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X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: The Palace Grounds -- New York City, New York.
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Guin rose some really great points about going to the Human Resistance group. Antoinette sighed. Things were very different here. A Human Resistance group rather than a mutant resistance group. How strange. ”And this Reed Richards, he could discover something that would help us change back the realities? Why don’t we try and find him and while he is working on something, try plan B and find one of these stones. There must be some tale of sorts that tells of where each could be.” Antoinette was feeling a bit better being in a crowd like this. With multiple like minded people. It didn’t seem so, fake anymore.
She looked around at each of them individually. There was one she didn’t recognize but they all seemed friendly with each other. They all seemed to know this was not their reality and they were all trying to work the problem again. It made her proud to be with such a group that could think on their feet like this. Sure they were all a little worse for the ware and probably a bit scared but that was what made being in a group better. Everyone was something but they all helped and supported each other.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Luna Braddock - Glimpse

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Location: Driving Around ---> The Mutant Underground -- Washington D.C.
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Luna couldn’t help but flinch at the sudden sound of crashing. She looked over her shoulder at the destruction caused and she stared for quite a long time until the scene disappeared from view. Things had just escalated from worse to fucking terrible. ”That was the nail in our coffin.” She shifted back around smelling vomit and could hardly blame the man who had probably just killed someone for the first time. Still, she couldn’t help but roll the window down a fraction. If she didn’t, she was sure she would have gotten sick next to him.
Luna kept her eyes on Veil as they drove. She had cloaked them all but wasn’t sure how long Veil would be able to keep it up with the wound. The makeshift bandage seemed to be working but it wasn’t a cure all. Once back at the Underground, Luna helped Veil out. ”Can you walk?” Luna looked over at Max as he seemed to stumble about, still clearly in shock. ”Max,” Luna said clearly but perhaps a bit harshly. It was in hopes to get him to focus on her. ”Get the computer,” she reminded him. He needed something to focus on perhaps and this could help him.

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Cayden Proudstar - Moonwalker

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Location: The First Floor, Mutant Underground -- Washington D.C.
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Cayden sighed but nodded. He didn’t like the idea of having to wait another hour without word from them but they had all done stealth missions like this before. It was required. He focused on Vulcan and what he had to say. Callie had done something to the man that caused him to start spewing things forward. It seemed everyone knew who this Sebastian Shaw fellow was and he seemed like a right git. Whoever he was, he was corrupting mutants and feeding drugs into them. Colossus’s sister was a product of this and perhaps this Vulcan. Maybe that was what Luna was here about… They had gone to see Shaw and get information after all.
Cayden snapped out of listening and watching Vulcan look like a very sad puppy dog who needed a haircut when Callie spoke to him. ”Sure thing boss,” he said before releasing Vulcan and went to offer some assistance to James. Cayden loosened his hair and then tied it back up as he knelt down across from James. ”Anything I can do to help?” With his hair securely out of the way, it would no longer be a health code violation when it came to healing the wounded.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Wizard Tower -- The Castle
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Cuyler glared at Rowland a bit. Arnora was a woman yes but if he knew half the things she could do, he would hardly call Cuyler’s shoulder shove past disrespectful. The things Arnora could do to all of them made a mere shoulder shove hardly dangerous but Cuyler didn’t have time to dispute that. He was trying to wrap his head around the fact that Rowland was wearing ExtraOrdinary wizard robes and everything that his cousins had been telling him was in fact, very possibly, true. He couldn’t believe it. He refused to believe it.
Cuyler’s hands started to shake as he grew more and more angry, more and more volatile. Halley’s words of Rowland hating Cuyler didn’t help matters much. Rowland had been a father figure to Cuyler after his own had passed. He had a wonderful life with his father but in some degree, felt the man had been taken too soon from him and Rowland had always shown compassion to Cuyler. Rowland hating Cuyler, disrespecting him and who he was, was as if his very own father was doing the same. Like he was speaking down from Vahalla and expressing disappointment in his only son.
Rowland had completely ignored Halley and unleashed on Cuyler again. At first his words didn’t register. Cuyler’s hands stopped shaking but the words weren’t making any sense. That was until Rowland slapped Cuyler hard across the face. The stinging from the rings and cuts seemed to cause those words to sink into place; although, the pain on his face was nothing compared to what was happening within. Cuyler stumbled back, shaking his head over and over again in denial. The Magyk that had been zapped didn't do so much to him either. ”No no no, no she can’t be. I felt her…. I felt her power, in the Port today. She’s not, she can’t be….” He continued to shake his head, not even able to utter the four letter word.
Words slammed back into his head from Halley and Arnora. They had said she died, disappeared when Chthon was here. That was the day of the failed wedding. When Cuyler destroyed the Palace Library after him and Arya broke up. Klara had continued to push him, saying Arya was fine and that they needed to leave. Did she know? Had his mother kept this from him? Arya said she was afraid of her, of their relationship. It was the main reason they broke up. Such a petty little thing now but Cuyler had just been a child then, craving a mothers love that he didn’t get enough of due to tragedy and now he was learning he was wrong to look for it in Klara. Everything he knew was wrong. Everything he had learned and become was based on a lie. Deep down Cuyler had wanted to come back here to see Arya, to apologize and show her how strong he had become. How, alike they now were. They weren't so different anymore with Magyk being their biggest barrier. He had also felt Arya was just that bit unattainable to him because of her incredible power but now Cuyler had that and strength. He could protect her now, love her proper now.
His hands tensed up again and he shook all over, feeling as if he was about to boil over. There was an intense roaring in his ears as he tried not to unleash everything he was feeling in the form of his power. His idea, his deep buried thoughts and hope of second chances had been completely wiped away. Dead. Arya was dead. If Loki were to appear now, Cuyler was sure he would empty the entire sea onto his smug smiling face in an effort to drown the god.

Roll Request

Simple check on Cuyler's ability to hold onto his power.

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Amarantha

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Location: The Crypts / Front of the Palace, Outside -- The Palace
Skills: Resistance; Stamina;

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“Shut it!” Titan roared at the tiny head that moaned. He glared, staring around the room for some use of fire. There were sconces around the room that had been sitting dormant for many years. The resin on them had surely dried by now but perhaps Valda’s Magyk could be used here since it would be simply the act of providing light in complete darkness. “Here, could you light this?” Titan grabbed one of the torches from the sconce and held it in front of her.

Gleaming no more information about the Eastern SnowPlains or Mona being present, Amarantha turned back around and rejoined Apollo. ”Mona is not here so she cannot do a tracking spell for us. But, if there is anything I have learned in commanding this hell hole it is that all ancient and special things tend to be kept down in the family crypt. Shall we venture below ground and see what other things lurk in the dark?” Amarantha was also eager to learn how advanced her senses truly had become. Sure she could smell and hear better and visually things looked clearer but she wanted to test her vision more.
It seemed Amarantha would have to grow used to being a Vampire because even with Apollodora being from the future, there was still no cure for what she had been turned into. Amarantha would just have to make it work. It could come in handy with besting Fleur and whatever she was up to in hiding, as well as the Eastern SnowPlains. There of course was the issue with any kind of fire being able to burn her and kill her, much like any other human but it seemed to be worse for Amarantha now. She wasn’t afraid of many things but now fire seemed to have made that list. She would have to speak to a tailor and perhaps Mona about enchanting a suit of armor to repel fire. There had to be such a thing. After all the battle armor Amarantha was so fond of was dragon hide and that had fire resistance along with a minor Magykal resistance.

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Ahote Proudstar

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Location: The Future Palace
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Ahote covered Mryus, stepping back a few paces with the Prince in order to keep him from harm and the spew of food stuffs coming from Mona. Ahote looked away a moment so he wouldn't feel the need to become sick himself. Bruce's words still weren't settling well with Ahote. He couldn't accept that there was nothing that could be done to stop this destruction. How he could feel nothing for the body of his son a few feet away was even more astonishing. His wife on the other hand, the mother of his child had a fierce passion within her. Myth jumped forward, casting an impressive enough illusion that when accompanied by Bruce’s power caused the Frost Giant to release Mona. Ahote relaxed a fraction, watching the Frost Giant for any changes in target but it seemed the creature was afraid of them now.
”Perhaps we should leave now,” Ahote said. He sounded a bit defeated, having wanted to stay and discover more of what transpired here. They perhaps were best suited into leaving though, especially with Myrus being with them. If it wasn't for him, Ahote would protest into staying and figure out a way home himself. Ahote believed he could do a lot of good in this place. He had been helping Myrus with his ability and his confidence but the True North native wanted to do more with his ability. He had it in him, he knew he could help prevent this destruction.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: The Palace Grounds -- New York City, New York.
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Antoinette watched as the intensity grew around Wanda. She was alarmed when Carolina left her body again and tried to astral project into Wanda. It didn’t seem to work but it only made them being their more precarious. Antoniette shuffled in front of Carolina, just encase Wanda decided to retaliate but it seemed she was much more busy with Guin and Allison. Antoinette cringed when Allison attacked Wanda and punched her repeatedly. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it but who could blame her. Wanda had plucked them out of their life and plopped them into her man made one. Antoinette bowed her head, feeling a bit guilty of the whole situation. She had liked Wanda in this reality, she was happy and friendly. Perhaps even a friend of Antoinette’s. Antoinette looked up in time to see Wanda snatch up her brother and take off. She was still watching when Carolina made move to go stand with Allison and Guin. Wanda was now gone and that left them all at square one, still trapped in this reality. As of right now, Wanda was the only one who could get them out.
Antoinette looked back, wanting to discuss this with Carolina when she saw she was gone. She turned around, still not finding her until she came full circle and saw that Carolina had joined the other group. Antoinette quickly scrambled over to them just as Pietro returned. Well that was good that he was back but would that mean Wanda’s imminent return as well? She heard Carolina speak up and turned to focus on what was being discussed. ”We should all go. We can’t finish this on our own. We need to find the others,” Antoinette stated.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Ezekiel Kel

Location: 2F -- Camp Half-Blood

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Bryan and Ezekiel were making decent progress, with the obstacles they had hit, Ezekiel felt they were doing quite well and now the flag was in view. His excitement wavered when Leda showed up. She fired off a warning shot, as she called it and Ezekiel laughed out right at Leda. ”Right, and let you win? Have you and everyone else comment about that for the rest of my time here? I don’t think so rainbow girl.” Ezekiel was lucky those rainbow blasts kept missing him. One had completely taken out Bryan. Who knew rainbows could pack a punch. ”No, I think I will take our flag back from you and take yours as well.”
Ezekiel shifted and bent the sunlight that was available to his will and was able to direct it into blinding Leda temporarily. Ezekiel smiled, a bit smug that he was able to do so to her. It wasn’t that he hated Leda it was just that after the quest he almost seemed to dislike her more so being able to take that out on her, was lovely. He drew an arrow after, a blunt one meant to knock out rather than harm and fired it at her. It managed to knock her down but not quite knock her out. Ezekiel would have to take the momentary loss of ability and run for it. As he started to run he saw Desdemona with the flag and she was right near her own flag. It would be a hell mary if Ezekiel could claim both and then run them back to his camp, without much trouble. Ezekiel didn’t see this happening but he was at least going to try. For the glory of it. As he ran, Ezekiel notched another arrow and took aim at Desdemona in an attempt to knock her out and stop her from getting the flag all the way home. The arrow hit her well enough but just to simply knock the flag from her hands. Ezekiel narrowed his eyes and pushed a bit harder to he could retrieve the flag quickly.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Luna Braddock - Glimpse

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Location: Driving Around -- Washington D.C.
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Luna sat in the back with Veil stretched out over top of her. There wasn’t much room so Luna had Veil’s head in her lap while she stripped off a piece of her own shirt and wrapped it tightly around Veil’s wound. She was quite upset with herself that she didn’t stop that from happening. Luna had to admit that she should have known the diamond glass bitch would be there. If she had been better prepared, if Sapphire bloody well trusted her than they could have had a better shot. Thank god Max got the computer. Their near death experience hadn’t been a total loss.
The car started, sirens grew closer and then the tires squealed and they were off. Veil started to shift and Luna watched her carefully. ”Well, we are in a bit of a car chase.” Luna turned her head and looked back at the cop cars following after them. She could always attempt to get into the minds of the closet ones. It always proved tricky for Luna working through vehicles and other barriers. It was much easier to get into the minds of people when you were in the same room as them. ”If you can manage it, cloaking us would get us in the clear.” Luna looked back at Veil with some worry. As far as she could tell, with her limited knowledge, the bullet hadn't hit anything major or there would be a lot more blood but the pain could also knock a person out easily.

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Cayden Proudstar - Moonwalker

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Location: The First Floor, Mutant Underground -- Washington D.C.
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Cayden’s eyes widened a bit from the sudden yelling and aggression coming from Leighton. He didn’t really think she had it in her but that's why one should never underestimate a person by their looks. After all she did slid across ice on heels without falling earlier. Cayden looked at the guy and rolled his eyes as he started to laugh and refused to speak with them. Perhaps they should knock him out again, he seemed less annoying then. ”Shaw? Who’s Shaw?” He frowned at the man he was still holding.
Everyone was pretty well downstairs now and Cayden looked at them all. He had come into the middle of a conversation before their captive spoke up and he was a bit confused about all they were saying. It seemed though that the Morlocks and them had been attacked by similar groups working together. Interesting. He looked over at Spark Plug. ”Is there anyway to get a hold of the others or do we have to wait for them to turn up?” He couldn’t remember how long they said they would be gone for but it was getting rather late.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Wizard Tower -- The Castle
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He sighed, relieved that the doors opened but he wasn’t relieved for long. Blaise Rowland walked out and looked at them all. His steely gaze settled onto Cuyler and the man hadn’t felt so low before. He bowed his head, looking away from the man as he was talked down to. He felt he deserved some of this but he had come back. He had felt Arya and felt as he had when first laid eyes on her. That had to mean something right? Cuyler would tell Rowland that, that would mean something to the man who was rooting for and helping him win Arya over.
Cuyler looked back up when Halley took over the conversation, explaining why they were here and what they needed to do, despite Rowland saying he was not allowed in. He shot Arnora a look when she suggested they leave Cuyler behind. No, he couldn’t help them get inside but he could help with Loki. That much he could do. Cuyler looked back at Rowland to plead for his case when he stopped short. He pushed past Arnora, standing right in front of Rowland but he wasn’t looking at Rowland. No, he was looking at what Rowland was wearing. His robes were purple and Rowland hadn’t worn purple for quite some time. Noise seemed to fade and there was an eerie stillness around Cuyler. ”Why are you wearing those?” His voice was low as he questioned the man. Cuyler was putting himself in active denial as he finally looked into the man's eyes. "Blaise, why are you wearing those?"

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Amarantha

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Location: The Crypts / The Barracks ---> Front of the Palace, Outside -- The Palace
Skills: Resistance; Stamina;

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Titan remained silent as they walked. His words would not be appreciated here. Titan had nothing good to say about anything at the moment. He was simply doing his duty. They made their way into the crypts. He was looking around when he heard the scream. Titan watched the vampire lunge at Luna but he missed luckily. Titan moved quickly, putting himself in front of the Princess. He was grateful for retrieving a sword for it allowed him to make the strong swipe with both hands and take the head off of the vampire. The body dropped instantly while the head flew and rolled after hitting the ground. Titan watched the thing with dead eyes. “Anyone have any fire on them?”

Amarantha sighed but shook off the fact that she would be stuck like this forever. ”Well, work on something that allows for me to drink something other than blood to stay alive, would you?” As for the other stuff that the Castle would rebuild and this was not the lowest point of the Castle made Amarantha relax a bit but not by much. She couldn’t prevent nothing from happening to the Castle and that was perhaps more frustrating than being able to save it. They all had a long journey ahead of them and they weren’t immune to anything anymore. They were weak now. Fair game for other lands to come and attack them and they were on shaky terms with the SnowPlains and Lost Nights.

As they made their way to the front of the Palace, Amarantha kicked something that made a couple ringing sounds as it was banged up against debris. She walked over and picked up. She turned the ring over in her hand and glared at the thing. She clasped her hand around it and squeezed. ”It seems the Eastern SnowPlains have been here. Wonderful.” She looked around the courtyard. There were dead bodies everywhere and people were starting to clean them up. Amarantha went over to a servant and questioned if they had moved someone with Mona’s description. If it was true they would have to go about finding the chains the old fashion way. Or suck it up and find the royals. Amarantha wasn’t too proud to admit she was avoiding looking for them. Not that she feared them dead but for fear of what they would do to her now that she was a Biter.

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Ahote Proudstar

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Location: The Future Palace
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Ahote frowned at the man who was only growing more frustrated with the lot of them. It was equally frustrating to be told there was nothing to be done and yet none of them were speaking with attitude. ”I am certain we would all like to return. Please bear with us as we still have a hard time understanding that there is nothing we can do to save our home from something your people will bring upon us.” Ahote looked at Myrus and laid a hand on his friend’s shoulder. They would try everything they could to postpone or stop this. There was more than one Asgardian they could talk to back at the Castle.
Their time was now up though as the ground shook underneath Ahote’s feet. He turned and looked behind him, seeing a 17 foot Frost Giant approach rapidly and pick up Mona. She looked so small in the giant’s hands. Ahote turned to face the thing and looked up at it. There was only one of them, for now. They could most likely get away with taking it out together. ”Mona, if you have any power, I suggest you use it now! Even if it’s the power of persuasion.” He looked behind him at Bruce. ”Are you able to help with this and bring all of us home or should we solve this without you for the time being?”

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: The Palace Grounds -- New York City, New York.
Skills: Enhanced Intuition

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Antoinette got an intense feeling of something terrible about to happen. She stepped closer to Carolina and October as this feeling grew. She looked over at the other group on the palace grounds. The intense feeling was coming from them and one person in particular. Wanda was about to do something terrible. She looked away when October started talking to her. Even though October knew she wasn’t around anymore in their reality she was still helping and encouraging them. She was helping and encouraging Antoinette now in particular. She reached out her hand and grasped October’s. ”I may not know you in the other reality but I have gotten to know you in this and it has been wonderful to have your friendship. Thank you.” The encouragement and belief from a sort of stranger was a release for Antoinette and she felt herself settle into the girl she knew from the other reality. Sure, there was now the problem with slipping into panic every time a gun went off but for the time being, it seemed guns would not fire and her inner strength returned.
Flynn walked over to the group and answered Antoinette’s next question. She nodded in agreement with him, looking back to Wanda and that group. ”Yes, Wanda is about to do something that will cause great harm. But now, should we stay and help or should we leave.” Antoinette was still watching the group when Wanda’s hands started to glow and she fired energy off at the group and then yelled and did the same to her true brother Pietro. Antoinette watched in curiosity as Pietro changed positions and went to stand by her side. Wanda was still controlling peoples’ realities it seemed. She looked back at her companions. They were in the clear for the time being but what of the others? They were their friends too and if they died here, they would be dead back home too. ”Flynn, do you know how Wanda was able to warp an entire reality?” It was clearly power but would killing Wanda reverse it or would they still be stuck? Was there a different mechanism Wanda worked with in order for her power to work so well and effectively?

The Gifted - Concluded

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Luna Braddock - Glimpse

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Location: Hellfire Club ---> Sidewalk -- Washington D.C.
Skills: Enhanced Speed;

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Luna ignored Sapphire, having already moved to grab onto Veil. The gun firing at her was a bit unexpected but Luna was already moving quickly, she was able to easily dodge the bullet and pick up Veil. She was already running for the exit before anyone else to get down the ice slide. She reached the sidewalk after Max and quickly moved towards the car. The sirens were drawing closer, Luna was estimating thirty seconds but she had no real knowledge in the area and was simply guessing. ”Max, check her pockets,” Luna said. She wasn’t willing to put Veil down and he had already emptied his hands of the computer. Thankfully they at least had that. Luna glanced back at the ice slide, waiting for the others to join them. She was not looking forward to all the yelling that would surely occur at her expense. At the very least Luna had some yelling of her own she wanted to do.
”The computer didn’t sustain any damage did it?” She looked back at Max while waiting for him to pilfer Veil’s pockets. If she didn’t have the keys than Sapphire would since she had been driving. They just had to wait for her. They didn’t wait long and Havok came down, unconscious followed by Sapphire. Up above another window shattered and Luna shifted instinctively. She turned her back to the building, blocking Veil but when Luna looked back it was simply a window shattering. She relaxed, looking back at Sapphire. ”Do you have the keys?”

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Cayden Proudstar - Moonwalker

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Location: The Attic ---> The First Floor, Mutant Underground -- Washington D.C.
Skills: Enhanced Strength;

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Cayden shuffled his feet, looking down at them when Waverly yelled and then Negasonic reacted. It seemed the only one to calm her down remotely was Colossus though. He looked up in time to watch Negasonic leave and debated following her. He looked up at the open roof and decided on staying put. Spark Plug headed down the stairs with Blink after confirming to grab Vulcan. Cayden moved over to do the that when Vulcan started to stir. ”Oh good. There are several people who I think would like a word with you,” Cayden stated. He walked over to the mop headed man and scooped him up with little strain. He grabbed onto the man’s arms from behind and pushed him forward. ”How do you keep your hair so smooth and silky like that? Do you use a leave-in conditioner or something?” Truly, it was amazing how majestic his hair was. Like a lion’s mane.
Cayden managed to get the man down the stairs and stood beside Spark Plug with him. He wasn’t certain how well this interrogation would go. Of course there was something Cayden could do to help it out if it they didn’t yield any information from him when awake but Cayden didn’t want to offer that right away. He wasn’t a fan of Dreamwalking, although his grandmother thought it an incredible gift. ”Look who woke up! Perhaps he wants to talk now.”

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Ezekiel Kel

Location: 2G ---> 2F -- Camp Half-Blood

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Ezekiel grinned and clapped his half-brother on the back. ”Much obliged brother.” He looked over at the distant flag and smiled. ”Fight’s not over yet. Let’s get after it.” They didn’t get to far and came across another two Athena kids. Damn. They should have picked a better direction. Ezekiel noticed quite a bit of sunlight in this area and decided to use it to his advantage. He lifted his hand and twisted, bending the sunlight to hit one of the demigods eyes in order to blind. He missed the first time, overshooting but once he got the light to redirected he managed to slightly disorient one of them.
Ezekiel set his eyes on the flag. They were close now but that meant the better, stronger kids would be nearby as well. Ezekiel notched a couple of arrows and drew his bow back, scanning the area as he started to walk slowly forward. Bryan was in battle with the other kid but he trusted him all the same to have his back when he got there. If Ezekiel and Bryan had just made it to the flag, that should mean Athena’s scouts were close as well, if not already there and on their way back. Athena’s team had a habit of winning a lot.