Framing A Moose

Forgotten Space

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Location: Water Processing Room/Catwalk
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Cal buried her forehead into her hand, letting out a deep, shaky sigh. It was a mournful one, one of sorrow, but also of stress. What had happened was no doubt a tragedy, but they couldn't afford to dwell on it. If they spent too much time wallowing in their loss, then it wouldn't take long for the corpses to start piling up. So, as much as it pained the empathetic woman, they had to focus on the task at hand and honor their dead later. Some part of her was sure that the sudden sense of pragmatism was a coping mechanism to keep the painful memories away, but she didn't linger on this line of thought. Instead, she took a deep breath, and looked over to Tessa.

"Tess, could you run back over to the Galley and get us a bunch of green liquid? Maybe if we dump it down there on Noah, the bots will assume it was Y2K who fell over the edge. It sounds insensitive, but...it might keep them off our backs for a bit," Cal said, her lips curled into a frown. She then leaned over, putting a hand on Y92-6's shoulder and looking them in the eye, her voice suddenly softer. "Are you gonna need painkillers for the operation, or...is pain something you don't have to deal with anymore?"

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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"Heh, Silver Balls is sooo much better," Iris replied, her voice ringing out amused through her lips, which were pinned up in a crooked grin. Even as she spoke, she kept her eyes on Klara, waiting for an attack to come her way. But when Lance spoke, she couldn't keep herself from glancing over at him and giving him a thumbs up. "Don't worry, I'm goo-" before she could finish her sentence, the awfully rude love goddess struck her across the cheek, causing her to fly through the air, her body slamming into the wall with a grunt. She let out a long, drawn out groan as she laid at the base of the wall for a few seconds, before slowly crawling back onto her feet. With the groan outlasting the time she spent on the ground, it quickly became apparent that the groan was not from the pain.

"You didn't raaaate it! If you don't give me feedback on my combative foreplay, it'll never get any better!" she whined, putting on a pouty face as she looked over to Klara. It didn't take long for the positive girl's smirk to return to her lips. She rolled her shoulder, trying to roll out the soreness that came after being thrown at the wall. She started to bounce back towards Klara, ready for round two, but before she could, Guin let loose a few shots at the ceiling, causing it to crumble down on their opponent. Iris raised her eyebrows.

"As dope as that was, I have a hard time believing she's taken care of. Mir, darling, I think you're right, we should be fighting smarter, not harder," she started, before lowering her voice, so that the crushed goddess, if conscious, wouldn't hear her. "How about this: if she crawls out of there awake and kicking, Beth ports her into one of those Blackbird mini plane things, and then Guin sets its course to take her back to Norway." As she spoke, Iris made her way over to Ed, where she decided to stand guard. He seemed to be doing some sort of magic casting stuff, and protecting him while he finished it seemed like a good idea.

Roll Request

I'd like to request that Iris roll her tai chi skill to protect Ed, whether it be from Klara if she crawls out, or the hippos (for the hippos, she'd be pulling him out of their way rather than trying to use tai chi to take down a hippo. Because she's not an idiot. :P)

The Gifted - Concluded

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Waverley Watts - Feedback

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Location: Outside Jack, James & Casper's Room
Skills: N/A

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Waverley would be lying if she said Veil's assertion that they'd get back Sunshine soothed her. She'd come to trust the leader of the Mutant Underground with her life, but a few simple words weren't going to be enough to overpower the awful, anxious thoughts that rang in her head. When Casper spoke his piece, Waverley couldn't help her eyebrow from twitching in annoyance. She was usually all for Casper's playful attitude. It relieved the Underground of some of the tension that it so often held. But in this case, it just put her more on edge. To her, this was as serious as matters could get: one of their own had been kidnapped by someone who at best was an MU member going through some mental problems and at worst was a traitor. Luckily, James pulled him back into their room before he could say anything else.

"I'm not hungry," Waverley mumbled to Echo, though her stomach disagreed. Her nerves had robbed her of any desire to eat. Even though her stomach was doubly empty from the previous day of starving herself out of grief for Cayden, she doubted she'd be able to touch any food that was put in front of her. Her gaze shifted down the hallway, where a couple of the M-Pox victims had shambled out of their rooms, looking like Walking Dead extras. Among them was Max. The usually well-dressed, elegant young man looked like...well, he looked how one would imagine a sick man living in an underground abandoned building to look like. As much as his words surprised her, she only let it show with her wide eyes for a second, before she turned them back to the floor, where they stayed for a short while, ignoring the children racing down for food and the loopy Luna. She only brought them back up to look at Veil when she announced their expedition team. She looked like she was about to protest, but instead, she just hesitantly nodded. If this was the team Veil thought could bring back Sunshine, then she'd suck it up. She was quiet for a few more seconds, before she looked back over to the disheveled warlock.

"Do...do you really think you can find her?" Waverley finally asked, her voice quiet and cracking, just barely audible from the distance she stood from Max.

Forgotten Space

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Location: Water Processing Room/Catwalk
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"What happened?!" Cal managed to wheeze out between her panting breaths. She'd done her best running to get to the others, but she wasn't what one would call an Olympic-level athlete. She wasn't able to get there as fast as she would have liked to, and when she did, she had to take a minute to lean on her knees and catch her breath. After a moment or two, though, she lifted her head up, getting a better look at the group who appeared to be pulling Y2K away from the railing. Cal curiously stepped up to it, peering over the edge. There, at the bottom of a long drop, she could see a broken body.

"Fuck! Is that-" Cal began, but she didn't have to finish her question. She new who it was: Noah. He'd been there when she'd gone, and was gone when she came back. It was the only logical explanation. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, pushing herself away from the railing as she went back to taking deep breaths. She could feel herself getting sick to her stomach, but she was too focused on keeping hostile memories from re-emerging to pay it any mind. "...How are we going to give a funeral to a man we barely knew?" she asked herself, trying to piece together how they were going to honor their newly passed aquantance. He was the first person in their little posse to die. Even though Cal didn't know him all that well, it was still hit her hard. She was too distracted by the knowledge of this tragedy that she didn't seem to be paying too close of attention to the conversation happening between the others.

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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"Awww, thanks Mir, you always know exactly what to say!" Iris jubilantly responded, wrapping her long arm around the shorter girl and giving her another half-hug, this one tighter than the last. Then her eyes flitted over to Quicksilver, confused for a second, before nodding in understanding. "Right, you're Mr. Stark now. Sorry, I forgot." There wasn't any malice or even any of teasing in her voice. She sounded as though she actually thought that's where she'd gone wrong. She let her arm drop from around Mira's shoulder, though, as a thin veil of darkness surrounded Guin and their resident Hot Older Man™️, causing Guin to start freaking out at her husband.

This seemed perfectly normal for the two of them at first; they seemed to get into their fair share of fights. But when it got physical, that's when it became obvious there was something wrong. Not to mention that only a few feet away, Daddy Ed was crushing their Dungeon Master, which was added to the oddness. Iris stepped forward eyebrows furrowed as she looked from him to the other two, trying to figure out what was going on. But when Pietro kissed Guin and cured her of her hysteria, it all seemed to be making sense. Or, at least, a little bit.

"Can someone please make out with the DILF so our DM doesn't die? I'd volunteer myself in a heartbeat, but I think I'd be more useful elsewhere," she called out to the group as she walked across the battlefield towards Klara. Once she got their, she was surprised to notice that someone had taken out her eye, which was bound to dampen her swordsmanship, good news for Iris. She got into position, knees bent, arms up, ready to dodge out of the way of any attacks thrown at her, and, if she was lucky, make her own strikes on the maniac. "Hello, my name is Iris and I'll be your server today. The special...your ass on a platter!...Sorry, I haven't really mastered the art of trash talk, so if you could please rate that on a scale from one to ten and give any feedback you might have, it would be very helpful to the cause."

Roll Request

Could we please get some rolls for Iris to dodge any attacks Klara might throw at her, and then for her to counterattack on any successful dodges? Thanks fam! ^_^

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Waverley Watts

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Location: Caldecott Tunnel
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"The name Nancy Parker doesn't have anything to do with being the leader of a militaristic Roman cult either. Sometimes names are just names," Waverley chirped up from her spot third-wheeling beside the unofficial 'it' couple of the Twelfth Legion. As much as she'd been relieved to find out that Marco was able to handle their Uber, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty that she wasn't able to help. She didn't let it show though, primarily keeping quiet as they made their way through the tunnel.

When the vehicle pulled to a stop in front of them, Waverley scrambled inside, her guitar banging against the metal of the car in such a way that it would've most definitely sustained noticable damage were it not one of those magical instruments of invincibility. She squeezed into the far back of the van, getting into the left corner furthest from the front. It was a little awkward, getting there with a guitar strapped to her, but she eventually managed to fit uncomfortably in the seat, with her knees pressed against the chair in front of her and her guitar taking up most of her lap (and likely some of the lap of whoever she was sat next to). She felt a little claustrophobic bunched up there. While it was true that she could've transformed the guitar into something more portable, it probably would've meant she'd need to retune it once they got to their destination. This definitely wouldn't have been a problem if they caught a train.

"Um, excuse me, driver? Sorry, I didn't get your name, Marco over there was the one who called the Uber. Anyway, could you please put on some tunes?" Waverley called out with the confidence of a socially anxious seaslug. Due to the distance she'd put between herself and the driver, she had to raise her voice a little, which she couldn't help but feel a little awkward about.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Waverley Watts - Feedback

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Location: Outside Jack, James & Casper's Room
Skills: N/A

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Waverley only ceased her pounding when she heard James shout from the other side. Of course Jack wasn't there. You don't kidnap someone, drop them off somewhere, and then come back to the scene of the crime. But some part of her had hoped that he'd be in there, waiting with a logical explanation that ended up with him innocent and Sunshine safe. That part of her was gone now. She slumped her head against the door, shutting her eyes tight. With the loss of her small bit of hope, the shortness of breath set in. Her intakes of oxygen became erratic, gasping for air as if she'd been plunged deep under some invisible lake no one could see. Then she heard a voice beside her. She didn't even register who it was, or what they were saying, just that it was someone she could tether herself to to stay grounded.

She pushed herself from the door and looked, seeing Echo in front of her. She grabbed onto him, her grip tight on his upper arm, and used it to find her footing. Listening to his voice, she forced herself to follow his instructions, pulling in as much air as she could, and then pushing it out. Her breaths were shaky, but they were calmer than her terrified wheezes. When she finally calmed herself down enough to comprehend her surroundings, she caught sight of the audience that surrounded her. Despite most of them being friends with most of them, having known them for a few months, she still couldn't help but feel crowded. This caused her to unknowingly tighten her grip on Echo. When she eventually spoke, she was looking to Veil. She'd seen the woman carry the weight of the world on her shoulders, and as much as she hated to add to it, this was something she needed to know.

"J-Jack went fucking nutso! I-we were just s-sleeping last night, and he-he came in and took her!" Waverley explained, her words coming out chopped up and anxiety-ridden. Even in her panicked state, she quickly realized that what she'd revealed wasn't enough to display the urgency of the situation. Jack was Sunshine's dad after all. So she clarified. "He fucking chloroformed me, and when I woke up, Sunshine was gone."

Forgotten Space

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Location: Water Processing Room/Catwalk
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"Seriously?!" Cal harshly whispered when Sophia explained who Zarina was talking to. The woman cocked her head back, letting out an exasperated smoky sigh, before taking another inhale from her cigarette. She had what some would call a resting bitch face, but the expression held on it at that moment as she filled her lungs with smoke was even more annoyed than usual. "Only a few hours ago we were stabbing each other to figure out who's human, and now we're willing to sit down and have a coldie with any random vent dweller we come across? You understand how unbelievably sketch that is, right? They're just as likely to be a Y2-Whatever as they are to be a person." Once she was done, she let out another deep breath, trying to calm herself down. When the green-haired kid actively and bluntly excluded her from the group, she couldn't help but snort in amusement.

"That's so fuckin' petty, mate. I'm almost proud," she replied, Zarina's slight causing a smirk to stretch across her lips. She then raised her hands defensively, letting out one final huff. "Alright, if you three want to do this on your own, go right ahead. Sorry for making sure you weren't dead. Won't happen again." It was another lie, of course. As much as she didn't want it to be. Even devoid of her memories, there was some instinct hidden in her cloudy head to protect the kid. She raised her hand in a lazy parting wave as she stepped away, but her relaxed posture suddenly tensed up as she heard a distant, all too recognizable voice calling for help in the distance. Vinnie. Cal tossed what remained of her cigarette onto the ground, stomping on it as she sped down the catwalk. Unfortunately, due to the physical activity her body had already endured in recent times, combined with her general lack of physical fitness, she wasn't making very good time, being almost breathless as she ran.

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.