Framing A Moose

The Gifted - Concluded

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Location: Inside the Glitter Factory
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Waverley let out a grunt as Casper twisted about in her arms. He was heavier than she'd expected; he looked skinnier then her beloved rebar, and yet he weighed what she imagined Colossus would've weighed. Realistically she knew, of course, that it was more likely her tiny, sad excuse for muscles that barred her from getting the young man out the door, though Casper did not make it easy on her either, with his wiggling and squirming about in her hands. After just a little shuffle, he dropped out of her arms, landing on the grimy club floor like a fish flopping onto the deck of a ship.

"Jesus Cas, how are you so heavy?! You've got less meat on your bones than I do!" Waverley exclaimed with a huff, though there was no malice in her voice, only exhaustion. She let out a deep sigh as she leaned over, grabbing under his armpits and dragging him a step closer to the door. She didn't want to ask for help, not wanting to burden anyone else with something she thought she could handle. If she couldn't do this one little thing, then, she figured, what good was she?

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Location: The Sewers
Skills: Perception, Musical Mystiokinesis, Guitar

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"Salt Lake City's been around for just as long, doesn't mean it's worth dying for..." Waverley grumbled to herself, not loud enough to reach the ears of someone who wasn't making an effort to listen. Still, despite herself, she could feel some of her anxiety and fear of the coming battle melt away, leaving only the normal anxiety she felt from the eyes occasionally cast on her by her cohort and the feeling of inadequacy caused by the fact that she hadn't been able to do what Marco had just done. Curiosity was also added to the mix when she and her friends felt a light tremor in the ground.

"Did you guys feel that?" she asked, her question quickly answered by Em slowly making her way towards where it seemed to be coming from. When they eventually got there, they found a small whole, barely big enough to squeeze through. Waves tensed up when Em asked her to do her magic, nervously gulping down the lump in her throat. "Uh, I think my music's kinda on the fritz...but I've got this," she said, pulling out her battered phone and holding it up. With a flick of her finger, her flashlight was on, shining into an ominous and ancient looking corridor.

"I'm no architect, but it kinda looks like it's got, like, ancient Greek or Roman vibes," she called back, shuffling closer to it. "I guess we should probably get some traps set up in here, considering we don't know where it leads." Without a second thought, Waverley made herself as small as she could and squeezed herself through the hole to the other side. The anxiety that was left was of the social variety, so she was more prepared to face the dark than the disparaging gazes of her peers. After a few steps in, however, she noticed that she was alone, without Em or Marco following. She turned around to pop her head out of the hole, but when she attempted to do so, she felt her forehead bonk on some wall she couldn't see.

"Ow...what the fuck?" she mumbled as she felt the impact. She reached out her free hand, pawing at the strange, invisible barrier that separated her from her friends. Her heart rate began to increase, and her breathing began to accelerate as her pawing turned to pounding. She did her best to strum away at her guitar strings. She felt herself calm down as she felt her magic seep into her strings, sending her wish out to the universe. After a few seconds, she reached her hand out once more...only to feel the barrier once more. Within an instant, her fear was back. Her whole body was shaky, breath included, as she pulled her guitar off from over her shoulder, frustratedly throwing it to the ground. "Seriously, what the fuck?! God, why's everything here so fucking weird. Why couldn't I have ended up in Hogwarts, or the fucking X-Mansion. Or why couldn't I at least get superpowers that were fucking reliable," she began to rant, turning towards the darkness and pressing her back against the barrier, holding her flashlight out into the darkness.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Liberty Island
Skills: Aikido (HR: Aikido, Tai Chi, Pyrokinesis, Meditation)

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"I have as much self-respect as I deserve...so not much," Iris joked, or, at least, her tone seemed to suggest it was a joke. Quicksilver's misguided rage towards her went completely unnoticed as her keen eyes stared at Loki, awaiting any attack she might be able to misdirect. Unfortunately, what she got was not something she could redirect: a massive fireball shooting straight at them. She managed to stumble out of the way with only light burns, which she did her best to shrug off. She whirled her head back around as she heard Annie's screams of agony, seeing the girl smoldering and burning under the heat of the recent flames. Her heart sunk as the smell of burning flesh hit her nostrils. Part of her wanted to rush to her friend's side, but her feet wouldn't budge. Images of her sisters surrounded by blue flames flashed across her mind, causing her to quickly divert her eyes from Annie, knowing that if she looked much longer, the memories would only get stronger until she'd eventually lose control of her emotions. So she turned her gaze ahead of her, to the now dark-eyed Klara.

Given that the goth and the witch were both handling the goth witch, and Neil was seemingly succeeding in hugging the god of mischief into submission, she figured she'd try to take on Klara. It was unfortunate, given that she'd come to like the girl a bit. But before Iris would be able to stand a chance, she had to get the girl's attention. To do so, she ran at the girl, reaching her hand out to grab her in what she hoped would be a surprise attack, only for Klara to turn the tables and flip her onto her back. Iris let out a grunt as her back hit the dirt, before quickly scrambling back up to her feet. She reached out again, but Klara deftly dodged just in the nick of time. Finally, Iris reached out and grabbed hold of the girl, managing to grab her arm, using it to throw the girl to the ground. Iris backed up, watching Klara get back to her feet. She knew the attack wouldn't keep her down, but it certainly would get her attention.

"Cover me, Upsilon," she quietly mumbled as Klara got back up, before she began to speak loudly at the girl. "C'mon you watery bitch. Think your woman enough to take me? Let's find out," Iris taunted, a wicked grin spread across her face as she bent her knees. She felt kind of bad for the name-calling, but she had to provoke the girl if she wanted it to be a fair fight.

Held Rolls

Okay, we've got a bunch of held rolls this time.
1. Iris would like to use her aikido and tai chi skills for her fight against Klara, turning any attacks Klara makes against her. Adding, of course, whatever the bonus is for Klara's strength. Her goal is to subdue Klara, but she might need to tire her out a bit before she can manage it.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Location: The Sewers
Skills:

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As the other members of Cohort Five set out to work, Waverley, instead of trying to put together traps and protective measures she didn't know anything about, began to strum away at her guitar. Not because of laziness or whatever the expressions on her sour-faced fellow fivers might've thought the reason might be, but simply because that had always been what she did when it came time to work. Back with her troupe of miscreants, whenever they set out to move onto a new place, she'd play music for a majority of the hike, inspiring her friends. The people of New Rome, her cohort especially at the moment, didn't seem as easily inspired, even after she retuned her guitar. Still, she tried, right up to the point that Em, her only real lifeline in the God-forsaken anxiety pit that was New Rome, joined in their acts of annoyance, squeezing her nose between her fingers. Waverley's teeth dug deep into her bottom lip as her fingers stopped playing. She could feel her stomach start to churn with anxiety, partially caused by the fact that a battle was brewing and her only talent wasn't working, but also because of the judging eyes that pierced her soul. Luckily the pain of her biting her lip pulled her mind away from the sensation.

"Tough crowd," she mumbled as she let out a sigh, shifting to lean her shoulder against the grimy wall of the sewers. "Remind me why exactly we aren't we just...leaving? I've stayed in some pretty nice shipping containers in my day, but even I know to leave before train security finds me," there was a certain amount of whimsy as she said it, a smirk stretched across her lips, before they straightened out. "I mean, I know this place means a lot to a lot of people, but at the end of a day, a bed is a bed. It's not nearly as valuable as human lives. Especially the lives of...kids," Waverley lowered her voice at that last word, her eyes fritting to the youngest among their cohort, hammering away at their stations.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Location: Inside the Glitter Factory
Skills: Radio Wave Manipulation

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Waverley stood in a battle stance, her hands outstretched not unlike a conductor, ready to continue bending the soundwaves against the strange man. She was ready for anything they could possibly throw at their little pocket of the Mutant Underground...except, perhaps, teleportation. Which was unfortunate, considering that, after a team attack by Zarina and Echo, that's exactly what he did. She stood there, tilting her head to the side, standing still in her fighting stance, taking a moment to comprehend everything that just happened. After that moment, she slumped back into her normal posture, tense and a little hunched over. She quickly set out to cease any attempted phone calls to the police, something that'd become habit after this long in the Mutant Underground. She kept the metaphorical cloud of signal scrambling up even as she faced back towards the group.

"Spark Plug's right. But we should probably wait to Veil until her and her team gets back. We don't want her phone to go off while they're infiltrating possibly the most secure building in America. It'd be like one of those little videos they play before movies to make sure everyone's phone is off," she said, and though her words were light-hearted, her tone seemed grim. She walked over towards James, squatting down next to him as she gently took Casper from his arms. "It's okay, I got him," she promised as she softly picked him up and began to make her way towards the front exit.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Liberty Island
Skills: People Reading, Pyrokinesis (RR: Tai Chi)

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Iris' soothing deep breaths were interrupted by a ball of pure flame exploding amidst the group, a blast of fire momentarily consuming them all. Iris raised her arm to cover her face, hissing as she felt the stinging pain of flames cover her skin. She couldn't help but feel like it was karma for all the fire she'd thrown around, and all the pain she'd caused with it. She didn't let those thoughts of self-loathing consume her as the flames had, though, instead immediately lowering her arm and spinning back towards Lance. She scanned him, trying to determine whether or not he'd be able to fight off his big green alter ego himself. It only took her a few seconds to determine he'd manage, at which point she spun to look at Loki.

"Alright Upsilon, light that bitch boy's greasy-as-fuck hair on fire!" she exclaimed, extending her arm, covered with a burnt up sleeve and sizzling skin, as she felt the familiar feeling of icy heat flowing through her flames. She saw Upsilon standing over the trickster god, lowering his hand down to the mop of greasy black hair, lighting it up in a bright blue hue that lasted only a few seconds before dying down. She was about to ask Upsilon to make another attack on Loki, but before she could, a blood-curdling scream filled the air. She spun her head to figure out who it was, to find Guin standing there, helmet off, wailing in agony. Iris quickly made her way over to Guin, standing in front of her and bending her knees, getting ready to redirect any attacks that might come the girl's way.

"Guin, swap with me! Take over my body! We need your brain more than we need the sorry excuse of a smoke cloud that hangs out in my skull. Besides, I can handle the pain. It's one of the perks of meditation!" Iris shouted, making it sound more like a demand than an offer. "And please skip over all the 'I can't subject my friends to this kinda pain' because we really don't have time. Just...buy me a pizza or something later and we'll call it even!"

Roll Request

Until Guin (hopefully) takes over Iris' body, Iris is going to use her tai chi skill to redirect combat away from Guin.

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?"