ColouredCyan

The Return of Magic - The intro

I do like the effort put in!! I would keep in mind for all intents and purposes, magic and the knowledge of its existence is very much an unknown. Would there be people who believe in magic and search for clues? Yeah of course! I don’t think the order as it stands would work per se.

@MagratheanWhale

Oh, maybe I should have elaborated, I was thinking the Holy Order is just a ordinary religious order, and what Gwyndolin is supposed to be doing is evangelising and spreading the First Flame's warmth. The magic is something she does in secret and is somewhat reluctant to share with the rest of her kinsmen on account of rumours about the The Holy Order's involvement in witch hunting.

As well, it’s important to remember that everyone’s powers will be very minimal at first! You can grown into those powers, and eventually exceeded them, but your fire magic will be limited to start!!

@MagratheanWhale

I don't know what kind of power curve you're going for yet but maybe if I explained my spells it would help.

Ignis - Make the flame jump a short distance, little further than she could by swinging the lantern
Luminosis - Make the lantern brighter
Cauter - Make the flame hotter for an instant

keep in mind these characters are from the modern world

@MagratheanWhale

Ah, the setting is not what I thought it was. I thought it was a fantasy setting. Can I get a clarification on this? Clarification recieved.

I'll start work on a CS as I rework the character, if thats ok. :)

The Return of Magic - The intro

I'm interested!

I'm thinking about a Scholar/Cleric journeying to research the old magic. She's admits that, despite her best efforts, healing magic just doesn't come naturally nor has she found it particularly well detailed accounts of it but speciallises in what she calls "preventative methods of care" and what others might call fire magic. She wears robes that make her instantly recognisable as belonging to The Holy Order as a low ranking Scribe. Irremarkably brown and plain except for the white bands on the shoulders, Large black one size fits all mitts that, bless her, could be pulled up to the elbow. The hat on the otherhand is anything but, a large yellow wide brimmed thing with the Order's insignia emblazoned front and centre, making her unmistakably a member.

She weilds a heavy duty battle lantern and chain to channel spells like "Luminosis", "Ignis" and "Cauter". When she doesn't have her nose buried in a book she's awkwardly shaking down locals for leads and sustinance, wrestling with her hate/hate relationship with universes tendancy towards atrophy and decay (she doesn't like dead/smelly things) and admiring the majesty of God's creation in all its facets (except those mentioned previously).

What do you think? I got a bit carried away.

Fort Gobbo (Dwarf Fortress-inspired Survival/Settlement RP)

May I join? Does the Gang predominant skill have to match the Boss?

Igninki Slig

Name: Igninki Slig
Gang: Toad Scum (5 Explorer Goblins)
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Appearance:

Hider

Values:

Persistence
Persistence
PERSISTANCE
Humour

Skills:

Animal Tamer 6
Explorer 1

Likes:

Does it make cute noises?
Does it taste good?
Is it shiny?
Have we spoken before?
Do you play cards?

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Michelle Diggby

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Location: The Palace Grounds (E3)
Skills: N/A

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Karma, nay, her faith in her collegues rewarded Michelle; of course they wouldn't be distracted by a kitty-kat in the hallway unless it was of importance. Michelle narrowly avoided being spanked by the mutant cat, and by avoided she meant she barely had time to flinch before the horror slung its limbs in a humiliating demonstration of his strength and agility. Goose was not to be messed with, at all, and counted her lucky stars she hadn't stuck up her teammates, someone might have over reacted.

"Mrow. Well said." Michelle thought.

Cornish threatened the cat with a one way trip and Michelle struggled to keep her own composure, she didn't know much about the human or the cat but her money was on the tentacles. Michelle remained professional only due to the knowledge it would be her turn later, and she'd likely not such a polite way to put it. Niah seemed to have tamed the beast with petting and grooming but this alone was not enough to reassure her sufficently to try petting him herself for the time being. Michelle wondered how she would ingratiate herself with the fluffy eldrich god. Food? Toys? A Blood Oath? For the time being Niah had him under control, or vica versa, and it seemed to be keeping him calm.

Michelle was content smugly keeping her trap shut until Wanda was mentioned, her royalist interests aroused, "Princess Wanda? Here? Or real Wanda? What were you upto?"

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Michelle Diggby

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Location: The Palace Grounds (E3)
Skills: Identity Obscuration

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Michelle rounded off her performance with a demonstration of oral skills she had zero intention of ever using with some of the discarded firearms, seductively tucking a pistol into her waistband. With a final sexy flourish, Michelle slung a rifle over her shoulder, saluted the boys and sashay'd into the palace. Round the first corner the deception was brought to a close. She pinched her eyes closed and massaged her forehead, seriously contemplating misusing her powers on herself to forget the last few minutes. "Urp, gross... Another good reason to undo this reality." Despite how little she had enjoyed the experience, it had gotten her team in, which was the important bit.

A couple of deep breaths later, Michelle continued following the signs for Royal Quarters, hoping to catch up with her team already investigating the source of this madness when she bumped into them only a little further down the hallway, distracted by some cute pets. Michelle resisted the temptation to do many things to Tinley and Niah from pushing them both over to startling them, weapons drawn. Instead Michelle leaned in stealthily, between the pair.

"Questioning a key witness? Is Tiddles here responsible for restarting the universe?" Michelle asked Agent Abercrombie before turning her head and asking Agent Bautista, " I take it you know this sweetheart from the real world."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Michelle Diggby

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Location: The Palace Grounds (E3) ->(D2)->(E3)
Skills: Identity Obscuration

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Over half the guards just up and left, Tinley had done a scarily good job of dealing with them for a first go. A small arsenal of weapons laid strewn across the ground, scattered between the confused and disturbed guards. Now all they needed was someone to draw their attention so the other enemies of the state could beat them senseless within an inch of their life, sending a scarred, shadow of a man back to his wife and kids, or just slip past (boring).

Michelle sighed quietly when it dawned on her and with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, started undoing an extra couple buttons on her blouse. Beacuse thats what apemen want right? A bit of flesh, sex words and ego stroking? "What was your suggestion earlier, Cornish? Stupid and slutty?" Michelle reiterated, knowing they'd get the picture. Michelle snuck back towards the car so she could make her grand entrance without exposing her teammates in addition to herself.

Upon her return, she walked slowly with confidence, sauntering upto the remaining guards with feline grace. They were still on edge, suspecting shenanigans as a result of their collegues walking off without warning, but Michelle, her mutant and seductive powers activated, divered that uneasiness to an "unknown" assailant with a flash of her badge. She was ushered in the security hut to which she dutifully complied but at her own pace and while making very little effort to discreetly nestle her identification back down her top. All six seemed interested in finding out what she knew about what was going on. Or maybe it was just the boobs.

"Which of you big boys is going to come pat me down?" Michelle teased, making intense eye contact with the guard the looked to be trying his hardest to do his job right.

Those fuckers better not just sneak past and leave me in here.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Michelle Diggby

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Location:The Palace Grounds (D2) -> (E3)
Skills:

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Michelle followed in close behind Tinley spotting the cameras when pointed out to her, she thought they were much more of a problem than the guards themselves. Spotted on those and a trap could be laid ahead of them, if guards spot them atleast they know where the danger is coming from. She also liked Tinley's idea of using the guards, but making them do something suspicious like break enough of the cameras to give them a blind spot for Niah to hack the door would only lead to someone inside raising the alarm sooner.

Michelle scrunched up her face, remembering when Sapphire froze her to the Quinjet deck. A few moments later had formulated a fully fledged question.

"14 guards... thats 14 mutant powers you could exploit?" Michelle asked Tinley directly in a low voice before opening the question up to the floor, whispering, "Could we get a read on what those might be from over here? Anything that covertly disabled the cameras beats making them shoot at them and it would be useful to know in case we have to go through them."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Michelle Diggby

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Location: Human Resistance HQ: New York City, New York. -> The Palace Grounds (D2)
Skills: Identity Oscuration, Driving

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It was decided, she was going to search the castle with Cornish, Abercrombie and Bautista for the source of all this madness. It was a job like any other, breaking and entering a secure facility grab the unknown objective and leave. Her team was a complete stranger who was going to guide us to the unknown person/item and her recently promoted newbie teammate who had absolutely zero trust in her. All she could rely on was Bautista who still seemed pretty traumatised, she had a car ride to pull herself together.

Michelle scooped up the car keys. "Vroom vroom."

Michelle had always found driving relaxing, much like her accordion, a car was an instrument and through practice it would become simply an extension of oneself. Pedals and switches, pistons and crankshafts, hydraulics and pneumatics. Physical, moving parts. This was her element. Slam the clutch, shift the gear, feel the ratios transmit more velocity to the rear wheels as you release. Live the oversteer. Give in to the Gs. This however was not going to be relaxing trip for anyone else. Michelle gunned it, only screeching to a halt at the gates of the palace on the North West side. Michelle effortlessly activated her power, tucking her sunglasses into her fringe and flashing her Red Guard insignia.

"We're under attack, let us fucking through!" Michelle commanded, paying to no notice to the guard's friendly small talk.

The gate opening was painfully slow, Michelle revved the engine impatiently. Gate finally up, Michelle replaced her glasses on her little nose and saluted the guard before stamping on the accelerator. She teared down the road, but did slow down a little to reverse into a space. Michelle killed the engine and, for a moment, the interior of the car was serene. Michelle tucked the insignia back into her bra,

"Thats not going to work for the next security checkpoint. So whats the plan?"

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Michelle Diggby

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Location: Human Resistance HQ: New York City, New York.
Skills: N/A

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Michelle continued to refuse to be shown her true life, part because she still had doubts and part because she was worried about what could actualy be found. Michelle's shaky relationship with identity itself meant what ever she was shown might be very carefully curated, it was entirely possible they'd diverged so much only childhood memories prior to her gaining her powers could be relied upon.

Michelle attempted to commit her thoughts to paper, but it was a mess. Random, scattered ideas littered the page, uncharacteristic of her usual style of writing, but ther was so much to say and no way of know what to put down first. She, A Red Guard, chasing turncoats into the belly of the human hate machine to find out who was manipulating reality. She let it spill out in the book, ink captured deep in the fibres for future Michelle to examine and draw conclusions and enlightenment from and present Michelle could rest.

She snuck back to her bunk, careful to not disturb any of the shiv weilding mutophobics. Michelle was fortunate in that one regard, that you couldn't determine she was of the superior race without her say so. A little smirk crawled across her face as she rolled in, relieved of her moral and ethical quandries and ready for a good night sleep.

Madison, Washington Avenue. 7ft in the air. Dad's short hair between her fingers. Marching through the bitter winter night, chanting to keep the cold at bay. She was having fun making noise with them, more fun than others. This was serious for them, they were here to send a message, here to be heard. You could tell by their faces. Some of them had signs, Daddy had a sign. Michelle couldn't make them out, not even the one dad handed her. It was Michelle's dream, but she was a mere passenger and the dream compelled her to hold it up. A roar from the crowd, a sense of pride and belonging filled her.

She was going to say it.

"Fuck off Muti-"

Michelle woke with a start, nearly braining herself on the top bunk, the someone else's flithy words still on her tongue. Her sudden movements hadn't appeared to have disturbed anyone, except one in a distant bottom bunk. In the dark all she could make out was a pair of eyes, glistening dully in the reflected light of the moon. They bobbed almost inpercievably, as she nodded slowly. Atleast she was making friends.

December 11 2020 7:00am

Practice

December 11 2020 8:00am

Sitting with her accordion had cleared her head somewhat of her bizarre dreams that plagued her sleep. Individually they were manageable, but the reoccuring themes across all of them felt like more than just a coincidence. This was beyond her remit, Michelle told herself she couldn't absorb Novikova's powers by osmosis and so the dreams were just that, dreams. That horrendous imaginary world existed only in her imagination, a manifestation of her own fear of the real unknown world.

Breathe Michelle, we're getting to the bottom of this.

"Stealth team, I've made a career of walking in, taking whatever/whoever I want and walking out again unnoticed."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Michelle Diggby

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Location: Red Guard Mobile Unit - Sydney, Australia -> Human Resistance HQ: New York City, New York.
Skills: N/A

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Tucking her diary under her arm, Michelle knelt and undid the brass clasps on the case of her instrument of torture and left her accordion to be inspected by the greeting party. Additionally, and possibly more importantly (although certainly not to Michelle), she pulled her trusty boot knife out from her sock. She felt bad about leaving Red Guards behind, but without following through the gate it would have been tough to re-establish contact. Despite being a few men down, she still had to continue the mission, she needed to keep tabs on her turncoat teammates and investigate the validity of this other world. Tinley's ultimatuum in her mind, Michelle quietly stood back up and starting to pay more attention to the world around her. People were getting their "memories", a concept that Michelle wasn't entirely happy about. She shared Kingston's doubts, it was only natural to be sceptical and it was indistinguishable from mind control.

Completely enveloped in it, the cold's tentacular grip was no longer as consensual as it was in Australia, which begged the question, where were we now? On her ever expanding list of questions it wasn't very far up, especially when two new good ones had just popped up. While everyone else what caught up in the spectacle of a man falling between two portals and the laying on of hands reducing Bautista to a sobbing mess, everyone seemed to have missed some of the vital information.

"Hold on. The King? Storm The Palace?" Michelle repeated before she joked, "You're not talking about jumping the fucking turnstiles at Graceland, are you?"

Michelle folded her arms, tucking her fingers out of the freezing air. This was escalating way too fast.