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Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: None
First Day Fit: Plum Top, Black Fluffy Jacket with Gold Embellishments, Dark Blue Jeans, Dark Purple Boots

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Dorian, it seemed, hadn't done the most basic thing when concerned about a loved one, and it took Leah, of all people, to point it out. Sabine bit her tongue as it looked like Dorian was, understandably, upset. Thankfully, Percy had appeared and Dorian ran over (or as much as he could over some ice) to go see him. Sabine let out a breath of relief. It seemed she wasn't quite over all of the trouble they had dealt with over the past couple of months of her mind immediately went to somewhere bad upon hearing Percy was missing.

"Seems all is well, at the moment. Just..." She had to admit that, so far, today was proving to be an ordeal. As much as she wanted to relax (and she did enjoy the brief moment of respite with Leah), she knew she would need to step up at some point further. Percy and Chase were dealing with things, which meant their respective partners were, which meant that their friends and loved ones were, in a vicious cycle of stress and high emotional intensity.

Sabine felt the beginning of a panic attack and took some deep breaths and focused herself. She closed her eyes and cleared her mind, a tool Dr. Whitehall had taught her when she noticed herself feeling stress and pressure. "I need a moment, Leah. Sorry." Sabine skated away to the side. Not far away from Leah, but she needed some space. She took a seat on one of the benches and ook some more deep breaths.

She needed to get it together. People were counting on her.

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: None
First Day Fit: Twisted School Girl

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Millicent was used to crowds, though this was the first time the crowd consisted of clones of the same person. Millicent signed articles of clothing as much as she could, but it was getting a bit overwhelming. And the only allies she had in this moment had fucked off. "Mental note: Marlena is not good in a crisis and cannot be relied on.

Jessie, or Jessies, were proving to be a hassle. Millicent needed to get out of there quickly. "I am glad you all have each other, and I appreciate the offer, but I am good at the moment. I only just started here, so I am still getting my feet wet. But I encourage you all to consider joining, or at least supporting. You can all be in the audience cheering the hockey team on! But being a part of something else outside of....this collective thing you got going on could be a lot of fun. At least consider it, but the team could use some signatures on their petition. Though I guess that calls into question if all of you signing would be considered one or multiple people? Ah well, worth a try."

She stared to back-up, hoping she could ease herself out and go somewhere, anywhere, else.

〖 𝚁 𝙾 𝙶 𝚄 𝙴 𝚁 𝙾 𝚆 〗⌠ The Fall from Disgrace ⌡⌠ British Espionage / Crime RP⌡

I have a post in the works, I am hoping to have it up tomorrow or Wednesday

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

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As the masses gathered, Imogen kept an eye on some of the parties she was privvy to. Some of it was her ability to read people and some of it was scouring documents and the internet. Granted, a lot of information was redacted or not readily available, but one might be surprised just what information is out there in the ether, whether you want it to be or not.

First, Samantha Norr and Daniel Graves. It was clear, at least to her, that there was an undercurrent of animosity. Moreso directed to Daniel from Samantha. "Those two are sleeping together. Or desperately want to," she thought to herself. Samantha did her best to lasso control back, but it was obvious Daniel had intended to be seen as the leader. Or, at the very least, above Samantha in the hierarchy.

Dr. Soraya Mansour was an interesting character. Her backstory was something out of a spy novel (from what she was able to gather). She was not a people person in her opinion. The fact she spoke up first let Imogen know Soraya took her job seriously. Which was a good thing, but it came wih red flags. Was Soraya a 'get the job done no matter the cost' type? In this field that was something to consider.

The bulk that was one of their IT professionals seemed like a nice enough guy. Enzo was cordial and polite, but you didn't grow muscles like that because you enjoyed lifting weights. No one liked lifting weights. To Imogen, you did so for one of a few reasons. Enzo either was bullied a lot as a child and worked on himself, both body and mind, to tower over those who dared try to hurt him or he was more than an IT person and preferred that work over knocking skulls together. Either way, Imogen was glad to have him on their side.

The walking shadow that was Stephen Stokes was an enigma. Imogen could not get much of a read on him so she had to rely on the tropes. The strong and silent type. Likely served in armed forces at one point where he preferred to be "not seen and not heard" if this brief interaction (or lack thereof) was any indication. He was someone she would keep an eye on. Part of her role was risk assessment and Stephen was a walking red flag. But sometimes waving the red flag was preferred over a white one.

Imogen gathered herself, knowing what her role in this would be. "Two hundred thousand is generous. I can probably do what is neede with half that amount." Her tone read authoriative. She did her job and did it well. She waited a beat before she turned on her heels and walked out to prepare. She needed to gather intel before the team went out. Dossiers on the news team would be best, something she could use to either discredit or discount them. Beat the information before it has a chance to come out. That way, should any of it leak, they would look untrustworthy or insane. Thankfully the internet was a space where either was likely. If the public could be swayed to ignore or disbelieve the information then the job was done.

Part of her hoped termination would be unnecessary, but she would clean up the mess regardless.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

I mean I would hope so. Not gonna be so good if you put your PR person in an active shootout. But she can make TikToks about how it's actually so good this is happening guys, like you don't even know

Château de La Lune

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Millicent

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Location: Château de La Lune: Dining Room
Skills: N/A

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It seemed her idea had worked. She knew her comment would ruffle feathers, but only those who had a care. "Isn't it funny how the people who proclaim to not care always seem to be the most vocal?" she asked Brendan, moreso for Elizabeth to still hear it. "Real easy to suggest to leave when doing so is near impossible."

"Also it's real interesting that we were all summoned here by random family members. Who wanted Renee here? Seems weird she would come only to wind up dead at the bottom of the stairs." She glanced at Richard. She desperately wanted him to speak up, to say something, or to give himself away. He looked upset, albeit brefly, but he regained his composure.

"So pardon me if I have a bit of compassion for someone who lost their life while everyone else acts like it's a minor inconvennce to your weekend plans. If anything, this whole thing makes me want to call my parents. Someone just lost a child, after all." This was definitely more pointed to Richard. She needed him to crack.

Held Roll

Millicent will use her people reading to see if Richard shows any indication he is aware of Renee and who she is to him

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: None
First Day Fit: Plum Top, Black Fluffy Jacket with Gold Embellishments, Dark Blue Jeans, Dark Purple Boots

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Skating along the rink allowed Sabine to cool her racing thoughts. No more worry over bullies, no sweating details of social media posts to help combat the rumors spiraling her and her team, no concern over her family and how they insert themselves into her dreams. Instead, she was able to turn it all off and skate with her girlfriend. It had reminded her of moments, fleeting though they were, in her past with her mother and father, a time when she wasn't constantly anxious or, if she was, she had the comfort of two loving parents to console her.

She shook off the memory. She wanted to be present. If not for herself, for Leah, who was a constant source of comfort. Sabine was immensely proud of Leah. From the girl constantly looking over her shoulder, wondering when and if her father would come to kill her and those she loved to this strong woman talking about going back to the place she was born to ice skate on it. Fucking ice skating!

In truth, the team had grown in all directions. Herself included. It would be interesting to see the new dynamics with new people joining them as well as how they would be after their win.

"As long as I get some hot chocolate afterwards. Do they even have hot chocolate on Jotunheim? If not, we'll have to introduce it to them. That could be my contribution to your home planet. But either way, as long as I am with you it'll be the best fucking date ever." She leaned her head on Leah's shoulder as they skated, allowing the blur of the scenery around them melt into one.

Until that was broken up by Dorian. Sabine fought an eye roll at having their peaceful date broken up, but Sabine listened. Percy was missing? Sabine stopped skating and made her way closer to Dorian. "Percy is missing? No, I haven't seen him since we left the ice box April made. I assumed he would be with you. Do you need help finding him?"

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: None
First Day Fit: Twisted School Girl

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Millicent figured things weren't 100% on the up-and-up at this school. It stood to reason that a school whose main demographic was teenagers with superpowers would have moments of uncertainty and danger. But flaming bees? That was not something she figured could happen. She needed to broaden her scope. "Fascinating. I'd ask for more information, but I have an inkling I will be filled in quickly. As for the drama, it had something to do with Percy and the new guy I am roomies with. Some past drama that spiraled into something more. April formed some ice walls made out of hot chocolate to keep the bystanders from getting involved, but I don't know how much that helped."

Before she could explain more, she heard the cries of oncoming foot traffic. She knew the sound all too well. She knew she would not remain unknown or anonymous here, but a part of her hoped it would not happen frequently. She turned to face the voices of the girls who thrust their markers in her face. She took a step back and held out her hands. "Whoa whoa, one at a time! I can sign whatever you want, but maybe not the face? That's prime real estate for your own cool looks. But I can sign a piece of clothing or paper or something else." She glanced at Marlena and Vicky, innocent bystanders in this who were also being harassed. Taylor Swift and Katy Perry? As if!

"And my friends here are not who you say they are! Just normal students signing up for clubs and sports and the like. Speaking of which, if you ladies are interested, there's the makings of a female superpowered hockey team that sounds awesome! After I sign some sutff, you should check it out and support it!"

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: Feasting Hall
Grimoire: N/A
Skills: N/A
Current Outfit

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After a long day of getting to know her classmates and coven members, practicing her magic, and working through things with Willow, Cassie found herself incredibly hungry. She approached the feasting hall with vigor, eager to get something to eat. She wondered how the set-up would be. In the movies, there were tables where certain cliques sat, and to sit there when you weren't invited or part of said clique was a social faux pas that could ruin the reputation you had built up or shoot it down before it even had a chance to form.

But this school would be different, right? She had already made some good friends with Willow and Jake. Connie seemed cool, also. Cal was....well she wasn't sure what Cal was anymore.

She entered and saw it bustling with students she didn't know or knew in passing. She looked around to see if she could catch a familiar face. She didn't want to be one of those who sat at the table alone and ate while crying into her Caesar salad. She spotted a ball of energy and knew it was Jake. Thankful to have a friend to eat with she walked over and clocked Jake wasn't alone. Nicholas was also there. Cassie paused her movement, uncertainty boiling up in her gut. He was part of her coven, sure, but she still felt he would rather be elsewhere. And the incident in the library.

She shook it off and continued. "Hey Jake! I am starving!" She sat down, not next to Jake, but across from him so she could still maintain eye contact. "And Nick, nice to see you too! So I was given the run down of how this works briefly from a staff person. So we just...say what we want and it appears? So cool! Still getting used to that!" She picked up her goblet and brought it to her lips as she whispered. The cup quickly filled with pink lemonade and she took a sip. "Also Jake, do you have make-up on? It looks so cute on you! If you're into that I'd love to give you a make-over. If you want, of course. I know me and Willow talked about doing mani-pedis at some point and you are welcome to join." She picked up the menu and looked it over, excited to see food she recognized. Some part of her still felt like it would be weird foods.

As she perused it she couldn't help but overhear a nearby conversation where....a head was found? A human head? And this appeared to be out of the norm? She shivered inwardly. What did that mean? Whose head was it, staff or student? Or stranger?

"Everything sounds good. What do you both think?" she asked the two of them, though she mainly kept her eyes on Jake. Nick worried her still.

~ BLACK FLAGS OF THE ABECEAN ~

The world was water for the briefest of moments.

At least, that was Laelette's world after pirates attacked the ship she had sought passage on and, inevitably, broke up and sank. There was no safety on or off the ship, so she had to take her chances in the water. It wasn't as if it were her choice. The cool water on her skin warmed by the flames of the burning ship, was a nice juxtaposition.

What wasn't so nice was her swimming in a sea of nothing.

She was sure this was the end of it. Her journey, with all its ups and downs, was about to end here, and what had she done? Sure she made a name for herself, kind of, a name whispered as a warning, but there was no legacy. She had wanted to explore, to learn more, to seek out magics across the land and make them her's.

And now, here she was, struggling not to drown.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she felt strong hands pull her up, and she was saved. Well, saved was a strong word, wasn't it? Those who helped her, and a few others, did not seem like the altruistic type. If anything, it seemed she had caused them an inconvenience. Part of her wanted to use her magic to warm herself up, dry her clothes, but something told her to withhold the flames for now, the burning carcass of the ship a warning to her.

Eventually, they came upon a port. She was thankful to see people abound on their daily paths. The man who had aided them giving fair warning as well as directions. Garrison? Did he believe them to be the cause of their troubles? Sure, she may have aided in the ship fire, but she was protecting herself.

She needed to get a lay of the land and there was often no better place to do so than the local tavern. She would avoid the Noble court for as long as she was able to and she expected less than a warm welcome at the embassy, so the tavern it was. She slogged her way over, wishing upon all the gods she had a change of clothes with her.

The tavern, the Palm and Shell, was bustling with activity. Many people milled about, speaking to long-time friends and short-time acquaintances. Laelette strode towards the bar and ordered herself something strong. She couldn't help but overhear talk of increased pirate activity. "Yeah, fucking pirates," she said to herself as she drank.

She would drown her sorrows a bit and see if she could get more information before she moved on. If she was going to be here a while, she would need to find shelter first. She may be stuck here a bit.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

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If you had asked Imogen if she would ever find herself in the middle of nowhere, United States, at some facility housing personnel with varying degrees of skills, bloody or worse, and that she would be tasked with ensuring the reputation of said organization remains squeaky clean, she would have had you committed.

And yet, here she was, standing on sunshine-yellow high heels, a phone in one hand, as she made her way to the briefing room. She was having multiple conversations at once via text, while also scrolling through news headlines. To the untrained eye, Imogen looked like a flighty millennial, doomscrollng and being upset at the latest conspiracy theory or some off-handed comment a celebrity made, putting down one of various minority groups.

Oddly enough, that was not far off from her actual job.

No, Imogen knew she was one of the best in her field, which meant her hands were as dirty as the ones who "cleaned up". She may not have the brawn of an ex-soldier or the military training, but with the right tools in her hands, she could be just as deadly.

So as she stood in the cramped elevator, aware of the bodies around her, but ignoring them as she typed on her phone, she knew whatever this call was about would be of grave importance. An "all hands on deck" approach.

She made her way into the briefing room, preferring to stand off to the side. Satisfied she had tied up some loose ends, she put her phone away, finally glancing at the people she had entered with. An assortment of colorful characters gathered in one room. You can bet someone in the world was quaking in their boots.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Posting first and being the last one in the room is certainly a choice XD