Morose

Ω Heroes of Olympus: the Hidden Gem (Nallore, Morose, Kirah) Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: N/A

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Nancy had no idea as to the answer to Niah's question. Her education hadn't exactly been stellar. Most of the things she knew she had learned from the Legion - which tended to be relevant trivia for fighting monsters and working with the gods, not the history of cultural attractions. "Beats me. I don't even know when this thing was carved," she admitted. Though, she guessed that it had to have been after America was founded, which didn't narrow it down too much. She guessed she also knew it had to have been made by the 80's, since she knew it had been a thing when she was a kid, so she had a period of a few hundred years to guess from.

When they made it to the cliff, Nancy made sure that she had all of her climbing gear on and ready to go. She glanced over at Madalyne when she asked if they'd ever thought about having a normal life. "A normal life would be totally grody," she explained. "Y'know, I can never imagine myself growing old even. And when I think about dying and going to Pluto's domain, assuming I've been heroic enough and all, that never-ending party... bah, count me out. I'd rather be turned into a tree after dying in battle."

Dyad: A Star Wars Story (Morose & BlueSky44)

Clio

Fortunately, Clio had prepared for this. She had spent a lot of time pouring over the archives, reading every bit of intel she could on those who were active forces in shaping the galaxy today and in years before. The Hutts were criminals and they had controlled the Outer Rim for ages, even being active during the Clone Wars. There was one story in particular that stood out to her, hopefully one they could use to garner good will with Rotta. Of course, the Jedi involved in the story was Anakin Skywalker who became the Sith Lord Darth Vader... Clio decided they didn't need to share those details. It was all about crafting a narrative here - one where the Hutts and the Jedi could be allies.

"Great Rotta, the Jedi have been friends to the Hutts for ages. As a child, your life was threatened by the Separatists - but you were saved, thanks to the noble actions of Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker and his padawan," Clio said, doing her best to speak slowly and not to sound too eager. She knew that Rotta's father had been killed by General Leia Organa, who wasn't technically a Jedi, but she didn't know if Rotta would bear a grudge over it. "As we build the Jedi Order, we want to be friends with the Hutts once more. Our master has bade us to see if we could purchase a slave from you, as a sign of friendship and good faith."

She felt dirty, asking to buy a slave.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: Liberty Island
Skills: Electronics and Computers, Engineering Design, Problem Solving, Mechanics, Telepathy

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"I've got a bad feeling about this," Guin complained, as her suit started going out of control. The thrusters and repulsors were firing off randomly, the suit was flinging her arms and legs about in odd directions, and she didn't have time to regain control before her legs were rotated into a position so quickly that both of them broke. Tears instantly sprung to her eyes as she screamed in pain. "God fucking damn it! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!" Guin roared, hardly able to think. She was moving on more instinct than design as she quickly activated emergency sequences, barely able to regain control of her armor. Her legs were a fountain of pain - no, not a fountain, more of a river of lava. She felt like Vader at the end of the Prequel Trilogy.

"Loki is here. Right side of the Statue when you're looking at it from the jet." She spoke telepathically into the minds of everyone on their side, her telepathic voice hardly able to disguise the immense pain that she was in. Sweat was pouring down her forehead as she tried to focus and concentrate. She wished she had morphine. She knew that she wouldn't be able to get the good painkillers for obvious reasons, but damn it, it was hard to think and fight like this! Still, there was at least one other thing she needed to do before taking out her anger on Loki -

Don't freak out, I'm fine, she told Pietro. Her armor was the only thing keeping her standing. She targeted Loki and blasted him with her uni-beam at full power, a powerful beam of energy exploding from the arc reactor that powered her Iron Star armor. It hardly did anything to Loki - he just brushed it off.

IT DOES NOT SOUND LIKE YOU ARE FINE!!!!!!!

I said not to freak out! Guin replied, using pretty much the pure adrenaline of fighting Loki in order to focus through the pain.

Kind of hard not to!!!!!

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Neil Spellman

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Location: Liberty Island
Skills: N/A

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Neil wished that Bethany and Pietro had managed to clear out the crowd from inside already, but they hadn't yet. There were still innocent people here and it was so hard to see through the crowd. He didn't spot Loki until well after Carolina had and his face paled, especially as Loki threw what he assumed to be grenades at them. Neil kicked at the strange balls, suddenly blessed with the skills of an elite athlete! The strange devices spewing green gaseous smoke went outside of the state and into the outdoor area.... where they would be someone else's problem.

"Carolina? Are you okay? What's going on?" Neil asked instantly, incredibly confused as to why Carolina was laughing uncontrollably. The green smoke had caused him to reevaluate his first idea that these were grenades - poison seemed more likely, but why would that make Carolina giggle so much? Neil felt completely fine and normal too. He didn't even have a slight headache or anything that would seem like a warning sign to him of imminent death.

He then heard Guin's voice inside of his head, giving directions as to where the real Loki was supposedly. He could tell that she was in pain. This was all going horribly, he knew it, he wished that he and Carolina and Annie had just stayed at the X-Mansion and let the others go deal with this.

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Runa knew that Loki was trying to get a rise out of her - it was what he did. He played with people's emotions - and Runa had always been an easy target for that. She was trying her best not to be, not to show the look of pain on her face as Loki berated her. His words were like venom daggers in her back. The more she tried not to think about them, the harder it became. She was only stopped from going down a train of self destructive thoughts when one of the Midgardians spoke telepathically to her, informing her as to where the real Loki was.

She definitely was just as dramatic as her uncle though, as Runa stepped to the back of the torch, spread out her arms, and free fell backwards. Her plan had been to use her powers of darkness manipulation to slow her fall at the last second, but it didn't happen like that. Instead, she went smack against the ground. Her Asgardian durability kept her from getting more than scratches and bruises though, as she picked herself up, trying to look like she meant to do it that way. "No more games, Uncle."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Trainerblue192@The Man Emperor

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May 17th, 2021

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St. David's Hospital - Cardiff: 2:10 A.M.

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Dr. Larson went with Oliver to Niah's room, after bidding farewell to his parents. She remained behind Oliver, looking at Niah with some curiosity. A thought occurred to her and she stepped into the room, fishing into a bag she kept next to her. Dr. Larson then pulled an impossible object out of the small bag - it must have been a bag of holding or something. She then set what looked like a cyborg's leg down on the table. "For when she wakes up," Dr. Larson explained quietly.

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??? - Quinjet: 9:10 P.M.

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In the medical bay portion of the quinjet, Bonnie finished tending to Cass' wounds. It mostly was a matter of her cleaning up the eye socket, which would sting like crazy, bandaging it, and then putting the eye patch on top of the bandages. "You'll need to clean and change the bandages twice a day - I'd give you a shot to boost your immune system, but shots don't mix well with you," Bonnie admitted. "If you're in pain though, we've got the good stuff and you can take it orally."

She then picked up the arm and sighed slightly, patting a chair. "Folly, sit here and be still, please," Bonnie said. "Do you need anything for the pain?" she asked. Some enhanced people had a weird interaction with drugs. Since Matt's powers hadn't worked on her, Bonnie was guessing that Folly was one of those people.

"Nope, though I do expect a lolly," Folly said, sitting in the chair. "So let's get stitching, doc, at this rate I'll have a new one grown in faster!"

Bonnie looked at Cass - a clear look of why - before she picked up surgical thread and started the painstaking process of sewing Folly's arm back on. Everyone seemed to have gravitated down towards medical, with the exception of Agent 13, Falcon, and the Winter Soldier being across in the brig area dealing with the unconscious people. "If you're all going to argue, then you need to take it somewhere else, got it?" she told them. "Thanks, Matt, but I think I'm good here."

In the tech bay, P.H.I.L. responded to Kwassi's request: "User is unauthorized. Self destruct sequence initiating in five, four, three, two...

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Asgard - Breidablik: 1:20 A.M.

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Raynor wasn't a citizen of Midgard, but he knew enough of its history. "You were just following orders then?" he asked, filling up with more rage. "I guess we know who the HYDRA spy is, then, since that's what the Nazis did - they just followed orders!" he screamed. If it hadn't been for Nanna's rebuke, he would have tried to kill Astrad then and there. Instead, he made a mental note to wait for an opportunity to arise when they were on Midgard. The second he had a chance to take vengeance, he would - with extreme prejudice.

"Mate, if you compare someone to the Nazis you instant lose," Amelia couldn't help but say. "Now let's turn down the I'm-Anakin-and-I-hate-sand vibes and let's go kick some green ass and save Earth," she suggested. Nanna opened the door from the healing meadow for them all and Amelia went back into the hallway, hoping that Raynor wouldn't throw a dagger at her while her back was turned.

"... I like the new girl better than the new guy," Raynor told Sparky. Holding Lyting in his hands, he ran his thumb along the blade, before putting the dagger in the pocket of his new space robes. He looked at Nanna for a moment, not sure what words to say to her. "Thank you, Nanna... I hope the Norns smile upon you and give you many blessings," he said earnestly. He felt a bit crazy with how fast his emotions were swinging back and forth, as he spoke to his dead mother and left the healing meadow, emerging into the hall proper, and then he went outside with Amelia to see a giant canary yellow spaceship with flowers painted on it.

The ship's actual shape was like a giant sphere - or a giant flower? The stem would have been the boarding ramp. Amelia stared at it, her eyes wide as she tried to figure out exactly how the thing was able to fly. It didn't look aerodynamic at all. "She's beautiful... And impossible," she whispered, before running up the ramp. The inside of the ship was just one level. The pilot's chair was normal with a console in front of it, but the rest of the seats were.... "beanbags!"

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Runa Johansson

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Location: Nidavellir
Skills: N/A

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Runa stared at the transaction with confusion. They were being sent on an errand to get someone's tools? She had never really played video games, but she was at least familiar with the concept of a fetch quest and this felt like one of those. Couldn't they just tell this man that they were on a mission to save the universe and forgo this process? But she guessed that if that was a safe choice, Nadia would've said something - or Klara would have. She stared at Nadia and Klara, trying to wrap her head around this life she was in now. Or this un-life.

She followed Nadia and Klara out of the building. "... So we're going to find his brother and get his things, and then he'll help us?" she asked. She couldn't focus on Klara wanting to know about fashion, she was just trying to get her bearings on how everything worked here. The place that they stumbled into next didn't look like a place she'd ever been in - the place smelled like alcohol. She glanced around, seeing all of the very short, very old people sitting around. It was like something out of a fever dream.

"Um, I'm good... Do... do we need to eat?" she asked, not too sure how being dead worked.

The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@KazAlkemi@Framing A Moose@Kirah

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February 17th, 2021 - 12:50 PM

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M-Pox

Mutant Underground:

• Casper - cured
• Spark Plug - cured
• Jack - cured
• Max - cured
• Glimpse - cured

Hellfire Club/Misc.:

• Emma Frost - succumbed to M-Pox. Time of Death: 10:59 AM, Feb 17, 2021
• Vulcan - cured
• Legion - mild symptoms
• Morgan - severe symptoms
• Toad - succumbed to M-Pox. Time of Death: 11:34 AM, Feb 17, 2021

Mild Symptoms: Headache, some splotchiness of the skin, fatigue and exhaustion
Moderate Symptoms: Difficulty breathing, dizziness, vomiting, blood shot eyes, prominent veins
Severe Symptoms: Vomiting blood, trouble walking, bleeding from the ears, extreme skin discoloration, general looniness

So far, only two individuals have "cured" themselves from M-Pox. The first was S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Cassandra Reed. The second was Gabriel Summers A.K.A. Vulcan.

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Casper Theriot

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Location: Mutant Underground: Outside the Glitter Factory
Skills: Mediumship

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"What time is it?" Ben asked suddenly.

"Why the hell would I know? Do I look like my mutant power is turning into a watch?" Casper asked his companion, raising an eyebrow. The line to get in was really long and with the lack of fakes among his friends, their odds of getting past the bouncers wasn't really that great. Casper was swaying back and forth on his feet as he tried to think of a way to get on inside.

Ben, ever the astute person, noticed that most people in line were holding something - presents. "Casper, look!" Ben urged, waving a hand in front of Casper's face and pointing at the line. "See what they're all holding? And what time it is?"

"Not now, Ben, Jack is counting on me!" Casper snapped. He walked through Ben, Ben briefly flickering out of existence before coming back into focus, just behind Casper this time. "I'm pretty sure that there's a door around the back that if we do a secret knock on, we can get in! Now.... Does anyone here know the secret knock?" he asked.

"Casper, it's the middle of the fucking day! It's the afternoon! They're holding presents! The club is hosting a Secret Santa or a birthday party or something! They'll probably just let you in if you say you're friends of the host!"

Casper did a double take, looking at the line again. It was a line of good looking twinks for the most part. They were carrying presents with outrageously tasteful wrapping paper. "...Shit. Ben, stop distracting me, okay? You made me almost miss this. Huddle up fam, no strip club is this full at lunch time. And see the gayly wrapped presents? It's a birthday party in there. All we have to do is find out the name of the birthday boy and say we're friends. The kiddos can just claim to be their cousins or sisters or something, they'll just put an X on your hand and let you in even without a fake," Casper proudly announced. The line was moving pretty quickly too - Ben had been right (and Casper). The bouncers were really just letting anyone in.

"You're fucking unbelievable..." Ben groaned.

"Come on, the birthday boy is waiting for us!" Casper shouted, before running down the block and getting into the line. A few of the people at the end of the line looked at him, checking him out for a brief moment, before they got distracted by their phones or something.

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Veil

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Location: A Block from the Eisenhower Building - Parking Garage
Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation

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"I can't keep you invisible if you scout ahead," Veil explained to Kristina. "With how close we are to the White House, as much as I'd love to have you scout... I think it'd be dangerous. If anyone sees you, they'll assume you're a terrorist and they won't hesitate to kill you." She didn't need Kristina's death on her conscience. She already had Moonwalker's and Magik's to feel guilty over. "Also, we need to all use our mutant names. If our real names are picked up, they'll hunt us down like dogs after this and we'll be killed - or worse, thrown in a mutant super max."

Despite all of the tension and worry, Veil couldn't help but snort as Sapphire explained what the Hellfire Club was likely trying to do. She was also slightly tempted to just let them do it, to tell Sapphire to take them all to that club to help Jack find Max and Sunshine. "President Jakobsen hates mutants - he only stopped when the polls told him he'd gone too far," Veil said. She knew that he had been the former leader of OMEN, an organization that had captured and tortured Sapphire along with countless other mutants. Veil hadn't voted for him. She had wanted Sanders in office.

"Maybe we should let them do it," Havok suggested, speaking what Veil hadn't been willing to say.

"... No. We can't do that. For one, X gave us these cures in exchange for this service. For two, it isn't right. You can't forcibly experiment on people, no matter who they are or what they did," Veil decided. She peered out at the road and spotted a parking garage. "Saph, let's pull in there. We'll then walk the rest of the way. I'll keep us cloaked. If things go wrong, I want Glimpse and - new girl, what's your mutant name? - to get as many people as they can out, starting with the kids."

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Sunshine

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Location: Ronald Regan Airport
Skills: N/A

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Sunshine never had gotten a chance to be picky about what food she ate really. She didn't even really know what her favorite sauce packet was. Whenever she went to a place that let them just take the packets, she would stuff her pockets full with them - it was better to eat ketchup than go hungry some nights. She grabbed her stuff from the tray Max had brought over, hesitating as she peered at the sauce packets, before she decided just to go with the ketchup for now. She folded down the bit at the top of the fry box and squirted the ketchup all over it. "...So Jack really did kidnap me then," she mumbled.

She didn't know what the next move was going to be. She'd never really been kidnapped before. She had been abandoned and locked up. She had always just... run away. Moved forward. Found the next thing. This was the first time that something like this had happened. Did she go back to the Mutant Underground? Was that what she was supposed to do? Jack was... her biological father. And he had kidnapped her. And she didn't know why. "... I don't know what to do next," she admitted to Max, before slurping up her milkshake.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: the Ship
Skills: Rainbow Manipulation

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Leda couldn't help but giggle slightly as Demetri proclaimed his hatred of flying. It was as funny as one of her siblings declaring that they hated rainbows - or if one of the Athena kids detested math. "Why a snake?" she asked, a bit curious. She would have thought that an eagle or something would be better, since then he could just fly up onto the ship, but then again, he hated flying so maybe that was the reason. Eh, boys never made sense to her anyways.

She sighed slightly, hearing that the earliest they'd get to Camp Jupiter was that evening. She really wished that this ship could go a million times faster. "Yeah, Kiera and I can handle the Mum message," Leda volunteered. She didn't even know if any of the others, besides Mary maybe, would even have drachma on them for it. She pulled a drachma out of her pocket and made a small rainbow with one hand, before tossing the drachma into the beautiful light. "O Mum, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering... Camp Jupiter, please."

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Mount Othrys -> New Rome: Senate House
Skills: Prophecy

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Nancy's throat was feeling sore as Madalyne dragged her through the portal. Werewolf dust went into her mouth and Nancy spit it out in disgust, wiping heaps of it off of her face and knowing that her hair most likely looked like she had went rolling in sand while on their outing. She felt like she had just licked cat litter. "Ugh, that was so freaking grody..." she complained. She was snapped out of her self absorbed pity party by two things - the fact that they were in the Senate House with weapons, a huge no-no in New Rome, and that Madalyne had a nasty bite on her arm.

Even without Madalyne's reaction of horror towards the bite, Nancy knew it was bad news. Werewolf bites were infectious. Those they bit would turn into werewolves under a full moon. Waverley sang a song for Madalyne and the bite faded until it was a scar, but deep down, Nancy knew that wouldn't be enough. Her nostrils flared as she stared at the bite. "Marco, debrief them now," she snapped. She wasn't angry at him. Nancy didn't know who she was angry at. "If anyone looks at me, I'll have your head chopped off and put on a pike, got it?" she then added. She walked to a quiet corner of the room.

"Help me to see clearly, Father," she mumbled. She sat down cross legged and pulled out her deck of tarot cards, her hands shaking but she was determined. She had to know if Mads could be cured, if she could be saved. Nancy felt sick to her stomach and her ears were ringing. Her hands were still shaking like mad and her fingers were so cold, they were numb, as she shuffled the cards and focused on her question, attempting to shut out everything else in her mind. She felt compelled to draw a single card - the Moon, reversed and then the world went black. To onlookers, it would look like Nancy was having a seizure.

To her though, she was trapped inside of her own mind, witnessing a horrible vision. There was a wolf in the woods - Mads - attacking a group of campers. When the vision cleared, a tear fell down Nancy's cheek. That couldn't be all of it. There had to be... there had to be another path, another way. She stared at the Moon card, feeling like it was taunting her mercilessly.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: Liberty Island
Skills: Perception, Investigation, Electronics and Computers

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Guin shrugged slightly, not really minding that Mary had picked the spot for them to go search. It was a little bit nerve wracking, looking around for Loki - it was like blindly stumbling about, trying to trigger a fight with a boss, never knowing when the cut scene would start and the villain's monologue would begin. She smirked ever so slightly at Pietro's mental response, before turning her attention to her surroundings. Once they had made their way around, she used her suit's tech to start hacking into nearby cameras to try to speed up their search for the god of mischief.

"Got something, boss," F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced.

Her suit then displayed an image from one of the cameras in particular - it looked like Loki. He was somewhere over on the right side of the island with them, unless he had sent a bunch of illusions all over the place to throw them off. "Mare, think he's nearby - that or it's just a glorified hologram," Guin said, elbowing her friend lightly. "Want me to send out a mental pulse to everyone?" she then offered. It was one of the few things telepaths were good for - a rapid alert system.

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Neil Spellman

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Location: Liberty Island
Skills: Perception

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Neil loved movies. They were in dark rooms where people couldn't stare at him and judge. It was also socially unacceptable for people to talk over the movie, walk in front of the screen, pause it, or any other number of annoying things people tended to do when they watched movies at the X-Mansion. "I'd love to see a movie," Neil couldn't help but admit. "We could see Jungle Cruise?" he suggested. He was super curious about that movie, mostly since it was heavily tied to a Disney theme park ride. The only other movie he could think of that was out in theaters was another minion thing, so there was no way he wanted to see that.

He walked inside the building after Annie and Carolina, peering around. He didn't really see Loki anywhere, and he let out a slight sigh of relief. He didn't want to be in the group that found Loki first. He'd much rather just have to run off towards the fight and get to join in once the heavy hitters had already gone. The Avengers and the Asgardians were the heavy hitters in his mind - the X-Men were okay, they had gotten lucky with the board game, he didn't want to test their luck again.

Still, they had barely even scratched the surface here - he could be somewhere further inside of the Statue of Liberty.

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Runa turned bright red, seeing her cousin vanish, leaving glitter on the ground. "Erm, yes - Klara's... Klara. She's the goddess of love - well one of them, my father is actually the god of love for instance - so it goes with the territory," Runa explained. "She, erm, likely believes that... That you should court me." Runa turned away from Lance, trying to stop her heart from pounding so furiously that it felt like it was about to escape from her chest. The mortals had already picked three directions - left, forward, and right. There was really only one way left in Runa's opinion and she looked up. "How are you with heights?"

The young Asgardian shot herself up into the air with darkness, skyrocketing up higher and higher until she landed delicately on the torch. Her anxiety diminished slightly as there weren't any crowds up here. She peered down for a moment, curious to see if Lance would be able to use his powers to follow her - or if she would need to fetch him. She didn't stare down very long though, as she turned and saw that Loki was up there on the torch with her. "You're too weak to fight us, Uncle," Runa lied.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Megan Pendragon

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Location: Camelot
Skills: N/A

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"I know it wasn't necessary, brother of mine," Megan said, staring at Jack dead in the eyes. She knew that she didn't need to stab Isabella and rub salt in the wound. She didn't act out of necessity, she acted out of wanting retribution, revenge. It was plain and simple. Just because she had a magic sword now and supposedly royal heritage didn't mean Megan was going to let that change her. She was a medical examiner - she liked watching horror movies and fencing and drinking way too much coffee and staying up far too late. She followed Isabella with her eyes, smirking ever so slightly with satisfaction.

"I'm done, yes, as long as she is," Megan promised. She finished eating what food she wanted, before wiping at her eyes slightly, missing coffee for a brief moment. But she was still alert. It hadn't been her first time being deprived of caffeine when she had things to do and she doubted it would be the last. She stood up from the table, her hand on the sheath of her sword, and she walked outside after Hansel.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Trainerblue192@The Man Emperor

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May 17th, 2021

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St. David's Hospital - Cardiff: 2:00 A.M.

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"Half-Kree?" Oliver's father blurted, no longer able to hold back his questions. "What.... your mother's an alien now?" he asked, completely shocked. His head was bobbing around like a bobblehead, as he couldn't decide where to look. Oliver's mother had fallen asleep again, otherwise she likely would have been participating in the conversation as well.

"Yes, Half-Kree," Dr. Larson confirmed. "Don't worry. Most Kree don't have supernatural powers or abilities, although we are stronger and more durable than the average human. Your wife will live a normal life," she promised.

"Wha.... Powers...."

Niah's surgery came to completion. She was placed in a room to recover, with nurses monitoring her and ready to call a doctor to come once she woke up.

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Ellis Island - New York: 9:00 P.M.

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Folly pouted slightly, hearing that pretty much everyone didn't want her on this job. Insane or not, being excluded still hurt her feelings and it was probably for the best that she only had one knife at the moment, as its twin was still over by Jakobsen. "You're going to regret this," she muttered, before skipping on over to her other knife and retrieving it.

"Yeah, I am going to pilot, as I'm not giving the coordinates to this location to any of you," Hawkeye confirmed. He seemed a bit defensive over the entire matter, as if he didn't really want to take them to this safe house, but he had little choice in the matter. "That means no co-pilot either, sorry Reed. You'll all have to stay in the back of the ship, like I'm a goddamn Uber driver." Hawkeye didn't give anyone a chance to argue with him, before he boarded the quinjet and headed to the cockpit. The quinjet belonged to Iron Man, so it conveniently had a button that let Hawkeye put down a privacy barrier so no one could see him up front. The only downside was the privacy barrier was a stylized picture of Tony Stark.

"You can't co-pilot anyways," Bonnie agreed, looking at Cass. "Doctor's orders," she then added. "Come to the medical station, and we'll get you sorted - see if the Avengers have any spare eyes rolling around." She then sighed slightly, looking at Folly who was still missing one arm. "You as well, kid. I'll stitch that back on."

"Yippee!" Folly cheered, before running to medical. It wasn't too hard to find - it was across from the brig, where the captured Avengers were still unconscious. Agent 13, Falcon, and the Winter Soldier set about getting the chains and cells opened up, although they didn't try to wake the sleeping heroes. They needed to recover from their injuries, so rest was going to be the best medicine.

Bonnie made her way to medical and started looking through the supplies, setting Folly's detached arm down for a second. The girl didn't seem to be in any pain, so she decided to treat Cass first. "Hmm, damn. No eyeballs here, although there is an eyepatch," she said, setting that one out and getting it ready. Cass would just look like a pirate for a little while longer.

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Asgard - Breidablik: 1:10 A.M.

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Nadia left to go visit Freya, and before placing a kiss on his wife's cheek, Baldur left as well with Forseti in tow. It was just the Midgardians, Raynor, and Nanna left in the healing meadow of Baldur's hall. Raynor, of course, was still in the nude as no one had offered him any clothing - and the goddess of creation had left, so there was no quick fix to be had there. "I can fetch some robes - I will be but a moment," Nanna said, before leaving the room.

Amelia couldn't help but agree with Astrad - they really did need to get back to Earth and fast. If shapeshifting aliens were on the loose, she couldn't imagine what sort of chaos they could cause. She loved chaos - anything that got her adrenaline going through the roof was a victory in her book. Fighting off the skrulls? It'd be the most fun she had ever had in her life - and of course, it was for a good cause as well. There was nothing more noble than defending the entire planet. It was part of the reason she had joined SHIELD originally - she wanted to help the world, not just one nation.

Raynor's eyes narrowed. He didn't like that Thanos' goons had been the one to kill the skrull. He wanted to have done it himself. Had they not already gone through so much hell due to time travel, he would have been looking for a way to go back in time right that instant so he could kill the skrull with his own bear hands. However, Sparky offered a substitute - apparently one of the agents with her had the audacity to attack a pregnant woman????

He raised his hand and summoned a ball of light - much weaker than what he was really capable of doing, and it wasn't because he was showing restraint, it was just because he'd been in a coma near death for so long. He sent a small blast at Astrad, knocking Astrad over and sending him onto the ground. "Even think about hurting Sparks again and you'll wish you were never born," Raynor threatened.

There was a slight cough at the door as Nanna returned with some robes - best described as the sort a Jedi would have worn during the prequel trilogy of Star Wars. "There is to be no fighting within these halls," Nanna reminded him. Raynor lowered his head a little guiltily, like a child being scolded by their mother (which, to Raynor, was exactly what was happening there). "Sorry, Ma-Nanna."

"Here, these should fit you," Nanna then said, handing over the robes. Raynor slipped them on, looking a bit like a discount Obi-Wan Kenobi. "I have a ship ready to take you to Midgard outside - please do be careful with it, it has sentimental value."

"I call piloting it!" Amelia exclaimed, her eyes lit up with a bright and fierce intensity. She loved piloting any craft that she could get her hands on, but an Asgardian space ship? That was the Holy Grail of ships. She couldn't help but imagine how jealous her other pilot friends would be. It was already a big deal to get to fly in space using Earth tech, much less tech made by alien gods.