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James & Max & Echo


Location: The Sewers
Skills:MagicSoundnWaveManipulation




James' response died as Ben flicked out and the metal arch groaned ominously beneath the weight of the ceiling. Healing Veil already had him stretched thin, already purposely ignoring the faint tremble of overexertion in his legs as he pushed himself up, and the threat of further collapse made him feel nauseous. It took a few moments for his brain to recover from the flash of fight or flight mode and he sent Casper what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “You did great, sweetheart. Thank you.” He chose to focus on that for now rather than Veil’s question because he was struggling to put a thought together past the overwhelming need to run.

He cast a calculating eye over the rubble ahead of them. The original plan was out the window. Without Ben, they couldn’t reach the original areas James planned to use to ease the pressure of the trapped group. They would just have to do what they could to build a relatively sound opening further in before… No, James couldn't focus on the cracks in the ceiling or the creaking of the metal right now. They were counting on him to find a way out of this shit and he'd fuckong do that.

Max's smile didn't last long as he watched Ben flicker out of existence causing the metallic supports he had created moments ago to begin to groan and creak from the immense amount of pressure now placed on them. His hands twitched, as if about to cast a spell, wanting to reactively save the situation by creating support beams to help distribute the weight. But Max stopped himself, remembering that James told him not to be so reactive. He waited for James to finish his calculations and would help as needed.

"Okay, so this is going to take a little more work but it's the best available option." James said after a deep breath in some vain attempt to calm himself. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. "We're going to, um… Waves, Echo you guys are going to have to double down on this vibrations. We're about to make a lot. Max, I need little section of this area in front of me gone. Little by little, not the massive attempt you made earlier. Casper if you can get Ben back after you regain your breath, he can help move rubble. If not, don't worry about it." James explained. [color=mediumspringreen] "We can't avoid disrupting stuff at this point so Veil, you're going to need to put up a dome or an umbrella of some sort so the falling rubble slides around the space that opens up. The bigger the better but if they gotta crawl, they gotta crawl. Jack and Callie, be on stand by. You two are in charge of extraction. As soon as Veil confirms her shields are steady, you guys go in and get the injuries parties out."[/color]

"You got it." Max had to hold himself back once more, having wanted to remove the rubble all at once like before until James specified that it had to be done over time. He began to glance over the fallen debris and it was as of his other self was with him now. Suddenly memories of expeditious retreats, and forgotten digs now rushed into his mind as he looked on with a more critical gaze and watched for the best way to remove the blockage. All signs pointed to his earlier thought, finding a way to combine the two.

Echo watched Waverly, seeing as the strain she was bearing was beginning to lift and shift to a manageable weight as they split the load between them. There was sweat forming in the creases of her forehead as she concentrated on what it is they were doing. Such conviction in her eyes that it sent a pang through Harrys heart, a reminder of two things. As he looked about watching how everyone was working together, in unison free of bickering or infighting, all for a common cause; he could see why his sister left. Why she chose this life and why it was so important to her.

This was something worth saving, worth keeping. The other reminder however came from a mournful place. There were two very strong women in his life, Veil, and his late fiancé. The conviction he saw in Waverlys eyes was much the same he saw in hers. The way she would get and the crinkle of her nose. Waverly’s purple hair almost seemed to blurr and meld in Harrys mind with her eyes. Showing the same colored hue she had. Those beautiful violet eyes.

He closed his eyes, listening as Waverly took a breathe and he matched his with her. Pressing forth and offering enough strength for he and Fae combined. His powers held, and the vibrations stayed as they were, just enough to keep them stable without hitting zero. "Ceilings kept stable. You're clear to start excavating."

"Actually...I may have a better way, something...a thought or memory gnawing at the back of my mind from another life. I'm gonna just…" His voice was distant, almost as if he was speaking only to himself, thinking aloud as his hands stretched out before him and his magic instinctually flowed out from him. It was as if he was back in that world, that reality, where words needn't be spoken and it all felt so much more innate. The cosmic tendrils seeped into the rubble before them, changing their color to match his magic and then having them slowly change as they flowed up and made braces for the arches made before.

As the structures became more reinforced, the groaning began to stop. The pathway before them now cleared for Jack and Callie or whoever, to go on through. Sapphire and the rest were now freed from the cave-in, the snow show visible to all with Havok comforting them and Andy on the phone. "There's a portal back to the MU behind me, go, fast."

Demetri Rowan Howell

Location: Fields of Mars
Skills: Shapeshifting




As Demetri fought the harpies with tooth and claws, flames and tail, the watched as the sky was lit up not by Greek fire bit by signal flares. Nancy had run off during the commotion, no where to be found within the fields of Mars and suddenly the back lines were beginning to retreat while the front kept guard to allow those to safety. The Argo III had landed into a clearing and hordes of monsters came barreling towards them all as soldiers retreated up the ropes and to the safety of the ships defenses. Demetri had decided to help keep the monsters at bay to allow more to gain cover. He flew over the enemies before the Argo and rained down fire of his own. A massive wall of flames keeping the beasts at bay as he swept down and grabbed legionaires, plopping six aboard the ship in total with several passings.

Once the last of them had been dropped gingerly aboard the deck, Demetris endurance began to wane, having taken his new form for far longer than anticipated. His draconian Visage dropped and his body tumbled and rolled against the deck of the ship, stopping finally on his back as his right hand rest over his stomach while his left was pressed against his forehead. Exhaustion was taking him, the pain of his eye helping to drain him and strain his body even more as he lay there and groaned in pain. "Ive...gotta get up...gotta...gotta help Waverly....and Marco...and Em..." He couldn't find the strength to rise just yet, needing a moment to rest or some godly food to help regain some.



Kwassi Asokho





Location: Batron Homestead
Skills: Photographic Memory : 16



Kwassi hadn't bothered trying to fight for a bed. Those who needed it most were the injured, and pregnant. He had spent many nights in rough terrain or a cold stone ground laying in wait for his prey, and this was not much different. When they had arrived he wasn't one of the many who went straight to bed. There was a lot to process there, so much had happened and so he did what he knew best to clear his head. Kwassi stood outside in the cold night air, taking in the expanse of the sky, the stars that shone with such brilliance that he began to wonder why he ever stayed in the city. The air smelled crisp and clear and it hadn't a trace of pollution or smog. He just stood there arms spread apart as he let the breeze blow past him and his shirt ruffled with a light sound of flapping. Kwassi took in a long slow breathe, his chest expanding as he held it in and then slowly breathed it out.

He grabbed a hold of his escrima and began moving through the motions. Practicing his basics and fundamentals, the things people tended to forget in place for fancier moves, the things that he could use to trip someone up because they get too cocky. As he continued to fight the air, he worked on using his sticks expandable properties, extending it at the right times to get the most out of his momentum while also adding more bang to his punch. In reality he would be training to fight someone, something, but tonight it was just motions used to clear his head. After some time had passed he finally headed off inside, rinsing off in the shower before making his way into one of the rooms and taking a seat in the corner of a wall. He laid his back against the flat of the wall, resting his head and shoulder against another as he sat criss cross and allowed himself to fall asleep with his weapon in his hand.

Morning came abruptly it seemed, as Hawkeye shouted for them all to get up. Kwassi wasn't one to drag about especially when there wasn't a Starbucks nearby to make him late. So he stood up, feeling the aching effects of having slept on a floor and stretching himself out as he felt the soreness begin to leave his muscles. He made his way downstairs to see the oddest, or coolest, breakfast he had had the pleasure to see. Kwassi went to grab a bowl of cereal as well, stopping before T'challa as he placed a hand on his chest. "My king." He pressed forward, grabbing his bowl and standing off to the side as he ate his food.



Matthew Madigan


Location: Pub Room
Skills:







Colby Jackson


Location: Camelot
Skills:





Maddie's gaze wouldn't let go of Colby, making sure that he looked OK through the haze of fluttering wings and fallen feathers as the crows stormed about the room frantically. If ever there was a truth to a group of crows being a murder it was now. He watched as Colby snagged some birds into a sac, thinking about how much of a fool he must've appeared to be for trying to grab and then use a crow as a weapon. Distracted by the chaos around him Maddie didn't realize the crow turning its neck until he felt the sharp sting on his hand and he let go, waving it to his side in an attempt to shake off the stinging sensation.

"Ouch!" Matthew cried out as he turned on his heel in an attempt to grab something near him to capture the crows. But as he began to spin there was a lurching feeling in his stomach and then the sound of flapping wings was dulled. Matthew lost his balance, falling over and into the arms of Colby almost launching them towards the wall.

Colby blinked startled as he was suddenly in the hallway. ”Thank you Merlin.” He helped Matthew get his balance. Jack, the now annoyed cat jumped onto his shoulder meowing. ”You okay?” He asked Matthew, sort of dusting him off like that would help.

Matthew felt himself get righted by his friend. Colby's hands both carefully, yet firmly, keeping him steady. He looked up with blushed cheeks and wide eyes at Colby before his face was tilted downwards in embarrassment. It was strange, yet welcome, change to see him be so openly affectionate and caring. "I-I-I'm fine. Just a few scratches. Are you ok?" He spoke softly as if they were the only two people in the hall.

”Yeah I’ve got both my eyes still. I’ll have to clean up face, maybe get a couple scars.” Colby shrugged trying to sound cool. ”Wonder what is up with those birds and why they attacked.” He listened at the door listening to the cacophony on the other side.

Matthew traced a finger underneath one of the cuts, being careful not to touch it or hurt him. "Heh. That would be kinda cool." There was a short pause as he looked into his eyes. "You'd look really good with scars, but don't go looking for them ok?" His eyes shifted back to his hand, watching as blood trickled his hand.

”I wasn’t. The birds broke into our room.” Colby said a little defensively. But more upset about their game of Go Fish getting disturbed. He did grin his little crooked grin.

There was that grin again. It drove Maddie wild everytime that he saw it. He hardly noticed the irritation in Colbys voice, too enchanted by the crook of his lips and the way they invited him in. The sound of pelting crows echoed behind them and just reminded Maddie how dangerous this adventure was going to be.

In a little over a day they had escaped guards by villains watch, stood against Maleficent, saved a prisoner, fought skeletons, and now were being attacked by crows during what was otherwise a nice evening. The alcohol's intoxication had worn off, overtaken by the adrenaline and the feeling that Colby made him feel. A new form of intoxication. Maddie moved his hand behind Colbys head and leaned in for a kiss, planting his lips against theirs in a spur of the moment feeling. If life would be this difficult for them then perhaps he should act now before there was no time left to act...or worse, no one to act with.

Colby was startled, but the kiss was nice. He sank into it. Kissing back and pulling Maddie. It wasn’t a clean kiss, nor was his best. But it was his first kiss with Maddie and that was what mattered. He didn’t want to pull away. Didn’t want it to stop.

Maddie wasn't sure what sort of reaction he was expecting to get from Colby, but this was a welcome one. As he felt himself get pulled in closer and felt Colby kissing back, his lips parted ever so slightly as he gasped at the new development in shock. He practically melted into Colby’s arms, allowing his hand to lower down to Colbys lower back, relaxing more as he leaned into it. He didn't want this moment to stop, didn't want it to ever end, but there were crows bashing into a door and the sounds of battle nearby.

He separated from Colby slowly, resting his forehead against him. His voice remained soft, calm, collected, as he spoke like a guy with determination. "Merlin, why would a bunch of Crows attack my lovely evening?" e.”[/color] Maddie had completely forgotten about why they went upstairs, pushing away any memory of the fight earlier as his mind swam with thoughts of Colby and his stomach fluttered with butterflies.

Colby was sad that the kiss ended, but it had been bliss while it lasted. His face was red though as he stepped away from it. Knowing that Layla and Merlin had seen that. ”Uh, yeah...why did they attack do you know?”

James & Max & Echo & Callie
&Casper


Location: The Sewers
Skills:ConjurationHealing FactorSummoning: Ben




There was a chord of fear struck inside of Max. He had gone such a long way from his beginnings here at the Mutant Underground, and in a single spell he managed to mess up and get them separated again. There was a subdued panic bouncing inside his chest as his eyes darted from rubble to rubble and above them in search for an answer on how to fix this mess. That's when Ben said something that hadnt crossed Max’s mind. James was an engineer He would know where best to place supports, where they can and can't excavate, granted that usually took something they didn't have, time.

Max pushed back at the negative feelings, focusing on the here and now and how best he could be of aid. "James, you're at the helm here. Tell what to do and I can do it. I can try to build a concrete arch to help stabilize a small section just gotta know where." He wanted to do more, wanted to simply recreate the streets above them in hopes it would fix the situation but he didn't know if it could.

Saying James was out of his depth was a massive fucking understatement. Sure, he did have two engineering degrees and sure, he’d studied plenty of the necessary mathematical applications behind determining how this massive pile of bullshit would tumble down and kill everyone but frankly, even his worst nightmares hadn’t conjured up such a scenario. He studied mechanical and electrical engineering, not whatever horrible fuck shit this was. James could feel his hands shaking and he stuffed them in his pockets as he tried to concentrate, considering all the options.

Preferably, he’d love to get some equipment and the city blueprints to understand exactly how the rest of the street would be affected. Pull in some nice steel support beams and the machines that inflated massive bags to help lift objects off but the time it would take… No, no. He needed to make a priority list instead of dreaming about all the really helpful things he could use. He took a deep breath.

Priority one was stabilizing the ceiling. James wasn’t sure how long Casper could hold Ben out, how long BEn could hold an entire street, or how long Waverly could keep focused on keeping everything from falling apart so they needed another option. Plus, that would free Ben and Waverly to assist down below. They could focus on holding a section of rubble rather than everything and they could create controlled avalanches at the very worst.

Priority two was Veil. They needed her shields. If James wanted to slide rubble like that, Veil’s shields would make that 100% safer. Of course, that would depend if he could get her on her feet but he’d focus on that later. Priority three was evacing the rest of the team, hopefully using the group to safely open at least a crawl space for everyone to come out of.

But if that didn’t work…
James saw Plan B. He did not like Plan B. There was a large piece that looked safe enough to move and if someone lifted him, he could probably slip in to join Veil and Jack, get her up from inside, and use her shields to safely push a section off of them. Just thinking about it made James feel lightheaded and his throat threaten to shut but it wasn’t something he had to do now. It was just an option.

Why was Plan B always Plan Bad?

“Okay, here’s my plan. Max, if you can, make an arch that follows Ben’s tentacles. He’s covered all the major stress points and if you can support at least two thirds of them, the ceiling should hold for now. After that, we’ll use Ben and Waverly to stabilize this section of rubble and Callie, Harry, and I will create the opening. I’ll get Veil up and then we’ll use Ben and Waverly to stabilize sections as we go while the rest of us use Veil’s shields to create controlled collapses to create a window to the rest of the team. I’ll have to recalculate what we can move everytime we remove a section so only touch exactly what I say.” James explained, stressing the last point. This was such a delicate operation that literally one misstep would end everything.

“Max, the portal is priority one for you. If you are going to lose the portal, don’t do anything else. We can fashion some temporary supports from the furniture and stuff if we need to but we have to be able to get back to do that. Honey, if you think you’re going to lose Ben, tell me so we can get everything rearriagned okay? You’re doing great and I’m so fucking proud of you.” He nodded to himself and then gave Max a thumbs up.

“Okay, Max. Do your stuff.” James said, giving him the go ahead.

Max stood back, watching as James went to work. Anxiety creeping up inside of him with every moment that passed by in the silence. He could hear the slight shift of the rubble, the slips of sand that slithered between each crevice, and the sound of the world above them. His eyes were beginning to go wide until James finally spoke and snapped him back to the present, finally giving him an order at what he could do.

He gave James a nod before holding his hands out before him, left arm outstretched as the right was held half-way back. "Here goes something...I hope." Max muttered under his breath. His magic flowed around his forearms, spindling out and following the paths of Ben's tentacles. Each branch of magic transforming and creating a steel archway to help brace the structures above and keep the ceiling from collapsing any further.

James watched as metal sprouted from Max’s magic, giving an appreciative whistle as metal shimmered into existence. When Max’s powers went right, they were absolutely stunning. “Good job Max. Ben, Waves, we’re going to focus on excavating the area we last saw Veil. Ben, support everything above this section here as best you can.” James pointed out a five foot square at the base of the rubble. “Waves, keep suppressing the vibrations. Every little bit counts here. If you can focus on the rubble here rather than what is up above, that’d be even more helpful. Once those two have gotten into position, Harry, Callie, we’re on debris duty.”

Callie stood there as she watched James taking lead on the whole situation which was a good thing, she didn really have an idea what to actually do. If something ever did happen to her, Sapphire or James she could possibly see him running the Underground. She hoped that Veil was okay, so far Casper didn’t say that she was dead which was a good thing as well too. “Sounds good to me, just tell me when to do it.” Callie said to James.

”Oh, you know me babe, I can keep him up all night without blowing this load,” Casper said cheekily, to Ben’s immediate disgust. Despite his talk and swagger, Casper really was doing a decent job of tapping into a power he could barely control. Every limb of his body was shaking from the strain and his eyes were glowing brightly enough to have been suitable decor for a rave, but he was doing it!

”Casper, now is not the time!” Ben scolded, before moving his tentacles slowly and methodically. He kept some behind to brace the area they already had been out of anxiety and fear, whereas the majority shifted to where James had directed him. He did so with ease, making it look like the carefree act of some eldritch god - and not at all the death defying struggle they were focused on.

”Ben, stop bullying me for my amazing sense of humor!” Casper whined.

Harry’s panic hadn't subsided any until Jack had called out that his sister was fine. Caspers lack of speech on the subject confirmed her life was stable...for now. James had begun to take charge, everyone was moving in a fluid motion as if he was composing a symphony for the rescue, each note playing perfectly. Harry began to push away the sounds of everyone around him, focusing on Waverly, focusing on the music that played in her heart and feeling the vibrations she was pushing out in order to match and nullify the ones above.

He matched her pitch with ease, finding the momentum he needed in order to move himself from the light spectrum over towards sound. There was already a lot of help coming from Waverly’s end, Harry filling in the gaps to reduce the vibrations down so there was nothing more than what they needed to keep the structure from reaching absolute zero. "Ready when you need me James."

James chuckled at Casper’s joke with a fond shake of his head, some of the tension leaving him. Trust his boyfriend to make light in a life or death situation. He gave a sigh of relief as everyone moved and everything held. Hopefully, it would all stay like that. James waited until everyone stilled again, pausing to eye the new stress spots, and nodded. This should work just like he planned.

“Good job guys. You all make this look easy.” James laughed, stepping forward to the spot he’d pointed out before. “Once we get Veil and Jack out, we’re two-thirds of the way there. Callie and Harry, let’s get moving.” With Callie and Harry digging their way through with him, they managed to get Veil and Jack uncovered. It took longer than he liked but slow and steady kept people alive. James stepped into the pocket around the pair and knelt down. James reached out and focused, fighting through the initial wave of dizziness, as he managed to get Veil healed. Everything in him protested the decision, his little ten minute nap nowhere near enough for James to have recuperated, but James gritted his teeth and powered through it. Hopefully, most of the others were still okay too.

Demetri Rowan Howell

Location: Fields of Mars
Skills: Shapeshifting




This was nothing like what Demetri had expected this fight to be. Up until now their fights seemed to be relatively quick, painless, and to some extent heroic. But this...this was outright war. He kept his bad eye closed, helping to soothe the stinging pain that came from it as he looked around the fields of Mars. There were cyclops throwing boulders at their weapons, an eruption of gryphons and harpies flying onto the scene, and in the far distance he could see more of their army arriving. He had promised Waverly he'd make quick work of this, thinking about how she was still locked in the Labrynth alone and in distressed danger. Demetri began to panic unable to think of what to do next, handle the harpies? The gryphons? Maybe attack the Cyclops that were destroying their weapons. All that went out the window when he saw Jason and Nancy get picked up by some Harpies. Those blasted demonic creatures again.

He thought back to how they were dropping off their legions and breaking their legs from far off heights, and although they were tough Demi didn't think Nancy or Jason could survive a fall from that height without serious damage. Demetri folded in his wings diving down before unfurling them and gliding towards them in an attempt to grab them. Nancy's captor dodged him easily as he missed Jason's completely. Damn it, he needed to pay more attention. This time he faked out Nancy's captor, succeeding as he grabbed her within his claws and pulled her away from the Harpie. "There's more coming from afar, we need a better plan than to just fight." Demi swooped down, having missed Jason's captor again, dropping off Nancy on the ground to safety before he flew back up a few feet and laid in wait. He stared down the harpie, waiting for them to make a move when suddenly they dropped Jason. Demetri bolted towards the landward ginger, grabbing him at the right moment as he circled back in the air and dropped him off next to Nancy. Demetri flew back up to stare the Harpies down. "Pick on someone you're own height you deformed chickens"



Matthew Madigan


Location: Pub Room
Skills:





Matthew sat crisscross on the floor looking down at his hand, then back up towards Colby, then back to his hand as he let out a disgruntled sigh and grabbed three Ace's from within them, placing them on the floor and sliding it towards Colby. He glanced behind him to see if there was a mirror or reflective item and saw nothing to his chagrin. "Lucky guess. Alright well its still your turn." There was a hint of agitation in his voice, though it was mostly playful as his piles or books of cards were far less in number than Cobly's. But before the game could come to an end there began to appear a tapping at their window. Maddie slowly lowering his cards face down as he got up from the floor to get a better look. Outside there was a murder of crows swarming the air, as he took a step closer to investigate what had them all in a tizzy, one of the crows slammed into the window frightening him as he jumped back clutching non-existent pearls. He leaned forwards once more only to be met with a second bird colliding into the window until finally a fourth broke through and began an onslaught of pecking and flapping about. Instantly they flocked towards Colby clawing and pecking at him and as Matthew neared to help the began to tug at his hair and attack. He heard their bedroom door open but he could hardly see who it was as the birds surrounded him forcing him to keeep his head down so they couldn't get to his eyes.

Matthew made his way closer to Colby, reaching out and snagging one of the birds that was attacking him and then began to frantically wave it around trying to bat the other crows away. He missed every mark, not really aiming or using strategy so much as getting lost within the confusion of the scenario. As he held the bird he considered dropping a ball of fire on them, but knew it would do more harm then good. Between Carroll and Jack, the rando that joined them, and Colby, there was too much to risk if the room had caught ablaze. Maddie decided that it was an idea for a mad-man, and given his father was the Hatter it would make sense to use it. However there was a more improbable and nonsensical answer to this chaos and it wasn't a fire, but to fight birds with birds. So Matthew choked his grip onto the bird he was holding, making sure it was beak out, and then jabbed forward as he watched a crow fly towards Colby. There was resistance, then a cushioning feeling as he looked and saw his makeshift dagger had found purchase onto the bird. "Im sorry Im sorry Im sorry Im sorry" he began to cry out as tears formed near his eyes. He had never harmed an animal before and this was breaking his heart causing a very sobering situation.


The silence from outside and the quiet snow was broken by the Whistling sound of a kettle. Salem's alarm telling him he needed to get up. He reached one arm over his head, placing the back of his hand onto his forehead as he opened up one eye and let out a small yawn, smacking his lips twice before finally deciding to shimmy up the mattress a little so that his head rested on the darkwooden headboard. The back of his hand glided downwards as he wiped away a stray bead that had formed in the corner of his eye, finally turning to his side and lifting the kettle off of the contraption and placing it onto a leather coaster. Despite the few heat lamps he had scattered about the room, decorated as vintage oil lamps and hung from the ceiling or placed on the floor and desk, the room still felt the bite of cold that was pervasive outside. Salem slid out of bed, his bare feet finding purchase on the cold wooden floors, a jolt to help wake him up as he shuffled towards his bookshelf and grabbed an old grey can with a lavender print painted on the front.

He moved through the motions, using the wooden spoon inside the tin to scoop out a batch of earl grey before plopping it into his pot and pouring the hot water in. Salem stood there for a moment, watching the loose leaves swirl about in the hot water as steam began to rise up and the aromas hit him, another sensation to help pry him out of his sleep. It was a while since he'd gotten a full rest, an he truly didn’t want to leave the comfort if his bed. As Salem waited for the tea to steep he lazily tapped on his phone screen to see if there were any notifications for him. Swiping away at a few that he couldn't care less for before stopping to think if he should message Aaron. So much had happened since he last saw him, and if he was having nightmares again then he was sure Aaron might have experienced them as well. Had he not been concerned with prying eyes through his phones text logs then Salem would've reached out sooner. But this appeared to be an in person conversation. Besides, Aaron seemed to have a lot more to deal with during their break. The death of Varis, although not unwarranted, left Aaron's predicament up in the air. Who would get to claim him? Would it be that Witch of a Lady? Or perhaps Ryner would guide him under her wing until he served use as a good treat to entice another pawn of a vampire? Or maybe there would be a made grab to see who would get to trade for him here at school.

Whatever the situation , Salem didn't need to add to Aaron's problems while they were meant to be relaxing, and he surely needed to give the mage some space to take in the news of what had happened and the worry of his future. Granted as far as he could tell, he could just be sent back home to study and be part of the royal family again, given how much he praises them and wishes to be back Salem would think Aaron to he overjoyed by the news. By the time he'd stopped wondering his phones screen had gone black and the tea had finished steeping. Salem opened a drawer from his nightstand and removed a small cup and tea strainer, placing it over the lip of the vessele before pouring the tea through it. As he stirred in a splash of cream, he sat back, pulling open a curtain, and watching as students played out in the snow, spotting Victor just sitting there and accumulating snow. Salem took a sip, letting itinger for a moment as he took in the scents and heat that eminated from his cup, before finally placing it down. Grabbing his phone he sent a message to Lilie.

>Happy New Semester 🎊 hope I'm not waking you. 💚



Kwassi Asokho





Location: Boardwalk
Skills: Photographic Memory : 16



There appeared to be a bit of confusion or miscommunication as Raynor began to get irrate at Kwassi calling him Thor Jr. It wasn't until Agent Sparks had called him Ray that he remembered Agent Reed called him Raynor a bit before that. Clearly this wasn't a nickname that he wanted to have around, so Kwassi made a mental note to not call him that again. He wished he could continue his conversation with Bautista outside, speak about Wakanda, how she got there, and what she saw in private. As well as her knowledge of the President and why it was he pulled a gun on him. To an extent Raynor seemed to be the only one as on edge as he was about the Invasion of the Body Snatchers. But even he was being asked to calm down.

Kwassi gave Thor Jr a smile "Thank you Raynor for clearing me." was all he could get out as the man tailed behind Bautista and the others heading onto the Quinjet. It seemed people were finally in a rush to get going to their mystery destination. As Kwassi entered the Quinjet once more he made sure to stay on the opposite side of the room from Jakobsen. There couldn't be any fighting or arguing if they never interacted, and that was fine with him. After all once everyone was cleared of their potential skrull status then they can finally begin to work together with trust that the others won't randomly shift and call for another fleet of killer aliens.

Demetri Rowan Howell

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




Demetri let out a thunderous howl of pain. Jerking his head back away from the Harpies that harmed him and left him blind in one eye. Any fear, or terror that he should have felt was now subdued by the intense anger and pain that was boiling inside of him. The bright blue glow of his chest now shined with such ferocity as the howl turned into a deafening roar. Flames whirled out of his mouth, curling around the sides as it widened into a cone to engulf the Harpies leaving no trace that they had ever been present. Once the flames had subsided the pain came curling back to him in waves. Demetri began to buck in the air with no way to stop the burning feeling in his eye as he thrashed about. His wales of pain echoed across the fields as his draconic form lent a boost to the decibels at which he could scream at.

When he finally stopped, his eye opened up with a ferocity as it looked about wildly and shot off a blast of fire towards the dracolitch that was attack Andy and Arthur. The shot went wide as he over compensated for the distance because of his missing eye. Suddenly there was a low and deep growl as he enraged at the situation. Demetri saw the ground forces and decided to try and halt further assaults. With a quick bat of his wings he flew up into the air, gaining height as he let himself freefall down before gliding across the front lines and breathing down continuous blue flames. The wall wasn't nearly as big as what he had hoped for, but it would at least help in some amount to deter their forces from charging through it.
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