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In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Maximillian Gray
Location: Old Mutant Hideout
Skills: New Outfit



Max went back to his Vespa and leaned against its leather seat as he awaited for the others to show up. He looked over cautiously at the new arrival, stealing glances when he could as he wondered who he was and what it is that he was doing here. From the distance he could see curly dark brown hair that resembled Veils but nowhere near as wild. Had it not been for the fact that he spoke, he would've sworn that it was Veil with shorter hair awaiting the others as well. Max opened the compartment in his ride, focusing on what he wanted and conjuring up as much of a care package as he would be able to. He made microwave popcorn bags, cliff bars, yellow gatorades, 10 cheese pizza lunchables, and oddly 30 triple A batteries. Not exactly what he expected but it would have to do, the batteries could serve some use...hopefully.

He heard the sound of grinding gravel once more as a van pulled into the lot. It appeared to be one of the Undergrounds vehicles. His heart clenched as he felt the anxious nervousness swell up inside him. Leighton wasn't here yet and neither was the new mutant, he knew how this must look to them. Veil came out and immediately went towards the other man in the Jeep, hugging him as Callie followed suit. He stopped and turned to watch her, seeing her conjure up a desne fog before threatening him. Max took two steps forward towards her, care package in his hands. "I honestly couldn't tell you where they are. As I had told Veil in the message, I don't have any tech on me to keep in touch with them because I feared it may get tracked or hacked and any information they have could be used to put this innocents life in danger."

Max took a few more steps forward until he was in the middle of his Vespa and Callie, placing the package on the ground and then walking backwards until he felt the familiarity of the leather against his hands. "I got some supplies for you all, I'm not exactly certain the conditions of the Underground right now but I hope any of this can help. Listen I know how this may look, I'm here alone while Leighton and the new mutant are gods knows where but I swear to you that they are coming. I don't know alot of the details...I'm just the middle man right now and was coming for Leightons safety. It was meant to be a two on two meeting, me and her with Veil and Casper. From the looks of it I'm already being greeted by four people and only one of them was who I asked to see. I just needed some answers from him...you wouldn't understand."


Peter Jackson Bernard

Location: Cinnabon > Metro
Skills:
Jinx, pickpocketing


Jinx couldn't help but smile as he watched her soundless screams take shape. The sheer amount of anger that was in her eyes as he clutched her purse and made her way out of his face was exhilarating. The day had only gotten better as the cute service worker handed him a classic cinnabon. His heart soared as the sweet treat was given to him and he wanted nothing more than to sit down and savor it. Along with his receipt he had gotten their number and, as with most people who worked at the front of an establishment, he seemed to grab their attention in a positive way. His went off as Sage sent him the location of Leighton and Des. Giving Morgan a cheeky smile "Well as they say, duty calls. Hopefully I'll be seeing you around." He shot off some finger guns as he skipped away and went back towards the Macy's department store.

Jinx scoured the store, looking for a singular male victim. It was easier to steal keys off of a man than a woman after all. There he spotted the perfect candidate. He sent a little jinx his way and caused for something to fly into his eye. The man immediately began to rub away at it as his eyes watered and his vision became impaired. Jinx quickly made his way to him, pilfering his pocket as he pulled out not keys but a metro pass. Well it wasn't exactly what he had wanted but his whole life he had taken the metro so it wouldn't be much different than any other time. With a number in his pocket, Cinnabon in a bag, and a grin on his face, Jinx made his way to the nearest metro stop and awaited to take the connection towards the Dunkin Donuts.

Echo
Location: Old Mutant Hideout
Skills:



Echo had tilted his sunglasses back up and was humming a tune to one of his songs as he awaited for his sister to arrive. He noticed the blonde boy was doing something within the trunk of his Vespa and he watched through tinted eyes with interest. Was this one of Veils companions? Was this an informant? It was hard to tell anything based off of nothing. As they waited for his duplicate continued to keep a look out for any other arrivals, Harry tilting his head back onto his seat as he groaned out "This is boooooring. How much longer do we have to wait." His duplicate tapped him on the shoulder as he nodded towards the side view mirror. He i think they're here More dust was kicked up as the van pulled around and Veil left, quickly approaching his car and hugging him through the window. "As right as rain my little Vallll...Veil. Thats gonna get some getting used to. Haven't used a code name since...anyways how are you? And who is that adorable little blonde boy with no social skills?"

Echo could see the sparks now flying out of Callies hands, he recalled seeing her before at Xaviers institute but they never interacted much. The lightning danced from finger to finger as she spoke to the blonde and Echo nodded for his Duplicate to go see what was happening. Both doors to the Jeep now opened, Harry stepping out of his to give his sister a proper hug, and his Duplicate stepping or to speak to Callie. Harry ran his hair lightly over Veils as he clicked his tongue. "Tsk tsk tsk. We are going to have to do something about that hair now aren't we?" Anything to avoid the pain that was welling in him. There wasn't much time to grieve in war after all. His duplicate however, simply made his way to Callie, now between her and Max, though slightly off to the side. "What seems to be the problem here Sparky? I wasn't aware I was being called into a fight already." "Everything's fine, right Callie?"
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Demetri Rowan Howell
Location: Ship: Top Deck
Skills:


Demetri mock stuttered after Mary spoke, practically spitting out the words 'Jason and the Argonauts' in a moronic way. The display was accompanied by a hand puppeted gesture as he if was calling her a dummy. He turned and adjusted his position on the wall as he rolled his eyes at her and scoffed. "Yes we've all heard the tale OooOoOoOo. That doesn't mean that that was the first Argo. Who knows how long this camp has been active and they may of just gotten cocky enough to call a ship The Bloody Argo. Hell they coulda named it Iccarus for all I care. I was merely looking to see if there were two ships before us that had perished or not. I only assumed that if there was a III then something had to of happened to retire the first two. Whether it was destroyed, broken, or hexes who knows? Id just like to know. But I appreciate your infinite wisdom, you may even give Kristin a run for her money eh?"

Demitri bounced his shoulders off the wall, lifting him off of his as he nodded towards the entryway where the bronze plating had come and gone. "See? This is why you ask questions. Now I know that the reason they moved backwards into a more archaic format of gaming was due to the possible issue of loss of flight controls should an attack ever happen. As well as the fact that they could be easily damaged. Its brilliant really, as are the bronze shielding. Now is there some form of alarm button that we could hit in the event we should tell the crew to evacuate into this escape pod? Or are there others for each cabin? You know, incase we aren't the ones piloting the ship."
In Of Blood and Magic → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Interacting with:

Time seemed to pass as he awaited a response from Victor or just to simply hear his voice. It was a weird moment in time for him where everything felt as if it was moving so fast, the walls of fog closing in on them as their whispered voices grew louder. Yet for some reason this moment seemed to stretch on for an eternity, the waiting was drawing out every second that now felt like minutes and minutes into hours as anticipation ran rampant in Salem and he awaited to hear Victor speak and hopefully the challenge completed. There was finally a sound, his partner had said his mothers name and nothing had happened as of yet. He wasn't sure if anything had changed over in Victor's view but from where Salem sat there was nothing discernable save for the pale girl sat before him. There was another pregnant pause; another word; then another pause. This was killing Salem as he watched the fog roll in and finally a name was spoken.

Salem looked at the girl before him, the picture in one hand and the mook in the other. Who was she to Victor? And why such hesitation in saying her name? "Are you Sarah Rift?" He asked her with a pleasant voice of a host. He knew she wouldn't respond, couldn't respond, as the illusion had stayed silent thus far. He wanted to ask her more, who she was, why she was here, and what was she to Victor? There were many questions that flooded his mind and all of which he knew Victor wouldn't answer. Again, if Salem was to constantly deal with mental assailants then perhaps it was best he knew as little as possible of the trouble pasts that brought his partner sorrow. As much of a boon as they may be, they would also be a hindrance and liability for Victor.
In Harry Potter and the Alchemist's Quest - Discontinued → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: Cabin 3 > Middle Back
Magic:
Charms

Apollo slowly rose up, blinking his eyes a few times as he woke up from his enchanted slumber. Alot appeared to be going on. They were transferring from the Hogwarts Express onto the Knight Bus, many people seemed to be in a tizzy as they tried to get off. To him the past while felt like a bad dream, his memory of the mental intrusion erased from him leaving only the dream and the reading from earlier with a blank spot in between. He wasn't quite sure what Mary and Artie were going on about but it seemed to upset Georgina something fierce as she hurried herself out of the cabin. His brother and friends now gone, as well as his luggage, Apollo stood up slowly and looked about the train. He saw the bodies littering the floor and knew that the other students might be panicked. He made his way down the corridors and saw a band of students, possibly first years, sitting in their cabin trying to get their luggage off and away.

Apollo pulled out his wand with a smile as he said "Here let me help you lot out. Now pay attention, c'mon mates its swish and flick. Swish and flick. Wingardium Leviosa" and with a flourish of his wand the Weasley luggage was up and away. "Awright follow me the lot of ya. Try and avoid the scene up ahead just keep yer heads lookin' right and make yer way to the Knight Bus ok? Or if yer keen you can keep your eyes plastered on me and follow me out. Either way destination is the same. Sorry I can't hold all of yer luggages for ya." Apollo kept up his friendly smile, trying to offer these students a distraction and some piece of mind in these dark times

In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Demetri Rowan Howell
Location: Ship: Top Deck
Skills:


"Hey, its Skyguy." Demetri called out to Leda as he followed Alannah and Marygold into the control room. There wasn't a wheel or helm or anything like he had anticipated. Looking around the room he was a bit surprised to see screens, joystick, and radars. He was constantly reminded that this wasn't the same as the life he previously lead. Demi-gods with powers able to use strength instead of smart to stave off some birds, flying ships made of wood that were piloted by a joystick with a screen display. He walked around the front of the screen as Alannah gave her explanation and Mary summed up what it was that was stated. The new information was what got him to thinking though.

"So you say the joystick can control the ship, but what're the controls like? Is it an inverted pilot control or is it non standard piloting controls where up is up and down is down? Also I appreciate the fact that you chose not to use wii-motes but why not switch over to a Wii-U pad or Switch screen so that the pilot can take the screen with them and monitor from multiple locations than just this room? Not to put down your design I'm all for retro arcade systems but just a thought for the Argo IV. Speaking of...what happened to I and II? Did the campers make it or...?" At this point Demitri was leaning against the wall staring at the blips fly away and making sure nothing else approached the ship.
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Matthew Madigan


Location: Car > Apartment
Skills:



"Thirty sounds fine to me! Might need that time since I don't really know what to pack for a magical adventure into another world. W-w-Who knows what the weather will be like." He joked at Colby as he got out of his car. Matthew gave him a nod when he asked if he had a cooler. Luckily due to his anxiety and constant fretting, Matthew had bought a cooler a while back in the event the power ever went out or the fridge broke. He couldn't well afford to have all that go to waste so he kept a cooler in the storage room of his patio and always had a container of salt specifically to help keep the ice cold. He hadn't found any use for it yet so he was glad that it could help in this instance. As he entered his apartment however, he noticed quickly it had been turned around. Someone was looking for something and he hadn't the foggiest what.

Matthew slowly made his was around the living space, making sure not to step on anything or smudge any potential footprints. There was a track of them, laced with mud that the intruder had treaded throughout. Great, as if it wasn't bad enough that they broke in, they also tracked mud . As he went about picking things up, placing them back and grabbing his suitcase to start packing, he noticed that nothing was actually taken. Everything was still in his apartment, ill be it not where it should be. Matthew snapped a few photos of the tracks, seeing if he could find the shoe print from whoever decided to pay him a visit. There was a pregnant pause before a long tired sigh escaped him. He simply made his way over towards the kitchen, bringing the cooler, and began dumping ice in as he salted each layer. Was Maleficent or her goodies already after them? Did they truly have no choice? And what were they looking for?
In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Maximillian Gray
Location: Hellfire Club: Bedroom > Old Mutant Hideout
Skills: New Outfit



Max had deleted Leightons message off of his phone and left it behind. He didn't trust Reeva or Sage not to track him down when he left. H3 knew better than that now. A part of him wanted to try and open a rift, a portal like he had back in the other world. But there was a fear that it could go horribly wrong and tear reality as a whole. His hair was being tossed around by the strong winds created by the Vespa. The cold December air biting at his cheeks and drying the skin around his eyes. His eyes were focused on the road ahead of him, but his mind thought of someone else. He began to wonder if he could find Doctor Stephen Strange, have him teach him his ways and learn to sustainably open portals with the artifact he used. The thought of creating a sling ring had crossed his mind but he doubted it would function like the genuine article.

That however was for another time. As Max rode on he was glad to thought about Veils words, her offer to find them shelter from Jinx and he quickly worried about Leighton and this new mutant. She still had her phone, she used it while on the road and all they needed was three locations that were cleverly placed to locate her. He thought on a way to break the signal, jam their location and electronics so that they couldn't be spied on. Damn it why hadn't he asked for James to come as well. He was smart when it came to these things and he was a good ally. As he thought upon it Max had the idea that his magic would interfere with any Electronics around, he would need everyone here and hopefully they could jam them in time not to be followed. His Vespa came to a halt as he now sat before the old underground building, its roof blown off and the rubble left behind.


Peter Jackson Bernard

Location: Cinnabon
Skills:
Jinx


Jinx rolled his eyes at the blonde woman's display. As if humans weren't disgusting enough, this thing had the audacity to hold him up in acquiring his sacred Cinnabon. He wanted nothing more than to get a snack and go now that Reeva was asking him to tail the two brats from earlier. "Fine. Consider it done, I'll ensure the package is delivered myself." with that he hung up the call and placed his phone into his pocket. Storming up last any patrons and now standing right next to enemy numero uno. His stance was strong as he crossed his arms and glared at the woman with a most unfortunate haircut. "Listen here and listen good Karen. I am not having a good day and my patience is wearing very thin right now. I just broke my nose and I have very little time before I need to head back into work." With that Karen's glasses would snap down the middle, falling off her face. "Now I suggest you go and take your business elsewhere and leave this poor worker alone, I could care less about those knock off glasses- Her bag then tore down the middle of the bottom threatening to spill its contents on the floor. "-or that cheap thing you call a purse. I don't want to see you in my sights and I just want A DAMN CINNABON IS THAT CLEAR?!"

Jinx was fuming as he spoke, blowing a puff of air to move a curly tuft away from his face so that his glare could continue uninterrupted. He looked passively at Morgan as if to say 'get me my damn bun so I can go' before turning his gaze back to Karen. Her voice would now be shot. Silencing any shrill, squeaky pitched thing she could possibly say back. If it wasn't for Reeva and the fact that he was in a mall, he would of blasted her until she had nothing left. Jinx pulled out 20 dollars and handed it to Morgan, not looking at her but expecting her to take it none the less. "The rest is a tip for dealing with this low life."

Echo
Location: DC Apartment > Old Mutant Hideout
Skills:



Harry listened as his sister said her condolences. It appeared as though there would be others joining them on what he could only assume was now his first mission. His heart sank and the sounds of sniffling could be heard coming from his side of the line. There was silence and then a cocky and slightly melancholy tone now taking place. "Well then, I suppose we should put on a good show then! That is if I am to meet your good friends at the first location. No need to pick me up I'm already dressed and can be out in a jiffy. We'll have a little cœur en cœur later though. I wanna hear what my little Valery Hope has been up to!" It took him a second to hear the end of her sentence, a clear look of shock now riddling his face as an audible and flamboyant gasp escaped his lips. "Hey now! I resemble that! See you there Val." He chuckled out before hanging up the call.

Harry and his duplicate walked towards the door to his apartment. He turned to look himself in the mirror that hung on the wall beside it, tucked away in a little alcove meant for keys and shoes. He wiped away any tears and placed an eye drop in each eye to remove any redness. With a final look to make sure he appeared well put together, he tugged on his pink silk collar , grabbed his key, and made his way out the door to his Desert Beige Jeep Wrangler. Top down, air blasting, and music blaring, Harry made his way towards the first location given to him, Google maps doing all the work as he drove and sang along to the music on the radio. His duplicate would be keeping watch, making sure no car was following them or any suspicious vehicles tailing him. Once he appeared to be within 15 minutes of the location Harry turned off the radio and attempted to be inconspicuous. He didn't think anyone was tailing him, but he didn't know what to expect. He definitely didn't expect a blonde haired think to be waiting anxiously by a Vespa as he pulled in and the dirt ground crunched under the wheels of his tires.

Harry pulled the car to a halt and parked it, out of sight of the main road and taking a look at all the dust now kicked up into the air. There was a long exasperated sigh as he looked down at his pure white pants and wondered if he should've changed before hand. He tilted his sunglasses halfway down his face to reveal his eyes and look at the blonde boy. "Hey mate, you one of Vals friends? Come on over here and let's have a lil chat shall we? Don't quite wanna get dirty just yet." Max turned over startled and wondering who the flashy man was. "I'm fine thanks, I'll just wait for the others." "Suit yourself kid."
In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Echo
Location: DC Apartment
Skills: Multiplication



Harry began pacing back and forth in his apartment building. His hand against his mouth and he began to think on what it is he should do. It had been 9 years since his time at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children and he was beginning to wonder if perhaps his old mentor could give him some help. His pacing slowed down as he sat on his white couch and placed his face into his hands. His girlfriend had just been killed and all because of some racist bigots who saw her for what she was and not thr beautiful loving person she is...was....is...was. Harry looked back at a pack of smoke that sat on the counter, he hadnt touched them in 8 years, he had been clean for so long and all this stress was making him beg for a single drag. He stood up, opening the fridge and grabbing some cold pressed juice. From behind him another copy emerged, the stress creating his "twins" in a way to cope. "You gotta call her mate. You know she could help, you could help. Why wont you?"

"Its been how many years now? Besides what do I even say? How do I even approach this?" "Just tell her what happened. You cant run from this fight forever, today proved that." Harry swallowed down the glass of juice and slammed it onto the counter. He knew he was right, after all it was himself. His grip tightened onto the glass, its fragile composition threatening to give way. "You're right. I'll give her a call." Harry pulled out his cellphone and began to dial his sister. The phone rang once, twice, and finally an answer. "Hey, Sis...we need to talk. I'm ready to join the lines. The fight was finally brought to my doorstep, they murdered my girlfriend of 8 years, 8 years damn it! I...I want to help out, where can I find you?" His duplicate placed one hand on his shoulder as he made the call.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In Harry Potter and the Alchemist's Quest - Discontinued → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: Cabin 3
Magic:
Divination

As Apollo lay there, his eye twitched and winced while he slept. A soft groan could be barely heard by Artie as Callum entered the room, and then a sigh of relief once he had left. His index finger twitched every once in a while and his body threatened to turn over. The nightmare still poured into his mind, the river, the wolves, the dark, the grimm. All looping and allowing for his sense of the divine to gather clues on what was needed to learn the truth about his dreams. The dream now came in pieces, choppy, first the River. It replayed and cut and replayed in his mind as he struggled to gain its meaning. It wasn't until it finally allowed him on shore that he sighed a breathe of relief. The feeling now overwhelming him and the shortness of breathe told him two things. The first was that it represented danger, it was a warning to a threat that coincided with his readings earlier that day. The second was the emotional turmoil this danger would bring with it. He worried now more than ever for Georgina as he still believed these readings and visions to be of her.

He sat there on the shore for a while, catching his breath in the dark as he heard the wolves off into the distance. Apollo slowly stood up, the gravely shored grinding beneath the heels of his shoes as he slowly made his way towards the spot in which he could see. Leaning against a rock he watched, senses dulled as his emotional state stayed in shock and didnt allow for any real feelings to emerge. The pack of wolves flashed for a moment in his mind, they were more than wolves, more than animals, they were friends...comrades, working together towards a singular goal in a fight for life. Their enemy, the grimm, was a well known omen of death. Could this death be literal? Metaphorical? Did it represent the escaped Death Eaters of Azkaban? Or was it both. Regardless of what it meant, this year wasnt about to be an easy one.
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