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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: Upper Decks > Kitchen
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Demetri sat facing down at his food, pushing the meat aside from left to right as he dozed off in his space. As far as he was concerned Mary had no right to blow up on him like that. She may act all tough but he was certain if he pulled what she had just done that she would be just as crossed with him as he was with her. After all what was wrong with wanting a little privacy every now and then? He sat there silently wishing he could have had a moment alone with Leda, wondering if the gods were watching this all from above and just laughing at their children. Or perhaps some took pity on the demi-humans and helped them along in unseen ways. It was hard to tell and all of this unknowns just made his head spin. Life had been much easier when he was an atheist and could follow science instead of some invisible power.

When Kiera and Leda made their way into the room, going for a table he wasnt sat at, Demetri scoffed and stabbed his pork taking a bite of the tender food. As he chewed he began to mill over his options and realised that by waiting for an opportunity he would only be leaving himself in the dark. Fine, so he picked up his tray and walked over towards Leda and Kiera, placing it down and taking another bite. He chewed, waited, then swallowed and finally spoke. "Look, im still not used to all of this stuff ok? I just don't need Mary or others ridiculing me as I'm trying to wrap my head around certain aspects of life. Like how I went most of my life believing deities didn't exist and all of a sudden there's two whole pantheons and maybe more. So yes I had a dream last night and I figured our resident god caretaker would shed some light so there." Demetri took another bite of his food, trying not to make eye contact with the others out of embarrassment.

The Gifted - Concluded

Maximillian Gray

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Location: Island M the Bermuda triangle.
Skills: ConjurationNew Outfit

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Max had no idea of the conjured green mist that lurked behind him, nor of the creeping death that was following him. All he knew was that he wasn't getting any better and if ever there was a time to talk, it may as well have been now. He wasn't exactly sure of what to say, or even where to start, but as he pressed against the wall to his right, hugging the path in the barely lit space to a room, something came over him to speak. "Listen...Sunshine...I know we don't get a long well, and I haven't exactly done anything to try and fix that either. I hoped by giving you space we could grow separately and eventually try again but that doesn't seem cough cough seem to be working. I was genuinely worried for you when I found out you were taken, we don't have a lot and the world is against us...I just wished that maybe I could bridge the gap between the mutsnt divide and so that there isn't as much infighting...we need to stand together against this world not divided."

Blood had splattered onto his sleeve again, each cough making him feel worse for wear and bringing a stinging pain to his throat. His whole body felt weakened by the disease.When they had made it towards the room, he peaked past her shoulder and onto the space before him. She wasn't wrong, it smelled like what he imagined a hetero guys room smelled like. The collection of useless decor and street signs added to his mind of what he believed a straight guys room looked like, down to the Felicia Day posters. But as he looked on he began to catch hints here and there. The street signs, some of the music albums, and then it hit him, this was Pietro's room, Magnetos son. "Uh Sunshine, this could either be really good or really bad. Its Pietro's room, Magnetos son but last I knew I helped reunite him with his sister and they went off to be X-Men together." Max looked around the room, searching for any sign that he may or may not be there. But why would the Silver Speedster be back at his dads palace? Didn't they have some falling out? Wasn't that the reason for Wanda's world?

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Kwassi Asokho

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Location: 616 169th Street, Queens
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Kwassi had hardly noticed when the paralytic began to wear off of The Winter Soldier. There was no real indication that he could shake off the drugs effects like a Super Soldier could, nothing save for the fact that he was in that room with the other Avengers, but even Hawkeye could fall prone to Bio-Engineering. At first there was a slight twitch and then the sheen of light that came off the metal caught Kwassi's attention. Barely avoiding the hit from his metallic arm that caused damage to the brick exterior of this apartment. "Demethi! What are you people made of." He tried to kick The Winter Soldier off of the fire escape, back to the wall and legs using full force, but the metal armed man simply dodged the hit. Before any counter attacks could be performed Kwassi went for a sweep, locking legs with the soldier and inevitably failing to knock him down, being dropped in the process.

Kwassi used the momentum of the fall and his various skills to catch himself in a push up position. Using his hands for stability he quickly ran his legs up the wall, landing a small backflip before jumping up and performing a spin kick to Soldiers head. His foot connected but The Winter Soldier was too fast, allowing for the impact to be softened and for him to stay standing as Kwassi landed down on his two feet. The over exertion was beginning to call upon a dull sting in his abdomen, he wasn't sure how long he would last in a one on one fight with what appeared to be a super soldier. "Stand done, I do not wish to fight you. I am simply defending my own."

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Matthew Madigan

Location: The Woods > Camelot
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Matthew kept his pace slow and behind the others, leaning his hand up to scratch Carroll under their chin and feeling the comforting purrs against his neck and shoulder. He would love to say that he didn't need the others to like him, he'd love to say he didn't care for how they felt, but he couldn't. In the end of the day they were all trapped in a new world full of wonder and danger and they needed to learn to work together. More importantly they would have to move past minor issues and comunicate better. Having the party split apart so early on could lead to their downfall and the inevitability of Maleficents total reign. Matthew really didn't want that to happen, and so he trudged on, silently behind the group not daring to speak up unless spoken to and if the remark was rude or unneeded then he wouldn't respond to them at all. They needed to grow up and move on.

When Sierra began to slow her pace Matthew could feel the tension coming. She clearly wanted to speak her mind or say something to them and she was going to match them to do it. What came out however wasn't what he anticipated. Concern. Matthew looked ahead, trying not to show any emotion towards recent events as he answered her question. 'Are you two ok?' A question that would bring anyone on the verge to tears had they been holding it in. Luckily Matthew had already let his go earlier with Colby. "I'm fine. I wasn't the one pushed inside of a Lake full of who knows what. I just want to help save her parents and then move on with our mission." Throwing someone in a potentially enchanted lake was a dangerous thing to do, but it was done and nothing more could change that.

Of Blood and Magic

When Aaron began to elaborate more into the social agenda's that they were to play that evening, Salem simply chose to turn his head and face the window that lead out to their patio. He didn't need to hear his mansplination, nor did he care to. There was a reason he had left out the details of what they should be doing that evening. Lilie would most likely never comply to it given the manner in which she felt when the rumor mill had spun about Aaron, and Salem didn't know Max or Maddie enough to owe them that explanation. Really if they weren't already coached about such details by their partners earlier in the evening or even days prior then they could simply forget about their duties and fall prey to the entrapments laid down by their partners and those around them. Salem, of course, would have kept Lilie from spilling anything dire because he would hate to see anything brought up against her. All of that aside Salem just wished for Aaron to simply stop loving his own voice more than those around him, having to always get the last word when it came to the pair and always feeling the need to come out on top in any way possible. No instead Salem enjoyed the quiet night outside, watching the flicker of light as the moon shone against the dewed grass and made a small performance just for him.

Max spoke up, offering little to the conversation save for the fact that they shared one thing in common...boredom. Salem didn't expect an extravagant evening nor did he expect one so simple. Knowing Aaron he had hoped the light mage had come up with literally anything useful or diverting to do this evening even if his strings were being perpetually pulled by a Saberhagen clone, or more aptly what Mr. Saberhagen was more likely cloned after. His attention was turned back to those that were around him, he couldn't exactly pull off the brooding loner that pulls away at parties in the same sense that Max did, but much like the metal mage he still hated attending them. He gave Lilie another smile as she answered about any rumours she may have heard adding in "Aside from the one earlier this year about a certain Starag mage, I can't say I've heard of anything even remotely interesting no." Salem took a pause for a moment, wanting to ask Lilie a question when suddenly Maddie had one of her own. A fair one to be exact, but one that could also be used against them. Either way his Arcane Major wasn't a major secret. "I'm still tossing around ideas but I have a firm belief that I'm going to land on Transmutation. It would help greatly both in my work and my future...employment. How about you Max? any thoughts on yours?"

The Gifted - Concluded

Maximillian Gray

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Location: Island M the Bermuda triangle.
Skills: ConjurationNew Outfit

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The walk there was more difficult than Max had anticipated. Between the strenuous teleports that took him to an uncharted island, the restless sleep thanks to this mornings situation, and the M-Pox that was eating away at him. His feet dragged in the sand, the indents deeper than Sunshines as he followed behind in the silence she left. He felt some water stuck in his ear, pressing his finger against the cuff of his hoodie so that the cotton fabric would soak up the water that was lodged in. When he pulled away he saw the dark liquid seeping into the elastic bands and let out a sigh of exhaustion. He was tired of bleeding, tired of the fatigue, and tired of this dreadful disease. As they neared the castle he finally spoke up. "That's pretty cool, not being able to get sick. cough it must be nice." The blood splattered against his sleeve cuff again as he covered his mouth.

Sunshine pressed opened the doors to reveal a darkened interior. The glint of magenta shining in the abyss. Max watched as her body stiffened and his soon followed when she asked her question aloud. Why had his powers taken him here? Where even was here? He thought back to his time in the Hellfire Club, trying to think of any information that Magneto may have let out about this location and nothing came to mind. Max felt around for a light source and found nothing but a wet box of matchsticks. He threw them to the ground, the sound of a wet splat echoing in the room. "I - I - I don't know why we're here. Or even where here is...I didn't know Magneto even had a place like this." His voice was low, confused, and on edge. "If his palace is anything like Emma's penthouse then there's probably a speedboat here."

Echo

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Location: Mutant Underground
Skills: Self Multiplication

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Echo's panic began to slowly subside as he watched James approaching him. James! Maybe he could help him, use his powers to cure him of what Havok had done. Never before had Echo thought how apt the Summers name was. Havok, that was all he was capable of causing. When the healing mutant came close Echo tried to reach for him, grab his clothes or even his shoe...anything. But his hands stopped short of touching him when James' curt tone came out. Telling him to shut up and calm down. Had everyone in this underground lost their senses? A man was just crippled and lost one of his greatest joys in life over a white knight asshat and he was the one needing to shut up? He blinked, blinked again, and finally a third time before he just gripped the ground, holding onto a bundle of dirt and grass.

Sapphire made her way over and it was as if she and James had swapped places. Her calm and polite manner, the concern peppering her words. Echo immediately began to relax, the light show subsiding with the coming silence. He let his face fall slowly against the ground, his tears soaking the dirt beneath him. "Ok. Ok. I can lay still...just please...help me." Echo had been Rollerblading since he could practically walk. It was his form of exercise, his form of expression, and an excellent mode of transportation. To think that he wouldn't be able to do that again, he wouldn't be able to go about his life as usual. But in some weird twisted way, he was beginning to think he deserved this. Life already took away his love, why wouldn't it take away another joy as well, perhaps next it would take his voice and leave him to rot in a gutter.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Kwassi Asokho

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Location: 616 169th Street, Queens
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The windows blew out as glass peppered the sky, wind rushing past Kwassi as someone inside created the blast. Blows were struck and in an instant a stranger with an metallic arm came flying out the escape. Without hesitation he shot a round into the vigilante, paralyzing him and causing his stiff body to bounce lifelessly onto the fire escape. Kwassi didn't bother to look the man in the eyes, not needing to humanize him so that he could more effectively move in and do his job. Agent Moss went charging in, immediately going for the big threat that was Captain America. Loud thus could be heard coming from the room as his hits made contact with what Kwassi could only assume was Caps sheild. He took a deep breath and quickly turned the corner, his eyes focusing in on an opening created by the chaos and firing his paralytic dart into Captain America. The dart made contact and began to do its work, though one wouldn't be enough to do the job.

Kwassi turned around the corner again, keeping his back to the exterior wall and focusing his mind once more. It seemed that his teammates were all focusing down on Captain America, making it easier to find openings and using them as distractions for his end plan. If he could slow The Cap down enough, perhaps Agent Moss would be able to get a hold on him and use his powers. Kwassi did a similar technique to aisianic archery, closing his eyes until after he turned his body, only opening them up to see his target and shoot. First shot was too high, clanking against the vibranium sheild of Cap. The second round flew wide and just hit the ground. Things weren't going well for them and he wondered if he should enter the fight with his injuries or just kay down suppressing fire from outside.

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: Upper Decks > Kitchen
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Three was already a crowd, having hesitated earlier to even speak to Leda given Kieras presence. But she seemed cool enough to not mind of he snagged Leda away for a moment alone. That is until Marygold showed up. He had no real problems with her, being that she's a shifter too and that afforded him some feeling of kinship with her, but the girl knew how to shove her nose in business that didn't belong to her. Demetri leaned against the frame of the door to face Mary, his eyes clearly unamused with what she had to say. "Well now, if that isn't just the worlds brightest deduction. Yeah I was wanting to speak to her alone because it was a private matter. But...given how tight knit you three seem to be my time was more likely better wasted contacting someone else." He was glad that there wasn't a mind reader around or in existence that he knew of, because the intrusive thoughts that lived in his mind rent free would paint a worlds of pictures.

As he had done countless times before, Demetri rolled his shoulders to pop himself off the frame and began heading towards the Cafeteria waving one hand in the air as to say goodbye. His back was turned to them to show the back of his weathered black denim jacket that had the words 'Introvert' studded into the back across the shoulders. "I'm going to go get some food. Come if you want I don't right care anymore." As he made his way towards the mess hall he began to wonder if Leda could even be trusted. She was a daughter of a messenger God after all so chances that she could spread a rumor in a heartbeat were high. Great another person to watch out for. His meal for today was different than usual, three bowls of pork belly with some xiaolong baos and a glass of fresh soy milk. He made his way to a table and mindlessly picked at his food, wishing for the simpler days when he could just pester Zeke.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Matthew Madigan

Location: The Woods
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Matthew tensed for a moment as Cassiopea had told him not to blame others for his mistakes. His hands had stopped mid wring on Colbys clothing, the water now only droplets that slowly followed the crevices of his hand and dripped onto the ground beneath them. He didn't respond to her, or anyone for that matter. Not wanting this fight to drag on any longer than it already had, and to help save anothers parents in time, Matthew continued to finish off what he was doing before Cass had spoken. His eyes matched Colbys with a certain sadness and intensity. Words spoken low and soft so only the boy with a Cheshire grin could hear him. "Dont give them you're time. We don't have much of it left and need to spend it saving someone rather than mindless bickering.: There was a long pause as if he was thinking of whether or not his next thought should stay hidden away in his mind or spoken out for his friend to hear.

Matthew ofcourse chose the former, not wanting any further confrontation and feeling as though the words wouldn't want to come out in the first place. Dispite the cooler air given off by a lake in a forest, his cheeks were still warm and flushed and his eyes hot from the tears of anger, anxiety, and loss that filled him not moments prior. All that was left in him was a small gasp that found its way out as Tink startled him with her touch. He nodded to her and followed, keeping his pace slow so that he was in the back of thr group, not wanting any prying eyes to follow him or stray arrows and knives to find their way to his person.

The Gifted - Concluded

Maximillian Gray

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Location: Island M the Bermuda triangle.
Skills: ConjurationNew Outfit

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Max opened his eyes as Sunshine worried over him. Worried? No perhaps that wasn't fully right, she worried for her safety and ability to get home. She didn't worry for him. He'd lay there letting moments pass until the fatigue began to fade away slightly. Lifting his legs into the air and using the momentum of their falling to help him sit upright. "Calm down. I'm not falling asleep just yet." His hand shot up as harsh coughs began to wretch their way up his throat and blood splattered against his hand. When the fit had finly stopped he looked towards the blonde mutant usually so fully of disdain and saw a girl looking for hope. Chances were it was the M-pox talking. He stood up and washed his hands in the beach, flicking the water off before muttering a few words as clothing appeared before Sunshine and him. "Get changed or you'll catch a cold." He turned away from where she was and began to undress, putting on a pair of fresh clothes to help keep him warm after the prior events.

As Max began to change, facing the crashing oceans before him, he thought about where they were and wondered how (or if) they would ever get off this island. "So you think we can find a ship or raft in that weird temple? Wouldn't hurt to try I guess." There was a brief pause before hebspoke again, this time his voice was lower, more serious but still with a grave hint of exhaustion pouring over it. "Did Jack say anything to you? Do anything weird?" He let the words hang in the air as he finished getting ready asking Sunshine if she was ready, waiting for her response. Omce she was he turned around coughing again, specks of blood tainting the beautiful sand. "Ok, lets go check those ruins you wanted to see."

Echo

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Location: Mutant Underground
Skills: Self Multiplication, Sound Wave Manipulation

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This situation seemed to be getting better, a calm before the storm Echo thought. He hated agreeing with Magneto. Hated knowing that he was right. They were the villains in this story and it was all Havoks fault. A spoiled apple ruins the bunch, and boy did Summers ruin it. His teeth were gritted, halfway debating on calling the others off and telling them this wasnt their fight. Telling them that if Havok wanted to endager them all for some asinine white knighting then he could deal with the reprocussions on his own. Ofcourse it wasn't his call to make. He had no real power here. Before Harry could speak, before a single syllabul could form in his throat, he felt something press against his back. At first it was difficult to tell, his strings were knotted in the back and pressing against him, then they fell, as if they were cut off by some outside force. Cold metal pressed against his skin and all that followed was the feeling of wetness, and then nothing.

As the back of Harry's shirt began to stain red, the blood following every carefully tailored fiber to the next and creating a rorschach of misery to be on display for all his team to see. He couldn't speak, shock took over and his eyes just stared blankly towards Magneto as he glided past him. Pyro's words barely touched his ears when suddenly his legs had given out. The feeling of metal was gone, the wetness subsided into the shadows, all that was left was the hard thwack of the ground pressed against his chest and cheek as he lay there quivering his lower lip. What just happened? Why did his legs give out...why can't he feel his legs? It was then he began to ask in a broken panic "Why can't I feel my legs? W-why can't I-I-I...why can't I feel my legs. My legs...why...what happened?" it started off soft, barely a whisper, then grew and grew until it was finally a blood curdling yell. No more words, no more questions, just pure upheld panic. The air around them filled with his voice as suddenly bursts of light began to form until a laser was produced and struck the field randomly in various directions. It had happened to Charles, and now it had happened to him. He didn't blame Magneto, but his eyes burned red with anger for Havok.