Achronum

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Danny Kingston

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Location: Framework, BG3
Skills: Pyrokinesis

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Danni looked around at the new chamber, face scrunching up as Mads explained more. “Wait, we ‘ave cthullu babies in our faces? T'at's so fuckin’ gross! ‘ow do we get it out?” Danni patted his face, trying to find a bump or anything that told him where it was. “I'm too fuckin’ cute ta be an Illthiad or whatever t'ey are. I am not stayin’ stuck I'm t'is stuff forever. Mads, can't you magic t'is stuff out? Game over, and we win in time ta beat up Arcade, save our friends, and get ‘ome in time for dinner!”

Of Course, nothing could be easy for them “Okay, Pod girl is friend, everyone else it's on sight. Got you, got you…” Danni trailed off as the Cultists came undone and Diana immediately went into attack mode. “Ya know, I feel like you'd like some fire arrows. You want me ta like, set t’e tip of your next arrow on fire? See t'at helps anything at all? As Danni was asking Diana, he whirled his hands together, collecting a ball of fire in them, and then hurled it straight into the other cultists chest.

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

Clarissa von Edmund | Major Crest of the Beast

_{Height: 5'4" || Eye Color: Green}

_{We don't have all day!}

Name

Clarissa von Edmund

Age

18 _{Born the 21st day of the Great Tree Moon, 1477}

Country of Origin

Leicester Alliance

Social Standing

Noble: House Edmund

Crest

Crest of Maurice (Crest of the Beast)
_{Unbeknownst to her, Clarissa's Crest passively compels honesty from both those she speaks with and herself.}

Starting Class

Monk

Weapon of Choice

White Magic (Sword secondary)

Strengths

Faith and Authority

Weaknesses

Lance and Axe

Starting Spells

Heal
Nosferatu

Personality

Bold and impulsive, Clarissa Edmund is an aggressively outspoken proponent of her beliefs. The first to disregard the pretense of deliberation, Clarissa refuses empty flattery and circular arguing in favor of constructive criticism advancing her agenda. Her stance on issues is rarely unknown and she operates without the veneer of secrecy her political peers are so well known for. It’s her opinion that transparency is the fundamental value of trust and that only those with ill intention gain anything from secrecy. As such, she throws herself entirely into whatever she considers worthwhile, sure in her steps and steadfast in her convictions, and rarely double guesses her decisions.

Unlike her mother who draws on the serenity of Seiros, Clarissa’s faith only fans the flames of her passion. She speaks glowingly of the establishment anytime the subject comes up, fully committed to the Church’s message of peace, forgiveness, and charity, and is quick to turn against those who speak ill of it. The Alliance’s neutrality with the Church has always bothered her—after all, Fodlan only stayed together thanks to the guidance of Archbishop Rhea—and she fully plans to support an expansion of the Church's influence in the Alliance.

History

The first born daughter of Beaufort and Odette Edmund, Clarissa Edmund seemed destined to be cut from the same cloth as her father: energetic, loud, and brash even as a baby. She spent her life proving everyone right. She spent her early years at her father’s knee, adopting his love for horseback riding, sailing, and swordplay during their outings and picking up the nuances of Edmund oration in the process. Each evening after lessons, the pair would slip away to Clarissa’s favorite spot in the family estate that overlooked the harbor and would talk about her studies and the world at large over a pot of mint tea.

Her mother however, maintained an incredibly strict lifestyle for Clarissa when she wasn’t with her father. Born with a minor Crest of the Beast, Odette wept when she learned Clarissa inherited a Major Crest. Marianne Edmund’s adoption tainted the family line with the cursed Crest and her influence still shaped how the family handled the Crest three hundred years later. Odette limited her interaction with anyone outside of the core staff and immediate family and immersed Clarissa in Church activity. She believed that only faith and piety could combat the Crest’s malignant effects. She kept the truth of the Crest away from Clarissa as long as she could and it worked for a while.

However, the birth of her younger brother afforded her an opportunity to escape her mother’s limitations. With Beaufort as her ally, Clarissa won independent outings to the Church for a weekly social gathering of children her age with the condition that a trusted family friend, Bishop Jehan, would act as her chaperone. The man had the patience of Saint Cethleann herself and handled her million questions with ease. Her social group consisted mostly of the children of wealthy merchants and she quickly established her reputation as a leader, taking responsibility for the group and their activities. She molded the group in the image of Odette’s charity work and focused primarily on assisting those without money by fixing garments and blankets for free. While she didn’t particularly care for the work, it was something she hadn’t been allowed to do before and she quite liked having friends.

She was content with her life and limited interactions until her 11th year, after the disastrous mock battle between House Gloucester and House Ordelia. Her father explained why the House had lost their seat: The House was on its last legs and survived solely on the support from others in the Alliance. As unfortunate as it was, a House needed to be powerful in its own right to sit at the table. The unease at the decision still festered inside her and unable to find the words to express why, she lashed out at her family, at her father for a horrible decision and at her mother for her absurd restrictions.

A screaming match with her mother revealed the true nature of her Crest. Clarissa fled after that, running to the only place she considered safe anymore and broke down in tears in front of Jehan. It took several long, awkward, and emotional conversations with the Bishop but eventually she found what had been unsettling her about the issue. The curse her family supposedly bore was a punishment for those who had no hand, no voice, in the decision their ancestor made, just like Duke Ordiela’s family had no choice in his decision to murder a fellow Lord. Her questions bordered on heretical, demanding why the Goddess would punish innocents for the acts of others. The bishop came up with an elegant solution: a Major Crest manifesting in her must mean the Goddess has given her the chance to redeem her bloodline. Clarissa clung desperately to that and shortly before her 13th birthday, she stepped out of her turmoil a new person.

Gone was the girl who would quietly accept her fate. Instead, Clarissa Edmund walked out as the heiress apparent of the Margravate of Edmund and she made sure it was known. It caused friction with her mother but Clarissa swept past that with her new found confidence. She reclaimed her social group that had been abandoned at the revelation of her curse, grew it, and began doubling down on her lessons. She accompanied her father to the Roundtable and took notes and developed questions for them to discuss later at their nightly meetings. She even attended a recent Roundtable on her own when he fell ill; she established her reputation quickly when one of them tried to exploit her age and she flew into an impassioned speech on the importance of change and progress and warned against letting hard fought wisdom turn to stagnation. After that she knew her next course of action clearly: Leading the Leicester Alliance. Her father supported her aspirations and enrolled her in Garrag Mach’s Officers Academy with the goal to strengthen the support she’d need to make the claim.

Trivia

House Info

Since it’s invitation to join the Roundtable of the Alliance after House Daphnel’s tragic inner conflict depriving them of their historic strength, House Edmund capitalized on and expanded its fair and equal trade policies that cemented the region’s economic success and bolstered the House’s influential voice. The growth of these policies demanded a rigorous focus on industrial growth and the development of skilled artisans and as such, House Edmund’s armed forces are significantly smaller than most of the other Houses of the alliances. Their contributions to the Alliance revolve heavily around the House’s financial resources, including funding the maintenance and improvement of Fodlan’s Locket, and levying the economic well being of the maritime routes connecting the Alliance to the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. Their economic strength and stability are the result of an aggressive continuation of the fair trade policies they adapted early on in the Alliance’s days.Their policies focus on growing the means of production; ranging from incentivizing apprenticeships to both increase the labor pool and reduce poverty to subsidizing the cost to gather raw product.

Stemming from their economic progressivism (not to mention their lack of military might), the Margrave Edmund is always known as a skilled orator and the current one is no exception. Beaufort Edmund is a passionate voice at the Roundtables, often the first to push for the expansion of their own trade policies into other parts of the Alliance, and emphasizes the importance that the other Houses follow in House Edmund’s footsteps to expand the Alliance’s economic influence in the Empire. His passion for the well being of the citizens of the Alliance is apparent every time he brings a new social issue to the table, from the stagnation of the lower class to the archaic view that nobles are somehow purer or better than those who support them, and he is quick to rise against House Gloucester’s self absorbed, entitled, and snobbish beliefs.

His wife, Odette Edmund, is almost the complete opposite of her husband. She holds herself well and often comes off as aloof and cool but in reality is just introverted and quiet. Odette is a devoted member of the Eastern Church of Seiros, regularly using Edmund resources to promote its teachings through charity and community enhancement. The Church was an important ally to the House Edmund ever since the adoption of Marianne Edmund but Odette has greatly improved their relationship and the House is a regular contributor to the Eastern Church. The Margrave dotes on her whenever they are together and it isn’t uncommon to see them laughing quietly together as they walk the grounds of their home.

House Relations

• House Riegan: With shared trade routes and a monopoly on the northern coast of the Alliance, House Riegan and House Edmund have been close allies for centuries. What benefits one usual benefits both so the Dukes of both Houses have strived to remain on good terms through the years. Beaufort counts Rodolph among his closest friends.
• House Goneril: House Edmund has historically supported the Gonerills because of their involvement in defending the borders of the Alliance against Almyrian invasion. However, the recent Duke Gonerill has lost some of their faith as he takes and tosses wives aside like trinkets. They stopped accepting his wedding invitations four wives ago. House Edmund is currently evaluating which side House has a suitable successor and will plan to support their claim if the current Duke fails to produce a suitable heir.
• House Daphnel: As the newest member of the Roundtable, House Edmund certainly has an interest in House Daphnel’s business. Their desire to change the status quo certainly makes them an attractive investment opportunity and Beaufort is reaching out to see how House Edmund can… help.
• House Gloucester: House Edmund acknowledges that the current Archduke has managed to stabilize the Alliance and those efforts are commendable. However, they have serious doubts that he’s able to take the Alliance further than what it was and are afraid that if the Gloucesters are permitted to maintain power much longer, the Alliance will see a reverse in social and economic progress.

Favorite Food: Two-fish Sauté

Clarissa's Crest power doesn't force people to tell her things. It only keeps them, and her, from lying in a conversation. If a character doesn't want to talk about something, they don't have to or they can tell her that they don't want to talk about it if it does come up.

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

Clarissa von Edmund | Major Crest of the Beast

_{Height: 5'4" || Eye Color: Green}

_{We don't have all day!}

Name

Clarissa von Edmund

Age

18 _{Born the 21st day of the Great Tree Moon, 1477}

Country of Origin

Leicester Alliance

Social Standing

Noble: House Edmund

Crest

Crest of Maurice (Crest of the Beast)
_{Unbeknownst to her, Clarissa's Crest passively compels honesty from both those she speaks with and herself.}

Starting Class

Monk

Weapon of Choice

White Magic (Sword secondary)

Strengths

Faith and Authority

Weaknesses

Lance and Axe

Starting Spells

Heal
Nosferatu

Personality

Bold and impulsive, Clarissa Edmund is an aggressively outspoken proponent of her beliefs. The first to disregard the pretense of deliberation, Clarissa refuses empty flattery and circular arguing in favor of constructive criticism advancing her agenda. Her stance on issues is rarely unknown and she operates without the veneer of secrecy her political peers are so well known for. It’s her opinion that transparency is the fundamental value of trust and that only those with ill intention gain anything from secrecy. As such, she throws herself entirely into whatever she considers worthwhile, sure in her steps and steadfast in her convictions, and rarely double guesses her decisions.

Unlike her mother who draws on the serenity of Seiros, Clarissa’s faith only fans the flames of her passion. She speaks glowingly of the establishment anytime the subject comes up, fully committed to the Church’s message of peace, forgiveness, and charity, and is quick to turn against those who speak ill of it. The Alliance’s neutrality with the Church has always bothered her—after all, Fodlan only stayed together thanks to the guidance of Archbishop Rhea—and she fully plans to support an expansion of the Church's influence in the Alliance.

History

The first born daughter of Beaufort and Odette Edmund, Clarissa Edmund seemed destined to be cut from the same cloth as her father: energetic, loud, and brash even as a baby. She spent her life proving everyone right. She spent her early years at her father’s knee, adopting his love for horseback riding, sailing, and swordplay during their outings and picking up the nuances of Edmund oration in the process. Each evening after lessons, the pair would slip away to Clarissa’s favorite spot in the family estate that overlooked the harbor and would talk about her studies and the world at large over a pot of mint tea.

Her mother however, maintained an incredibly strict lifestyle for Clarissa when she wasn’t with her father. Born with a minor Crest of the Beast, Odette wept when she learned Clarissa inherited a Major Crest. Marianne Edmund’s adoption tainted the family line with the cursed Crest and her influence still shaped how the family handled the Crest three hundred years later. Odette limited her interaction with anyone outside of the core staff and immediate family and immersed Clarissa in Church activity. She believed that only faith and piety could combat the Crest’s malignant effects. She kept the truth of the Crest away from Clarissa as long as she could and it worked for a while.

However, the birth of her younger brother afforded her an opportunity to escape her mother’s limitations. With Beaufort as her ally, Clarissa won independent outings to the Church for a weekly social gathering of children her age with the condition that a trusted family friend, Bishop Jehan, would act as her chaperone. The man had the patience of Saint Cethleann herself and handled her million questions with ease. Her social group consisted mostly of the children of wealthy merchants and she quickly established her reputation as a leader, taking responsibility for the group and their activities. She molded the group in the image of Odette’s charity work and focused primarily on assisting those without money by fixing garments and blankets for free. While she didn’t particularly care for the work, it was something she hadn’t been allowed to do before and she quite liked having friends.

She was content with her life and limited interactions until her 11th year, after the disastrous mock battle between House Gloucester and House Ordelia. Her father explained why the House had lost their seat: The House was on its last legs and survived solely on the support from others in the Alliance. As unfortunate as it was, a House needed to be powerful in its own right to sit at the table. The unease at the decision still festered inside her and unable to find the words to express why, she lashed out at her family, at her father for a horrible decision and at her mother for her absurd restrictions.

A screaming match with her mother revealed the true nature of her Crest. Clarissa fled after that, running to the only place she considered safe anymore and broke down in tears in front of Jehan. It took several long, awkward, and emotional conversations with the Bishop but eventually she found what had been unsettling her about the issue. The curse her family supposedly bore was a punishment for those who had no hand, no voice, in the decision their ancestor made, just like Duke Ordiela’s family had no choice in his decision to murder a fellow Lord. Her questions bordered on heretical, demanding why the Goddess would punish innocents for the acts of others. The bishop came up with an elegant solution: a Major Crest manifesting in her must mean the Goddess has given her the chance to redeem her bloodline. Clarissa clung desperately to that and shortly before her 13th birthday, she stepped out of her turmoil a new person.

Gone was the girl who would quietly accept her fate. Instead, Clarissa Edmund walked out as the heiress apparent of the Margravate of Edmund and she made sure it was known. It caused friction with her mother but Clarissa swept past that with her new found confidence. She reclaimed her social group that had been abandoned at the revelation of her curse, grew it, and began doubling down on her lessons. She accompanied her father to the Roundtable and took notes and developed questions for them to discuss later at their nightly meetings. She even attended a recent Roundtable on her own when he fell ill; she established her reputation quickly when one of them tried to exploit her age and she flew into an impassioned speech on the importance of change and progress and warned against letting hard fought wisdom turn to stagnation. After that she knew her next course of action clearly: Leading the Leicester Alliance. Her father supported her aspirations and enrolled her in Garrag Mach’s Officers Academy with the goal to strengthen the support she’d need to make the claim.

Trivia

House Info

Since it’s invitation to join the Roundtable of the Alliance after House Daphnel’s tragic inner conflict depriving them of their historic strength, House Edmund capitalized on and expanded its fair and equal trade policies that cemented the region’s economic success and bolstered the House’s influential voice. The growth of these policies demanded a rigorous focus on industrial growth and the development of skilled artisans and as such, House Edmund’s armed forces are significantly smaller than most of the other Houses of the alliances. Their contributions to the Alliance revolve heavily around the House’s financial resources, including funding the maintenance and improvement of Fodlan’s Locket, and levying the economic well being of the maritime routes connecting the Alliance to the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. Their economic strength and stability are the result of an aggressive continuation of the fair trade policies they adapted early on in the Alliance’s days.Their policies focus on growing the means of production; ranging from incentivizing apprenticeships to both increase the labor pool and reduce poverty to subsidizing the cost to gather raw product.

Stemming from their economic progressivism (not to mention their lack of military might), the Margrave Edmund is always known as a skilled orator and the current one is no exception. Beaufort Edmund is a passionate voice at the Roundtables, often the first to push for the expansion of their own trade policies into other parts of the Alliance, and emphasizes the importance that the other Houses follow in House Edmund’s footsteps to expand the Alliance’s economic influence in the Empire. His passion for the well being of the citizens of the Alliance is apparent every time he brings a new social issue to the table, from the stagnation of the lower class to the archaic view that nobles are somehow purer or better than those who support them, and he is quick to rise against House Gloucester’s self absorbed, entitled, and snobbish beliefs.

His wife, Odette Edmund, is almost the complete opposite of her husband. She holds herself well and often comes off as aloof and cool but in reality is just introverted and quiet. Odette is a devoted member of the Eastern Church of Seiros, regularly using Edmund resources to promote its teachings through charity and community enhancement. The Church was an important ally to the House Edmund ever since the adoption of Marianne Edmund but Odette has greatly improved their relationship and the House is a regular contributor to the Eastern Church. The Margrave dotes on her whenever they are together and it isn’t uncommon to see them laughing quietly together as they walk the grounds of their home.

House Relations

• House Riegan: With shared trade routes and a monopoly on the northern coast of the Alliance, House Riegan and House Edmund have been close allies for centuries. What benefits one usual benefits both so the Dukes of both Houses have strived to remain on good terms through the years. Beaufort counts Rodolph among his closest friends.
• House Goneril: House Edmund has historically supported the Gonerills because of their involvement in defending the borders of the Alliance against Almyrian invasion. However, the recent Duke Gonerill has lost some of their faith as he takes and tosses wives aside like trinkets. They stopped accepting his wedding invitations four wives ago. House Edmund is currently evaluating which side House has a suitable successor and will plan to support their claim if the current Duke fails to produce a suitable heir.
• House Daphnel: As the newest member of the Roundtable, House Edmund certainly has an interest in House Daphnel’s business. Their desire to change the status quo certainly makes them an attractive investment opportunity and Beaufort is reaching out to see how House Edmund can… help.
• House Gloucester: House Edmund acknowledges that the current Archduke has managed to stabilize the Alliance and those efforts are commendable. However, they have serious doubts that he’s able to take the Alliance further than what it was and are afraid that if the Gloucesters are permitted to maintain power much longer, the Alliance will see a reverse in social and economic progress.

Favorite Food: Two-fish Sauté

Clarissa's Crest power doesn't force people to tell her things. It only keeps them, and her, from lying in a conversation. If a character doesn't want to talk about something, they don't have to or they can tell her that they don't want to talk about it if it does come up.

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Danny Kingston

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Location: Framework, BG3
Skills: Pyrokinesis, Hotshot

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“‘ey, if I don't try, we won't know.” Danni shrugged in response to Diana. “I wonder if t'ere is a screenshot function. Hey, Arcade! If you can ‘ear me, can you like, tell me ‘ow ta take a pic? I wanna memorize t'is for after we kick your butt! Hopefully Arcade wasn't a total stick in the mud.

“Okay, so we're in a giant flesh ship and now we're on t'e way ta a mad scientist lab wit’ eldritch brain ‘orros. Fantastic, fantastic.” Danni nodded as Mads explained the situation. “I am very, very down for Leah takin’ ‘its. No offense, but I don't wanna brain foot t’in’ touchin’ me. It can't be good for my skin.” Danni scooted up behind Leah and tried to see around her, very much wanting to see the weird brain thing.

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Danny Kingston

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Location: Framework, BG3
Skills: Pyrokinesis, Hotshot

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“‘ey, Spicy came out alright! I got ‘im a new coat and everyt'in’!” Danni protested, annoyed that they were digging into ancient history. Percy was never in any danger. And Danni intended to drive that point home but the scene changed again. Danni rolled his eyes as they settled in.

“Arcade, t'is little scene shift is cool once but twice so quickly is… uninspired, ‘onestly.” Danni shook his head, crossing his arms. Though, upon looking around for the rest of his friends…

“Omg, y'all look so cool! Arcade, t’e character design, flawless. Almost makes up for t’e borin’ level change mechanic! I gotta take a pic, Dee would def wanna see Spicy like t'is. Let me just find…” Danni patted down his pockets but paused as he realized his hands were a little different. Red scales covered his fingers and ran up his arms, and he immediately lost interest in taking a picture of everyone and instead focused trying to look at all of himself. Scales were everywhere he patted. Danni was stunned.

“Guys, guys, guys. I’m gunna freak out ‘ere. All t'is work, all t'ese years of skin care and everything is fuckin’ covered by scales? T'is so fuckon’ cool!!! I'm a dragon!” Danni cheered as his turn rolled around. He skirted around the edge if the room and took arm, bracing himself as he let loose a cone of flames towards the imps, cheering again as one caught flame and collapsed. He pouted as His other attempts failed but hey, at least he got one!

Testing well everything!

Danny Kingston

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Location: Framework, BG3
Skills: Pyrokinesis, Hotshot

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“‘ey, Spicy came out alright! I got ‘im a new coat and everyt'in’!” Danni protested, annoyed that they were digging into ancient history. Percy was never in any danger. And Danni intended to drive that point home but the scene changed again. Danni rolled his eyes as they settled in.

“Arcade, t'is little scene shift is cool once but twice so quickly is… uninspired, ‘onestly.” Danni shook his head, crossing his arms. Though, upon looking around for the rest of his friends…

“Omg, y'all look so cool! Arcade, t’e character design, flawless. Almost makes up for t’e borin’ level change mechanic! I gotta take a pic, Dee would def wanna see Spicy like t'is. Let me just find…” Danni patted down his pockets but paused as he realized his hands were a little different. Red scales covered his fingers and ran up his arms, and he immediately lost interest in taking a picture of everyone and instead focused trying to look at all of himself. Scales were everywhere he patted. Danni was stunned.

“Guys, guys, guys. I’m gunna freak out ‘ere. All t'is work, all t'ese years of skin care and everything is fuckin’ covered by scales? T'is so fuckon’ cool!!! I'm a dragon!” Danni cheered as his turn rolled around. He skirted around the edge if the room and took arm, bracing himself as he let loose a cone of flames towards the imps, cheering again as one caught flame and collapsed. He pouted as His other attempts failed but hey, at least he got one!

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

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Location: Super Mario Land
Skills: N/A

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The surroundings began to shift around them, which in and of itself was extremely cool to watch. Dorian was used to loading into the arenas Pre set, he never got to watch them change before his very eyes. It felt like being in one of those old movies or stories about people who first entered Virtual Reality. He now stood on a narrow platform, stretching down far with overhead blocks a few feet away and creatures even further in the distance. He'd noticed Zari was missing at first, but the wonderment of it all made that thought fade away. Besides maybe she was taking her time loading up, or using her powers to make a grand entrance. Who was he to stop a little flare?

The scene shift took Danni by surprise, grabbing on Dee with a yelp in case the ground also fell out from beneath them. “Okay, okay, okay. So what's t'is? Some oldie version of t'e racin’ game? We gunna have cars too? Bad news, I'm a ‘orrible driver. I don't even ‘ave a permitt!” Danni muttered, taking in the surroundings suspiciously.

As the music began to play, Dorian instantly recognized it. They were in a Mario game. He'd played some of them through by popular request on his stream. Using his VR to make himself Mario for Retro Night that stream, even though his outfit during the stream was from another retro game. ”Ed, er, Arcade, Chère, I'm not one to question tactical genius, but is a platformer really the best trainin’ for us to do to beat t’e Young Avengers?” He noticed Percy's clothes had changed to something more… revealing than Percy ever would have worn. Looking down he saw his outfit had [url=cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/813132… too. He had a purple shirt, black vest, black leather pants, a white ascot with a gem piece and gold and white coat that draped down to his knee high boots. A golden crown sat atop his head and his sword had been altered into a scepter.

”Woah! Am I King Boo?! Forget what I said about t’is idea. I love it now!!! Just t’e break we needed before some serious trainin’ afterwards. And the Die in Game Die in Life bit? Perfect for makin’ sure we aren't more reckless than we'd be outside of system.”

Danni loosened up as the others charged into the fight, but what caught his interest were the outfit changes. “Oooh, Cadie whipped us up some fashion too! I love t’e Princess squad look ‘ere for t'e triad. And Dee, you’re such a ‘andsome ‘auntling! Spicy, loosin’ up a bit I see, I likey, I likey. You should stick wit’ t’is once we’re done wit’ trainin’! Oooh, and a shy guy t'ats awesome! Zelds, you're lookin’ great up t'ere sweetie! I call dibs on ridin’ ‘er shoulders tho!” Danni loved the changes and he took a moment to check himself out. He had black spiky wrist and arm bands, a black spiked choker, a black tank top, grey jeans, and…

“Omg, I ‘ave ‘orns!” Danni hopped up and down excitedly. “Dee, Dee, Dee, Dee I ‘ave ‘orns!”

Dorian turned to look at Danni, taking in how his outfit had changed as well. ”Oh! King Kuppo! You got ‘is ‘orns!!!” He exclaimed in between excited giggling. ”Look at us! A pair of Kings! I'm t'e ghost king and you t'e king of t'e Kuppos. T'is is great!!! T'ough…we should probably ‘elp t'em out a bit non?” He said as he pointed his scepter towards everyone fighting the oncoming threat of Goombas. He'd fully forgotten about Percy's request to attempt a phase out, too excited for what lay in store. ”If mushrooms are still in game. Does t'at mean we can find One-Ups? Gain more lives? What's t'e rules ‘ere?”

“Oooo, well Shy Guy t'ere can ‘ave some lightnin’ so maybe we can still use our stuff?” Danni suggested, sticking his tongue out as he closed one eye and fired off a fire blast.

Or at least tried to. Instead, a little fire flower popped up with a little noise and Danni screamed, the fire going wide. “What in t’e world?!” Danni screeched, waving the flower around. “What is t’is? Like, I know what it is, don’t explain it to me Dee, but Cadie, what t’e ‘ell! T’at’s not cool, messin’ wit’ my fire!”

Dorian had intended to help Danni out with the onslaught against the Goombas. Pressing his fingers to his temples in an attempt to use his telekinetic powers that had awoken a small while back. Objects tended to go flying whenever he had a meltdown but they'd just chalked it up to his ghost powers, it's why he chose the name Poltergeist. But now he was learning to attempt to control them. Danni’s reaction, however, caused him to lose all concentration and burst out laughing as a small flower appeared in Danni's hand. He wiped a tear from his eye as he saw the flames go wide.

”Oh t’at's rich. It's a fire flower D. T'ough typically you ingest it and gain fire powers but I guess since you already ‘ave t'em it's acting more as an item or conduit for t'em. Which means…we got game rules.” This time Dorian decided to hold his new scepter out like a wand. Pointing the gem towards the Goombas to try and bind them in place. Psionic energy began to radiat in pixels with a haunting 2-bit sound around the scepter and then again around the Goombas leaving a faint ghostly green outline around its pixelated silhouette. ”King Kuppo I got ‘em! Flame on! Wait is t'at copyrighted?”

“Dee, I just told ya not ta explain it ta me.” Danni groaned, but held out the fire flower again and closed one eye to take better aim. A little bouncing fire ball blasted out and slammed into the glowing Goomba, who disappeared in a pixel burst. “We did it, we did it! Take t'at Cadie!” Danni cheered, doing a little victory dance as he waved the flower around excitedly.

”D&D 1 Cadie 0! It's gonna take more t'an Goombas to take us down!” Dorian exclaimed as he made his way over to Danni and hooked arms with him dancing around in a circle before stopping before him and putting his hands up for a double high five.

“Yeah, might as well brin’ on t'e big boss already!” Danni taunted, Giving Dee the double high five.

Avatar: The White Jade Gambit

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The Knotwood Fishery

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A pillar of earth erupted next to the stumbling soldier just before the larger wave slammed into him and he managed to regain his footing. The capitan stepped forward, unimpressed with both his own men and the gangly waterbender, as the other scrambled to his feet. Two air benders and a water bender doing everything they could to defend this little ship - the intel was correct this time. Finally, someone is doing their job right.

“Fetch the girl and the air benders. I’ll deal with this one.” The captain barked, immediately striking the pillar and sending three large stones hurling at Huo from every side. The other two saluted and bolted after the air benders, hopelessly out paced but working towards finding their comrades further in town.

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Lazhou Alleys

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The blazing flames did not go unnoticed. Shouts echoed down the street and people surged away from the area, including the poor owner of the rug who hastily snatched it out of the fire’s reach, as smoke billowed out of the alley’s mouth. The soldiers charged the flames, shoving their way through the crowd as they tried to navigate it with the grace of a bull in a china shop.

Two of them barely paused to pull on rocky armor as they charged through the flames, breaking through the burning crates with no care for if the flames spread, while the third flipped a plate of rock on top of the blaze to smother it. The two dropped their armor as they looked around, prepared for a fight as they continued forward cautiously.

“Oye, you.” The third soldier barked at Jin. “Did you see a woman with a lily blade run through here, or the fire bender who set blaze?”

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Black Eel Inn

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The woman stretched as she shifted from her perch out front the Black Eel Inn. She grimaced at the awkward pop in her shoulder, but shook it off. The excitement out front the Fishery was nearly wrapped up; the total abandonment of the water bender took her by surprise. Leaving the boy to deal with a hardened military man by himself was a cruel task; either his friend was confident in his skills or he didn’t know enough about the bender to stay back. Still, her part was played it seemed and so she’d finally take a moment to relax.

“May I have this game, friend?” She asked the old man at the Pia Sho table, waving down someone to fetch her a drink. She’d barely waited for the old man’s response as she brought out her own pieces, her red Rhododendron well worn.

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Danny Kingston

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Location: Stark Hall - 5th Floor
Skills: N/A
Fit: Ninja Workout

Danni hummed as they made their way to the gym. Ed was a brilliant, brilliant mastermind and Danni wondered if they'd be able to sneak out for joint training sessions more often - he always liked a bigger group and this was gonna have so many awesome people! He hurried to the changing rooms, swapped into the suit, and dove right into the Framework with no preamble.

“Aw, yeah, startin’ in t'e arena!” Danni did a little wiggle and a spin to make sure everything worked right and slid right up to Beanie. “Beanie, Beanie, Beanie! Finally, some trainin’ wit'out Poisson-Pas ‘ere ta sneak a nasty surprise inta t'e route. T'ough, you t'ink Ed did t'e samet'in’? Like, maybe laced the ground wit’ landmines or ‘as invisible walls so we run face first inta t'em? Maybe t'is is all a big ol’ ruse and Ed wants some revenge or somet'in’. Oh,through, we tots need ta ‘ang out soon! I got some tea ta spill and you're gunna love it!” Danni laughed, wiggling excitedly as they waited for more.

“Oh dang it, t'at reminds me. Maaaaaaaads!” Danni skipped to her, hanging off her shoulders. “Okay, I know t'e library gave me a cool book about a different dimension ta learn ‘bout dragons, but can you ‘elp me find somet’in’ a little closer ta ‘ome it’ more info? Idk ‘ow long we'd be gone if we did all t'at travel stuff, but I don’t wanna hurt the baby and I really don't know what I'm doin’!”

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Danny Kingston

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Location: Stark Hall - 5th Floor
Skills: N/A
Fit: Ninja Workout

Danni dreamed about the Contest of Champions since he knew what it was. He thought about beating out the Young Avengers, he thought about the the popularity, he thought about the fun. “T'is isn't fair! All t'e superhero movies do like, a montage for training. ‘ow was I supposed ta be prepared for t'is torture routine?! T’is lack of sleep is killin’ my skin - ‘ow am I supposed ta fight crime and keep up with my socials if my skin is ‘alf way ta flakin’ off. Danni grumbled into his pillow, having pushed aside his excessive pile of homework off to the side in favor of laying face down on his bed. “And Spicy, stop bein’ so productive while you're here. You're makin’ me feel like I should like, do my homework or study or somet’in’ and I do not wanna. T'at's a future Danni problem.”

He fished his phone out as he felt it vibrate, sticking his tongue out as he typed his response.

Dee and Princess

Yeeeees. We'll see ya in the hallway!”

He kicked his feet, the excitement that inevitably swept him up into better moods bubbling up, and rolled off the bed into a crouch. “Dee, Spicy, Princess and Mads are settin’ out. We gotta go! Time ta kick some virtual butt!” Danni cheered, taking a second to tie his shoes and then skipping out into the hallway. Since they had to be ninjas, he'd decided to go wear black, different shades of course because who would ever mix up pitch blank, midnight black, and ink black, but black enough that it'll look black as they're climbing the side of the building and rappelling back down in their attempts to avoid the teachers.