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X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Maximillian Gray

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Location: Mansion
Skills: Current Outfit

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Nervousness ran through him as he stood inside the comfort of his house. The chill April air was blowing through a nearby window that was open. Max gripped the dark wood windowsill, taking one last look at the Louisiana view he'd learned to call home. The sounds of New Orleans filtered in from afar as people went about their day. He closed his eyes and took them in, holding them for the days he felt homesick back at the mansion. When he finally opened them again, there was a long sigh. Wood creaked behind him as Ben made his way up the stairs, standing just beyond the door frame of their bedroom. Max didn't look back just yet, not wanting to say goodbye. He knew he would have to one day, but this felt too soon.

"Just taking in one last view before I go. I know I'll be back, and I'll try and visit as often as possible, but…" Max's voice trailed off, knowing full well how Ben felt about all of this. He and Casper, and Max figured James as well, despised the X-men. Quite frankly Max couldn't blame them. They seemed to fight for humans more than they did mutant rights. Xaviers poster children of the world and yet where were they when the X-cutioner hit? Where did they stand when Genosha, a mutant island, was being destroyed by the Children of the Vault or Selene's hunger for power? But Max believed he could change them. Fix it from the inside out. Mutants standing for mutants. Not this charade Xavier put on.

“You don’t have to do this to make a difference,” Ben said quietly. He didn’t turn around to look at Max. “You make a difference here with… with Dorian. And with me. Is Xavier’s dream really worth it?” Silence clung to the air for a moment as Max's shoulders slumped. He turned around, making his way toward Ben before taking him in his hands. "This isn't about Xavier's dream. It's about making a brighter future for mutants. For Dorian. The X-Men, whether we like it or not, are the face of mutant kind. If I can change it so that they actually fight for mutants...Dorian could have a brighter future. Brighter than we were given the chance to have." Max looked at his boyfriend with pleading eyes. He needed to do this.

“When I look at you now… I see myself… Before I died,” Ben whispered. “Just promise me… promise me you’ll come back. Promise me you won’t die a martyr. We’ve had enough funerals.” Max pulled Ben in for a hug, holding him there for a moment before pulling back and giving him a kiss. "I promise. I won't die a martyr, I've got a family that I love, and take care of to come back to." He gave his boyfriend a soft smile, pulling his hands away slowly and making a circular motion behind him. A swirl of cosmic energy, black with hints of pinks, blues, and purples, freckled with white, opened up and surrounded a portal behind him now. Xavier's mansion could be seen through it behind him, while those within Xavier's walls would see the inside of Max and Ben's bedroom.

"I love you."

"I love you too, idiot"

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Max stepped in backwards through the portal, closing it as soon as he was on the other side. Alright Gray, pull yourself together he mentally chastised himself before adjusting his grey wool coat. He chuckled silently to himself, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend's charming way of showing affection. The cold was even more prominent here in New York. Luckily he'd planned for this, wearing more than enough layers for the day. Still, he pulled his coat a bit closer together as he waited for the mansion to help warm him up. He inspected the grounds, trying to catch his bearing as to where in the mansions he'd managed to go, while also looking out for any hints at what Dorian's future might be like here.

Growing up Max had always admired the X-men. Regardless of what his family thought, he had seen them as a symbol of good, a way towards peace that he believed was an option between mutants and humans. He wanted nothing more than to be a superhero, a child growing up within the walls of Xavier’s Mansion while gaining some outworldly powers and helping become that bridge that mankind needed. But his time in the Underground showed him the cracks within this foundation. They needed repair, a new set of eyes to see the problem and help fix it. Max wanted his son to have the opportunities he never had. If his son was a mutant, he didn't need him having to live in a world where people hated him simply because of genetics.

He could see a ghostly silhouette of what he imagined his son would look like running through these halls when he was all grown. Max wanted to give him a better life than his parents gave him. To be raised surrounded by love and not hate. His eyes trailed over until he saw the back of another person nearby. Moving a step closer before calling out to them. "Oh, uh, excuse me. I just got here and I'm a bit lost. Would you happen to know where in the mansion I currently am?"

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Dorian Gray

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Location: Nemos Office
Skills: First Day Fit

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Dorian buried his head further into his arms as he lay across Sir Nemo's desk. Listening to the old man as he muttered away trying to piece together his earlier comment. As if to accentuate the end of Nemo's sentence, a Kettle began to whistle, causing his head to look up. When did 'e put t'e Kettle on? His gaze focused on the steam rising out of the spout, lost in thought until the sound of clinking glass, or perhaps porcelain, filled the room. Right. 'e'd mentioned tea… Though Dorian struggled to recall the events, his mind quickly began filling in the blanks. Nemo must have set the kettle to boil as he was rubbing his eyes free of tears, he'd only now noticed it because it began to whistle. That's all.

At the very least that's what Dorian wanted to believe. A new scent hit the air as its aroma wafted and filled the space before him. Sure the tea being pulled out was loose leaf, no real indication of type or flavor, but Dorian instantly knew. He'd often times compared the scent to that of Fruit Loops, lavender mixed in with black tea. It was - Sir Neml interrupted his thoughts as he finished Dorian's mental sentence. Earl Grey, precisely that. He stared at the cup of tea for a moment before stammering out his appreciation. "Th-thank you." He was at a loss for words as he went through the motions of adding the vanilla before tossing in a dash of cream.

A part of him wondered if Sir Nemo knew, or perhaps this was just a favorite of the old gay man. A thought that made Dorian internally cringe as he felt the years pack on with that mental statement. As the liquid within the cup began to change hues from a dingy brown, to an amber, and finally a deep red, all tinted opaque by the added cream, he noticed a dish on the desk he hadn't seen before. It was full of strange…candies? Pastries? Some odd sort of sweet he hadn't seen. He didn't bother asking, reaching over and taking one before plopping it into his mouth and carefully chewing the delicious treat as he listened to Sir Nemo's tale. He'd wanted to interrupt a dozen times, asking about his powers, how they went nutso, as well as how he met his love and where he was now.

He'd already grabbed several more Turkish delights subconsciously, waiting for a moment to ask all his questions. Before Dorian could ask, he was presented with a gift. The same package he'd seen the old man carrying outside was now being gifted to him. He pocketed the remaining Turkish Delights in order to free up his hands before delicately unwrapping the present. His eyes lit up, looking down at the gift, then towards Nemo, then back down at the gift. Inside lay a perfectly preserved dinosaur fossil, a front claw of the Spinosaurus. Aside from making an amazing room decoration, it was also a remarkable gift to even see given how most of these specimens fossils were lost during wars. "Por moi? T'ank you. I…t'ank you…"

Dorian was at a loss for words, which was saying a lot. In all his years he'd never heard of faculty giving students birthday presents, let alone to him. Was this Junior privilege? After years of being here did they start to give him recognition? His thoughts were cut off as he felt his phone vibrate within his pocket. He carefully placed the box on his lap before fishing out his phone and seeing Dannis' message towards the family group chat. It seemed he was already making plans to try and make amends for the jacket, they'd have to figure out where Percy was staying so they could drop it off later. Dorian sent a quick text back to Danni before he flipped his phone closed, placing it back into his pockets.

His eyes were still slightly red from the previous tears shed, but by now all of those feelings had washed away. There was a ghost of a smile on his face as he looked towards the gift once more. "Merci Sir Nemo. T'is means a lot to me, but I t'ink its time I rejoin mon amis. T'ey're probably worried about me. I'd hate to waste good tea…I'll bring it back after I drop off my gift in my room. Promise." Dorian grabbed the tea cup, placing the gift under his arm the same way that Nemo had been holding it when they ran into each other. Today was finally looking up again, a new revitalized pep in his step as he sipped at his tea while making his way up to room 602.

As he apporached his door however, he noticed a piece of paper taped to it. Dorian rolled his eyes, figuring that perhaps it was another weird note from some kid in this school. They were harmless love notes, something he and Danni could laugh about later as they guessed who could possibly be writing them. But he supposed it was par for the course when you had an online following and personality. He began to read the note, attempting to take a sip of his tea but freezing in horror instead. Without realizing it he'd let go, dropping the teacup as the sounds of shattering porcelain brought him away from the horrid words.

"Fuck"

Text to Danni

"Hey, I'm feeling much better…gonna drop something off at the dorm room. Let you know when I'm back out."

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Matthew Madigan

Location: Rapunzel's Tower
Skills:

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Jasmine began to answer his questions. The way she spoke, Maddie hoped she didn't take any offense to what he was asking. But in times like these they had to be sure about everything before doing something exceedingly risky. Merlin didn't shed any further light on the subject however. His answer towards Willow being vague and slightly concerning. Mads paced a small length of floor for a bit, trying to shake off his nerves as he thought about what to do next. For the first time he didn't like all this waiting around. Normally he wouldn't mind it, more time with Colby was always welcomed, but after their last moments together alone…he tried shaking the thoughts out.

"Right, so the Genie's good. That's helpful. But if he was freed before, why not free him again? Can he still grant wishes after he's been freed? I mean surely having a genie that isn't bound by the three wishes, free to use his magic to fight Maleficent would be a good thing right? Or is this one of those trade offs? He has these powers because he's confined and if we free him he's just a regular guy? Or perhaps a wizard of some kind?" Maddie rambled on before finally taking a seat next to Willow and placing his head on the table. The sensation of cold wood pressed against his chin helping to distract him from all his thoughts. "Whatever the case, we should free him once more after we've made our wishes."

Court of Nuhl

The Raging Sea | Caspian Fontaine WIP

________________________________________ Caspian Fontaine Male | 20 | Demi | Water _______________________________________________ “It’s not about going first. It’s about the overall flow.” ________________________________________ Likes - Nature Watching Listening to the world's sounds Chocolate Tea Dislikes - The heavy scent of iron after a battle Miasma Overly sweet scents Coffee Habits - Staring off into the middle distance Running his thumb against his focus Tapping his fingers against the pommel of his sword Nervous laughter Other - His focus is a metal encased enhydro gemstone. He keeps it on his person both as a reminder of his mother who had gifted it to him, as well as to help stave off the negative birth defects that came about from Miasma. He has gotten rather good at mending his own clothes, having had to fix several nicks and cuts from fights that he has been in.

“However, life can be as fickle as the weather. Constantly changing,never stagnating. It won’t always stay sunny, but snowfall doesn’t last forever either. And whenever happiness meets its end, it always carries the smell of blood.” Appearance Caspian's personal style is revolved around two things, practicality and comfort. Sporting mostly cottons, he prefers to wear dark clothing that is both form fitting and flexible. He considers this 'spywear' almost essential for his day to day activities when he goes out on the field. However while at base he typically throws on an oversized jacket, or even looser clothing like Haoris and robes, as his own form of comfort. These are where he implements his splashes of color, sporting bright reds, blues, and yellows to achieve a good color blocked look; though he prefers to wear black tanks underneath them as opposed to sleeved shirts. Having hardly ever cut his hair, it's full length goes down towards his mid back. While out it's either in a messy bun or stylized ponytail, but at camp it's always loose unless he is training. His golden hair helps to frame his almost delicate face with what some have called 'slut strands', locks of hair purposefully let loose on the sides. Every feature cements a preconceived notion that he is a soft and frail boy, from his almond shaped blue eyes to his button nose accentuated by a permanent blush streak that runs across its bridge. Some from his previous cell had known him as a 'pretty boy'. Though Caspian would be lying if he said he hadn't tried to use his looks before to get a few free things while out. Personality Caspian tries to be as friendly natured as possible. Giving praise where its deserved and most importantly needed. He understands that the war has taken much from everyone, and sympathizes with their grief and feelings, but cant help but think back to the days of when he was younger. The calmer times before he saw the full brunt of the war, or at the very least could grasp the entirety of it. In search for those times long gone, he tries to put on a joyous demeanor and lift the spirits of those around him. Wishing to offer the briefest of reprieves in these trying times. It is because of this that he has been designated as the defacto welcome party for his cell. A warm and friendly face to help those who are new to the area feel more at home and at ease as they settle down into their new lives. He is always willing to lend an ear to those that need it. Whether it be to help search for a solution or simply allow them to vent out their feelings so that the weight can be shared amongst themselves as opposed to the singular person. He, however, isn't quick to share his problems. Feeling he might become more of a burden if he was to do so. So Caspian keeps his personal problems to himself, including the use of a focus. The cell leader is aware of his situation, along with a handleful of others higher up, but Caspian prefers not to talk about it. The rebels have enough to concern themselves with without him adding his chances of dissonance into the mix. So far as anyones concerned, his focus is merely his last connection to his family, and one he isnt willing to part with. Bio Caspian Fontaine is the son and legacy of Cascade, a rebel spy who used her family's magic to keep the opposing side at bay. He was born in the year 511, a by-product of war and the experiments it brought forth. The only home he'd known for several years was the base his mother worked at. A large building with ornate fixtures that made one forget about the world outside. He'd spent a majority of time in the interior garden, playing by the Koi ponds and hassling the fish. Once he'd turned five, a boken was placed inside his hands. He was made to practice his swordsmanship, at first only doing 50 downwards swings a day, then 100, and so on. He wasn't expected to fight just yet, but everyone had to learn to defend themselves at a young age. When he was ten he was gifted his first real sword. A matching pair of a Katana and Wakizashi. The Katana was far too big for him, but he was told he'd grow into it. Until then he used his short sword as his active one, practicing his swings and styles with the new weight of real metal. He'd began helping out more around the camp, doing small smuggling jobs, or things only small kids could pull off without suspicion. He'd kept his sword hidden on him at all times, always ready to fight if the task called for it. The years went by and his eighteenth birthday had finally come, the awakening ceremony would take place for a handful of children who had come of age. When his turn had come, he walked up towards the crystal that sat atop a pedestal and placed his hands upon it. Regardless of the outcome he was ready to fight in the war, but the rebels needed more magic and they were losing mages fast. There's a small glow, dim at first, before it blew into a radiant light bright enough to give him a blue hue. His hands lingered for a moment in amazement before he'd finally moved them off, staring at them blankly as he walked away. He was a mage, and a water one that could continue his family's legacy within the war. New training started immediately, learning how to manipulate the water around him, finding sources in the most hopeless of places, and making due with what he had at hand. He quickly learned to carry several waterskins on him, allowing him to have a channel for his magic in the event water was scarce. Several times his powers fluctuated during training. Moments where he'd meant only to summon a wisp of water and yet arcs flew out. Fortunately for them his ability to scry was unhindered by all of this, allowing him to accept his role as a rebel spy within the ranks. His mother had begun to pay special attention towards him while he was training now. She said it was to ensure his progression was good, and he hadn't suspected otherwise until later. He was tasked with heading towards another rebel cell, away from his family so that he may provide similar services to a cell without a Fontaine. As a final parting gift, his mother handed him her focus. It wasn't until later he heard about what had happened to her. She succumbed to dissonance, unable to find an appropriate foci once more, her magic got the best of her. He'd never known until then, but the war had taken more from them than he'd realized. The Miasma unleashed during his conception affected his mother and his birth. She required a focus even though she was a primary affinity wielder. Now that he had awakened, now that he knew more, he realized that attention wasn't to check his progress, it was to check for any dissonance that may have occurred. His magic was fundamentally altered, stronger than it should be for his age and skill, but forcing him to use a focus or risk dissonance. This loss helped to steel him for the times that were to come. Using his powers both defensively to alert the base of intruders or dangers, or when the need arises, offensively to fight off those that escaped his sight. It was during one such altercation that he earned the title of Raging Sea. A silly nickname a few of the rebels gave him when, by pure chance, he swung his sword at a group of enemies and instead of a practiced arc, came a gushing wave that swept them back as it knocked them down. The rebels were able to escape with their lives, and he was stuck with a new name.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

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Demetri Rowan Howell

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Location: Grand Central Station
Skills: Shapeshifting

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Cassian Rudenko

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Location: Grand Central Station.
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Demi stayed by the exit door, coiled up around his head with his fangs bared at the beast. He continued to hiss at it until it eventually fell down with a loud thud before falling asleep. If snakes could sigh, Demetri would have. The constrictor's muscles began to loosen as his tension released. The danger was over for now, with Nancy having dealt the final blow. What he hadn't expected was her practically offering an olive branch. Handing him one half of the spoils of war and taking none for herself.

Cassian sat on the floor, watching as the rest unfolded before him. Bitterness and disappointment kept him company as he realized just how useless he was. Dionysus was probably somewhere up on Olympus rethinking his choice in son for having gone to this quest. No. He pushed those thoughts aside almost immediately as he looked down at his broken arm. He wasn't useless, if anything he was the most valuable member amongst them, thats why the Minotaur targeted him first. That's why he was taken out of the battle, because he was too useful. Kristin had called for Zeke's aid, handing him a flask of nectar. Cassian placed it to his side for after the healing from the son of Apollo.

Demi moved from where he hid, slithering up slowly as he began to shift back. He figured his powers still weren't working, so he opted for any male figure he could manage but the Goddess of Love had other plans it would seem. As he changed back he took on another feminine form, thankfully it wasn't the one Zeke had met before. He took the horn from Nancy's hand, stunned as he looked at it and her. "Th-thanks. But, you deserve something too…" He had an idea of what to give her, but it was something that would take time while on the road or back at camp. "I'm not too badly hurt, I can try and give us all a lift if we need it. Figure a dragon can cover a large amount of ground…or air…"

Cass rolled his eyes at Zeke as he asked if they could leave him injured for a moment longer before asking him to bite down on his book. "I'd rather bite something else." he mumbled out before Zeke stuffed his mouth with the spine. He was about to mumble something about how the only amazing quality he had was pissing others off when suddenly he was hit with Zeke's talents. There was a sharp pain as his bone shifted and twisted within his arm. A large groan reverberating through the notebook as Cassian tried hard not to kick Zeke when his leg twitched from the pain.

He wanted nothing more than for Zeke to hurry up, the charming smile had now seemed a cruel joke as he knew what he was about to do. Before long his bone was set and Zeke began to heal him. The immediate rush of energy felt warm and inviting, allowing for Cassian to greatly relax. It felt like a warm summer's day sitting within a wheat field as the sun's rays gently caressed his face. For a moment he could tell why Demetri had fallen for him. Cassian took his hand, lifting himself up with Zeke's aid as he grabbed the flask of nectar on the way up. He handed Zeke back his notebook before taking a small sip of Nectar from the flask. Both to help with the process as well as to remove the taste of Zeke's well traveled book. The sweet taste of lavender, vanilla, and black tea washed through his mouth before vanishing. "Thanks. Though maybe we can invest in something a little less well-traveled for a mouth guard." He said chuckling.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Dorian Gray

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Location: Fair > Nemos Office
Skills: First Day Fit

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Tears streamed down his face as Dorian sniffled, wiping them from his eyes as he floated onwards. The brief action must've caused him not to notice the old man that was before him. A question hung in the back of his mind, wondering if he had been there a second ago, before it was instantly replaced with warning bells. He looked down at his hands, they were still spectral as was he, so how was this man capable of seeing him. Wait. How was it that he bumped off him at all? When the man finally spoke, it sent a brief chill down his spine like a child who'd been caught. But as he heard his words and tone, Dorian's shoulders relaxed as tension melted away.

He didn't know what to say, or even if he could be heard at all. What he did know was that for some reason this man's presence felt comforting. Maybe it was the fake accent, or the kind offer of tea and an ear to listen. So he simply nodded his head silently as he followed the strange man down the school corridors. Not more than a few steps in and Percy came running right past them, stumbling down to the floor and landing on his knees. Dorian wanted to extend a hand to help him, lift him up, but he was certain that he was the last person Percy wanted help from. Diana's voice called out from behind them and Dorian took that as a sign to leave towards Nemo's office. It was a short walk, only down a couple corridors as they made it towards a door that opened up to one of the strangest rooms.

Most of the furniture was dark wood, oak if he had to guess. It looked like something his father would love. Decorations littered the room with knick knacks and various chotchkies that seemed to span from the distant past to the far off future. Some of the items even seemed legit if it wasn't for the fact that time travel didn't exist. As Dorian's eyes danced around the room, across a battered old trunk, down to Nemos desk, there sat an old photograph. It was worn enough that the faces weren't visible anymore. Or so it seemed through his mist covered eyes. He flickered in and out of view for a moment before he gave one last sniffle and came back from the Astral Plane.

"You're not a fish"

Those were the first words that he said to the man. He sat in an empty chair, chewing on his lower lip as he tried to think about what to say. Why did he follow him? Why didn't he just head to his dorm? Finally he let out an exasperated groan before flopping his arms and head onto Nemos desk. "Today sucks." He mumbled into the desk, cheek pressed against the cold dark wood. "It's my birthday, none of my friends even got me gifts, my best friend in the whole wide world ruins an amazing meetcute with this adorable guy, and then I get yelled because my powers go astray, and everyone's watching, and it's so much pressure to be the one who does things right, and I just wanted to have fun at the Carnival while eating food, getting readings, and meeting cute boys!" Another exasperated groan came out as he buried his head into his arms.

"I just wish I could turn back the clock…start today over."

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Matthew Madigan

Location: Rapunzel's Tower
Skills:

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Maddie wasn't sure how he felt about Merlin's answer. Surely they needed a bit more magic (and luck) on their side, but to have rescued the genie only to use it for its wishes? Something about that just felt wrong. It didn't help that in every story he'd ever heard, Genies were known to twist the words of wishes and grant MonkeyPaw-like situations. So how would this be any different? An Atlantean army seemed interesting enough, but how would Mer creatures help in a battle at land? Or was there another secret to this approach that Maddie wasn't seeing? His eyebrows knitted themselves together as he tried to think, only softening in their demeanor when Willow spoke up again.

His stomach twisted in knots, his hand moving over it in an attempt to placate it. If Maddie didn't like the idea of using genie wishes before, he certainly didn't like it after Willow's question. The idea that anyone would be someone's master. No. That wasn't right, but what was the right answer? He realized his silence had carried for too long now, a small sigh escaping him. "Can we trust this genie? What if they twist our wishes? And while I don't agree with Willow's terminology, who would be the one making such wishes?" He'd had other thoughts, ideas, but he kept those to himself for now until his other questions were answered.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Dorian Gray

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Danni had continued to panic, his emotions getting the better of him as they escalated. Dorian could feel his heart thrashing within his chest, it felt tight and like he couldn't breathe as the chaos continued to ensue around him. His best friend and brother was now yelling at the freshie he burned which only seemed to agitate the situation more. He hated that he couldn't talk to them right now, Danni started getting tears just before he finally got his treat. But he then went to try to snag the jacket from Percy's hands and Dorian's spectral eyes went wide. How was today going so wrong? This moment felt like an eternity already.

Leah tried mending the situation with humor, which to her credit at least she tried. But now didn't seem like the moment to joke around, maybe afterwards or in a day or two sure, but at this point in time there were three ticking time bombs that were delicately set to explode and Dorian hardly was able to diffuse two of them in his current state. Hopefully Diana could - steal a candy bar? Great big help Diana. Lucky enough she understood the situation and knew they meant no harm. The tightness in Dorian's chest slowly began releasing, as he calmed down a little more. But as he was about to try and manifest himself, all hell broke loose.

Percy, started laughing. His eye twitched, his demeanor changed, and his words became like knives. If Dorian was having a bad day, Percy was having it three times worse. Between his reaction and the tone of April's voice as she tried to apologize for him while stammering over her own words, Dorian felt something snap inside. Like a cord being pulled too tight and then a deep sense of cold. His chest was icy and his breathing shallow as he watched in horror everything that played out before him. Today was the start of his first day at AA as a Junior, but today was also his seventeenth birthday…and everything just went to shit.

His powers quickly began to react to his panic. Shifting him in and out of the Astral Plane while maintaining his spectral form so that only a ghostly visage would flicker in and out of view to all those there. He was holding the treats in his hands, staring blankly at the space between Danni, April, and where Percy and stood. "This is de worst birthday of my life. 'ow could t'is 'ave gone so bad? How…I…" I never meant to…I never wanted to…" Tears began to well down his cheeks. Ghostly streaks falling and vanishing halfway through the air. There was a final whisper "I gotta go" before Dorian vanished again and most of the treats fell towards the ground.

There was a small trail of snacks, falling towards the same direction that Percy had left for. Though Dorian was headed to one of the same places he always ran to when he had troubles. His room. Normally he'd sulk under the Wych Elm, but with the Carnival happening and the new rumors running amok, Dorian didn't feel like crying in front of a new spectral friend. So the trail would lead towards his dorm, bits of sweets raining past Percy as he flew on by.

The Shattering of Aegis

_{✧ Location: Soft Haven - Bounty House ✧ Purse: 4 copper ✧ Interactions: ✧}

As they walked along for the first day of their journey, Ermes kept his eyes peeled. Behind his half opened sleepy facade, were watchful eyes that took in as much of their surroundings as they possibly could. A loud sound came rustling from the bushes around them causing Ermes's hand to move towards his blade, a swift but subtle motion that came with years of practice in the streets of Wilree, as a boar came barreling out from one end and vanished into some underbrush on another. He let out a silent annoyed sigh that's sounded almost like steam hissing. To say that Ceolfrics little message but him on edge would be an understatement. Whenever there was nothing of note around, Ermes found his eyes drifting upwards, staring at the clouds as if he was waiting for some sign that it might rain. But not a single drop fell all day.

When they'd finally pulled off for the night, he shuffled quietly towards the designated area. Leaving his waterskin behind on the back of the cart as instructed without so much as saying a word. Lilan and Ceolfric had decided to go off and "scout". Anytime beforehand that two members of a party had said they'd do so usually meant they were either doing adult activities or simply leaving to talk about him. Kyreth had gone off to talk to Cerric about Irigan knows what, and Esvelee wasn't exactly the sort of company you speak to while you work. He walked around the area, looking for tinder and and small branches to start a fire, noticing Eila was doing the same. So Ermes decided to change tasks, holding his index finger out and circular motion with is while softly speaking. "Wrap." A small length of rope coiled around the bundle he'd gathered as he slung it over his shoulder tying the other end so that it simply hung like a holster.

His hand then dropped to his side, holding an invisible axe, before one manifested in it. Ermes took a few swings, chopping off some thicker branches from trees and cutting them into manageable pieces before the axe finally dissipated. Letting out a tired sigh, he picked up his supply of wood before heading over towards where Eila was, making a small pile nearby for them to use later on in the night. He hadn't expected for her to approach him, and when she did he felt an odd tightness in his chest. He mentally scolded himself before listening to what she had to say. Arching an eyebrow, he picked up a nearby stick and poked at the fire, watching as embers floated up. Once again Ceolfrics voice hung in the behind him. Like an irritating fly buzzing just out of view.

He rolled his eyes at the comment. Ofcourse the tainted storyteller has seen the beast. It only made sense it had hide like armor. He was certain it also stood two stories tall and could vanish like the wind. After this mornings ordeal he was more certain that Ceolfric was just trying to scare them away from the coin, and naturally the split tongued woman would join him. So, he ignored whay was said and focused on the question before him."I don't suppose you brought a pot to make the stew?" His voice carrying a slight irritation, though not towards her. Eila remained silent at his question. "Yeah. I didn't think so." Ermes let out a soft sigh as he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. "Itadakimasu." a simple iron hook emerged off the side of the fire, a cast iron pot hanging from it, beginning to warm. He looked at Eila, giving her a sleepy smile before he prodded the fire once more. "But to answer your question…I'd love to help you cook."

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Dorian Gray

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Everything was going perfectly. What more could anyone ask for on their first day back? Friends? Check. Free Food? Check. Amazingly fun time at a Carnival? Check check check! Hell he even got the chance to have a decent meetcute with a cute boy! Dorian was living his K-drama dreams, he could practically see the candle light dinners…wait no that was actual fire. Panic set in as his pupils shrunk down so much he may as well have an ocean for eyes. His hand went straight to his bag, rummaging to feel the can of EZ Spray he carried in case of a Dan-saster. Luckily Danni got to his first before any physical damage was done. Unluckily he also got it into the cute boy's mouth. Great. As if to make matters worse, Leah and Dianna showed up and poured gasoline onto an already panicking Danni. The feelings seemed to catch, a spark igniting in April as well as the more she began to speak the more panicked she seemed.

So many things were happening all at once, besides the fire, panicking best friends, and Spray covered cutie, there was the fact that the new guy was Dianna's brother and Dorians former crush seemed to be within eye view. The world felt as though it was swirling around him, but before he fully gave in to his feelings he knew his friends needed him more. Whenever these sorts of things happened there always needed to be at least one of them that kept their panic inwards, and it appeared that today was Dorian's turn. He could kill two birds with one stone but first, he needed some sweets. Without saying a word he quickly vanished from everyone's view, entering into his Astral Self. His plan was to bypass the line and gather some sweets, however plans rarely ever pan out.

Percy was snapping at just about everyone, which to an extent was well deserved. He was clearly having a rough day, and Dorain wanted to try and calm him down and comfort him, but as he went ghost his powers went sideways pulling him into Percy. It took Dorian a brief second, his eyes blinking slowly as he tried to gather what had happened. He patted himself before looking down and seeing a familiar shirt [i]BUT ON HIM?![/b] Holy Shit he possessed the new guy! No no no no! Panic fully set in and with a small screaming yelp he (and Percy) time-jumped. They were only gone for a moment, appearing right back into place before another yelp came out. Dorian hastened himself out of Percy's body, shooting up above his head before flying off over the crowd.

"T'is iz not 'ow you make first impressions. 'ow did today go down hill so quickly? Maybe we should'a started wit Agatha, I'm sure she would've warned us about all t'is mess. What do I even get?" Dorian spoke to himself as no one else was able to hear him within the Astral Plane, not without crossing over back to their realm. Luckily he could still affect things here. He hovered inside the stall, eyeing the selection before settling on a few items. A couple of sugared pecans in a cone, a cup of caramel popcorn, and a few candy bars to tie it off. It was all free so…technically it wasn't stealing? To any onlookers it would simply appear that the treats were floating away, but in reality Dorian was bringing them back in an attempt to calm them all down. Unfortunately when he arrived back, he couldn't shift back into his normal self. "What kind of gris-gris did I incur? Merd! Putain! Seins!" he cursed as he shoved a cup of caramel popcorn into Dannis hands.