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SHE HAS RISEN, BABY GIRL!!!!!!!
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4 yrs ago
Aaaaaand it’s back. It was gone for a while, but it’s back and it feels awful. *Singsong Voice* ♫ I have self-destructive tendencies ♫
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In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Iris Rivers

Location: Liberty Island
Skills: Pyrokinesis

The only noise that came from Iris was her frantic gasping for breath as she sat there on the ground, knees shoved into the grassy ground of Liberty Island. She was slouched over, her blonde hair cascading down over her face to hide any expression she might have, though smoked trickled from between the strands. When Klara eventually made her move, extending her arms with the fluid motion one might expect from a conductor.

Iris' body arose from the dirt not unlike a marionette pulled up by its strings, unnatural and inhuman. Her head still hung even as her body disobeyed her will, gracelessly flopping over to first Carolina, then Annie, lashing out with clumsy strikes that likely hit more from surprise than any sort of skill or precision. But as a bright light flew from Annie's fingertips, Iris, semi-lucid, found her limbs back in her control. She slumped back into a more normal stance, finally peering up through the messy curtain made by her hair. Her usual whimsy and humor that could be found in her eyes was gone, replaced only by intent to kill. This wasn't Iris. It lacked her normal restraint and aversion to distruction. No, it wasn't her at all. It was her instinct to survive. It was Upsilon.

She raised her arm, pointing it at Klara, her smoke rising from inbetween her fingers. After a few seconds of silence, a stream of bright blue fire shot out, blasting the goddess, covering her neck and chin in bright red burns, with the skin peeling from the heat.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Location: Inside the Glitter Factory
Skills:

"Oh, it's really fi-" Waverley began to say as James helped her keep Casper off the ground, though she was interrupted as the thin man's arm slipped from her hand, a mistake that would've wound up with Casper on the floor were it not for James' aid. She let out a sigh, grabbing hold of Casper's arm once more as they worked together to get him outside. "Thanks..." she finally said. She crooked her head to the side a little at Casper's goofed up joke, furrowing her eyebrows, trying to decipher if there was any actual meaning behind his words. It was often hard to tell with him. With the wound healed up, Casper was able to largely walk by himself, though he continued to put most of his weight on James. Waverley, oblivious to the fact that this damsel in distress act was just an excuse to cuddle up with his boy toy, did her best to pull Casper away, to more equally distribute his weight between them. As they reached the car, James asked her about her powers.

"Um..." Waverley mumbled, caught off-guard by the question. Being one of the youngest and least experienced members of the Underground, people rarely asked her for her advice, so this was new. She had to think about it for a second, finally answering as she popped open the van door. "I mean, not as much as it used to. Sound waves are still tiring, but radio waves are more a matter of precision than energy now," she explained, helping Casper into the car, before taking the seat behind him. "I've found it helpful to meditate...well, I'm not some wise monk, so maybe meditation is the wrong word, but I like to just sort of...feel the waves as they pass around me. Not do anything with them, just feel 'em. So...maybe you could try doing that with your power. Feeling what's going on inside of you or other people without necessarily trying to fix anything. To learn more about what you're working with, y'know?" Waverley suggested, clearly unsure if her advice would be helpful. Then, she heard Echo's frantic message to one of the X-Men, and saw him frantically tapping on the screen of his phone.

"If you want, Z and I can break into his phone, see what we can learn about where he is and what's going on," she suggested, before a look of confusion dawned on her face. "Wait, didn't you say they were at the Underground base? Why not just wait to fill them in when we get back?" When Echo had mentioned that an unspecified 'they' were at the Underground base, she'd assumed he'd meant the X-Men rather than Sunshine and Max.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Location: The Fucking Labyrinth, Apparently
Skills: Pop Culture

"Th-the Labyrinth? Like...with David Bowie?" Waverley stuttered in the dark in response to Marco, scrambling for any sort of familiarity to keep her grounded, to stop herself from going into a full-blown panic. She jumped, startled, and let out a little yelp when the room suddenly brightened, the darkness eliminated by a series of newly lit torches. She reached out her arm, her guitar flying back into her hand, though it seemed to be more for comfort than defense, as she hugged it tight to her chest rather than getting into some battle stance. She gulped as the monster crept from the dark, its body that of a feathered beast, with the face of an elegant woman. With shaky fingers, she turned off the flashlight of her phone, slipping it into her pocket as the monster came closer. She bent her knees, getting ready to jump to the side in case the creature leaped at her. Then, it did something unexpected. It spoke, calm and collected.

"Um..." Waverley began, thrown off by this odd change of events. The last thing she'd expected this being to say was 'answer me these riddles three,' but here they were. After processing the creatures words, her mind set to thinking. It was hard to do with her heart pounding so hard against the interior of her ribcage, but after about twenty seconds, her face lit up a little, though it seemed a little unsure. "Is it...a secret?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. She then quickly shoved her hand out to the creature, her hand trembling as she offered a handshake, despite the creature not really having hands. "I-I'm Waverley, by the way. But you can call me Waves if you want."
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Iris Rivers

Location: Liberty Island
Skills:

"Oh my gods, you're such a fucking pussy," Iris began when Klara waved her arms about, causing water to float up from the ocean and over the land. "You talk all this big talk, but you're not even woman enough to go mano el mano with little ol'-" the girl's words were cut off by the harsh blow of a water blast throwing her to the ground, causing her to let out a grunt. The water then began to envelope her legs, then up her stomach, until it eventually surrounded her entire body. It hoisted her up into the air, forming a perfectly round bubble of sorts, holding itself together despite the attempts of her teammates.

Iris could feel her breath escaping her. She'd grabbed a lungful of air before the water reached her mouth, but it only lasted her a few seconds. It didn't take long for her to instinctively open her mouth, the water pouring into her instead of the oxygen her body required. Her vision was getting spotty, and she could feel her consciousness fading in and out. Luckily, in her half-conscious state of panic, her body took control, breaking through the mental wall that so often kept her from her full potential. Her skin was set ablaze, burning with enough power to make steam start rolling off the ball of water. Within the seconds to come, the ball dwindled, becoming smaller and smaller as the steam rose up into the sky, until eventually, the water could no longer hold Iris. She dropped to the ground, coughing up the water which had turned into a gas in her lungs, seeping out of her mouth as steam. She gasped for breath, the thin layer of water that still soaked her clothes and skin rising off as steam as well.

In The Gifted - Concluded → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Location: Inside the Glitter Factory
Skills:

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?
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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

"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.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Iris Rivers

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

"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.

In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Location: The Sewers
Skills:

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.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Location: Inside the Glitter Factory
Skills: Radio Wave Manipulation

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.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Iris Rivers

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

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!"


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