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Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Leah Jordan

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Location: New Orleans
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It really shouldn't have been this difficult to navigate a building.

Leah found herself struggling to figure out the right direction to go in. It didn't seem this hard looking for April, how did she find her way around? It was just a straight walk away, then she'd gone up the stairs... Weren't there supposed to be doors up here? It was just hallway after hallway, sign after sign, in a language she probably should have started learning a while ago given it was one Sabine spoke. It wasn't that far off from Spanish, all things considered, but she just never got around to it. And this annoying building was mocking her for that, it seemed. Did they not have people coming in from all over the country to witness the Contest? Leah doubted every person who checked into a hotel from out of town spoke French. Honestly, how the hell did anyone even navigate this at all? This sucked.

It took her mind off of the pit forming in her stomach, from the way April seemed to be drawing inwards. The way she'd run off to Dorian and fucking Danni. She didn't have anything meaningful against either of them, but Leah had been feeling like shit for being worse for April than them. Unable to think about it, she just kept walking. All she wanted was to find a damn room and get her fucking room sorted. And then she could sit down and stare at a wall for the next half hour while she worked on packing away the feeling of what amounted to a rusty knife dragging across her skull that she was feeling right now. She felt fucking awful and nothing was going right. These hallways were giving Leah a bad vibe. She'd been aching everywhere since the Andy situation, she and April weren't okay.

Sabine was probably going to make her choose between one of them. The people she gave a damn about were mourning a guy who couldn't possibly have died.

Her skin itched, which was weird to process when Leah had stopped thinking of it as skin the other day. More like rocks or a million tiny geodes all up and down the places where her skin should be, but wasn't. She couldn't scratch it away, there was something weird about it. Like something was following her.

Leah turned a corner, and she almost didn't recognize the man who was there at the other end of the hallway. She almost didn't think twice about his presence, given the way he was dressed. But then, he was always good at that sort of thing. The same dark brown curls that she got from him, that grin, none of it would have even registered with Leah's brain given how casual he'd been about appearing there. He might've been entirely invisible if it wasn't for one simple word.

Mayra. No one called her that.

It was him. Her dad. Imperator. The ghost she couldn't get rid of. The egotistical, irredeemable piece of fucking SHIT. He was just standing there, and it made Leah's veins turn to ice, her feet became blocks of lead in the ocean.

"...You."

She became painfully aware of every single breath moving about her lungs. Aware of how each one got a little quicker and that she needed to keep them quiet. Leah's hands jittered until they were fists, she almost brought the place down on his head. It would have been so easy to bury him again, she'd gotten stronger since last time. She was stronger now thanks to whatever had happened with Andy, probably. If Leah could close the gap and grab him by the throat, it'd be over.

And he knew that. He had to.

The expression on Leah's face twisted into something dangerous. Something feral. Something Wild.

He knew she could kill him. That was why he'd brought up Sabine just now. This- No. He didn't bluff these things. There was no guarantee she hadn't been shot the second Leah walked away. She knew that, and Imperator, no doubt, knew she knew that. It could have been one of his mind games. The hotel's vents could've been loaded with modified M-Pox or Terrigen mist days in advance, set to only release into the air if he didn't stop it. Or maybe he'd planted a nano-bomb in their room and had the detonator in his pocket. For all Leah knew, Sabine could've been perfectly fine and this was just Leah getting stuck in her own head. That was why he had the GALL to stand in front of her. Alone, without his wings, without even a fucking weapon by the looks of it.

He already knew she would've tried it. So he made himself tactically bulletproof. But she so desperately want to try it. The world would be safer. She would be safe at last, and it'd be done.

You knew this day would come. Don't be weak. Even if he knows you are, don't show it.

Leah managed to dig her voice up out of the abyss it'd sunk into. And she snarled at him. "That is not my name, you fucking monster."

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Leah Jordan

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Location: New Orleans
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Not even Sabine.

That fucking hurt to hear. What the hell happened?

Sabine could be a catty bitch when she wanted to be, it was just one of the things that made her so damn hot. And Leah had noticed that Sabine was avoiding April. But she figured things were just awkward. That maybe, just maybe, Leah wasn't the only one who didn't know how to handle things in a healthy and graceful way, like people expected. That would've made sense, but she didn't think Sabine was turning her back on April. She didn't think that those two had just become fucking strangers.

Is that what was happening? Was she going to have to choose between her girlfriend and the first person who ever treated her like a person? Her hands twitched at her sides, so she stuffed them into her pockets and glared down at the floor. April already had someone she could turn to, and it didn't help that Leah had been wondering if she was part of the problem because April hadn't turned to her.

I should have been better to you, was what she wanted to say.

"...I'll be around," was what she actually did say. So then she turned and walked back the way she came. Leah wanted to hit something solid. Too much of this whole mess just didn't register properly in her head. Why was I supposed to be mad at her? Why is Sabine mad at her when she's looking out for herself? Why can't I just be fucking good enough that she could trust me?! Constant questions going in and out of her head. None of it was April's fault, she got that. But she didn't get why April expected her to be mad. Or why it would've been weird to talk more.

Leah grabbed her bag by the door and stormed up the stairs.

All these little unspoken things that people communicated, Leah couldn't read. It was just so fucking weird, like a language she didn't know. Or like everyone but her was a telepath. Was that why she didn't see April's breakdown coming? Despite being her best friend? Did April try to convey she needed help?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!

She had to ask Sabine about it. She didn't know what else to do at this point.

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Psychomancer

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Psychomancer

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Ability Scores

Melee 1	Agility 1	Resilience 0	Vigilance 0	Ego 2	Logic 0

Defense Scores (10 + ability score)

Melee 11	Agility 11	Resilience 10	Vigilance 10	Ego 12	Logic 10

Damage

Melee d6 x 1 + 1	Agility d6 x 1 + 2	Ego d6 x 1 + 2	Logic d6 x 1 + 0

Extra Info

Rank 1	Health (30 x Resilience) 30	Focus (30 x Vigilence) 30	Karma 30	Damage Reduction 0

Biography

Full Name: Marlena Evans
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 16
Birthday (month day year, starting date is September 8, 2043):
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 178lbs
Gender: Trans Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Distinguishing Features:
Build: Athletic
Origin: Mutant
Team: New Mutants
Base: Jean Grey School for Higher Learning
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Hobbies: Skating,

History
Marlena comes from a family of two. Before that was her name, she and her older sister, Jules, had to witness the death of their mother after she couldn’t possibly get any more sick. After that, it was just them and their dad. Though, it wasn’t exactly that simple. Both Marlena and Julia were born with mutant genetics, and Marlena’s powers made themselves known long before her older sister’s. Growing up in a big building, in an even bigger city, there were always a lot of faces around and not many quiet spaces to hide away in. Between the hours of school and the late evenings, Marlena had a habit of pulling away and not telling dad or her sister where she’d go. Sometimes she’d just take a walk, or skate around and probably hang out with someone who was chill enough about her. But there were always nights when Marlena was the only person awake in the entire apartment building, coming back at midnight because she felt like staying out longer.

Sometimes, she’d be up even later than that. All those hours spent awake when the city was asleep were spent grappling with a secret she kept. That secret was her powers, she’d developed the ability to move things with her mind. Marlena could propel herself along on a skateboard without her feet ever moving to push the ground. She’d keep a knife with her in case someone stalked her, and she could twirl it above her hand like she was a damn wizard. The world didn’t typically mind mutants when they were on a screen, flexing their powers while they fought bad guys and saved the world- When they were palatable. The fact that she herself was a mutant made sense in a way. Marlena couldn’t recall having a breakdown, any kind of early-life crisis about what her future would be. She was already the kind of person that a lot of people didn’t want to share a planet with, what difference did this make?

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Extra Stuff: Sleep Dealer - Nozomi

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

"This realm we walk is the space between. The Veil separates all worlds, and we live in the afterthought of it." Like a row of prison cells, where the bars were what separated prisoners from one another. Jack and Annika walked the hallways between. "I have never met another like us who can naturally find their way here. Most do not know this place exists, but many step across the Veil. And many who do so would have few difficulties invading."

Jack pressed his hands together and pulled them away slowly. The dark ground shimmered into a kaleidoscope of images resembling the worlds he'd been to. "Those with a soul displaced from their body, those for which death means nothing. Those who multiply when they die..." He wondered if Annika remembered that. "Despite the difficulties in reaching the Everdark, it is not impossible, and is all but a guarantee in a world of infinite potential. The chance may be low, or high, but never nonexistent that someone will invade this realm. I am not the first to come here, you will not be the last."

"And so, you must learn when to retreat to here, and when to retreat elsewhere."

Jack swung a hand out before him, causing a rift to open once more. "You are going to open as many doorways into as many different universes as you can, in rapid succession. Starting when you walk through that doorway."

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Rohan, CoC

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Rohan

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Character Overview

Name: ???
Alias: Rohan
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Powers: Rohan is a "sorcerer" who secretly derives his powers from a curse laid on him by a monster.

• Natural Artifice: Rohan uses his curse to create magical objects out of natural materials, like wood or bark from a tree.

Personality Traits:
Creative * Jumpy * Calculated * Dejected * Thoughtful * Exhausted

Summary:

Born in Japan, far from the big cities most people think of, Rohan did something very, very stupid one day. He ventured into the territory of a monster that predated humanity and ruled over a cursed forest where no one would have ever been harmed if they didn't trespass. Time lost all meaning in the Forest of Ghosts, he could've been there for days or literal years, and he was assumed to be long dead by the time he returned to humanity. He left nothing but ash and smoke in his wake, and fled far away until he couldn't flee anymore. Rohan appeared at Strange Academy roughly a year and a half ago, bearing a meager collection of weak magical tools and refusing to give anyone any deep details about where he came from or how he found his way into magic. He's been a student there ever since.

Extras:
Rohan will be a character for the upcoming Strange Academy.

Lord Huron: Meet Me in the Woods

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Leah Jordan

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Location: New Orleans
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Under no circumstances did Leah feel particularly obligated to represent a school. She had always been of the “Nothing to prove” mentality. And even then, it was rich coming from Vision, who was announcing some guy’s death to a bunch of kids in a hotel lobby. He didn’t even have the excuse that he was a machine. Vicky wouldn’t have done this… Well, probably not. Honestly, she’d probably call bullshit on it too, if Leah had to guess. Or she’d look into it and drag Leah along.

”Fine.” She wasn’t in the mood to sit here and bitch about it. It just seemed very unlikely that a literal time traveler conveniently died after doing nothing when they were all saved with time travel. Apparently there were inter-dimensional laws about that, which he enforced. But sure, he just had a heart attack. Sure.

April wasn’t doing so okay about it, though.

”…I’ll be back,” She told Sabine. ”I don’t like her being alone when she’s like that.” Leah brushed her hand against Sabine’s, afraid to do something like squeeze it the way she was, lest she hurt Sabine. And then she turned and walked off to follow after April.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, as Leah tapped it with her hand.

”Hey. April. It’s me.”

It was at that moment that Leah realized she wasn’t sure exactly what she could say to April through the door, to make this better. Obviously, she wanted to say something, but she never felt able to relate to the feeling of grief. Even when her mother had been shot, Leah didn’t get the time to really feel anything about that. She didn’t know how to picture what April was feeling in an empathetic way.

”It’s not great. People die all the time, that’s what everyone tells you when you’re dealing with it. But it doesn’t make it easier… It’s not supposed to be easy.” Death sucked. It sucked watching good people die, it sucked when good people risked their lives to ensure bad people died. Leah wasn’t very familiar with Nemo, but at least he wasn’t a shitty person.

She fumbled for a second.

”And- And it’s harder when it’s someone like us. Superheroes. People think we’re invincible, we treat each other like it, and then… They die,” She continued. ”But it’ll be okay. Eventually. It’s going to be different without him, but it’s going be okay. And while it’s not okay, I’ll be here, alright? You can scream if it makes you feel better, and I’ll sit right here. And you can talk to me about it, and I won’t walk away.”

It made Leah feel like a real hypocrite saying that. ”I’m still here, nothing’s changed.”

The Symphony: Modern Magic

Mourningdove Lane

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The Archivist being a full on Elf made way too much sense for the sheer level of fucking gall he had. Being half elven himself, Mason got it. It just came with being an old son of a bitch with cobwebs for lungs. Still, the guy just appeared and not answering the door, or not being in the crowd when Mason walked in was weird. Mason had to wonder if this magic shit let him just appear whenever he wanted, or see what was going on like the old dragons seeing everything and not being anywhere near the things they were observing. He seemed old enough that he may very well have heard those stories when he was a kid.

They’d all talked him into a corner. The big guy started, and had a pretty good point. How did this arrogant punk spy on them? The answer was pretty obvious, no doubt.

”I’m going to take a wild guess and assume he spied on us all with magic. I’ll believe anything at this point,” Mason ”Like how it’s real, and apparently we’re some of the first since an extinction level event or something.” The voice he heard in his head, which was almost like a dream itself when he was already asleep, had made that clear. The Archivist’s voice didn’t sound the same.

”I’ve got two questions for you, old man. One: How do we get this shit under control? I can’t touch things without destroying them anymore, and I’m not convinced I won’t kill somebody by accident doing that. Two: What in the goddamn fuck caused this?” Mason was equal parts curious and distraught for the last week. ”I was hearing voices, and the voices were telling me that it’s been literal thousands of years since this sort of thing was common. What changed?”

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

It was a common thing for Jack to run into dangerous people. People who wanted him dead mostly because of things he’d done to them. People he’d robbed, cheated out of a priceless object or left for dead. Or even worse. Jack had lived his life like the protagonist of an endless storybook, always going from one chapter to another, never stopping for a moment. When others started families and bought a house, Jack plotted courses through regions of the cosmos no sapient being had ever been to. By the time others were normally raising kids, he was living out an absurd tale very few would believe.

And now that he had a kid of his own, Jack needed to impart lessons into her. In a world where people like them could exist, there was danger around every corner. And where danger lurked…

”…One must learn to avoid it.”

They stood outside the house, where a normal house would have a front lawn. It was just stones and a gate of pale iron for them. They didn’t have neighbors in the Everdark, but there were countless spells protecting this space from the natural denizens that meant the gate could’ve been anything.

”You command the same forces that I do, Annika. The forces of space itself, the Veil. Between all worlds, it exists as a barrier to prevent them from coalescing into one. On the day you and I first crossed paths, it had fallen to tatters. Now, it stands tall as it always should.”

Jack took a few steps to Annika’s left, and suddenly he was behind her in the blink of an eye.

”Here in this place, the Veil is an afterthought. The multiverse bleeds through like countless rivers,” he continued. This was nothing new to her. ”In the greater cosmology of existence, you and I wield the exception to a common rule: One must always contend with the Veil when they with to travel between worlds.”

The Everdark was a place virtually no one in all of eternity had ever gone. Less than a hundred, if any, had willingly set foot in this land. The Veil was the product of the world’s people, and so it could scarcely reach here. ”You will always have a home here, but there will come a day when you must learn to step between spaces that are not your home. Today, you will learn to circumvent the Veil, and arrive in a place that is not the Everdark, but another place entirely.”

The Symphony: Modern Magic

Mourningdove Lane

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This house sucked. The lights were a pain in the ass and Mason was half tempted to just delete them from the world.

There were two people out of this gaggle of fuckers that Mason recognized. One was Bea, some older girl he worked in the same place at a while back. She was snippy, short tempered and devoid of patience for jackasses insistent on sucking up what little patience a person had. Overall, a pretty okay person if Mason was ever in the mood to start being extroverted…. If.

”Hey.” It was socially acceptable to at least act like a person was there, right? He didn’t feel like bothering anyone, but at least they knew each other existed.

The other person was Pom, god’s highest elf. Mason bought the occasional pack of weed rolls off her, on the rare occasion when he had a few spare dollars. That was probably one or two times at most. ”You too?”

There were a lot of people in here. How many people in this good-for-nothing, worthless little town had woken up one morning able to do this shit?

Mason made a mental note. Azure was the pompous looking one, Matt was the one growling like a fucking animal at the shadow on the wall- The one Mason turned to and didn’t stop looking at. Lena, Jackson… Some weird ass ghost thing. Honestly, Mason wasn’t nearly as scared of that as he should’ve been. He’d seen enough weird shit already.

”Mason. What the hell is that thing?” He pulled his phone out, and turned the flashlight on to point at whatever the fuck was watching them.