Morose

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: The Kyln
Skills: N/A

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"I know that, Mare, that's why I said we couldn't do it," Guin pointed out, rolling her eyes slightly. She wasn't a psychopath - she knew more than a fair number of people who would have been all too happy to blow the place up and kill everyone in the process, but that wasn't her. She had heroism (not heroin) in her veins. She took Pietro's hand and tugged him on out of the place, heading down the hallway and emerging into the hangar. Guin whistled appreciatively at the ship the Guardians were in front of - Klara's wasn't bad, but it lacked presentation. What would you think about getting a ship like that and living in it? Like all the time? Guin asked.

I don't want to stay in space forever thooooough. I like being on solid ground, there isn't enough room to run around in on a spaceship.

Maybe I live in the spaceship then?

No living in a spaceship.

Fine, where do you wanna live then? And don't say the suburbs!

I don't care, just somewhere that is on the solid ground of a planet.

... Does it have to be Earth? Because Mars would be pretty dope.

Preferably on Earth.

Laaaaaame. Maybe Los Angeles. That'd be fun. There'd be plenty of stupid rich people for you to steal from.

Hmm maybe.

Guin gave him a quick kiss, clearly feeling way better as they got onto Klara's ship. It seemed vaguely familiar to her, but she couldn't remember where she had seen something like it before. At least the annoying raccoon was gone - that was a blessing. She hadn't appreciated the threats to her supremacy as the techie/genius of the group. Once on board, Guin strapped herself in, and was super glad for that with the way Klara was flying. "I think your confusing af flying is totally helping!" Guin shouted obnoxiously.

Once things stabilized though, she undid the safety straps - just in time to hear a crate knock over. A small part of her had expected it to somehow be Mr. Dibbles, that Pietro had somehow smuggled the turtle to space. Instead, it was the most adorable little lemur thing she had ever seen. "Awww, what a cutie pie!" She knelt down next to it and the lemur was showing her its belly, clearly wanting pets - so Guin obliged, petting it. "Oh, I love you so so much - just don't tell Pietro, he might get jealous of how adorable you are!" The little guy was rolling around, grabbing onto Guin's hand and definitely wanting more pets.

"...Wow rude Guina, why do you think I'd be jealous of lemur?"

"Shhh, don't listen to him, Amidala," Guin whispered.

"Wow you are so mean to me Guina."

Guin stood up, turned, and gave Pietro a long kiss. "Better?"

"Yup."

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: The Kyln
Skills: Asgardian Magic

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Runa paused for a moment, considering whether or not to lie to Lance. Unfortunately, lying was second nature to her. "I'm fine, thank you," Runa lied, giving Lance a slight smile. She didn't want to trouble him with her problems - and saying her fears aloud would only give them more power. It would make them more real, something she desperately wanted to avoid. What was a goddess with no magic, with no gifts, no skills? She would be worse than despised and feared - she'd be worthless, useless, a cosmic mistake. Her heart broke slightly as she internalized those ideas and feelings. She was silent as they made their way to the hangar, as Klara welcomed them onto the ship and they said farewell to the Guardians, as Klara flew them out of range of the Kyln's weapons.

On the ship, Runa found a space for herself. She sat on the floor with her legs crossed and took a deep breath. She could start with a small, simple spell as a test for herself, to see how bad the problem with her powers was. It was such a small spell, it didn't need words or anything fancy - the empty space in her hands shimmered and an apple appeared. She decided to take things up a notch, going from conjuration to transfiguration - and she turned the apple into a rabbit (read: raccoon). The 'rabbit' scurried off, headed straight for her cousin Klara.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Armory
Skills: N/A

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Leda tilted her head at the armor Kiera had found. It wasn't really her taste - namely since it was barely better than boob armor. "If you aren't a fan of your limbs, then it's great luv," she said sarcastically. "I do like the tiara. That part's dope. The rest just seems a bit more like it's for being sexy than staying alive." They were going on a dangerous quest after all with an ominous prophecy - she didn't want to see Kiera die because her shoulders were bare during a fight. She smirked a bit at Kiera's offer to try it on in front of her. "Sure, but that's proving my point luv - this armor is for sex, not fighting. Although I guess to some people those are the same thing, innit?"

Of course, Leda was being a bit picky - a lot of Greek armor was designed like that, where the limbs were relatively unprotected. She supposed that it was better for freedom of movement, which she was a fan of as a speedster, but still - the thought of Kiera getting stabbed in the arm or something with a poisoned dagger made her nervous. She wanted to put a full suit of armor around her girlfriend and keep her safe - even if it wasn't nearly as sexy.

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Northern Woods -> Roman Side of Camp
Skills: N/A

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Nancy nodded, hearing what Niah said - it would've been so neat and tidy for Niah to become praetor, and she would have loved to leave New Rome in hands that she trusted... but she couldn't deny what Niah wanted. Being a praetor was incredibly hard and unpopular, especially since it meant having to deal with Leandra on a daily basis. But more than that, she understood how Niah felt about this entire situation - things didn't necessarily look good. They seemed rather grim. Her best friend, Mads, could die... The physician's cure wasn't even guaranteed to help... And with everything going on with the gods, the future looked grim at best. "I don't know if we'll all be okay at the end - and I don't know if we'll be together either," Nancy admitted.

She was going to leave and join the Hunt at the end of all of this after all. "But... We're okay now. And we're together now," she finished. She didn't know how much the sentiment would help. She smiled slightly as Joanie started trying to eat her hair. "Aww, babes, do you need to eat a brand new camper?" she said softly, before giving Joanie from scritches. She paused though, seeing Leandra sneaking out of her and Mads' tend. "... Or how about a grade A bitch?"

🌠 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 hardly looked convinced - even if her brother wasn't physically drained, he was no doubt mentally exhausted. She didn't mean that he was stupid or anything (although he was the dumb sibling in her opinion), but rather a lot had happened. He had been kidnapped by his father and discovered that he had magical abilities. Even Megan wished that she could spend some calming moments in the morgue, smelling the embalming fluid - no other place in the world was quite so serene. She missed the familiar weight of the bone saw in her hands. The morgue was her temple, her sanctuary - her kingdom, really.

She turned her head as Merlin said it would be a few days before all of the parents were assembled. A sense of dread filled her, one that she didn't understand. She shouldn't have cared about her bio parents showing up - they didn't mean anything to her. They had given birth to her and raised her in her early years, but she didn't remember them. And they didn't know her - the person she had once been was gone, each cell replaced, each memory overwritten with something new. Her eyes then drifted over towards her brother. His meeting with his father had been less than pleasant.

The Gifted - Concluded

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

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Genosha: July 15th, 2021 - 2:20 PM

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Veil, Casper, and Sunshine

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Location: Magda Eisenhardt Memorial Housing - Mutant Underground Apartment
Skills: Mediumship

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Veil tensed ever so slightly as Max began flexing his powers, creating the magical barrier to protect all of them. It was an involuntary reaction, purely born out of witnessing previous attempts where Max tried to push his powers too far. She had known a lot of mutants like him over the years, those who set their sights on huge impossible feats and could never master the little things - the little things that really made all the difference when it came to life and death. But... maybe that wasn't something they needed to worry about here. Maybe this was a place where it was okay for Max to be a little extra when it came to expressing his powers - a place where powers didn't have to be treated as weapons and assets.

"Why would they spy on us?" Sunshine asked defensively. "This isn't a place ran by stupid flatscans - we're free here, no one's going to spy on us, no one's going to hurt us. I get it, you all just got here, but I promise, this is the good place," she argued. "If they wanted to hurt us, we'd be dead already. So, there." She hadn't seemed very phased by Max's little explosion - if anything, it looked like his mini fit had made her nostalgic.

"Oww, can we keep the volume down? My ears feel like virgins after being on ice for so long," Casper complained, sticking his fingers in his ears for dramatic effect - even though it meant he had to let go of James' hand temporarily. "Ooo, I wonder what else of me feels like a virgin..."

"Casper," Ben groaned.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Ben, I clearly meant my asshole!"

"... How is that any different than what I didn't want you to say?" Ben asked, confused and a little grossed out by all of this - it was definite TMI.

"I thought you were thinking about my dick," Casper explained.

"... Just stop it!"

Veil wasn't sure whether to laugh, cry, or sigh - Casper was a lot pretty much all of the time and it was beginning to dawn on her how very ~go with the flow~ he was. He pretty much just coasted through life, letting himself end up in weird new situations without a lot of conscious choice. It made sense to her that he was so ready to accept Genosha - he already had accepted other things, like even the Mutant Underground. Her attention shifted to her brother and his words - they felt like a brand. They brought up a deep sense of shame, as if he had been speaking directly to her, rather than everyone else.

"You also have me, asshole," Sunshine pointed out to Echo, irritated he had focused on the guys and not included her.

"Yeah, because when I look at you, Plague Doctor, I feel so fucking reassured," Havok muttered. "Also, what do we even know about you?" he added, staring at Jack. "Or even you?" he said, turning his gaze to James. "We barely knew either of you before all of this. And now, who even knows if you're still the same - or if you've become as fucked up and twisted as the rest of the Hellfire Club."

"... I like the exploring idea," Casper chimed in, supporting his beau as always.

Sunshine snapped her fingers after what Andy said - not in a mean way, more of a signal for going 'yass bae' more or less.

" ... Okay. I'm fine with staying for a little bit - goodness knows we all could use a break," Veil admitted. "Havok, if you --"

Havok cut Veil off. "I'll stay - if only to prove to you that this place isn't paradise, it's hell."

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Magneto was off with the Quiet Council, attending to matters of state. However, that didn't mean that Miranda had the place to herself. There was another person who lived at the House of M - Lorna Dane aka Polaris, Magneto's daughter. Lorna was wearing a green and black dress with an X motif. Her green hair had grown out to be long, rather than the short cropped look she had gone for before. She hesitated a moment, before walking right up to Miranda, a bit of fear in her face. "Miranda... I need your help..." Polaris admitted.

"... I'm late..."

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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The dolphin reappeared by Maria, staring at her as if trying to communicate a very important message, before swimming off in the hopes that Maria would follow. If Maria did choose to follow the dolphin, she'd find a small lifeboat with Flynn, the Invisible Woman, and Tony Stark. Tony was coughing up water, barely managing to clear his airways, and his arc reactor was struggling to keep on going. "Well, that went somehow even worse than I had expected," he commented.

"Also, what's with the dolphin? I'm not Doctor Doolittle."

Sue Storm rolled her eyes slightly. "We need to focus on finding the others, not making jokes," she scolded Tony. Unfortunately with the baby and the fall she had taken, it wasn't really safe for her to jump into the water to do search and rescue - Tony had a similar medical ailment that eliminated him.

Worryingly though, Captain Marvel wasn't breathing...

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Pennsylvania Avenue: Washington D.C.: 12:40 P.M.

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Raynor groaned, slowly coming back to consciousness inside of the Oval Office. His eyes were a little bit crossed and he looked incredibly out of it. Asgardians didn't normally look like that - they tended to be incredibly strong, able to take a good punch or two. For Raynor to be in this condition, either the skrulls were incredibly strong (true) or Raynor still hadn't fully recovered from his near death experience (also true). "Pappa..." Raynor murmured, his eyes not really interpreting reality correctly as he gazed at the electric light fixtures.

Those close to Raynor would know that him saying pappa likely was an indicator of a concussion - or something worse. His father was dead. He had blown up at the Christmas Party over it, still bearing a grudge towards the Norns as they had promised his father would be restored to life after Ragnarok, that Baldur would come back to the land of the living and rule Asgard in a new age... but that never happened. His father remained dead. And Asgard (a people, not a place) was transformed into something else entirely.

Fortunately, Bonnie's medical expertise meant she recognized a nasty concussion - even when her patient wasn't human. The President returned with the Vice President, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She didn't like having more unknown variables - and somehow, it unnerved her even more, seeing the VP be quietly taken to the back of the room while having a panic attack. She couldn't help but wonder how much of it was real - and how much was just an act.

"I've got him," Bonnie said, heading over to Cass and Matt. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, switching on the flashlight mode. "Raynor, I'm going to check your pupillary light reflex. Focus on my nose, okay?" she instructed, before shining the flashlight into Raynor's eyes. She moved the light back and forth, noting his response. "You have a grade 4 concussion. If you were human, you'd have to take a leave of absence for a few weeks... But I'm sure as an Asgardian that time might actually be shorter."

Raynor didn't seem to really focus too much, before suddenly leaning forward and vomiting onto the carpet, narrowly missing Bonnie's feet.

Amelia had to quickly look away - she was one of those people who vomited when she saw others vomit. But she couldn't help herself - she rushed forward to the trash can and promptly threw up. "Oh, god, so sorry about that - it's just a thing, when I see other people get sick, I tend to get sick," she apologized, her cheeks bright red from embarrassment. She hadn't wanted to puke in the Oval Office - although the room looked like it had seen better days, with all the chaos that had gone on. "We, uh, we gotta get rid of them right?" Amelia asked, gesturing at the skrulls on the ground.

Bonnie nodded. "Thanks Sparks," she said over the comms. "Oliver, do you mind using your speed to stash these bodies elsewhere?" Bonnie requested.

"I can do the radioing?" Amelia offered.

"No offense, Baptiste, but I think your voice is too cheery for a Secret Service agent who just watched Captain America attack the President," Bonnie pointed out. Amelia's smile faded slightly - she had just wanted to contribute.

"... Do you have a plan, Alex?" Ricky asked, still shaking and looking incredibly pale.

🌳 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.