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Elizabeth Flame


Location: Train Hallway
Magic: N/A



"Oi, what kinda shite is that?" Elizabeth found herself saying, quickly rising to anger at the Trolley Witch wanting to write her and her friend up for standing up to Ismelda's blatant racism, "Respectfully miss, o' course." She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her temper, "But in what world should the two of us get in trouble fer callin' out a bully? I dunno if you know what it's like, but anybody who'd call a fellow witch a mudblood deserves far worse than a shove and some mean words." Nevertheless, she knew lying about her name wouldn't get her anywhere, "Shout it fro' the towers, name's Elizabeth Flame, and I ain't ashamed of what I, or what me friend here just did." Her eyes were burning at this point, ready to get into a full on argument here and now.

She found her brow furrowing at the Trolley witch, it was safe to say the Flame was fuming. "And more than any o' that, she" Elizabeth jabbed a finger over at Fae, "has an amazin' point. If yer even thinki' about tryin' to get 'er in trouble for doin' her job, yer just as bad as Murk." At this point, half of what she was saying was out of pure anger, and half in the hope that she'd be getting the Trolley Witch angry, or ashamed enough to forget about about Fae. Mintfree certainly didn't deserve to go down for acting in defense of her, and she'd do whatever she could to keep that from happening, even if it meant making things worse for herself. That was just the witch she was, at least when it came to Fae. She knew she'd do that same for her, at least for something like this.



Oliver Sullivan





Location: Quinjet
Skills: Hacking

Oli never much minded flying, but this was something else. They were going to space, and his little nerd heart was flipping out over it. People dreamed of this, and now he got to actually do it! Looking at Earth from the stars above, he grinned, taking in the view for what it was. The problem of M-pox worried him, as did the looming threat of Skrull invasion, but for now? He was enjoying the moment. His eyes were glued to the windows, taking full advantage of the lack of atmosphere around him, giving him a rare unobscured glance at the stars in the sky.

That was, of course, until they made their way into the protective bubble around Attilan. At first, he was looking forward to seeing the city sheltered away on the moon, but upon seeing the carnage, his face fell. "I'll try to signal to the ground, hang tight." He said, and cracked into his laptop, scanning for any kind of comm signals he could find. Alas, there was nothing, which worried him, "Radio silence, either nobody's down there to broadcast a signal, or Attilan uses different communication protocols than on Earth. Let's hope for the latter." That wasn't an unreasonable idea to him, but with the bombed wreckage beneath him, it felt like the less likely if the two options.



Elizabeth Flame


Location: Galactus' Ship (team 2)
Skills:




A wave of relief crashed through Elisha as Lance collapsed. She didn't totally understand what had happened, but one less raging hulk was exactly what she needed in her life right about now. As he shrank back down to being a regular person, she finally let go of the last bit of tension, Things it seemed, were back on track.

"Let's go then." She said, clapping her hands together. She was mostly doing that because for the for the first time in a long while, she could. "Tracker says go that way," She pointed, "So let's do it." Focusing on the mission, for her, would be the easiest thing. She didn't know any of these people particularly well, but the spaceship of an silent monster didn't seem like the time to fix that.



Elizabeth Flame


Location: Train Hallway
Magic: N/A



Elizabeth playfully rolled her eyes, "As if I was already gonna do anythin' else." Truth is, the thought of death eaters running free and escaping from Azakaban struck a touch of fear into her. She'd never admit it, but those are the people who'd kill her if they had the chance, and that was something that she wanted locked away, forever. She wished Hogwarts was a place free of that kind of hatred, but she knew that wasn't true, as the girl approaching was about to demonstrate.

Not for a moment did she think that this interaction might be something close to civil, Snyde's crew was far past that. No, it was a question of how horrible is was about to be. Answer, very, but not as bad as it could have been. As the words slipped from the bitch's mouth, a fire lit in Flame's eyes. "How thick can a girl be?" Elizabeth asked herself quietly, and closing the distance between her and Ismelda, walking along Fae's outstretched arm, "Tell yer boss, and pass it all along the chain. My blood's red as ever." And as she said that, she came down with a quiet, but forceful stomp on Ismelda's foot, "But I reckon that foot of yours'll be a bright purple sometime soon. Best tend to that, love." There was a deep, cold hatred in her voice. Anybody who'd call her that would pay, that was something she'd resolved to long ago.

With a dramatic hair flip, she turned her attention toward Artie, and flashed a lovely smile his way, "Artie, sweetheart! It's been too long!" She grinned, seeing the badge straight away, "And a prefect too? I always knew ye had it in you, you know!" She gave a gentle tug on Fae, and offered, "We were just about to feck off and watch some Ravenclaws blast their digits off, wanna join?"
Arthur Stanford






Location:Dining Pavilion



Arthur did not care for being assaulted with questions right now. He didn't expect the world to cater to him, but he would have thought it obvious that, after the funeral of his sister, he might not be the most talkative person in the world. He pointedly didn't say anything to the two of them, and stayed quiet, giving it everything not to glare at them. This, was a kind of rudeness and unmindfulness he couldn't appreciate. When he was in a right state, he would be doing something about this.

Putting food in his mouth, he was thankful that Andy would take this conversational bullet for him. He'd owe her one for this, for sure. Truthfully, he didn't have any packing to do this morning, that was taken care of when he moved into the Jupiter cabin. He wouldn't be going back to Hades any time soon, so anything he knew he needed from there, he packed with him. Something good had come out of Ash's death after all, Arthur morbidly considered. Huffing, he looked to Andy and waited for the two of them to give a rundown on what to expect from on this journey.



Oliver Sullivan





Location: Common Room
Skills:


It seemed as if everybody was proposing now, and for a moment, Oliver smiled. This was special, even if he wasn't quite a part of this family yet, this was a sight to behold. Christmas Eve, love, and good spirits seemed to be coming together in just the right way, making for something borderline magical. It was good, and it made him happy. Even with the threat of the Skrull eating at the corner of his mind, this was enough to banish that, if just for the rest of the night.

"Well, mozel tov!" He said, smiling at the group. He was happy to hear that Tempest wasn't afraid of Iron Man, because that made one of them. He had no illusions about how Tony Stark could royally fuck up his life if he wanted to, and the idea of rotting to death in the Raft didn't quite sit well with him, so he was glad to have another person to keep that from happening. Before asking her for any kind of help, however, he would need to spend some time thinking about things, and come up with a proper plan of attack.



Elizabeth Flame


Location: Galactus' Ship (team 2)
Skills: Transmutation




Alright, reasoning with a Hulk wasn't working. Honestly, Eliza should have seen this coming, but since when did things ever go easily for her? She needed to come up with a different plan of attack, and quickly. She knew that the Hulk was currently distracted, so what she was about to do wasn't clinically insane, at the very least. Closing the distance between the two of them, she ducked beneath him, and thrusted her hand on the floor. Metal liquified beneath him, climbing up his feet and solidifying.

Scurrying away as quick as she could, she looked at her handiwork. She didn't necessarily expect Lance to be held by this for long, but she hoped it would at least slow him down. The hardest part was that they didn't want to hurt him, only prevent him from killing them all. Calming down a hulk without using lethal force, in a confined space like this, sounded borderline impossible. She almost wondered if she should have just dropped him down to a lower floor, and let him rage around until he got it out of his system. That idea, while appealing, sounded like it could end badly very quickly, so she wasn't about to do it.
Arthur Stanford






Location:Zeus' Cabin -> Dining Pavilion



Acknowledging Eva's with a look, Arthur dejectedly headed towards the door after Andy. He appreciated the silence, giving him time to process and reflect was import by right now, since he'd need to be a person by the time they started heading to Camp Jupiter. Practicing his powers and all, he wouldn't be able to be the mess he was now.

Grabbing some oatmeal from the pavilion, and silently affirming Arty's request to sit at the Zeus table with a nod. Sitting across from her, he shrugged. What was he supposed to say to that? That he too hoped none of his friends would perish? Obviously not, but he was out of energy to dignify that with a response, not wanting to hurt her by saying anything mean.



Elizabeth Flame


Location: Compartment 6
Magic: N/A



Elizabeth rolled her eyes, but grinned all the while. It was great to be back with her friend again, already loaded and ready to cause mischief. The idea of watching some smart brats try not to blow their fingers off sounded like a hell of a fun time, and she was standing back up before Fae had a chance to open the door.

"'Aye, the muggles have games they play on screens now." She said, remembering seeing shops that had demos for some truly marvelous things. Tetris, particularly, had intrigued her, seeing how easily Muggles seemed to be amused. "What about on your end? Anything new in the Wizard omg World?" Elizabeth asked, following close behind her friend.



Oliver Sullivan





Location: Common Room
Skills: Insight


Oliver met Tempest's eyes. "That thing," He started, "is a skrull, apparently. Some kind of Alien that can perfectly mimic anybody, and according to the great Tony Stark, DNA testing might identify them, but there's no surefire way." He explained, looking back down at the alien, "Shield has some information on them, but accessing it sets off alarm bells, one of them alerting the aforementioned Iron Man. I'd very much like all of us to be tested, if we can. If Roman was a skrull, any of us could be."

In the mean time, Oliver went to grab his gift, opening it up, and paying attention to those around him as he did. He didn't need to know who got him a gift, strictly speaking, but he was innately curious about the matter. In any case, he grinned when he saw what it was, and held it out in front of them for all to see. Puzzles were something he particularly enjoyed, and the fact that people had figured that out about him already genuinely made him happy. He was about to say something in thanks, but around then it seemed Maria had stolen the show, so to speak, and he wasn't about to intrude on that.
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