Framing A Moose

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Location: Mount Othrys -> Senate House
Skills: Mystiokinesis, Singing

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"Yeah, no problem. I mean, what are friends for if not fending off werewolves with musical instruments?" Waverley responded to Emily, still strumming away, funneling every scrap of magical energy that came back to her into maintaining the portal with Madalyne. Her eyes darted between the wolves and her fiver friends as they quickly pulled themselves together, being the first to hop through to the other side. Waverley herself shuffled backwards towards it at a slow pace, though her speed picked up as she felt Niah grab onto her, pulling her towards the portal. They were quickly joined by Madalyne dragging Nancy behind her, and grabbing hold of Waverley as well once she got to her. With that, the four of them leapt through the portal together.

Waverley fell face-first onto the cold, hard marble. One disadvantage of having an unbreakable guitar, Waverley discovered as she carened into the ground, was that landing on it was not unlike landing on a small pile of bricks. It slammed into her stomach, causing her to let out a pained grunt as her lungs were robbed of their breath. She slowly crawled up back onto her feet, coughing as she slowly regained her breath. She wouldn't be surprised if she found a guitar-shaped bruise on her stomach the following day. Her eyes first scanned the massive hall they were in, which earned an expression of confusion from the girl, especially upon seeing the rows of bigwigs in togas.

"What is this place? The executive bathroom?" Waverley asked quietly. She'd never had any reason to be in the senate house, though now that she was there, she thought about perhaps changing that; the place seemed like it had good acoustics, and she could picture herself strumming on her guitar in the dead of night atop the rows of the weird marble benches. Her eyes eventually landed on Mads, or rather, her arm, covered in a sleeve that was just beginning to soak up some of the blood that it was trying to hide.

"You're hurt." She quickly stepped towards her praetor, gently grabbing hold of her wrist and pushing the sleeve up. She grimaced when she saw the injury, looking back up to Madalyne's face with sympathy. She then turned her attention back down to the wound and put a hand over it. When she began to sing, her voice was soft, quiet, not wanting to disturb the room of rather serious-looking folks and the older woman who immediately asked Mads and Nancy to take her place.

"I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of SoHo in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fooks
For to get a big dish of beef chow mein
Ah-hooo, werewolves of London
Ah-hooo
Ah-hooo, werewolves of London"

Waverley found that with the short time between jumping through the portal and beginning to heal Mads, some of her energy had come back to her; she could almost picture a mana bar hanging at the edge of her peripheral vision, slowly refilling every free second. At first, her throat hitched, not used to singing such an upbeat, energetic song practically under her breath, but eventually she got into the rhythm, and the gaping wound began to stitch itself back together, until the only thing that remained was a prominent scar. She found herself much more satisfied with her job healing up the wound than she had been with her killing of the pit scorpion, oddly enough. After it was done, she let go of Madalyne's wrist, peering back up at her.

"Sorry if the song choice was a little insensitive...it's a good thing that stuff about werewolf bites being contagious is just bullshit...right?" In her time at Camp Jupiter, she'd learned a lot about how legends can often be distorted by time, and that the human account isn't always an accurate one. She hoped such was the case here.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Location: Mutant Underground - Dining Room
Skills: (RR: Internet Skills)

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"Would they be able to get into a strip club?" Waverley pondered, flashing a glance over to Casper. His party boy past might be able to come in handy, figuring out if the pair of teens would be able to get in. "Sunshine's eighteen, and Max doesn't strike me as much older. If they serve alcohol, they probably won't let anyone younger than 21 in. Hell, I probably won't even be able to get in, being ninetee-...wait, what's the date?" Her thoughts were derailed as she pulled her phone out of her pocket, clicking it to open up the lock screen.

"Oh man, I missed my birthday...doesn't matter, I still won't be able to get in." There was a certain innocent sorrow to her voice at the realization, but she quickly shoved it away as she looked back up to find Callie and Jack were already making their way out towards the garage. She quickly got up, her chair squeaking as it scooted out, and followed behind them. When they crawled into the car, Waverley took up the seat right behind Callie.

"Hard to plan for something when we don't know exactly what to expect. That said, I can see about getting into the club's security cameras before we go inside. If Sunshine's there, she should stick out like a sore thumb; I don't think she has anything that'd resemble clubbing attire," she plotted, before her attention was pulled instead to the green-haired girl. She sighed, having hoped that the child would stay behind, safe and cozy in the hideout. She pulled out her phone, beginning to type, but as she did, she spoke."Zari, right? Welcome to the Mutant Underground, in case nobody’s formally said it. Couple things: First of all, we're gonna have to try to be stealthy. So you might not want to carry that...robot head thing out in the open. Or the floating eyeball. Second, if we do need to fight, we fight to incapacitate, not to kill. Third...please don't die."

Roll Request

Two rolls please: One using Waverley's internet skill to find out general info on the club, and then one to specifically find a picture of the owner and some info about them.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Stark Tower
Skills: N/A

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Iris was oddly chipper as the group touched down on Liberty Island to face the God of Mischief. The place had been on her list of sights to see during her time in New York. Despite disliking the city, she felt compelled to explore it, for the new experiences if nothing else. She'd even once attempted to borrow the Blackbird to fly out there, only for her attempts to be foiled by her utter lack of knowledge of how the high-tech plane worked. So as they got out of the aircraft, she had a skip in her step, more reminiscent of a tourist than a warrior.

"Does it feel weird to anyone else? Us having a plan, I mean? It's like...wearing shoes while walking on grass," she pondered aloud, her eyes immediately gazing up at the massive statue that was the island's main attraction. She listened to the extended plan, though, even if it looked like her attention was elsewhere, a fact made evident when she took a large step towards Mira at the mention of teams. She hoped that prodding the girl with this little nonverbal olive branch would help her figure out whether she was still mad at Iris. Without saying anything to Mira, Iris turned her gaze down to Mary and spoke up.

"Hey, so, I knooooow I said fire was never the answer, but..." she began, her hand fishing into her pocket to grab something. She brought out a lighter, which she flicked open, causing the small flame to dance in place. "If we start a little fire, we'll be able to start evacuating people faster without raising suspicion. A little arson goes a long way. Plus, we're surrounded by a big old ocean, so if it gets out of control, our lovely love goddess will be able to put it out no problem!"

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Location: Mount Othrys
Skills: Musical Mystiokinesis, Combative Magic, Guitar, Stick Combat (RR: Musical Mystiokinesis)

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Waverley's body went stiff as howls filled the crumbling castle, her head whipping about to see where they could possibly be coming from. It didn't exactly sooth her when upwards of a dozen werewolves crept out from the shadows, looking ready to kill. Having been a musician for quite some time, Waverley didn't often get debilitating stage fright, but she'd also never played for an audience that wanted to rip her throat out as badly as these humanoid wolves seemed to (except for perhaps in some of the smaller, more conservative towns she'd been forced to travel through on a few occasions). As the canines descended on the group, Waverley felt herself freeze up, her hand hovering over the strings of her guitar. Right up until, a few seconds later, Madalyne grabbed hold of it.

"Wha- AGH!" Waverley only had a split second to be confused before she felt Maddy sap her of...something, something she couldn't quite pin a name to. She felt herself grow dizzy, and a cloud of what felt like writer's block on steroids polluted her mind. It was like some of the essence of her creative inspiration was being drawn out of her. A few things that sat in the backburner of her mind - concepts for chord progressions, half-baked melodies, unwritten lyrics - seemed to fade away into nothingness. She bent over a bit, hands going to her head, trying to shake the haze away. She managed it after a few seconds, aided in her descent back to earth by the loud sound of...Christmas music? She looked up, seeing Nancy belting the famous holiday tune out, causing a few of the wolves to start bleeding from their ears.

"It's...it's the middle of June my dude," she said, but her attention was immediately torn off of Nancy's unconventional battle hymn as a number of beasts managed to pin down three of their teammates, including both of her fellow fivers. She let out a deep sigh, and began to play along with Nancy's singing, pouring some of her remaining magic into the song and wishing for the release of her friends. As she strummed, the pile of dust and rubble behind her caused by Atlas' first attempted attack began to quake, shifting as it began to levitate in the air. It compressed, stretching into a long cylinder, becoming something of a serpent of crushed stone. It flew threw the air, crashing into the werewolf on top of Madalyne and throwing it back, before doing the same to the one on Marco.

But before it could get to Emily, Waverley felt her magical energy wavering. She tried to keep the Onix-like snake together, but she couldn't manage it. As it slipped from her magical grasp, it lost shape, crumbling back to the ground as nothing more than an array of broken rocks. She let out of a huff. But she didn't have time to rest, not with Em still under the werewolf. With her magic dwindling, Waverley instead slipped her guitar off her shoulder and grabbed it by the neck, running at the beast. As she got into range of it, she swung her instrument into its side, shoving it off her friend.

"Men can be such dogs!" she joked, slipping the guitar strap back over her shoulder. There was always time for puns. She wasn't sure how much magic she had left in her, but as she saw the portal flicker, she knew she had to try to help Madalyne in her efforts. She continued to play, this time pushing her influence to the portal in hopes of helping it stay up. She had no intention of going through the portal before everyone else was through, even at Madalyne's command.

Roll Request

Waverley will be doing her best to aid Madalyne in her endeavor of keeping the portal open

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.