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Recollections: Primal Sinister

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Recollections: Primal Sinister

Interactions: Two Mind-Controlled Customers

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If someone had told her that there would be an attempt on her life later and that it would involve the world's best food (donuts), Quill would have told you that it was a good way to go, at least. What she hadn't expected was to partake in a freak show amongst the baked goods. Whatever that....thing was, it was not human. As it swiveled its head like a fucking owl, Quill, besides herself, raised her brows in surprise. "The fuck..." was all she uttered when the lights dimmed and things went from bad to worse.

She looked at the others and decided she rushed into things too quickly. But that was how life was sometimes. Before she could move to center herself she heard whispers. It was like she was hearing them in the back of her brain. She took a step forward before she felt a tug on her back followed by a strong grip, wrenching her arms behind her. She turned her head to see a woman, a regular average Joan apart from the dead look in her eyes, like her soul was wrenched from her body. Another came in front of her and, with a handful of doughnutty goodness, attempted to force-feed her like some sort of deranged mukbang.

She was not about to go out like this.

It wasn't their fault so Quill determined she would handle it as gracefully as she could. With some baked goods in her mouth she whipped her head back, slamming her head into the customer behind her. She heard a cry and ignored the pain seeping into her skull as she felt the woman's grip loosen. Taking the moment Quill pulled her arms free, though she only managed to get one as the woman had a death grip on her shirt. Still, one hand meant one fist as she clenched it, sending it forward into the woman facing her's face as she stumbled back. Quill swiveled, facing the woman behind her and backhanded her, sending her back. Now free she held up her hands. "Ladies, I don't want to fight you, but I will if I have to."

The women merely hissed and launched themselves at Quill. Quill dodged one but felt the other (the one she punched) grab hold of her and scratch her face, leaving a mark on her cheek. Quill reared her fist again, decking the woman before grabbing her and pulling her forward in time to kick high enough to connect Quill's boot to the woman's cheek, sending her flying to the side. The other woman got close and Quill spun on her heel and back-kicked her backward, sending her into the counter. Quill needed to knock them out somehow. The woman knocked into the counter slumped down and the other took a running start at Quill again.

Quill jumped back as the woman landed and stumbled forward. Quill grabbed her and spun her around, holding her arms around her neck and squeezing. The woman tried scratching Quill's arms, but her jacket protected her. She felt the energy lift before the woman's head slumped and she fell to the ground when Quill released her. Quill quickly checked for a pulse and felt one.

Quill let out a breath before she felt a hand grip her hair and pulled her back. Quill let out a yelp as she fell backward and landed on the floor, the final customer not finished with her yet. The woman put her hands around Quill's throat and started to choke. Quill had moments to think about what to do. She didn't want to seriously harm this person who had no control over her actions, but Quill wanted to survive more. So Quill used some force and poked the woman's eyes. The woman let out a gutteral yell as she stopped choking Quill and put her hands over her eyes. Quill pushed her off and sent the woman to the ground in front of her. Before the woman could stop screaming and get up for the next round Quill kicked her across the face as the woman's head shuttered before she stopped moving. Quill felt for a pulse on her too and found one, albeit lighter than the others.

Quill felt the scratch on her cheek bleed and felt a headache coming on. She took a few deep breaths while she kneeled on the ground.

She survived the encounter, but how did the others fare?

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge - [Ended]

@wanderingwolf

Great! Okay so you can let me know if this applies. I have a feat called Oddity Identification. It says when I become aware of a magical effect or see a spell being cast, I can determine if it twists minds, fights against fortune, or reveals secrets and similar effects fall to your discretion. I can use Identify Magic or Recall Knowledge to learn more about the effects and use my Occultism skill with +2. I'd like to see if it's possible to reveal the door's secrets this way.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge - [Ended]

@wanderingwolf

She does!

Star Wars - Fires of Exaron

I'd go a Scoundrel-type. And a Twi'lek if other races are possible. Kind of like Mission Vao from KOTOR but older and not so child-like and innocent XD

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge - [Ended]

@wanderingwolf

Ok so I want to try something. You can tell me if this is possible or not.

I would like to cast Detect Magic on the door. Provided it is magical in some way, I have more to add to what I have in mind.

Star Wars - Fires of Exaron

Ya know what, hell yeah! Been looking for a Star Wars RP. Consider me intrigued.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge - [Ended]

I'll be posting tomorrow at work. I have an idea

The Dead Don't Die.

Location: New York City, Repair Shop
Skills: N/A

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Verity didn't want to stay but there was little choice. Either this would all blow over quickly once the authoirities got control and she can make it back home or this was going to last a little bit longer and she would prefer to be around others, especially capable ones, than on her own.

Verity made her way over to the vending machine along with Flynn, who ordered two cokes and gave one to her. She took it and cracked it open, sipping it while Flynn asked her about how she felt. Verity took a look out the window, seeing the body before the blinds closed. "I've seen dead people before. You know, funerals, visits to the hospital, all that. It's different when you cause it, inadvertantly or not." She knew it was defense, us vs. them, but it didn't make it easier. "You ever watch a movie, like a horror movie or disaster movie, and part of you thinks 'that'll never happen? There's no way', but another part of you is hyper-aware that there's potential there? That's where I am at currently."

Verity took a seat and took a deep breath in. She was calmer now, at least. "Thanks again for the help back there. Sorry I was such a bitch to you earlier."

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Sabine Bassard

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Location: Bassard Family Home (Lyon, France)
Skills: N/A

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Normally a girl would be thrilled if her parents took her to France during a break from school. Not Sabine. Feeling more like a punishment than a reward, after her father and step-mother picked her up from school and flew her back to their place in California her step-mother had the 'brilliant' (read: selfish) idea of taking some time during the break "away from it all". Sabine could read between the thinly-veiled lines: her step-mother's original vacation was destroyed and she wanted to go elsewhere and drag Sabine along. Her father gave in because his spine was forcibly removed when the two of them got married.

So Sabine spent a plane ride with her family and was now in their family home in Lyon. All the while Sabine's mind floated back to April and Leah, Danni and Dorian, and everyone else at the school. The future lay uncertain. Would she be allowed to go back or was this it?

Her father continued to work and spent precious little time at home. And the time he was here was spent with his wife as she monopolized him. Sabine gave up quickly of there being any semblance of family-together time. Her step-siblings were spending break elsewhere so there was some positive news. But it meant she was, more often than not, alone at home with her step-mother.

While she usually ignored her, there were a few moments when her step-mother attempted conversation. Usually, it was to ask if she looked fat in whatever outfit she was wearing before she went out shopping to buy more or to make little digs into Sabine's own appearance. "Skin looks blotchy darling, but we'll chalk it up to stress!" was one of her favorites. And anytime Sabine bit back her step-mother ran to her father and whined. Sabine spent most of her time in her room.

Those moments of uncertainty hit. Sabine felt her chest tighten and her breath halt and hitch. Usually, it lasted a few minutes but still tired her out to the point she fell asleep almost instantly.

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Sleepless nights were becoming too common but one night in particular shook Sabine's core. She had been having recurring dreams. In them, her mother was dressed impressively with a sword strapped to her person. In the dreams, she could see her mother walk close by to a man. The man was tall and handsome, dressed impressively in each vision, a cloak around his figure and a crown on his head. Each scene was out of a televised drama as her mother would work with this man, or rather for this man, in various scenes. It was clear her mother was a bodyguard and an impressive one at that. Sabien felt like she could walk through her dreams but no one paid her any mind.

The night before she was to return to school and determine her future she had another dream. It started out like before, her mother walking down a decorated corridor along with the royal man. Sabine followed them, anxious and excited to see what new adventure would be had.

Instead her mother stopped. Sabine stopped also. Curious, Sabine waited a beat to see what would happen. It was then her mother turned and faced Sabine, looking directly at her. Sabine turned her head to see if someone or something was behind her as no other dream had behaved like this. But there was nothing. Sabine faced her mother again, who continued to stare at her. It wasn't a cold stare. There was warmth. Understanding. Sabine felt like her mother was actually standing before her.

Before Sabine could speak or reach out, her mother uttered something that shook Sabine. "You are not your father's child, Sabine. You're his." Sabine's mother then glanced at the crowned man before Sabine jutted awake, taking shallow breaths.

Sabine looked around her room, taking it all in slowly to catch herself up. What did that mean? Was it her mind playing tricks on her and causing anxiety? No, it was different. She had been missing her mother so dreams of her would not be uncommon. What was unusual was how clearly she remembered how her mother looked. She had lost her mother fairly early on in her childhood. Pictures didn't do her justice. N the dreams felt more than that.

And if it was true then everything Sabine knew was all lies.

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Location: Avenger's Academy, Coulson's Office
Skills: N/A
Fit of the Day: Pink and Gray

Sabine had gotten ready in advance. The helicopter ride back to school was silent, for once. Her father may have felt the break did her good but Sabine kept finding herself staring at him. If her dream was true, this man who she had called father this whole time was not her real father. If she were being really honest with herself, he never felt like a father after her mother died. Was it because she wasn't actually blood?

She would be remiss to say there wasn't love there. At the beginning the two of them were close. Closer than close. It wasn't until he remarried to that monster that he changed. Threw himself into his work and all but forgetting she existed apart from giving her money or gifts.

Never once realizing all she wanted was her father back. And even now, who held that title?

Sabine checked her phone to see she had been texted. She opened the one from Danni first. She smiled warmly.

@Danni, April, Maddie

"On my way. Can't wait to see everyone! <3

She missed everyone, sure, but her heart wasn't fully in it. Especially when she read her other text thread from her girlfriends. April panicking wasn't new and Leah stepping up to support and acknowledge the broken system. She didn't tell them about her dream. How could she? Compared to the two of them her problems were small potatoes.

@The Girlfriends

"I'm with Leah on this. There's no way we are being kicked out. If anything, we should be rewarded for stepping up and stopping Arcade from literally killing all of us. Compared to having a bunch of kids killed, all of this looks good in comparison.

In fairness, I was looking forward to the contest. I was looking forward to winning, really. Even if the Young Avengers were going to win with or without help, I still wanted a chance to prove myself. Given all that's happened, I don't know if continuing it is in the school's best interest."

Sabine put her phone away as she rounded the corner and saw a few of the others standing there. She walked up and made a line for April, wrapping her in a warm hug and kissing her cheek. Then doing the same to Leah. "Hey you two. How's things?" She gave a passing wave and acknowledging nod to the others, but the reality was she needed her girls first.

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