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Hi all! NPC CS code for the Contest of Champions. These are characters that you play in a limited capacity as NPCs. For example, these could be parents who came to watch the contest, or students from Strange Academy who are watching in the stands. (Note for SA kids, this is 2 years before that RP will take place).

Parents don't have to have been in a previous RP of mine - it's totally chill for them to be new characters in their own right.

Either way, just make sure you come and chat with me about it, and post the CS + tag it here when you're done. :) Make sure your NPC color code is unique and not too close to any of the characters.

No real deadline for these :) Have fun! And again, post it here in the OOC and give me a tag once you've finished. For clutter's sake, if you have multiple claimed NPCs, try to consolidate them into a single post in the CS tab lol.







@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
3:10 PM - Sun. December 12th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana

@Forsythe: Vicky's initial reaction to the magic of the French Quarter, combined with the portal, was just the beginning. As she continued to stand on the edge of the portal, it was like the breeze carried more of the magic on through - or perhaps it simply had enough time to permeate her systems. A thousand error messages popped up at once, initially in her default system language, before glitching into an odd mixture of French and runes, her voice similarly going through a series of pitches - at one moment she would sound like herself, the next like Darth Vader, the next like a chipmunk, and so forth. Her limbs began to no longer respond, half of her body already shut down, and the other half about to go into critical failure, if she did not take action to remove herself from the environment. Agatha had been able to revive her last time without erasing who she was - could Mr. Gray do the same, if her systems went completely into failure?





April Flynn

Location: Bourbon Street, New Orleans - the Sorcerer's Inn
Skills: Hydrokinesis
Outfit: Khaki-Colored Work Jacket + Grey Tank + Light Wash Jeans + Combat Boots


Danni answered the call, his voice coming through a bit staticky, and she couldn't quite make out what was going on in the background of the call. She was too frazzled to really tell if it was just her own inability to focus, or just more problems with the audio quality. It was an old hotel. The reception was probably bad in here for a number of reasons. But that wasn't what was going through her mind as he picked up, no - it was that he sounded so happy, so excited.

And she was about to ruin that.

She bit her lip, silence on her end of the call as she fought a quiet war in her mind - if she ought to just pretend everything was fine, and let Danni be happy and having fun with everyone else for a little while longer... What right did she have to be sad over Ser Nemo, anyways? Had she ever even had a proper conversation with him? She was being selfish, making his death all about her. And she would be fine dealing with this on her own, really. It was probably better for everyone, quarantining her mood away from them all. Even Mads hadn't bothered to go stay behind with her. And how could April blame her? How could she blame anyone for choosing to go to the Kingston-Gray house, and leaving her exiled behind at the hotel with people who pretended she didn't even exist, less than weeks after promising that they could still be friends?

Maybe she ought to just tell them she was calling to let them know she'd made it to the hotel, and that everything was fine, and that everyone was being so friendly and so chill and she wasn't miserable at all - that Nemo was completely fine, he wasn't dead, and she couldn't hear Leah screaming at Vision in the lobby.

That was how she had survived for years. She lied to others and she lied to herself.

She had made a promise, though.

April pinched her eyes closed, her breath shuddering in her throat.

"It's Nemo," she said softly. "Viz just told us, he's - he's... He's dead."

For once, the pipes in the bathroom did not burst, even as the water within them rapidly froze and thawed. "I-I'm so sorry, I know you're all - you're all having a g-great time over there but... but I thought you'd want to know. They said - they said it was a heart attack. L-Leah's yelling at Viz about it now, I don't - I don't know if they told him anything else, though. I'm so sorry, Danni."

In the hotel lobby, Leah's shouts were beginning to draw attention, employees at the front desk unable to help but sneak quick glances over at her, and other guests going about their day being less discrete about their interest. The Young Avengers were shifting uneasily - even if they were first class superheroes by this stage, they were still children, for the most part. Billy Maximoff whispered something to Teddy Altman, and Tommy Shephard's eyes narrowed at Leah, clearly unamused with her shouting at his father.

"Ms. Jordan, I understand that you are upset," the Vision said, his tone gentle but firm. "But I will remind you once again that even though we are no longer at the Margaret Carter Institute, you are representing our school right now. The school's policy for foul language still stands. Yet given the circumstances, I will not be issuing you a detention... this time," he warned. "Nor will I be prohibiting you from participating in the Contest tomorrow."

Having taking the small bit of disciplinary action out of the way, he then continued. "I understand that you are grieving - it is only natural. I know that some of you have spoken before with a therapist the school has a relationship with, Dr. Whitehall, and I can attempt to get in touch with her should any of you wish. You may also speak to me, if you would prefer, or one of the school counselors... I unfortunately do not have many details that I may disclose to you as to what happened, merely that it is important to have informed you now, rather than hide this fact from you. As for your question, Ms. Novikova, he was rather old. At his age, the risk is high... and compounded by other factors, such as lifestyle choices."

Cassie Lang pulled out her phone, her eyes a bit misty - she didn't know Nemo, yes, but she wasn't heartless. She shot off a quick text to her sister - Nemo passed away :(

Meanwhile, Gideon glanced up from her phone, where she had been swiping away on GrindHer, confused - had Vision said something?

Percy Novikov

Location: New Orleans - Kingston-Gray Residence
Skills: N/A
Outfit: Dorian Approved Outfit #2 - Sunglasses, Flannel, Skinny Jeans


The contents of Percy's stomach lurched dangerously, his head aching as Mr. Gray approached him. Even with the sunglasses on, everything around was far too bright, and he had to resist the urge to squeeze his eyes closed. It was pure nerves and adrenaline that was keeping him standing, that was preventing him from collapsing to the ground as an unconscious, hungover mess. His gaze flickered over briefly towards Dorian, and then towards the others who were still on the other side of the portal, as if waiting at the threshold for a more explicitly formal invitation. He couldn't tell if anyone had noticed his state, and he desperately didn't want to disappoint Dorian, at the very least. The others... Percy wasn't as concerned about.

But as Mr. Gray mentioned the museum, and Percy's mind immediately snapped back to the events of that day - the shopping trip, the bus ride, the bathroom, the heist, the food trucks, the dessert, meeting with Morgan... His panic skyrocketed to eleven. He didn't know how to react to this. Was Mr. Gray angry at him? Was he impressed? The more he studied Max's face, the less he was able to sus out, and the more the Louisiana heat seemed to rise all around him. What did he say to his boyfriend's father? He had already introduced himself, and Max had brought up a date - and all the research he had done indicated that he needed to be respectful and polite. How did he apply that here? What was the polite thing to do after his boyfriend's father alluded to their heist? Why hadn't he thought to be more specific around this exact scenario in his searches?

"Dorian told me a lot about you, too, Mr. Gray," Percy settled on, before his brain froze again - what had Dorian told him about his father before? What was something polite and respectful he could say that his boyfriend had mentioned before? "He said you're very good at clothes." He winced, immediately regretting it, but it was too late. He was incredibly thankful that Vicky was trying to pull Max's attention away from him.

Ben Gray hadn't noticed really yet that Zari and Andy were on the other side of the portal - he was usually observant, but having his son back home caused him to focus his attention on Dorian - and on Dorian's boyfriend. The poor kid seemed incredibly nervous. "Yeah, my husband does make nice clothes," Ben agreed, before rolling his eyes slightly at Max. "And he has an incredible taste in colors - with a matching sense of humor..."

Casper Kingston, however, tilted his head slightly as he saw his son answer a phone call from April. He'd never really met April before, but he'd seen photos of his sons with a blonde girl before. And kids changed how they looked so fast! So when he'd seen a blonde girl on the other side of the portal, he had just assumed that was their friend. But clearly that wasn't, unless she was secretly skilled a ventriloquist? He'd completely missed the part where Max had called her Ms. van Dyne, as he wasn't very good at paying attention. He'd never been. He used to have a ghost with him to help out, sort of a Seeing Eye Dog of sorts, but for paying attention to things. He probably could have found another ghost, but... He'd been too lazy to do it. And too distracted. And James usually prompted him when they needed him to do things. Like he still wasn't too sure what was happening in the family D&D campaign, but James made sure to nudge him when he needed to have his fighter (was he a fighter?) kill something.

But before Casper could ask Danni why April was calling, when she was just standing over there, his eyes finally fell on two kids he hadn't seen in ages. Andy and Zari. He gasped, his hand going up to cover his mouth. "Oh my fucking god, where have you two BEEN????" Casper practically sprinted through the portal, his head comically pivoting back and forth between Andy and Zari for a few seconds, before he pulled them both into a tight hug. "We thought you died!! Like, you ghosted us, but for real!! As actual ghosts!! Are you ghosts? Hmm, no, can't be, I'd be able to throw you around like a bouncy ball. Zombies? Nope, you don't smell anything like what Avery dragged into the house one time... Really good skin care routine?? Also, so fucking hurtful that you just bailed, after everything we'd been through together!" he squealed.

And then his eyes widened again, as the cat bag next to Andy began to scream...

"I recognize the stench of Maximilian Gray anywhere!" Selene hissed, before making her best imitation of the sound of spitting, as the doll she inhabited lacked saliva. Not that it was truly a doll, after all. It was an acheron, a mystical object used to trap beings of immense power, such as herself. It was only what little magic that remained to her that had allowed her to warp her trap into something that resembled herself, albeit in the form of a doll - and through her mutant gift to control inorganic matter, she could roughly puppeteer it, giving her limited freedom of movement.

But should the warlock who had betrayed and confined her all those years ago (well, last year really, from her perspective - to be honest, only a few months ago) wish to, he could easily lob her prison into the sun - or devise some means of actually harming her. And Selene would not allow that - not without a fight!

She focused the totality of her mutant power and her magics, lashing against her prison, the most aggressive and powerful attempt she had made to escape since her capture - to those watching, the cat carrier was thrashing violently, falling out of Andy's grip and hitting the ground, where it continued to jump, spin, fall, and jolt as if possessed by some wrathful ghost.

"DID YOU BRING FUCKING SELENE?!?!??!?!?!"

Firestar then coughed politely, trying to get the attention of Mr. Gray, so that way she could discuss something with him. He had more experience working with children than she did, and the news she had just received was heavy... And she wanted an adultier adult to be the one to figure out how to broach the subject to them all - to tell them that their coach had just passed away.
Contest of Champions NPCs


The Young Avengers -
to be added

The Uncanny Avengers -


The Sorcerers Supreme -
to be added

Parents, Family, and Friends -




🌈👻 Leda Storm 👻🌈

Location: Tartarus
Skills: N/A

Leda had gotten herself prepared to go as well, still keeping a hold on the bone sword. It wasn't Ultraviolet, but it was better than nothing. Her heart panged a bit with longing for her blade - she hoped that Kiera had it, that it wasn't trapped underneath the rubble... where her body most likely was. She grimaced slightly at the thought. Maybe that was why she had ended up in Tartarus - no one had been able to put a coin on her to give her passage to the Underworld. Kiera wouldn't have even known to do that, would she have? This was all so new to her - it wasn't her life, not like it was for Leda.

She left the small hut with Mads and the giant, a bit frustrated with the slowness of the pace, but glad that they were making real progress - that for better or worse, this part of the journey would be coming to a close.

Saorsa Macleod
Saorsa Macleod

"Bidh an Rathad gad ithe cuideachd."
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Jake
Jake

"Hi, I'm Jake!"
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He has none!

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@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
3:00 PM - Sun. December 12th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana

The event everyone has been waiting for is finally here - the Contest of Champions. Of the students who qualified for the event from the Margaret Carter Institute, only one decided to sit out - Vicky van Dyne, recently liberated from C.A.G.E. At four o'clock, all competitors would be required to undergo a brief medical examination, to ensure that there were no attempts at cheating, and to ensure that there were no irregularities with the team rosters.

The next day - Monday, December 13th, the contest itself would begin. Sixteen teams from around the world were competing, and only eight of them would move onto the next round, on Tuesday, December 14th. Another round of eliminations would reduce the number down to four teams competing in the semi-finals on Wednesday, December 15th. And finally, the championship match would be held during the day on Thursday, December 16th.

And that evening, after the dust had settled and the contest victors were determined, the students of Strange Academy would be hosting a party, with invites magically sent out to all the competitors in the contest. The theme of the party? Midnight Masquerade.





April Flynn

Location: Bourbon Street, New Orleans - the Sorcerer's Inn
Skills: N/A
Outfit: Khaki-Colored Work Jacket + Grey Tank + Light Wash Jeans + Combat Boots


April's mood had been a mixture of extremes that day.

Excitement. She was traveling to New Orleans today, traveling to go compete in the Contest of Champions. She was one step closer to achieving one of her dreams, one step closer to putting her skills to the test. It didn't matter what others thought, that some said the contest was vapid and silly, a waste of time. It mattered to her. She'd been training for it ever since she started at the Margaret Carter Institute - training for a chance to take home the crown, with her best friends by her side.

Anger. She had asked her parents if she could stay with Danni and Dorian's family - they lived so close to Strange Academy, where the contest was being held - and they had said no. Her father had refused to budge on the decision, going off about how weird and dangerous Max Gray was. Nothing April said mattered. They didn't care that those were her best friends - they didn't care that she felt safer around Danni and Dorian than anywhere else - they didn't care about anything that didn't match their view of how the world was. She hadn't realized why she had told Dr. Whitehall she didn't want to see her parents when she was at C.A.G.E., but she was beginning to see now. It wasn't the house that was suffocating. It was her family. She hated them.

Fear. What if she couldn't do it? What if she was the reason that her team failed? What if they would have been better off without her - that she should have still been in C.A.G.E., her presence just a hindrance to everyone around her? What if they all hated her and were just too polite to say anything? What if she hated herself? What if the medication wasn't enough - what if she had another episode? What if she lost control of her emotions on the flight - what if her powers went out of control?

Sorrow. All her friends were elsewhere. She was alone. Leah and Sabine - she'd broken up with them. Zelda - Zelda hadn't even tried to visit her when she was in the hospital, and April hadn't spoken to her sister since. Diana - she hardly knew her, she was a familiar face, but not a good friend. And the same was true of Mary Sue. The Young Avengers were here too, laughing and smiling and generally enjoying each other's company. But all April wanted was to disappear. She wished she could have been with her friends. She wished she didn't have to be so alone.

The plane flight had been the longest three and a half hours of her life.

Lady Nimue hadn't been there that morning when they'd left for the airport - Vision, the coach for the Young Avengers, hadn't explained much as to why beyond the fact that there had been an emergency Nimue had needed to attend to. She would be joining them in New Orleans the next day, or as soon as she could. So it was the Vision who escorted them all from the New Orleans airport to the hotel, an unremarkable building on Bourbon Street called the Sorcerer's Inn. Their rooms had been assigned per the requests they had submitted last month - meaning that to April's despair, she was placed in a room with Sabine and Leah.

It was better than a room with Zelda - but not by much.

"Remember, children, you are representing the Margaret Carter Institute," Vision stressed, once everyone's things had been collected and placed in their hotel rooms. "Be on your best behavior. You will follow all of the school's rules, and respect your curfew of nine o'clock at night. If you wish to explore, you must have one other student with you, and you need to inform me as to where you are going."

"In one hour, you must be at Strange Academy for the pre-contest examination. This is when they will confirm that you are the individual you claim to be, and that you are not taking any performance enhancing drugs, such as Mutant Growth Hormone. This is also when the team compositions will be finalized. Tomorrow, the sixteen teams competing will face off in a series of eight matches, determining which eight teams will move on to the next round."

The synthezoid then paused, a grim expression settling on his face. "I... must also be the bearer of bad news," he continued, his tone gentler. "I received word from Lady Nimue a few moments ago. Ser Nemo has passed away from a heart attack."

April froze.

"... What?" she whispered.

She hadn't really known Ser Nemo - he had been new to the school, and it was only after she returned back from C.A.G.E. that she had been switched to his team from Nimue's. But he was still her teacher - he was still an adult in her life. Hearing that he was dead... Her chest felt tight, her hands clammy, and she could feel the pinpricks of tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She could hear the water rushing in the pipes that went throughout the hotel, could feel the vibrations from the fountain display nearby in the lobby.

Nemo was... dead?

April looked around frantically, before her eyes settled on the women's restroom - "I-I-I need to use th-the bathroom," she excused herself frantically - before she practically ran into the bathroom, locked herself in the nearest toilet, and tried to remember any of the breathing exercises that Maeve had taught her, as the water around her began to slosh violently.

Nemo was dead.

He'd died.

April didn't know how to handle death.

Ardere had died that night with Arcade. April hadn't thought about it - hadn't dwelled on it. Ardere had been a student, yes, but she had been trying to kill them. Nemo.... Nemo had been the one to look out for April, to keep her from making a huge mistake - to get her the help she hadn't been ready to accept at the time. She still didn't know how he'd known, but... He'd known. He'd saved her.

And he was dead.

With trembling hands, April pulled her phone out of her pocket, and stared at her speed dial for a moment. Danni. Dorian. Leah and Sabine were still saved there. Mads was too. Things felt weird with Mads lately - talking about her emotions... It was hard. Too hard. Sabine and Leah, they were out in the lobby, probably happy that they'd dodged a bullet with the crazy ex-girlfriend.

She navigated to her group chat with Danni and Dorian, and she pressed call.

Percy Novikov

Location: Avengers' Academy - Outside Stark Hall
Skills: N/A
Outfit:


Most of the students participating in the Contest of Champions were already in New Orleans, their plane having touched down a little under an hour ago. Percy's hands were clammy, his heart pounding with anxiety - not from still being in California, but rather from the fact that any moment now, his boyfriend's family was about to open up a portal and step on through. He'd caught a glimpse of them the night that Arcade had attempted to murder them all, but no formal introductions had been made. This was going to be different. Rather than staying at a hotel, he was going to be staying at the Kingston-Gray residence during the Contest of Champions - at Dorian's house. With his fathers. And a random assortment of Percy's peers.

He'd never cared so much before about making a good impression.

He hadn't been able to sleep much the night before. He had contemplated going to Dorian's room to join him there, but it was pretty crowded since April had moved in after returning from the asylum. Pacing back and forth had been no use, and neither had his stash of bourbon been. Instead, he had conducted an extensive Internet search on an incredibly important and complex topic:

what to do when you meet your boyfriend's family for the first time.

The results of his investigation had been distressing. He was meeting Dorian's family far too soon. All sources indicated that he should only meet them once they had been dating for six months, and Percy hadn't even known Dorian six months ago. Secondly, he was supposed to bring them a small and thoughtful gift - and Percy had nothing prepared. He had gone through every item in his room and could not find a single thing that seemed appropriate to give - one of Dorian's fathers was a sorcerer to rival Doctor Strange, what could Percy possibly have to offer? And lastly, the recommendations were to be well-mannered, respectful, and polite... and given Percy's recent revelations about his own behavior, he didn't know if he would even know if he was being rude.

So in short, the scenario was a nightmare - a catastrophe waiting to happen.

Around four o'clock in the morning, he had switched from bourbon to coffee. It hadn't been working to calm his nerves.

So at one o'clock in the afternoon (three o'clock New Orleans time), his eyes bloodshot and his head pounding from the hangover, Percy stood outside of Stark Hall at the designated meet-up spot, his suitcase by his side, as he ran through a thousand different scenarios in his head - a thousand different ways that things were about to go horribly wrong. He'd even contemplated lying that he was ill, just to delay this a little longer. He checked his watch, the inscription from Agatha completely unreadable. Dorian's family would be here any minute with a portal.

Ser Nemo wasn't there. That was odd. Firestar had shown up instead, the designated chaperone to see them safely into the care of the Kingston-Grays. She wouldn't be coming with them to New Orleans. "Hm, they're running a bit late," Firestar mused, looking at her phone to check the time. Her face fell.


Princess & Hotshot




April was pacing back and forth in the training room she and Danni had reserved, her stomach feeling like it was bubbling up with anxiety. She hadn’t been able to train while she was at C.A.G.E., and as much as it had been the right call for her to go there, she was all too aware of how close they were to the Contest of Champions - and how far behind she felt in terms of being prepared. It wasn’t just that she was a bit out of practice now, either - the medication she was on had an unfortunate side effect of causing tremors in her hands. It was supposed to go away soon - hopefully before the contest - but the doctors had informed her that everyone reacted to lithium a little differently. She couldn’t even manage to apply mascara without smudging it everywhere, nearly getting some in her eye.

But she wasn’t about to let her team down. Danni had volunteered to practice with her - they’d been sparring ever since they were freshman, their powers complementary. Hopefully the fine motor control wasn’t going to be as much of an issue as she feared - hopefully, she wasn’t going to be the reason that her team failed to take home the crown.

”Don’t go easy on me, okay?” April asked, biting her lip slightly when she saw Danni enter the room. ”If - if I’m not able to do this, then maybe - then maybe we can see if someone else can step in for me? Or you can do a smaller team, force one of the Young Avengers to have to sit out.”



Danni followed close on her heels, bouncing his toes. It felt like ages since they’d sparred. He was itching to get back into it, even with the little voice in the back of his head warning him. But when Princess dared to suggest dropping her, he gasped out loud. It took him a second to recover but he was on her in a second, clamping his hands on her shoulders.

“Princess, lemme tell ya. I would rat'er lose the CoC wit’ you t'an win wit'out you. You've ‘ad a tough time, but t'at doesn't me we give up on ya and we don't give up on our dream, got it?” Danni said seriously. “You're back, you're in t'e game, and now we gotta a lotta ass ta kick. So stop avoiding your stretchs so I can kick your butt all over t'is gym.” Danni laughed pulling his arm up behind his head.

”Thanks, Danni,” April gave him a quick hug, and a kiss on the cheek. She’d needed to hear that. The anxiety levels faded down - not completely gone, but a little easier to manage, at least for the moment. This was a spar with Danni - she’d done this a million times before, and no matter what happened in New Orleans, she’d get to spar with him a million times again. She tried to tell herself that she had nothing to be worried about - and that even if she did badly today, he wasn’t going to judge her for it. He wasn’t going to get mad. The only person judging her was herself - something she was coming more and more to terms with.

She went through her stretches somewhat quickly, working her arms first - the wrist stretches were more challenging than normal - and then switching to her legs. Once April finished, she bounced lightly up and down, shaking her body out. ”Okay, I think… I think I’m ready,” she affirmed. There was a small barrel of water off to the side - she couldn’t generate it, and pulling the ambient moisture in the air was beyond her skill level.

Danni felt the rush of exhilaration as he finished his stretches, shook himself out, and kicked it into high gear. Fire ignited beneath him and he put a soke distance between them, and headed up out of melee range. “T'ere's my Princess! I ain't goin’ easy on ya!” Danni laughed, spinning as he fired a HotShot and traced the flame in an arc at her side.



Reflexively, April threw her hands up towards her side, water jumping out of the nearby barrel and rushing up to her, flattening out to create a shield of sorts - his flames crashed into the liquid, vaporizing it immediately, as her heart pounded from the spike in adrenaline. She then snatched up a sphere of water, the edges of it shaking in a way that matched the tremors in her hands, and she lobbed it across the room at Danni, narrowly missing him. The anxiety and shame pooling in her stomach only increased - sure, she’d managed to block his flames, but if she couldn’t even hit him…



“Damn, I t’ought I was gonna getcha wit’ t’at one!” Danni cheered as he twisted away from April’s shot. “Let’s try t’at again! Round two, coming up! Which way am I gunna blast it? Who knows, not even me!” Danni cackled, firing off a barrage of shots and only letting one curve back down towards April, marked to strike directly on her shoulder!



She couldn’t help but giggle a bit at Danni’s energy - it was infectious. That was one of the fun things about sparring with him - the way he really got into it, just letting loose. And while he was throwing fire at her, she was never afraid that he was actually trying to burn her - and if he did, it wasn’t anything that a quick trip to see Nurse Annie wouldn’t fix. ”No way!” April called out, throwing up a water barrier again, the molecules quickly converted into steam that floated up harmlessly towards the ceiling. ”You’re gonna have to try harder, HotShot!” she teased.

But she couldn’t just taunt him, without trying her hardest in return. A little burst of water wasn’t going to be enough - so she switched tactics ever so slightly, reaching for a little more power. This time, her hands were a little steadier, as she grabbed as much water as she could, throwing it straight at Danni in an onslaught.



Danni beamed at the little giggle she let out. She’d been pouty about her lack of training and he knew once he got her back out here, she’d loosen up and enjoy again. She was a little rusty but… “Princess, what t’e ‘ell!” Danni yelped as she hurled what looked like a whole swimming pool at him! He dug in deep and exploded, boiling away the water that was the immediate problem, momentarily falling as his concentration waivered. ‘Damn, girl. Where you ‘idin’ all t’at muscle? You been tryin’ ta get me ta lower my guard? Betcha can’t do it again!” Danni taunted, giving himself a little more room to maneuver.



”Oh really?” April laughed. She was already feeling her focus begin to slip, the mental muscle not as exercised as it could have been… But she couldn’t just back off from a challenge like that! She had to respond to it - otherwise Danni would tell her that she was fighting like a straight person - a fate worse than death! But instead of just hitting him with a blast of water, April shot out water at him like a tendril, attempting to grab him. He was too fast though, dodging out of the way before she could ensnare him.



Danni wolf whistled at the cool way she worked the water, shouting in excitement as she danced around it. “Damn, gurl! I t’ought you said you ‘adnt been practcin’! That’s a new move and you waited ‘til you t’ough I was distracted! Sneak, sneaky.” Danni tsk, tsk’d. “I love you even more for it!” Danni laughed, firing another Hotshot that fell just left of her as he spun just a little too far.



”I haven’t been!” she affirmed. ”All there was to do in C.A.G.E. was, like, read books, talk to people if they came to see me, and try to explain to August the rules of Monopoly.” And therapy. A lot of therapy. And crying. But she didn’t want to talk about that stuff right now - it was still weird to know where the line was, what things were okay to talk about, and what ones would make her friends look at her like she was moments away from breaking. She was trying, though - trying to be more honest, with herself and with her brothers.

There was a slight pause in the flow of the fight, and April decided to try to take that moment to recollect herself - to try to keep her thoughts from wandering back to everything that had happened, and refocus more on the task at hand, on the spar. And once she had found her center, she got ready for Danni’s next attack.



Danni paused as the water stilled and he watched April gather herself. Shit, he’d been having so much fun, he’d given her a moment to relax! “Whoa, whoa, whoa! T’en all t’is is natural talent? Daaaaaaamn, Princess. I always told you you were special. But let’s see what ‘appens when we crank up t’e ‘eat!” Danni hit the ground, a small flame in his palm flickering and growing. As it did, he took a few steps forward and pitched a screaming fireball at April.



”Not at all! I just have a great sparring partner!” April’s eyes then widened, as she saw the flame in Danni’s hand grow and grow and grow. He really wasn’t holding back on her. A gigantic ball of fire flew directly at her, and she could already feel its heat on her skin. She threw her hands up in front of her, water springing all around her in a massive sphere, evaporating away the moment the fireball collided with it, but leaving her unscathed, unhurt, her heart pounding furiously. That would have really hurt if she’d been hit - but instead of feeling angry or scared, she felt exhilarated, the adrenaline pounding in her veins. If she was still good enough to protect herself from that… then maybe the Contest of Champions wasn’t such a lost cause after all. Her hands were still shaking, but she’d managed to hold off Danni, at least for now. And he was an omega level mutant, as much as he didn’t brag about it, he was incredibly powerful - that had to count for something. ”Shit, Danni - that was so cool!! I didn’t know you could make it that big!!”

But since Danni had turned up the heat… Maybe it was time to cool things down a little bit. This time, as she grabbed small spheres of water, April froze them, becoming little bursts of ice. ”Think fast!” she teased, before lobbing them towards him.



Danni's eyes widened as he got caught on the ground. He was so much more agile in the air and he'd maybe, sorta, kinda stop his training on the ground (He would never tell Poisson-Pas or he'd get chewed out) because being in the air was just that much more freeing! He tried his best to dip, duck, and dodge but there were so many. Water was one thing, but ice was another and he didn't feel like having hail sized bruises on his flawless skin. Again, fire rushed out all at once, layers of it this time, to melt the ice. “Sweet shots t'ere Princess, but I'm just too ‘ot ta ‘andle.” He threw her wink. “Let's play a game now, yeah? Floors lava!” He snapped and flames erupted around April, skimming up her side unintentionally, and imprisoning her. He kicked back into the sky while she was safety tucked away.



Her eyes widened, seeing the roaring flames completely surround her, blocking out her view of Danni from up above. It was so cool - his control had come a long way since they had been freshman, paired up together in a teacher’s desperate attempt to keep them from destroying the school infrastructure. It threw off so much heat, the fiery cage, that it was like the middle of summer at a theme park - and not the dead of winter inside an air conditioned gym. ”Okay you have to use this against Wiccan! This is so cool! Well, not cool, hot, but you know what I mean!” She’d managed to surround herself in a thin layer of water, dissipating the initial round of flames, but if she remained inside this cage, she was definitely going to get burned.

She gathered up as much water as she could, thankful for the small puddles that had formed all over the training floor at this point, and blasted it outwards, attempting to break open the cage from the inside. But it was no use - the flames were too hot, and she couldn’t douse them, the fiery prison remaining all around her.



Danni rose a little further, maintaining his flames despite April’s attempts to smother them. His poor babies, being bullied by one of his favorite people. Still, he shouldn't waste the moment and he lined up his shot, the fireball growing in his hand. If he timed this right, he might be able to catch her off guard! He bounced it between the two, popping it off his knee, and batting it down at April. When it was a second away from hitting he dropped the prison. Surprise!”



April screamed - not in a terrified sort of way, but more in a genuinely surprised way, as the fiery cage fell down around her, only to reveal another fireball heading straight at her. She threw up her hands again, to at the very least shield her face, and water sprang up around her in a sphere, instantly vaporized by the sheer heat - but leaving her otherwise unscathed, as the steam rose up around her. It was a good thing the barrel of water she was working from had been enchanted - Nimue had set it up earlier in the year.

Her focus was starting to slip, though, and she could feel herself beginning to tire - it had been a while since she’d trained, but she wasn’t about to give up! She grabbed more water, yanking it out from the barrel, and she swung it around, sending a burst of ice towards Danni as it solidified, but her aim was poor, and it sailed past him harmlessly.



Danni spun out if the way, just to be safe, but April's attack had swung wide. Really wide. Danni paused. She'd be hitting hard and fast, pinpoint precision and then… Danni let himself to the ground, hands up and a smile on his face. “Princess, you doin’ alright? Wanna take a break, grab some… well, you ‘ave a lotta water but you know drink some instead of swattin’ me like a fly? Don't wanna overdo it right before the contest! We can even cuddle for a bit, yeah?”



She hesitated for a moment, debating about trying more - about pushing herself harder, and insisting that she was fine, that she could keep on going so they could practice more, that she just needed a little more time to get in shape for the Contest of Champions. But she was really tired… And her head was starting to pound a little bit from the strain, and the shaking in her hands was getting worse. But… If they lost the Contest of Champions because of her, and she could have spent another few minutes practicing, then didn’t she have to? ”Yeah, I’m doing - I’m doing great!” April lied. ”I can keep on going, I promise!” she doubled down.

Danni paused an arm's length away and gave her a slow look over. Was she fine? Beanie did tell him that his good intentions were sometimes ones and he'd been informed that he sometimes didn't consider other people when he made decisions, but ever since… Ever since they found out about what happened, Danni couldn't help but watch a little closer, cuddle a little longer, dote on her more than he did before so she knew she was loved and had a place with them always.

He still wasn't sure why she wanted to leave them.

“No, you're not.” Danni tried to keep his cool, the confidence and the fun, but he wanted to cry so bad. He wrapped her up in a hug. “You're not and t'at's okay, Princess. You need some time. We'll get you back into shape, but pushin’ yourself past your breakin’ point’s just gunna ‘urt you. I told you, I'd rat'er lose 100 Contests wit’ you t'an win one wit'out you so please? Let's take a break?”

She bit her lip, before nodding slightly as her shoulders slumped. ”… Okay,” she mumbled, resting her head on Danni’s chest as she returned the hug. ”… I don’t know why I - why I feel so strongly that I have to be good at things, or I’m letting people down,” she added, hugging a little tighter.

“You don't have to be like that wit’ us at least.” Danni promised, rocking them back and forth a little and placing a kiss on the top of April’s head. “We just want you, regardless of everyt’in’ else. We’ll always want you just ‘ow you are. So yeah, a break? We’ll get Amélie, and Dee, and Amor and maybe take a nap?”

April sniffled a bit, trying to hold back tears - not sad ones, at least. She didn’t know why it hit her so hard, every time Danni affirmed that he and Dorian just loved her the way she was, and that she didn’t need to pretend, but it did. She was so used to forcing herself to be okay, it was genuinely challenging to accept that she didn’t have to be. ”Maybe we make cocoa too?” she suggested.

,“Yeah. We can make cocoa too.” Danni giggled, squeezing a little tighter before breaking away. He slid his hand into hers and swung it obnoxiously. “Gunna get the little marshmallows too!”

She grinned, perking up a bit at Danni’s antics. He never failed to make her feel better. ”What’s the point without marshmallows?” she agreed, giggling a bit herself. ”… Thanks, Danni, for helping me. And being here.” He was always there for her when she needed him, and it meant more to her than she could say.

Danni beamed, thrilled with April's mood. “You're gunna ‘ave ta scrap me off wit’ a putty knife. I'm wit’ you like gum under a desk. And even if soemt'in’ ‘appens and we split apart, Dee and I would take t'e world apart looking for you.” Danni laughed. “You're family and we love ya. We'll always be t'ere for ya. You don't ever ‘ave ta ask, ya don't ever gotta pretend. Especially when we can get Pa ta make as much marshmallows as we want!”

”Daaaanniii you’re gonna make me cry!” April complained, before pulling him into a hug again. ”I love you both too… You and Dori are what’s worth living for,” she added, her voice practically a whisper.

Danni teared up and couldn't stop them from falling, even as he smiled a softer smile. “Then we'll make sure its’ wort’ it.” Danni inspired back, happy to bask in April’s presence.


Avery Spellman

Location: New Orleans
Skills: N/A

A series of portals appeared, fractured from a singular point, concentrated into one destination - into the Phoenix. Runa added to them with one of her own. Ben studied the control panel, looking at the buttons - they seemed roughly the same color to him, and he cursed under his breath. He had spent so long as a ghost - almost two decades - that he'd almost forgotten a fundamental fact about himself. He was color blind. The buttons all looked the same, all varying shades of grey. He didn't know which one was The Big Red Button and which ones were green - and his Shi'Ar skills had atrophied since he was a kid. It wasn't like he had had much incentive to keep up with the language as a ghost. And he never worried too much about what he wore, as he tended to dress in black, and half of the time, his husband set out outfits for him anyways.

"Are you pressing anything?" Runa asked, peering her head over Ben's shoulder. "Why don't you press that one?"

"That one isn't the right one!" Ben insisted.

"Try the red one," Avery offered.

"No, the green one - it's obviously the green one!"

"No, it's never the red one!" Avery insisted.

Runa narrowed her eyes. "Boy-"

"-I'm not a boy."

"Child - I have been alive since before even your ancestors breathed their first breath - Listen to me when I say it is the green one."

"Well..." Avery faltered. They didn't know what to say to that. They wished that Max were here - that he knew of some sort of spell that could tell them how to operate this contraption. Or that the Shi'Ar had sent them with any sort of instruction as to its use. However, Runa wasn't the only immortal - surely Ben was just as ancient as his husband? Or maybe they were wrong - maybe Ben was tragically fated to die, while his husband never aged? "Ben agrees with me, and if he's nearly as old as his husband, I think we should listen to his expertise."

Ben narrowed his eyes. "I'm twice Max's age," he grumbled. "Only physically younger."

Twice Max's age? Avery's eyes widened. Was Ben older than time itself? Max was ancient, for Ben to be his senior... He must have been alive before even the planets had formed. Was Ben some sort of spirit, some sort of fundamental force? Runa was a goddess. Was Max's husband a deity?

Ben, however, was tired of this arguing - and he slammed his fist down on one of the buttons, seeing the machine slowly begin to operate. His eyes widened though, as the laser didn't... didn't immediately fire. He had thought it was ready, that once they pressed the button, it would fire off. Instead, they were sitting ducks, the portals open right in front of them, exposing them. "Fuck!" Ben slammed his fist down on the button again, trying to get it to fire off faster.

"Try pressing it gently," Runa said.

"I am pressing it gently!"

"Maybe there's a lever we can pull?"

Runa shook her head. "We're running out of time. I can fix this."

And then the Asgardian kicked the extremely fragile laser, and Ben nearly had an aneurysm.

What the hell was wrong with these people?







Guin Stark

Location: New Orleans Botanical Gardens
Skills: N/A

Guin paused for a moment, watching as the memory started to play back - and then abruptly froze. It had been a long time since she had thought about Ayita. A year or so at least - her memory on when certain folks had joined the team and left the team was hazier the longer she was here. That was one of the weird parts about being with the X-Men - all of the students seemed to roughly stay the same age, giving the illusion that no time was passing, not really. She still felt like the young SHIELD agent who had shown up to the mansion, still having to have a supervising officer with her, barely eighteen years old. And now here she was, a seasoned X-Man, and married. So much had changed.

She turned around, seeing Mary there - not the one from the memory, but another Mary. Their Mary. Hiding in her own memory - the memory of when Chrysi had first emerged. But no sooner had they found Mary than strange shadows came into the room, trying to attack them. If Guin had to guess, Chrysi's way of trying to take them out of the picture.

Good thing she had a sword.



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