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🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Runa Johansson

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Location: Hotel Valhalla - Feast Hall of the Slain
Skills: N/A

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Runa's heart sank slightly as Klara went to go sit elsewhere, but she nodded. She just liked having both of her best friends at the table together, but she didn't say anything - it was her problem, not Klara's. Klara could sit wherever she wanted to and Runa could always catch up with her more later. "I'm good," Runa answered Nadia, smiling ever so slightly. "... Just wish there wasn't such a large crowd..." she then admitted. She understood that it was a serious time and everyone had to assemble, but having so many people in this space made the walls feel like they were closing in around her. She nodded at Arnora slightly in response to her greeting, before paying attention as her father started to speak.

They weren't allowed to kill each other - it was such a strange concept, but it made sense. People weren't coming back to life. It might have been limited to those who had died the day before - or maybe it was still a problem. At any rate, the thought made her incredibly nervous. Resurrections were one of the protections of Valhalla and so many people here didn't know how to express themselves without violence. With the statement about reporting suspicious activity, Runa couldn't help but think again as to whether or not this was an intentional attack.... "... Do you think we're going to be okay?" she then asked Nadia.

Ride or Die for the Republic (Morose & Kirah & Nallore)

Raynor nodded, taking in the path near the guard station. His master was dead. He couldn't deny the part of him screaming to destroy every last droid and Separatist to take vengeance on her behalf. But this was bigger than either of them - and he knew his master would have consoled him that she was part of the Force now. The best way to honor her and ensure her sacrifice had not been in vain would be to complete the mission - to help turn the tides of the battle happening up on the space station orbiting the planet. "I'm not chubby, but I'm also pretty much the same size as a clone, so that way won't work," Raynor told Emzie. "Guard station seems like our best call. It's direct and any droids that come near, I can handle."

"Anything else to be aware of?" Raynor asked, hesitating for a moment. He knew that Emzie couldn't feel things through the Force as he did. "... My master and the others... They're gone," he then said quietly, his eyes shining with pain that he was struggling to allow himself to feel. The Jedi Council always preached serenity, not passion - that they could only find strength through peace and harmony, not rage and vengeance. Emotions had to be identified, understood, and then allowed to fade away.

He didn't know how to do that though. All he could do was channel his grief into the task at hand.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: The Kyln
Skills: N/A

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Guin didn't exactly blame Quill for the way he reacted over the guards using his walkman - she would've done something similar, especially as her own walkman had been her father's and the current tape in it had been a gift from Pietro. "Babe, mind helping me out with a costume change?" Guin asked, as she located her things. She opened up the case with her Iron Star armor, giving it a quick once over - luckily, nothing seemed to be damaged. She then shut the case and stood back on up.

"Alright," he said with a slight eye roll, before zipping around and Guin would be in her normal clothes.

"My hero," Guin said, before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"...So now we see about getting off this station right?"

Guin nodded eagerly. "Yeah, fuck this whole place. If we were on Earth, I'd totally use my dad's money to buy it, just so we could burn it to the ground. And I would very much advocate destroying this place on our way out if it wasn't for, you know, all the people that'll still be here. Kinda don't wanna go all Darth Vader with Alderaan." She agreed with Bethany - Guin had hated her brief prison experience here. She had been scared witless at the start and even though the exposure therapy seemed to have worked some, it didn't make her keen on staying very much longer.

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: The Kyln
Skills: Asgardian Magic

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Runa was very curious as to how the other group managed to even have a ship with their poor piloting skills - but she was more concerned for Lance. He had fallen silent. They hadn't really spoken throughout this entire ordeal, aside from him chiding her for 'threatening Stark.' Their items appeared to have been unscathed and Runa didn't waste a second, using her magic to quickly change her clothing from the horrible prison garb to her own clothes. She smiled slightly, feeling a bit more herself, especially as she now had all of her possessions on her.

With Gandr's familiar weight in her right hand, Runa then focused on Lance. "Allow me," she said softly, before attempting to do the clothing change spell on him as well - but the magic didn't come together, instead fizzling out sadly like a whimper. Runa's left eye twitched slightly. The gnawing dread that she was losing her powers came back to her - the worry that she was losing her Asgardian nature somehow. Her powers had always been strong, never before had they been so feeble, temperamental, and fragile. However, with a little more focus and concentration she pulled off the simple spell, changing Lance's prison uniform into his own clothes.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Big House -> Armory
Skills: N/A

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"You don't want to make a spectacle of it, luv?" Leda teased. She was only partially kidding. If she was skinny dipping with her girlfriend, she wouldn't care how private or not that it was - the naiads would gossip no matter the time of day or night anyways. Leda was just one of those people who were super secure with their bodies, she was comfortable with the idea, but knew that Kiera might have preferred some more privacy - although, she had to wonder if even the fish would gossip if they saw Poseidon's daughter skinny dipping with Iris' kid.

Of course, the thoughts of naked swimming had to end as Kiera took her hand and they went to the armory. Despite Iris' more pacifistic nature, Leda loved violence - as in, slaying monsters and undertaking quests. She found them exhilarating, like a nonstop roller coaster of action and adventure. The armory was just the prelude to that sort of epic fun. Leda wasn't really interested in getting any new weapons, as she adored her sword Ultraviolet, but armor was always a good thing to come by - and maybe a back up knife or too. "Anything in particular you're looking for?" Leda asked.

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Northern Woods
Skills: N/A

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A look of horror dawned on Nancy's face, as Niah pointed out the unthinkable - that Leandra of all people could become praetor after Mads. If Nancy had to work with Leandra... She didn't know if she could stomach that situation, even for the sake of everyone in New Rome. It would be like being forced to work with the devil. She'd rather return to the Lotus Hotel for one hour than spend a minute being co-praetors with the pink she-demon. "Ugh, gag me with a spoon. No way could Leandra win. It'd be you, Niah, easy." She wouldn't let herself consider the possibility that she'd be wrong.

Nancy raised an eyebrow as Mads asked for some time alone with the kids. "I had gone out into the woods here to be alone, but I suppose I can cede the territory," Nancy joked. She wasn't really feeling better - maybe just a little more determined if anything else. She didn't know if they could save Mads... She didn't know if Apollo and her godly half-brother would pull through, if they'd be able to cure Mads before it was too late. There were too many questions unanswered.

But Nancy respected her friend's wishes, waiting for Niah for a second before heading back in the direction of camp. "You holding up okay?" Nancy asked.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Megan Pendragon

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Location: Merlin's Tower
Skills: N/A

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Megan tilted her head, torn between fascination with the murderous rabbit and the way Merlin had vaporized the guards with ease. She was beginning to get a better sense of the level of power he yielded - although it made her question why he needed any help at all. The only answer that came to mind was that his foe must have been even more powerful, forcing Merlin to require others instead of simply handling it all himself. But if he was going to be relying on her brother's magic skills, then clearly there was much to be desired... Merlin looked exhausted from his efforts.

Her heart paused for a moment as Merlin mentioned contacting and gathering their parents - even though so far, Megan had insisted that her biological parents meant nothing to her. They were simply strangers to her, people who had had sex and created a child. She didn't owe them anything for that - she hadn't asked for them to make her. And sure, she had dim memories of them but they were just that - memories. She had more meaningful relationships with the corpses in the morgue. "You ought to rest - you look like you should be lying on a slab," Megan told her brother.

The Gifted - Concluded

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

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Genosha: July 15th, 2021 - 2:10 PM

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Veil, Casper, and Sunshine

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Location: the Carousel - Stage
Skills: Mediumship

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"The Akademos isn't an academy in the same sense of what it is for flatscans - like, there aren't any math tests. Whatever knowledge you need a telepath can just download for you. You'd be surprised how many mutants there are with crazy degrees on Genosha - they just sorta loan out their info and the telepaths copy it for us," Sunshine explained. "It's how I learned to read and write English. So like, what we focus on at the Akademos is mutant knowledge - how to use our powers, not just alone but in groups to make what we call mutant circuits."

"I think the magic people do something similar," she then mused. "But I'm not really sure. Renegade's one of the teachers at the Akademos - not that we really have teachers. It's more of if you figure something out, you share it with everyone else, so everyone learns and everyone teaches."

Havok didn't look convinced at Spark Plug's words - or Waverley's, given her obvious newfound crush on the Three Bitches in One. However, he also knew that shouting wasn't going to get him anywhere. There had to be a way off of this island. He'd find it and he was going to get the hell out of here. Being one of Xavier's X-Men would be better than this.

Casper, of course, had more or less melted into James. It was so easy for him to swoon at James' words, and even though it hadn't felt like very long since he had seen him, Casper was more than excited at the idea of chilling and checking out some of those places James had mentioned. "I don't endanger myself - that's Ben's job," Casper protested, earning an eye roll from his ghostly friend.

"So convincing..."

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A little while later, they were back at the Magda Memorial Housing Complex in the Omega Building. They didn't go to Renegade's apartment this time however. James, Sunshine, and Jack had been living in one apartment together. It had six bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. Most of the bedrooms were empty. Some of them would have to double up, but the Mutant Underground would be able to live together under one roof - again.

Veil sat on the table, her legs dangling off of it as she looked around at everyone. Casper was practically in James' lap on the couch, and Sunshine was perched on the opposite end of the couch. Havok was standing in the corner, looking as angry as ever.

"... So ... Who wants to start?" Veil asked.

"What's there to talk about?" Sunshine asked stubbornly. "You all can live here on Genosha and be happy and safe, without any fucking flatscans trying to kill us. It's paradise."

"The views do seem really awesome... Is there rum here?" Casper then asked, as everyone knew rum was key to island life.

"Yeah, I'm sure it's the blood in the fucking soil that makes everything seem so perfect," Havok snapped. "We aren't seriously going to stay here."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Trainerblue192

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May 23rd, 2021

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Skrull Prison Ship

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Maria would spot Captain Marvel nearby, slowly drifting further and further underneath the water - she was unconscious and drowning. Also nearby was... a dolphin? A dolphin with strangely intelligent eyes staring at her? The dolphin prodded her slightly with its nose, as if trying to get Maria to understand something, before diving after the drowning Avenger. There wasn't any sign of anyone else, but the ship was massive - everyone could easily be scattered.

Meanwhile, for a pregnant woman Sue was in remarkably good shape after the crash. She was treading the water just fine, but was very thankful for Flynn fishing her out - and a little curious as to where he had found the lifeboat. "I'm fine, thanks," she reassured him. Not too far from their boat, they'd spot another drowning Avenger - an unconscious Tony Stark.

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Pennsylvania Avenue: Washington D.C.: 12:30 P.M.

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In the van, Niah and Sparky would begin seeing breaking news alerts - a massive alien spaceship had crashed off the coast of Montevideo in Uruguay. The Avengers were on route to the tragedy, but the death toll was already expected to be in the hundreds of thousands, if not more. On one channel, Tony Stark was giving an interview about the situation while traveling to Uruguay, anticipating that they would be there in one hour's time - a travel time that everyone knew wasn't fast enough.

Captain America nodded at Matt. "You might not hear from me for a while - but I'll be with you in spirit. Carry on, soldier," he said, extending his hand for Matt to shake if he so chose. Captain America then jumped out the window, using his shield to make it look like his shield had broken the glass. He then threw his shield at Cass, hitting her in the left arm and leaving a nasty bruise, knocking her to the ground.

The Secret Service Agents on the lawn assumed the most logical course of events - Captain America was now public enemy number one and had attacked the White House, with Cass and Raynor being just two agents he had hurt. The agents opened fire on Captain America, whether they were skrulls or not was unclear, and Cap held his shield in front of him, blocking their fire. Raynor wasn't waking up - he was out cold.

Inside the Oval Office, Bonnie arched a slight eyebrow at Kwassi's comment. "None of us have training on working with children - except for those who are parents," she pointed out. The only parent in the group, that she was aware of, was the President. Maria had a kid, but she wasn't present at the moment. And Bonnie herself definitely didn't have a child. The only thing she had in common with children was an adoration for the animation style used in Tim Burton movies. She had wanted to be an animator before she ended up becoming a medical examiner for SHIELD.

Amelia didn't ever want kids herself - but she felt that kids were fine. They were just like small, mini adults. And in small doses, they could be really cute. It was the prolonged contact with children that got annoying, as they could just be a looot (which was saying something, coming from someone else who was very much a lot). "So uh, do we call someone to report Captain America tried to kill the President? Oooor are we the ones that get called for that? Like, who does the Secret Service tell things went wrong to? Do we tell the President? But like, he already knows? The Vice President? Is there a 911 sorta line for this?" Amelia rambled. She knew a little bit about American politics, but had very little idea as to the emergency protocol they were supposed to follow.

Bonnie thought for a moment. "The President should tell the Vice President, and ideally from there it'll go through whatever the proper protocols are. Or - Niah, Sparky, could you look up what we're supposed to do from here?" Bonnie inquired. "Deviating slightly from proper protocol may be okay, the skrulls might not be as detail oriented as real Secret Service."

In the hallway outside, the kids didn't really seem to recognize Alex as being the President - since they were children and pretty much all white men in suits look roughly the same. "Who are you supposed to be?" one child asked rudely, with the tour guide's jaw dropping slightly. Ricky stood behind the group with his arms crossed, staring at Alex.

"That's President Jakobsen," Ricky explained. "Now kids, I need a moment with the President alone. How about you all go to the cafe and get a treat?" he suggested strongly, locking eyes with the tour guide who nodded and started ushering the kids away.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: The Kyln
Skills: Telepathy

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Guin smirked slightly with pride at her expert pilot skills. She really ought to have been the one flying their actual ship too. Maybe she’d use some of her dad’s money and build a ship when they got back to Earth - she and Pietro could visit the moon, it’d be romantic and epic! For a brief moment, her ADHD addled brain started thinking about all the possible names she could give her ship, liking the Anakin Solo the best for obvious reasons. The Ebon Hawk was a close runner up. ”Yeah, I’d like to grab my shit. No one else gets to have my stuff but me you know?”

The idea that someone else could just keep her things felt a little weird. She had grown up in extreme wealth - her things were always hers, the only times they weren’t were when Pietro would steal them from her, but they were married so it hardly counted. Besides, they needed to grab Pietro’s food supply or he was going to be totally dragging the entire time. He was still looking way too pale for her liking.

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: The Kyln
Skills: N/A

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Runa nodded, in complete agreement with Edus’ assessment. These people really should’ve known how to pilot a craft. On Asgard, it was more or less considered a life skill - like how those on Midgard ensured that everyone knew how to operate a car (although come to think about it, she wasn’t actually sure if Lance even knew). She made a mental note to speak to him about it. Perhaps they could take lessons together - her heart fluttered slightly at the thought. She enjoyed spending time with him on this mission, but they scarcely had any time alone to get to know each other… There was always someone else present on the small ship - and now in this gigantic prison complex.

Runa was slightly surprised that Stark didn’t crash and that they managed to make it to the next zone with ease. She very much had items that she wished to retrieve. ”As would I. If I have to spend another minute in these flimsy prison garbs, I may suffocate.” She hadn’t been wearing Asgardian armor, of course, but she did really like the clothes she had acquired on Midgard. Hot Topic had quickly become her favorite seamstress to visit.

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Runa Johansson

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Location: Hotel Valhalla - Feast Hall of the Slain
Skills: N/A

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Runa had slowly adjusted to life at Hotel Valhalla - and to the idea that her father lived in Valhalla with them. She had gradually started to warm up to those around her, even secretly crushing on one of the Valkyries from afar. The only thing she didn't love about the place was the green shirt most people insisted on wearing. She had tried cutting one up to make it more fashionable, but no matter what she did, it was still an ugly piece of fabric. So instead that morning, Runa wore a white collared top with a studded corset belt, a spiked headband, black skirt, spiked wrist cuffs, fishnet stockings, and black boots. She loved looking like a goth beauty queen whenever possible.

She had heard some of what was going on - it was hard not to. She didn't understand how people could just not come back to life - it was one of the promises of Valhalla, to forever be resurrected within its halls. If something was wrong with the magic here... Runa bit her lip slightly. It couldn't have been revenge from Hel, right? This was Odin's domain - surely he could prevent her from coming in? She made her way with the crowd to the Feast Hall of the Slain, wishing that the room didn't feel so claustrophobic despite its massive size. She spotted her father at the Thane's Table and shyly waved at him, before spotting Nadia and sitting down next to her.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Big House -> Infirmary
Skills: N/A

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Leda was a bit impressed with Kiera's memory - she didn't know if she would have been able to recite Rosie's words so exactly. Prophecies tended to be short and sweet, but even then they could be a bit much for her attention span. She almost would have preferred for them to be delivered via fortune cookie, make them something easier to remember. Or could they just be giving as a string of emojis? That could've been rad. She wouldn't have been surprised if Apollo had already thought about implementing something like that with one of his Oracles. She gave her girlfriend's hand a squeeze, before nodding at Chiron and going from the Big House to the infirmary.

They didn't have any trouble persuading Rosie to go talk to Chiron - the young Oracle was already off and on her way. That then left the two of them, alone together more or less. "Well, we could sneak off to the armory and get you the best gear for the quest before everyone else goes through," Leda suggested. She already had some gear that she liked to use, but she imagined that Kiera could probably use a few upgrades to her armor or weapons. "Or if you're feeling more like taking your mind off of things, the weather around here suddenly seems just right for skinny dipping in the lake."

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Northern Woods
Skills: N/A

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Nancy wished they could have put the gem through a garbage disposal - that would've been one of the best ways to keep it safe and out of all of this, an easy way to invalidate the prophecy she had seen. She didn't want her best friend to fall into the Pit - and she was skeptical of their ability to find the Doors of Death or even get Letus to cooperate with them. However, for Mads, she would do anything. She'd achieve the impossible. She'd scream at the Doors of Death until she lost her voice if that was what it took to open them, until her throat began to bleed from the energy and effort, until she died trying to bring Mads back. "You know I'm ride or die," Nancy chimed in, looking at Mads.

She bit her lip slightly, as Mads asked if she should step down from being a praetor. It was an action Nancy was going to take once this was all over, once the Legion and everyone she cared about was safe, so that way she could join Diana's hunt. "It's up to you," Nancy ultimately said. "I can keep the Legion safe while you're on the quest. I don't need a co-praetor, but if you want to resign, we can hold an election for the next praetor," she then added.