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🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Matthew Madigan

Location: Camelot
Skills: Sleight of Hand

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A small part of Maddy wanted to tell Colby of what he'd done. It seemed his sleight of hand was getting better as no one was the wiser about his involvement in deterring the flames. He now understood the concept of villains revealing what they'd done. Wanting some satisfaction in seeing how another reacted to their antics or deeds as opposed to being swept under a rug and forgotten. The thought of it began to well up inside him, reminding him of his solitude in the Orphanage and being one of the kids to grow out of the system as opposed to being adopted. His smile from earlier began to falter, tears threatening him as he tried to hold it back. It was the smoke, must've been. His thoughts were snapped back to the present as Rosalia began to do what she does best, complain. He rolled his eyes as she practically shouted from the rooftops that it was them who'd set off the fire.

Maddy almost didn't care about Rumple anymore, or his deals because of his infuriating with her voice. As soon as they entered the tavern he whipped around hands at his sides as he confronted her. "W-w-what is wrong with you? J-just drop it ok? Geeze. We c-c-cant fix the past but we can work on the pr-present. I used my magic to subdue the f-f-flames and h-hold them still. So shut u-up before the whole town hears you y-y-y-yabbering!" His heart was beating out of his chest, head feeling light as he confronted her with anxious nerves wracking every inch of him. By the end of his speech he couldn't feel his legs anymore, his knees felt weak as if they could give out any minute much like when a knife was to his throat before. He clearly wasn't one for confrontation but someone had to say it.

The Gifted - Concluded

Maximillian Gray

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Location: Ronald Reagan Airport
Skills: ConjurationNew Outfit

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Max nodded back towards Sunshine as she offered to look around. He knew better than to tell her what to do, even if she did need to take a breath after the days exhausting journeys. There was food scattered about the dining room, some cutlery was scattered across the floor and some objects looked to be severely misplaced or tossed. A pit began to form in his stomach, one he tried to fill with food as he attempted to push his thoughts away. His relaxation came to a halt as soon as Sunshine asked about the blood. He tried swallowing what food was in his mouth but his throat remained closed. Max quickly scarffed down a cold coffee to allow it to pass down as he shakily got up to see what Sunshine was talking about.

The Underground was definitely abandoned, and there was most certainly blood on the floor. Max made a dash towards Havoks room, knowing the idiot had brought home a known enemy for some forsaken reason. The thought clung there for a moment as he recalled that he too was once a known enemy. The pit in his stomach now growing larger. When he'd reached the door, he slowly opened it up to realise the daughter of Magneto was missing. Everyone was. If he hazard to guess..."I don't think it's Jack related. That blonde haired idiot brought home Magnetos daughter the other day. Maybe she woke up? Freaked out that she was in an enemy stronghold and fought her way out? Magneto was no joke when I fought against him...I'm pretty sure his daughter is just as powerful if not close to it. It would explain the mess in the dining room, and the railings all fucked up. That or Colossus accidentally leaned on them." He added that joke in hopes to lighten the mood, but even he didn't feel more chipper.

Echo

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Location: Glitter Factory (Jacks group)
Skills: .

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It took everything in him not to roll his eyes at the man's name. A wave of worry washing over him as the man's message rang through his head. A terrigen bomb massive enough to cover the D.C. area. How many more mutants had to suffer at the hands of extremists like him? How many more had to fall ill or die from this foreign chemical that seemed to target anyone with the X-gene? His heart stiffened and twisted as he thought on all the children back at Xaviers mansion. The kids with no where else to go, those who had visible mutations and couldn't easily fit in to society due to others prejudice. It all made him so sick. The man's words were punctuated by his absence as he swiftly disappeared with the press of a button. It was then that Echo was able to come back to his senses, then that he noticed a child was bleeding next to him. "Oh my god, damn it. Are you ok? I know you said you're fine but are you actually ok? You know what? Barry, help her out if she needs it. No hero acts today. For now I gotta make a phone call."

Harry hated every second of this. Someone either tipped this X-cutioner off or he had a form of contact with the Underground and piped in false information for a trap. Neither option was good, nor was his message of war. Harry's hand fidgeted as he went for his shirt pocket, an old habit from smoking too many times in an effort to relieve stress. When his fingers found no purchase on the familiar carton Harry simply paced in a small space tapping his foot against the floor. The clicking barely audible between all the sounds resonating around them. Finally he took in a deep breath, mustering what strength he had to call in a contact he hadnt spoken to in over 9 years. One hand made its way to his pocket, pulling out his phone and speed dialing his third emergency contact. It simply bore an X as the information. Whilst the phone rang, Harry held it between his shoulder and ear, using his hands to undo his clip on skates and holding them with his left two fingers.

He began to make his way towards the car, the dial tone still ringing as he nervously tapped his fingers on the phone. Debating on of he should hang up or stay on the line. Just before he was able to make that decision the call picked up and there was an unfamiliar voice of a woman. It had been 9 years after all and he was certain this voice wasn't any of the usual suspects. Another concern for him now. "I need to speak to Charles, this is an emergency of epic proportions and it hinges on a time constraint that lasts until midnight tonight." He voice was trembling, the hatred in the robotic man's voice echoing that of the one who murdered his love. He felt like he was a child again, needing to tug on Xaviers pant leg to gain his attention for help. Harry did all he could not to cry as he entered into the vehicle.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Kwassi Asokho

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Location: Quinjet
Skills:

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It appeared that Servals finest did have the ability to see when he put his foot in his mouth. Good. That would mean that his nose wasn't always higher than his eyes. Kwassi was about to comment back to him, acknowledging his statement and opening up a bit more, but then Hawkeye had come on the intercom to announce their first destination. Little had Kwassi known that it was more of a warning than announcement. He had felt better landings jumping from rooftop to rooftop in shoes with no support or suspension. To say it was rough would be putting it too mildly. The Wakandan toppled over and slammed against a wall, immediately going to grab his elbow and biceps as he felt what may be a bruise forming. He didnt dare move until the plane finally stopped and he would stand up and dust himself off.

Long gone was any want to continue his conversation with Agent Reed and The Fly about AIs, their construction, or how they may fit them to help against this new threat. All Kwassi wanted to do was strap in, go off, and head to Hawkeyes secret base or whatever he had planned. "No hard feelings then Mr. Rossi. I hope you and those who go with you stay safe and vigilant." With that, Kwassi sat down, strapped in, and prepared for what was undoubtedly going to be a rough take off.

Of Blood and Magic

Time felt as if it was dragging on between his last breath and when Maddie spoke next. What mustve been seconds felt as if hours had passed by just waiting to see if anyone would take a bite of what he had just said. Salem began to wonder if perhaps having nothing odd would be more suspicious and weird than if something odd had happened. But finally the mage had spoken, taking what he said in stride and counting him lucky for not having had any oddities or mishaps. The muscles in his arms and shoulders subtley began to relax as he felt the tension slip away along with him leaning back into the chair. He listened as Maddie spoke on, catching the stumble she had made and noting it for later, though it hadn't fully surprised him if he was being honest. It appeared as if everyone's partner allowed for a first name basis in private with the exception of Aaron.

Salem's eyes widened a bit as her story began to interest him, the idea that there was a chance to gain more tokens or lose them all sounded risky, yet intriguing for the exam. He wasnt sure how well Victor was at gambling, though he was certain that had they encountered that particular test they surely would've lost it all and had to start from scratch. A feat Amaris almost accomplished from Maddie retelling. Salem wanted to ask more on the subject but what Max said caught him by surprise. Not only were mental mages involved in the exam, but there seems to have been many issues that were either purposely planted to ignite some rage amongst the nobles, or mistakes were made that never should have happened. What ever the case, Ryner now had Eris and Max barking up her tree. Salem couldn't help but wonder if who Max had spoken to was even Ryner, or another illusory clone of her put on by mental magic.

The night had certainly gained more interest, and Salem only wished he had a good cup of tea to sip at as he watched these two boys exchanging passing glances. He'd seen such faces before, not on them ofcourse, but on those he hosted for. Guests would watch each other in even subtler ways, tossing words like javelins and seeing which struck the hardest. It was almost as if he was back home, though this field wasn't his which made it all the more treacherous. Salem couldn't help but wonder if he should ask some questions of his own, see just what strings he could tug on from them without getting tangled in himself. Or should he simply stay silent and let them be, commentate as needed to keep them on track and willingly spilling information without so much as needing a push. As he thought on it he looked off behind Lilie, watching the space as he figured that if Aaron was involved in this he would end it if he could. Watching his mouth more than anything.

As Salem sat and thought back on what had been said, he noticed Aaron had yet to leave a single opening. No loose thread to pull and help unravel what mysteries may lay underneath. He wasnt sure how best to help keep this conversation on track, but one thing stuck out to him that he simply wanted to say. If Aaron sung praise for Maxs proactive solution and the need to go above and beyond what he would do, then how would Varis feel to know a lower mage was more useful or willing to be of use than the bred Starag that he was given. From this single sentence Aaron admitted that Max was more capable of anticipation his partners needs than he was.

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 > Cargo Hold
Skills:

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Demetri wasn't exactly sure how to take what Leda said. She wasn't wrong, he did look different than his usual self, but that was neither a compliment nor an insult just a commentary on the obvious. Ofcourse, as soon as her attention shifted back to Kiera it clicked in his head that not only was he barking up the wrong tree, he was also interrupting what bit of alone time those two love birds had planned. Without so much as saying another word Demi slipped out of the room and made his way towards the upper decks to finish getting strapped in and ready. He wasnt exactly sure how this would all go down, nor was he even certain as to why they were fighting in this battle, but as he thought on it his mind drifted to all those they've lost and his pensive smile turned into a darkened scowl. Right, he fought to keep those he loved alive, not to give himself any betterment.

The ship touched down and the call to disembark rattled him out of his mind and back onto the field. It was odd seeing the welcome from New Rome in comparison to what he had received back at Camp Half-Blood. Their stances were ridged, and feet locked in tight. Even their faces showed very little as he watched them from above. Those surrounding the two women seemed to be some form of infantry, or security, while the two before them had critical eyes as they awaited their decent. The differences were staggering and Demi wondered if they ever could get along for more than just aid. Nevertheless he brushed it all away and made his way down the ladder, listening as they asked them to follow behind to gather more intel from some fancy place. "Pleasure to meet you both, Demetri Howell. If its all the same to you, do you mind if I'm escorted towards your soldiers, legions, I'm not sure what you call em, but if I could help in setting up defenses or anything of that line...I'm not much great with standing around and listening."

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Matthew Madigan

Location: Camelot
Skills: Sleight of Hand

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Seeing that Cheshire grin plastered on Colbys face made Maddys heart light up with joy. It brought a warmth to him with a flutter of wings that rose up and made his cheeks blush pink. The mood lowering as Colby spike about Rumple. It gave Matthew pause as he tried to run through his mind what dangers this character could possibly posses, and when he had none he ended up having to speak up. "I'm sorry but what dangers can a man who weaves gold have? He doesn't sound that sinister compared to a few others out there." The idea of him being the right hand man made sense, an infinite amount of gold at one's disposal did make it easier to conquer and ploy as money no longer became an expense but...that wasn't a reason to fear him was it?

Warmth began to take the air as the fires grew larger and sparked from stall to stall. Matthew wrung the bottom of his shirt as nerves wracked him. This was exactly what they didn't want to happen, and now the others were just moving away as if these peoples lives didn't matter. He looked towards them then back towards the flames nervously as they spread. In a final moment of desperation his hands moved in a practiced silence of a stage magician. All nervousness escaping him as the lives of other took presidence and he deftly cast a spell. It felt like he was walking against strong winds, a force pushing back against him as he manipulated the flames to crawl back onto the stables and contained the fire there. The animals could survive with a stable for the time, but these residents may not be able to survive without their shops. Once he felt the fire contained withing the stables rooftops Matthew gave a twist of his hand to try and lock it there as he turned the corner and followed behind Gretel and the others.

The Gifted - Concluded

Maximillian Gray

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Location: Ronald Reagan Airport
Skills: Sending ConjurationNew Outfit

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Max laid there on the floor, Sunshines words echoing in his mind. You're not useless. It didn't matter that she tried to cover up her statement by amending it. She had paid him a compliment, and for the longest time they hadn't fought for a while. The words she spoke echoed how some at the Hellfire Club viewed him. His powers were useful even if he himself couldn't control them. Max closed his eyes as visions of House of M flooded his mind. How he was able to single handedly rescue The President and how he was able to help fight against the powers of the world and bring it back to what it should be. He wasn't useless, and he needed to help figure out what happened to the missing Mutant Underground. His eyes opened, he took in a deep breath, and sat up off the cold floor.

"Jack may be a lot of things, be able to take down the Underground solo isn't one of them." He thought about the best course of action and then remembered that he managed to grab a spellbook from that awful place. Rummaging through his bag, Max found the leather tome and opened it up flipping through the pages. He hoped to find something that made sense, that could help him perfect the sending spell he had tried before. Until then it was very hit or miss, but perhaps this would open a window on how to better perform it. He finally landed on a spell similar to what he had been doing. "I think I found something of use in here, gonna try and send off a message to them see if someone can tell me where they are." He sat there and followed the instructions as closely as he could but as he went to finish the spell nothing happened.

Max sat there puzzled, staring at the book and pouring over the words and gestures again. Following it in his mind several times over before trying it once more. He felt a sort of tug coming from inside. Faint particles floating about his hand as they do when he uses his powers, and then...a wave of exhaustion as the spell failed once more. The strain from jumping twice in a row and so far was starting to show. His powers refused to work along with the toll. He need rest, and possibly food. He laid back down in frustration as he stared at the ceiling. "I can see it in you too. That last jump...it took a lot out of us. Maybe we can eat and get some strength before I try to contact them again. Just gotta be a bit patient...I'm sorry."

Echo

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Location: Glitter Factory (Jacks group)
Skills: Laser Light Show, Hand to Hand Combat, Flexibility, Rollerskating Combat, Self-Multiplication.

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Harry wanted nothing more than to tell Casper to just SHUT UP. The man's penchant for rambling even at the most dirr of times was proving to be a problem as the more that he spoke the more likely he would distract from the man throwing daggers in a hooded cloak. Before he was able to say anything though, his voice was drowned out by the sound of a gunshot. His eyes going wide as he saw the red stains beginning to form on Caspers chest and then James trying frantically to heal him to no avail. It wasn't until Callie's sparks helped cauterize the wound that Harry was able to snap back into place and follow up on James's orders to detain the man. As much as he hated to say it, he was right. That man was valuable and they needed his intel.

Harry watched as Waverly expertly disarmed the man, turning the soundwaves against him and leaving an opening for the others. "Get him to safety, we can take care of this hooded jerk." Echo grabbed hold of the blasts Waves was creating, tweaking a few to create a barrage of lasers that landed on their target. Echo clipped on his skates and looked up only to see the man still standing and fury beginning to rise inside himself. Echo quickly skated up towards the man, spin kicking him in the balls in hopes that the pain would be enough but the man still stood. In pain and keeled over, but still conscious. He wasnt sure how well equipped the hooded man was and so as a last resort Harry split himself into two in order to confuse the man and give Harry more of a fighting chance. "How did you know we'd be here?"

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Kwassi Asokho

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Location: Quinjet
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Regardless of whether or not Mr. Rossi felt well equipped to handle Stark tech, meant nothing to Kwassi. The man may not have high enough ambitions to tackle even attempting to merge or utilize Starks technology, but Kwassi didn't have such apprehensions. After all, Stark did well and good but Wakandan tech still seemed to be miles ahead in his opinion. He decided not to afford him an answer, ignoring what the playboy had to say all together and moving on towards Bonnie who had come in with a kit at hand. "Thank you Agent Chase, but really I'm more than fine. A minor electrical pulse and nothing more I assure you. I suffered far greater blows from our fight earlier than I did with this thing. I can still feel that right hook of yours." Kwassi offered her a reassuring smile before moving his attention of to Agent Reed. He wasn't sure how apt she was in the tech field so he chose his words carefully.

"I am capable of building my own AI yes. But that takes time, patience, and rigourous testing, trials, errors, and debugging that we simply don't have time for. That is why I opted to grab the one I had seen. Given that it was one of Starks it would be more stable and reliable than a fresh AI hardly started in its stages. Though I suppose if we make it out of here alive, then I'll begin work on building one back at S.H.I.E.L.D. ...Granted we find the True Director. " Breacher was as friendly as ever, making Kwassi glad to have met his acquaintance even given the circumstances. The man seemed to know what to stand for, and had a more focused head on his shoulders than others here.

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 > Cargo Hold
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Demetri wasn't one to be overjoyed by the idea of combat, but at this point in time it was something to take his mind off of Zeke. Perhaps he would find some hot Roman guy in battle, have a little fling with him and go on his merry way after the dust had settled and the two camps had no longer needed each other. But still, he gave his best plainfaced sarcastic reply with the hint of excitement hiding behind his words. "Oh joy! Another battle and this time we can at least prepare for it. Leda, mind giving me the debts on what it is we will be fighting while we armor up? Oh, or Kiera, either one since you two seemed to be in the whole call." He gave them both a cheeky smile and made his way down into the Cargo Hold where the gear was set. Demi wasn't sure what he expected but he supposed it was better gear than what they typically wore at camp. Something a bit more...modern? But this would do just fine he figured.

Demetri walked up towards one of the sets of Armor, holding it up to his body and shifting up a size slightly. "No" He placed the set back and walked up to another that was his usual size, shaking his head again as he went up to a larger more muscular and toned looking size. Perfect, this should help make a few heads turn. He shifted once more, gaining golden locks of hair, allowing for his brown eyes to take a more mature tone as his skin gained some color to it with a lovely golden hue. He hadn't caught the irony of it, but his figure looked much like a depiction of Apollo, Zeke's father. Demi tried his best to place on the armor, missing some straps here and there as he finished up and gave it a slow turn. "Well? How do I look? Pretty good huh? Though I think I'll need some help strapping in. Think I might skip thr helmet, show off this curly tufts. That and I'm not sure how well it'll stay on so best not to blind myself ya know?"

Of Blood and Magic

Salem hadn't really had much to offer to the conversation when it had come to their affinity teachers. His professor seemed straight forward and for the most part Salem concentrated on his work more so than whatever it was that his professor was doing. Being in the greenhouse, the scent of freshly wet soil in the air intertwining with the aroma of the flowers grown by students and professors alike, brought a sort of peace and focus to him. It was a familiarity he knew and one that would help him drowned out the world around him. When he was in there, he was the only one. No others existed and all his problems seemed to melt away, that is until the session was over and reality came flooding back. And so he sat there quietly, content with listening to the others speak as he kept a pleasent smile about him.

Sadly it appeared that not much more could be said on the matter. Even Max could only complain for so long about thr institution especially when a new topic to rip it apart presented itself. As soon as Maddie had asked about the practical exam, Salem’s smile faltered for just a moment. His eyes trailing over towards Lilie's face as he imagined the mage that Victor had killed. Watching her sit there, silently, knowing then that at that very moment Victor was viewing his mother the day they were poisoned. Salem dropped his gaze towards the glass of water that Lilie held, almost as if it were a sheild to keep her nerves at bay. Hisbmind wandered back to the thoughts of if Aaron, or even Varis, was capable enough to poison him within their own home on school grounds. His guards went up once more and any fun he may have been having was sapped away.

He listened to everyone's chatter. The noise slightly muffled by the sound of his heart beating loudly in his ears. Then just for a moment, it all went silent. A slight ringing took hold of his hearing only to dissipate as Lilie finished her last sentence, giving him little time to garner a smile and trudge through the rest of the night. "Can't say my experiences were anywhere near as dramatic. Honeslty it felt fairly straight forward with Count Astorio's help, working together as a team. We didn't come by some odd form of magic but if anything it allowed me to open up my mind to newer possibilities on how best to implement my own magic and showed me that there are levels to Plant magic even I hadn't conceived yet. Luckily we didn't have to kiss, and I'm not sure how I would've reacted to being trapped beneath water awaiting for Count Astorio to rescue me, though he'd no doubt just carry the whole box out with me in it."