Blizz

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Do we have a tech guy?

Edit: Nevermind, you do. Heya Blizz!

...I got an Empath?

@Mistress Dizzy

YOU

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

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Jack Hawthorne

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Location: Limbo
Skills: Supernatural Lore
Spells:
Outfit

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Even as the horses butted in, there clearly wasn’t much knowledge on Witchfire between the five of them. As they trotted along, their scenery warped further. It was largely quiet, and Jack had enough time to notice the aching feeling from his wounds begin to grow a little loud. He briefly considered uncorking the alien alcohol he still had in a pocket, but decided against that in the presence of a kid. Besides, he’d only launch into a ran about time travel in response to Klara’s input if he was intoxicated. Just as it became boring, the sounds of a distant battle could be heard. Alarmingly, Jack could visibly see traces of magic, and a violent light fill a battlefield which he was nearing with Carolina and Klara. They weren’t in a condition to fight as a group, thought Jack could reasonably banish a few assailants if the need arose.

”That must be our destination,” And their destination it was, for as they finally came upon the castle, there stood a grand total of six Sorcerer Surpemes, for nine in total. It was going to be one of those days. An old woman who seemed dreadfully fatigued, some vaguely familiar twinkish guy who looked like a comic book necromancer… Anong them were his former companions. ”Annika! Madalyne! There you are, where is Ananym?”

Unfortunately, that question would have to be put on hold for a moment, as the woman of the hour was addressing the crowd. A blonde, ominous woman who didn’t look like a future version of Ananym. Could his theory be wrong? Anything was possible where Limbo and the future were involved. Jack was a touch surprised when Ananym seemed to recognize her. ”You know her?” He stepped off of Mercymorn, taking a moment to thank the horses for their effort. Standing beside them and his human travel companions, Jack studied this Witchfire. She certainly seemed to be the intelligent type of imposing, with how collected she was. No one became a person of renown in Limbo without a story. The dethroning of a powerful wizard, a tale of conquest- People feared the woman they were all addressed by for a reason, even if that reason wasn’t apparent.

She was offering them all tea, when her forces came out in full forces against the other would-be Sorcerer Supremes. An interesting change of pace, but one he wasn’t in a place to comment on due to arriving this late. Knowing that this was Limbo, he wasn’t inclined to trust Witchfire, or anyone for that matter, not to slip poison into the cup. At the very least, the tea wouldn’t curse him.

”You… Lady Witchfire.” He elected to address the woman directly, and as professionally as he could. This could be delicate. ”Your offer is generous. I simply must ask, though- And this may sound strange. Do I seem familiar to you? The whims of fate suggest that to were once someone I knew, and fate can be strange in Limbo.” That wasn’t a lie, Jack’s history was rather whimsical, after all. Jack was, of course, referring to his theory that Witchfire was an older Ananym- She could’ve learned shapeshifting magic, or inhabited another body through necromancy. He wouldn’t know just by looking at her, though. If he happened to be correct, then this night may be somewhat easier.

Avengers Academy 💥

Leah Jordan

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Location: Training Room B
Gear: Combat armor, rune pouch
Skills: Hand-to-Hand Combat
Today’s Fit

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It was a good thing that Vicky called out her safety to Leah. She didn't have to spring for what Leah was affectionately calling Plan Z for the time being, and best of all, the enemy team seemed to miss the last part. Leah was preparing to move and work on crowd control when she saw Vicky suddenly flying forward into the reach of Rada, only to be flung far back and be wallbanged off of Zari. Some-fucking-how, Zari was still standing despite being his by Ultron's little sister. It must've been her divine bullshit shining through and being useful for once. Either way, they'd both live. She heard a bolt of lightning crack, and turned to see Ed and Jyoti bickering, just in time for Diana to fire an arrow up at Jyoti's leg. She was taken care of, Abby was still reeling, and that left one person in particular for Leah to deal with.

The one person on their team that Leah knew she didn't need to hold back against.

With those two out of the way, it meant that there was a clear shot between Leah and Rada. Honestly, it was perfect timing. The mud was beginning to make the terrain difficult, and it was her terrain. She brought the course events down this road, and supported her team as best she could. They had all fought to a breaking point now, with the heroes having two people out for the count and one struggling to breathe. Their spirit was faltering, Leah could see that with Rada's sudden change in tactics.

Perhaps it would be foolish, and perhaps Vicky would give her hell for it later, but she felt like she was in the best situation to take out Rada. Someone had to apply pressure. If they let the “heroes” find their footing, they could regroup and hit with cohesion. So, Leah charged. She blitzed the tin woman, struggling to keep her balance on the slowly worsening mud slick she created, and leapt into the air. Her feet went up into a drop kick. Her metal boots slammed straight into Rada’s shoulder, with a loud CLANG and Leah felt a jolt of pain shoot up her side. It wasn’t a pulled muscle, but she’d likely be feeling that for fucking days. It was like getting hit by a crowbar, and Leah hit the dirt, realizing that Rada just absorbed every last joule of energy she could work up. Worst of all, she saw her hair whip across Rada’s face as she fell. She was unphased by it.

Fuck.

Leah quickly slammed her hands together, in an attempt to cause a sinkhole to form under Rada’s feet. But the mud being soaked with water made her grasp on things difficult. For the same reason Leah knew she couldn’t apply her powers to lava, the mud didn’t split into a chasm under Rada’s feet. It did, however, turn to sand. Sand that would eventually become more mud. That was tolerable at the very least, since someone that heavy would probably sink quicker.

Hindsight was 20/20, and in hindsight, this was just a gamble. A gamble that Leah should have made sure she was prepared to lose, because she just lost it in arm’s reach of Rada. She couldn’t resort to blows with someone like this- Leah was a tank and Rada was an aircraft carrier. She had to stay back and think of a better strategy. Leah could outsmart an opponent, but not like this. But if she turned and ran, Rada would just pull her back.

She had Rada’s attention, so she needed to keep it.

”Let me guess… Vibranium?”

While she tried to “distract” Rada, Leah steadily tried to reach deeper into the ground than the rain had soaked. The bedrock was stone and concrete, not sand. If she could force some of it to spire up, it could make the terrain worse for Rada… And give Leah something else to work with that wasn’t the distant wall.

”My hair shreds most metals like foam, and you’re fine. That’s impressive.” She moved into a boxer stance, hoping it would provoke the girl’s confidence in a fist fight.

Held roll

Leah is trying to buy time to dig up some solid stone from beneath the mud, and shape it around Rada to form a cage like the golem. She wants the cage to be a little claustrophobic, if possible, to give Rada less chance to swing her arms at full momentum.

Calling battlefield manip for this

Avengers Academy 💥

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Leah Jordan

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Location: Training Room B
Gear: Combat armor, rune pouch
Skills: Hand-to-Hand Combat
Today’s Fit

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She tried to keep the wall up. She tried. But they breached it like a missile. There wasn’t much more she could do in that case, but Leah was about to try and turn the ground to quicksand. She thought that maybe she could hold them off log enough to Diana and Victoria to get into some sort of firing formation, maybe hit them while they got stuck. But that didn’t happen, because Leah was suddenly HURLED back against the wall behind the golem, the cage and- What were those tiny lights? Her back hit the wall and knocked the air from her lungs. Leah didn’t have time to take in a full breath though, because another person was knocked straight into her. Abby, the one who turned out the lights. They tumbled into her like a bowling ball.

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The lights.

Vicky

Shit.

Was she being drained right now? Was Vicky an unknowable small moment away fork shutting off and being fucking killed? Abby didn’t know, and Leah couldn’t just stop the whole shebang and unVEIL her right then and there. The thought crossed her mind in a split second, but then what would happen? No, Leah had to act quick. If this fucking gender battery accidentally killed her friend, then she’d go down the path of Gold Morning and no one would be safe. So, Leah acted quick as a whip, jumping up and slamming a thunderous gut punch into Abby. With her metal armor and the fact that she was called Jotunn for a reason, Abby didn’t put up much resistance. Abby’s ribs just barely held up, barely.

”STAY. DOWN!!!” Leah roared at Abby, solely because her blood was pumping. Anyone directly next to her would feel the floor jolt slightly. She felt genuinely afraid that Vicky might just fall over dead and irrationally took this out verbally on the… Mutant? In front of her. Leah could’ve followed up with another haymaker for good measure. But they didn’t appear to be standing up again.

”SHIELDMAIDEN! STAY NEAR ME!” Leah wasn’t team leader, or even second-in-command. But right now she felt the need, the dire need to make sure she was near Vicky at all costs. This skirmish just became a potential death trap for her friend. She knew exactly what to do if Vicky began to feel weak or warned her. An ace that no one on the enemy team would expect by now, a Hail Mary. Whatever. This was serious now.

She turned her attention and adrenaline to Sveva and Rada.

Roll request

Leah wants to turn the ground between the hostage and the wall she made to quicksand. The plan is to have Sveva and Rada be stuck in it while they’re running.

Skills: Area Denial and Battlefield Manipulatiom

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

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Jack Hawthorne

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Location: Limbo
Skills: Supernatural Lore
Spells:
Outfit

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"...Witchfire?"

Why did that name sound so familiar to him? Jack took the human skin saddle, and spent a few moments attaching into the Mercymorn. It had been a lifetime since he had been around any beast who needed one, so it was awkward at first, but he got the straps fixed around her in due time. Quietly, he contemplated the name while climbing up to ride. "Yes... Take us to Witchfire. She'll be able to help us sort this situation out. I think." When Carolina got on, they rode, and Jack delved into his mind to unearth whatever memory he was thinking of. The horses seemed to know the way themselves, and it gave him the space to think in peace. The name Witchfire had some sort of importance in Limbo, so he should be able to know it, but why didn't he?

"I know that name from somewhere."

The last time Jack was in Limbo, he found himself at a table in Belasco's sanctum. He was in the middle of a card game, where the demonic Sorcerer Supreme had boldly wagered an anthology of incredibly rare books native to his home. Jack, being a man of impeccable reason and self-preservation, challenged the bet by putting own soul up for grabs. Over a dozen demons watched the match unfold, with two thirds of them feeling tempted to jump across the table and kill Jack where he sat. To Belasco's credit, he was able to keep his demonic servants in check, but not fast enough to notice that Jack had shunted the entire deck into his pocket. The table was fraught with howling, flared tempers and egos bristling against one another. But Jack was as cool as a mountain's summit. Poker was not Belasco's strong suit, but Jack considered himself a somewhat decent teacher, so the late Sorcerer Supreme seemed to grasp the basics well enough that he'd rather beat a human at his own game. Alas, Jack omitted the number one rule of playing any card game against someone possessed of magical talent: Don't do it.

Jack won the game, cheating in ways most humans would deem utterly impossible, and made off with the entire collection. Belasco did not realize he had been scammed out of a soul for at least three days. When Jack returned to the Everdark, he and Nochalla read through them all. They were wonderful additions to his library. One book was a chronical of Limbo's future days yet to come... One of them mentioned Witchfire. But the book was so full of footnotes and singed pages that Jack couldn't possibly make out anything further than the fact that she was someone of great important to Belasco. Someone he took pride in, a person who he could trust to-

"Ananym-" He turned and faced the two he was travelling with. "I knew I recognized that name from somewhere. I can't say for certain, but I believe I know Witchfire personally. Though, if I'm correct, she goes by a different name in this time. Are either of you familiar with a pitiful fool named Belasco? He was the previous Sorcerer Supreme of Limbo, and I suspect Witchfire is his daughter."

Based on what he could guess from, Witchfire could've been Ananym. But she also could've been Magik, Belasco's unwilling apprentice. Or someone entirely unknown to him- He didn't care for Belasco's personal escapades that much. "I have always had a great distaste for time travel, but it seems we're all being pushed from our comfort zones tonight."

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

^ this

It’s incredibly accessible for making characters with the sheer volume of them. And it’s a billion times more ethical than using AI “art” since character portrayal is exactly what picrews are for

The Gifted (Reborn)

And to add onto that, it wouldn’t be particularly hard to avoid plagiarizing. Superhuman rps are a bit of a mainstay here on this site. There’s a lot.

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

does this mean we're gonna have THREE bikers running around if she copies Hazel? Hazel's boutta get mad lmfao

The Gifted (Reborn)

It's more that our gm has kinda been nowhere to be found, so we're not really sure what to do lol

The Gifted (Reborn)