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An incomplete and in no particular order dead or ended RPs I have participated in:

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In The Dead Don't Die. → 2 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mandy Mason


Location: Home
Skills: N/A


Mandy grabbed her packed suitcase and Vet Tech bag. Both would be useful. She re-joined Hermes in the kitchen. He let her know that he had found ways out of town.

"Thank you. I'll play the radio in the car if you can listen to it for updates." Mandy was scared of the fact that she wouldn't be able to hear the updates. She wouldn't know. She was thankful she and her cousin had connected so they were here today. Without him, they'd probably be doomed.

"As soon as Mom and Dad are down here, we'll go out to the car together." She grabbed the tin of cookies from their neighbor. They didn't have room in the car for her too. She felt bad. They couldn't help everyone. They would have to be just the family.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 5 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: Camp Half-Blood (Arena)
Skill:



Andy's eyes lit up at the mention of Arthur. Could Thanatos get a message to him? But her hopes were instantly dashed when he said to ask Hades' other child. That meant Nicos would be there. She took a deep breath and tried to center herself. At least now they knew the doors would be there.

They had to get moving. Those who were going to open the doors needed to go. "How long do we have?" Andy asked. It was a broad question. She meant both how long would the doors be there for them and how long did they have once they got to them. She hadn't been with the other group that had already interacted with the doors and didn't super know the rules around them.




Location: Camp Half-Blood Roman area -> Arena
Skills:


"Put the weapons back into rotation. Burn everything else." Niah ordered the man. "Thanatos is in the Arena. Nancy went to meet with him. I'll be heading that way now." Hopefully they'd return with new orders. Things felt like they were settling down and a path to solve what was happening was before them.

Niah left Nancy's tent and hurried to the Arena. She joined the others gathered there. She wondered how much she had missed. Where were the gates? She didn't ask though she waited. She saw Andy looking sad. Was it bad news?
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 6 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Location: School
Skills: Enhanced Reflexes (Passive)



Andy froze for a second as Casper pulled her and Zari into a hug, but then she relaxed and leaned it. His response made her feel really bad about the way they had left. She had been afraid they'd be mad, but...sad hadn't been what she was expecting. God, she didn't want to think what her conversation with Magento would eventually be. She needed to pull that bandaid off soon. She told Max why she had Selene and then took a deep breath and started talking explaining everything as fast as she could as succinctly as she could.

"I just went with Zari to her time, which if you guys had been listening was in the future. Also, a different universe, but we went to school here. Then it turned out your kids were going here too. I'm sorry I didn't say anything. She asked and I just leaped at it. I had Selene and didn't want to deal with everything right then and there. So I thought if I went forward a bunch of time it would be okay. But it's been really weird and hard and I missed you guys. I didn't know I would. But I do. I'm sorry. Maybe I should have just gone to the hotel instead of coming to your place as a surprise. But Dorian and Danni invited me over, even before they knew who I was."

The words all came tumbling out of her mouth. She took another breath. "And I don't know what to do with her. I'm so scared I'll fail at keeping her contained. So yeah, you can have her for now. If I had stayed with you guys it would have been different. I'd be grown up. But I'm not. I'm still seventeen. I'm not thirty-four. I don't know what I'm doing." Most of what she said was to Casper as Max was busy making sure Victoria wasn't melting, and whatever Firestar wanted. But she wanted to get it all out. She needed to. This had been bottled up for too long.
In Character Closet → 10 days ago Forum: Character Sheets
Constance “Connie” Winthrop
Constance “Connie” Winthrop

“Well, actually...”
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| Intelligent | Cold |
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| Resilient | Pedantic |
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| Independent | Judgemental |

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P O S T C A T A L O G
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C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y
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Connie was born to a backwaters hick of a mother who believed God had punished her with Connie. Evelyn had become pregnant with Connie after an ill-conceived one-night stand at a Mardi Gras party with some friends. Evelyn didn’t even know the man's name. She dropped out of college and moved back to her hometown where she hid from everyone. After Connie was born she went out more, mostly to church to atone for her actions.

Connie's abilities were seen as the worst possibility of a deal between Satan and God. Connie's mother believed she was suffering as Job had, and to free herself of the curse, she must cleanse Connie. The woman's definition of cleansing grew worse as Connie's abilities grew. These abilities were never entirely under control, though.

Somehow word got to Connie's father, Andrew Winthrop, about her situation. How word got to him was never something he told Connie, but late in the night, he took the small 10-year-old from her home and freed her. Andrew used a sling-ring. It turned out that he was part of the Masters of the Mystic Arts.

For the first few years after rescuing Connie, Andrew was a constant in her life. He did little without her, even going so far as to take time off 'work'. When Connie showed she could control her innate magical ability under his tutelage Andrew was incredibly proud. From him, Connie did learn a fair amount of healing magic. He couldn’t teach her about her transformation magic.

Eventually, Andrew was requested to return to the field. He asked that Connie be taught in the ways of protecting the Sanctums and her magical talents. Doctor Strange offered her a place in his Academy. Connie jumped at the chance. Her father, while a bit nervous that Connie's personality would clash in a 'school' setting, decided it might actually be the better choice. Giving her socialization with people her own age who were also different so she wouldn't have to hide her true nature. She has been attending Strange Academy since she was twelve years old in their youth program.

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Closure with her mother
Finding out the truth about her father’s line from Sirona.


In Character Closet → 10 days ago Forum: Character Sheets
Finley Darling
Finley Darling

”Life is meant to be lived."
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| Clever | Erratic |
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| Dramatic | Devious |
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| Freethinking | Irreverent |

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C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y
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Finley was born in a strongly caste system of the Fae. They hate it. The Otherworld was their only home for a long time. Now Dysphoria has arrived and it’s time to GTFO.

Their family was not high in the hierarchy. Often finding themselves having to follow the whims of their Lady Opal Luna Saturnyne. Finley saw their parents caught in the malstrom of machinations that the Courts play. As Finley came into their majority, they too started to get pulled into the whims of those higher in the caste than them. Prior to gaining Dysphoria, Finley toed the line of respectability in their world. They are constantly testing the rules and limits. As such they’ve been in trouble a fair amount.

Finley’s parents cared for them, but the pressures of their society made it hard to be anything but distant. When Dysphoria joined Finley they were able to argue that going to Earth was the best choice. Many of the other Fae shunned Finley after this happened. But they were happier than they had been their whole life. They finally felt free to be themself.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
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Finley is interested in experiencing as much as possible in the human world.
Some plot relating to their Lady, and finding a way to fully free them from their Oath.
Cultural differences struggle.
In The Dead Don't Die. → 12 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mandy Mason


Location: Home
Skills: N/A


Mandy placed her hands gently on her cousin's. "Slow and clear is better than fast." She smiled. "Okay," She looked between her dad and cousin. "We should pack up my car and leave then. We can go to Hermes' house get Auntie and Nana, as well as his things from there. Then we will leave the city.

"Please let mom know." Mandy told her dad. "Get your things together. I don't know when we'd get back here." The car would be packed, and only Mandy's car as an SUV could hold everyone, they'd have to be friendly with each other.

”Text your mom and let her know we will come get her and Nana. Can you also find out where we should go?" Mandy had no idea where to even look for that information.

”I'll get my vet tech bag." She said heading to her room. Mandy also would have to gather all the stuff for the cat. Luckily she had already finished packing for school before it was canceled when everything started going wrong.
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 12 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Location: School
Skills: Enhanced Reflexes (Passive)



Andy was nervous. It had been reassuring to talk with Dorian, she at least knew he didn't hate her for not telling him the truth. Now she just had to get past the hurdle of seeing four people from her past. She didn't know Ben well. He probably wouldn't even recognize her. Well, maybe, he had been around, but as a ghost. Casper, James and Max though. They had worked together. She had abandoned them. Just left without saying anything.

She'd be holding Zari's hand if her own weren't sweating like crazy. Andy only even partially took in that something was wrong with Firestar before the portal had opened and there was Max. He looked directly at her. He knew her. His eyes stopped on Zari and Mads too. The last one she didn't know why. Her stomach twisted. How mad?

James saw them too. Recognition written all over his face. Ben and Casper didn't notice. Andy wasn't surprised by either of those. She didn't know what James or Max was thinking but damn was she scared. Why was she so scared to see them? Her heart almost seemed to rise into her throat. She had to ask them something. But they were talking to their kids and Percy. Max wanted to speak to Victoria.

She hung back, standing slightly behind Zari. A suit case of her things on one side and the cat bag with her mom on the other. She could wait her turn. Wait for things to calm down. Andy wouldn't go through the portal until she knew if she could bring Selene or not. It would be surprising if they were alright with it. So she'd have to run the bag back to her room, and hope that she'd be safe in the school for the few days she'd be gone. Andy wished she had someone she could trust to watch Selene. But if there had been she wouldn't have been the one to end up with the doll.

Loud hissing was coming from the cat bag. Andy was trying very hard to ignore it.
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 13 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Location: School Field
Skills: Enhanced Reflexes (Passive)



Andy had sent a request for a meeting with Dr. Whitehall. She had promised her mother that she would think about the situation with Zari.

It wasn’t that Andy didn’t love Zari. She did. With all of her heart. But did Zari love her? She hadn’t said it. She had been so distant. Zari had always been on the distant side. Andy had fallen fast. The only sign that Andy had that Zari loved her in any capacity was that she had asked Andy to join her in the future.

When the time for the meeting arrived Andy knocked on Dr. Whitehall’s door lightly. She was going to have to explain a lot in this session. At least it wouldn’t be as much as last time. And it wouldn’t be her history as much. It would be figuring out what she wanted to do.

Dr. Whitehall had been finishing up a report when she got the request for a meeting with Andy. She had been looking forward to seeing some of the students again for further aid. After setting things up Dr. Whitehall got her office in order. Now that there as a relationship here Maeve didn’t bother with setting up the office like she did last time. Instead it looked like her regular office, complete with comfy seating and her desk with some pictures of her and some of her friends as well as the love of her life, Settler, a rescue Golden Retriever.

She heard the knock and sat down on one of the armchairs, ”Come in.”

Andy entered the room, she froze for a second as she realized the room was different from last time. Her eyebrows furrowed, but then she took a seat. ”It’s different.”

”This is how it always looks. I figured I didn’t need to have it set up like last time since we are meeting again but I can always change it if it helps. How have you been Andy?”

Andy nodded, accepting that answer. ”I’m mostly okay. I’ve made some friends. The guy I told you about who’s parents I knew in the past. He knows now. We talked about it. And I made a couple of other friends.” She smiled. Happy with the progress she had made in trying to make friends. She hadn’t changed herself to do it either. In fact she had opened up about who she really was with them.

”I need to talk about something specific though.” She frowned looking down at her hands. She didn’t have a coffee cup to hold and so was fidgeting a bit. ”I took my girlfriend on a date. I told her how I feel and she didn’t say it back. That’s fine. She doesn’t have to. But I feel like I am more committed to the relationship than she is. I mean I literally left my time to join her here.” Andy didn’t have the words to really explain what was happening. Even after the talk with her mom.

Maeve nodded as Andy went into it. She also took note of the fidgeting. Maeve conjured up some fidget toys that appeared on the table in front of them. ”To help if you want. I know I need to do something with my hands sometimes.”
“I am happy to hear you are making friends. I know that was a worry for you. And opening up with that guy took a lot of courage. I hope you are as proud of yourself as I am. But let’s get into what you came here for. You went on a date with your girlfriend and opened up to her and she did not do so back and you are worried you are more committed to the relationship than she is.”

“Tell me Andy, has your girlfriend said or done anything outside of this date to make you question if you are more invested than she is?”

Andy picked up a cubed thing that folded in on itself over and over. It only made a soft clacking noise as she went through the folds. ”Thank you. I am proud of myself. I hadn’t expected it to happen, and I was really scared. I probably wouldn’t have if he hadn’t found a photo of me from Genosha. But I plan to visit his parents during the Contest so it would have come to light then. I’m looking forward to that.” She was avoiding answering. She knew it. Pausing for a moment, watching the cubes she didn’t say anything until finally she said.

”We’ve kissed twice. The first time, I was rude. During the date was the second kiss. I asked her if she wanted to kiss, after I told her all of my feelings. Her response was just ‘I don’t see why not.’ I know you said outside the date, but that’s the thing, there isn’t anything. I have to ask.”

”Kissing is a big step in a relationship though. What do you mean by being rude?”

”I didn’t ask her. After she said it was fine. But it wasn’t nice of me.” She looked up. ”It was right after I had become an energy vampire too. I didn’t even know what that meant yet.” Except for the dead crows around them. That should have been enough information.

”Consent is important, yes. It sounds to me like your girlfriend isn’t quite ready for that large of a step, but that does not necessarily mean she does not care about you the same way you do for her. Different people experience relationships in a multitude of ways, usually going back to their relationship with their parents or caregivers and seeing how those relationships pan out. On top of other mental health-related things.”

“The important thing to do is to talk about it. Much like opening yourself up to your friends. I would encourage, if you did, to use “I” statements so as to not accuse her of anything, but also understand you have your own love languages compared to her. It’s important to understand pacing as well. You may be ready for more, she may not be.”

“And above all, know that all of your feelings are valid. It’s a tricky situation to be in, but love is an amazing, albeit tough thing to have.”

Andy let out a soft sigh. Some of the tension she had been carrying since the conversation with her mom was released. Sure, she might have gone too far in too fast. But there might still be a chance. If she could get Zari to talk about it. She didn’t want to feel like she was forcing the conversation. ”Thank you. I think I can work with that. It might take some time. But I think I can. I care for Zari a lot. I’m just afraid I did something stupid by following her here if she doesn’t have the same feelings for me.”

”There are many examples of people changing their lives for someone else. I can’t speak on that too much but sometimes it ends poorly, sometimes not. The important thing is that it is your life and decisions made should take what you need and want into account. One-sided relationships are not healthy. If you both care for each other, a conversation like this can help though it will take work. If you want I can recommend a counselor who specializes with couples to help or you both can even come see me if you want. Up to you though, but I believe you can have this necessary conversation. You’ve already demonstrated courage in doing so with others.”

Could she get Zari in to see Dr. Whitehall or someone else with her? She almost felt like it would be received with either a ‘no problem’ or would be questioned why Andy thought it was necessary. She chewed on her lip.

”I’ll talk to her.” She nodded. This was going to suck. But it wasn’t like she could make a decision for both of them. That wasn’t fair. ”Thank you Dr. Whitehall. I needed someone who wasn’t my mom and had a better perspective on the situation.”

”Of course. You mentioned your mother briefly before. Parents have interesting takes on their children’s relationships, for good or bad. Just remember this is your life, not hers.”

Andy rubbed her face with hands, having dropped the fidget toy in her lap. ”I am not ready for that conversation.” She really wasn’t. She wanted to see Max and the others before daring to even consider talking about Selene in anything but abstract ways. ”I’ll say she definitely has designs for me.” She shook her head. ”But for once I don’t think this had anything to do with that. I think she saw I was upset after the date.” Andy picked up the toy from her lap and placed it back on Dr. Whitehall’s desk. ”Thank you again. I’ll let you know how it goes.” She stood up.

Maeve noted the intense emotions coming up but remained silent. Now was not the time for that conversation. ”It’s a conversation when you are ready for it. And let me know if I can be of further help. Again, I am very proud of you Andy.” Maeve smiled warmly. It was good to see her clients genuinely grow. It made her job worthwhile.

Andy smiled back. Hearing someone was proud of her made her heart twist a little, but warmth went up her cheeks. She ducked her head. ”Thank you.” She felt like she was saying that a lot right now. Andy left the office, letting out a huge sigh. Yeah, she had some work to do.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 13 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


”Hi Joanie.” Niah gave the little dragon scratches and stood to find her some food when the Legionnaire came into the tent. ”Uh, last I saw her was in the woods. I’ll see if I can find her. What is this about?”

“We just want to know what to do with Leandra’s things.”

Niah nodded. That made sense. She smiled at Joanie. ”Let me feed her real quick and then I’ll go find her.” Joanie would help find Nancy. She wished this could wait. ”For now, put everything in a box. Label it.” What they did with her things from there would have to be figured out.

Niah found some of Joanie’s food and gave her a bit. Then once the small dragon had eaten she asked, ”Help me find Nancy again please.”

”Help find me to do what?” Nancy asked, walking into the tent. There was visible bruising on the exposed portions of her skin from Demi’s attack, and her expression was hard, unreadable. She stared at Niah for a moment, all of the emotions and events from the day fading away for a moment - that was her best friend, a person who meant more than anything else in the world to her - and then suddenly, it all snapped back into perspective. Niah had used her powers on her.

Niah had used her powers on her.

Nancy squared her jaw.

A part of her wanted to rage, to ask Niah how dare she deny her of her agency, of control.

But another part of her was thankful - grateful that Niah had stepped in before things spiraled out of control.

So instead she said nothing else, teetering between two possibilities, between two reactions.

Niah, looked up from Joanie, who left her and went straight to Nancy. Seemingly proud of herself for already succeeding at finding Nancy. Her friend. Why was the Grand Canyon between them? Her heart ached.

”The Legion was wondering what to do with her things. I told them to put them in a box for now. If you want anything else done with them I can pass that order on.” Niah fell into her role as a Senate member. It dropped away though as her eyes noticed the forming bruising. Pain, sorrow, guilt, flashed through her expression.

”I thought you might have gone to get that looked at.” She said softly.

Back at the Fighting Arena, Demi was glad to have some time alone with Zeke for once. ”Ofcourse. I meant every word that I said, to both of you. I want to be better, and I'd love for us to actually get along.” He replied back before a shadowy thing figure appeared, one all to familiar to Demi. Thanatos. He'd met the god once before after offering a hecatomb to him, and had told Alexios to be a god and go find him to fix this damned mess they all made. Demi was tired of cleaning up after the gods, it was time they did it themselves.

It was then he realized two things, one he'd better warn Nancy of this gods arrival, and two, Nancy had some major anger issues and Niah had essentially frozen the fight to save them both. Demi wasn't a betting man, but if he was he'd bet Nancy was pissed. He quickly kissed Zeke on the lips and gave him a worried smile. ”Shit. Sorry babe I got to go, I forgot to tell Nancy something.” He said as he full on sprinted over towards the Roman tents. Luckily Nancy was never very hard to find, unless she wanted to be, but right now it was clear where she would go.

Demi burst into the tent, flaps flying open as he watched Nancy and Niah and immediately froze in place. ”I uh…well…sorry am I interrupting something?”

Nancy was still as Demi suddenly came into the tent - she might have resolved to put her differences with him aside for now, but her knee jerk reaction was to huff ever so slightly, a behavior that would take time to unlearn. She crossed her arms, Joanie perched on her shoulder, her tail wrapping around and falling on the other one. ”... I didn’t need healing. It would have been a waste of resources,” she said stiffly. ”... Burn them,” she then added. She didn’t want a shred of Leandra’s presence left behind.

”I’ll make sure it is done.” Niah nods, her body stiff with the intrusion of Demi. What will happen? She doesn’t know and is nervous. Though, it does relieve some of the pressure from her. She hadn’t known how to proceed. So this diversion might be helpful.

”What brings you here?” She asks Demi.

Demi looked between the two. Clearly Niah had been concerned about Nancy's wounds just as much as Zeke and Demi had. His eyes lingered on the bruise for a beat before shifting his focus back to Niah. ”Oh right. Uh I'll get to that in a second actually. I wasn't expecting you to be here Niah but since you are… I wanted to say thank you. It was stupid of me to fight Nancy, let alone my boyfriend's sister. I'm glad you intervened when you did, even if you had to use your powers to help us.”

The tension was uncomfortable. Nancy didn’t want to be angry with Niah. It wasn’t something that she would choose for herself. She never wanted to feel flames slowly rising up within her, their heat radiating off of her body, as her mind went blank, consumed by rage and nothing else. It was one of the parts of herself that she hated the most. But fighting against her own nature - choosing to be thankful for Niah’s intervention rather than angry at her manipulation? It was difficult, challenging - almost impossible, even. She took short, shallow breaths, resisting the urge to grind her teeth.

”... Yes,” Nancy said lamely, unable to bring herself to finish the sentence - to say thank you, Niah.

Some tension released from Niah’s shoulders. ”You’re welcome. I didn’t want to, but...” She trailed off. ”I didn’t want you get hurt.” She looked at Nancy as she said the last part. But gods she must have hurt her by doing it. ”I’m sorry. I was so afraid.”

Demi blinked, watching as Nancy constipated herself and Niah folded. ”What? No. Niah you have nothing to apologize for. Sometimes things demand you do shitty stuff to help out a friend. And that's OK. You shouldn't feel the need to say sorry about it. And Nancy, please? I think we can do better than a simple yes can't we?” He said crossing his arms and standing in the doorway.’

She looked Niah in the eye, her face twitching as her resolve threatened to crumble, revealing the pain that lurked underneath the anger - the sadness, the hurt that she didn’t allow herself to feel. And then she turned away, feeling her breath quicken even more, her chin starting to wobble. ”It…” Nancy swallowed, trying to eliminate the tremble in her voice. ”It was the right thing to do,” she said quickly, before pinching her eyes closed.

Niah stepped forward, closer to Nancy. She reached forward, wanting to hug Nancy. ”I...You’re my best friend. I don’t want to see you in pain. It’s killing me.”

Nancy let out a shaky breath. That’s all I know. ”I… I’m sorry, Niah,” she said quietly, as tears started to fall. ”... This is my fatal flaw. I have his anger.” Apollo’s rage.

”And mine is loyalty. Not to Rome. To you.”

She was quiet for a moment. ”Everything I have done is for Rome,” Nancy murmured. She then looked back at Niah. ”I think it should have been done for you.”

Tears fell from Niah’s eyes and she stepped even closer to Nancy and held open her arms. Letting Nancy come to her for a hug.

The last vestiges of Nancy’s anger fell away, as she stepped forward and threw her arms around Niah, sobbing quietly into her friend.

Niah sobbed back. So much tension in her body released. She had forgotten Demi’s presence. Just thankful to have her friend.

Demi was extremely proud of Nancy. Watching her set aside her anger and allow vulnerability was a huge step. Maybe they could be friends and watch movies oh my god Zeke and Thanatos. ”Hate to break up this very touching moment but I did come here with a spot of news. Thanatos is here in the Arena, he's found the Doors of Death.”

Nancy pulled away, Joanie having climbed from her shoulders onto Niah’s, currently nibbling away at her hair. ”... What? He found them?” her eyes widened, her adrenaline spiking. Mads. They could get to Mads. They could bring her back. The emotional whiplash was frightening, as the heaviness of sorrow and shame was replaced with sparkling energy and drive.

”Go. I’ll deal with work, and meet you there.” Niah said, shooing them onward. She wiped at the tears on her face with one hand, and reached up to hold Joanie in place with the other.



Location: Camp Half-Blood (Arena)
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Andy smiled at the compliment. She didn’t mind the light tap on her side. She was getting ready to move again. Unsure how to answer Kristin’s question about what she wanted to talk about. She had already talked at the beach about her feelings. That was a lot of emotional stuff already.

Then Thanatos was there. She lowered her practice sword and looked over to him as he announced he had found what they were looking for. The door. Mads. She could have her aunt back soon. She needed to let Nancy know.

”Where is it?” She asked. ”We have to gather everyone. But we can head out as soon as possible.” She hadn’t expected the doors for a couple more days she had thought it was on the fourth. But she wasn’t going to complain.
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 14 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Location: School Field
Skills: Enhanced Reflexes (Passive)



Selene had been quiet for weeks.

There wasn’t much for her to do while trapped inside the acheron. She had already plotted a dozen different ways to punish the Genoshan survivors - and above all else, the pesky warlock who had seen her bound, Maximilian Gray. That had taken her approximately five minutes before her attention span began to wander. And of course, she had ensured to mess with her daughter, weaponizing her fears of her escape against her - it was shocking how much a doll could do with a phone and a voice-to-text application. That had been another five minutes. But there were about 30,000 other minutes that Selene had had to find a way to occupy her time with.

So needless to say, she mostly slept.

Every now and then she gave a good effort to escape from the acheron, to return to the world unbound and set about enslaving those who had wronged her - the warlock would look rather nice at the end of a leash, she mused, baying like a hound. But really, there wasn’t much for her to do. It was all rather boring. So dull, in fact, that when she wasn’t asleep, all she had was to listen to her daughter’s painful fretting - a crueler torture than one Selene could ever have devised.

One she could no longer endure.

“ENOUGH!” Selene screeched, her doll eyes snapping open. “Do you not have a single shred of dignity left to you, child?!” she huffed.

Andy flinched at the yelling. She hadn’t heard much from Selene in long enough that sometimes she forgot about the doll that held her. [color=b71d5d]”Uh, what do you mean?” She asked. Unsure why her mother was yelling.

“I am TIRED of all of this - this pathetic lesbianism!” the doll complained. “If I have to see you pining after a girl who won’t even give you a second look for ONE MORE SECOND, I will find a way to devour my own soul just to end my suffering!”

”She looks at me.” Andy blinked. ”She's just easily distracted.” Andy sat on the edge of the bed. Something had bothered her about their date. When Andy had asked if Zari minded if she kissed her, she had said “I don't see why not." Not yes or please, or even started the kiss. Just, I don’t see why not.

Selene rolled her eyes, using what little control remained to her to bring the doll to its feet, and slowly hobbled across the room, until she was staring up at her daughter from the floor. She wasn’t going to disgrace herself by asking for Andy to lift her up onto the bed. Trapped as she was, she was still the Dark Priestess. “She looks at me,” Selene repeated mockingly. “She looks at you the way she looks at any other, child. Have you ever even kissed her? Do you ever feel like her eyes are for you and you alone?”

”We’ve kissed.” Andy’s face was hot. She sighed and sat on the floor next to her mom. ”But no. I don’t. When I first met her I thought she might be ace. I’ve asked her and she said she wasn’t. I had to explain what it ment. But she said no.”

“Did you ever ask her if she liked women?” her mother asked bluntly.

”Uh, no. She just...seemed to be fine with it. But not, I guess, interested greatly in anything.”

“Has she ever initiated anything?” Selene pressed. “Or is it always you, Luna darling? Must you always take and never receive?”

”No. Nothing.” She sighed. ”I don’t want to only take. I want her to be enthusiastic about me. I gave up so many possibilities. I know what some of the others did and I could have been safe and happy with them. But I came here and it’s been nothing but a struggle. I don’t even think she realizes how much I gave up. At the time I didn’t think I was sacrificing at the time.”

The doll nodded. She loved herself, fully and unconditionally - but if there was a curse to her existence, it was that her power only ever allowed her to take - a curse that she had shared with her daughter. They could take life, could take love, could take kisses - but to receive it, freely and willingly? That was another thing, another path. “You’re dull and sensitive, dear - you’re suffering from moral convictions,” Selene commiserated. “I could show you how to stop - how to be beyond it all. But… that is not your way. So listen to me now, when I tell you this - this girl isn’t your way either. Is it ever happiness you feel with her? Or just relief she hasn’t forgotten you?”

”I do love her. Being around her is a joy. But, I don’t know if she feels that for me?” Andy fought back the burning that was in her eyes. [color=b71d5d]”I like having moral convictions.”[color] She said, thankful for something to focus on other than her fear that she had made a lot of bad choices. She was glad for her current friends at least. Thankful for the healing that had been happening since the whole thing with Arcade.

“The joy of a lover? Or that of a friend?” Selene pressed. “Or perhaps a sister?”

”I don’t know. I never had a relationship before.”

“Well, it’s clear that you’re miserable,” the doll remarked. “And watching you pine after a girl who will never love you the way that you love her is torturous, dear. Even by my standards. Waste your life being less happy than you could - you’re immortal, so your suffering will only grow. Or perhaps take advantage of your beauty, however meager it may be, and do fucking something else!” she hissed.

God getting advice from her mother was probably not a great idea. But this was something that had been bothering her. She put her head on the edge of the bed and thought for a moment. ”Just let it all go?”

“You’re too young to be afraid of the future,” Selene chastised. “Or regretful of the past. You’re only a babe, Luna dear. Once you reach my age, then we can discuss paths not taken.”

She nodded. ”I’ll think about it.” Maybe talk to Dr. Whitehall.

The doll rolled her eyes. “Bah! I tried! Let no one say I did not give you advice! And when you are still breaking your own heart scrambling for meager expressions of affection, do not come crying to me. After all, my child, Mother Knows Best.”
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