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Matthew Madigan


Location: Camelot Pub
Skills:







Colby Jackson


Location: Camelot
Skills: pure awkward





Maddie enjoyed the feeling of Colbys strength helping to carry him to the bed. When they had finally reached it Colby just...left him there. He didn't join, he didn't kiss him, he simply meant to check on their cats. Heh their. His face blushed a harsh shade of pink as he laid on his back making grabbed hands towards Colby as if that would somehow call him over regardless of the fact that Colbys back was to him while he checked on Jack and Carroll.

"Hey Colbs, can you come over here real quick? I think I need a little help."

"You're a little drunk." Colby said but was compliant and turned around making his way over to where Maddie lay. "What do you need help with?"

Maddie reached up and wrapped his arms around Colbys neck, pulling him down onto the bed and nestling his head into Colbys chest. He giggled absently as he nestled in and finally let out a soft sigh like a child falling asleep. "Nothing. Just wanted to cuddle for a bit. Feel some human warmth...today sucked."

Colby giggled, which he didn't expect. He enjoyed the cuddle. "Yeah, but it wasn't the worst. You were there."

Maddie hid his smile in Colbys chest. It felt nice, like coming home after a long hard day. That was the nicest thing anyone had said to him. "Thats true." Maddie slid his hand down Colbys arm, finding his hand and interlocking his fingers with Colby. "I wish we could just stay like this" He began to speak softy to himself, in a tired sing songie voice. "You are the reason Im smiling when there is nothing to smile about"
Maximillian Gray

Location: Mutant Underground
Skills: ConjurationNew Outfit




Echo

Location: Mutant UndergroundSkills: .




Max turned on his heel and followed out behind Echo until he reached the doorway. He stopped to think as an idea had rushed into his head. They were always running into danger and the training room was made to test one's skills and push them past their usual boundaries, so it stood to reason soon someone would get hurt. "Give me a moment I want to try something real quick" Max held his hands to his sides and then pushed forwards, attempting to have his magic reach the entirety of the room and turn it into a new infirmary. Stainless steel beds, sink for washing and sanitizing their hands, cabinets full of necessary chemicals and suppiles, and most importantly he focused on travel kits for the field. He thought about a nice vintage Swiss medics bag, full of supplies like magnetic tweezers for pulling out shrapnel, gauze for bleeding, tape, anything he could imagine.

His magic whirled out and only centered itself in the floor before him. The room remained barren but clean, and all he managed to create was a two Fisher Price Swiss Doctors bags. Max let out a nervous chuckle as he watched the items formed. Realizing it hadn't gone how he wanted. Echo interjected as he saw what was transpiring and tried to corral Max off the idea. "Hey, Rome wasn't built in a day and you can't fix this old building in an evening. Let's get back towards the meeting and we can work on this room after the fact ok?" Echo started to walk back towards Callie, only making it two steps in before he noticed he couldn't hear Max following. As he turned to see him, there was an intense concentration on his face, as if he was trying to prove something to someone.

Max rolled his shoulders and shook his arms in an attempt to loosen himself up. There was a quiet exhale that echoed in the empty room. He pushed his magic out again, focusing on changing the items within the bags, as well as the bags, into actual useful items. After a bit of struggling he managed to get a thermometer and syringe to change into their real counterparts. What they could do with that he had no idea, but it was a start. "Man I must be more worn out than I thought. I guess creating an entire new space that wasn't there before and outfitting it with gear is more straining than I gave it credit for." There was a slight hint of defeat to his voice. Like he didn't feel accomplished enough having done the one really good thing.

"Thats a lot of work I imagine. It's not easy doing what you just did, and anyone would be tired after having completed that." Granted Echo had no idea how true that was. He knew little to nothing about the mutants power or how extensive the exhaustion would be for the task. But if anything is said with confidence it can be believed. He began to walk once more, waving for Max to follow along. "Alright I mean it this time, we gotta go." It was hard watching someone fail when they try so hard. Seeing defeat in someone's eyes when they have the potential to be great. Max just needed a little push...but after the meeting.

Max let out a harsh sigh as he walked through the doorframe and mumbled under his breath. "Wanda could create an entire reality and she never got tired." He finally answered with with a whiny tone. "Fiiiine. Not like anyone wants me there anyway but I'll go." As soon as he crossed the threshold Max whipped around and tried one last time in a quick motion. A bag was finally formed, vintage leather, drop out front, beautiful straps, and...Jacks face? Oh his ears burned red with anger and embarrassment as he uttered a single word and flourished his hand lighting the bag ablaze. But the fire wasn't strong enough to burn away the face nor destroy the nag itself.

Echo wanted to remark on what Max had said about Wanda. He didn't know anything about her making a new reality besides what he'd heard. Having no memory of that world of having been apart of it. Though he supposed at the time he was already living his happiest life, so the change would've been minor. However before he had the change to speak up, Max had conjured a bag and then quickly lit it aflame. Panic seared through Echos mind as he raced towards the bag, waving his sleeves at it in an attempt to put out the fire. But the loose fabric only caught into the burning bag and lit his shirt along with it. Echo screamed out in panic as he spastically pulled off his shirt and threw it down as he watched the fabrics burn away. "My Prada..."

Sadly he would have to mourn the loss of such an item later. He ran towards the bag, placing his rollerblade clips on and gripping the bags handle. He skated in a large circle to gain momento and speed as he finally closed in and twirled in the center in the hopes the wind would rush out the fire. The force must've been to strong for thr vintage burned bag as the strap ripped at the hinge and flew directly towards Maxs face. Now Max was face to face with the Jack on the bag, the sound of leather thudding against his nose as it knocked him back and the bag fell to his feet.

Max immediately backed away as he rubbed on his face in pain. "What the hell?! The hurt"

"That could burn the whole building down and we're Underground! I was trying to put it out."



Demetri Rowan Howell

Location: Sewer entrance outside > Fields of Mars
Skills: Shapeshifting




Demetri took to the skies as soon as he felt Marco settle himself on him. His massive wings unfurling as they battered the dirt that was beneath him, making tiny whirlwinds beneath each wing that danced with every flap until he finally pushed off and began his flight. His pupils became small slits that focused on the battle ahead, watching as the Cyclops's fought those they had come to seek aid from. The small diamond shaped pupils became enlarged and black spheres as suddenly Marco began to sing. It was hard to hear at first, the wind bursting through his ears and making it almost impossible until he went into a glide and focused on what it was Marco was saying. He felt his magic weaving into him, the words striking a cord, in a more mystical sense that what Waverly's had done. But one thing rattled on in his mind, Why the Backstreet Boys? Newfound energy and courage coursed through him as he lunged forward and made haste towards the battle. Demetri did all he could to speed himself up, ensuring a sleek body by tucking his arms and legs close to his body as his wings furled in partially and he began a quick descent down to swipe over the enemy. Taking in a good look before circling back and choosing the best course of action on how to attack.

He had wanted to breathe a line of fire at the creatures. Wanting to burn them all to a crisp. But there were too many soldiers near by, too many friends, too many casualties. He passed by one, two, three cyclops's as he debating knocking them over like domino's or grabbing one and dropping it down from an impossible height. Both could end with casualties, and one seemed highly inefficient even by his standards. Finally he saw an opening and decided it was now or never. His chest began to glow a brilliant blue as he breathed in through his nostrils and expanded his diaphragm. His allies seemed to handle to massive brutes without his aid, a swarm of dragons incoming and attack while another form of creatures pestered those bellow. The flames swelled up inside him until he let out a large burst of blue fire towards the first set of dragons, attempting to pull them away from his younger sister and cousin. The flames missed them all, doing nothing gain their ire nor hurt their scales. He huffed out screens of smoke and he concentrated once more and shot out a blast that managed to get one of their attentions. Good that was one less dragon to worry about on his sister. As he flapped his wings he felt the singe of the fire that hit his back, then quickly realizing that his sister wasnt all he had to worry about now. Marco was on his back and he was an easy target for these dragons. "Hey so I love what you're doing here but maybe a different song? Maybe something from the Hercules soundtrack like "Zero to Hero" or "Go the Distance" you know? Oh and let me know if you want down cuz that dragons fighting dirty. Anyways hold on tight!" Demi immediatly flapped his wings and bursted upwards getting above the dragon that blew fire on him.





Kwassi Asokho





Location: Boardwalk
Skills: Photographic Memory : 16



Kwassi nodded as Agent Reed had instructed him on what to do. Waiting for his turn until Agent Bautista had asked for a personal affect of his. He handed her his mask, something he'd been carrying for years now, hoping that his attachment to it and his history with it would allow for her to see his connection and that he wasn't a skrull. Sadly it appeared that she was neither able to clear his name nor name him an enemy, which...was good? It was hard to tell in this situation. Kwassi gave a slightly defeated sigh until she had told him to speak to Raynor and that he would be able to further clear him if needed. Unfortunately upon stepping up, Raynor seemed to have a problem with him already. Sizing him up and talking about being his replacement. It appeared that everyone he was running into today was going to be an ornery dick. Well mostly everyone, Amelia was still as pleasant as she had been the last time they met. Offering her a warm smile as he relaxed slightly to see her face. He couldn't quite place it, but there was something about her presence that made him feel more at ease. "Its wonderful to see you again Amelia. I'm glad that the landing wasn't a short one, your smile and personality were sorely missed since you left."

"Now then I suppose we should get this on our way so that Thor Jr. can clear me and we can move on with our mission against this invasion.' There was a short cough as he cleared his throat, standing at attention by some subconscious measure. "My name is Kwassi Asokho. I am twenty six years old and was born in Wakanda. I am in the Sci-Tech division and am not a Skrull." Hopefully that was enough to get him the clear as he turned to face Agent Bautista. "His wife isn't here. He decided to join us after he crash landed a Skrull ship while we were attacked by a bunch of fake avengers. They took a few more as prisoners and we narrowly got away sadly. Ever since then he has been nothing but a pain in the ass because he thinks he's above suspicion just because he the President and isn't used to have a gun at his head when it isn't for political intrigue."
Maximillian Gray

Location: Mutant Underground
Skills: ConjurationNew Outfit





Max was surprised to hear Doctor Strange call him one of his students. The words catching in his throat with a bit of pride as he read the expressions on Strange's face, becoming tongue-tied. There was a grin that began to eat away at the corner of his lips that he fought to choke down as he didn't want to waste anymore of Doctor Strange's time. "Oh, uh, no Doctor Strange, uh Master, um, Sorry for the interruption but thank you for the book. I'll leave you be now/" Max quickly closed the door behind him, resting his back against the dark wooden door as his breathing quickened while he tried to catch his breath. "He called me his student. Oh my god He called me his student." Excitement bubbled up inside of him as he recalled the feeling of pride he swore he noticed in Strange's face and tone. He wanted to run to his room and begin to read the book on demons, see what this Chthon was, but then he remembered how it was in a mixed language and his shoulders slightly deflated. He closed his eyes, conviction inside of him as he wanted to try and make Doctor Strange proud. Max turned to face the dark wooden door as he opened his eyes and the magic began to swirl more intensely than ever. The powers swirled about his entire body as it began to coalesce into a small orb between his hands and he shot it forward through the closed door. There was a massive eruption as his powers expanded and flowed throughout the Undergrounds building, sweeping through those within the building, stopping short at the walls and never leaving the inside of the compound.

Max could feel his magic working behind the door, strands of magic weaving betwixt each other as they formed the room within his mind into reality. Nervousness filled him to the brim as his hand trembled, the swirls of magic still bending and weaving around him as he reached for the door handle and clicked it open. Inside he saw everything he wanted. A state of the art training room, replicating the one he was able to use back at the Hellfire Club but with a cosmetic change. The walls were all dark wood, mirroring the aesthetic of dark academia which he assumed was what Strange's compound looked like. The walls could open and reveal weapons to use and practice, targeting lasers that would drop down from the ceiling, pop out of the walls and floors, working much in the way of laser tag so that James wouldn't be working overtime. There was a large crystal chandelier in the center that could project holograms of enemies, buildings, or anything that could help them to create realistic fights and simulations. It was in ever sense of the word...perfect. Pride was certainly what he was now feeling as tears began to well up inside of him.

Almost instinctually the magic that spiraled around him and began to create a new outfit for him. As if to tell him that he truly was a student of Doctor Strange, and to be proud of the work that he had just done here. The clothes was a mixture of what he saw Strange wear as well as what Max imagined a student might wear. Changing the color to his go to yellow, similar to his coat he had worn back when he first joined the Mutant Underground. Max wiped the tears that were clinging to his lashes, making his way back out towards the room that he had created the hallway in. He tried to test his luck once more, wanting to create new furnishings for the Mutant Underground, unfortunately all he managed was one set consisting of comforters, sheets, and pillow cases. The magic that had been around him finally fizzled and swept away. "Well...that figures."

Echo

Location: Mutant UndergroundSkills: .




Harry had mainly been focusing on what Waverly would say or how she would react. Trying not to listen in to the conversations that were happening around him. That is until Sunshine had mentioned bringing people back from the dead. Instantly he froze up, his eyes growing slightly as he recalled the day he met Max. The day he offered to resurrect Waverly's mom. It was such a thin line to cross, such a powerful thing to even ask of someone. No one knew how that would play out or what the consequences would be of bringing back someone from the dead. Would they recall their time there? Would they even still be the same? Do they have memories of their death? Most importantly how do they choose who gets to live and who stays dead? He could still hear Max's screams and the look of pain when he found out about his friends passing. He could see the pain in Waverly's eyes clearly in his mind. It wasn't until Waverly got startled and then Callie spoke up that he was able to snap back out of his mind and into the conversation being had. "Yeah...right. That might actually be a better idea. I can't exactly use my powers in that way sadly. Never focused on those waves, its simpler for me to use the other end of the spectrum. Changing things into the Rays you see me use in the field."

He placed a confident hand on Waverly's shoulder as he offered her a reassuring smile. "Im certain if anyone can find what we need in these radio waves it'll be you. Best of luck, really wish that I was able to help more." He let his arm fall to his side as he was about to head towards Max to grab him by Callie's request when suddenly waves of black, pink, blue, and purple particles began to wash over him. Specks of white peppering the air as if a galaxy has just been expanded across him and he immediately felt concern for what just may of happened. Harry didn't like to think of people as fuck ups, but he knew based on stories Max's reputation. If this was any indicator of something bad then it would be really bad based on the size of the blast. "Alright well I think that's my cue to go and grab Max for our planning stage." He ran towards the room that he saw him walk into, seeing nothing having been blown up or on fire. If anything he was confused as to why he was holding a bedset in his arms. [color=E610B8}"Hey kid, we were about to hold a meeting to come up with a plan but uh...what were you doing just now? When did you change clothes?"[/color]

Max looked at Harry a bit startled by the sudden entrance. "Oh, I was just making a training room for us like what I'd mentioned before. Sorry for the spectacle it took a lot of magic to create it and it had to have room to grow as needed." Max placed the sheets onto the floor, giving Harry a twirl as the long strips of fabric flew up and danced around him with the motion. "Like it? I just paid Doctor Strange a visit and he said I was one of his students so I figured wearing the garb was a bit needed. They're surprisingly comfortable." Harry just nodded, glad to see that Max was on their side as the memories came back of what he had done when they first met. "Right, well lets go ahead with the meeting first and then maybe after you can show us this room you built. Im actually real excited to see it."
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Matthew Madigan


Location: Camelot Pub
Skills:





Maddie blushed more as Colby answered him. Ofcourse it was his weight lifting classes, what else would it be? He heard the tell tale sign of the alcohol being poured into his glass as he picked it up and slug it back once more. The warmth that had taken over him was now burning hotter than before, and his cheeks felt practically on fire as his lips went on pins and needles. He took one step behind Colby as he made his way towards their shared room to get the cats. The room reverberated and his vision became unfocused as Matthew tried to recenter himself. Red and the others had arrived now and he wasn't quite sure if they needed to stay or if they were free to go, but as the booze made its way around his system he began to care less and less about what it was that they wanted and more and more about Colby's sudden urge to go get the cats. He took another step, then another, walking right behind Colby as they ascended the stairs towards the rooms and his mind began to race. Maddie was wondering if they were truly going to get the cats, or was this an excuse to step away from it all. Even then was this excuse simply so that they weren't in the same room as those who would think that Rosalias actions were ok? Or was he trying to get Matthew alone with him in privacy?

His cheeks were flushing even more now as his eye's widened and he thought about if Colby would be the kind of guy to ask him up to kiss. He didn't know if he felt the same as him, if he cared the way he did, or if he even viewed him in any way more than simply a friend or acquaintance with a cat. His thoughts enveloped his mind as he tripped on a floorboard and tumbled forward, catching himself on Colby's biceps, why did they have to be so nice? He felt warm, familiar, and safe. He had this scent, something unlike anything he'd ever caught off of another person, a scent he could bottle up for those times he needed reassurance and safety to come to him easily. Matthew realized he had lingered on Colby's back and was still holding his arms. He got off of him and blushed some more as he drunkenly leaned against the wall, looking down and avoiding Colby's gaze. He didn't want to look at his eyes, not right now, not when his mind wasn't right. But he needed to ask, needed to know. "C-Colby. Did you...invite me back up to get away from them or...were you hoping to...get me alone...to...y'know...k-kiss." His face was now beet red with embarrassment, ofcourse that wasn't why he asked him up here, and he had just made a fool of himself by asking.
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