Framing A Moose

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Location: Maddy's Villa -> Senate House -> The Sewers
Skills: (RR: Singing, Musical Empathy, Guitar)

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"I'm sure we can talk to the, um...gods about letting you off the hook. And if they don't, well...then they're dicks. In which case, we'll find a cure ourselves," Waverley chirped as Madalyne began to usher her out of the villa. It was clear that referring to the Roman deities as 'gods' made her uncomfortable, but she recognized her comfort wasn't a priority at the moment. As they stepped out of the building, Waverley tilted her head a little at Maddy's suggestion. "Cohort? Oh, right, my roomies," she commented. Even after spending months at Camp Jupiter, cohort wasn't exactly in her daily vernacular.

Waverley followed Madalyne back up to the Senate House. Part of her wanted to continue soothing the girl, but she also understood that she had a lot going on at the moment, and she'd probably prefer spending her time strategizing for the war to come. Besides, plenty of people threw themselves into work as a coping mechanism, and it wasn't that unhealthy. Waverley quietly followed Madalyne into the Senate House, only to be greeted by the grim, unsmiling faces of Team Toga. She stood awkwardly at the door as Madalyne immediately joined in on the military talk. Waverley found herself awkwardly standing in the entrance of the door listening to the conversation, waiting for a lull in the planning to chime in and ask where she was supposed to go. But when Nancy spoke ill of the Greeks, Waves couldn't help but pipe up. In fact, she tried to stop herself, but the words were out of her mouth before she could.

"Isn't that a little harsh Nance? I mean...we've never even met them," she chirped up from the entrance, before her eyes went wide, suddenly aware of the attention she'd drawn to herself from likely the sternest people in New Rome. She quickly coughed into her hand, beginning to back up. "Defensive line, right. On my way. Have fun, er, planning for war and stuff. Break a leg," she quickly said, before vamoosing out the door, and setting off to join her cohort.

Roll Request

During the timeskip, Waverley would like to use her singing skill, her guitar skill, and her musical empathy ability to lead Cohort 5 in some shanties and bolster their spirits in preparation for battle.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Location: Inside the Glitter Factory
Skills: Sound Wave Manipulation

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"Y'know, one of these days we really need to have a sit down with you, because I feel like there's a lot we don't know," Waverley mumbled in response to Zarina's blunt yet incredibly vague explanation of her parents. She glanced backwards as Callie did her thing, allowing Casper to slip past them without any trouble. Waverley let out a relieved sigh once they were all in the Glitter Factory together. "Alright, now that we're all-...Where's Echo?" the girl turned her head to-and-fro, looking for her missing teammate. Then, as if saying his name had summoned him, he stumbled back to them, a panicked look on his face and a word of warning on his lips.

"No, Cas, I think he means an actual, literal trap," Waverley clarified as her eyes darted to the imposing hooded figure that stumbled out the dressing room after Echo. It all happened so fast; she felt the sound waves of the gunshot before she heard them, and as soon as she did, almost on instinct, she amped them up as much as possible, causing the gun to launch from the man's hand to somewhere else in the crowded bar. The girl let out a sigh, looking to the others, hoping that the bullet hadn't landed on one of them. Unfortunately, her hoping proved to be in vain, a truth punctuated by the sight of Casper bleeding on the floor.

"Fuck! Someone grab Casper, we should get out of here now," she asserted, stretching out her arms in preparation for battle. She could feel every single sound that clouded the room; the screams of the partiers running for the doors, their feet shuffling against the floor, the panicked opening and closing of doors. But overwhelming all of them was still the music, which was what Waverley chose to focus on. She grabbed hold of it with her mind, redirecting it towards the hooded figure and pumping it up as much as she could. It seemed to work, the sonic blast landing on the strange man.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Stark Tower
Skills: Meditation

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Iris sped across Liberty Island, thanking the gods just this once for the long legs that came with her height. She felt a burning sensation spread through them accompanied by the pumping of blood. It felt a little like what she felt when she used her powers, though it was less potent, and lacked the chill that came with it. When she eventually skidded to a halt, what she found was chaos. Perhaps that shouldn't have been a surprise, considering who they were fighting. Lance was in the process of flying back from a strike administered by a familiar silver blur, before vines began to creep up onto his body. She stood confused for a moment.

"What- Wait, is this some Loki mischief magic shit?" She guessed, eyeing the scene, before her eyes caught sight of an emerald hue spreading across Lance's skin. Her eyes went wide, and she quickly sped over to him, shouting over her shoulder, "Mary, get your vines off of Lance! You're hurting him!" as she stopped a few feet away from the boy.

"Lance, remember our exercises! Turn your attention away from the pain and the emotion and the rage, and focus on your breath, okay? Count with me...in...out...that's one," she began to run him through a meditative exercise, though it was difficult to speak in a soothing tone when she couldn't even hear herself speak. As she began her count to ten, her attempts at first proved unsuccessful, but at around the fifth breath, she managed to get into a groove that seemed to work. As she continued on, she watched as the green began to recede. "That's it...in...out...nine. In...out...ten."

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Location: Maddy's Villa
Skills: Unbridled Optimism

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Waverley, who'd been bent over, hands on her knees, struggling to catch her breath, stood back upright as the door creaked open to reveal a teary-eyed Madalyne. For a moment, Waverley looked at her with sympathy, the same she'd shown when she'd seen Atlas holding up the heavens. She imagined Madalyne felt like that now; as if the sky itself was trying to crush her underneath its tyrannical boot. But the sympathy quickly disappeared, replaced by a beaming smile, as if she was trying to cast light into Madalyne's soul in order to scare the darkness away.

"Sure there is...I can make you tea," she offered. Or perhaps it wasn't an offer, but instead an assertion, as she didn't wait for Madalyne to accept before she quickly sped inside, slipping her guitar off her body and leaving it at the door. Within seconds she was in the praetor's kitchen area, filling up a kettle with water and placing it onto the stovetop to warm. She was quiet as she pulled a mug out of Maddie's cabinet, trying to arrange her thoughts as she dropped in a teabag. After a few more seconds of hesitation, she turned around to look at her friend.

"As far as we know. That's the key phrase here," she chirped, her shoulder popping up in a half shrug. "A year ago, there was no such thing as magic, or demigods, or dragons, as far as I knew. Yet here we are. And I'm sure there were days when you were trapped in that weird Limbo casino that, as far as you knew, you'd never get out. Yet here you are." Waverley was interrupted by the high pitched whistling of the kettle, which prompted her to turn around, and pour the warm water into the mug, the teabag immediately turning it a light shade of green. Once it was full, she turned around, holding it out to Madalyne. "What I'm trying to say is...we don't know what's possible until we do it. So let's do it. After this big fight is over, let's find a cure. I mean, curses were made to be broken, right?"

The Gifted - Concluded

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Location: Outside the Glitter Factory
Skills: Internet Skills, Perception

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"She is?" Waverley replied back to Zarina, stressing the is. She'd assumed the girl was an orphan, so hearing her refer to her mom in present tense threw her off. Suddenly bringing the girl into their little group sounded a whole lot more like kidnapping than adopting. But when James asked for a plan and Jack gave his vague answer, she decided to push her concerns to the back of her mind until they were back at home. Perhaps it was because of her immediate objection to putting Jack in charge of his earlier victim's retrieval or perhaps it was her insecurities brought on by Zari's ability to do everything she was used to doing faster, but whatever it might've been, it put her in overdrive. As they moved through the line, she stared down at her phone, typing away at a speed that could rival Negasonic.

"Well, Z and I - Is it alright if I call you Z?- We looked through the cameras, and we didn't see Sunshine or Max. So if they're here, they're gonna be somewhere that the cameras aren't looking. That leaves us with the bathrooms, the dressing rooms, and, erm...the special...entertainment rooms." Her quick, almost cool planning voice dimmed down into an awkward finish as she seemed visibly uncomfortable with the idea of going to any sort of special show room. "We should check out those spots, and if they're not there, then they either left, or were never here. We should probably look into the bathrooms first, since they're more likely to be there than the...alternatives," she suggested as they neared the entrance.

Waverley wasn't all that surprised when she got waved through the front doors - she knew that, due to her oddly contradictory soft-punk aesthetic, she looked older than she actually was - but she was surprised that Zarina was let in too. The girl looked as young as she was, so it seemed what Casper said had turned out to be true. Ironic, Waverley realized, as he was the only one to be stopped. Waverley slowed down a few feet into the building, slowly sidestepping over to Callie, whose sleeve she began to lightly pull.

"Pst, think you could make the bouncers a little more...lenient?" she suggested in a hushed voice. Even though Callie's empathic ability was more subtle than most of their powers, she didn't want anyone to overhear and put two and two together. Most of the patrons were likely intoxicated in one way or another, but she didn't want to underestimate the observational skills of the Glitter Factory's somewhat sketchy clientele.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Location: Senate House -> Maddy's Villa
Skills: Mystiokinesis, Singing

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"...Right?" Waverley quietly repeated when Madalyne didn't immediately answer her question. She could feel the praetor beginning to shiver in her hand. As the musician lifted her head to look up into Maddy's eyes, she saw her as she'd never seen her before - not as a leader, not as a teacher, not even as a , but as a teenage girl scared for her life. And with that, Madalyne yanked her arm from Waverley's grasp, dropped her weapons, and faded from sight. Waverley payed little attention as the war meeting continued, interrupted by the presence of the Greeks' divine Skype call. She softly hummed a tune, one she'd found in the past to be particularly good for tracking people down. At first, she tried to focus on the remnants of magic that Mads had left behind with her teleportation spell, hoping to perhaps use it to follow her. Unfortunately, the probatio's lack of more grounded knowledge of magic squandered this plan. So, as she continued to hum, she stretched the her capabilities outwards, towards the rest of camp, until she eventually felt the praetor's presence. She opened her eyes to inform either Nancy or Niah, but the former seemed to be in her own trance-like state, while the latter had slipped into the role of strategist. Waverley turned to Emily and Marco.

"You two and Niah should figure stuff out with Team Toga. I'm gonna go make sure Mads is alright," Waves suggested, before quickly pacing towards the door. Before she could get to it, though, she found her path blocked by the statue guy, Terminus. "Oh, uh, yeah, sure," she quickly pulled her baton and revolver from her belt, before tossing them onto the ground in front of him. It felt like she'd thrown her weapons to the floor more times than she'd actually drawn them, though she didn't see that as a bad thing. She sidestepped Terminus, running past him and out the senate house. She charged through the city, her guitar making it a bit awkward to do so. Eventually, she found herself in front of Mads' villa. She had to force her anti-authority mind away from thinking about the fact that Nancy and Madalyne got to sleep there while the rest of the campers got the barracks; that wasn't important right now. She quickly marched up to the villa entrance. She rested her hands on her knees for a split second, regaining her breath, before standing back up straight and banging her fist against the door.

"Mads? You in there?...Actually, I kinda know you're in there, since, like, magic and stuff..." she began, sounding a little awkward, before letting out a sigh. "Listen...I know you said you wanted to be alone, but, if I've learned anything over the years, it's that when someone says they need to be alone, that's when they need a friend the most. So...would you please open the door?"

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Stark Tower
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"I mean, if you wanna get technical, we could die really fast at any given moment..." Iris pointed out, before letting out a deep sigh. When Mira hopped into action, pacing toward where Iris had nodded, the blonde girl followed quickly behind. Despite it being a pretty standard scolding, Mira, likely without knowing, managed to strike a bit of a chord with Iris. It wasn't her fault she had to be happy all the time. Mira had seen a bit of what happened when she wasn't happy, so Iris assumed she'd get it at least a little bit. As for why she stuck around...well, there were a couple reasons, though none of them made her feel particularly upbeat. "I'll tell you what; if you learn how to be fun, maybe I'll learn how to be serious. Sound fair..." Iris' words trailed off as they found themselves in front of a the small singing toy. Iris' head tilted to the side in confusion, just in time for the thing to blow up in front of them, launching all around it backwards.

Iris' senses were hazy for a time as she laid there on the ground, unsure of what had just happened. But the confusion quickly subsided, leaving only a loud ringing in her ears and light pain all across her body. She let out a groan as she got up onto her hands and knees, immediately looking around to make sure that no one else was seriously hurt. Luckily, no one was. At that point she felt a hand grab onto her arm and help hoist her up. It was Beth, and she mouthed something that Iris didn't quite catch.

"WHAT?" Iris shouted, though her voice was muffled in her ears. It was then that her sudden state of deafness hit her, and she let out snort of laughter, looking over to Mira as Beth helped her to her feet as well. "EY, AT LEAST NOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME!" It was then that her amusement was interrupted as Guin's voice invaded their minds, sounding pained and distressed. Iris' grin faded, as she quickly spun to the others. "YOU HEARD HER...I ASSUME. LET'S GO!" With that, she began to march away, towards the other side of the island.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Location: Outside the Glitter Factory
Skills: Internet Skills, Pop Culture Knowledge

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"Your mom made that with you? That's so cool...I think my sister would be jealous. Our mom did not get all the techy stuff she obsessed over," she commented, wanting the aloof, socially inept girl to feel more at home with their little troupe. She then turned her gaze over to Mr. Eyeball, raising her eyebrows as the thing beeped away at her, staying silent until Zari chirped up with a basic translation. "Ah, well I'm sorry if I came across as rude, Mr. Eyeball. I look forward to working with you." She then turned towards the front and lifted her chin a bit when Jack glanced back to her and Zari, commenting on their youth.

"I think I can pass as at least a year or two older, especially if my ink is on display," she commented, pulling the zipper of her hoodie down and shrugging it off. She had to adjust the collar of her shirt a bit to make sure that the roses that decorated her chest were partially visible, slipping out of the car, leaving her jacket on her seat. She followed along with the group, her eyes snapping to the gifts Casper mentioned as she gave a quick nod. "On it," she asserted, letting the others lead her along as she typed away at her phone, searching for the birthday boy. But as far as a name went, she only got one answer.

"It looks like it's for some rich college kid who everyone just calls...Hot Daga? Hey Cas, do you know a Hot Daga?" she asked, looking up, hoping that Casper's past experiences might've gotten him close to the birthday boy. She saw Callie step away from the group to ask a partygoer who the party was for, so perhaps she'd come back with something a little more useful than 'Big Daga'.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Stark Tower
Skills: People Reading

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"But...ocean...and waterweaving love goddess," Iris stuttered, making an exaggerated pouty face as she reiterated the contingency plan for if the fire got out of hand. But as she looked at Mary, the woman's phobia, all too understandable to Iris, came back to her memory, and she let out a sigh, flipping her lighter closed. "Fine...but it would've worked," she mumbled, a bit disappointed that her second ever idea was rejected (her first ever idea being a granola bar wrapped in bacon, which had been brought on by a particularly strong high). Her overdone pouting was quickly replaced with a smug grin as Mary paired her with Mira.

"Kill each other? I'll have you know I have nothing but affection for this little grunchbug. It's her who wants to pull a Tell-Tale Heart and shove my corpse under the floorboards," Iris pointed out, innocently putting a shocked hand over her chest. She watched as the others began marching away, leaving her, Mira, and Ed. When Mira offered for Ed to tag along, Iris combed her hand through her hair, grinning at the proposition. "Oh, yeah! We could be the Mira of IrisEd...wait, am I not allowed to make Harry Potter references anymore? The internet told me JK Rowling is bad now. Doesn't matter right now, come on!" She exclaimed as Mira began running away, giving Ed's arm a tug to follow as she walked after Mira.

"Hey Mir, how about you and me play a little game? I give you full permission to mute me for however long you want whenever you want, buuuuuut for every second you do, I get to spend a second trying to squeeze that negative energy out of you with the power of hugs whenever I want," Iris suggested as they investigated, her eyes scanning the crowd as she spoke. After she was finished, she thought she caught glimpse of someone Loki-like, but he quickly disappeared back into the ground. Still, she nodded in the direction the person disappeared to, saying, "I think I might've seen him go that way."

The Gifted - Concluded

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Location: Mutant Underground - Dining Room
Skills: Perception, Radio Wave Manipulation

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"Uh..." Waverley mumbled, clearly a bit taken aback by the young girl's hostility at her attempted verbal welcome package. Her smile wavered for only a second, before it widened. "Believe me, I'm worried about myself too. If there's anything I have in excess, it's worry," she commented, before her eyes turned over to the eyeball. Now that it had a name, she seemed to be looking at it with the gaze one might cast at a puppy rather than a piece of machinery. Such is the power of names, though the adorable beeping didn't hurt either. "And I'm sorry to you, Mr. Eyeball...y'know, he's kinda cute. Is it okay if I pet him? I know the rule with service animals is not to disturb them while they're working, but I'm not really sure the etiquette for service robots..."

"Oh, you really don't have to do that. Birthdays are not a priority right now. Honestly, as long as we get Sunshine back before I have to spend a night alone in that creepy-as-shit room of ours, I'll consider my birthday wish granted," she commented, looking back down at her phone as she took in the new info on the Glitter Factory she found. As she poked around the internet to see what she could find, she responded to Casper, sounding a little distracted as she did her research. "Uh...no, I never got one. Did I skip an orientation or something? Is there a Mutant Underground goodie bag I missed out on?" As she asked the question, she made a mental bullet point list of what she found out about the club. It was a pretty lax place, run by an rich man with seemingly too much time on his hands. There were two particular pieces of information she found potentially useful, two faces to be exact. After a short mental search, Waves managed to find Jack's phone number, which she quickly added to her contact and used to send him two pictures, each depicting a man.

"Just texted you a shapeshifting cheat sheet for the club. The first guy is Christian Frost, the owner. If he's not there, you might be able to change into him and use his influence to our advantage. And the second picture is, well...Chris Evans, obviously. Frost has a thing for him, so if he is there, you can turn into him and do some schmoozing. Just in case we need to get out of trouble or anything. Now onto the cam-" she was cut off midspeech by Zari piping up, saying she'd already hacked into the security system. She was surprised, but also a little disappointed. She'd always been the one for most of their tech-related stuff. She didn't want to be rendered obsolete now that there was a girl there with a more diverse and useful version of her own power. She didn't want to just be Sound Girl, that hardly seemed useful in anything other than a fight. Still, she did her best not to let her disappointment show, not wanting to make the kid feel bad because of her own insecurities.

"Uh, wow...good job. You should meet my sister, she's a hacker too. You two might make a good duo, if you could get passed her superiority complex...or maybe you'd just dox each other into oblivion, who knows," Waverley said, leaning over to look at the phone the girl held. She lightly pulled the phone out of her hands, taking a closer look at it as she flipped through the cameras, searching for the familiar blonde mop of hair she was used to waking up to. But after a thorough search, she came up with nothing, and returned the phone to Zarina. "Searched the place, couldn't find them. Hey Zari, do you think you can set the cameras on a loop? I'd do it, but seeing as you're already in, it might be easier for you to."