Framing A Moose

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Liberty Island
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"Shiiiiiit, same dude," Iris said with a giggle as Klara brushed off the burns that had lined her neck. "One time, I got straight up decked by a space gorilla. Compared to that, a little splishing and splashing ain't so bad." Despite still seeming exhausted from the fight, Iris' attitude seemed to be becoming closer to her normal, exuberant self. The smoke dispersed, leaving charred bits of her clothing and the dark, scorched grass as the only evidence that there'd been any fire at all.

"So, now that we're not trying to kill each other, do you two-" she began to say, before looking to her left and finding that Annie had slipped off to check in with her other friends. "...do you one want some...refreshments?" she offered, her signature smirk playing at her lips. She dug her hand into her pocket, rummaging around for her weed, before pulling out what she'd been searching for, holding out in her palm. She let out a soft gasp when she saw it. The heat from her flames had melted the Ziplock bag, the plastic clinging to the weed. It was unsalvageable. She stared down at it mournfully. "Damn...well, I've got more back at the mansion if you wanna come back with us." She raised her head back up to look at Klara.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Location: The Mutant Underground
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Waverley's tight embrace didn't seem to lessen even as her friend tensed up. The hug hadn't been for Sunshine's sake; it'd been for Waverley's sake. A little something to make sure the girl was really there, and to, for at least a few seconds, keep her from disappearing again. She didn't at all mind when James came up behind and joined in, followed by Casper. She didn't even mind when Max was pulled in, inches away from her in the semi-suffocating group hug. She was too invested in soaking in the love to leave room for any of her usual disdain to slip in, though it didn't hurt that he only stayed for a few seconds.

"Good thing I have one to spare," Waverley warmly chimed in response to Sunshine's threat, giving her one last squeeze before finally letting go and worming her way out of the hug. When Callie mentioned food, Waverley bounced excitedly on her heels, and a lightbulb went off in her head. "Oh, I bet you're starving! One sec, Echo made waffles this morning, I'll go grab some of the leftovers!" With that, Waverley sped off to the kitchen. It didn't take her long to find her plate of cold waffles and fruit, somewhat soggy from syrup. She grabbed a fork and quickly went back out, reconvening with the group and shoving the plate out towards Sunshine with almost violent jubilance. The hug had been for Waverley, but the food? That was purely for Sunshine's enjoyment. It was clear that Waverley had gone into full caretaker mode, a setting that could be found in all older siblings. "A haunted island? What kinda Scooby Doo shit happened there?"

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Location: The Fucking Labyrinth, Apparently
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Waverley's teeth dug into her lip as the creature didn't seem to soften its hungry stare that appraised her every inch. It continued to prance around her, though she took its small frown as a sign of her victory, though she stopped her lips from splitting into the grin, though her mood was dampened a bit by the creature's rejection of her friendship. "Uh, as flattered as I am by you calling me tasty, I should probably let you know that I tend to prefer girls who...don't have animal bodies and who aren't trying to eat me, y'know?" Waverley joked with a nervous laugh. Then came the riddle, and her mind sharpened back to its intense focus, running through all the options in her head.

"Um...Well, I'm not the biggest fan of being cooked alive, so I'd prefer to be served rare, if that's okay," she slowly replied, answering the creatures question as a way to stall for time. As her head came up empty of an answer, she heard a shout from behind her, seeing the young blonde man standing just at the edge of the labyrinth. It took her a second to process what he'd said, but after a moment, she whirled her head back to the Sphinx. "Yeah, a joke! That makes sense to me!"

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Liberty Island
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As the mass of water collided with her and Annie, Iris was flung backwards. Oddly enough, her expression didn't change from her small frown, lips just parted enough for smoke to spill out in a constant stream, even as she collided with the ground and a dull ache rippled throughout her body. She slumped forwards, her blue flames flickering along her hands, as she kneeled back up straight. Her glare turned upwards, straight at Klara, not caring for the chaos that was happening around them. She raised her flaming arm, preparing to let loose once more, though before she could, Klara's voice shifted, becoming high-pitched and worried, rather than the mocking tone she'd been using only seconds before. It was enough for Iris' conscious mind to awake once more, forcing her arm down as she attempted to restrain the flames that brewed just beneath the surface.

As the love goddess came to try and help her up, she had to hold up her hand to stop her, not wanting her to get burned. She began to take deep, relaxed breaths. After a short while, she, with the help of their resident DILF and his healing hands, managed to get herself under control, convincing her chaotic psyche that she was no longer in mortal peril and that it could drop its mindless, adrenaline-fueled rage. Once she had, the fire dancing across her limbs turned to smoke, and she gave a nod to Klara, allowing the girl to help her back to her feet atop the charred grass.

"Yeah, I'm...fine," she replied as Klara pulled her to her feet, letting out a deep huff, exhaling the last bit of self-produced smoke that remained in her lungs. "Don't worry, you weren't the only one out of control. Are you okay? Burns hurt like shit, even the little ones."

The Gifted - Concluded

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Location: The Car -> the Mutant Underground
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Waverley gave a nod to James as he noncommittally filed away her advice for possible future use, not at all seeming disappointed or let down by his slight lack of enthusiasm. Her attention was taken off him, though, when Jack clarified to whom Echo had been referring to. She immediately and visibly perked up at the mention of her friend's safe return, her lips turning into a small smile even as the dire circumstances were discussed. This smile was only widened when Echo, an alumnus of the school she'd privately obsessed over since her tweenhood, called her a natural. It'd been a long time since she'd smiled for herself and herself alone, and yet, almost in spite of herself and the darkness that hung in the car with the arrival of this new threat, she beamed as she directed her eyes out the window.

"Well, you gotta do the best with what you got, right?" Waverley bashfully mumbled in response to the compliment, though the grin that stuck on her face the whole ride home did a fine job of showing just how much it had meant to her. Not even the apparition of Casper's constant cadaverous companion and subsequent speck of spit that landed in her eye was enough to shake it, instead simply causing her to burst out in a fit of barely stifled laughter and wipe her eye with her sleeve. "Gotta say, as far as first impressions go, that was pretty solid Ben. Nice to, uh, sorta finally meet you," she chirped, despite the spectral guest having vanished from sight. Almost as soon as the van stopped moving, Waverley unbuckled her seatbelt and hopped out of the vehicle. She followed behind Callie, right up until two familiar blondes came into view, at which point she quickly dashed past her and towards them.

"Sunshine!" Waverley exclaimed, throwing her arms around the girl. She had to get onto her tiptoes to give the girl a proper bearhug, gripping onto her tightly, as if to keep her from being swept away again. Her protectiveness over the girl might've looked a little ridiculous, given how Sunshine loomed over her, but that wasn't going to stop Waverley from fretting over the girl's wellbeing like one would over a baby duck. "Are you okay? Did Max do anything to you? Where did her teleport you to?" Waverley's shot the questions out one after the other, not leaving room to answer until after she was done asking all of them.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Location: The Fucking Labyrinth, Apparently
Skills: Musical Empathy, Guitar, Pop Culture

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Some of the fear that had built up in Waverley drained from her as she felt the creature's hand slip into hers, reciprocating her offered handshake and gave her a big ol' smile. Sure, the smile was filled with razor-sharp teeth, but that wasn't the creature's fault. Waverley returned it with a small smile of her own, one that was somewhat forced, with traces of fear still lingering as the creature began to elegantly prance around the purple-haired girl. Waverley slowly spun around, following the creature with her gaze. When it allowed her help from her peers, she quickly shifted her attention back to them, listening for their help. None came - in fact, the only thing she heard was bickering concerning what they should do, with the only person hellbent on helping her being a young athletic-looking man she didn't recognize. As the Sphinx crossed in front of the forcefield that kept Waverley in, she shot a glance at Emily, a twinge of betrayal in her eyes as her truest friend in New Rome's intent to help her seemed to be outshined by that of a stranger. The glance lasted for only a second, as her eyes shifted back to follow the strutting sphinx.

"Um..." Waverley began, digging through her memories, trying to remember the details of the childhood riddle speed rounds she and her sister would partake in to make road trips less boring. God, Riley would not be struggling with this as much as she was. She bit down on her bottom lip, thinking for a few more moments, before speaking. "Is it...is it rain?" Waverley asked, her stomach tied into a tight knot. Her grip on her guitar loosened, letting it rest in her arms into a playing position, as her fingers slowly began to strum a soft cover of Have You Ever Seen the Rain. "Can we please cut the life and death stuff? I mean, when was the last time you just...hung out with someone? I'm up for continuing the riddle game, but why don't we bet, like, money or having to do funny dares, instead of, y'know...my life."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Liberty Island
Skills: Pyrokinesis

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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.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Location: Inside the Glitter Factory
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"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.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Location: The Fucking Labyrinth, Apparently
Skills: Pop Culture

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"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."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Iris Rivers

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Location: Liberty Island
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"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.

Roll Request

This is more of a passive thing than an action, but Iris is EXTREMELY hot right now, so there’s probably gonna be an aura of heat that might evaporate any water attacks and might burn anyone who gets close. Just FYI.