Demetris head turned over to face Aster as he heard his voice in the distance. The child of Aphrodite stood there naked, for all to see. It made sense really, Venus emerging from the sea, naked and free for all, and then there stood her child emerging from a lake naked as well. Honestly Demetri was beginning to think that there must be some shared characteristics between parent and child, it made sense genetically, but just how much do genetics play into the world of gods? He turned his gaze away from the nude child and looked at quite literally anything else. ”Dear lord have you no sense of dignity? Don’t answer that, I’ve an inkling i already know what you’ll say.” Demetri tried to recall anything that would help in the search for his parent, some detail that may spark some sort of catalyst before being claimed. He listened as the Hephaestus girl mentioned her theory on Zeus being his parent and he just laughed at the idea.
”That’s a laugh. Finding a kid of Zeus must be like finding a needle in a pushpin. There, apparent, and way too many to actually fit. I mean honestly, who hasn’t the guy porked? I wouldn’t be surprised if I was his.” The moment that he’d gotten his weapon flashed into his mind, the bolt of lightning that came crashing down onto the earth just before the monster had attacked him. Could every appearance of such weaponry always be so flashy? Or was this due to his parent being a lord who wields bolts of thunder and used one to send it to him? Too many questions and not enough answers at the moment, though Demetri was sure that all this speculation was no real help until someone decided to pony up and claim him. He had decided to keep these thoughts to himself, not letting on as to what exactly his powers were nor how he got his weapon or the story of his ‘miraculous’ conception. ”So just how many kids of Zeus are there? Oh and while we’re at it, is Heracles actually real? Cuz he seems like he’d be an...interesting older brother to say the least.”
Max watched as the flames burned the two Hellfire members, feeling some sense of remorse as Glimpse was caught in the flames as well, though she had to have seen it coming somehow. Or did her precognition not work in this way? Before he was even able to stand up, the girl who was previously knocked off by Havoks blast stood up and was still for only a moment. Chaos ensued further as Havok appeared distraught towards Sapphire, blasting her into the filing cabinets. This was Max’s chance to use the chaos to sneak to the computer. He began to inch forward when the girl addressed him, lifting him up with her mind and then tossing him like a rag doll out the French doors and over the balcony. Max quickly gripped onto the side of the balcony floor, wondering just how many floors up he was, and how quickly the fall would be. Could he use a power in time to help? Would there be no time for such tricks?
A few ideas raced through his mind as he clung for dear life. A large silk scarf to use as a rope down, how ever many pillows or beds it would take to reach his current floor, jumping and hoping for the best. Finally he closed his eyes, quieting his mind as he has done so many times before and just called out desperately towards the cosmos, begging for a way to help him out. His eyes opened once more as he spoke the word ”Tnalov” In an instant he felt lighter, as if his feet could grasp the air and stand firmly upon it. In a leap of faith he let go of the balcony and stood there, motionless in the air. Only one issue remained, how does he move about once floating? Max quickly spoke the words to create a new form of clothing, a gliding suit to be worn over his current outfit, should his spell falter and he fall, he could at least attempt to use the currents to glide safely down to the ground. Now there was only one more thing to do, distract the Telekentic bitch. His hands swirled about in the air as he created a ring of fire around Anastasia, just as he had done to the previous two. With him stuck outside and Veil out of the elevator, his plan wasn’t viable anymore.
Peter Jackson Bernard
Location: Hellfire Club: C4 Skills:
Jinxing
Hot hot hot. Fuck this shits hot! ”You’re going to pay for this you little shit! If my skin is damaged so help me I will hunt you and skin you alive!” Jinx’s eyes darted as he watched the blonde boy get yeeted out the window, unsure if he was happy to be rid of the fucker or upset he couldn’t do it himself. Britain stood before him, not taking a single swing at him. Fine then, he’ll do the honors of hitting first. Jinx went to go swing at her when he noticed he couldn’t move. He was stuck in this fire and couldn’t move. ”Oh come on! At least paralyze me outside of the fire.” Annoyance and anger ran through him as he glared at the woman, his chewing became fast and insufferable. He quickly wadded up the gum into a tight compact ball within his mouth, placing it at the tip of his tongue before exhaling a large breath of air and spitting it dead on her face. ”HA!” That solved nothing, but was at the very least satisfying.
Sapphire was clearly under Requiems control, Havoks attitude was either genuine loathing towards the icy woman, or Anastasia had played her little games on his mind. The blonde was disposed of and that just left the frizzy haired witch. Emma seemed to be handling things just fine but it never hurt to have a little help every now and then. Jinx went to try and lay one on her but the heat of the fire was keeping him very distracted, sure Requiem was working on it, but Jinx needed a solution now. He quickly concentrated as hard as he ever has onto the fire nearest him, sending a jinx its way to die down the flames. The flames in half the section were put out and relief began to overwhelm him. As soon as Little Britain looses control of this ridiculous bind he’s going to hit her so hard it’ll knock her back across the pond.
ＮＡＭＥ River Diver ＲＡＣＥ Lalafell ＣＬＡＮ Plainsfolk ＢＩＲＴＨＰＬＡＣＥ Crystal Tower ＯＣＣＵＰＡＴＩＯＮ Researcher ＳＯＵＬ ＣＲＹＳＴＡＬ Summoner ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ River is one of the tallest lalafell, standing at a modest 3 feet 2 inches. His hair is a deep blue, and when grown longer, has the tendency to fade to white towards the tips; giving his hair the appearance of cascading waves. His eyes are heterochromatic, with his left being peculiarl red color, and the right being the same deep ocean blue as his hair. He wears aesthetic paint around his eyes, not only to help accentuate them, but also to help the conductivity of his spells when casting. Aside from that, there is a jewel placed upon his forehead, sometimes accented by the same paint to help give focus when attempting to mentally command his egi to do his bidding.
River tends to wear typical mage attire. Opting for stylish robes whose sleeves are either folded up, or short to help expose some of his skin. This choice is due to the belief that having exposed parts of ones body allows for a better system for which to siphon the aetherial energy’s of monsters to help in the summoning and attuning process. As most lalafells, River tends to lean towards more loose fitted clothing, help hide his rotund body, while also allowing more freedom of movement to cast spells and make the necessary geometric shapes in battle.
ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ River tends to lean towards being the studious type. His belief is that with knowledge and understanding of thr arcane, he can become a force to help fight against another Calamity so that no one may need to suffer it again. He may not always say it, but he is more than happy to have some company regardless of what he is doing. The company tends to help ground him and remind of of the people that he wishes to protect. River has always had a drawn to the unknown, which explains his inner yearning to learn more about the Allagan Empire as well as other fallen civilizations within Hydaelyn.
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River’s past begins further than most, almost 5 millennia further. It all stems from the meticulous work of his mother, an Allagan researcher who helped the empire in creating biological weapons, soldiers of untold destruction, and the binding of primal. She tied all of these paths of aetherchemistry together in order to work on a life long project before the Fourth Umbral Calamity. By spiriting away Sahagin and locking them in chambers, she was able to keep a consistent flow of prayer and aether to help manifest and bind The King of the Whorl, Leviathan.
In doing so she would attempt to create a soldier beyond compare, someone who posses the strength and power of a Eikons, one that can help Xande in his conquest of Hydaelyn. At the time of her experiments she was with child, siphoning as much of Leviathans water aspected aether into her own would be son in order to bestow him as the first Eikon Soldier. At the time of his birth, he was taught how to siphon aether from such beings and thus did so for many years. These experiments caused physical changes to his body, replacing an Allagan red eye with that of a pool of blue, like the aether he was suffusing to himself. His hair began to take aspects of the whorl and his power of magic grew stronger than any soldier currently in existence.
His time in Allag and The Crystal Tower was cut short however. Xande’s greed for the voidsent began to start the Fourth Umbral Calamity, and all of his mothers work would be for naught, it was this that brought her to seal her child in a stasis chamber and use her magicks to send River away to an undisclosed location. His chamber appeared in the South Western side of Eorzea, hidden from prying eyes. Calamity’s came and went, soon burying his chamber under the seas of La Noscea where he remained dormant until the fall of Dalamund.
Though the fall of Dalamund was a tragic moment for most, it turned out to be a lucky one for River. A blast of the moon careened into the waters, sending a massive wave towards the shores of Limsa, carrying his chamber onto its white sand beaches. The blow damaged the capsule, breaking River free from its clutches and breathing new life into him. He awoke there, stranded in small clothes, no memory of his past nor any inkling as to where he now was. The only clue he had was a small golden plaque with his name engraved into it.
River’s legs wobbled and caved beneath him from the many years in stasis, his body not used to having to move. A kind stranger found him wandering the shores and took him in, gave him clothes, and sheltered him as well as others from the calamity currently taking place. River watched as chaos reigned outside the window, watching the sky fall even from this distance and it burned something inside of him, a great need of power to help those who cannot help themselves.
From that point forward River had acquainted himself with the Arcanist Guild, doing all he could to study and learn the power of magic that they weilded. A combination of mystical arts and mathematics, woven together to create something new. There was a familiarity to all this for him, yet he simply brushed it off as destiny, something he was meant to be. From the moment he was able to cast his first spell, River took up any and all quests that he could find. Gaining as much experience as he could as an adventurer in order to become sharper in mind and body so that he may be allowed to learn from the tomes hidden away for higher students.
As time went on his skills grew sharper, his knowledge of the arcane stronger, and his grasp on efficiency tighter. Now at his career he has gained something that seemed like such a far fetched goal, a soul stone. This stone marked him as a summoner, a conjurer of beasts of power and master of aether manipulation. Or at least that’s how it seemed, though there was still a long road ahead of him in uncovering more spells, theologies, and traits that would help him better himself. When the moment came to attempt his first summon, he crafted a peculiar egi. A Levi-Egi. This was a small being that looked akin to that of the Whorl Eater, created from the aether aspected in water, yet unknown to him that it was all due to the workings of millennia old magic long lost.
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Favorite Dish: La Noscean Toast
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The scent of the salty sea air permeated the Drowning Wench as River sat there with a tankard of mulled tea and a stack of tomes filling the other three chairs that sat at the table with him. It was a morning like any other, he sat there studying geometric shapes, looking for a way to improve on what he already knew, potentially tweaking some of the shapes by adding arrays, or layering more effects atop them to help make his magic more potent, faster, or less energy consuming. He reached for his tankard and took a moment to breathe in the spices that lingered in the drink, such exotic things should be enjoyed and savored after all. He took a sip as he flipped to the next page in the tome that he has read over a dozen times, each time hoping that something new might stand out to him. Baderon came out from behind the bar, making his way towards River with a plate of warm La Noscean Toast setting it down on an empty spot near the tea.
"Yer readin' that bloody book again? How many times is it now?"
"Not enough times it seems, I still haven't an inkling on how to move forward...There must be more to it than this, this can't be it."
Baderon gave out a hearty laugh as he clasped his hand on Rivers shoulder. He shook his head slightly at the lalafell as he began to gesture towards the tomes and sea while he spoke.
"Yer never gon' find what yer lookin' in there. Only so much a book can teach ya', why not try yer luck out there, in the world. Yer bound ter find more knowledge or least different techniques beyond your dusty tomes. Here, I just got this notice. Was 'bout ter put it up but I figure I could let you see it first."
River took the parchment out of Baderons hands and examined it thoroughly. There wasn't much information posted on it, just a name, location, and date really. He scratched his head as he turned the page over hoping to see more information but finding nothing of the sort. He was aware that the Quicksand was where Ul'Dah held their adventurers guild, so it'd be quite the voyage there, however Baderon was right in that he should explore the world more, see a wider variety of beasts to hunt and study as well as look at cultural magics and use that to help further his study on summoning, or at the very least find older beings for which to skin and tan to help create a better grimoire. He gave the notice back to Baderon with a smile and then turned to look out at the view of the sea, gulls flying in the distance just above ships that were coming in to dock. The cold sea breeze blew in, chilling River as his pages flipped rapidly and he could feel the call to adventure once again.
River grabbed three leather belts, tying the books together and hoisting them over his shoulders and onto his back, making the short walk to the aetheryte crystal just outside of the Aftcastle and taking it to the Arcansit guild. As soon as he was whole again he waddled his way into the guild and told the receptionist he'd be returning the books indefinitely as he was going on a journey. Excitement filled him to the brim and River couldn't keep himself from grinning the entire time. He ran down Hawkers Alley visiting a few stores in order to gather ingredients for his journey as well as some non perishable foods mostly consisting of bags of raisins. The shopping always proved to be a bit more tedious than it should be, having many Roegedyns manning the stalls meant that a good portion of them didn't see the small lalafell when he stood right at the counter, often times needing to jump to grab their attention. However once it was all settled, River wove himself between the legs of the passerby's in a manner much akin to how a baby coeurl does, almost tripping a few patrons but having them only get a childish tongue sticking out to them if the bothered to grab his attention.
Once he had made his way back to the Drowning Wench, he was horrified to see he had forgotten his plate of La Noscean Toast, a delicacy he would soon miss once he was abroad. He snagged his plate and took it with him upstairs into his inn room where he slowly munched on the rich, buttery bread that despite its name was exceedingly soft. There wasn't much to gather, his grimoire, spare sets of clothing, his battle robes, and what was gathered at the markets. The last item he had was a map of Eorzea, hung up on the wall with notes scribbled all over the La Noscean area with a grading scale of monsters that could be found, their difficulty in battle in relation to his current strength, as well as ingredients, landmarks, and other such things that he deemed of importance. The only other marker placed on that map was near Thanalan and Mor Dhona, a circle area labeled "The Flats of Cartaneu" a location said to be the source of where Dalamund fell, causing massive aetheric irregularities as well as the supposed location of the Sons of Saint Coinach, a group he knew only by name that studied the ruins of Allagan civilization; a subject matter that always interested River and called out to him like a beacon in the night. This guild, whoever they may be, would be a wonderful opportunity for River to be able to find residency in a major city that happens to be near the epicenter of the last calamity. He stared at the location longingly for a moment before finally rolling up the map and tying it to the bottom of his satchel and making his way to the docks.
Frigid sea water splashed up high into the air, dissipating into tiny flecks of mist that sprayed against his face as the ship pressed on. There was a certain calm about River when he was out in the sea, as if it was home to him, inviting him to stay a while and live out his days surrounded by the mass of water. River stood there at the port side, hands against the wooden railing as he stared out into the ocean. He'd miss having this view, having to trade out a glittering sea that danced as if they were thousands of diamonds shimmering in an endless blue. A deep longing began to take him as he realized that he would be trading this out for nothing but an expanse of desert and heat beyond belief, a change he was not looking forward to. During one of the nights, River could've sworn he felt something stir beneath the ship. Running out to see if he could spot the source he found that no one else had stirred awake, no one felt the slithering that threatened to ensnare the ship. He saw nothing in the dark blue water, save for the reflection of the stars and moon on its surface. Just as he was about to turn back in for the night he saw a pair of red eyes, glowing beneath the waves just in his peripheral. His head snapped towards the shapes and there were two red beads, glowing and staring straight at him. The slithering stopped and a large serpent like figure loomed in the shadows, its dark body barely showing up within the black of the night.
A voice called out to him, though only he could hear it. Fear not young one, for the Whorl issss alwaysss with you. Even in the depths of that arid place.
Confusion filled him as the voice echoed in his head, the pair of ruby eyes sinking further and further into the depths as the words continued to resonate within him, growing more and more distant until the eyes were gone. Suddenly River jostled awake, cold sweat running down his face as he looked about the room. It was all a dream...an incredibly vivid dream. He got up and made his way topside, taking in the cool night air as he attempted to calm his nerves. Was the dream referring to his egi? Or was there more to the meaning behind what it seemed? He made his way port side once more and looked out into the sea in search for those eyes, ones he'd soon not forget. The waves were surprisingly calm as was the night, and he figured there was naught else to do but to return to his cabin and rest.
The next few days on his voyage River spent his time primarily searching the seas for a sign of the King of the Whorl or whatever that deep sea creature was in his dreams. Flashes of visions would pass through his mind at night as he slept, the closer he got towards Ul’Dah, the more vivid these images seemed to be. Beautiful crystals the likes he’d never seen, inlaid with golden designs and very rarely he would see flashes of cracked containers; a Celeste green liquid spewing out and scaled hands with claws falling limp against glass. He knew naught what any of this meant, only that it seemed his adventure would bring more questions that would hopefully get answered.
On the final day, Vesper bay was in sight and the tan-red stones of Thanalan were a great reminder to the loss of sea life he would soon obtain. He began to wonder what the local garb would look like as well as how his battle set would fair in this heat. Full glad that there were many openings to allow for more aetheric contact, and now air flow. As the ship docked and he bared his farewells, River made his way through the arid landscape, through Horizon and finally to Ul’Dah. More than a few creatures dared to stand in his way, each one taken down as they were no stronger than the beasts back home. River, however, was not aware of the more insidious characters that lurked within these lands, falling prey to a few too many thieves and Brass Blades who conned him of his Gil, leaving his coin purse lighter than he wished.
There was still a week before the meeting took place and River used that time to survey the lands. Seeing its aether for himself first hand while taking in the local beasts, flora, fauna, and more. Unsatisfied with the age of many of the creatures, making it difficult to find a skin that would be useful to enhance his grimoire. He quickly learned to take the citizens words lightly, and to keep his coin purse hidden and out of reach. Many times walking around with his Egi summoned so that the more weak willed of assailants would be deterred from even attempting to mess with him. The local food was adequate but nothing like his meals from home, and he was more than delighted to find out that they sold Mulled Tea here as well, a taste of home to help quell the home sickness.
He often times reminded himself of why he was here, to help establish a base of operations to continue his line of study, hopefully get a chance to meet the fabled Sons as well as learning more about the most advanced civilization who’s hubris was their own downfall. But their knowledge and control over Primals was like none other, and that was a power he wished to obtain for himself. Egi’s were fine and well, but nothing compared to having the full power of a Primal at your disposal to do with as you pleased. Surely such talents would have helped against the last Calamity, perhaps weakened Bahamut to once more imprison him back within Dalamund. All these speculations would have to wait, the week was up and he was needed at the Quicksand to apply for a position amongst the ranks of The Twelve.
Max’s eyes darted from side to side, keeping his eyes fixed on Wanda and Flynn to see who would strike him first. Chaos ensued all around him as the Hulk began to toss statues at Magneto, his team assaulting the King like a swarm of mosquitoes angering a giant. The sounds and crashes, coupled with the risk of ‘innocent’ lives, distracted Max enough not to noticed when Wanda took to the skies and landed by him. Her voice caught his attention as panick began to well up inside him. Was he truly ready for this fight? His head turned to meet her gaze, only enough to see her flick her wrist and knock him back against the ground. The impact sending a pressure into his chest as his shoulders began to hurt. ”Isn’t it obvious Wanda? I’m doing what you refuse to do, I’m doing what I was tasked to do. I’m fixing your mistake!” Max spoke, as he slowly got up, trying to regain some of his strength from the previous blow.
He now stood there, eye to eye facing Wanda Maximoff. People often times thought of him as walking chaos but Wanda...she was the real chaos incarnate. Max took a deep breath, gathering himself before his hands cast off a swirl of particles. The circlular array hit the ground beneath her feet but found no purchase there as the portal failed to open. Panic. Max quickly thought to bind her, not wanting to shed any more blood than what was needed for today. His arms swept up as he tried to call the chains forth once more, just as he had done the previous day. He knew not if she was masterfully counteracting his magick with hers but those too failed to form and Max began to wonder if he picked the wrong fight. All that kept him going was the thought that, as long as he kept her busy, no one else would have to feel her wrath. Fine then. It was time to annoy another giant. Max pooled an orb of cosmic energy, a glowing array of blues, blacks, purples, and pinks, showing the unbridled power of the cosmos as he launched the blast towards her and hoped it would hit the same way she had hit him before. He watched as it nudged her back slightly but looking more like an inconvenience. ”I don’t want to fight you. I don’t want to hurt you either...I just want to make this right. That was a warning shot, please don’t do this.”
Name: Milo Thatch Aliases: Miles, Tails Age: 21 Gender: Male
Appearance
Height: 6' Weight: 170lbs Build: Slim Eyes: Forest Green Hair: Ginger Skin Tone: Caucasian Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None Personal Style: Milo tends to lead towards the more comfortable aspect of style. Opting to wear plain white shirts, fitted khaki pants with the pant cuff rolled up high enough to see miss matched colored socks, as well as a pair of leather boots. He almost always has a leather messenger bag with him along with his Ipad, Apple Pencil, and Keyboard Cover. Milo tends to wear 5 to 6 leather and corded bracelets to cover up his black band, part ways for the stylistic look it gives him as well as to avoid any more of those capitalistic hacks who try to pawn off love to him on a daily basis.
Sexuality/Personality
Sexuality: Homosexual Personality: Milo is a bit of a skeptic. Though he knows The Fragmented exist, and that he is in fact one of them, he views the whole notion of it as just some new capatilistic gain. Thinking that corporations and movie makers played up the idea too much when the chances of even meeting another Fragmented was slim enough, and believing they take advantage of this sliver of hope to cash in on the most life threatening opportunity one could have. Aside from all that, Milo is a fun loving guy, always happy to help those who need it even though he’s endlessly tired from his job as a Barista where he almost always hears some guest say to him “Hey baby, are you fragmented? Cuz I’ve got that missing piece ;)”
Biography
General History: Milo was born and raised in Orlando, Florida. He’s traveled to a few other states every now and then, but is mainly just stuck in Orlando with work and friends. He is the son of two well off parents who constantly offer to aid him in his endeavors, but he insists that the make it on his own. Growing up Milo was a fairly carefree child, paying little to no mind as to the world around him, save for what he cared to look into. He watched many shows where love triumphs all, or the guy always gets the girl, and grew up seeing the same plot and hook repeated until he realized that it would only ever manifest that way if it was scripted.
His parents gave him everything he’d ever wanted, and they help him out as much as he allows, but for the most part Milo spends his time at work in a coffee shop listening to horrible pick up lines and watching countless dates play in front of him. Perhaps it was this notion of seeing all of those around him so maddeningly “in love”, while he could scarcely get a decent guy to look his way, that caused him to have such a bitter outlook on life in regards to romance. He see’s the band etched into his skin everyday and swears that his soulmate must either be one of antagonism or platonic love, two pieces that many a script tend to leave out unless it inevitably ends up being love at the end.
Milo currently lives in a two bedroom apartment, and has his friend Ana who spends almost all her time there. They’re as close as can be, and if it wasnt for the fact that she’s not fragmented, theyd of sworn that they had a platonic soulbond with one another. He has a pet cat, an orange tabby named Goose, who is a fierce cuddle monster and avid sleeper. Whenever Milo is too busy at work or working late, Ana is always there with a spare key to help take care of Goose when needed.
Other
Habits: Leg shaking, Nail biting Careers: Barista & YouTube Content Creator Fears:
Max sat there filming the meeting, trying to get as much detail and evidence as he could before Glimpse hopefully led them out and away so that the real investigation could begin. His back was pressed against the corner of the wall, camera pointed straight at the group and his breath steady. If it wasn’t for all his daily meditation and breathing excersises he may have been more bundle of nerves than anything. He watched as the ghostly form of Sapphire began to make her way towards the elder woman on the couch. What in the world was she thinking? Not long after, ice began to form on Emma Frost and the only thing running through Max’s mind was ”What the hell is she thinking?! What is she doing?!” Sapphire had, in one fell swoop, jeopardized the mission. Max sat there, stowing the camera as he tried to think of the best plan for this scenario but things kept spiraling out of control. Havok revealed himself and launched a blast towards a young girl, and then a loud thud could be heard coming from the elevator.
Knock out and Run. Those were his instructions. Max’s invisibility fell as he was beginning to stand up and run. If he could just get to the computer, then maybe this wouldn’t be such a waste of time. The footage was now only incriminating to the Underground and thus unusable, so perhaps if he could unplug and grab the computer then maybe they can have someone hack into the hard drives and find some dirt or information that is needed and helpful. Ugh, why didn’t he got to unplug them first while he was invisible? As Max was bolting towards the desk setup a pink bolt of energy flew straight towards him, the blast distracting him and causing him to lose his footing as he tripped and fell down onto the ground. Once there Max conjured a ball of fire and hurled it at the bar, causing it to ignite and burn all the alcohol, creating a large blaze and then slow burn as it all caught and crackled. The Smokey scent filling the air. As he watched the fire burn he thought it only prudent to separate the villains so that they wouldn’t be able to work at full strenght. Max began to stream his cosmic energy towards the fire, redirecting it and pulling it so that it now formed a ring around the couch that the two men and Glimpse were at.
Peter Jackson Bernard
Location: Hellfire Club: C4 Skills:
Jinx scowled at the woman as she declined the drink that he worked so hard to create. Oh he’ll show her a whiskey neat all right! Yeah, he’ll just whisk this drink up and toss it in her face, now that would be neat wouldn’t it?! But before he could even grab the glass Emma turned into her diamond form. Jinx’s sight immediately shot over towards the woman standing behind her, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he could feel a fight about to break out. Without skipping a beat Jinx immediately hexed Glimpse, making sure that she would more likely fail than succeed if she were to try and enter the fight. A pretty boy popped up soon after and slung some energy at Anastasia. He rather mutants didn’t hurt each other but...she deserved it. ”I don’t know about your brother but I’ll glad take you out for a spin pretty boy.” This day was getting better and better, four against two was no challenge, hopefully this new addition would make the fight more fair for them.
As if the gods that willed heard his plea, a fourth hero popped up and began to scurry like the rodents these heroes were. ”Where you going little buddy. THE FUNS JUST STARTED” Jinx hurled a psybolt towards the blonde cutie (Seriously? How do these guys find all the cute ones?) but unfortunately missed his shot as the boy fell to the ground. Just his luck, maybe that could change. Jinx slowly began to walk towards Max menacingly when and flash of heat came from his right. A blaze of fire flared up as the blondie light the bar on fire and then proceeded to encircle Jinx, Requiem, and the traitor together. Fires weren’t a huge deal, the circus had flame swallowers, breathers, dancers, and more. So what’s a little flaming circle but a piece of home? It was however inconvenient for a fight. Jinx turned and cursed the ice-y mutant so that he already weak mind was more easily controlled through Requiems honeyed words.”Daddy, be a dear and put that cold bitch to use, I’ve already readied her for you.” Jinx gave Max a wink before turning to face Glimpse with a grin. ”Come on Little Britain, hit me with your best shot”
”Well good news is that it seems you can build a fire, eh? But no seriously I’m so glad we aren’t having to eat raw fish so thank you.” Demetri moved over towards the Hephaestus girl, away from the gut collecting Ares kid, and sat down on the ground. He brought his knees up to his chest, resting his cheek against it as he watched her build the fire. For kids of gods, they seemed fairly chill and free, not unlike many others kids his age. He began to wonder to himself if the children of gods carried similar traits within families. Did all Ares kids like to pull pranks and rush in? Were all of Hephaestus’s children so nonchalant towards certain matters? Most importantly...were all of Aphrodites children like Aster? Because a whole camp full of him? No thank you.
Demetri unfurled a bit, stretching out his legs as the dirt pushed against his converse, adding a new layer of filth onto the whites of his shoes. His arms outstretched behind him, hands firmly planted down as he stared up at the sky trying to take this all in. Gods, Demi—gods, and myths come to life, how much more of this world was hidden behind a mist of deception? Demetri shook his head lightly, unbelieving at the fact that he was even entertaining the idea of higher powers that could have set the world in motion. If all this was to be true, if he truly was the child of a god, then who was his godly parent? This thought settled into his mind and he was reminded of a story his mother used to tell him when he was just a child growing up. She always referred to him as ‘The Light of Her Life’, stating that she knew his miraculous birth would occur when a golden ray of light showered upon her in the early morning, God willing her to have a child. Demetri had always thought the story some form of fairly tale, something a mother invents to bring wonder and joy to a child’s life. Now he sat here wondering if there was some truth to the tale.
Max held his breath in fear as the mutant lingered by the elevator. Waiting for a moment that he would turn his back or walk away so that he could step through the elevator before the doors closed. As the dark haired teen removed his arm from the elevator door and made his way over to the bar station, Max began to slowly make his way out of the elevator and into the room. Legs crouched, each step carefully placed as he watched those in the room and kept glancing at his surroundings so that he would trip or hit anything that could make noise. Havok it seemed had already moved his way towards the files and may of been waiting for an opportune moment in which he could open or search them without being caught.
Max on the other hand had other ideas in store. Doubting that the villains would believe that their place was suddenly haunted, He slunk his way into the corner between the filing cabinet and wall, slowly getting down into a sitting position and pulling out his camera. He hit the record button and began to film the interaction between Glimpse and the others. Max tried to twist the lens to zoom in and out on each persons face so that they had some form of record on as to who was there and who to look out for in the future. Aside from that he tried to get as much audio as he could so that they could look back on it and see if there was anything missed in the heat of the moment. So far nothing too damning was taking place, and this whole ordeal was more nerve wracking than anything. The pit of Max’s stomach began to knot and his anxiety was kicking in, making him wonder just how powerful these mutants were, and just what were they capable of.
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Jinx was a bit relieved that he had gone against his immediate urge to use his powers on Emma Frost. It was clear that a more gentle hand, or forceful mind, would be needed at the moment, and if he had managed to fritz there pretty little head of hers, they may of been in some deeper shit at the moment. He heard Requiem suggest for Braddock to sit down on the couch, and with her compliance Jinx was more than certain he was manipulating her. Good, that meant that things may go smoother than previously thought and no more mutant blood had to be spilled. He simply smiled at her as she made her way to the couch and then turned and gave Emma a wide grin. ”Why I would love to get her something to drink. After all, talking can make someone so perched? Parched? Parcheesi? I don’t know blame the American Education system or something.” Jinx quickly spun on his heel, turning away from the elevator and making his way towards the bar.
As he stood there eyeing all of the various bottles and realizing he had no idea what to grab the woman to drink, he turned his attention to the flavored bottles. Pulling out his phone and turning to google he searched for traditional English cocktails and found something called a Pimm’s cup. This however, was way more work than he cared to do and so instead he decided to create his own concoction. Jinx grabbed a metal shaker and threw a few cubes of ice in there, he grabbed a bottle of cream liquor that was stored inside the bars cooler and poured it into the shaker. He proceeded to toss a few more things in there, whipped cream flavored Vodka, peach flavored Vodka, and a splash of cherry flavored Vodka to add a little cherry on top of the whipped cream. He shook it up vigorously and then opened the cap to pour out the cocktail into the glass; it was pure alcohol as he had no knowledge to cut it with anything else. Jinx made his way over towards Glimpse, sitting next to her and placing the glass on the table. ”There you go. Made you a lovely peach cobbler.”
Max was torn as to which side to go with. On one hand, he could see how valuable his skills would be on the stealth team, allowing them an easy out if necessary in a pinch; this ofcourse would be a moot point if Klara, or Runa hadn’t decided to disappear into the darkness without so much as a word. On the other hand, Max fully understood the idea of a small covert group of no more than four players for a stealth mission. It reminded him of the group the Underground took to investigate Shaw, small group with at least one person leading and someone who can help stealth their way through the issues. He didn’t know the others well enough though, nor what exactly they were capable of. They were Red Guard so hopefully that meant some form of stealth ops, they should also be trained killers or disablers. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind of the voices playing tug of war on who’s side he could join, then he finally spoke up. ”I’m going with the assualt team. My powers can be spotty and chaotic at times, and i would hate to compromise the mission to save others just because I can’t portal exactly where we need to or something. I will attempt to do some magical reconnaissance on the way to the palace and will alert you if i find anything. If by the time we get there you haven’t heard from me, then that means i was unable to discern any information on the dungeons past what I already told Tinley.”
With the Max got into the assault team vehicle and proceeded to do what he could to help. Unfortunately it seemed no one carried a compact mirror on them, which was rule number one of being a caster. Always have a mirror on hand. He could beat himself up over it later. Max attempted to create the item but the beings that willed did not feel the need to allow him to do so. So he sat quietly in the car with his eyes closed, imagining a pool of still water in his mind as he attempted to scry on the dungeons, only to have that spell fail as well, not that he could say he was surprised. The team had finally made their way to the positions and Max awaited a cue, Hawkeye masterfully shouted the line, (Though he was sure Tony Stark could do it better) and then watched as The Hulk transformed and shook the earth, now that was a cue. He used the temporary distraction as a safeguard to propel himself up in the air, Swirls of concentrated cosmic energy swirled within each hand as he flew up ten feet before landing about fifteen feet away from his target of Wanda Maximoff. The distance was too great to attempt more without harming bystanders so he ran for a jump start and tried again, this time falling flat on his face only two feet away. ”Damn it”
Max could feel himself going nowhere fast, and was sure to have embarrassed himself in front of some of earths best heroes. He got up and wiped the dirt from his face, looking now towards Flynn who seemed to be hotter than ever. Unfortunately for Klara, that heat could very well mean death to her, and although they had their differences, it wouldn’t sit right with him if he just let her die. Max swirled his hands above his head, conjuring pools of water that began to sway and swirl above Flynn, turning into a massive ball of water before it just fell down attempting to douse the flames on him. Flynn aptly dodged out of the way, leaving Klara soaked to the bone, and his fires still burning. ”Oh come on. Just this once could my powers work, just once.” His attention was now split between Wanda and Flynn, she would surely be enraged by the arrow that went flying towards her father, and Flynn would surely take offense to the orb of water that was just summoned above him.
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