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Bumping this

We've still got room for a couple of players if anyone would like to join

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

@Estylwen

Hey, remember me?

Got a character in the works, dude who took to wandering the All-Verse after the coven fell off. He spent some time in the Void and learned some weird magic there (possibly) and your character has a thing with the void. So I'm to conspire since there's potential for a dynamic there if you're interested

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Alright you talked me into it

Worm: Earth Drega

We got space for one more person if anyone's been lurking

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

Velhass didn’t want to be like the stories that Shirik told him. The thought mages who took hold of a person’s mind, manipulated them like bricks in a wall, and then died at the hands of an Inquisitor for trying to use his magic.

Velhass did not want to be disrespectful to the person who took him in, taught him what magic was, and kept him safe. Shirik was owed that much, at the very least. But seeing how aggressive Shirik felt when he just mentioned their old friend, whose memories came through like water from a river… It hurt.

It had been days since Shirik exploded in his face, and neither of them brought it up again. It was a boundary, and thus far neither of them explicitly had boundaries. They trusted one another, kept each other company when the nights grew colder, and hunted together every day. Shirik had done so much for Velhass in so little time, and it hurt not being able to do anything good for them in return.

He thought to himself, perhaps if Shirik were to forget whatever heavy memories they had, that made it so difficult for them to feel peace, then maybe they would live life a little easier.

But then Shirik would know. Shirik knew everything.

What was the point of such power, if not to use it for the good of others? Shirik used their magic to cook and give Velhass warmth. Even the Inquisitors used their magic to protect. But if they tried to hurt someone, they’d be hurt too. Would he be hurt if they were hurt badly enough? Maybe not, but Shirik would be.

And Velhass knew that Shirik wouldn’t look at him the same way after that.

But it would be so easy…

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Shirik noted that Silbermine wasn’t directly answering their question, stating that his people knew the hills very well, but not where they had scouted lately. They took that to mean he was hiding something. Of course he was. All the lords in the land had designs on their realms, and the Glen nobility of yesteryear were no different. ”Yes… I once chased a fallen moon across the fields of Narkant. You would have been hardly a green-horned whelp, it was long ago. The moon fell from the heavens, abandoning her two sisters in the sky, and all the warriors of the kingdom failed to find little more than dust upon the grass.” Many of Shirik’s stories were fantastical, but held a more than a kernel of truth in them. They made their tales capture an audience, without diminishing the events that did happen. They were also, however, spouting absolute bullshit at the moment just to make Silbermine look like a dumbass in front of every person present. Kanth-Aremek never had a third moon.

”They set it fell into the Driddic Sovereignty, and tore open the earth, leaving behind a chasm greater than the deepest oceans, and darker than a moonless night.” There was an old rumor about a “Great Chasm” in the land of the Driisu. But it was just tbat- A rumor.

Shirik didn’t pay much mind to the Glen lord’s bragging of the Running, they were far above such squabblings. The humans, however, might be found some novelty in the idea. So when the Glen all began their knightly chant, Shirik switched languages as well. ”Glen song. Old, annoying. He is hiding something. Your ship remains, maybe.” It wouldn’t do to converse with the humans in such a manner when the Glen weren’t distracted. While they were all singing, Shirik wanted to take the time to confirm their fears to Ixtaro. Silbermine might’ve found something already, but isn’t saying so.

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

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Jack Hawthorne

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Location: Limbo
Skills:
Spells: Shadow Scythe
Outfit

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The blade of his scythe glided through the demon's neck as if it were but paper, and Jack could not help but feel the temptation to swing again, but the demon had fallen limp. Jack looked and witnessed Annika grow much larger, and tearing through the remaining forces. Relief washed over him. He noticed he seemed to be gripping his weapon with white knuckles, and relaxed, taking in a breath and leaning on the scythe. He wasn't in a hurry to get rid of it, knowing more of Witchfire's forces could be right around the corner. The dead body of Madalyne's father held his attention. Jack had seen death in many places, and he did not know Ed. But clearly, he meant something to some of the people present, who now had the burden of remembering him.

"...We will ensure his death is not unanswered for," Jack said to Runa and Madalyne, hoping it would provide some figment of comfort. Everyone passed in time, and some went before others, but it did not diminish the fact that Sym deserved the fate that would no doubt be awaiting him. And Witchfire... Ananym had some explaining to do. With Sym now gone, there were more important matters to attend to.

"You are exactly right," He nodded towards Prudence. "We cannot stay here. We have a matter of hours before the Veil falls to pieces, and our home is torn to ribbons by the monsters of this world. I understand you do not care for this, and I would happily open another portal to send out everyone here who wishes to return home, but interplanar navigation is unreliable at the moment. Here in Limbo, there are natural portals known as Stepping Discs, one of which just happened to have opened at the perfect time for Sym to escape. If you see one, and decide to remove yourself from this situation entirely, simply walk through and they should displace you into any point in physical space, during any point in the past or future."

Prudence didn't seem like the type who wanted to worry about an entire dimension folding in on itself. She gave Jack the impression that she was more concerned with her personal safety, and rightfully so. If she wanted a way out, he wouldn't blame her for taking it.

He then turned to the overall group. "Regardless, an option we may have is searching for Illyana Rasputina. She is the Sorcerer Supreme of Limbo, and Witchfire claims to be the queen of Limbo. A Sorcerer Supreme doesn't simply abdicate the throne, they hold their position of power for as long as they exist. And Miss Rasputina should be the most powerful woman in this entire realm, no less. If she has been replaced by Ana- by Witchfire-" Her name left his voice with a trace of grief, "-Then this side of the Veil is also under threat of crumbling. We need answers, and I would assume she can provide them. Does anyone have any other possible suggestions?"

X-Men: GenetiX

Jean was smart. After all, the worst time to sneak up on a predator was when it was staring down prey. Ryder did feel some sort of gentle wave brush against her mind, as if something passed by without any active intent. If someone was watching them, spying on them, then maybe they’d know better than to walk into a trap now that it was sprung.

Just who the hell did this old man think he was, admitting she was in this “danger room” to avoid further “incidents” and then offering to let her walk around freely without missing a beat.

”I already know where everything important is. The blue guy’s staring at a bunch of metal in some big ass lab, the scruffy one’s sulking about me being here while someone is watching both of us. I CAN FUCKING SENSE YOU, BACK OFF!” Her mind exploded out, sending that last part as a telepathic message to the presence she felt, with all the force of being psychically slapped across the face. By far, it was the most measured reaction anyone had likely seen out of her this whole time, albeit entirely unwarranted.

You’ve got your jet buried under your little “school” and you’ve got more security than a prime minister.”

Xavier had to have seen this coming when he brought her here. Now it was made clear that Ryder had been awake- Or at the very least, active- for a lot longer than what anyone had assumed. It might have been two days since she woke up, or two weeks.

”I’m getting really sick and damn tired of everyone putting me somewhere they think I won’t cause collateral damage. So sure, I’ll fucking walk around, and the first person who even breathes about putting me back here is getting vaporized. I will tear this place out from the ground and throw it into the god damn sun if I think someone’s about to try something funny.”

What Ryder didn’t admit was that keeping herself telekinetically restrained to a bed for so long made her legs ache. And her arms, and pretty much everything on top of the gunshot wound and the stab. So she get like moving around.

Worm: Earth Drega

Vista also got stabbed by March, who would've blown her the fuck up if she didn't use her bullshit shaker 12 powers.

Going by the notably imperfect wiki, Wards are kept restricted largely for their own wellbeing. They're kids, ultimately. Child soldiers, sure, but Kid Win, for example, was never going to be up there with Armsmaster, or Miss Militia, if all he did was get thrown at S-class threats every day. Reason being, he'd either spiral downwards emotionally from that, or he'd just straight up die. Even when parahumans are generally inclined towards combat, they're still people with lives and needs. And it's also not exactly appealing to the public when kids are regularly chasing down threats like Echidna.

But anyway. Bridgewater is in a rough state. At the moment, tensions are low enough that the PRT can reasonably turn their attention to this little pet project of theirs. The measures put in place to break the rules down to their bare minimum were controversial in the bureaucracy, but there were advocates from the Protectorate backing up the director. Enough voices were together on it that the guy in the chair to end all chairs decided "fuck it" and left Bridgewater to sort it out, on the basis of them knowing the situation better than someone half a country away.

The kids will still need to sleep and go to school, but the rules bend to accommodate their potential desire to stay up late. Of course they probably will be pulled out of bed for emergencies, but hey- That's bureaucracy for you lol.

Anyway, now that we've got some people around I'm gonna whip up a discord link in a moment.

Edit: Link is at the top, get yer asses in here

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That's fair. Though for what it's worth, that's not the only thing in this story that's gonna need to be scrutinized a little. The director's decisions are just one of a few suspicious things happening. What things am I referring to? Make a character and find out lol.