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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Myth the Muse

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Location: The Courtyard (P6)

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Myth could understand anger, she could even understand needing to unleash it physically. But to do so against another person was uncalled for. Unless the situation deemed violence was needed, and a nickname was not justifiable in her eyes. "Look, I agree with you in some aspects and you forever have my heart, love, but that was uncalled for. I'd like for you to apologize to that woman the next time you are able to. As for your sister, you should be thankful you have a family. I know only what I've seen of other families. Siblings get on your nerves and annoy you, but that is their job. I don't know if this all applies to the gods of Asgard, but for us regular folk, we annoy our families to no end because we love them. Do you not love your sister? I've only known them for a little bit and I can see the amount of love they have for you. So, perhaps talking to them is better than building up all this anger and hatred? At least you have a family."

As they neared the scene, she saw what looked to be a battle taking place, Bruce immediately jumped into action and the girl Antonije was with appeared...off. And as if to showcase that, she ran over to a body and began to drink from it. Myth wanted to stare in horror, but she knew she had to aid in some way. So she ran over to Antonije and knelt down by him. She checked him, but could not see what was wrong. "Tate, are you all right?"

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Fleur La Mallificum

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Location: The Witch's Country

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Fleur nodded as Asha left her. She would not be opposed to seeing these Ancient Ways. If it meant she grew more powerful, she would not be opposed to it. The hour grew late though, while others would go to sleep and rest for the next day, she knew witches were different. This was the prime time to be one. She stood up and exited the tent to see the others dancing around the fire, singing and laughing.

This is what she desired for her own coven. To be free to do as they wish, to not have some danger lurking over their head. This could not be though, not with the powers on the throne. She would sooner be put to the stake than to live free. And now, with Nera gone, she had no desire to live peacefully anymore.

Perhaps she would go back to check on Nera before making her way back to the Witch's Road.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Tinley Abercrombie

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Location: Serval Industries (Virginia) (E37) -> (F7)
Skills: Mind Control

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Tinley expected some clapback for her "no-kill policy" but to that end, she knew she was in the right. She was not a killer. If she had killed before, it was out of survival and necessity. She wasn't anti-violence, she knew in this line of work she would be asked to do such things and she was ok with it. She was not, however, ok with harming a young girl, Ultron influencer or not, who was now unarmed and unable to do anything.

Tinley walked up to the girl, seeing her slowly dying on the ground. She didn't want to get too close as she saw the girl had tried to do something, some gas or disease, but she was not long. So Tinley entered her mind. "You will go to sleep and pass away peacefully. I wish you luck in your journey." The girl had tried to hurt them, but she did not deserve this type of pain.

Once satisfied, she quickly followed the others. "I said no kill and I meant no kill. Not unless you have to. Don't like it? Go back to Ultron, but that is how it is going to work from here on out."

The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded

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Belladonna

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Location: Belladonna's Room -> Briefing Room
Skills: N/A

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Opening her closet, she checked her options. She had made sure to have a nice selection of clothes to choose from. Growing up with her master in her training, she only ever wore the uniform provided. Just another way to ensure she and the others weren't individualized. They were supposed to be a collective. It mattered little now, considering he was dead and she knew not where the others went.

She didn't want to stand out at this party. If her job was to be done, she needed to blend in. She also wanted something she could move around in should the need arise. She opted for a Black Maxi Dress with a slit. She would be able to wear a holster with her gun and hide it. Her sword was another matter. She'd take it, but perhaps she would hide it.

She knew she said no heels, but she had few options on them. She knew she could take a man down in them and it made her appear harmless. Ideal for the party they were to oversee. She took out her heels and put them on. Now, she let her hair down. She let it flow in the back. She knew little of hair styling, but she knew enough to get it to look good. After she applied her make-up, simple foundation, eyeliner, lipstick, and blush. She checked herself in the mirror. She looked the part, at least. Seh grabbed her holster and her gun and set it on her upper thigh. She took her sword and exited the room and made her way back to the briefing room to wait for the others.

She entered and saw they were still there talking. "You're still talking? We have a party to attend."

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Debutante Blush

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Location: The Attic
Skills: WIS
Hit Points: 4
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Blush moved lightly as she tried to find the door. She did not trust anyone in this home, but she knew that if there was any hope of getting out of this room without freezing to death, it would mean having to put her concerns aside. And truth be told, she did not trust the ones outside of this room more than the ones inside. Especially since it was clear that they were brought here for this purpose. Blush would have words with the lady of the house if she saw her again. Would it not have been better to just throw them out of the house to the elements? Instead, they held them here. Torture by another name.

”I believe we are in this ourselves. I doubt anyone is concerned about us during this power outage or they surely would have rushed to the door. And I highly doubt Mr. Titian or whoever the hell he is plans to find help for us. Our best bet is to find the door and see about getting it open or at least finding another way out of this room.”

She moved towards where she thought the door was, only to find herself feeling the wall. Still, it was better than tripping and stumbling over the other people and she could move her way towards the door by feeling against the wall if all else failed.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Faith Masters

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Location: Ben's Cab -> New York City
Skills: N/A

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Faith smiled at Ben, thankful he was so kind as to offer her to learn. It was a new skill that could be useful in her new role, though it would only serve a purpose during more modern times. She doubted if she were to ever travel to Medieval England she would need to learn how to drive a stick shift. ”Yes, I would appreciate that very much. Can’t learn too many new things. I’ve learned an assortment of skills I never would have imagined.” Thinking on that reminded her of Eve and she frowned. She found she missed her. She didn’t miss the others (though she often wondered where Nancy had gone off to.

Soon, they arrived. Once Ben opened the door for her, she stepped out and stretched. Cramped in a car for a long journey was never fun. She glanced around, happy to be in New York, even if it was for this reason. She had entertained the idea of moving her in her youth, but it seemed fate had other plans for her. How ironic.

Siduri came up and brought up a change of clothes. ”Yes! Please, I will take anything to get out of these clothes and get cleaned up.” She had gotten used to her attire, but a change to the current time and scene would only benefit her. So she took Siduri’s hand and allowed her to lead. She knew her way around better than Faith did.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Colette de La Fontaine

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Location: Kirkpatrick House
Skills: Language -English

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Though the cab rustled about, Colette kept her composure. She had traveled via carriage before many a time and the roads were not always well kept in places. She was sued to the rough riding. Horse riding got you used to such travel too. She managed to hold herself in her seat so as not to wind up on Maeve’s lap, which would be an awkward conversation to have with someone she had only just met.

Her mind wandered to her fiancé, if she could still call him that. She hoped whatever that woman intended to do, she did so quickly and without having it come back at her. She closed her eyes, picturing the man again and it sent a small shiver down her spine. If Lord Rutherford was half the man her fiancé was, then Millicent needed to get out of there as soon as possible. Perhaps if Colette shared her own tail it would make for some courage or a fighting change against the man. Either way, Colette would see this through.

She came back to the current and nodded her understanding at Maeve’s comment. She had only just met Lady Kirkpatrick, but she could tell by just a few words that the woman was formidable. ”Indeed. She seems quite capable of herself. If you do not mind me asking, how did you come to work for her?” She hoped the question was not too forward, but really what else was there to talk about?

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Josephine Clark

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Location: Elite Cabin Deck
Skills: N/A

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Josephine searched as quietly and as cleanly as she could, but she had to admit to herself she was more anxious to find her watch, so if the room got trashed a little in finding it, she did not much care. After all, if they did indeed find the watch she had every intention of reporting whoever used this room to the ship captain and having him arrested. Or tossed overboard. She hadn’t decided as yet.

In her hustle and bustle of searching, Josephine came across a journal. She picked it up and inspected it. It looked rather feminine for a man and, seeing as whoever used this room was a thief, it stood to reason this was probably not his notebook. She inspected it further and found it was, indeed, not his own, but rather it was Vera’s!

Oh the man was in for it now! This pointed them in the right direction then. If the man had her journal, surely he knew or took part in Vera’s theft. She turned to face her companions seeing Reddish look around the bed. Before she could speak, Reddish began to talk, only for the man to hit his head rather hard and get knocked out. ”Oh goodness. I imagine you deal with mishaps all the time, darling. Could you check that he is all right? My medical knowledge is not up to scruff I fear.”

“Oh but I do have good news for his recovery. I found your journal here! I believe this is yours.” She handed the journal over to Vera.

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Faye Masterson

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Location:Arthribis (Underground)
Skills: N/A

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Faye inched herself forward as stealthily as she could muster in this cave. She could hear voices but could not make them out from Adam. Frustrated, she allowed Richard to proceed, though she was a bit miffed he hadn’t taken a firearm. If whoever was there was dangerous, surely they had weapons of some sort. Richard took the lead a bit too hard as he managed to get himself caught. However, no one seemed to pay her any mind. Perhaps she was better at sneaking than she thought! She kept to the shadows within earshot, and close to Richard for aid.

No one seemed to be buying what Richard was selling and she debated on revealing herself. Perhaps they would listen to her more than him. But they could still be dangerous. After all, they did just follow them into a cave that they knew bad people entered. She whispered to Richard, ”Richard, you really need to work on your diplomacy. It’s one of you against many of them, but they have not seen me yet. Get them talking or follow them or something and I will bring up the rear. I find it is better if I remain unseen in case these people are the ones we are after.”

She pressed herself close to the cavern wall, hoping Richard could manage to make himself useful, though she doubted it very much.

Roll Request

Character Name: Faye
Characters Current Location: Arthribis Underground
Characters attempted actions: Faye is going to sneak and remain hidden to the best of her ability.
Any and All skills being used: None unfortunately
Why each skill is being called: Have no stealth skills to speak of.
Desired Location: Same as above

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Priya Khurana

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Location: Asylum
Skills:N/A

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Priya looked over to Riley and shrugged as if to say “I don’t know what to do about this one either”. For someone recently mummified and found in the cellar of an abandoned asylum, Alicia was more put together than she would have assumed. Priya could have commended the woman if she wasn’t unsure of her. Once they got out of this ever infuriating madhouse, there would be questions and she would be damned if she allowed Alicia to just walk away. A hospital visit is in order to get checked out. Who knows how long she was down there.

But she seemed healthy when she kicked the door in, allowing them access to the stairs. Though, judging by their appearance, maybe it wasn’t as safe as she thought. ”No way in hell I am touching those. I’m no germaphobe but I guarantee they haven’t seen water and soap in years.” She followed Alicia quickly up the stairs, making sure she never left her sight. She figured Riley could keep up so she wasn’t too concerned about her.

Her biggest concern was whoever was leaving balloons everywhere because that was who they were chasing. And if they were no longer in the basement, that meant they were coming up to them potentially. Priya kept an eye out, just in case someone decided to get the jump on them.

Roll Request

Character Name: Priya
Characters Current Location: Asylum Basement
Characters attempted actions: Priya is going to keep an eye out and look at her surroundings for more clues as to who they are chasing.
Any and All skills being used: Investigation
Why each skill is being called: Priya is using her detective skills to see if she can pick up a lead, or at least find something to help them.
Desired Location: Moving upwards now.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Desdemona Pemberton

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Location: Camp Half-Blood - The Armory

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Thankful to be away from the fashion bloggers, she followed Teresa into the Armory. She hadn't expected much from the name really. But once inside, she saw weapons and armor fit for the military. Guns, spears, swords, hats, shoes, you name it. She had to question just what was going to happen. "Just what is this Capture the Flag game going to be about? These won't kill anyone, will they?" There were literal weapons in here. Surely this was for more than camp games.

As she scoured, she saw a mirror and felt drawn to it (which was odd as she patently avoided mirrors if she could help it). This one though seemed to want her to take it. So she picked it up. The other thing was a spear close by. She felt drawn to it and once within reach, she grabbed it and immediately the weapon transformed into a golden bracelet. She looked at it in wonder. "Ok, I think I can sort of like this place now."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Allison Andrewss

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Location: The Palace - New York City, New York (Outfit)
Skills: N/A

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Allison rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on quickly. How was it she was still being painted as enemy #1 when there was literal proof on her side, thanks to Guin's grandfather? She got that people still had the altered memories and it would be hard to convince them, but Guin should be on her side, given facts.

"You assume that I want this world changed for some selfish reason? That I don't stand to lose just as much, if not more if I let this reality be wiped? Again, don't you think I want Oshea to be alive? I mourned him and barely got over it so seeing him here and now made all of that come back and I would do anything to keep him with me. But that is not reality. That is not the true reality. The world I know of may not be 100% perfect. Mutants may still be looked down on, but they aren't slaves! They aren't treated like humans here. There is no royalty either. Mutants and humans live together. Mutants even have the X-men, though I will concede on that X-Women front. And there are mutants who want to see humans suffer and pay in the other realty. So yes, it is not perfect. I do not know why someone altered everyone's memories and formed this new reality, but they did it and that should be the main concern. I intend to find out who and stop them and bring things back to how they were.

You saw it yourself Guin. My own mind fighting back against some altered force. You know I am right and I get the hesitancy. I'll do it alone if I need to, but I'm hoping to have help."

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Tinley Abercrombie

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Location: Red Guard Mobile Unit - Sydney, Australia
Skills: N/A

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Tinley thought a moment. She liked the ideas being brought forth. "We leave them here and go through the portal then. I don't want them conscious though, so knock them out. Especially Kingston because I want to hurt him and I am afraid I will let it get the best of me. Then leave them somewhere safe from the elements, but hard enough that it will take them a bit to find aid. Anything that could be used to contact the Red Guard should be taken or destroyed."

She glanced over to Niah, who defended her when she had no need to. "Thank you Niah. And yes, I like your idea. Program it to crash somewhere farther away from here and let them deal with that. I don't want any more hassles than what we already have on our plate. Hopefully we can find out the solution to this mess before that."

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Anastasia Reinhardt

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Location: LeBeau Casino - New Orleans, Lousiana
Skills: Telekinesis

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Ana tilted her head to stare at Chrysi, judging the girl. She didn't appear to be much, but if what the others said is true, she was a danger and could not be trusted to be among them. At least Bobbi thought so as she used...whatever it was that powered her to hold the girl down with tentacles. She attacked with the hammer, only wounding the girl.

Ana shook her head. "Let me take care of things." She walked over to the pinned girl, looked down upon her and smiled. "Goodnight, cherie." She used her telekinesis to lift the girl's head and brought it crashing down on the floor, knocking the girl out cold. She turned back to the others.

"There we go. She's out cold. Enough to tie her up nicely or put her completely out of her misery. The choice is yours. I don't want blood or anything on my clothing."