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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: Ship: Lower Decks
Skills: Vocal Mimicry, Shapeshifting

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Demetri looked towards Mary with a grin. "Choosing dare with this precarious prankster is definitely a sure sign to be embarrassed. But I'd rather be dared by her than see what truths she may try to unveil." when he heard the dare he looked about the room and hung his head in defeat. Hannah Montana? Really? Well it was Leda after all and the only guarantee was that her dares would bring forth some amusement for herself. He stood up and coughed, clearing his throat before starting his performance. Typically he either shifted then spoke or sang, or he would speak then shift. Rarely did he try and do both as he was about to try. He closed his eyes and began to sing.

"Oh yea
Come on
You get the limo out front
Hottest styles, every shoe, every color"

The transformation hadnt worked but he definitely sounded like Hannah Montana. He knew how to work it in and try to salvage this mess.

"Yea when your famous it can be kinda fun
It's really you but no one ever discovers.
Who would of thought that a girl like me
Would double as a superstaaaaar?
You get the best of both worlds
Chillin' out, take it slow
Then you rock out the show"

He transformed into Miley Cyrus, shifting into Hannah Montana as he sang the last two lines. Staying in Hannah he completed the rest of the song, giving pause at thr end for any applause that they might give. Though he doubted they would. Hannah Montana sat back onto the floor and looked at Leda. "Well was that everything you wanted?" he said with a bit of a country twang. "I believe its my turn to pick and I chooooose...Mary. truth or dare."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Kwassi Asokho

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Location: Hallway
Skills: Mixed Martial Arts

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Kwassi began to breathe a bit slower, relief filling him for a moment as Flynn plummeted downwards to what was hopefully he demise. He closed his eyes and took in a breathe until he felt heat rising and saw Flynn flying back up and launching two fireballs towards him. Kwassi managed to dodge them both, the second having him hit the wall and slide down while still grasping onto his wounds. He let out a large breathe as his ribs pulsed with pain when they made contact on the wall. "Note to self: work on regenerative nanobots to nullify pain and speed up regenerative properties" Before he could stand up to fight, Bonnie came to his rescue and disabled Flynn while Niah took care of the runaway. His eyes darted about as he wondered which of the agents he could trust and which of them were shifters like Flynn. When Niah spoke out about agreeing with Flynn Kwassi simply wagged his finger at her as if to say I told you so.

" Agent Bautista seems to understand. Whether she is aligned with this imposter Flynn or not has yet to be seen. But like I was telling the Flynnposter, disagreeing with the mandate would require more than a hot head to combat it." Kwassi gripped his half of the staff and extended it, using it to help him up and stay stable through the pain. "You're all rather gifted, but Agent Bautistas ability is extra-ordinary. Psychometry. Being able to see events that have transpired by glimpsing the memories of an object. You could've easily seen what had happened before the good old Captian took his exit. Hopefully it can help with these doppelgangers too. If there's ever a period where they shift out, contact each other, anything. My worry is...if these terrorists were so happy to stand between us and Rogers...is he aligned with them? Or worse, one of them. If possible I'd like to bring Agent 13 with us as well. Make sure she wasn’t replaced during her post here, or perhaps she may have seen something off about Rogers."

The Gifted - Concluded

Maximillian Gray

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Location: MU bedroom
Skills: ConjurationNew Outfit

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Max had passed out in the medical beds the previous day. The excitement of M-Pox, death, and using his powers had began to exhaust him. He laid there till later in the night when Echo would send up a clone to grab him and place him in his bed, tucking him in and watching over him for a moment. This disease wasnt fair. Max had shifted during the night. Small kicks and twitches with huffy of breath as his body not only fought the disease but also his mind. He laid there sleeping as he saw Waverlies mom die. The nail crashing into the car again but then there was a flash of lightning. It was so bright it blinded him for a moment until his eyes readjusted and Waverlies mom was gone, it was now Casper laying there lifeless. Two singed marks on his chest as he lay there dead. Max wanted to get away from it all. Just run. When all of a sudden he wasn't there anymore. He had closed his eyes and everything went cold again but it was different. That same cold he felt the day he awoke in the Mutant Underground. He didn't dare open his eyes until he felt warmth once more and when he did...

He woke up. Max was gasping for air as a cold sweat poured over him and his hair stuck to his face. He looked around the room and saw he wasn't back at medical. Did he teleport here in his sleep? Was that a danger he had to face now? Or was it only a danger because of M-Pox? His breathing began to slow as Max gripped his chest, sitting up in bed with his back against a wall. Max heard Waves scream. Wondering what Sunshine did to make her own roommate scream in such a way in the morning. But then there was another scream. Jack? What had Jack done? Suddenly he recalled something from before

"Oh really? You make a living by tricking others and conning them. We are more similarthanyou think."

The words echoed in his mind, what Jacks father had said. But he knew nothing of twho the man was or how exactly this could fit. He doubted it but a small part wondered if this was Jacks idea of a punishment for what she had done. Even she didn't deserve this, no one did. The fog of his mind was too thick to allow any real connections to pass through, just jarbled ideas and thoughts that fit together as well as a puzzle whos pieces were all the same shade of brown. There was a connection somewhere but it would be more work than Max could handle to find it.

Echo

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Location: Mutant Underground
Skills: Self Multiplication

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In the early morning of the next day, Harry had found himself leaving the underground to gather a few ingredients from the stores. As soon as he made it back he stood at the trunk of his Jeep, hand confidently placed on a cocked hip. "Boys, lets harmonize." For once, in a very long while, all the boys showed up for practice. Berry and Jerry helped with the groceries, taking them into the kitchen as Harry placed on a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. "I'm not going to be like those parents who say 'Look who finally showed up' because I know how that only pushes people further away. What I am going to say is...It's good to have you back." Harry placed his hand on his typically absent clones shoulder and gave him a smile before heading into the Underground with the rest.

All five of them placed a bright pink apron with white trim over them denim tops and each began to get to work. Unbeknownst to them, Jack had spirited away Sunshine as they prepared to make a breakfast to lift both her and everyone else's spirits up as they fought loss and a virus. Harry, Berry, and Jerry were all in the kitchen, with Harry working on omlettes, Berry was holding a white mixing bowl and pink whisk making batter for waffles, and Jerry was washing and rinsing various types of berries to be played and displayed later for all. There was powdered sugar, real Canadian syrup, whipped cream, honey, anything one could imagine to have a sweet and delicious breakfast. It was all he knew to do to help the others. He wasnt a doctor, he knew he rubbed some the wrong way, and he had to at least try.

Berry began to place some batter into the waffle maker when they all heard Waverly scream. Terry and Larry where off cleaning the dining area. Sweeping the floors and making it look nice and presentable for all, or more so than usual. They both turned to view the direction in which Waverly was; Harry telling the others to stay where they were and keep working on breakfast while he went to go find out. He ran towards Jacks room and stood there, watching as she pounded the door. "Hey hey hey. Deep breaths deep breaths. Explain to me whats going on. What happened."

The Gifted - Concluded

Maximillian Gray

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Location: MU Med Bay
Skills: ConjurationNew Outfit

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Max sat quietly as he twiddled his thumbs awaiting someone to answer him. No seemed to know or care about the Asgardian Witch and just ignored his call for information. Max shrugged an oh well with a dopey smile on his face. Everyone seemed to be upset about what was happening to him but no one appeared to be listening. That's when it it hit him, listening. Why hadn't Max just tried to talk to Casper? It seemed rather obvious. So he did something he had done so many times before in his other life and simply sent Casper a message. "Heyooooo. Casper you there at all? Its meeee" If he was still alive then it stood to reason he could talk.

"Max? Is that you? Wow, never thought I'd be so happy to hear your voice! I'm trapped in I think the spirit plane or something? I don't know, Ben won't help me, I'm stuck and there's no food here!"

Max giggled to himself as he thought about Casper and his power. If anything from what James had said earlier it just seemed like Casper ran out of energy and couldn't get himself jump started again to fix it his own. "Well Caspies a friendly ghost now but its ok I got this!" His speech was slurred as he quickly stood up and placed one hand over his mouth as his náusea hit him. "Oop too fast." Max looked about the room and saw the defibrillator that they had. How hard could it be? Just do the thing then say clear right? "Its ok Caspie I got you. CLEAR!" Max pressed the paddles against Caspers chest and he watched as the body jolted. He waited a moment and then quickly noticed Caspers heart had stopped. "Jaaaaaames!"

They didn't have a lot of time and Max knew what he had to do. If he could heal Sunshine then maybe he could help Casper? Max dropped the paddles on the ground and chuckled nervously as he placed his own hands on Caspers chest. "Clear!" He closed his eyes and sent forth a blast of healing energy towards Casper and his heart. Feeling the slow rhythmic thump of his heart beating once more. Caspers eyes opened wide and he took in a large gasp as he yelled "JESUS CHRIST THAT WAS A RUSH"

Echo

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Location: Mutant Underground
Skills: Self Multiplication

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He continued to pace for a moment, a careful finger placed between his lips as his brows furrowed in contemplation. He needed tk go out shopping, wanted to gather some supplies for everyone there and most importantly for Sapphire. This most recent development might make her hesitant to use her powers for healing again, it may put in a blockade that will cause her to hesitate when they needed her most. So, given her knowledge on medicine, it was best to go out and buy her a case. Something that held anything and everything she would need for helping battlefield wounds. They wouldn't be this unprepared again. But how to present it to her without also insulting her? Clearly it would seem as if he was rubbing it in but all he wanted to do was help. Echo slammed his hand against the railing before James walked out and spoke to him.

"Huh? I'm- I'm sorry I was distracted. And really it was no problem at all. To quote a wonderful woman, 'Whats the point of wealth if you have no one to share it with?'" Echo placed a stray hair behind his ear before cocking his hip and crossing his arms. "It appears so...the short end of the stick that is. The debate was idiotic to say the least, but it was broken up by the sound of alarms. There was a strange girl being attacked by some purifiers. They were no match but...the Hellfire club came in, ambulances wouldn't dare get near us, Sentinels attacked...it was a huge mess. And through it all one of those damned purifiers got a lucky shot and killed Cayden. We were unprepared for healing a wound like that with no powers or kit to help us. We won't be so unprepared again I'll make sure of it. Sadly future preparations don't bring back the ones we've lost."

Of Blood and Magic

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Interacting with:@ReusableSword

During the car ride back Salem didn't speak a word. He allowed for silence to fill the air as he leaned against the car door and peered out the window. He didn't care if Victor had anything to say to him, opting to listen only to the sounds of the wind blowing past them as it rustled his hair and cooled his skin. It was no doubt that Salem needed Victor for that exam, he was smart enough to handle the riddles and saw in anglea that Salem didn't. But there was something more than that tonight. Between the murder of a mage and a lover no less, and the knowledge of the amazing perversion of plant magic that his family had created. It was clear the pair didn't share as much as he thought they had. Victor still held back and whats more could be using him as a pawn in a smarter way than Varis could.

Were they one and the same? The Astorio and Sinnenodel, one building up his mage to be used for his own purpose on the board while the other only broke his mages will to be able to reshape that pawn into a more valuable piece when the time was right? His stomach was in knots as he thought on about it until the car finally arrived. Salem slipped out of the car and made his way into the kitchen, putting on a kettle before opening a cabinet and grabbing out a clear glass jar with Willowbark inside. He awaited in the kitchen, preparing the ingredients for his brew until he would hear the front door close behind him and if possible, foot steps.

Salem stopped his motions, staring down at the wooden board before him, the knife, and pieces of bark that were now angrily and roughly chopped. "Did you ever plan on telling me? Or was I just to find out if I ever met the same fate?" His gaze stayed on the board, back turned to Victor. "And what of that plant mage? If you had known who he was why not give me notice? Give me knowledge so that I may find a way to fight back? Or were you hoping that I fell on thar field as well?" His voice was now shaking. He knows Victor had just complimented him as they left the forest, but how much of that was truth and how much was just for show? He must've known that the princess was just beyond the trees, waiting. "I thought we were partners, that we were to trust each other."

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Matthew Madigan

Location: Camelot Forrest > Merlins Tower
Skills:

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Matthew waited as he watched the army make their way by. The dark cloaked figures giving him pause as he began to wonder if perhaps this world's armies had a separate unit for magic. How common was magic? Could anyone weild it? Could artifacta grant the power to use magic such as a fairies wand? There was so much about this world that he didnt know or understand and everything that had happened so far was just a constant reminder of that. Once the army had made its way out of sight and the first traveler left their hiding, Matthew released a breath he didnt know he was holding. He took a careful few steps out as Merlin described them to be thr army of the infamous Morgan la Fey. Was she also the pale lady? Baba Yaga? The Dark Queen? Would he be stupid to ask?

I stead Matthew pressed onwards keeping his questions to himself and commenting slightly on the conversation before hand. "I-I prefer Kamala's M-Ms. Marvel over Mr. Fantastic and Elongated Man if I'm being h-honest. But that could just be an age thing I don't know." He quickened his step up to Merlin, looking about for Colby when his eyes came upon the tower. "Wooooow" he said in a breathy whispered tone. It was his tower, The Merlins Tower. What wonders awaited beyond the cobwebs filled his mind as he slolwy approached the structure and placed one hand on its stoney exterior. It was real. It was really real. "Colby.. are you seeing this?"

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Kwassi Asokho

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Location: Agent 13s apartment > Hallway
Skills: Mixed Martial Arts

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Kwassi avoided the two missiles that were launched at him, chalking it up to Flynns fatigue from combat. The explosions kicked up dust and debris that clouded his vision for a second before a third missile flew right into his chest, knocking him out of the room through a wall and causing him to fall on his back. The wind was immediately knocked out of him as he gasped for air and caught some dust in his throat. Choking and coughing as Flynn approached him. "I know exactly what I'm dealing with. An inferior agent." He spoke through coughs as he looked Flynn dead in the eye. Kwassi feinted a kick and used the momentum to spin up, grab Flynns shirt, and hurl him over the stairwell drop before letting him fall.

He took a few steps forward towards Agent Moss and the others, seeing the Youngest looking skrull attempting to escape. Kwassi had one arm wrapped around his stomach, pressing his wound while holding his ribs that eminated pain. The other hand grabbing his ICER and shooting two more shots towards the fleeing skrull. Each missed as the clanked against the stairs, while Kwassi sucked air through his gritted teeth. "Don't let him get away!" Damn he wished they had a healing mutant with them. Why couldn't the Terrigan gas have gifted him the ability to heal?

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: Lower Decks
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Regret. Instant regret was what Demetri felt as soon as those three words left Ledas lips. Ofcourse Mary further explained that all the giggling and laughter was coming from a game of truth or dare, but he'd never played it with Demi gods, and especially not with others who knew of his powers. He sat for a moment, thinking before looking towards Kierra almoat distracted. "Floors fine for me, allows me to lay down it id like, or stretch if needed. Now then...truth or dare...: It felt as though all eyes were on him as he pondered the decision.

Normally he would choose truth, seeing as how he'd have little to no damnable truths to say. But what if theys asked him about his first crush? Or if they asked him about who he likes at camp or if he knows the mystery girl that may of been spotted or...no. he had to choose dare. It was his only lifeline. "Dare. I choose dare Leda, so what whatcha got?" Hopefully whatever it was was just a small time prank and nothing too off the cuffs.

The Gifted - Concluded

Maximillian Gray

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

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Maxs attention was completely overtaken by Waverlys emotional outburst. The scene playing out began to sober him up if not a little bit from his foggy mind. He still wasn't all there, the words and sounds starting to muffle as the hit his bloodied ears. He cocked his head to the right, looking much like a dog who was attempting to understand his owner. It was clear though that emotionally today was rough. His eyes looked passed the group, out the med doors and in the general direction of where Magiks body presumably was. Maxs eyes began to glaze over as he left his headspace, only to return to it when he saw Jack walking in. He quickly sat up straighter, back against the wall and feet tucking under the bed he was sitting on, trying to put as much distance between him and the man who yelled at him so back that he got a splitting headache causing him to teleport elsewhere. Vomit began to creep its way up his throat, Max pushing it down and swallowing it as he didn't want to draw any attention in the room that was quickly filling up with the 'I hate Max club'.

Max wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but Jack approached him, prodding at Casper and prompting Max to scoot away from thr brothers. Something was apparently wrong with Casper, and Maxs head snapped to see James begin to gain panic in his voice as he muttered about an Asgardian Witch before leaving the room. Max tried to contact Runa, spittles of magic sparking off his fingers before absolutely nothing happened. It wasn't the same feeling that he got when his magic was blocked, or the kind of when it failed or the person was deceased. It was something new, as if she wasn't in the same world. As if she didn't exist at all. "Uhhh...James...the witch doesn't exiiiist. Like...at all. Know anyone who does?" He yelled out out the room from his spot in the bed. Hopefully James would hear him, and if not he was sure one of the three others in the room would fight at the chance to offer their infinite wisdom.

Echo

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Location: Old Mutant Underground > Mutant Underground
Skills: Self Multiplication

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Echo severly needed three things. The first was a hard drink, followed by a long cigarette and finally a quiet place to be alone. After parking the car he waited inside it for a moment until everyone else had stepped out and joined into the Underground. The was a pregnant pause and then a long sigh. His head was pounding, making him want his vices all the more until suddenly it stopped. The sharp pain was gone and his vision slowly came to as he stepped out of his jeep amd locked it up, taking the bag meant for James and patting his pocket to ensure he still had the ginger ale from before. He hiked up his pants, leaving little to the imagination and showing off his cake as he walked into the Mutant Underground, making sure he looked his best.

Echo made his way towards the room he shared with Max. Knocking gently before pressing it open and seeing that he wasnt in there. He took a few steps in and used his mirrors to check out his outfit and hair, fixing more than a few stray hairs and using his fingers to add more lift as the fight had deflated his hair slightly. Once satisfied Echo went up towards the medical area incase Max was there, seeing him sitting down and looking worse for wear. He squeezed through the others quietly, placing the ginger ale next to Max and whispering "Wait a bit for opening it yeah? It'll help your stomach." He then tip toed out of the room, catching James door close and making his way there. "Hey man, thought you might be tired and hungry. Hope you're not vegan anything. Just dropping off a Java Monster and SlimJim." Echo placed the items on the floor next to the door frame and slipped out, waiting outside as he paced and thought about what to do next.

The Gifted - Concluded

Maximillian Gray

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

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Anyone could be happy? Was that true? Max had never fully thought of it before. Between the betrayal of his own blood, having never had someone who cared or loved him, it was almost impossible to think of. It was on par with waking up feeling fully rested, or the ability to fall asleep instantly. Then again, if mutations could exist then he supposed that so could happiness for all. Waverly walked in, her arm looking like it met the wrong end of a bat. What had happened to the college team? It was meant to be simple. His eyes immediately went downcast to avoid her gaze. He knew she didn't want to look at him and he didn't want to look at her either. A constant reminder of the monster he was. He simply sat still and stared into his bucket.

It took Max a second...or several, to realize who James was calling for. But as soon as he did his mushy mind let out aong drawn out whistle. "Ooooooooo you're in trouble. Hehe. Someones getting chewed ooouuuut." He spoke in a sing songy voice towards James. And low and behold Sapphire came up there rampaging as usual. A slighy giggle cut off by an immediate gasp that his only friend may meet his end due to a small mistake. Max nudged the body of Casper next to him as if having a mental conversation. I aM nOt iN ThE MoOD. When is she ever amiright? Breathe wrong and you have major issues. He mentally jabbed with Casper. It was all he could do to hold back the inane laughter that was welling up inaide of him.

Echo

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Location: Old Mutant Underground > Mutant Underground
Skills: Self Multiplication

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Echo tried his best to find a middle ground for the mood. He didnt want to be too chipper and have them think he didnt care, yet too sour of a mood and he wouldn't be helping much either. He placed one hand on Colossus's huge metal shoulder. Feeling the cold of the metallic plating against his skin as he simply said "I'm very sorry to hear about what happened. If you need anyone to talk to you know where to find me. Whenever you're ready big guy." He had thought about telling him he understood. About how he lost a loved one not too long ago and how it clutches to your chest. But why would his misery bring him any joy? No, he just needed support and thats what he was going to give him.

Before Echo was able to tell Callie that there was no need to fret over spilt blood, (even though he was screaming inside) Jack decided to speak up and say what was on his mind. To an extent he understood what he ahd meant. But at the same time ofcourse the man would never understand. His rent-a-PI suit and way he carried himself told Echo all he needed to know about the man. He was about as sentimental with items as a cracker jack prize. No, Echo simply smiled as he went to place his hand on the wheel and tell everyone to buckle up before a slight headache kicked in. He pressed his fingers against his temples and the pain grew stronger. For a brief moment he almost asked his late love for a pill from their bag but when he turned to face them it was Colossus. Echo blinked once as he tried to decern if this was a mental attack but it was too hard to tell.

He cursed himself for not paying more attention at Xaviers, never believing he would join the elusive X-men team. He looked forward about to drive when his vision wayned and he fully knew he was not fit to drive. "One moment sorry." Echo lifted himself off his seat and began to slide backwards into the middle seat of the car. A duplicate taking his place. "Sorry about that. Got a nasty migraine all of a sudden and its making it hard to see. Berry you're good to drive yeah?" Berry gave him a thumbs up before telling everyone to buckle up and driving off, making it all the way to the Underground without a hitch.