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Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

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Demetri Rowan Howell

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Location: Camp Cafeteria
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First night

Demetri’s suspicions were all confirmed as he got his guided tour of the camp. The scent of ozone filling the air around him as his hair began to frizz up from the static building around him until a final loud crash came bolting upon him. In a flash of light and thunderous applause, he was claimed as a child of Zeus, one of the ‘big three’ as everyone seemed so eager to call them. His disguise fell for a moment as the lightning faded, showing off his electric blue eyes for all to see before it slowly returned back into the brown shade Demetri kept it in just moments before. Everything began to click into place, the thunderous boom shaking his world both literally and figuratively as well. He realized the tales of the golden light and his miraculous birth was more than just a bed time story his mother told him each night, it was how he became the person he is today. A Demi-god. Zeus had been known to shower mortals in a golden light to bear his children and it appeared he did so again, probably to help bypass this no children law that they were supposed to be upholding.

He excused himself momentarily as he was claimed near his cabin, perfect timing if there ever was one. Anxiety riddled him as he made his was atop the marble steps and passed the grande columns straight into what appeared to be an empty space with dear old dads statues placed in perfect lighting. It was at this moment Demetri wished he had more destructive powers, lightning or thunder to send a cacophony of anger towards the marbled piece in hopes that it would shatter and fall to the ground, but he had no such talents and thus resigned himself to press against a wall, sliding down onto the smooth floor with his head pressed against his knees and his arms crossed before his face, hiding himself away as he gathered his thoughts.

There was a shifting sound and footsteps. Someone was in her cabin. She sat up in the old sleeping bag and looked over. There was a dark-haired boy in her cabin. Andy glanced at the photo. He didn’t look like the boy there, though that was a very old picture of a small child. The boy hadn’t woken her, the thunder and lightning had. Andy had suspected that that was just the cabin being annoying, it wouldn’t have surprised her. ”Hello?” She asked. Her voice quiet but echoing in the nearly empty cabin. ”Who are you and why are you in my cabin?” It wouldn’t be a far stretch for her to have not met someone at the camp, it was a big camp, but everyone here knew she was there and was now the sole resident of cabin one.

Demetri’s head poked up as the sound of a small girl resonated throughout the empty hall. His right hand swept back his thick black hair, placing it delicately behind his ear and revealing both his face and bronze earring. He saw a small child, sitting up in a corner that was just barely in sight of him and it appeared as if it was out of sight from the statue. Good choice. Demetri stood up slowly, making his way step by step towards her until he was about halfway there and sheepishly said ”Hi...um, I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware there was someone else in here. I just came to camp a moment ago and was claimed by Zeus...what about you? What’s got you in this dump?” He stood there, staring at the child as he saw just how young some of these campers could be. Had they all been whisked away like he was? How long has she been alone? How long has she been waiting for a sibling if she was in fact a daughter of Zeus?

Andy tilted her head confused. She had been told that there weren’t any other kids of Zeus, except of course Thalia but she was with Artemis. Jason didn’t count cause he was actually a Roman, not a Greek. ”I’m a daughter of Zeus. I’ve only been here a little while.” She wanted to reach out and accept that this was her brother. That she had found more than distant cousins in this camp. That she wouldn’t have to wait for Winter Solstice to see her father. ”Is that what the thunder was? I wasn’t certain if that was just the cabin being...angsty.” She didn’t actually know what the word meant but someone had said it about one of the Ares kids who had been sulking about. She stood up and took a step toward him. She was dressed in an oversized camp shirt and cargo pants. Her hair was slightly damp from a shower that she had finished not that long ago, there was a wrap of ace bandage on her arm. There didn’t seem to be blood, and the wrap was more for pressure than to fix anything.

Demetri smiled at her as she said that she was a daughter of Zeus, it appeared that he wasn’t the only one now. He made his way over to her, towering over her small stature as he placed his hand atop her damp hair and gave it a good shake with a pat at the end. ”Then I guess that means you’re my little sister huh? Man they really need to clean this place up, or at least furnish it a bit.” He looked at her clothes and noticed the oversized camp shirt and cargo pants, a look he doubted she chose for herself. ”If you want, I can get you some new clothes when my trunk gets here. It’s got a false bottom that’s locked so my parents cant get in it, but all that it stores is different clothing items for all shapes, sizes, and genders. Erm, oh, uh, not for anything weird just...here let me show you.” Demetri shifted down into a copy of her waved, and then shifted back to his usual self. ”I have the ability to shift into people and animals, so having a plethora of outfits to chose from is usually a good thing, I’m Demetri by the way.”

Andy blinked as he patted her head. Most people avoided contact with her so that was just odd to her. She looked up at him. ”I’ve never had a brother before, but yeah I guess we are siblings.” She looked down at her clothes. They were comfortable, which met her main standard. Andy would only complain about the orange color of the shirt, it was obnoxious. There was no hiding with it, though considering some campers wore it at least among them she could blend in.

Then she was looking into her own face and eyes. That was unnerving if Andy knew the word surreal she would use it to describe the feeling it gave her. Andy had had her fair share of nosy ‘parents’ so she wasn’t bothered by that. She supposed it made sense he could shapeshift. Zeus did that sometimes too right? ”My name’s Andy. I can’t change shape, but I can control lighting.” She let a little bit of electricity arc over her arm and then discharged it harmlessly. “Everyone here has some sort of power it seems. I know someone who can control plants, and my friend Ash can talk to skeletons.”

”Funny, I was just wishing for a bit of lightning to cause a small bit of havoc, but I wouldn’t want you to do it and potentially get in trouble. Plants and skeletons huh? I’m sure there’s a few who may be able to do the former but Hades definitely sounds like the parent of whoever can control skeletons. That’s so cool.” Demetri walked over towards the wall and leaned up against it, allowing himself to slide once more until he sat on top of the cushion of the sleeping bag. ”Sorry...if i spooked you i mean. It can be a bit unnerving to look into your own face. A mirror, that’s one thing, but to see yourself in flesh, well its a bit unsettling for some. I should’ve thought that through first. So what’d i do to deserve such a cool little sister in the first place?”

“What does havoc mean?” Andy sat down so she was facing Demetri on the sleeping bag and crossed her legs. “Marygold is a daughter of Demeter. That’s the same goddess who is the mother of Persephone.” She was proud of herself for remembering and wanted to tell Leda. “You’re okay though. It only startled me a little. I think I’m getting used to weird things happening.” She blushed a little at the compliment he gave her, even though they didn’t even know each other and in response to it she shrugged. “Where are you from? How did you get here? I got here by taxi but Ash and her school mates got here by pegasus and even though our dad is the king of the sky I’m a little terrified to get on one, but I like the climbing wall.” She was gushing. Andy never gushed. Ash must be wearing off on her.

Demetri was a bit surprised when asked what the word meant, and then quickly recalled that she must be several years younger than he, and most likely didn’t spend her time just reading for fun. ”Havoc means...well...its like doing bad things for a little fun. Kinda like a prank. Though this one was a bit more to let out some frustra- erm, anger, that i had in me. Demeter is pretty cool too, though I’d love to get into the Dionysus cabin, I’m sure they’re loads of fun.” Demetri looked up at the ceiling for a moment as he thought on what she had said. He wasnt’ aware a taxi could take you into this camp, made the whole place seem less than safe. ”I’m from Seattle, that’s all the way on the other side of this country. Great weather honestly. Now as for how i got here, I was taken in by Pegasus, but between you and me...I’m afraid of heights as well. Just about threw up when we lifted off and ended up changing into a snake to keep myself from falling down and dying. I do hope they have safer ways to travel than…that” Demetri rustled in his bag and pulled out his Polaroid camera, moving next to Andy and asking to take a picture with her to commemorate their meeting. Once that was done and he was placing his camera away, he saw the small jean overalls and Ochre colored shit. Nearly smacking himself for forgetting he had packed it that day. ”Here, I forgot i had this. Sometimes the monsters like to hunt me when they think I’m small and frail, gives me the upper hand. You can have it though, better than that bright orange honestly.” Oh god, he was spending way too much time with Aster and he could tell.

Andy soaked up the information and decided that Ash was a form of havoc all on her own. She had a vague memory of hearing the word Seattle before but she had never been on the other side of the country so it might as well have been a different country entirely. “Oh, it isn’t that I’m afraid of heights...more I’m afraid of falling, and the land. Andy raised her wrapped arm slightly, as if to indicate whatever the gauze was there for it had to do with a fall. She happily took the photo with Demetri when he asked, and then he offered the clothing. “That is a way better color, thank you.” She agreed and hurried into the small bathroom in the cabin and changed shirts. Andy decided for sleeping the overalls seemed like a bad idea, but would wear them in the morning. When she came out of the bathroom she frowned looking at Demetri. “There is only one sleeping bag. You can have it tonight if you want.” Sleeping without the bag wouldn’t be the worst place she had ever slept that was for certain.

Demetri sat there and waited as she changed into the clothes, looking at the Polaroid as it slowly developed before him, much like his sibling-hood seemed to be developing. He smiled at it warmly and then tucked it away in his wallet. When Andy returned he blinked and then blinked again as she offered up the sleeping bag to him. Clearly there had to be a better solution to this sleeping arrangement. He chuckled to himself and waved off her offer. ”It’s fine, you take it. Shapeshifter here remember? I’ll just turn into a cat for the night and sleep at the foot of the bag. Just don’t kick me ok?” He added jokingly at the end. Maybe this camp wouldn’t be so bad? Aster may have been a poor introduction to it, but Andy was definitely a refreshing change of pace that told him more than just Asters roamed these campgrounds.

“I don’t move a lot in my sleep so you should be fine.” Andy nodded, the plan seemed like a good one, at least she would be under blankets. “You can be in cat form while you sleep?” That seemed strange to her. He didn’t have to keep his thoughts on his power like she did. If she got distracted she’d lose control of the lightning. She was a little jealous of that. The ADHD that all half-bloods had made her lose control of her lightning a few times over the years. That actually might have even been a good reason as to why she had failed at Capture the flag so hard the night before. Though Andy knew it was because she hadn’t wanted to actually hurt Authur. Supposedly ADHD helped them be better fighters, and if that was true it sort of explained how time had slowed down as she had fallen out of the tree.

"I've tried it a few times before. Usually it's fine unless I have a really restless dream then I may shift back and wake up. Though sleeping like a cat? Suuuuper comfortable. Then again I tend to sleep way longer when that happens and usually wake up extremely hungry the next day." He really wished he wouldn’t transform mid night, it would make for a very awkward experience if suddenly a small cat grew to a six foot guy just at the foot of the bed. "We should see about getting some beds in here soon though. Just so we aren't sleeping on the floor."

Andy nodded as he explained and then climbed into the sleeping bag. “That’s probably a good idea. I didn’t know who to ask. Mr. D doesn’t like campers so probably Chiron. Or maybe one of the older campers can help.” Andy chewed on her lip thinking. She really didn’t want to ask Mr. D for help. She knew it wasn’t personal, but he was hard to be around. “We’ll ask in the morning though.”

Demetri's eyes glanced at Zekes arms when he mentioned showing off his muscles. The threat of a swoon looming over him. "If its entertainment you want then him showing you his 'muscles' surely will do the trick. Really now Zekeypoo dont you think if she wanted to see two toothpicks she would conjure one up on her plate?" Demetri chuckled at his own joke as he clattered his tray onto the table to sit next to Zeke. "Don't worry I've had all my shots, and if not then maybe you could ask dear old dad to toss me an arrow and heal me up." He stuck his tongue out ayyyy the blonde boy, their visages clear opposites of one another; a blonde preppy jock sitting next to a dark haired emo teen. They couldnt be further apart. It appeared that Kiera and Zeke were distracted by some girl at the Hecate table, who was for some reason staring at them. It was honestly a bit creepy. Demetri was about to comment on what she was doing and ask who she was when a loud horn began to blow. Being that there's no games currently going on, he assumed from the many movies hes seen that a horn signaled an attack. His eyes quickly darted towards Andy, Arthur and Athanasia and he stood up and ran towards them, summoning his dagger in his hand. "Dont know what going on but stay behind me."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Maximillian Gray

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Location: Human Resistance HQ: New York City, New York.
Skills:

ConjurationUpdated Outfit

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Max had gotten up rather early, the words of Dr. Strange keeping him tossing and turning for a portion of the night. Visions of things yet to come kept playing over in his head like a nightmare. He stood there weilding a cane with deep red jewel set atop it, and five other coloured gems surrounding the base of that jewel. Max tapped the butt of his cane onto the ground and a surge of energy flew out, rippling across the world and reverting back to how things were, or at least how he viewed they should be. The only person missing seemed to be Wanda Maximoff, though an incredibly lifelike and detailed statue of her stood a few feet away from him with s look of anger plastered on its face. When Max awoke he was certain of one thing, nothing good hardly comes from his help and nothing good could come from him using a stone to revert reality. He slipped in his suit jacket and got his cane, ready to take on New Orleans.

Max was thankful for Klaras assistance with the portal, having him use up too much energy so soon could be bad if trouble brewed up. He thanked her as he walked through and immediately began sizing up the place, a whistling tune ofd amazement subconsciously making its way through his lips. His hopes were thst he wouldnt stand out, his new Louisiana-esque high roller suit giving him credibility to both enter and slip through the crowd with ease. He locked arms with James and pressed forward into the Casino. "I agree. Finding those two should be easier than looking for people we dont know. Let's get to it then." They strode inside and Max began scanning the scene for a glimpse of Casper or Jack to see if they could reunite and hopefully help find the rest of the X-men located here.

The Gifted - Concluded

Maximillian Gray

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Location: Car > Outside
Skills:

New Outfit

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Waverly&Max

"What did she look like?" Waverley quietly asked, her voice forcing the words, the English language almost seeming foreign to her at that moment. "The police woman. What did she look like?" her mind, an anxious muddled mess, seemed to be manufacturing things, sure that she'd heard that one of the police was a woman.

Max stared vacantly at her feet, his eyes hardly having lifted up from the spot since Negasonic began broadcasting the news on her phone. He tried to recall the faces of those he killed, tried to remember if there was a female officer. Flashes of the scene began to play back like still images being thrown at him. With each passing thought he could feel anxiety and fear welling up inside of him until all he could see was red. His hands still stained in their blood as he looked down at them in horror. When he tried to raise his head to meet Waverlys, it was as if she had been impaled, her right half of the face missing and strands of sinew hanging from the grotesque space. Max closed his eyes once more and shook his head.

Waverley’s eyebrows crinkled together, standing in place as she watched the tall young man shake his head. Her eyes were wide open, her lips curved into a slight frown. “Well? Say something,” she replied, her voice not angry, but rather fearful and desperate.

"I-I-I don't know I'm sorry...It all happened so fast...so incredibly fast..." His eyes were still closed as he now faced the ground once more. His hands found purchase on his hair as they slowly ran through it, right leg bouncing like crazy. "I cant help you I'm sorry...I can't help anyone..."

The shocked-looking Waverley took a step back, sharp air expelling from her nostrils. Her brain could string together any more sentences or questions, so she instead simply and slowly shook her head, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.

Max stood up, tears streaming down his cheeks as he kept his head down low. He made his way towards an exit, not near casper nor anyone. Taking some time alone to reflect on the events that had just happened

Max sat away from the rest of the group, close enough to hear but far enough to not appear a part of them. His eyes were glued towards the floor, hands clasped before him out of focus as he looked past them attempting to ignore the deep red stain that was etched into his skin. Why wouldnt that damn spot out? He hadnt noticed Veils eyes flicker towards him, but he did feel a sense of anxiety begin to well up inside of himself as she spoke, knowing at some point they would need to speak on what he had done. He silently listened as veil mentioned a supply run, promoting Max to slightly open his mouth before immediately closing it and remaining silent. He'd be more hurt than help, so wasnt bother volunteering? More and more missions were brought up, another information and possible rescue mission, helping kids and others transfer to Canada, as well as some Lorna mutant who has gone missing. Max uncharacteristically stayed silent throughout all of it, never once offering his aid, his face still facing the concrete floor. His attention was caught when he thought he overheard Waverly mention a nail. He began listening closer and confusion riddled him when he thought he heard her state it was one of Shaws men, it cant have been what he thought she was speaking of then.

As the meeting pressed forward, it inevitably came down to what Max had been dreading, the subject of last nights murder. He watched as Luna made her way towards him and pressed her arm against his, showing some form of moral support. It was weird, he did such a horrible act and yet for some reason quite a few of the underground were treating it like it wasn't the end of the world. He single handedly helped give the world a reason to fear mutants enough to bring up talks about a Purifier Police force. Suddenly there was an acidic scent throughout the air. The smell of vomit and coffee permeating the air and burning his nostrils. Hr didnt need powers to attempt to comfort someone. Max stood up and made his way towards Waverly, placing a hand on her back and attempting to hold her hair back. "You ok?"

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Peter Jackson Bernard

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Location: Hellfire Club HQ
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Jinx woke up feeling refreshed and amazing. He stretched his arms up high and gave a smile to his phone. It was about time to try and contact his little druggie again and see how to proceed next. He took a shirtless selfie of himself with his tongue sticking out and sent it to Casper with a following text.

"Hey I'll be busy the next few days, so if you want a hit let me know soon. Ttyl Jinxypoo"

Satisfied with his message he sent it and began getting ready for the day, pulling on an olive green button up shirt, blue jumper, and black skinny Jean's before heading over towards the mirror and making sure his hair was the right amount of uncoiffed.

As Jinx made his way towards the breakfast area grabbing himself a bagel with thinly sliced salmon, lettuce and a refreshing lemon schmear. He snagged a grapefruit juice and metal straw as he made his way towards the meeting room to meet Ana and the others. As soon as the doors opened he nearly dropped his bagel out of his mouth and onto the floor as he saw Magento standing there with Lorna. He threw his arms wide, bagel in one hand and drink in the other as he exclaimed out to her. "Lorna! Darling! It's been too long. How've you been? Love the new headdress it's very intimidating."

Of Blood and Magic

Victor and Salem

The walk back to the dorm was quite uneventful. Having not gotten a key to the place, nor requesting for one for the next day, Salem figured he would just have to try his luck and hope that Victor Astorio was kind enough to leave the door unlocked for his new partner. Heh, that was a laugh, an Astorio kind? Why, had it not been for the life mages and quick acting of others, Lilie may as well have been buried under earlier at the Arena. Tossing someone you didn’t know so callously as to not even consider their life is just a blatant disregard for others as well as a disregard to being kind. Nevertheless his only option was to hope that the brute was either kind enough to leave it unlocked or dumb enough to forget to lock it. Lilie seemed to be getting more and more tired as the night went on, clearly not used to the nocturnal life that some of the others were brought up in. Upon reaching the front door Salem paused to take a breath, reaching forward and finding that the door was unlocked and ready for him to enter. He nodded to Lilie and told her to go home and rest, she looked like she needed it, and then entered the house only to see Victor sitting outside in the backyard.

The twist of the door knob broke him from his trance, two sets of footsteps with one approaching and the other leaving. Victor did not need to try and figure out who it was, the boy didn't know how to cover his presence just yet. He didn't move at first but soon found himself standing and gathering his materials. Sword in hand the large vampire turned to face his new mage staring him down for a moment. The shirtless vampire changed his grip on his sword briefly as he walked up to the tan mage. “Salem Spellman.” a definite judgemental tone surged from him as he stepped up to his mage.

“Before you say anything, from what i've seen of you. you need restructuring, your hot headed and impulsive especially when it comes to your friends. You currently do not possess the physical means that will be required of you and our job. You lack discipline and a base understanding that the world you are now in is very hostile even if it seems quiet on the surface.” a short pause while he sheathed his sword, “Still, you are loyal to your family, brave enough if not stupid, to stand up to a vampire regardless of who they are just because they threaten your friends. That protective nature can be useful especially with our line of work. Once you are molded enough you may very well become a good hunter like me. At the very least, from what i can see is that your far from useless or worthless but you still have a long way to go.”

Salem watched as Victor began to rouse at his presence. He figured a confrontation was in order based on what had transpired in class earlier, but that didn't mean that he hated the idea of it any less. The tall, brutish vampire began to make his way towards the plant mage, wielding a sword in hand as he approached only saying Salem's name then a brief pause before continuing. Salem instinctively clenched his right fist as he was approached. Small beads of red began to form on the bandages wrapping his hands and knuckles, the pain being pushed aside as he prepared to defend himself if need be. Instead he was being berated, Victor seemingly having been keeping an eye on him for some time, making deductions of him in order to find the best route to mold him. In that respect he was much like Varis or other Sinnenodels, grooming their mages to fit their ideal and never allowing them to grow or flourish on their own. Victor did however compliment Salem on a few aspects of his personality and persona, believing that he could be a great hunter it seemed.

"I appreciate the compliments, but I have no intention of becoming a hunter. If you wish me to train and grow in physical prowess that is one thing, so long as it doesn't get in the way of my studies and schooling. However, know that I am here to learn my craft so that I may better serve those out there with my medicinal cares. I am not here to become a hunter and chase some wild fantasy." Salem's tone was cool, cold, and collected. Speaking more matter of factly than anything else.

He could smell the blood on his hands while he clenched his fists, at least the rumors of what Astorio’s were known for were not lost on this one. Victor's face did not change at all through the mages speal of ideals and dreams and at one moment a flash of a slight smile.

“You are an idealist, it seems you are still blissfully unaware of the world you are now in. you do not belong to me as the other mages belong to their vampires. As of right now you and I are both bound to the council, I work for them and now you do too.”

The brute took a moment to crack his neck and return his gaze to the boy, “your stubbornness in your ways will be a detriment. I am your saving grace, if you don't work with me you get given to another Astorio. One that will not be as forgiving, one that will break you, use you, toy with you, and eventually you will either be dead or left as a husk of your former self.” Victor's voice did not portray any amount of deception or lies simply blunt truths.

“I do not expect you to be a hunter but I am, your healing abilities will work with what we will be doing so I will not stop you from doing that. When it comes to your classes and magic, I do not care what it is you do I can adapt to any style but you are required to learn at least two binding or movement restricting spells.” He figured he would go over a few more ground rules now that they were face to face, “I require all my mages to get at least two hours of sunlight a day, when you address me it is, Yes sir No Sir in public, in private you can address me as Astorio. You will take care of both our black board things, i'm not good with technology but you won't be doing my assignments.” The count decided to wait to see what the boys reaction was before continuing with the ground rules.

Salem pursed his lips as Victor continued on, speaking about how the world was cruel and giving speeches a father gives to their daughter when she reaches the age to date. He did all he could to stave off rolling his eyes at the vampire, waiting to see how long he could drone on.

" I appreciate the lecture on how the world is run but it's not needed. You speak of a world as it is now but I see you have no vision of a world that could be. I do. And it does not entail a world in which one is so constricted and bound to another. Binding spells aren't exactly in my wheelhouse but I can tweak my magic to produce a similar affect. I'm planning to enter I'm Transmutation, coupling it with my ability to manipulate, grow, and evolve plants, and I am sure that I can create a strengthed bramble patch to stop any I'm their tracks. Or perhaps you'd prefer some crawling vines to ensare and strangle? Maybe even an enbiggened venus fly trap to catch your pray? What ever it is you feel I should learn, know that it will tie into my schooling and how i wish to do things. While we are on that subject there will be no Sirs. I will call you Astorio, Count, or nothing at all if you wish, but I see us as partners and equals and I will ensure to be treated as such. Is that understood?"

“Hmm you seem destined to push my buttons on the first day, don't you?” a rhetorical question as he looked the plant mage over again, “eventually once you show me you are able to work with me on these issues then you can relax a little with the formalities and we can start working toward being equals. I do this to make sure you don't mouth off to the wrong person or you dont address them in the wrong way. Your ideals of being equals will only hamper us. Astorios are by nature traditional, the Strigois clan. My clan, are ultra traditionalist. I do not wish to see you end up like Owl. no tongue and a few missing friends and family. No proof of what happened but we all know why, because he thought just like you and didn't know when to shut up.” again he paused shifting his weight to his left leg and biting the inside of his cheek, “I am valuable to the council because I specialize in live capture, I don't kill but I have in the past. Three humans, five vampires, and one mage. I will not let that happen again, so you have to be just as prepared as I am.”

"If your concern is how I address others in public then you have no need to get. I have been assigned classes on how to address and act around nobles and such by the queen herself, given so far as to have the very same teacher that the Starags employee for their mages. So it appears that you aid in that isnt quite needed. I don't doubt you've already caught scent of the teachings i received earlier in the night. As to if I am intent on pushing your buttons, no, no more so than you are mine. You will find that a plant has a much better response to growing towards the warmth of the sun, so any dark and cold environment that it is placed in will hamper its growth and survival. You dont need to be a tundra, be the light of the sun in which for me to grow towards. Also you'll find you, the council, and your family in quite the legal bind should I die, go missing, or missing any limbs. I have a legal obligation to my clinic and my ability to perform there and it would be an absolute hassle for you if anything were to befall me and stop me from doing so. But if you wish to train me...I prefer to learn how to use a whip."

Victor couldn't help but break his composure and laugh, “yeah, you're alright.” giving the mage a smile and relaxed his posture. “Some of that stuff I will be strict on, mostly training. So how about a deal? Ill train you and make you stronger if you teach me about your plants. Sound fair?” he reached out with his hand towards the boy. “I know its a bit unfair but i still wanted to see if you were as stubborn as a red wood.” whether he shook his hand or not was no concern of his as he turned and began to walk down towards where he assumed the boys room was.

“Your rooms this way. We may be partnered but if i do get called out on a mission or task by the council. they would have me work with a mage that, for one they trust and two has a specific skill set just for the job. Otherwise i'm more than likely stuck with you on my down time which means ill be helping you out with that clinic of yours.” he continued opening a few doors before finding a room that looked like it would belong to salem.

“I'm aware that im a dick i was not aware of your edicate class. I figured you hit something stupid. Now I don't mind being relaxed like this in private but in public, especially around the other nobles i'm going to be a dick.” stepping into the mages room and looking around with the sword in his hand and the creepy smile still plastered on his face. “I don't care for the game they play, that masquerade for power, too many of my friends have already died for it. But I will put up with those highborn while im here.” obvious distaste for the other vampires lingered in his voice as he spoke.

Salem's face dropped as Victor began to laugh and his entire attitude shifted. It had only been a few days but this school was a heavy reminder of the world outside his home, fulls of assholes who all played their games and treated mages like pieces on a board. The deal that was offered to him was a quite sound one. A helping hand is always nice, and a vampire who cared to be partners more than owner and subject was definitely something that Salem could agree to. He wasn't fully sure on how that would work, being that a few of his patients didn't care for these immortals but perhaps having one aiding them of their own volition and kindness would help lead everyone towards the ideal Salem strived for. He smiled at Victor, shaking his hand and agreeing to the terms of that particular deal, following him towards the mages room and he continued to listen to the vampire.

"I'd expect nothing less. Be a dick if you care to be in public, so long as you dont treat me in the same manner that the Starag mage is treated then I shall be fine with whatever rude thing leaves your lips. After all i will know you're true intentions and the reality of our partnership. As for your missions, if they happen to be in the forests, plains, or other earthly areas than I am sure I could be of use to you. Not yet seeing as how my schooling has only started but in due time yes. However, if you'll excuse me I think I will retire for the day. I've had a trying day and need some rest before class tomorrow"

“That's acceptable, i'll wake you up in the morning for your time in the sun. after it sets we will begin your training.” he was about to walk away when he stopped, “theres one more thing. Be careful what you say around the stagg boy. I won't tell you not too see him but varis is not to be underestimated.” this one needs a good example to understand, “think of it like this i have the best fighting skills among the others here, i can pick someone apart just from the way they stand and beat them before they even step into the ring. Varis is the same way but through politics and influence.” crossing his arms at the door.

“He is dangerous, I can take a life but he can destroy one.” a cautionary word of advice to his young mage, “in your room you will find two crates, one holds books and texts pertaining to my job so you can better understand it. The other crate contains about a month worth of elixir. It will help your body heal from the training ill put you through. Human muscle is grown by slowly tearing down muscles fibers and repairing it with scar tissue. The elixir will help you with that and other injuries you might incur.” he began to slowly walk away, “now get some sleep ill see you after dusk.”

Same Night with Aaron and Salem

As Salem began to wind down for the evening, choosing to enter his room in order to be in solidarity and away from his new Astorio war dog, he sat and tossed his phone onto the foot of the bed, taking a seat next to it and just leaning his head back in exhaustion. His phone lit up with an email from a monthly medical magazine he was subscribed to, rathering to get the scientific articles from the creators themselves than a published piece that didn't give the geniuses a cent. He placed his finger on the screen and it unlocked for him revealing the open messages he had sent before. Salem quickly popped open the all app view to close the messages and a few others, noticing that he still had his notes app open where he and Aaron were speaking during dinner. Salem stomach churned at the sight of it, reminding him of the horrible feeling of anxiety, loss, and worst of all the feeling he received from having his mind entered and probed. He went to swipe it away, his finger flubbing and opening up the messages instead. A slight sigh escaped him as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his finger and thumb and decided to pore over the conversation again, see if he can gleam any insight into Aaron or that night. As he did he noticed an error in his comprehension and memory from that night. All this time he had thought himself alone in having his mind broken open, and here it was in plain text that Aaron had his done as well. Then hadn't he spoken up? Knowing that this would eat away at him and unallow him to sleep he took to texting the Starag.

> Hey are you up? I think I need to apologize as well as talk to you.

Aaron, on the other hand, had just gotten comfortable on the patio couch, having fled there with a pillow and blanket from his linen closet as soon as his apology letter (and the necessary morning routine) was done with. Childish? Perhaps, but he’d rather be kept up by daylight than the sounds of whatever was going on in the room next to his. He was figuring out some way to cover his eyes as the sky began to lighten when his phone buzzed with a text from Salem.

Apologize? Well, Aaron would certainly not deny him the chance, but it was a surprising development nonetheless; Salem seemed so sure that he was in the right, Aaron was surprised he felt any need to apologize. Peering suspiciously at the phone, he read over the message a few times before typing out his reply.

> Okay, what’s going on?

> I was rereading our messages and realized that there was a lapse in memory or comprehension or both from that night at dinner. Being that a lot did transpire during that evening I dont exactly blame myself for missing this detail but nevertheless it did affect the way I view you to some regard. You said you were also...infiltrated mentally?

Aaron squinted at the message. ‘Infiltrated mentally’... was that why Salem was so hostile? Aaron wasn’t sure how much difference it could make that they both had their minds sifted through, but Salem seemed to think the miscommunication was a big deal, so he’d clear it up as cleanly as possible.

> Yes, just like you described. Dragged through memories, influential moments of my past, etc. It happened when I ran to Dora, after she fell. I didn’t wake up until Master had me by the throat on the table.

Knowing that Varis could - and would - look through his messages at any moment, Aaron had to be careful what he shared. But he had also been tasked with earning Salem’s trust, and that required give and take; besides, he was essentially reiterating what he’d already told Salem before.

> He warned me beforehand to stay near him, although it was vague. That’s why he was so angry with me. I can only assume that little attack was why he wanted me to stay close.
> What about it?

Salem sat there and reread the message a few times, trying to figure out exactly how he felt on the situation. Aaron had now offered to help him with his family twice, yet not once did he offer to absolve his family by simply telling the Queen that he too was probed meaning either the hand had gotten to them both and it wasnt a familial thing, or that it was indeed Lady Sinnenodels mage as Salem accused. He typed and deleted several messages before landing on

> How come you never told the Queen?

Aaron blinked a few times when the message finally came through, unsure where to start. Why didn’t he tell the Queen? Why didn’t he tell the Queen?! Had Salem not already proven himself a little thick in the ways of aristocracy, Aaron would have thought he was joking.

> Um
> Couple reasons

Was it rude to list them all? Maybe he’d just stick to the highlights.

> Well firstly, things kind of exploded after my mind was read, in case you forget. Her Majesty was long gone by then and there wasn’t exactly an opportunity.
> Glossing over the fact that a Count’s mage can’t just walk up and talk to the Queen, even if I am a Starag, you were accused by a Count and a Lady of a noble house. My word would never, in a million years, ever be weighed more heavily than theirs.
> I also can’t just refute suspicions, not to mention my Master and his Lady made the accusations. I wouldn’t just be flying in the face of the Crown, but my own Master and House as well.
> And even if I forewent all of that and stood up for you, it would only have hurt you more anyway.

Aaron sighed. He felt bad laying it all out in such plain language, and so harshly at that, but if Salem didn’t start understanding how things worked sooner rather than later, he’d end up in a lot more trouble than he was in now. And it was true: vouching for him only would have thrown him under more scrutiny; they’d probably think he was manipulating a Starag or something. Not to mention the hell it would bring down on Aaron’s own head, and the ensuing stain on his family’s reputation. All for nothing.

> Listen. You’re innocent, right? I think you are. So let the investigation run its course, and the truth will come out, and that will be that. Trust me.

> You place your faith too blindly. I am innocent and understand now why it is you cannot help me in this endeavor and that is fine but...I have a sinking suspicion that mine and my families innocence will mean nothing. If it is being covered up that Lady Sinnenodel would do such a thing then I don't see what is stopping them from falsifying evidence against my family or me. But I do want to apologize for how I have been acting towards you. Here I thought you were just taking their word over mine and simply refusing to hear the truth when in actuality you're stuck in a much more similar situation yet you cannot speak out because of those who you chose to surround yourself with. I do get that you cannot speak out against your family and I did hope perhaps your word carried more weight towards her highness…

Aaron almost threw his face into his pillow with frustration when the text came in. Salem, sun and stars to guide the poor dumb bastard, was going to get demolished by the world he lived in if he didn’t get a grip on reality real quick. But Aaron refrained from throwing his phone into the woods and pinched the bridge of his nose. Salem was apologizing. That, at least, was a good thing. He shouldn’t just throw that away. He had to be gracious.

> Thank you for your apology. I’m not the type to hold something against you without good reason, I hope you’ll come to understand that.

Good reason was fast approaching, apparently, but he’d gloss over that.

> Regarding the investigation though, let me reassure you.
> What makes you think Lady Sinnenodel cares enough about your family to interfere with the investigation?
> You’re a new mage from a common family with no noble ties. You and your family aren’t even a blip on her radar. In her eyes you’re barely a bug under her shoe. I can almost guarantee she only had her mages probe your mind because you were right in front of her and she likes to sow chaos. That’s her entire Council reputation, remember. By the time she was done toying with you, she probably forgot your existence completely.

Aaron thought back to Varis’ lecture the night before. The Count had terrified him enough with the idea that their Lady could toy with everyone she saw in his memories; even if he thought himself miles below her notice, being under her dominion as a Sinnenodel mage still put him higher up on the priority list for her attention than Salem.

> Try not to take that too harshly. Honestly, take it as a blessing. I don’t think anyone wants to be on her radar.

Aaron wrote out another message, but paused before sending it. Was it too overbearing to hit Salem with so much all at once? Well, perhaps, but it needed to be said.

> Also, please remember that while I was born under the royal family’s dominion and I consider myself lucky for it, it wasn’t my choice. Neither was coming to this academy, or joining House Sinnenodel.
> Don’t mistake that for ingratitude. I came happily at Princess Ryner’s behest and I will happily serve my Master as a result. But I had no more choice in any of this than you did.

Salem blinked, blinked again, and then did it once more for good measure. He wanted to make sure he was reading what he thought and yet no matter how hard he tried, the contradiction that Aaron had placed was still there. How could he tell Salem to relax, stating his family is insignificant while also telling him that the woman loved to sow chaos for the sake of chaos. Is that not what falsifying a Red Hand attachment would do? It would allow her to play her games and have her fun without dealing with so much as a political scandal because his family was so insignificant in hers, and Aaron's, eyes. Salem wasn't sure if he should apologize to Aaron for how dense his noble brain was. All he could do to stop himself from walking over and slapping the blonde out of his hair was to simply say

> Have a good day Starag

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Maximillian Gray

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Location: Human Resistance HQ: New York City, New York.
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ConjurationUpdated Outfit

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Max just smiled as James comforted him. It was always nice to hear someone else tell him that he wasn’t a complete screw up, even though it was hard to deny that he was. If anyone could potentially understand his predicament here it was James. The man could heal himself on a cellular level and do so to others as well, that could not be an easy task to do. He thought back to the days at the Underground as how James had expended a lot of his energy helping save the lives of those there alongside Sapphires medical expertise. Max slunk down a bit more and leaned his head on Jame’s shoulder as he stared off into the sea of people. Max was quite confused at Niah’s warning until he saw some tendrils spew out of Goose’s mouth and wrap around some treats she was holding, retracting back as he let out a small meow. Clearly this was no ordinary cat, but that would hardly stop him from giving the small bean the pets it wanted and deserved.

The team was notifying those who weren’t aware of the power that these infinity stones could hold. They seemed to be able to corrupt those who attempted to wield them, needing some form of vessel made of non organic matter to help wield its power without the worry of being influenced by its immense cosmic energy. If a vessel was all it needed, and a scepter was what was used before, then what was to stop Max from creating a cane with an open setting for the jeweled stone to sit atop of for ease of use. Would his cosmic powers work against the powers of these stones? Or will they work in tandem allowing him to wield this power with better ease than others? Before he could speak and let the others know of his idea to create a vessel for these stones, a portal similar to Klara’s and Runa’s opened up revealing an attractive older guy who presented himself as Dr. Strange. Cassandra motioned towards him and Max just began to hope that he was on their side. He stood up using his cane he’d created earlier to stablize himself as he extended a hand out for Strange to shake. ”That would be me. Maximilian Gray, a mutant with the ability for magick and Conjuration under my classifications though it appears there are a few bits and bobs that I can do outside those realms so i’ll have to reclassify my x-gene at a later time. As one of my...teammates, said we believe that the mutant Wanda Maximoff, daughter of Magneto and a sorceress in her own right, was able to warp the very fabric of reality and create her own world. Whether this point in time exists within the known reality or whether it is a paralleled one created by her by transplanting others here is unknown. I do appreciate your urgency in coming here. I was unaware of your title of Sorcerer Supreme until moments ago, it seems we are looking to either get her to change the world back somehow, find something called the infinity stones and wield them to change the world back, or find another option in fixing reality. Do you have any ideas for us?”

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

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Demetri Rowan Howell

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Location: Camp Cafeteria
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Demetri made his way into the cafeteria, his hair now damp and curling thanks to the swim he had just before coming in here. He was wearing a black crop top and black swimming trunks with his towel hanging over one shoulder. He grabbed his tray and a set of utensils, the food appearing one his plate with roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans neatly placed across it. Demetri made quick work of the chicken, using his knife to scrape off all the meat off the bones, leaving them bare. There was now about three bones left on his plate along with the food as he made his way towards the fire and dropped in the bones and nothing else. ”There ya go pops, enjoy” This was a ritual he performed every day, getting some food that contained bones, gizzard, or other parts not usually eaten and then offering them up to Zeus, never truly giving him a morsel of the meats.

As he made his way over towards his table he noticed Kiera was sitting alone as usual, he paused and wondered if he should sit with her or invite her over with him and Andy but then noticed Jerkiel speaking to her. Demi’s eyes narrowed as he made up his mind and walked over towards Kiera, placing his tray next to her on the table and looking over at Zeke. ”I know Apollo is the god of disease but...did he really have to send his worst disease to poor Kiera over here? Really you’re about the most distasteful thing he’s ever created.” His sight now turned towards Kiera with a smile that exposed his dimple on his cheek. ”Care to join me and Andy over there? Might call over Athanasia and Arthur too, make sure the kids don’t get into too much trouble you know? I’d hate to have to see you spend another moment with...I’m sorry what was your name again blondie?” It was always hit or miss with him and Ezekiel, he’d be swooning over him one second and then being snarky the next. Feelings were hard and infatuation was harder, so Demetri played it by ear and saw how the winds of emotion would take him on a case by case basis when it came to the golden haired boy of Apollo.

The Gifted - Concluded

Maximillian Gray

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Location: Car > Outside
Skills:

New Outfit

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Veil seemed to be over all the petty fighting just as much as Max was. Ofcourse, she attempted to diffuse the situation like a leader should, while Max only fanned the flames to allow himself to let out his frustration and anger from all that had just transpired. This ofcourse illicited responses from both Veil and Havok, the former showing disappointment while also taking a stab at him, the latter defending his side girlfriend with a thinly veiled threat. One that if pushed hard enough Max was more than willing to test out; after all, kicking Havoks ass would do wonders for stress relief. But no, Max decided the best course of action was to keep on walking into the Underground and alert them of the situation. He was immediately met with some minor hostility, a mutant he hadn’t noticed before was standing with rebar in hand. An understandable reaction based on the state of the building at the moment, and James explanation of a two pronged attack. Now that didn’t sit right with him.

His thoughts didn’t get a chance to wander far as Sunshine, the worlds most ironic name, informed him that the Morlock attack ended in Ergs death. A mutant attack at the same time as a purifier attack in the tunnels? This sounded way too coordinated to be those rednecks idea, but it definitely couldn’t be a coincidence. The question is what mutant would willingly work with the purifiers? The only opposition he could think of was the Hellfire Club but they seemed way too well off to want to work with such low life scums like the purifiers, surely they could do better. Max was about to ask Casper who this Krakoa person was and who his father was to be sending him against them. That was unfortunately cut short as Casper decided to bolt just after mumbling something that Max didn’t quite catch, Jack following shortly after him. He figured that what ever was going on it was a sibling matter now and he shouldn’t interfere. So much had happened in such a short time, he figured it was best to focus on the task at hand. ”No monitor, but i was thinking we could find one, use a laptop, or if we have someone savy enough then maybe we can remove the hard drive and place it into a laptop, see what’s inside. Either way it was all I could salvage since a fight ended up breaking out. Rather not talk about that at the moment though.”

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Peter Jackson Bernard

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Location: Hellfire Club HQ
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Jinx couldn’t help but giggle at the comparison between Anastasia and Emma Frost. It was true that the two were more similar than he’d care to admit. Both having powers of supreme mental prowess, and each having fallen in battle just moments ago. Really Anastasia could be her child, or even some weird genetic clone of hers...wait she wasn’t a weird genetic clone of hers was she? His face scrunched up as he thought on the subject, believing that if she couldn’t be trusted before, she definitely couldn’t be now that she’s her clone. The elevator opened up and revealed the two subjects of their conversation, Jinx giggling to himself once more when she asked them what they were talking about. ”Oh nothing, I was just thinking about how weird that kids powers were, giant candy? Really? I wonder what his super name would be, Sweet Tooth?” He laughed at his own joke as he made his way into the elevator.

”So what do you think Anastasia? Where should we head? What’s our next plan of attack? It’s getting a bit late so I wouldn’t mind just calling it a day but what’s this about a new mission and trains?” As the elevator rode down, she began to regale them with the details of their newest mission. A train heist, now that sounded like it could be some fun. It’d been so long since Jinx had been on a train, thinking back on it made him a little nostalgic for his carni life as well as his trip here. ”I love trains actually. Haven’t been on one in some time but it sure can be fun. Oh the mayhem and havock you can wreak when everyone is so close by and their life’s can cling on and depend on the tiniest of pins holding the carts together. So how do we want to do this? Air drop? Drive by? Do we have a teleporter? Or maybe we disguise ourselves as passengers until the time is right? So many possibilities so little time to think.”

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Maximillian Gray

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Location: Human Resistance HQ: New York City, New York.
Skills:

ConjurationUpdated Outfit

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Max just listened along and nodded as they each told him what they knew about the infinity stones. Part of him wondered how it was that he didn’t know or hear about these items of legend, looking around and noticing each and every one of the members who know about them were S.H.E.I.L.D. Operatives meaning that this was one of those pieces of information that could never become public knowledge. He sighed a bit as he awaited to hear back from Dr. Strange, wondering exactly who this man was aside from a psychologist. James had brought up a rather good point, why not use the stone to recreate Reality? It was worth a shot in theory but...could someone truly have enough of a grasp to not warp it in their own vision of what reality used to be? Would their subconcious not effect the outcome and create small butterfly affects that would be felt later on in the years? All of this information was a bit too much to take in, sure he had always wanted to play hero but...this was Avengers level hero and he didn’t have the experience in either reality to hand the tapestry of fate. ”I haven’t quite gotten a response back from this Dr. Strange, all I know so far is that he is a psychologist at a nearby hospital. Does that seem to add up with the version you know of him? Also if i may ask, who is he exactly?”

Max turned to look at the stealth team, finally acknowledging their arrival and taking special note of the tabby in their possession. ”What a cutie! Here Goose, come here pspspspspspsps.” Much to his content, Goose actually came towards the chaotic mess of a gay and began to purr against him, nuzzling Max’s leg as he sat. ”Who’s a good kitty, you are” His concentration was finally broken from the cat when a new voice appeared in his head. Presumably Dr. Strange who was asking him what master he served. ”Hey...Novikova? This man’s asking me what master I serve?” All the woman could offer him was a smirk and witty retort telling him that the man wasn’t exactly called Dr. Normal. Max blew a puff of air at his fringe in slight annoyance, right he’d have to answer this one his self. Grabbing hold of that tether he had created ealier Max replied ”I’m not sure I understand the question but...humanity? I seek to make this world right again, to fix the shift in reality that has transpired and go back to the one we all originated from. There are those of us who still recall the prime reality and we need help to get the world back to where it was. Will you help us? Keep in mind this is the last time tonight I can reach out to you like this, I’m fairly tapped and need to rest, just know I’m not far from where you are and have allies with these sling ring things if you need us to get you.” He turned to James and smiled a bit ”Hey, I can’t keep playing telephone with these two guys so what’re the chances you can just text your boyfriend for me? I feel like that might be easier.”

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

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Demetri Rowan Howell

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Location: Wyandotte County Lake Park
Skills:Shifting

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Demetri began to walk towards Jackson, still in his Rhino form, only shifting back into himself a few feet away and offering up a hand for him to shake. ”Sorry, may of gotten a little carried away there. No hard feelings though right?” A nervous chuckle escaped him as he awaited Jackson to say something. Aster however broke that awkward pause as he began to speak to him, telling Demetri that he could use his tent while he kept watch, only if he could clean himself up first ofcourse. Demetri rolled his eyes as he began to make his way over towards the tent. [color=666FF]”Thanks, and don’t worry i wont make a mess in what i can only assume is a pristine tent. Won’t take up too much room either so no stress there.”[/color] He gave the Hephaestus girl a nod, something along the lines of thank you for stopping that I was beginning to think he’d never yield.

He went over and grabbed what was left of his fish, eating the now cold meal as he tried to gain some energy back from both the fighting and shifting. Shifting was a lot like speedsters, switching between such varied sizes used up a lot of energy and could cause the user to become extremely hungry most of the times. Especially if that shape is used to do strong sprints like a Rhino or a Cheetah. Once done Demetri took one of the bones off the fish and held it in his mouth like a weed. He made his way to the edge of Asters tent and sat on at the entrance, keeping his feet outside of the tent and then shifting down into a black cat, bone still in mouth. The cat began to chew at the bone for a few moments before realizing it had to clean itself before getting inside. It gave a bit of a meow and a hiss towards any watching, lifting its leg up to block any view and then started to preen itself before going to sleep.

The Gifted - Concluded

Maximillian Gray

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Location: Car > Outside
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New Outfit

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Max could hear the vague sounds of someone asking him to get the computer but he couldn’t quite tell who. His mind was still a bit of a haze from the shock of the previous events, now just repeating the same two words over and over again. Right. Computer. Right. Computer. Right... His feet shuffled slightly in the dirt lot, feeling the gravel crunch beneath his shoes as he adjusted his weight. There was a slight pinch on his shoulder, anchoring him back down and allowing the ringing to slowly subside and be replaced with the sound of Sapphire and Glimpse arguing once more. Their warbled voices now coming in clear as a slight twitch began to appear on Max’s right eye. He could feel anger and frustration bubbling up inside of him, it was this type of in fighting that caused problems like the ones that transpired at the Hellfire Club. As their arguing continued Max just stood there until he had enough of it. ”ENOUGH!” A small fire flared up near the two bickering mutants, intense heat flashing up against their bodies before subsiding and fizzling out. ”I am sick and tired of your constant bitching! We get it, you’re cold and hate new people and take time to warm to up because you don’t like change. Oh woe is ME! Seriously! You act like a spoiled child who fights and kicks until she gets her way! You don’t have to like us, you don’t even have to care for us, but you do need to care about the mission. I don’t know who this Emma Frost is or why you’re so worked up about it but did you see that building? It was huge! There was no way of knowing who we would see or what might happen. That was the whole point of RECON. Not attack and provoke. Now this Emma lady you’re so afraid of has our faces, powers, and who knows what more and she can most likely use that against us all because you had to go flying off the handles. I hope you’re happy, i hope you’re happy now! So if you don’t mind I’m going to take this computer that I salvaged and see if anyone inside can help with it. Until then maybe try to cool off you icey bitch!”

Max quickly turned on his heel and made his way to the car. He opened up the trunk, removing the computer he had placed in there and storming off towards the inside of the Mutant Underground. His face was stern and twisted into a scowl as he made his way past Negasonic and Leighton, offering a slight smile but nothing more as he stomped past and entered the Underground hideout. ”Mission wasn’t a total bust, I managed to steal a whole ass computer from there and hopefully there will be something on this damned hard drive that will make all of this mess worth it.” Max placed the computer down on the ground and took a few more steps in, looking around and noticing a few new faces. ”What happened here? And why are you here? Not that I’m complaining on seeing you guys again but...I wasn’t exactly expecting to see you so soon, like next day soon.” There was still hints of anger within his voice, residual feelings left behind from the explosion of emotion he just had outside along with the beating in his chest as his adrenaline ran high. Those who were a bit more perceptive though could probably tell that this anger wasn’t directed at any of them, rather it was directed at the results of his first mission.

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Peter Jackson Bernard

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Location: Hellfire Club HQ
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Jinx fiddled around in his mind at the idea of Magneto again, one of his previous suspects but the more evidence he found the more he wondered if the Master of Magnetism was truly this sloppy. As Requiem hit the elevator button, there was slight pause. Now that was odd. Jinx had just used the elevator so it should have respodended rather quickly, was the cleaning crew coming so soon? Or maybe...Jinx’s mind switched at the thought of Emma approaching the pair and began to push his thoughts on the case further and further away as he started to think on the cute security guard he had met the day before. The way his eyes seemed to shimmer, his soft hair, that button nose and ofcourse that cute smile. Yes this guy seemed like he’d make a fine toy to play with, he only hoped that he was a mutant because otherwise he wouldn’t have much of a use for him other than pure entertainment.

Throughly distracted, Jinx absent mindedly blew a bubble with him gum and heard the loud pop, snapping him back towards reality and staring at Requiem. ”What? Did you say something?” He reeled his gum back into his mouth, the pink elastic substance smacking around in there as he waited for the elevator to open up. ”So, what do you think about that Anastasia chick? Her powers seemed rather usefull back there even if those she turned ended up being useless shots in the end...buuut it did removed a few pieces from the playing board for that fight which was nice. Bit of a glass canon though, her and Emma alike. Strong minds weak bodies i guess amiright? But man, i really thought she had blondie there for a second when she yeeted him out of that window. Who knew the kid could fly? And...create...candy? I’m not too sure what his powers are, maybe he’s like a power absorber and he got a few hits before entering? I don’t know, it’s all real weird if you ask me.”