Framing A Moose

The Gifted - Concluded

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Location: Mutant Underground - Dining Room
Skills: N/A

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Waverley turned her head to Echo, giving him a small nod when he volunteered to go with her to seek out Sunshine and Max. Her hopeful expression shifted, however, when most of the other Underground members immediately jumped at the chance to face the Hellfire Club. Even the youngest among them, one of the teens they recently adopted into their lifestyle, chose to go with Veil in spite of Waverley's suggestion.

By the time they were done picking teams, the Sunshine and Max Recovery Team was sitting pretty at three members: Echo, Casper, and herself. It was a bit concerning to her how light they were traveling in terms of members, especially considering Casper's glee in regard to going to a strip club. Veil coming back down and voicing their last two members didn't much help matters. She was happy to have Callie on board, but having Jack lead the team was...unsettling to say the least. He was supposedly cured of whatever psychotic bug was lingering in his head, but she couldn't help but worry that he'd snap once more when he saw Sunshine. It didn't seem like a sound choice to her. She was so enveloped in her worry that by the time she thought to ask Veil for her phone, she was gone.

"Shit...I didn't get a chance to scan Veil's phone, to see what we could learn about whoever sent that text," she muttered, her brow frustrated furrowed.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Stark Tower
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"What does that have to do with..." Iris began to ask Lance, looking for a clearer answer, but she trailed off when the conversation skimmed past the comment without really answering the questions it brought into her head. She lightly pulled her arm off her friend's shoulders, instead letting it hang at her side as she tried her best to follow along with the quick-paced quipping and planning that was thrown between the heroes. She was thankful to see Guin's hysteric laughing was the only major reaction to her comment. She wasn't sure if Scarlet Witch didn't hear or simply didn't care, but the lack of any sort of anger from her was enough to convince Iris she was in the clear. Her attention eventually turned to Runa when she warned the X-Men against going with her and the Asgardians to fight against Loki.

"Psh, I already have date nights with Chaos and Tragedy scheduled every Saturday night. We're practically a throuple by now!" she chimed in with a grin. She was quiet for a few seconds, before a lightbulb seemed to go off in her head, the realization that she didn't exactly explain her position only just then coming to her mind. "Oh, you're probably not fluent in Iris-ese yet. What I'm saying is that I'm down to boogie with the big bad mischief man too."

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Location: Mount Othrys
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Waverley twisted her head to look at Nancy, her eyebrows furrowing together in disgust at the girl's putrid bathroom-related taunts, before casting the same look at Atlas. She couldn't keep herself from gagging at the gross, childlike exchange between the Praetor and the Titan, her nose wrinkling up in distaste.

"Jesus, you guys are gonna make me puke up my breakfast...by which I mean my coffee. Are immortals always this disgus-" Waverley began to ask, before she was interrupted by the sight of a small rock speeding towards her. She stumbled to the side, just in time for it to speed by barely miss her head, instead putting a massive hole in the already crumbling structure. Her eyes went wide, looking at the damage as she gulped down her fear. She glanced back to Atlas, about to say something, before seeing that Marco was doing his thing. Her intimidated expression quickly faded when she came to a realization.

"Wait...that didn't rhyme. Huh, I guess it's over," she muttered, reaching up to her throat. She then turned to the others and pulled the piece of rubble out of her pocket, lowering her voice in hopes of not interrupting Marco's magical chatting. "Do you think this actually has sentimental value to him? If it does, I can leave it here. I was just thinking about taking it home as a souvenir," she whispered, pausing before adding, "That rhymed, didn't it? Guess I'm not quite home free. I've gotta get back into the groove of talking normally."

The Gifted - Concluded

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Location: Mutant Underground - Dining Room
Skills: N/A

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Waverley's half-smile broke out into a wide, uncontrollable grin as James swept Casper off his feet, peppering him with kisses. She'd been so wrapped up in the business of it all that she'd almost forgotten to let herself soak in the joy of knowing her friends were cured. So she did. She let James' exuberance infect her, like some sort of anti-M-Pox, spreading energy and glee throughout her body, buzzing with happiness. His sentiment was true; it didn't matter who brought the pills, or what they cost. The Underground was cured. That's what mattered. Her grin dissolved into laughing when Casper spoke.

"Axe body spray? I didn't even know that existed outside of middle schools," she joked, before her grin dimmed as Veil spoke. Right, back to the matter at hand. She nodded along with Veil's plan, swallowing the lump in her throat as the Underground leader gave them permission to arrange themselves. She'd at first been dead set on going to find Sunshine, but this also meant she'd be going after Max. Just thinking about him sent her mind on the fritz like static, threatening to pull her back into her most traumatic memory. After a few seconds, she spoke up to the others surrounded around the table.

"I'll help find Sunshine...and Max," she asserted. Her love for her friend won out over her disdain for Max, as love had the tendency of doing. "When Veil gets back, I'll see if I can learn anything about where that text came from." Her eyes then shot over to the new kid, Andy, and a look of uncertainty entered her eyes. She didn't like the idea of someone so young being in danger, but she also knew what it felt like to want to help.

"We'll see what Veil has to say, but...if you're sure you want to help, then you should come look for Sunshine," she offered, glancing over to Luna, Sapphire, James, and Echo for affirmation. Between the two missions, it seemed like the safer options. Even if it was a group of purifiers, they would probably be easier to take down than the Hellfire Club.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Living Room -> Kitchen -> Living Room
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Iris had contemplated getting changed before they left for Stark Tower, but she eventually decided she wore beaten-and-battered chic pretty well. After getting the stylish addition of a few bandages over her bleeding wounds, she boarded the Blackbird with the rest of the X-Men. Iris spent the ride, for lack of a better term, being Iris. Making comments that could only be seen as annoying or amusing, staring out the front window and making up stories about what was going on in the passing skyscrapers, all the usual things one would expect. Once they landed, she followed the others inside, before stopping as they were met with a goliath of a woman Iris first assumed to be some sort of bouncer. But when Lance introduced her to them, Iris' confused frown gave way to a beaming grin.

"The pleasure is all ours, Miss Aunt Jen," she replied, running her fingers back through her hair as the woman began to lead them into another room. As she did, Iris quickened her pace until she was next to Lance, before lazily draping her arm over his shoulders.

"Dude, your aunt is built like a fucking redwood tree! What gym does she go to?!" she whispered, before they spilled out into a room dappled with familiar faces. Her eyes immediately landed on the Scarlet Witch, specifically her pregnant stomach, a sight that made her eyes go wide. "I knew it! I friggin knew it! Vision does have a dick!" she hissed in excitement, a little louder than she'd intended on saying it.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Location: Mount Othrys
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Waverley slowly nodded as Madalyne explained that the scaly creature curled up around the golden apple tree was not, in fact, the basilisk from Harry Potter. She was a bit surprised that the girl had picked up on her reference, considering the fact that she was trapped in some spooky timetravelling ghost casino during a majority of the time that the book series was popular. Her tense form relaxed a little when Mads waved her arms, hiding them from the slumbering creature, but she kept her eyes on the beast as the crept out of its domain and up Mount Othrys. When it was eventually out of sight, she turned around to face forward.

When the ruins eventually came into view, a small smile arose on her face. She loved places like this, all decrepit and falling apart. Oddly enough, it was love for such places that led her to Jack London's cabin, or as she knew it now, the Wolf House. As the group marched inside, Waverley paused for a moment, squatting down to pick up the remains of a brick around the size of her palm. Souvenirs, she'd learned in her travels, were nice to have around. Mementos of past adventures she was able to keep in an easy-to-carry shoebox. She hurried then hurried in after the group, not wanting to be left behind. She slowed to a stop when she reached them, though her eyes were glued on the man being crushed before them rather than the group. Pity was rooted in her eyes as she looked on, though her face also took on a rather insulted frown when he spoke.

"Puny? C'mon dude. Don't you think that's kinda rude?" she chirped up from the back, the corners of her lips curled downwards. Though she did look offended by his words, sympathy was still present on her face.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Location: Mutant Underground - Dining Room
Skills: N/A

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Waverley's elbow rested atop the old wood table, with one hand resting on her bent rebar while the other lightly thumbed her forehead, where her injury had been. It was gone now, thanks to James, but it still hung fresh in her memory. She seemed lost in her own thoughts up until the moment Veil spoke, at which point she raised her head to look her way. As soon as she revealed she had a lead on where Sunshine and Max were, Waverley's lips parted, getting ready to volunteer as soon as she was done speaking. That time never came, however, as she was interrupted by a sudden gust of wind and a form appearing before them. Waves jumped to her feet, the useless bent rebar in hand, prepared to attack the intruder, but she sat back down with a relieved sigh when she realized it was only Quicksilver. Only Quicksilver. Those were words she'd never thought would enter her head unironically.

Her eyes drifted down to the box as the silver-haired boy explained what was inside. The way he phrased it sounded awfully tit-for-tat-ish to her. She was thankful to have the cures for the team, of course, but the way he immediately tacked on the information about the White House's vaccines being targeted by the Hellfire Club made it feel like a transaction. One she wasn't sure about. Before she could voice her thoughts, she was distracted by Casper, whose gentle prodding at the X-Men caused her to smile, having to stifle a laugh.

"Oh Professor, your head is looking extra shiny tonight. Pray tell, what lotion did you use on it?" she added somewhat hesitantly, doing her best to mimic the mocking voice that Casper was speaking with. The X-Men had been her heroes growing up, and in many ways they still were. But living as a street-level supergrunt in the Underground had certainly guided her to adopting a less idolizing attitude towards the privileged superhero group. For a moment she felt nervous about Quicksilver hearing her, but when she glanced to where he had been, he was gone. Seeing that, she looked over to Veil, the smile from Casper's comment still on her face. "Y'know, this really is above our paygrade. The Underground exists to protect those who can't protect themselves, right? Something tells me that the President of the United States might not fall into that category."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Living Room -> Kitchen -> Living Room
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"Wait...is one of your superpowers sparkle manifestation?! That's dope! I'll trade you my fire powers for it!" Iris chirped up like an excited child wanting to trade baseball cards, her attention suddenly diverting away from Annie and instead to Klara as she sprinkled sparkles all over the new goth. The goddess only kept her gnat-like attention for a few seconds, for as soon as Annie sat down to begin her work on Beth, Iris waddled behind, ready to help. She stood there, waiting to help a lending hand, but it didn't take long to realize that Annie seemed to have it under control. As she waited, taking a few huffs from her joint, she looked to Neil, who appeared to be at the end of a painful laugh. Iris had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep herself from breaking out into her own laugh, though the corners of her grin peeked out from underneath her fingers.

"Sorry dude, I'll try to be more boring. From now on I'll limit myself to talking about taxes, DMVs, and the US Postal Service!" she promised. Though only seconds after she said it, it was like a lightbulb went off in her head. "Be back in a jiffy," she said, before quickly limping off towards the kitchen. She came back not long after, intently inspecting the box which the game had come in. "Hm...no return address unfortunately...still, this box might be able to tell you guys something. Or maybe not, I don't know." As she finished speaking, she offered the box out to the group, for anyone who might want to take a look at it.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Location: Base of Mount Othrys -> Garden of the Hesperides
Skills: (RR: Stealth)

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Waverley's body went rigid as Emily tossed her into the spotlight, telling the group about their exploits in the forest that surrounded them. She shifted her weight to the right, sidestepping out from behind Em to give the rest of her companions an awkward wave. At first she was unsure about the sudden attention from the people who'd just seen her have a panic attack and run away, but as words of encouragement began to come her way, a bashful smile rose to her face as a blush warmed her cheeks.

"Oh, um, I really did next to nothing. Em was the one to pin it so it wasn't able to sting," she added, soaking in the validation. Her smile wavered, however, when Nancy spoke her part. Her smile stayed on her face, though it was now accompanied by a brow furrowed with confusion and eyes that betrayed her attempts to hide the hurt the comment had caused her. She'd been so blindsided she'd simply forgotten to drop her smile.

"Um, thank you, I guess? I suppose I should've expected less..." She mumbled the second part. The word 'useless' had been thrown at her a lot in her life, often from cops and often followed by words like miscreant, thug, and a number of much less PC insults. But it stung much more when it was from Nancy. She'd never talked like that during training, or Karaoke Dodgeball. With the way she was acting, it was like she was drifting in a gray area between friend and cop. The thought dissolved into an unsettling tenseness in her head as they began to make their way up the mountain.

She followed a few meters behind Em and Marco stewing in her own anxiety. She usually didn't mind being the third wheel, as long as she could be everyone's third wheel, something that didn't seem to apply anymore. So rather than wearing her third-wheeldom like a badge of honor, she wallowed in it, soaking up the loneliness of being the Third-Wheel Club's sole member. She contemplated on inviting Niah into the club for a moment - she seemed to qualify, and she could write up the TWC's oath while Waverley made the t-shirts - but she was quickly pulled out of her self-pitying thoughts as the group waded into a radiant garden. Waverley seemed to light up, excited to see something borderline magical that wasn't trying to kill them. Her joy melted to horror, though, when she saw the massive reptile curled up around the base of the tree.

"Oh my God, is that the thing that froze Hermione? And why the hell are those apples so shiny?" she whispered, her voice in a low, hushed whisper to match the others.

Roll Request

If stealth rolls are required to keep from waking the slumbering beast, Waverley does have a stealth skill she can use

The Gifted - Concluded

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Location: In the Van
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Waverley's gaze shifted back over to Sapphire as she spoke, her forehead crinkling in concern as she heard that neither Sunshine nor Max had made it back to the Underground hideout. She let out a worried huff from her nose, lifting her thumb to her mouth to lightly chew on her nail. It was a bad habit, but one she often took to when nervous. Where could they be? If they hadn't made it back into the Underground, then where could they possibly be? Then she felt the blood drain from her face.

"Do you think Max teleported her to the Hellfi-" just as the girl was about to string together yet another theory, she was interrupted by the loud crack of Glimpse's nose shattering under Jack's fist. She tensed up, her eyes going wide at the sudden combat, her body going still. Before she could jump into the fray herself, she saw Jack's hand speeding towards her. She heard the sound of the attack hitting her head before she felt it. In fact, it wasn't until she was on the ground that the injury began to make itself known, throbbing with intense pain. When she raised her hand to touch the wound, it felt like moving her arm through water, slow and weightless. And when she opened her eyes to check her hand for blood, her vision was blurry, and stars seemed to dot her peripheral. Even with the visual impairment, however, she could see the fuzzy outline of her hand drenched in bright red. She tried to push herself up off the floor, but the dizziness kept her grounded as she scrambled to get up. Her eyes turned to slits as she squinted, trying to understand what had just happened. Her vision sharpened a bit, just enough to see Jack trapped in one of Veil's forcefields, his hair all weird. "What's...?" she asked, her mind scrambling to put itself back together enough to think clearly.