these two. I ran into them at the contest, then we ran into them earlier, and here we are, back again, ready to finish what we started… I’ve got a new sword and some knuckle blades, you’re durable as shit, and now we have the added element of ice? Going to be a fucking legendary fight, let’s go!” she beamed, bounding up to the skate rental to grab a pair. She took a women’s thirteen.

@Forsythe: Vicky can successfully melt down the ramp… although it is a slow and grueling process. The larger issue, of course, is that the ramp was positioned at the base of the sledding hill - the base of the hill that was covered in snow and currently had a large number of students milling about, preparing for their next tubing run. The ramp melts. The large ramp melts. The large ramp melts to become a large amount of water. The water mixes with the snow on the ground and becomes a soupy, slushy mess. There is now a giant soup pond at the base of the tubing hill. A giant soup pond that a dozen students are currently hurtling at in their tubes.
April Kingston-Gray

Location: Margaret Carter - Near Fortune Telling Tent
Magic Items: Kingston-Gray Bracelet, River Styx Water, Hair Dying Comb
First Day Fit: Denim jumpsuit and shorts, pink streaked hair and orange tinted sunglasses


April frowned slightly, as a bit of shame crept in. Millie had already explained it wasn’t Luna Snow? How had they missed that, how had they - …oh. It must have been in the group chat Millie had with their brothers. The one they weren’t in. Right. They were being awkward in front of a literal pop star and… some troubled teen. Cool, cool, cool. That wasn’t social suicide at all. The posters of Excelsior everywhere definitely were offsetting any blunders they were making here, right? Before they could sink too deeply into a doom spiral though, they were brought back into the present as their brother wrapped himself around them, demanding that they turn the hot chocolate back into chocolate milk water. “Uh, Dorian possessed me and got rid of the hot chocolate water,” they apologized. “I guess it kinda ended up looking like yellow snow, but shittier… literally? I also, like, don’t wanna know what drinking that would do to your skin. Like probs major breakout territory. So maybe we get some fresh chocolate milk - maybe we can snag some from the cafeteria?”

They then studied the new girl for a moment. Her clothes were clearly not from this century - maybe even this universe. She looked like she belonged in a fantasy setting, maybe Game of Thrones or something along those lines, albeit a bit more colorful. There were a few students at the school who came from other worlds and it was always hard to adjust, so April eyed her with sympathy. “You know what her fit is giving?” they asked their brother. “Andy, with her Y2K fit. If she is timey-whimey, maybe Andy can help her calm down and settle in? Give her something to do that isn’t hitting everyone?” And if this new girl really was violent, maybe having Andy around would be a good call. Her fists were rated E for Everyone.

April’s phone was buzzing like crazy anyway, as they opened it up to several texts - from Marlena, Andy, Sabine, and Vicky. Their fingers were a blur as they shot back -



Percy Novikov

Location: Margaret Carter - Near Fortune Telling Tent
Magic Items: Mystery watch from Agatha Harkness, Dorian sex bracelet
First Day Fit: Black Hoodie, Jeans, and Vans
Percy squinted his eyes at the chat log, before nodding, impressed. “Some of Danni’s better spelling,” he remarked. It was almost legible. His brain had almost begun to recognize Danni’s texts as a distinct language of their own, particularly after his best friend had started insisting that Percy send emojis in his texts to help to convey tone. He only did it for Danni as otherwise, he was afraid the other boy would break down into tears, sobbing that Percy was being an ass… again. “But very well, let us go speak with Ysayle and hear of her vendetta against the Holy See.”

His heart skipped a beat as Dorian wrapped him up in his powers, gently gliding them both up and through the air, leaving the skating rink behind. Yes, they were on their way to deal with a new crisis, having barely made a few laps around the rink… but it was still sweet and soft, still incredible to be able to quite literally soar through the air with his boyfriend, to not just feel like he was floating around him but to actually be.

They landed outside the fortune teller’s tent - the same tent where a few months earlier, Agatha Harkness had proclaimed that Percy was already madly in love, and that he was destined to lose it all. He frowned as he saw it, a chill running up his spine. Mystical forces were difficult to parse and even more difficult to guard against. He had asked Mr. Gray some questions during those few moments where he was waiting for Dorian or Danni, but his answers had been confusing and meandering, as if he was more interested in ensuring he was aesthetically cool and mysterious than helpful. “I don’t suppose your father ever gave advice on what to do if you find a distressed girl outside a mystical tent?” he asked, before frowning even more sharply, practically scowling at the newcomer.
In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Morose@Blizz@Kirah@PatientBean@KazAlkemi@kittyluna45
Evening - Fri. Nov. 1st, 2040
The students had divided into three groups, a mystical and auspicious number. Just as good things come in threes, so do terrible ones. One group diving into the mystery of a head, another into tomes, and one more into dreams… On a night such as this, the air was heavy and thick, charged with the unknown, the unseen, the unsaid. What little safety exists at Strange Academy may very well be an illusion. One of their own had already disappeared, vanished - the remnants of a body discovered by Franklin, a head rumored to be stashed away in the darkest recesses of the school.

Perhaps it was for the best that nine went to the dungeon - that together, they might find strength that would otherwise elude them.

Good then, too, that two had gone to the library - that they would not be alone, as the wind hollowed outside and the sky darkened, as thunder rolled.

And yet, one went alone - one to their dormitory, their roommates occupied and gone.

If something were to happen to her, who would hear Willow scream?
Location: the Dungeons
Grimoire: Byeeeee (failed), Wild Magic Surge
Skills: N/A
Wild Magic Build Up: now triggers on a 1


“Don’t make too much noise, got it!!” Jake grinned. It did not occur to him that he was already making far too much noise. He hadn’t brought a light either, as he did not have very many possessions - and while he was about to helpfully explain that he could make purple sparkles, it seemed that the others had it handled. He gasped as Connie did some sort of incredible magic, light appearing out of a stick - and as Finley made lights dance around them - and Cassie made pink glitter! His classmates were so cool. “Can you show me how to do that?!”

He didn’t notice Cassie’s fear - or anyone’s fear, really. This was all so fun, so exciting! Almost all of his friends were here! He was half tempted to use the favor from Nicky to ask him to join them, so that way all of his favorite people could be present, but he really liked his gift and he didn’t want to let go of it, not just yet. He wanted to keep it for at least a day. Maybe he would use it to ask Nicky to join them for pedi-manis?

He froze for a moment though, as Finley and Dysphoria got very close. He wasn’t supposed to get this close to people. For a moment, his form became intangible, flickering as it had earlier - but he remained thoroughly grounded in space, as something else came over him. There was a swell of energy in his chest, almost the same feeling of pressure as the bubbles, and he threw his head back involuntarily, yelping in surprise. A wave of cold emanated out from Jake, colliding with each person assembled there, leaving them with a slight chill, a mild fatigue, the sensation of weakness - as if he were some sort of predator and they his prey…

He was dazed, feeling strangely emptied, as he took a moment to catch his breath, stumbling back away from Finley and Dysphoria to hit the wall. “If we… if we find the head, can we put him back together and bring him back?”


In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Blizz@Forsythe@Kirah@PatientBean@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi
Morning - Sat. January 15th, 2039 - Los Angeles, California


@Kirah: “Can I strap blades to my hands, too?” Gideon asked immediately, before laughing. She practically already did with her knuckle blades. Still, ice skating sounded fun. She’d never done it before, but she never found physical activities to be super challenging, so she wasn’t worried about whether or not she’d be able to pick it up. “You ever watch the Olympics? Some of the competitors are hot as shit. Especially the ones competing with rifles - girls actually dominate in the sport, our build is a little better for stability for hitting your shots. And don’t even get me started on how sexy the skaters are - fucking love watching. We should watch together this time, they’re coming up soon.”

The shouts didn’t phase her, either - they were par for the course at the Margaret Carter Institute.

@Blizz@PatientBean:

The three siblings all fell silent for a moment, as Marlena intruded in on their conversation. Eventually, though, the ice giantess scowled down at her. She’d evidently heard jokes poked at her height one too many times. “You’re not my type,” she dismissed, before gesturing at the boy with the glasses, “you can try Carl, though. He likes the smell of desperation in the morning.”

Carlos, the sentient cube, leaned back, yikes reverberating through everyone’s minds.

Carl, the seemingly normal albeit short boy, pushed his glasses up. “That may be true, but I am not interested in girls… Alas, my love is destined to be unrequited. He’s an ass but I know he would love to please me, if he was not in the arms of another, my sweet Novikoff.”

I’d be interested, Carlos chimed in. But in being your friend.
Percy Novikov

Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Festival
Magic Items: Mystery watch from Agatha Harkness, Dorian sex bracelet
First Day Fit: Black Hoodie, Jeans, and Vans


Ice skating was decidedly not one of Percy’s strengths. Despite Dorian’s claim that roller skating would translate, the moment his feet were on the ice, it was like he had never even walked before with all of the stability and grace of a newborn pup. He almost immediately slipped and fell, grabbing onto his boyfriend’s arm for dear life, every muscle in his body tensed and locked. His heart was pounding furiously, as much as he gritted his teeth and tried to force himself to calm, to relax. He knew that any injuries he obtained here could be healed in a second by Dorian’s father, but it would still be embarassing to smash his face into the ice in front of his partner. He wanted so desperately in that moment to be the cool Russian stereotype, to know how to skate on ice better than he knew how to walk on land - to be able to impress his boyfriend, even wrestle a bear barechested and walk away with a laugh, and completely dominate at every winter activity. He hadn’t even been able to handle baby Yetis.

“Yes,” Percy bit his lip, looking at his skates - which only served to make his balance worse. “He… Chase was the only friend I’ve ever had before coming here. He essentially lived at my house. His home life was… poor, to put it mildly, so my mothers ensured he had food, clothing, school supplies - all of it. I spent every birthday, every holiday, every day off from school with him.”

His face fell, though, as Dorian pulled out his phone and explained that his cousin needed him, that there was some sort of an emergency. He’d heard recently that sometimes, people would pretend there was a crisis in order to leave a situation they didn’t like - to leave a person they didn’t like. Was he…?

“Of course. Your cousin needs you. I understand,” he said softly. “Do you need help?”

April Kingston-Gray

Location: Margaret Carter - Stark Hall Roof
Magic Items: Kingston-Gray Bracelet, River Styx Water, Hair Dying Comb
First Day Fit: Denim jumpsuit and shorts, pink streaked hair and orange tinted sunglasses


April pulled out their phone, their eyes wide as Danni mentioned he hoped the family hadn’t been watching the stream. The rules placed on them were stricter than the ones on Dorian and Danni at the moment - if Danni were grounded from this stunt, April would be… April didn’t know a word to describe the punishments Pops and Appa would rain down upon them - Pa would probably side with them, too, and Papa was useless when it came to standing up against Pops when he was really angry. They let out a sigh of relief seeing that there weren’t any messages from the dads, only to see… a text from Andy. Phew. They weren’t ready for a hey, you up? text from Marlena just yet.

“Wait, wait, wait, Luna Snow?” April almost dropped their phone, accidentally hitting send on a message back to Andy halfway through, reading simply -



“That’s so unfair!!! I wanna meet Luna Snow!!! I wanna ask her if the rumors about her and White Fox are true, I need the yuri to be real Danni, I need the yuri to be real!!!” April screeched, running just as fast as Danni as their brother dragged them along, whether or not they’d managed to break a record or drawn the Eye of Pops completely forgotten. They were too jittery with excitement and nerves to create an ice slide, instead just a few sad puddles of water appearing around them as they sprinted, making a beeline for the fortune teller’s tent, not looking at all where they were going, completely unaware of their surroundings, of the other students milling about the carnival, of the freaked out looking blonde girl standing in the middle of the thoroughway until…

CRASH

The three of them collided - Danni, April, and a stranger who was decidedly not Luna Snow.

“Shit, shit, shit!!! Are you okay??? Do we need a medic??? Danni are you okay??? Amelie???? Amelieeeee????? Wait, omg, Millie, you're here!! Luna Snow has healing powers, ask her to come out here stat, okay?? Shit did we break her nose?? Please please please don't have a broken nose, Danni can't get blood on his outfit! And this is Dorian's so he will KILL me if I get blood on the clothes I stole or well borrowed fuck!!!”
In Camp Lava Lake → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Nancy had decided to go on a walk after lunch, preferring a moment of time for herself, away from her brother and the rest. They’d been working all day and the progress was barely tangible - it’d be a miracle if they had this place open in time. But her somewhat sour mood was more social in nature - if these few hours were anything to go by, she didn’t know how she’d last a week in this company, much less the entire summer. At least outside, she didn’t have to see her brother parading around shirtless, with conversations revolving around if he and his boyfriend of ten minutes had had sex yet.

With lunch behind them, Aster decided it was time to tackle the boathouse. He'd spent his whole morning stuffed away where the world couldn't see him and that was a crime in and of itself. His back ached from bending at weird angles to get the grime out between the floorboards and from under the edges of the mattress and working outside would be a nice way to shake it off, especially without their jailer breathing down his neck. He said his goodbyes to the dog and the cat and Em and Marco and stretched as he let the door to the main building shut behind him. He rolled the stiffness out of his neck and scanned his surroundings. He wasn't incredibly certain where the boathouse was but…

Oh, that must be it. The dilapidated little shack on the edge must be where the boats are and Aster whistled as he sauntered down that way, pausing for just a moment (or ten, but who counted when you're staring at perfection?) to gaze into his compact and sigh dreamily at his reflection. He knew the others were jealous - he was perfection incarnate and they'd never reach his heights.

“...they’re all so fucking grody, like why does it have to be shoved in my fucking face constantly that they’re all sucking face all the time…” Nancy muttered under her breath, unaware of where her feet carried her. She knew very little as to how to navigate this camp and while there were maps, she was hopeless in their interpretation. Not that she had a precise destination in mind, of course. If Dobbs wanted to come and get on her for not going straight to work, he could. She didn’t care. This was all a joke, anyway. Resurrecting a haunted camp with a bunch of teenage fuck-ups as the crew, just a week before opening? Incredible planning. Really, they’d outdone themselves.

Aster snapped his compact close as the girl always trailing behind the retriever wandered by, muttering about their silly little courtship rituals. Aster laughed as he fell in stride with her. “They can't help themselves - they're pesky little animals that need each other's approval or at least a distraction from knowing just how inferior they are.” Aster happily offered up, guiding her towards the boathouse. Many hands made for light work after all. “They need to huff and puff and make lovesick eyes across an empty room to distract them that they aren't me.”

Nancy paused for a moment, stopping in her tracks. Her usual reaction in this sort of situation would have been to pointedly ignore the intrusion, and walk off in the opposite direction. However… she knew her own temper and she knew that she would benefit from letting off some steam, before it became a full on meltdown. So with a somewhat skeptical glance at Aster, she resumed her pace, allowing him to guide her towards the boathouse. “Imagine being in the car with them for the entire drive here,” she commiserated with a huff. “I don’t have an issue with them sleeping with each other - I just hate how it’s now the topic of every conversation. I don’t want to think about my little brother getting pounded, I don’t want to be there when Demi is throwing himself at him from the backseat. And while I haven’t seen much of this from the other two, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re being just as nauseating in front of you. It’s like once someone becomes part of a couple, it’s their entire personality. Almost like they’re possessed by some horny ghost.”

“Em and Marco are beyond that phase, for each other at least. Find something interesting they can explore, however…” Aster sighed. “I mean for God's sake, he growled at the sight of those two's hankies. If it hadn't been for Dobbs, the poor man would have propositioned them almost immediately. I certainly do not understand what makes people so interested in humping each other like wild animals the moment they realize they play for the same teams.”

“He… growled?” Nancy was stunned - and admittedly, grossed out as well. She knew that people could get a little feral sometimes when it came to these things, but it was one thing to experience things in a movie, and another to have it be part of her actual life. “I don’t get it, either. I don’t play for a team. If I woke up one day and felt like that, I’d drink bleach to make it stop, I think,” she admitted. Her heart did beat a little faster, though. She’d never met someone else like her before. Was Aster also…?

“Oh, yes. And he thought it was subtle, bless his heart.” Aster shook his head disapprovingly. “I can appreciate the appeal. I find the idea of men enticing, but I haven't found anyone who is worthy of a paragon of human beauty. I have no interest in offering myself up like chicken at a roadside buffet. If someone wants to worship me, they'll need to earn it; otherwise, the only one who deserves me is me.”

Ah. Aster was not like her. Not quite, at least. Maybe he was simply aromantic, rather than asexual? At any rate though, he was someone she could understand - someone that she could go to when the others were being irritating. “And that’s totally fine - but people act like you’re insane if you’re fine being with yourself, and they assume that you have to be some sort of sick freak if you aren’t jamming your tongue down someone’s throat all the time. And it’s worse when you’re a twin, sometimes. I know people look at me and assume that I’d die in a ditch if I couldn’t be with my brother constantly.”

“And self love is the most important of all. If you don't love yourself, how will you recognize love as true?” Aster agreed. “Too many people are afraid of their own reflection, suffering in their sordid affairs and shattered souls, but I embrace my own as the exquisite piece of art that it is. There is a difference between loneliness and solitude and I find solitude, especially when a window is available, is often a splendid way to spend a day.”

“...Huh. You’re actually pretty rad, Aster. I’ll keep that in mind,” Nancy smiled slightly, before frowning at the state of the boathouse. “I assume you expect me to help you with this?”

“Oh without a doubt. My advice isn't free, you know.”
In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Evening - Fri. Nov. 1st, 2040


The magpies made no move to leave their newfound nest.

For students who had attended Strange Academy before, the dungeons were not too hard to find. Simply access the nearest staircase and continue down until you run out of stone steps. It was a dark and dreary place, where the whistling wind moving through its many tunnels and corridors and forgotten rooms sounded almost like the gentle wail of the dead, the spirits of students long since passed cursed to roam these grounds. Students often frequented the space for unauthorized experimentation, crafting together spells that would horrify even Marino, weaving together enchantments that defied both morality and nature. Wilder rumors claimed that the empty labs were used for ambitious students to synthesize Fell, with the wildest among them laying the blame at the teachers, claiming Ravoux was the one brewing the illicit draughts.

Of course, all of these rumors were allowed to take place due to the labyrinthine nature of the dungeons, a liminal space that seemed to exist without end. Walking around and simply looking for a missing head could take hours, even days to accomplish without spellwork. It was only with Barty’s assistance that this would be made possible.

Or perhaps, the sensitive nose of a symbiotic fae.

Location: the Feasting Hall
Grimoire: N/A
Skills: N/A
Wild Magic Build Up: triggers on a 1-5


Jake paused for a moment, considering Nicky’s answers to his questions. Barty liked to play rough, then. He understood that! Maybe. It had never occurred to him that you could play rough - but if Barty would like to be punched a little and thrown around some, he would just need to remember that for whenever he got a chance to play with him. Frankie liked to play messy, he’d learned, and that was fun, so this would be fun, too! Barty then listed off a few categories that he liked - Jake wasn’t sure how you ate ass, he didn’t really like food so he’d avoided consuming any, but he could try to figure it out if it meant Barty would have fun! “Will you show me some time how you like to play?” he asked Nicky curiously. “Do you like to play dirty? I know you liked the plants. Do you play with them often? Maybe we can play together when you’re done reading with Cal?”

The explanation about Disney had confused him, of course. He didn’t know what sort of entity spawned princesses - and apparently this entity was Rohan’s parent? But if they were trading children’s dreams for money, it didn’t sound good. It sounded a little frightening, those same pinpricks of cold spreading through his body. “I can help with the head, too!” he offered, seeing a group assembling to go look. “Frankie showed me how to handle dead body parts earlier, so I’m really good at it now!!”
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