Framing A Moose

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: The Reception
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When Bethany motioned to the now visible man as if it answered her question, Iris looked to the elderly man, decked out in what could only be described as a “villain costume.” Her eyes turned to slits, her lips jutting outward. He looked a little familiar, but as hard as she tried, she couldn’t place his face. Maybe he was a special musical guest; the Starks were rich enough to have a couple of those per event. But then why was Guin getting in his face? But then, Guin attacked him, earning a loud, ”Whoop!” from Iris, which was quickly silenced when metal began to surround her and her wedding buddy. Then it clicked.

”Oh, you’re that terrorist guy! Pietro’s dad! Uh...” Iris’ tone was filled with recognition, but as she tried to pull his name out of her head, she couldn’t seem to find it. She wasn’t sure she’d ever heard it. But then, suddenly, it surfaced to the top of her head: a name she’d heard mentioned since leaving Oregon, but one she’d never associated with the man before. It was only at that moment that she put the name to the face. ”Metallica! You’re Metallica!” Once she’d made the realization, she downed the last of her beer, and promptly began using the bottle to swat at the bits of metal as if they were bugs that acted on their own, and not weapons controlled by a madman. She continued to do so, right up until ‘Metallica’ claimed his innocence, which got a laugh out of her.

“Yeah, no, that’s bull. We’ve got security all around this joint. You had to fight someone to get in here. In fact, I can guarantee that, as we speak, there’s a mean hairy guy with sideburns whining about his bones hurting within a half mile radius of us. Which gives us the moral authority to bring down all the power of the Avengers and the X-Dudes on your fogey ass.” she called out, getting ready to use her tai chi to avoid the metal that would inevitably be thrown her way. After a second’s delay, she glanced over to the Scarlet Witch, adding in “Oh, and the West Coast Avengers too, who both seem pretty cool, even though one is still working on her superhero name.”

Forgotten Space

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Location: Galley -> Atrium
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Cal gave a satisfied nod as those around her gave their opinions on the possibility of having to kill. There were less people strictly oppose to it than she expected. Sophia seemed to be the only hard no, and her reasoning seemed more pragmatic than moral. Cal stepped away from the machine, shoving the pair of darts into her pocket. When Manny asked her if she wanted to hold onto it, she looked almost offended, defensively holding the vial to her chest.

”I can hold onto it just fine, thanks,” she replied, her voice slightly sharp and her body tense. After a moment, she let herself relax, dropping her arm and slipping the vial into her pocket. ”But if you get any idea what it could be used for...don’t hesitate to let me know. ‘Cause for all I know, it could be water...or maybe liquor.” With that, Cal followed the others out of the Galley, and into the Atrium. She hadn’t been investigating for long, before Sophia’s voice (and Vinnie’s much louder voice) caught her attention. She slowly slinked over, watching Zarina come back with some sort of tool, which she promptly tried to use to pop off the vent. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be working.

”We could try blowing it up,” Cal chimed in from behind the small group of girls that had gathered around it. ”I mean, I’m not a chemist, I don’t think, but if we put our heads together, I’m sure we’ve got enough collective brainpower to put something together.”

The Gifted - Concluded

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Waverley Watts - Feedback

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Location: George Washington University
Skills: Radio Wave Manipulation and Interpretation, Sound Wave Manipulation, Police Code Knowledge, Stealth, Running

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Waverley’s worn tennis shoes tapped anxiously on the floor as she and her group watched the lecture progress. She would always be the first to admit that she wasn’t a genius, but that didn’t keep her from having plenty of opinions on the subjects discussed, primarily about the morality of them. She didn’t speak up however, knowing that it was best for her and the others to stay under the radar. Though if she was being honest, she probably wouldn’t have been able to work up the courage to go up and voice her opinions even if they weren’t there on business. When Echo spoke up, however, Waverley nodded her head in agreement, his words pushing her to speak her own mind.

”Right? I mean, would it cure gingers of being ginger? Because that’s a mutation too,” she blurted out. That thought was likely the least deep and poignant one that inhabited her head, so she wasn’t sure why it was the one that managed to slip out. She was about to try to say something that’d make her come across smarter as she watched Sapphire question the scientists, but before she could do so, a loud blaring alarm began overhead. Waverley jumped in her seat eyes scanning the area for the fire. When she found none, she realized it must’ve been elsewhere.

“The fire is...” Waverley began, pulling her attention-drawing purple hair out of the bun she’d kept it in for the sake of subtlety, letting it fall down her shoulders. She reached out her mind, feeling for any sort of references to a fire. But she found none. Her eyebrows furrowed. ”...nowhere? I mean, there’d usually be a 911 call or a frat boy texting about it to his bros, but I’m not getting anything about a fire.” She opened her eyes back up, seeing that a number of people, including her own and a girl who was literally glowing began to file outside. Waverley followed behind, right into a scene of absolute chaos.

She did her best to evaluate everything happening, even as it raged before her. She first focused her attention on the cops, reaching out her mind once again. The feeling of the police communications had become all too familiar to her during her time in the Underground, so mimicking it wasn’t all too difficult. Neither was deciding what to say.

”10-19, I repeat, 10-19! All units return to station! Specialists are on their way!” came the voice from their radios in the voice of a gruff man who’d likely be a chief character in a police show. Suddenly, as she finished with their radios, she heard a gunshot from somewhere other than the officers, and her head spun to see the scientist’s daughter, bleeding on the ground.

”NO!” she screamed out. But when the word passed her lips, she felt her mind grab hold of it, doing something that felt oddly familiar, though she wasn’t sure why. It sounded louder than it should and she could see a number of the purifiers wince in pain. And then there was the feeling. It didn’t feel like the electromagnetic waves she was used to. When she manipulated radio waves, it felt like she was blowing on a leaf, trying to get it into a teacup. This felt more akin to grabbing onto a kitchen knife and stabbing a racist forty-seven times in the chest. It was more satisfying, more palpable. It caused Waverley’s eyes to widen as she paused for a moment. As she tried to figure out what had just happened, she watched a kid, fists cackling with electricity, begin to smite the purifiers one by one, like a genderbent teenage Zeus. Hoping she was enough of a distraction to keep the purifiers off her ass, Waverley quickly sped over to the fallen blonde girl, hoping to be both fast and stealthy. But when she got there, as she bent over to pull the girl up, she saw a number of the purifiers looking at her with malicious intent. She slowly stood back upright, and put her hands up. ”Please don’t shoot!” she tried, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

Harry Potter and the Alchemist's Quest - Discontinued

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Location: Great Hall
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Fae, unsurprisingly, was tucked snuggly in with her fellow Gryffindors, sitting amongst a number of both Quidditch players and non-Quidditch players. When Madalyne came over to join her, she wiggled to the side in order to make room for her. Her boots tapped impatiently on the ground as the staff spoke, wanting nothing more than to start shoving food in her face. When Madalyne made her teasing comment, Fae shook her head, a quiet chuckle escaping from her lips.

”Hardy har,” Fae mumbled, her gruff voice sounding rather un-Fae-like when reduced to a whisper. She didn’t sound unamused, however, her smirk seeping into her tone. As soon as Dumbledore gave permission for them to eat, Fae stood from her bench, immediately beginning to fill her plate up with steak, lamb chops, mashed potatoes, and really anything else the feast had to offer. ”I mean,” she began, raising her voice to its normal, loud volume, continuing to add to the mountain of food on her plate, ”Most of the ‘magic’ I do is already wandless.” She stopped gathering food for a moment to swing her fork around like a beater bat, demonstrating the type of casting she was most proficient with: physical-violencemancy. She quickly went back to the task at hand. ”Never had a hot teacher before, so that’ll be weird. Might find myself actually payin’ attention,” she let out a snort as she topped her food with a single cherry tomato she picked out of the salad. It was good to be healthy. She finally plopped back down, just as Madalyne asked her how she was doing.

”Hungry,” she stated simply, picking up one of her numerous lamb chops by the bone. She tore into it, devouring it cartoonishly quickly until only the bone remained. She’d made it a bit of a tradition to fast the day leading up to the first day back to school, as a sort of a way to cleanse her pallet of the rather unsatisfying food that her family was used to dining on. ”It’s good to be back, Mads. Stale bread and stringy bird meat ain’t shit compared to Hogwarts food.”

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Leandra Lovelace

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Location: New Rome - Outside the Senate House
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Leandra winced as she felt the infant yank down on her hair. She was just as down for a little hair-pulling as the next person, but not when it was a child, and definitely not while she was on the clock. Despite her displeasure, however, her only reaction was a grunt as she began unwinding her hair from the baby’s hand. Once she was free, she ran her claw-like fingers through her locks to straighten them out once again. She didn’t respond to Maggie when she insisted Leandra call her by her first name, only nodding when the older woman voiced her intention to go start looking for volunteers. Leandra was readying herself to go and get her people ready, when Maggie spoke up. Leandra turned to her, her smile giving way to a frown. The woman was pleasant enough, and she didn’t want to antagonize her. Usually, she chose to play friendly with her, allowing the woman’s vilification of her during the praetor elections to go unspoken. But the fact that Maggie brought it up seemed to sour Leandra’s mood a bit.

”You’re asking me to grovel at the feet of those in power. That’s something I cannot do, and something I should not be asked to do. The role of a leader should be to serve the people, and whether they like it or not, that includes me. If you’re suggesting I fear their fury, then you are casually admitting to the corruption inherent in the system.” Her words were ridged, without room for doubt left in them. She paused, letting out a soft huff from her nose. ”I will help them, but I will do so in the same way always have. When it comes time for them to make those difficult decisions you spoke of, I will not hide my opinion on which they should make. And if they choose wrong, I will be the first to ridicule them when their decisions cause our people harm. That is my duty. To New Rome and her people.” Leandra turned her back to Maggie, raising a hand in farewell. ”’Till next we meet, Maggie, darling.” with that, she sauntered off to gather her cohort.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: The Reception
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”Ah, that’s...disappointing,” Iris mumbled dejectedly, her lips curled down into a small frown. She didn’t seem to have any visible reaction to the Scarlet Witch’s little show of power. After all, in her new career as an X-Person, she’d seen a lot weirder. She quickly perked up, though, smile pinned back onto her lips. ”Want help coming up with a new name? Since you’re not actually a witch? How about...the Hanukkah Hellraiser? The Deadly Dreidel? The Mighty Menorah? Or if we wanna stray away from religious names, how about the Crimson Caster, huh? That’s a good one!” Iris continued to rattle off superhero names even as Wanda marched away, leaving her talking primarily at Vision and Bethany. She eventually stopped when she realized that the woman was long gone, but she carried on talking to Vision, who just offered her the likelihood of a blackout.

”That, my friend, is a risk I am willing to take!” Iris exclaimed, raising her bottle to him, before taking a particularly big sip. When Bethany proclaimed her idiocy, Iris stopped drinking, giving a shake of her head. ”No, no, of course I don’t wanna die, Crab Cakes. I just wanted to offer my friend’s husband’s sister to come celebrate Yule with me. Celebrating Yule alone is gonna be soooooo booooring!” Iris wasn’t exactly sure what Guin actually thought of her, but given that she’d been invited to her bachelor party, she assumed they were friends. A few seconds past after she quit talking, an expression of remembrance took hold of her face.

”OH, I remember why I came over. Vis, buddy, personal question: do you have a di-” Before she could finish her question, Iris was cut off by the sound of the the bride yelling at the top of her lungs. She turned her head in the direction of the others, eyebrows furrowed. ”Wait, what’s happening?” she asked, not waiting for an answer from the robotic man as she sauntered over with the others who had gathered behind Guin.

”YEAH, GET FUCKED, YOU DICK-FOR-NIPPLES CUNT!” Iris joined in, raising her beer in solidarity for Guin about to stab a bitch. She then looked to the others standing behind Guin for context. ”Who are we yelling at?”

Forgotten Space

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Location: Galley
Skills: Improvisation

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”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.”

Harry Potter and the Alchemist's Quest - Discontinued

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Location: Gryffindor Common Room
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"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!"

The Gifted - Concluded

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Waverley Watts - Feedback

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

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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.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Leandra Lovelace

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Location: New Rome - The Senate House -> Outside the Senate House
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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."