Framing A Moose

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Blackbird Hangar
Skills: Tai Chi (RR)

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"Agree to disagree, Mr. Silver," Iris replied when Pietro brushed off her suggestion. Admittedly it wasn't the most likely of outcomes, but, besides Annie, no one else seemed to be coming up with any better ideas. Iris' attention, unsurprisingly, was immediately drawn to the fog as it began to slowly emit from the board. She stepped back a few paces, watching as the misty cloud grew, waiting for something to happen. After a few seconds, something did happen. And that something was a woman with soulless black eyes, who, seconds after apparating, sent a knife flying through the air straight at Iris' face. As soon as she processed it, she tilted her head backward, getting ready to do some badass Matrix-esque dodge that would probably end with her falling on her ass, but instead she felt a hand grab her arm, pulling her out of the way. When she looked down, she saw that Mira was her savior.

"Aw, you really do care! My hero." Iris fake swooned as she spoke, letting her arm lazily drape around Mira's shoulders in a half-hug. She then looked over to Kara when she spoke, whom she greeted with a grin. "I know, right? I've been trying to de-borify her for months now, but I've barely made a dent. Anywho, you must be the jungle herpes. It's nice to meet-" she began, before being interrupted as Mira was pulled out of her arm and into a fight. Iris watched Mira take on the sword-wielding maniac easily enough, so she didn't step in. When the woman slashed at Mira's arm, however, Iris bent her knees, getting ready to jump in. Before she could, though, Bethany bound her in place, helped by the magic of Edus. The others seemed to know the woman, but she didn't recognize her from anywhere. Iris remained limber, and readied herself for battle, despite their attacker seeming to be subdued. She might be wrapped up now, but that might not last. As she stood there, eyes on Klara, she shot a glance over to Mira, looking primarily at the wound. "I can patch that up for you," she stated. Seeing as their healer was preoccupied keeping the woman from getting out, she figured her own survival would be a decent second option.

Roll Request

I'd like to get a Tai Chi roll for Iris to go on the defensive against Klara if she happens to escape.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Waverley Watts

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Location: New Rome - The Barracks -> Caldecott Tunnel
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Waverley's whole body tensed up as she began to feel the armor materialize around her. At first she didn't know what was happening, only that Madison was doing some magic hoodoo stuff. And despite how much Waverley liked the magical praetor, trusted her even, she couldn't help but start to panic as the light filled their eyes. It felt a little invasive to suddenly be surrounded by magic without any word of warning or anything of the like, but any feelings of breached personal space faded when Waverley looked down to find the shining armor now affixed to her body. As much as she didn't like the feeling of the extra weight on her body, she couldn't help but amusedly knock on the fake metal abs, a stark contrast to the soft, fleshy form that it covered.

"Man, I've never had a six-pack before," she mumbled, primarily to herself. After a few seconds of finger-drumming on her new set of armor, she quickly switched her attention to Marco, who she playfully poked in the ribs with her elbow. "See, I told you my magic powers could've taken care of it," she bantered, a small smirk dancing on her lips. The smirk faded, however, when Niah asked about the bank account, and was replaced by a uncertain frown. As the group began to walk, Waverley followed behind, staying silent for a few moments, lost in thought, only speaking up when Niah spoke up a second time.

"Uh, yeah, that's gonna be a problem," Waverley answered, the unspoken apology prevalent in her voice. Originally, she'd used her mom's banking information for the app, but not long after running away, she'd purged her phone of everything that could be used to track her. And, of course, she'd never been able to open up her own bank account. "I don't have a bank account or anything. Stuff like that requires proof of address and all sorts of other bureaucratic bullshit I don't have." Despite her harsh language, her tone was more worried that her lack of paperwork would cause their whole plan to fall apart.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Waverley Watts - Feedback

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Location: Sunshine & Waverley's Room -> Outside Jack, James & Casper's Room
Skills: N/A

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Waverley woke with a start, gasping for breath as if she were a drowning woman coming up for air. It wasn't unusual for the anxious girl to have nightmares. Hell, she'd always been more prone to nightmares than dreams. And she probably would've assumed what had happened the previous night was one such nightmare, were it not for the lingering thrum of a recently dissipated headache ringing in her head, no doubt a result of the chemicals she'd breathed in. Before she even gave herself an opportunity to fully wake up, she swung out of bed, the blankets clinging to her legs, causing her to stumble as she stood from her slumber. Her eyes immediately flicked to Sunshine's bed, hoping she'd find the blonde girl laying there, snug as a bug in a rug. But there was no Sunshine, no bug, no rug, only a mattress devoid of an owner. Waverley could feel her heart begin to quicken, and as she reached the door, kicking away the bedding around her feet, she saw her hand shaking as opened it. She knew the symptoms of a panic attack. Soon the shortness of breath would come, and she'd be a useless lump curled up crying in a corner. But she wasn't yet.

"SUNSHINE?!" she screamed out into the Underground, her voice dry and raspy, as if her throat hadn't been told it was time to wake up yet. As she stood there in the doorway of their room, waiting for a response she didn't expect to come, a face flashed in her head, standing over her in their dark room, holding a strong-smelling rag to mouth. It was an achingly familiar face. One that she'd seen all too often, going into the room right next to theirs. It only took a few paces to get there, with her hand dragging along the wall as she did. Once she got to it, she wasted no time, banging on the door with her open palm. She didn't care if she who she woke up. She had to figure out where her roommate was. "JACK?! JACK, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER?!"

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Blackbird Hangar
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Iris' eyebrows popped up on her forehead a bit when Mary spoke, seemingly going out of her way to ignore the question that Iris had asked concerning her freak out. And it still troubled her that the usually kind girl made no attempt to apologize for the slip up. Even after she'd mentally chalked it up to Mary not wanting to think about her lapse in sanity, it still nagged at the back of her head, though it was quiet enough for her to ignore. When Pietro asked what they'd do about Lance, Iris looked over to him. She hadn't actually realized that he'd popped up, but didn't seem surprised to see he was there.

"If someone took me to the Danger Room, I could try to calm him down again. I'd need some cover, since Upsilon's fire doesn't seem to work on the creepy crawlies, and there's no certainty it'll work, so I'll leave it up to y'all to decide if it's a shit idea or not. But first," Iris began, grabbing the dice from the board. She looked up at the group, which she saw had grown to include most everyone, save for Lance, and shot a thumbs up in the direction of Mira. "Team Horny is ready to roll!" With that, Iris shook the dice in her hands, before throwing them out onto the board. When they landed on lucky number seven, Iris pumped her fist into the air a little, excitedly watching as the rhinoceros for which Team Horny was named, slid across the board. Iris leaned over the board, gazing at the riddle bubble with curiosity.

All is fair in love and war;
The heat of a jungle makes a kiss a bore

Iris' brow furrowed and her head tilted ever so slightly to the left as the words surfaced on the board. She stared at them with confusion, before raising her head to see if anything had changed. To her immediate knowledge, nothing had, so she lowered her head to instead look back at the board. She tried to pick it apart in her head, trying to figure out what it could possibly be. She came up blank. Or, rather, mostly blank. There was one possibility that came to mind. "Hey Guin? You might wanna limit you and your boy toy's PDA, because I think Team Horny just exposed the X-Men to jungle mouth herpes."

Forgotten Space

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Location: Water Processing Room/Catwalk
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Cal took a break from her panting to let out an annoyed groan when Luke informed her of Zarina's location. "For fuck's sake, does no one know the bloody meanin' of 'stick together'?! It's not that fuckin' hard!" she exclaimed, her exasperation ringing clear in her voice as she spoke. It took a few moments for her exhaustion from both the physical task of climbing through the pipe and the mental task of keeping her head from exploding from the disorder of their little group, so she didn't register the conversation they were having right away. She took it in bites. First the name of the tall individual offered by Vinnie, Y2K, then the general idea that Them, now being referred to as the Vendri, put creature's consciousnesses into robots, and then finally, what the robot wanted the group to do to them.

It was that last realization that had the most effect on Cal. At the mention of suicide, images of the memories that had surfaced in the Galley flashed behind her eyes, and her heart pound harder against her chest. She lowered her head, hiding the panicked expression that had crept back onto her face. Her trembling fingers dug back into her pockets, pulling out her lighter and a cigarette, not caring that she had one not long before. Bringing the latter to her mouth, she lit it, taking a deep breath in. It helped a little, but it by no means banished the thoughts. The best thing for her to do was get away before the lean machine got out of Vinnie's grasp and threw themself off the catwalk.

"Brilliant, keep up the good work, interrogate them, see what you can find out. You're one scary cunt when you wanna be mate. I'm going to bring back the others, if they haven't already gotten themselves killed," she mumbled out to Vinnie, not really thinking about the words as they came out. She just needed to focus on getting away from the suicidal automaton. She followed where Sophia and Raynor had both disappeared off to, eventually coming upon a ladder. When she looked down, though, she found that the space below was already filled up with her associates. It didn't look like there was much space for her to fit down there, so instead she stayed at the top, reaching out her cigarette and and giving it a shake, letting the ash from the tip slowly descend upon them in a rude attempt to catch their attention. "Oi, what the fuck was that all about? When we make decisions, we ought to make them together! If we're constantly seperatin', we're gonna end up either dead, or joyless slaves to something called the Vendri," she hissed in a harsh whisper, loud enough for them to hear, but hopefully quiet enough to not get any unwanted attention from possible nearby hostiles. She then looked to Zarina, who was talking into a vent. "What's she doin'? Did she find another dismembered body part to keep her company?"

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Waverley Watts

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Location: New Rome - The Barracks
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As the travelling directions changed hands from Emily to Niah, Waverley shifted from Emily's side to behind the two of them, straining her eyes to try to get a good look at the paper. She wasn't able to catch much of it during the quick transaction, so she lingered awkwardly behind Niah, reading it over her shoulder. As she read the set of directions, she scoured her mind, flipping through her mental directory of train routes she remembered from her time as a vagabond, hoping to find one that would get them close to Mount Tam. Unfortunately, none came to mind. A frown overtook her mouth when her hopes of catching a train for this adventure were squashed. Her pouting was interrupted, however, when she heard Emily say her name. Her head popped up, and she took a step back from Niah, looking over to Em.

"No, I don't. I left home before I could get a permit, and after that it was all hitchhiking and freighthopping. Sorry," Waverley said, giving an apologetic half shrug. Her expression perked up, however, when the conversation shifted to the subject of a phone. She shoved her hand into her pocket, an act that was a bit of a struggle given it was on the side she was holding her suitcase on, and pulled out a phone. It wasn't exactly pretty, with the screen being home to an abundant amount of cracks, nor was it particularly valuable, looking to be a model released a good few years back. But despite its battered appearance, it seemed to still work, a fact demonstrated by Waverley when she hit the power button, causing the it to light up with her lock screen. "I've got one! And it's already got Uber downloaded on it!" she exclaimed, happy to be helpful. Her eyes then shot back over to her fellow fivers, and her expression dampened a bit. "Oh, but, uh, before we go, it was suggested I wear armor, but I don't have any stored inside. Would we be able to stop by the armory before we go?"

The Gifted - Concluded

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Waverley Watts - Feedback

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Location: MU Medical Room -> Entranceway
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Waverley's tears slowed when James spoke, but they didn't cease completely. It was as if his words had soothed her, but only to the point where she managed to stop her breakdown-level sobbing. The absence of a fight was a rarity when Sapphire was around, but luck seemed to be on their side when Sapphire basically dropped the subject with minimal scolding. Then Sapphire turned on her, and winced, lowering her head to hide behind her hair. The way Sapphire recounted the series of events didn't feel familiar to Waverley; the way she remembered it, she'd used her newly discovered power to protect Sapphire from being struck with half a car. But the older woman's description of what had happened caused Waverley to doubt her own memory, assuming the more experienced MU member had a better recollection of the experience.

She lifted her head back up when Sapphire took her arm, gulping in fear as she got ready to set it. The suddenness of it shouldn't have caught her off-guard, but it did. She let out a loud screech of pain as the bone was snapped back into place. It caused her mind to blank for a few moments from shock. When she eventually came to, James was holding her newly set arm, using his abilities to heal the bone. It took her a moment to register the doctor's yelling, but when she did, she looked over at him confused.

"I-It's okay...she was just setting my arm," she mumbled, quick to defend her teammate, completely unaware of her sadistic act. She sniffled, but her tears had stopped, as if the way she'd clenched her eyes shut during the medical procedure wrung her eyes dry of tears. Her eyes then shifted back to James' hands on her arm, relieving her of the pain. It took a long while for the process to be complete. Once it was, she lifted her arm up, opening and closing her fist, as if to test if it still worked. When no pain came, she gave a nod, looking back to James. "That's better. Much better. Thank you," she said, the tremor in her voice for the most part fading. Her eyes then flicked over to Sapphire. "Both of you." With that, Waverley stood up, wiping away the dampness on her cheeks until the only sign of her crying was the red in her eyes, and quickly walked passed Jack as she left the room, making her way towards the entranceway.

Her heart fell out her face when she saw Sunshine offer up Magik's body to Colossus. She looked so bare when left without it, so vulnerable. Colossus looked to be in a similar state even with his sister's body in his arms. Had Waverley been closer to him, it would've been a harder decision whether to soothe the man who'd just lost his sister or the teenage girl one tragedy away from calamity. But she wasn't. As soon as she'd descended down the stairs, she slowed her pace, walking with care towards Sunshine. She softly took a seat next to the girl. At first she didn't speak, instead placing a gentle hand on the back of her shoulder. She gave a soft squeeze, as if to warn the girl that speech was incoming. "I'm sorry I ran off like that. I needed to get patched up...how are you feeling?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing as tissue paper that wipes away tears, so very different from the desperate sobbing she'd been doing only moments prior.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Danger Room -> Blackbird Hangar
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"Yeah, about that; my super stuff isn't exactly diverse," she replied when Mary suggested she try something other than the fire wall. Mary seemed to be back to her normal self, which was a bit jarring. It was like someone flipped a switch. She figured that the ring of fire had probably just made her flip out, which would account for her actions, but she then there were all the things Mary had said. It's easy to do violent things on instinct, but when it comes to saying things, they've got to pass through your head before they come out your mouth. Then there was the fact that the young woman made no attempt to apologize. Iris didn't dwell on it, instead focusing on the spiders coming at them, standing ready to defend Lance. "If they're immune to fire, all I've really got to fall back on is these dope moves." As if to demonstrate, she waved her arms around in a mock martial artist manner. A few seconds in, though, she was interrupted by a powerful hit sending her into the air.

"Well isn't this just - UGH! - swell," she said surprisingly nonchalantly as she sailed through the air, grunting in the middle of it as she hit the ground. She was sure she'd end up with bruises all over: some on her back from the hit itself, and some on her front from the harsh landing. She didn't blame Lance, of course. She knew that being Hulk Jr's official chill-the-fuck-out-er had its downsides. Even worse, if the giant green dude now playing the role of Clark Pest Control was anything to go by, she didn't even manage to sooth Lance before he transformed. So, with the person she was supposed to keep calm going on a rampage, and the spiders she was supposed to keep at bay with her pyrokinesis immune to fire, it didn't seem like things could get much worse. When spiders began to swarm her, nibbling at her arms, she let out a deep sigh. "I guess this is my life now. There are worse fates than being spider food." Of course, getting herself out of the situation wouldn't be too difficult. Just a little martial arts and she'd be home free. But before she got the chance, the world was enveloped by darkness. When the darkness faded, she found herself in an entirely different room. She blinked, sitting up. There in front of her stood Bethany and Mary. Her smile quickly found its way back onto her face.

"Just peachy," she said, giving Bethany a thumbs up. She then got to her feet, dusting herself off before examining her arms, poking at the spider bites. "Man, you really saved my hiney there, Beth. You know what that means, right? Life debt. I'm your responsibility now." She then shifted her gaze to Mary. "You seem all chill again. What happened to the druid dominatrix that hopped on me like a bunny in heat?" She asked, before turning her head once again, this time letting her eyes fall on the game Bethany held in her hands. "So should I roll for Mira and I, or should I wait until the band's back together?"

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Waverley Watts

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Location: New Rome - The Barracks
Skills: (RR: Traveling Knowledge)

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"Yeah..." she quietly said when both Marco and Emily pushed for armor. Despite the consensus, she didn't seem convinced. She contemplated in silence as her fellow fivers whisked about, discussing the idea of bringing their adorable little pet on the deadly mission. Not that she was judging of course - she always imagined the little sugar glider to have Momo-level agility and craftiness, capable of not only surviving dangerous situations, but helping to overcome them. She had no actual evidence to back this mental depiction up, but she couldn't shake it from her mind. After a few seconds of plucking absentmindedly at her strings she looked up with a decisive look in her eyes.

"Fuck it, I've got my weird magic stuff. One verse of I'm Still Standing and we'll all be practically invincible," she said, slinging her guitar back behind her back. She sounded confident, or as confident as the anxiety-riddled girl could get, but in reality she wasn't sure how much she actually trusted her 'weird magic stuff'. She'd been learning how to use her music in a fight, but even so, she was by no stretch a pro sorceress. But she also trusted herself more with a guitar covering her abdomen than a chest plate, so she decided she'd leave the armor at home. She hoisted up her suitcase, and followed Em outside, where they were greeted by Niah and Madalyne. She gave a thumbs up to Madalyne, confirming that she was ready, before her attention was stolen by Emily mentioning bus routes. At that moment, Waverley perked up, eyes widening as an oddly pure, puppy-like grin spread across her face. It was weird the kinds of things you miss when you join a cult. Waverley missed public transportation. If she was being honest, she didn't miss buses as much as she missed trains and subways, but she missed them nonetheless. With that thought, though, she got an idea. "Can I see the bus routes? There might be a train we can hop onto that'll get us closer than a bus could," she offered. In all honesty, she just really missed freighthopping, and was hoping to work it into their little quest.

Roll Request

Could I get a roll for Waves' Travelling Knowledge to see if she can remember any trains that might head that way?

Forgotten Space

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Location: Atrium -> Water Processing Room/Catwalk
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"Shit," Cal hissed when Manny informed them of where the others had gone off to. Part of her wanted to start barking at the bigger man about how he shouldn't have let them go in alone without discussing it as a group first, but she quickly came to the conclusion that trying to follow the group would be more productive. Still, she made sure to keep 'scold Manny for not stopping them' as a plan B, especially when she caught sight of the small opening which she was positive she wouldn't be able to fit through. Still, she forced herself to try. She climbed in after Raynor, pulling herself in, and to say it was a tight fit would be an understatement. Even when she sucked her belly in - which was actually a belly and not some six pack stolen from the gods - she was still too big to be in the pipe. She could feel every inch of her body pushing against the cool metal as she slowly inched forward.

If she was being honest, she probably spent more time stuck than she spent moving. But eventually her inchworm strategy worked, and she finally pulled herself out, finding herself in a strange new area. Not even stopping to catch her breath, she began scaling the ladder with the spirit of an Olympic level athlete saving a baby from a fire. Her body didn't match such a spirit, however, so as soon as she got up to the catwalk and saw a cluster of familiar faces doing all well and good, she bent over, hands on her knees, out of breath. She took a few seconds rest, before raising her head, taking a second look at the group. She quickly noticed something worrying.

"Where's the kid?" she asked, the concern in her voice only slightly masked by the annoyance that accompanied it. It was then that she looked down at the figure slumped at their feet, tall and androgynous. She didn't recognize them from their own batch, and quickly figured that it was them who the scuffle had been against. "And who's the lanky fuck on the floor?"