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The Symphony: Modern Magic

_{April 14
13 Morningdove Lane - 12:12am}

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Belladonna hated every moment she stood in this....guess someone would call it a house. Not only was she amongst a bunch of people she did not know apart from Pom who, while cool in her books, was still essentially a stranger. Every fiber inside of her told her to run, get out, leave this group and this crazy conspiracy that somehow she was not actually insane and seeing things that weren't there (didn't some test show some of her relatives had schizophrenia or bipolar? she wasn't sure anymore) and that she was, actually, magic. That magic existed currently and had existed in the past and had gone extinct until now.

And this Archivist was some old douchebag with a superiority complex. Like this whole thing was taken out of the pages of some fantasy epic. Bella had to laugh. Hell, she started to. A light chuckle before she actually let out the stress she had been feeling into an uproarious laugh.

She had to be going insane. That was the only thing that made sense. The stress finally got to her and she had snapped. All of this was some intense hallucination.

She finally stopped, wiping the tears forming in her eyes, before she proceeded. If this was a mass hallucination she may as well enjoy it before she was dragged off to some soft room with a jacket made to hug herself.

"I got some questions Santa." She held up a hand showing five fingers. For every question she pointed to a digit. "One: Is the whole cryptic, old, wizened geezer an act or does that just come with the territory? Two: why be a dick when you seemingly invited us here? Three: Could you have picked a more typical place to meet? Like was a broken down farm or dark moor in the moonlight not available today? Four: How did you know about any of us getting whatever it is we got enough to send cryptic letters with information no one should know about. And five, though this isn't a question and is more of a statement: give me one solid reason why I should continue to stick around listening to you instead of getting the fuck out of this town and from something clearly in the drinking water. Does that satisfy you grandpa?"

Belladonna turned around without waiting for a response. She didn't care if others were catching on to whatever it was the old dude was hinting at. Either he spoke honest or she was leaving and leaving whatever the hell it was she had seen behind.

Heck, at this point, maybe it WAS the brownie...

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Sabine Bassard

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Location: Bourbon Street, New Orleans - The Sorcerer's Inn
Skills: N/A
Fit Of The Day: Pink Fall Outfit

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Sabine listened as Leah went off about how it was possible Nemo wasn't, in fact, dead. How it made no sense. Sabine could believe that, maybe. This was not the time nor the place to make those accusations. Because there was also the real possibility that Nemo was dead and this would be making light of a person's death. And if he wasn't dead....

Sabine would kill him herself.

Sabine felt Leah move and lose her grip. Leah had wanted to go check on April and Sabien fought the urge to make a snide comment (you're welcome!). Sabine nodded softly as Leah left her to handle it on her own. She wanted to be there for April too. Sabine couldn't imagine the emotions April was going through, but a small voice, that little voice that haunted her ever since her mother died, showed up as it so often did when she was in a vulnerable state.

she has her real friends to whine to. the ones she went to when she needed help. she doesn't need you. never has, never will

Sabine closed her eyes and took some deep breaths. She needed to be somewhere else. She made her way closer in the hotel. She could feel herself getting hot. She needed to be alone for a second.

Once she found a spot with no people, a nearby hallway. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. She opened them and looked around. Okay, five things she could see. The carpet. The painting on the wall. The couch in the lobby. The lights above. And her own feel in her comfy shoes. She then went through feeling, hearing, smell, and taste and felt calmer.

Once she was settled she left and made her way to her room. She wanted to relax more before the contest. She needed to be at her best.

The Pyres Never Stop Burning (Old-School Occult Horror/Mystery)

No joke those tarot readings work well with the concept I had in mind

The Dead Don't Die.

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

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Verity rolled her eyes. Gus had a heart, it seemed, but that needed to go out the window. They were in a life-or-death situation. Or rather a life-and-maybe-death since the dead seemed to be coming back alive. She had never been a fan of horror movies because people that looked like her tended to never survive them but she knew of them. Zombie movies weren't real, right?

Verity followed Flynn outside, catching the fobs tossed to her. She picked the nicest lookig one and began clicking the lock button, hoping to find the car it belonged to. "Any idea where we go from here? I imagine outside city limits but who
sto say it's not like this elsewhere?" They should also look for protection. She doubted they would be the only ones leaving and, given how people handled crises, she didn't want to be without something to defend herself.

The Symphony: Modern Magic

_{April 14
13 Morningdove Lane - 12:05am}

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Belladonna felt a bit wispy when she snapped out of her vision. She hated when it came on so suddenly. It always felt so real, so visceral. Ever since she first got it and got that stupid letter she had felt off. Way more off than she had before, and that was saying something.

Belladonna (or whoever you are today)

I hope this letter finds you at the right time. The past and future are not on a single line, one I am sure you know all too well. We can never change the past but we can learn from it. We can hope to shape the future but sometimes we are destined for things beyond our control. Being able to see both is a blessing and a curse. You are one of the first mages in five hundred years. Bring your open mind and I will give you all of the information you need.

13 Mourningdove Lane. Midnight.

-The Archivist"

She would have normally chalked it up to some stupid kid pranking her or someone being cute but she did have visions and this letter arrived shortly after her first one. And she hadn't told a soul. Who would believe her? Magic being real? This wasn't some Saturday morning cartoon.

But she had had a few of them so far. Visions of the past where she sees herself back in her parents house, her father still alive and her mother with fresh bruises on her face. A scene that looked like it came out of a Shakespearean play but felt so real. And a scene of her shattering a glass coffeepot over some asshole's face.

She shook herself awake when Pom stood in front of her. If she was here she had to have gotten the same letter she did, right? Still, Bella didn't trust anyone right away even if Pom seemed cool (and shared her stash with her). So she opted to hide what had actually happened. At least until she got more information.

So she stepped through the door like it was nothing, like it was a normal day. Desptie that, Bella felt herself shaking.

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She appeared in some room with a few other folks. Some appeared to know one another, some not so much. Bella hated crowds and while this normally would not have counted as such she still felt an enclosed space with a lot of people to be alarming. No easy escapes if she needed to. She looked around, not recognizing anyone. So it was only Pom she knew here and, even then, was this safe? Were they all sent letters to get them to one room to eliminate them all?

Someone started speaking and admitted to the letters. Bella was about to speak out when someone else, the man standing closer to her, spoke up admitting she didn't send the letters. So what the hell was all this then? A few others spoke sharing their names. No one admitting if they actually had magic apart from the first woman who was standing near a burning ball of flame that everyone just seemed...cool with?

Also...Burnie Cinders?

"Belladonna." There, she shared. She was damn well not sharing more until someone, preferably this Archivist, showed themselves and explained what was happening. Another person started speaking before he was interrupted by...themselves? Staring into a shadowy corner. Bella instinctively stood up and prepared to run. Or fight. It depended on the situation.

MARVELS: Streets of New York

J E S S I C A J O N E S

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^{_{Jessica Jones ♦ Private Investigator ♦ Harlem, Manhattan, NYC ♦ Alias Investigations}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"Have you ever been kicked in the nuts by a superhero?"}

Young Jessica lost her parents and younger brother in a tragic accident that had her drenched in unknown chemicals. She awoke and was adopted by a caring family. During her young life she discovered her superhuman abilities. Unsure of herself at first, an accident in her practicing her abilities left her foling an attempted robbery by Scorpion. Relishing the joy of helping others she made it her mission to use her powers for good.

Jessica donned a costume and called herself Jewel. Things were great at first until she ran into Zebediah Killgrave, otherwise known as The Purple Man. Inexperienced, she was taken control of and forced to work for The Purple Man, helping him pull of crimes and attack others. She was held prisoner for months and forced to do hs bidding. An accident after attacking The Scarlet Witch left her injured and in a coma, but she gradually grew free of The Purple Man's influence.

Angry at first, Jessica started up her own private investigation firm, named Alias Investigations, and hung up her metaphorical cape for good. It was here she ran into Luke Cage and grew feelings for him. Though she opted to not be a hero her work became more and more superhero focused as she found herself helping others against villainy. Thankfully her relationship with Luke Cage softened her and she decided to be a help to the city once more.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Jessica Jones is one of my favorite Marvel heroes because she is a badass, take-no-prisoners type. She isn't afraid to punch someone in the face but she is also empathetic and willing to help out, even if it is accompanied with an eye roll. She's tough but has a heart and is willing to help people, especially children and young people, when they need it.

I can see her being a help to others on more than one occasion. Not only as a hero but also in her work as a private investigator. I think she has a nice mix of skills to be able to be a part of many stories as well as come into her own with her work. I think she has grown as a character and with her checkered past it makes it easy to put people in her history in a scene and see what unfolds.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Powers and Abilities

Powers and Abilities

• Superhuman Strength: Jessica is able to go toe-to-toe with the most powerful people and come out without breaking a sweat. She is able to lift at least 10 tons and throw things at considerable distances. Her strength has been able to make dents in strong materials and her fighting has broken more bones than she can count.
• Superhuman Durability: Jessica is able to withstand attacks that would be detrimental to the average person. She is able to take blows, though not without injury. She has survived explosions with little more than damage to her wardrobe.
• Accelerated Healing Factor: Jessica is able to heal from injuries faster. She is able to heal from a variety of injuries in a quick amount of time, even injuries that would require long hospitalization and downtime.
• Flight: Jessica is able to fly and fly very fast. Despite this, Jessica does not fly often unless she has to as she occasionally gets airsick.
• Telepathic Resistance: Through her experience with The Purple Man Jessica has built up a mental resistance to telepathic attacks. While not completely invulnerable to them, she is able to withstand most telepathic attacks to her, especially those from The Purple Man.
• Investigations: Jessica is a skilled investigator and has closed many cases in her time. Investigations include interrogations, documentation, and searching for clues no matter where.
• Skilled Fighter: Jessica has gotten into fights early on in her hero career and her street-fighting has evolved into a more capable hand-to-hand combat style. She is not afraid to throw the first punch if needs be.

Allies and Supporting Characters

Allies and Supporting Characters

• Luke Cage: Jessica's super strong and supportive husband and father to their child. He has been a staunch supporter of her and her efforts and she, in turn, helps him out and is there for him
• Danielle Cage: Jessica and Luke's daughter and the light of her life. She is a strong reason why Jessica fights; to ensure the world Danielle grows up into is safe
• Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel: Jessica has worked alongside Carol at first, the two butting heads before a friendship grew. Carol has called on Jessica's help and vice versa. The two now have a best friendship to the point they rib each other endlessly
• Danny Rand/Iron Fist: More her husband's friend, she has worked with him on occasion and enjoys his company (Can add details should anyone play him)
• Trish Walker: Jessica's best friend and confidante. A radio talk show host and podcaster, Jessica can often count on Trish to provide sources and help in investigations or if she just needs someone to talk to outside of her husband (Can add details should anyone play her)

Enemies

Enemies

• The Purple Man: Zebediah Killgrave, aka The Purple Man, is someone Jessica has a tense history with due to his control over her and subjected her to commit heinous acts. Since breaking free of him, he is at the top of her list of people she wants to take down
• Bushwacker: Carl Burbank, aka Bushwacker, is a mercenary and assassin who can turn his arms into a multitude of projectile weapons. He often targets mutants and has come across Jessica in her work
• Denny Haynes: A drug dealer in New York who created a drug using the Mutant Growth Hormone. He has caused countless trouble for Jessica and specifically goes after young mutants
• Lone Shark: Lenny Sirkes, aka Lone Shark, is a crooked real estate developer who donned his super suit to scare people in New York and take over their homes for his purposes. He has been stopped by Jessica on more than one occasion
• Typhoid Mary: A dangerous criminal with outstanding abilities. Though she has mainly faced off against Daredevil, Jessica has faced her and beat her, which has put a target on her back

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Sample Post

The rain pounded against her window. Despite the intensity of the storm outside, it was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside the office of Jessica Jones.

Avery Worth sat at the desk outside of the main office, typing away on her laptop. She did not know what to expect when she signed up to be the receptionist to a superhero turned vigilante turned private investigator turned 'whatever the hell she decides now', but it wasn't boring. She could hear the muffled voices inside the office, the slow ebb and flow of emotions, mainly anger. The client, or soon-to-be-ex-client, had lied about his intentions when asking for Jessica to find his girlfriend. A sob story she took notes for, Mr. Demitri Blanche had bought a mail-order bride on one of those sites you just had to make sure was opened on incognito mode. When his lucky lady came she was less than thrilled to be seen with Demitri. Demitri, whose audacity outshined any of his other attributes, did not take kindly to being told no, especially by a woman, decided to take matters into his own hands, literally.

The lady ran away and rightfully so. However he came to Jessica in the hopes she would find her and ask no questions. Avery shook her head, knowing full well asking questions was what Jessica did best, outside of punching people and making sarcastic remarks.

Avery heard the tell-tale signs and go up from her desk and walked over to the door. She counted to herself. 3.......2......1.....and opened the door just as Demitri was thrown from the room. He landed with a loud thud against the wall, nearly knocking down one of the paintings Avery bought at a thrift store to make the office space more "comfy". Jessica stalked out coming up to Demitri. "Please! I just want.." Jessica cut him off. "You just want what? Your "wife", term loosely used here, back so you can beat her until she's blue again?"

Demitri whimpered, but started standing up. "I paid for her! I'm out thousands of dollar.." his statement was cut short when he felt a leather boot make contact with his manhood. He let out a high pitched wale only heard by the nearby canines and fell to his knees, clutching the only thing he really loved. "I don't care if she has the cure to cancer and the only way to get it is having her suck your johnson, you will not go within 100 feet of her from now on. She's happier than she's ever been and that's because she doesn't have to wake up to your ugly mug every day for the next ten or so years you have left on this mortal coil."

Demitri tried standing up again, though his knees shook as he did. "I paid you! You didn't do the job I hired you for. I can sue you.."

Jessica chuckled and glanced over to Avery, who merely shrugged. "I dare you to find a lawyer even willing to hear you out, but just so we are clear. You paid me to find her. I found her. It was in the contract you signed. I can have that sent over to your lawyer if you want. Otherwise, if I find out you so much as googled the poor woman's name I will personally see that your teeth are shoved down your throat in pieces that you will be shitting them out for months. Do we have an understanding?"

Demitri stood there, attempting to say something. As he did Jessica stepped forward and he fell back, scrambling to his feet. He gave her a tense look before he left.

"You nearly broke the door. Again," Avery said.

Jessica shrugged, "We can afford it."

Avery returned to her desk. "Be that as it may, that's the third client you kicked out. Not that the dick didn't deserve it, but we need steady work if we want to keep the lights on and allow me to buy that cute dress I saw in the store window."

Jessica grabbed her jacket in her office and put it on. "We'll be fine Avery. Work will come. In the meantime I'm heading home. I have a little girl I need to play with and a husband to make sweet love to to wash away the grime I had to muck in today."

As the door shut, Avery smiled. No, it was never boring here.

The Pyres Never Stop Burning (Old-School Occult Horror/Mystery)

You can definitely do a Tarot reading. I am still working on my concept.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Sabine Bassard

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Location: Bourbon Street, New Orleans - The Sorcerer's Inn
Skills: N/A
Fit Of The Day: Pink Fall Outfit

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The time for the contest had approached and Sabine was about as ready as she could be. The span in-between the meeting with Coulson versus now seemed like it lasted forever. And in that time she had gone through some intense changes.

First, April. Sabine had sat in her feelings regarding the situation. She managed to make her follow-up appointment with Dr. Whitehall to discuss it and, per Dr. Whitehall's suggestion, actually journaled about it. After she let her feelings fly out she read it back. A lot of anger, a lot of sadness, and a lot of guilt. She was mad at April and mad at herself for being mad. Even though she knew her feelings were valid (thanks Maeve) it still felt like shit to even be a little angry over someone wanting to better themselves than committing to a full on relationship.

But did that same energy go to her relationship with Danni and Dorian? Sabine doubted it. If anything it seemed like all of them were chummier than ever. And Sabine couldn't fault Danni or Dorian for it, they had been friends for so long. And people were allowed friendships and relationships with other people. But did you push one away and pull another one closer if the goal was to work on yourself? It seemed selfish, yes.

Part of that selfish feeling is why she talked to Danni and got her feelings out. It's why she told Dorian exactly what she was feeling when he did not trust her. It's why she poured out everything to Leah on their way back. It's why she apologized to Andy.

She was trying to grow and be better herself. And you'll notice she didn't push anyone away to do that.

The flight there was fine. Sabine made a note not to talk to April. As happy as Sabine was to see her out of C.A.G.A. and seemingly doing better, if she wanted distance to continue working on herself, Sabine would oblige. Instead she spent her time talking to Leah, goofing around and making jokes. That was a bit awkward too since the teams had them on opposite sides. Sabine would do her best and she knew Leah would too. No hard feelings.

After touching down and making their way to the hotel, Sabine felt a little longing, wanting to go be at Danni and Dorian's home, but she knew better. Dorian had made it abundantly clear: 'His family will not trust you. They will not invite you in. They will hate you' As sure as she was that Dorian, after their talk, would come to her defense she didn't want to put either of them in that situation. So she opted to go to the hotel with some of the others.

And be put right in a room with April. God must hate her.

Sabine had thought about asking for a room switch, but if Leah didn't seem bothered she wouldn't be either. She could be cordial. She could be friendly. They were still friends, weren't they?

Sabine stood in the hotel lobby, sort of listening to Lady Nimue go over the expectations for the contest. And a party after sounded like a lot of fun. But the fun mood didn't last long. As Lady Nimue spoke up Sabine heard a name and started paying more attention.

Ser Nemo was dead.

Sabine felt her heartbeat in her chest and instinctively went to grab her wrist, but fought the urge. Instead she reached for Leah's hand, squeezing it. Sabine looked around for April and saw her duck away. "Nemo is...dead?" She remembered her initial feelings on the old man, how weird he was, but in the time they took training she grew to like the man. Even admire him. She was still angry over his flippancy to their predicament with Arcade, but she could still see he cared, albeit somewhat.

And now he was gone. And they were expected to fight.

She squeezed Leah's hand again. She needed some comfort. Just having someone there was enough. It had to be.

MARVELS: Streets of New York

MARVELS: Streets of New York

Jessica Jones

J E S S I C A J O N E S

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^{_{Jessica Jones ♦ Private Investigator ♦ Harlem, Manhattan, NYC ♦ Alias Investigations}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"Have you ever been kicked in the nuts by a superhero?"}

Young Jessica lost her parents and younger brother in a tragic accident that had her drenched in unknown chemicals. She awoke and was adopted by a caring family. During her young life she discovered her superhuman abilities. Unsure of herself at first, an accident in her practicing her abilities left her foling an attempted robbery by Scorpion. Relishing the joy of helping others she made it her mission to use her powers for good.

Jessica donned a costume and called herself Jewel. Things were great at first until she ran into Zebediah Killgrave, otherwise known as The Purple Man. Inexperienced, she was taken control of and forced to work for The Purple Man, helping him pull of crimes and attack others. She was held prisoner for months and forced to do hs bidding. An accident after attacking The Scarlet Witch left her injured and in a coma, but she gradually grew free of The Purple Man's influence.

Angry at first, Jessica started up her own private investigation firm, named Alias Investigations, and hung up her metaphorical cape for good. It was here she ran into Luke Cage and grew feelings for him. Though she opted to not be a hero her work became more and more superhero focused as she found herself helping others against villainy. Thankfully her relationship with Luke Cage softened her and she decided to be a help to the city once more.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Jessica Jones is one of my favorite Marvel heroes because she is a badass, take-no-prisoners type. She isn't afraid to punch someone in the face but she is also empathetic and willing to help out, even if it is accompanied with an eye roll. She's tough but has a heart and is willing to help people, especially children and young people, when they need it.

I can see her being a help to others on more than one occasion. Not only as a hero but also in her work as a private investigator. I think she has a nice mix of skills to be able to be a part of many stories as well as come into her own with her work. I think she has grown as a character and with her checkered past it makes it easy to put people in her history in a scene and see what unfolds.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Powers and Abilities

Powers and Abilities

• Superhuman Strength: Jessica is able to go toe-to-toe with the most powerful people and come out without breaking a sweat. She is able to lift at least 10 tons and throw things at considerable distances. Her strength has been able to make dents in strong materials and her fighting has broken more bones than she can count.
• Superhuman Durability: Jessica is able to withstand attacks that would be detrimental to the average person. She is able to take blows, though not without injury. She has survived explosions with little more than damage to her wardrobe.
• Accelerated Healing Factor: Jessica is able to heal from injuries faster. She is able to heal from a variety of injuries in a quick amount of time, even injuries that would require long hospitalization and downtime.
• Flight: Jessica is able to fly and fly very fast. Despite this, Jessica does not fly often unless she has to as she occasionally gets airsick.
• Telepathic Resistance: Through her experience with The Purple Man Jessica has built up a mental resistance to telepathic attacks. While not completely invulnerable to them, she is able to withstand most telepathic attacks to her, especially those from The Purple Man.
• Investigations: Jessica is a skilled investigator and has closed many cases in her time. Investigations include interrogations, documentation, and searching for clues no matter where.
• Skilled Fighter: Jessica has gotten into fights early on in her hero career and her street-fighting has evolved into a more capable hand-to-hand combat style. She is not afraid to throw the first punch if needs be.

Allies and Supporting Characters

Allies and Supporting Characters

• Luke Cage: Jessica's super strong and supportive husband and father to their child. He has been a staunch supporter of her and her efforts and she, in turn, helps him out and is there for him
• Danielle Cage: Jessica and Luke's daughter and the light of her life. She is a strong reason why Jessica fights; to ensure the world Danielle grows up into is safe
• Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel: Jessica has worked alongside Carol at first, the two butting heads before a friendship grew. Carol has called on Jessica's help and vice versa. The two now have a best friendship to the point they rib each other endlessly
• Danny Rand/Iron Fist: More her husband's friend, she has worked with him on occasion and enjoys his company (Can add details should anyone play him)
• Trish Walker: Jessica's best friend and confidante. A radio talk show host and podcaster, Jessica can often count on Trish to provide sources and help in investigations or if she just needs someone to talk to outside of her husband (Can add details should anyone play her)

Enemies

Enemies

• The Purple Man: Zebediah Killgrave, aka The Purple Man, is someone Jessica has a tense history with due to his control over her and subjected her to commit heinous acts. Since breaking free of him, he is at the top of her list of people she wants to take down
• Bushwacker: Carl Burbank, aka Bushwacker, is a mercenary and assassin who can turn his arms into a multitude of projectile weapons. He often targets mutants and has come across Jessica in her work
• Denny Haynes: A drug dealer in New York who created a drug using the Mutant Growth Hormone. He has caused countless trouble for Jessica and specifically goes after young mutants
• Lone Shark: Lenny Sirkes, aka Lone Shark, is a crooked real estate developer who donned his super suit to scare people in New York and take over their homes for his purposes. He has been stopped by Jessica on more than one occasion
• Typhoid Mary: A dangerous criminal with outstanding abilities. Though she has mainly faced off against Daredevil, Jessica has faced her and beat her, which has put a target on her back

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Sample Post

The rain pounded against her window. Despite the intensity of the storm outside, it was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside the office of Jessica Jones.

Avery Worth sat at the desk outside of the main office, typing away on her laptop. She did not know what to expect when she signed up to be the receptionist to a superhero turned vigilante turned private investigator turned 'whatever the hell she decides now', but it wasn't boring. She could hear the muffled voices inside the office, the slow ebb and flow of emotions, mainly anger. The client, or soon-to-be-ex-client, had lied about his intentions when asking for Jessica to find his girlfriend. A sob story she took notes for, Mr. Demitri Blanche had bought a mail-order bride on one of those sites you just had to make sure was opened on incognito mode. When his lucky lady came she was less than thrilled to be seen with Demitri. Demitri, whose audacity outshined any of his other attributes, did not take kindly to being told no, especially by a woman, decided to take matters into his own hands, literally.

The lady ran away and rightfully so. However he came to Jessica in the hopes she would find her and ask no questions. Avery shook her head, knowing full well asking questions was what Jessica did best, outside of punching people and making sarcastic remarks.

Avery heard the tell-tale signs and go up from her desk and walked over to the door. She counted to herself. 3.......2......1.....and opened the door just as Demitri was thrown from the room. He landed with a loud thud against the wall, nearly knocking down one of the paintings Avery bought at a thrift store to make the office space more "comfy". Jessica stalked out coming up to Demitri. "Please! I just want.." Jessica cut him off. "You just want what? Your "wife", term loosely used here, back so you can beat her until she's blue again?"

Demitri whimpered, but started standing up. "I paid for her! I'm out thousands of dollar.." his statement was cut short when he felt a leather boot make contact with his manhood. He let out a high pitched wale only heard by the nearby canines and fell to his knees, clutching the only thing he really loved. "I don't care if she has the cure to cancer and the only way to get it is having her suck your johnson, you will not go within 100 feet of her from now on. She's happier than she's ever been and that's because she doesn't have to wake up to your ugly mug every day for the next ten or so years you have left on this mortal coil."

Demitri tried standing up again, though his knees shook as he did. "I paid you! You didn't do the job I hired you for. I can sue you.."

Jessica chuckled and glanced over to Avery, who merely shrugged. "I dare you to find a lawyer even willing to hear you out, but just so we are clear. You paid me to find her. I found her. It was in the contract you signed. I can have that sent over to your lawyer if you want. Otherwise, if I find out you so much as googled the poor woman's name I will personally see that your teeth are shoved down your throat in pieces that you will be shitting them out for months. Do we have an understanding?"

Demitri stood there, attempting to say something. As he did Jessica stepped forward and he fell back, scrambling to his feet. He gave her a tense look before he left.

"You nearly broke the door. Again," Avery said.

Jessica shrugged, "We can afford it."

Avery returned to her desk. "Be that as it may, that's the third client you kicked out. Not that the dick didn't deserve it, but we need steady work if we want to keep the lights on and allow me to buy that cute dress I saw in the store window."

Jessica grabbed her jacket in her office and put it on. "We'll be fine Avery. Work will come. In the meantime I'm heading home. I have a little girl I need to play with and a husband to make sweet love to to wash away the grime I had to muck in today."

As the door shut, Avery smiled. No, it was never boring here.