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🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Matthew Madigan

Location: Camelot Forrest
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Maddie looked at the blonde haired girl inquisitively. His eyes blinking once, twice, as he listened to what it was she had to say. Sleeping Beauty? That certainly vit the visual build as well. It also sprung from a similar source, Italian. "Oh. S-sorry, I'd meant The Blue Fairy. The one used to bring Pinocchio to life. Y-you bear a striking r-r-resemblance to her...or at least her Disney interpretation." His mind began to wander for a moment on thoughta of Sleeping Beauty. Thinking back to Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather; having always liked Merrywearher the best. His thoughts danced from the fairies to other tales of fae folk who were said to snatch up children that misbehaved, or spoke out of turn. Tales he grew up hearing from the orphanage that seemed tall tales to keep him in line but now could be all too real.

His attention snapped back like a taut rubber band. The sounds of footsteps behind them as he saw everyone moving off the road. He quickly followed suit, taking to the nearest tree he could find. His back was pressed against the bark, crouched down as he listened intently to the matching sound of soldiers. Were they a threat? Pawns of Maleficent? Or were they merely meant to get off the road so that they could pass unhindered much like one does with an emergency vehicle? Regardless of the matter, he remained vigilant on high alert incase something went awry.

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

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Demetri Rowan Howell

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Location: Ship: Top Deck > Lower Decks
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Demetri made sure to make a mental reminder not to heighten his voice near the visually impaired. How was he supposed to know that Daredevil was basically real? Before he could say another word to the group it appeared that something had come up and the mist began to vanish ending his call. He stood there for a moment, staring at the now empty space before him until something hit him. His attention went full swing as he turned to look at the group of giggling girls. Kiera had asked him if he cared to join, and honestly he was surprised given the other two within the area. But he smiled and shrugged as he made his way in and sat down on the floor criss cross.

"Im always up for a bit of mischief and fun. So sure, I suppose I'll join in. Whatre we doing?" His food had gotten cold but he began to dig in, eating what was left on his plate before setting it aside to lean back on the palms of his hands. "Oh and they seemed to be doing just fine. Something appeared to come up towards the end there but I couldn't see what it was, sounded more like uninvited attention more than it did life death peril so I'm sure Kristen can handle it. Other than that im sure the golden boy is more than happy to be surrounded by two girls for who knows how long."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Kwassi Asokho

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Location: Agent 13s apartment.
Skills: Bio-Engineering, Jack of All Trades: Science, Chemistry, Toxicology.

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Everything was fine. This was fine. Kwassi looked about the room, taking in the scenery as he tried to develop a plan of attack. Blow for blow Flynn had been matching him and he needed to get an upper hand. As Matt played the loving part of distraction, being slammed up and down by Uncle Suger, Kwassi took the opening to run head first towards the bathroom, rolling into the small room and blessing that he left the door ajar. As soon as he was in he shut the door closed, grabbed his Escrima stick and held it horizontally. Pressing his finger on the shaft, a faint blue glow appeared and the stick grew from itself until it was long enough to barricade the door incase anyone tried to break it in. He needed to work and he would take all the chaos from outside and allow them to keep each other company so he could do so. Kwassi laid down his portable chem kit, placing on his gloves and goggles, and began to mix Sulfuric Acid, Water, and Hydrogen Peroxide into a glass container with a magnetic stirrer.

As fighting ensued outside he could hear Agent Reed claim they were Skrulls. Bonnie had confirmed his earlier suspicions that Flynn wasn't who he said he was. Kwassi had expected either HYDRA, a robotic double, or Skrulls. He really didn't like Skrulls. The solution now finished, he used the spout to carefully pour it into 5 of his emptied throwing darts. Clipping 4 back onto his belt, staching away his chem kit and brass knuckles, and then opening the door to rejoin the fight. He threw his first dart at Flynn, landing the blow as the corrosive acid would make quick work of any organic matter. Satisfied that it may be enough, he peered into the hallway to see who was left and decided the troublesome teen with a penchant for metal was the best bet. Throwing another of his darts at the boy and narrowly making his target so he too would begin to feel the solution eating away at him.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Kwassi Asokho

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Location: Agent 13s apartment.
Skills: Mixed Martial Arts, Anatomy, Bo Staff

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Chaos seemed to be ensuing all around him. Most of the Agents were shot, 13 was now on the offensive and attacking Flynn (rightfully so), and then there was a knock on the door. This was the worst time for some Uber Eats kid to be here, and if it was a noise complaint from the neighbors about Flynns yelling or the gunshots, then they were sure to have to deal with it. Before Kwassi could tell them to wait one second the door came flying off the hinges and into the apartment. It didn't seem to hit anyone but he could feel a strong breeze behind him now, seeing some grotesque man asking for sugar in the reflection of his staff. "This may be a bad time for a cup my friend. Perhaps try the next apartment over." His wakandan accent was thick as he spoke, wincing from the wound as his head tried to analyze and make sense of all the new variables. But before he could, his legs began to move on their own.

Agent Moss was being peppered with blasts by Flynn. He wasn't sure if the wounds were getting to him but it looked like he fired a missile. Successfully stopping him from being able to attack the air manipulator at the door. Clearly the must be aligned, perhaps some rogue planateers with a twisted view on justice. Either way they needed to be stopped quickly. Ever minute lost here was one that Captain America gained. Kwassi tensed his stomach, bracing for the pain as he ran forward and made a large arching swoop behind Flynns legs. The turncoat agent jumped over his swing as Kwassi used the momentum to keep going and do a full spin up and then cracking it down near Flynns neck. The mutant managed to grab the strike and then a blast was felt. His staff had been blown in half before he got the chance to demagnefy it. Luckily only one escrima stick was damaged this way and that meant he'd only have to fix the other. Kwassi cursed the pain for making him slow as he slid his hand into his pocket and grabbed one of his electric brass knuckles for his right hand.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Matthew Madigan

Location: Camelot Forrest
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It wasn't like he was scared of him or anything. He just...he didn't want him to think he was trying to peep at him as they changed. Thats all. Not like Matthew had the gal to do so. The boy barely had the stomach to speak his mind let alone act on it. But recent events had shone some light in his dark tunnel and revealed new paths for him to approach and try. "I'm not afraid. I was just averting my gaze incase you were indecent. Thats all" Matthew turned to face his friend, seeing his warm smile and bringing forth his own. Why was he so cute? It didnt matter, what mattered right now was the here and now. He rubbed his wrists where the leather thongs met. "Thank you."

Matthew rejoined the group, careful not to sprint to fast so that Carroll would stay perched up on his shoulder without the need for claws. He stopped next to Willow, curious as to her question and now walking in step with her. "I second thar question. Magic might be a useful skill to have when the villains have it as well." He held out his right hand across his body for Willow to shake. "M-matthew Madigan, but you can call me Maddie or Mads for sh-short. Mind if I ask who your p-parent is?" Perhaps having a magical parent would make them more inclined to magic? Or at the very least make it easier to weild. "Anyone e-ever tell you you look like the Blue Fairy?"

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

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Demetri Rowan Howell

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Location: Ship: Top Deck > Lower Decks
Skills: Iris Message?

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Demetri blushed sheepishly as his hand rubbed the back of his neck while letting out a small giggle. "My bad Janelle. Still figuiring out how this thing works." The image began to get static and flicker as the call continued. An eyebrow raising in confusion as his attention switched towards Kristin. "Um...and I having bad reception or something?" He poked the image the same way someone would tap on an old phone before asking hello. Kristen was kind enough to let him now that he was running out of mist, he looked dowm at his cup and saw it was empty. Having downed the liquid for this call by filling his cheeks to the brim in order to get that mist effect. Damn it. "Bit out of luck in the mist department right now. But thats fine, I'm glad to see you all safe and I suppose we've been busy. But man I'd rather be on the ground with you guys."

Demetri had a look of shock as Zeke proclaimed the child of zues would like to know of his sizes. The shock turning into a bit of disgust as he mentioned foot size. "Thats the last thing I'd care about. If anything I'd wonder about the size of that brain, if there even is any." He ignored the comments coming from nearby, those didn't have a time limit. But Zekes words echoed in Demetris brain. Would he like to know about Zekes...sizes? would he?. He shook his head no, hoping the question would follow out his ears and away from thought.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Kwassi Asokho

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Location: Agent 13s apartment.
Skills: Mixed Martial Arts

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Kwassi ignored Agent 13 for the most part. She stood there stating she could speak for herself yet it was clear that she was incapable of that. The only reason she spoke up now was because the tone of the room allowed for it as new forms of judgment and thought made their way to light. His left hand twitched near his lower back, ready to grab his weapon if need be and deflect any oncoming physical attack that Flynn may throw at him. His file spoke of pyromancy and if fast enough, he would be able to magnetise his staff and whirl it around to disperse the flames and take minimal damage. It was clear that Flynn was driven by emotions, either having his own twisted form of logic or being completely devoid of it to begin with. Either way it was clear his insults wouldn't go unnoticed. Matt appeared to start making his way towards rhe door, Kwassi debating if he should let him leave or wait for this to settle, optingnfor the former in order to follow his senior agent.

The next few seconds went by in a flash however. Flynn pulled a gun on them, shooting Kwassi in the stomach, then Agent 13, and missing Agent Moss. Had he been faster he could've caught the round with his baton, magnetising the bullet towards it, or attempting to deflect it. He wasn't however expecting a shot and that allowed for hesitation. "Oh for fucks sake." Kwassi dropped hisnlefr hand down, grabbing his gun and shooting a paralytic shot at Flynn, imbedding it into his upper shoulder. It was designed and made for a Super Soldier, to help slow down Captain America. On Flynn, it should lock him up. None of the doses were high enough to be potentially lethal for a normal person, in the event he had to restrain a human, mutant, or teammates. Kwassi holsters his gun once more, removing his batons and forming a bo staff to use as support.

When he turned to try the door the handle wouldn't budge. He tried it once more, trying to lock and unlock the door to see if perhaps the lock had malfunctioned but it wouldn't budge either. Shitty ass apartment. Was all he could think to himself as he braced for impact. One hand gripping the staff, another his wound, he balanced on one leg and kicked the door. It shook but didn't open. He tried once more and got the same results. "Very funny. Is there a trick to this door Agent 13? Or do you intend to keep us here?"

The Gifted - Concluded

Maximillian Gray

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Location: Mutant Underground > MU Med Bay
Skills: ConjurationNew Outfit

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Max nodded weakly towards James as he told him to wait there. A dopey smile plastered on his face while James walked away. Max sluggishly waved goodbye. Once James had left the room, his eyes began to wander. Looking at the stains on his bed, his reflection in triplicate from the mirror Echo had brought in shortly after his arrival. He watched himself closely, his varicose veins, the dripping blood, and almost lifeless limbs. His eyes were fixated onto themselves, staring longer and longer as his vision began to distort and his mind started to play tricks on him. He grew horns, two prominent fangs, and his hair began to wisp about like dancing flames. All the while his eyes stared right at his reflection. Max reached out towards the mirror, his fingers outstretched as they attempted to touch the other in the room. Was this how the others viewed him? A demon? A monster? His vision kept warping until the sound of someone's voice broke his trance.

Max turned his gaze away from the mirror and saw James at his side once more. The dopey smile returning as he was lifted up and supported by the weight of the other mutant. He nodded once more in agreement as his head began to spin and found itself inside the bucket while trails of blood spilled fourth from his mouth. There was wrenching, silence, and then the sound of him spitting his saliva into the container. Together they managed to make their way up to the medical area, Max breathing short breaths as he took every other step. "Do you think Wanda sees herself a demon too? Do you think she's happy now? Or that she's living with guilt? Will I ever be happy?" His eyes were vacant, staring ahead as he watched their destination unfurl and they had finally arrived to medical.

Echo

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Location: Mutant Underground > Old Mutant Underground
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Echo's heart split in two as Waverly asked Zari if her role was to guide Cayden into the afterlife. His eyes fixated on the road as he gripped the wheel tighter. He focused on the road, trying not to think about Sapphire, Zari, or much else besides getting to the Mutant Underground as quickly and safely as possible. He felt that Waverly needed a shoulder, an ear, and some compassion. Something she may not recieve in this van. His glance darted towards his twin figuiring that she may need the same. Death was always taxing, and it didn't matter how much one has seen it, he knew his sisters heart wouldn't allow her to become numb to it. He wasn't sure what was needed to be said or done, but all he could do is be there for them and do what was needed and say the words he needed to hear when he lost someone.

Once they arrived Veil had asked him to retrieve a few others. "No problem. I'm taking my Jeep, better to make sure I don't raise suspicion by using a car potentially seen at a fight recently." He spun the keys on his finger, handing them to Veil before moving away towards his car. He pulled out and drove towards the Old center for the Mutant Underground, where he first met Callie and a few others and where another death had occurred. His music drowned out his thoughts, driving straight to his objective as one of his own CDs played in car. Several tracks passed before he finally arrived at his destination. "Yo, I was sent here to gather you all." He leaned over and opened the passenger door, patting the seat next to him."[/color]

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Kwassi Asokho

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Location: Agent 13s apartment.
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Kwassi waited for Agent Flynn tirade to be over. A smirk appearing just barely visible to the perceptive eye. He began to slowly clap his hands, only three times before halting. "That was quite the speech Agent Flynn. Very moving. Really. Now if you would like to put your skills to use and get your head out of your heart you would be able to see things much clearer. You aren't the only one who feels this way, you aren't even the only one in the room that feels this way. Agent 13 here for example is showing clear and obvious signs that she is struggling with her assignment. Morally she seems to be aligned with you but her duties tell her to speak to us in earnest. There's also thr fact that her apartment is excruciatingly clean, too clean. Clearly something was being hidden here and it very well could tie into the fact that she feels morally tainted now."

Kwassis made his way over towards the front door, ensuring he was between it and anyone else as he continued speaking. "Finally there's me. Ive been watching all of you, reading you, and keeping tabs. I haven't chosen a side yet because I used to be a Vigilante. A "hero". And I known what it would mean and feel like to register oneself to S.H.E.I.L.D. It can easily be manipulated by others such as O.M.E.N., H.Y.D.R.A., or even common day villains. Targeting families instead of heros, and exposing the world to a knew Achilles heel. I'm not so emotionless as to neglect all of that, but I am level headed enough to keep myself in check so that I can help those who need it, and that includes Steve Rogers. There's more information I haven't told you but its not for me to give out. So please continue with your little tantrum but don't pretend to be so high and mighty that you're the only one here who gives a damn."

Potential Rolls

If Kwassi is attack, he will try to block and attack back with Escrima sticks and skill

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Matthew Madigan

Location: Camelot Forrest
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Matthew made his way towards the bag, looking for an outfit that would both fit him and possibly provide some form or protection. He found a pair of dark brown pants, a dark blue shirt and coat that wrapped around his chest but opened up around his legs. There were leather bracers, a kidney belt, a leather gorget, and boots. He grabbed his pile of clothing, instinctively walking towards Colby and a familiar face without thought. As he turned the corner to hide behind a tree he caught sight of Colby in his boxers and quickly moved away where his friend would be out of sight. His face was flushed red and his mind racing as he just repeatedly told himself how stupid he was for forgetting that he was also changing. What he didn't wear boxers? Or saw fit to use this opportunity to try going commando? It could've been worse.

Matthew worked at clearing his mind as he carefully undid his clothes the same way he did in gym class. Holding the pair of pants over the ones he removed so that he could quickly replace them. His new shirt was placed over the old one, pulling his arms into the shirt and undoing it from the inside before finally sticking his arms out and pulling it out from the neck hole. The rest was relatively easy to do until he reached the bracers, timidly walking towards Colby and holding his wrists out for him. "C-c-Could you tighten these for me please?" He didnt meet eyes with him, looking away. "Well...I've actually thought about what I've been wanting to say to them for my whole life now...there's isn't a lot to do when you're never adopted out of the orphanage but to dream so..."