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Location: Galley
Skills: Improvisation

”Well I’m sure as hell not Sherlock,” Cal replied to Kyle, her crooked grin hanging lazily on her lips. As she waited for the others to return from their individual searches, she sat in one of the numerous seats around the table, slouching, legs inelegantly spread out in a manner more fitting of a juvenile delinquent than someone supposedly 75% sure she was a medical professional. She sat up straighter, however, as Sophia rushed into the room, proclaiming that they were in danger. Cal’s smirk turned into a half frown, and she popped up from her seat.

”Whoever ‘they’ is, we should do is be prepared to defend ourselves. Kill ‘them’ before they kill us. Anyone got any Batman ‘no-killing-no-matter-what’ rule we should know about?” she asked as she walked over to the touch screen. There was a hesitation in her voice when she mentioned killing, but she seemed to push past it. Her fingers pranced across the screen, looking for any sort of weapon. It didn’t have much in the way of actual weapons, though with everything she scrolled through, she imagined possible ways for it to be used as a weapon. Finally, she tapped the screen a couple times, and two darts emerged. She took them in one hand and turned around. “We’ve all got knives, but we shouldn’t stop there. Something that can be thrown probably ain’t a bad idea. Oh, also,” she began to say, remembering what she’d found in her room. She reached into her pocket, pulling out the small vial and holding it up. ”Found this in my room. Not sure what it is, but I decided I’d hold onto it.”




Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Skills:



"Shut up!" Fae gasped, voice full of awe. She stepped up from behind Madalyne, her eyes wide and her lips parted in an amazed smile. She made no attempt to hide her envy as she quickly breezed past Skye's attempt at pleasantries, instead focusing on what she had opened with. "Fuckin' A, Parkin, it don't matter what I was doing for summer, 'cause it sure as hell wasn't playing with the fucking Harpies! Fuck's sake, you lucky cunt, you've got to bring me with you next time." Despite the somewhat aggressive nature of her words themselves, Fae's tone was elated rather than upset. She released her excitement by giving their captain a friendly punch to the shoulder, though, much like her hugs, there was just a enough strength behind it for it to hurt a bit. "In fact, I'll tell you what: you get me on the field with the Harpies, and I'll give you all of the organs I don't need in order to play. And my house! My mum'll need a bit of convincing, but my pops would totally get it!"

When Bill mentioned the Chudley Cannon, Fae specifically did her best not to react. She knew of the Cannons all too well, though she didn't much care to admit it. Given the financial state of her family, going to a Harpies Quidditch game was something her and her father could do once every couple of years, and only if they pinched their pennies. So often they'd have to settle for the Cannon's, which often resulted in less enjoyment and more stress at the team's ineptitude on the field. Madalyne pulled her attention away from Skye when she mentioned Hogsmeade. Offering to buy Fae anything was usually a chore, as one had to make it seem like they already owed her. If they didn't, she'd insist on somehow paying them back, despite the fact that she often didn't have the money to spare. On the upside, tricking Fae was rarely a particularly difficult task.

"A Gryffindor prefect wants little old me to accompany her to Hogsmeade? Why, I'm honored," she said, holding her hand to her chest in mock admiration. She quickly dropped it, and the sarcasm, replacing them with her normal, more casual grin. "Sounds like a plan," she agreed, before Madalyne began walking away. Before she left the room, Fae called back to her saying, "But next time it's on me!"


Waverley Watts - Feedback


Location: Outside the Old Mutant Underground HQ - Inside the Van
Skills: Radio Wave Interpretation



Waverley could feel herself relax when she heard Veil's words, allowing her more relief than any spa treatment ever could. She gave Veil another grateful nod. She moved with the intention of crawling back into her place in the far back of the van, but she stopped when she heard Warlock suddenly ceased his speaking. She turned her head to look out the open door of the van, seeing the look of shock and anguish descend on the boy's face. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her stern frown turning into an uncertain one. She watched as tears began to pour down the murderer's face, and she didn't know what to do. She glanced over to the others, as if she could find an answer on their faces, but she found none. She wasn't even sure what she wanted an answer to. She faced back to Max when he began to speak again, and when she processed what he had said, her jaw dropped.

Deep down, Waverley knew that it wasn't her fault. But she couldn't help but feel...guilty. Every time she wished for something, it came true in the worst possible way. She always wanted to be special, and she wound up being a mutant with a power that left a defenseless target of the purifiers. She wanted to be a superhero, and here she was, a member of the least funded, least connected, and possibly most in danger superhero group of all time. Even her mom's death fit the category. She'd always been scared of her mom finding out about the Underground, and now that wasn't a problem. She couldn't help but feel like her desire for Warlock's suffering had somehow lead to the death of an innocent woman, especially when Echo voiced this thought. Waverley gulped, eyes cast to the ground. This wasn't justice. It was murder. And if somehow, in some cosmic, unfathomable way, it was her fault, she had to do something.

So she reached out her mind, mentally gliding through the waves that traveled throughout the city, the ones that most were unaware of. There was a lot; there was always a lot. So she narrowed in, feeling for transmissions from police scanners and radios, listening for any hint of a mutant attack. After a few seconds of tuning in, she caught mention of something, a mutant attack on a Dunkin' Donuts. She listened for details and an address: after hearing word of a mutant who'd been gunned down, Waverley gulped. That must've been her. It had to be. The initial horror almost made her forget to commit the address to memory. Once she had all the information she needed, she popped her head back up, immediately noticing the Underground had been Veiled. It seemed like they were getting ready to go.

"There was an altercation at a Dunkin' Donuts downtown," she called out from her position at the Van's open door, her voice catching in her throat as she spoke. She didn't make eye contact with Warlock, instead gazing at an empty spot a few feet above his head. She quickly recited the address, before it had the chance to leave her head. "A mutant was shot down. I...I think it's your friend...you should get her body before the coroners do. If you don't, she'll probably go to Emma. I don't think the ones who murdered her should be the same ones to bury her." With that, she backpedaled into the back of the van, taking a seat in the corner.


Leandra Lovelace


Location: New Rome - The Senate House -> Outside the Senate House
Skills:



Leandra let out a soft cooing sound as the adorable little baby took hold of her hand and began to gnaw on it. That small, welcomed distraction was enough to, for the most part, take her mind off the past meeting, leaving only a little bit of a bad taste in her mouth. Leandra didn't have any plans of having children in her future, at least not while she was mortal. She had so much to do, and only one lifetime to do it, so she suspected raising a child wouldn't ever fit into her agendas. Unless, of course, she ascended to become an immortal, in which case it would only be a matter of time. Besides, there were a number of kids in her cohort that she did her best to mentor, and that had to amount to something. Leandra's head lifted up from the baby when Maggie made her offer, the younger blonde's eyes lighting up, a smile on her face.

"Oh, you are nothing less than a saint, Madame Ortega, don't let anyone tell you differently," she said, her voice as genuinely grateful as it got. She lightly pulled her hand away from the baby as she and Maggie made their way outside, "Only a fool would deny such an offer." Leandra paused a moment, her index finger, adorned with a sharp pink nail, rested on her lower lip in such away that, were she to pull it swiftly down, it'd likely open up a wound that would be visible for weeks. She thought for a few moments on how to best use this newly offered resource before giving a single nod, dropping her hand from her lips.

"Alright, I know what's to be done. Once I've grouped Cohort 4 is together, I'll separate them into two groups: Probatios and children under thirteen, who are more in need of training, and Legionnaires fourteen and up. The Probatios and the children will be trained by whatever ex-Legionnaires you're capable of supplying. For now, they should be training with spear fighting. It's simple, but effective. Those who are new to fighting will pick it up quickly, and will be able to keep up with those who've been training for a while now. As for the Legionnaires fourteen and older, they'll be splitting up into two more groups. One will be training, and the other will be preparing for the Greeks. They'll switch every...hour and a half. And when it's our turn to help Alexia with setting traps, we'll all break from our tasks and do so." Leandra's long-winded explanation of her plan was given in a certain and business-like manner, as if she were seeing it play out perfectly in front of her. Once she was done, she turned her head slightly, giving Maggie a small smile. "Thank you again for your help. I do believe it could end up saving a number of lives."


Iris Rivers


Location: The Reception
Skills: People-Reading



Iris' lips jutted out into a pout as she watched the dark-haired girl blush and walk away. Her dancing slowed slightly, but never stopping completely. It wasn't hard for her to tell that Bethany had no intention of actually doing as Iris had suggested. "She's not gonna ask the question, is she?" she said to no one in particular. She took a small sip from her beer, before lifting her head up, smile back on her lips, as she began to dance faster once again, following a decent distance behind Bethany. "Whelp, if you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself." With that, she dance-sauntered her way towards Bethany and the happy couple. Once she got there, she stopped next to Bethany, her eyes on Wanda and Vision.

"Hellooooooo, my lovely collections of space dust!" she said, raising her bottle in greeting. A big, all-too genuine smile was on her face, as she brought the bottle to her lips. "Iris Rivers, I'm with the X-Men. I don't think we've met," she stated, giving a small, clumsy curtsy, before turning slightly to face Wanda, a look of recognition in her eyes. "You're the witch lady, right? You know, my mom's actually a pagan! And I guess I'm sort of a pagan? I think some of the celebrations and philosophies are cool, but, I dunno, I'm not really into joining any religion. I mean, no one else will ever think exactly like me, so what's the point in throwing myself into a same-minded mob, y'know? Though I guess there are all sorts of different types of paganism, and you can sort of make it your own. At least, that's what my mom always said. But really, any religion is what you make it. Maybe I should get more into religion? Oh, you should come to the X-Mansion to celebrate Yule with me next December! I don't think the others would be into it...actually, Neil might. Beth, remind me to ask Neil if he celebrates Yule." Iris' words came out fast an excited, always up for discussing aspects of her life with her mother. But as she stopped talking, she raised a finger to her chin, turning her eyes to look at Bethany. "I came over here for a reason. Bethany, why did I come over here?"




Location: Room 11 -> The Galley -> Room 1
Skills:

After finishing up in Room 11, Team Names-That-Sound-Somewhat-Similar-But-Only-Share-The-Letter-L made their way back to the Galley with the others, reporting back their lack of findings. Once the short briefing was done, they made their way back to the hallway, continuing their inspection in Room 1. The pair rummaged through the empty room, but, unfortunately, they, once again, came up with absolutely nothing. Cal let out a loud, unconcealed groan.

"Shit, mate, I'm beginning to think we're not Sherlock and Watson here," Cal said as she pushed the empty drawer back into place. She didn't divulge who she thought was Sherlock, and who she thought was Watson, though that was primarily because she didn't think she needed to. He'd been the one to find the secret post card, and she was the one wearing the deceased robots BDSM collar. It was pretty obvious who was who. "Gonna be honest, I'm not even sure we could out-investigate Encyclopedia Brown." As soon the words came out of her mouth, her eyebrows furrowed. That was a book, right? She vaguely remembered the concept of a kid detective with the same name, but nothing more specific than that. She quickly shook the unimportant thought out of her head.


Waverley Watts - Feedback


Location: Outside the Old Mutant Underground HQ - Inside the Van
Skills:



A small, tense smile reappeared on Waverley's face as Veil praised her, her head lowering, allowing her grubby purple locks to fall down in front of her face. As much as she constantly yearned for validation, she was shit at responding too it. So instead, she simply gave a grateful nod, mumbling something that was likely a 'thank you'. While it was true that the small gesture wasn't enough to sooth her tired and chaotic mind, it was nice to have some outside affirmation that she'd made the right choice. She turned her gaze back to the window, but just as she did, she saw a massive dome form around them out of thin air. Her eyes shot over to Warlock, narrowing in anger. She stood up, her rebar in hand, and began to walk towards the door of the van, but before she could get out, Sapphire exploded out into an icy terror. Waverley flinched backward, her sudden movement quickly giving way to intense shivering. She pulled her jacket closer to herself, dropping her rebar and instead moving towards the front, reaching her arm up to turn the van's heater up to full blast. When she looked back out to the others, she noticed Sapphire speeding away from the group, and Warlock with a devastating ice-wound in his chest.

"Everyone should get in the van before we all freeze to death," Waverley called out to the rest of the team, who she mentally labeled then as Team Witchfinders. Though she hadn't voiced it verbally, she did not include Warlock in her definition of the word 'everybody'. In fact, when Callie offered to bring him with them, Waverley's face contorted, a look of annoyance on her face. She didn't speak out loud immediately, instead shaking her head slightly, and leaning in to whisper to Veil. "I...I don't think I can be in the same car as him."




Location: Dumbledore's Office -> Outside Gryffindor Common Room
Skills:



"Right, the magizooligist. I actually do think I've heard of him," Fae said, her voice still somewhat uncertain. In truth, the name still didn't ring a bell, but that didn't mean her statement was technically a lie. If he was famous enough for some of the others to be freaking out over the chance to meet him, then she probably had heard of him in one of her classes, and had simply forgotten him. Or her. Newt very well could've been a woman's name, Fae realized. She was pulled out of her head when Dumbledore's bird burst into flames. The first time she'd seen it happen, it surprised her, but she eventually came to love it. A wide grin found its way onto her mouth as she watched, the light reflected in her eyes. She barely registered when Madalyne suggested they get moving.

"Yep, right behind you," she mumbled, though she didn't move from her spot. It kept her attention until the conflagration died down, revealing the baby bird who was the new incarnation of Fawkes. Rather than leaving immediately, she took a few steps forward, reaching a finger to lightly pet the phoenix chicklet. She lowered her voice, drawing her head a little closer in to the creature. "When the old man kicks it, you should come live with me. I'll be rich and famous by then. I'll have a big house in Wales, and you could come and go whenever you pleased. And we could even go flying together. How does that sound? Sounds good, right? Good, I'll hold you to that," she said, despite the fact that the bird didn't respond. She pulled away, giving a small head nod to Fawkes, saying "See ya later, then," before walking out of Dumbledore's office, moving swiftly to catch up with Madalyne.
Edit: Decided to drop this. After writing up three different characters, I just didn't feel the drive to continue coming up with and writing CSes for any more character concepts. Nobody's fault, I know that all of them had problems that were too severe to fix (one of them being that I just didn't like her enough to post her). I don't want anyone to think I'm angry or irritated at anyone, because I'm really not. Though now I just need to figure out somewhere I can use a group of hivemind triplets, a dead pirate, and an oddly specific Spanish witch child from the 17th century. XP




Location: Galley -> Room 11
Skills:

Cal's lips pulled up into a small, relaxed smile when Kyle spoke his piece, agreeing to go along with her to investigate. Her smile shifted to a frown when Manny began to give out assignments. She didn't much care for his authoritative attitude, taking up the role of leader without discussing it with the rest of the group. Though she also recognized that she herself would not make a good leader. She mentally added this pair of observations to the list of evidence to suggest she was simply anti-authority, right alongside the piercing holes she had seen in the mirror.

When the pairs dispersed to investigate their given rooms, Team Names-That-Sound-Somewhat-Similar-But-Only-Share-The-Letter-L made their way to room 11. Upon entering, Cal, not being blind, noticed that it was exactly like the room she'd woken up with. The pair wasted no time in starting their search, turning the room upside down, with Cal occasionally making suggestive comments, non of which seemed to spark any interest in Kyle. Eventually, they'd thoroughly ravaged the room, and come out empty handed.

"Don't think anything's here, mate," Cal finally stated, her voice ever-so-slightly disappointed. A thought came to mind as she spoke, and she moved over to feel under the corner of the mattress, where she'd found her vial of liquid. Nothing was there, but checking reminded her that she should probably bring it up to the group soon. She stood to her feet, a lazy smirk on her lips as she looked to Kyle. "Best we go ahead and report our findings, or lack thereof, to the General," she said referring to Manny, her voice sarcastic in tone. She gave with a faux salute as she spoke, to emphasize her lack of seriousness.
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