Morose

The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Kirah

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Genosha: July 31st, 2021 - 5:30 AM

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Veil

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Location: Magda Eisenhardt Memorial Housing - Rooftop
Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation, Perception

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"Of course - anything for a hero of Genosha," Elixir said kindly, taking Kristina's hand. "I'm Elixir - or, well, Josh too if we're using our human names." He looked a little bashful, as if he found her cute as well. "Everything feeling good?" he then asked her.

Veil couldn't help but notice the slight romantic connection between the two. They didn't have time for it though. Genosha was being attacked from multiple locations, and while she hadn't heard any updates from the Three-in-One, she had a strong feeling that they were needed elsewhere. She just didn't know where. And then she wanted to kick herself, realizing that with Aurora, they could move pretty much anywhere instantly and know where they were needed. She blushed slightly, feeling strangely vulnerable. "Aurora, would you go see where-" Veil asked.

"Of course," Aurora interjected, before dashing off into the sky.

A few seconds later, Aurora returned. She looked at the foursome. "Magneto needs your aid," she said, before one by one transporting them in the blink of an eye to the ruins of the House of M.

It took Veil a moment to get her bearings, as she felt sick from the rapid travel. It looked like the House of M had collapsed and Magneto was fighting... a cartoon version of a sentinel? Moneta was bleeding out on the ground and she didn't see any sign of anyone else - she hoped that Valkyrie and Andy had made it out okay. She was confident Polaris was fine, Polaris had been through more than most. "Magneto, what's going on here?" Veil asked.

Elixir instantly sprinted over to Moneta, knowing where he, as a healer, was most needed.

Aurora blasted the sentinel with light, whereas Veil noticed something out of the corner of her eye that almost made her heart stop. It looked like a monstrous thing, standing right behind Magneto with a twisted smile. The creature was invisible, so the others could not see it - but she could. "Erik, behind you!"

But Magneto didn't listen, instead turning on Veil and sending a volley of metal blocks at her that she only narrowly managed to shield herself from with a quick force shield.

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Casper

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Location: Hellfire Manor
Skills: Mediumship

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"Uhh... I'm out," the purple skinned kid said, darting for the nearest exit. This was way more than she had bargained for when she just wanted to take revenge on the silver telepath.

Casper's vision began to clear, as his mind expelled Serafina - that or Serafina was so unnerved by the gaggle of ghouls that she lessened her grip. He no longer saw his father in front of him, he no longer saw the confining small space of the mausoleum, but what he did see was almost worst. It was like the ballroom filled with ghosts in the Haunted Mansion ride, only it was real. They were shrieking and screaming, demanding to be looked at, flickering in and out of view rapidly. They were covered in ghastly wounds and blood, enough to make Casper's stomach feel sick. And the noise, oh the noise was deafening, he couldn't even hear Ben as his legs gave out and Casper collapsed to the floor. Blue light was enveloping his body and he was shaking like a leaf, completely unaware of his surroundings - unaware that the ghosts could now touch and hurt the man he loved.

A ghostly axe came down on James' head, his reactive adaption turning his body into an organic steel and the blade shattered. Serafina was repeatedly shot with ghostly bullets, although they did little more than bruise. She looked freaked out though, as she tried to control her foes with her mind - but couldn't. They were beyond her control.

"James, you need to knock out Casper!" Ben urged, his ghostly tentacles grabbing ghosts and flinging them away as best as he could. If he stopped though, one of them would make it to Casper, so he didn't dare try to do it himself.

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Sunshine

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Location: Hellfire Bay - the Mercury -> Roof of Hellfire Manor
Skills: N/A

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Sunshine flinched slightly at Spark Plug's touch. "Why are you saying sorry to me? You should be saying sorry to her - she's the one that's dead!" Sunshine snapped, rising to her feet and gesturing angrily at Waverley's body. She kept on replaying the promise of Genosha in her mind - that they were safe here, that they didn't need to worry about being murdered, that they could relax and live. She didn't know who had sent those monsters, but it didn't matter. She blamed humans for it all the same. One way or another, it was always a flatscan's fault. "We should've killed all the stupid humans, they're the ones who did this, they're the ones who should be dead instead of her!"

"C'mon, Sun, we'll go kill the rest of these assholes," Marrow said encouragingly. At Echo's words, the Mercury began to vibrate and then it shot off, heading in the direction of Hellfire Manor, as if the craft could sense exactly where it was needed to go. In a matter of seconds, the craft descended on top of the Manor and from below, there was the sound of ghastly wails and shrieks. They could see a group of mutants who had evacuated the Manor, staring at the main entrance as if anticipating some sort of monster to emerge.

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Akademos...

"Is... is it safe now?" Rain Boy asked timidly, his eyes wide. The other students looked similarly freaked out, most of them having never witnessing violence like that before. They were used to humans trying to kill them, but not people who might as well have been other mutants. It was difficult to tell how Cosmar was doing, with how distorted her body was, but Glob was jiggling slightly from fear.

"...I like your horse," one student, with antlers coming out of her head, said somewhat timidly, looking at the pegasus in awe.

Blackstone...

Pixie hesitated, not wanting to share her own trauma, trauma that had come at the hand of someone she trusted, a Russian mutant sorceress. She didn't notice the way Selene was watching her and Max intently, as if dying to know the explanation herself. Pixie then nodded, before a similar weapon appeared in her own hand, a dagger surrounded by glowing light. "It's part of your soul, Max. But as long as you have the bloodstones, it should be okay... It'd be really bad if you didn't..." There was a ruby gem in the hilt of Pixie's dagger - but Max had no such stones.

"The Frost Sisters are silent," Selene said. She looked at the bodies of the Coven. Only a few others beyond Max and Pixie had survived. Her face fell. "We ought to aid them, if you all are ready for another battle. I won't ask you to risk your lives again today. With the false supreme's power, I can handle this threat myself and spare you the cost."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Andromedai

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EARTH 257 - 10:10 AM Nov. 13th, 2021 - Metro, the Iron

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Oliver's blade sliced cleanly through Hayward's skin, something that would have been impossible for their universe's Cass, thanks to her dermal armor. It seemed Hayward's mutant powers - if any - were remarkably different. Bizarrely, she didn't seem to feel any pain or cry out. In fact, the wound started to glow orange and then a deep red, as if the blood had turned into lava. The strange blood-lava substance extended outwards, taking on the shape of an arm, and then gradually became solid, as muscles and veins and whatnot took their place, finally ending with a fresh layer of skin. "I don't need to reattach it. Gotta love Extremis."

"...Since when could you do that?" Amelia asked, positively gobsmacked. She looked over at Cass for some sort of explanation, but instead Cass looked like she was in the middle of a mental breakdown. Sparky had been shot and Raynor was motionless on the ground. They were barely making any headway in this fight - Amelia didn't want to be a pessimist, but they were losing, badly. The only people making any real progress were Maria and Flynn, but there were still so many members of the Iron Legion to deal with.

Bonnie had been thrown into the wall of the train car, so she was hardly any help at the moment to Sparky - or anyone, really. The necklace she had acquired during her trip to Seattle felt white hot against her skin, but she didn't have the awareness to really think about it. Her head was ringing and she was completely dazed and disoriented, with no idea of what was going on - the very ideas of time and space were eluding her. She was hardly more coherent than Raynor and he was seemingly unconscious, if not just paralyzed.

A horrible feeling was growing in Amelia's stomach. She tried to push through it, to blow back Iron Legion members with a gust of air, but instead Amelia took five repulsor blasts to the chest. The last thing she knew was the smell of burnt hair - her own hair, maybe? - before darkness overcame her, as she fell to the ground unconscious. The Secret Warriors were horribly outnumbered and outmatched. Any efforts to move Sparky would kill her, but if they didn't get her medical attention right then and there, she would die.

"You're a medic?" Hayward said with a snort. "If that's the case and you just want to help, stand down, all of you. I can bring you in warm or I can bring you in cold." She had her repulsors aimed at Sparky, threatening the others to comply. She had three Iron Legion members left with her, all of them targeting those still standing. Hayward knew that even if they lost, Sparky would die - and she was fine with that outcome, no matter what HQ said.

What If?

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Jade Cornish

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It was slightly anticlimatic how they had to walk for a while before they could even enter the city. Jade had put on her gas mask already as a precaution. She knew that it prevented Thalia and Edus from seeing her award winning smile, but fortunately the mask didn't cover her eyes, so they could see her world famous eye rolls instead. Case in point, her ever so slight smirk at Thalia's question was completely obscured. She already knew what Edus' profile was, largely because she had been involved in planning this mission from the start. "He's a witch with extra backstory," Jade then summarized once Edus had finished speaking.

She had met plenty of witches in her lifetime, ever since the strange events in Altsoba. For instance, she knew that one use of a victim's hair could afflict them with a rhyming curse. She couldn't recall other uses off the top of her head, at least nothing nefarious, and she didn't want to seem outwardly untrusting of Edus. "Sure, but I'd like for you to swear a blood oath or something that that'll be its only use," Jade requested. "I'm being serious, in case that wasn't obvious." Thinking on it more, she actually didn't care if Edus and Thalia knew that she didn't have complete trust in them. She didn't have complete trust in anyone but herself. It made life simpler.

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Guinevere Stark

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Guin raised an eyebrow, looking around the building as its foundations were shaken by the earthquakes. If nothing too serious happened, the building would stand for an hour, maybe two she guessed, eyeing some cracks already appearing in the support structures. But with their luck, the battle outside would topple the building in minutes. She was going to disagree with Carolina and advise that they split up to cover more ground quickly, but arguing about it was only going to take up more time than they'd save. "Let's hurry, then. I want to die but not like this," Guin said - it wasn't clear if she was joking or not.

Lance had opened up one door and poked his head inside, clearly not seeing anything interesting, so Guin went ahead and opened up the next door. She quickly plugged her nose and covered her mouth with one hand, fighting the urge to gag. She had found what looked like an office, but that wasn't what had given her such a wild aversion. No, there was a rotting corpse in the corner. It wasn't at all fresh and the entire room smelled like death. Guin physically staggered backwards. "Someone needs to use some fucking deodorant," she quipped. The room was clear otherwise, void of a living soul.

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Runa Johansson

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Location: Hotel Valhalla
Skills: N/A

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Runa nodded slightly, relieved to see that the elevator doors had opened up - and doing her best not to imagine them closing at any moment, slicing her in half as she tried to escape. "I know, I know, I'm going," Runa mumbled, her cheeks turning slightly red with the realization that Arnora was waiting on her. The more terrifying thing about where she was going was that Runa could hear the growls of the wolf and she could see one in the hallway too. But she couldn't stay in the elevator. Runa began the process of climbing on out, her shirt getting snagged on the edge and tearing in the process, as she emerged into the hallway.

The wolf was dead by the time she got up there. She didn't hear any more howling, so it seemed that the danger had passed. A part of her felt more embarrassed that she had just been cowering in the elevator while others were brave and able to fight the beasts. And another part of her felt sad that such intelligent creatures had been slain. She didn't know what they should do next - taking the elevators at all seemed risky and they were almost at their original destination, doubling back to tell Balder about the wolves seemed pointless.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Arena -> Dining Pavilion -> Arena
Skills: Superspeed

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Leda honestly didn't know much about the process of becoming praetor, but knowing the Romans, it probably involved at least ten interviews, fifteen thousand letters of recommendation, and probably a fair bit of nepotism. Survival skills fell somewhere in one of those areas, right? Rather than ponder this aloud, Leda nodded encouragingly, trying to back up the reassurance that Kiera was giving the kids. It was fine to lie to them as long as it made them feel better, Leda had already determined this, so was it that much more of a stretch to agree on the survival skills of someone she barely knew? There unfortunately hadn't been very many more Real Housewives of New Rome scenes happening when Leda was around to watch.

"On it, be back in a flash," Leda said, kissing Kiera on the cheek and then darting off at superspeed, turning into a rainbow blur to anyone who happened to be watching. She hit the dining pavilion first, figuring that it was most likely to have some snacks laying around, and she was in luck. There were some Oreos, Doritos, and Cheetohs sitting out unfinished. Leda scooped them up and then zoomed on back to the arena, coming to a halt in front of Andy, Arthur, and Kiera. "Junk food has arrived," she announced, setting down the items. "Dig in."

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Senate Tent
Skills: N/A

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Nancy guessed what Madalyne wanted to talk to them about - probably something to do with the potentially fatal quest they had all just approved to send Mads on. Nancy's throat felt dry. She didn't want to talk about this. Talking about it would only make it real, would only force her to confront the fact that this could be the last time she'd see her best friend. Mads could die before Apollo would even get around to finding a cure for her condition. She could die and be forced to wade through the Pit to reform on Earth as a monster.

While the rest of the Senate left, Nancy stayed behind with her friends. She tilted her head slightly as Mads pushed a small box towards them, opening it up to reveal necklaces with what Nancy assumed was a small sample of Mads' blood. "This is scary grody, but cool," Nancy admitted, picking up one necklace and then putting it on. "You're going to be fine. It's all going to work out," she said. Nancy didn't know if she was reassuring Mads or herself.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: Nearing Baldur's Hall
Skills: N/A

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Runa nodded, agreeing with Mary's statement. Her father's halls really were beautiful, largely thanks to the expertise of her mother. Nanna could have been the Goddess of Interior Decorating in addition to Joy and Peace. Runa was somewhat distracted though, namely by the appearance of more red mist, swirling chaotically around them. She arched an eyebrow as the fog dissipated quickly, revealing her brother. Her eyes darted over towards Marygold. She had already more or less come to the conclusion that her brother was involved in all of this - and she wanted to protect him, just as much as she wanted to stop him.

If she could convince him in private to stop, she could help him get rid of the evidence and prevent him from having to go on trial in his own court. He probably didn't even realize what he was doing - he was noble and just, he was the very best of Asgard, he wasn't one to throw around destruction and ruin. "It has not been so long since I have left, brother," Runa reminded him. To an Asgardian, the entire lifespan of a Midgardian was the blink of an eye. "This is my brother, Forseti, God of Justice and Reconciliation," she said, making introductions. She left out the fact that her brother was also the God of Retribution. "Brother, this is Marygold of Midgard - a warrior and a friend."

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Guin Stark

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Location: the Palace
Skills: Telepathy

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"We don't have nearly enough alcohol for this to be a party," Guin pointed out, glad to see some more familiar faces - especially ones who were able to throw werewolves around like rag dolls. Unfortunately, the werewolf was pretty durable (and still wearing armor, a point that made Guin jealous, as she would have loved to have her armor on her at the moment). Edus (whose name Guin snickered every time she recalled that it rhymed with a certain part of male anatomy) did his magic, surrounding the werewolf with a bubble. She raised an eyebrow as the werewolf fought back, pounding against the bubble cage, and cracks appeared. Before she could let out another quip however, a beam of red light shot out, accompanying a massive shockwave.

And then Guin couldn't see a single thing.

She couldn't hear anything.

She couldn't feel anything.

She couldn't smell anything.

She couldn't taste anything.

She had heard about sensory deprivation chambers, largely from some of her old schoolmates' parents insisting on their health benefits. She had always thought that the concept was stupid - now she realized it was terrifying. "What...." Guin didn't know if she had actually said anything. She didn't know if she had screamed or whispered. She didn't know if there was anyone there with her or if she was all alone in this void. For all she knew, she could've somehow fallen off of Asgard. Maybe she was dead.

She tried to force herself to take a deep breath, but she had no idea if she did. She didn't know anything her body was doing. That raw fear and anxiety drove her, as she scrambled with a way out of this situation. She vaguely knew that telepaths could project their minds out of their bodies, taking on astral forms - almost like Carolina could. It was one way to know where she was - to test if this void was really it. Guin concentrated, doing her best to focus the totality of her telepathic powers, and it worked.

She stepped outside of her body, appearing like a lightly glowing purple hologram more or less to everyone else. Guin's anxiety faded for a moment. She could see her body, still on Asgard, still in the Throne Room. Her anxiety then spiked. What was wrong with her senses??? "Hey everyone, not to be alarming, buuut it seems like my body decided to just crash. Like I can't see or hear or feel or sense anything. If there's a magic cure for that, that would be aweesome and would help stave off my inevitable panic attack. If not, I'll just... go tell Obi Wan Kenobi he's my only hope?"

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Megan Pendragon

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Location: Atlantica
Skills: N/A

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Megan nodded, appreciating that Hansel was willing to help keep watch. It comforted her to know that he had similar moralities to her - namely, that they both agreed that human trafficking was bad regardless of the location. Sierra had a heart of gold as well. She probably had the best moral compass of everyone present. Megan never really had spent much time thinking about morality before, largely because she had immersed herself in her studies and then her work. There were surprisingly few moral considerations needed when conducting autopsies. "I've got this," she told Sierra, before drawing excalibur from its sheath.

She gave the padlock of the cage a good whack with her sword and it broke open, allowing the captives to be freed. Megan repeated this process until all of the cages were open, in total freeing roughly twenty or so people. Some of them looked like mermaids and another one looked a lot like Princess Belle - the one who was really into bestiality. She spotted a nearby crate and it gave her somewhat of a funny feeling. Megan popped it open to reveal a suit of armor and she recognized the crest - it was the symbol of King Arthur and Camelot. Her fingers shook slightly as she stared at it, uncertain of what to name the strange feeling that had overtaken her. It was some odd mixture of fear, regret, and certainty.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Andromedai

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EARTH 257 - 10:00 AM Nov. 13th, 2021 - Metro, the Iron

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"Did you really just punch pure adamantium?" Hayward asked, perplexed with Cass' actions. "Your brain must not've formed properly in the tube. Also, what's with the fake accent?" she then added. This was all a game to her. She was going to toy with them until it wasn't fun anymore and then she'd just throw them away. She truly believed that there was nothing they could do to fight her. Hayward threw a punch at Cass, but Cass would manage to block it.

"No problem, fam! Do you got more of those special arrows?" Amelia asked Maria. It seemed to really be the only way to fight these people - that and Flynn apparently just roasting one of them. It gave her a newfound appreciation for every villain who managed to go toe to toe with Iron Man, this was hard. Niah had managed to pick up one of the missed EMP arrows, leaving two left, and she stabbed it into one of the Iron Legion's suits, shutting it down and turning it into a paperweight. In total, there were six Legionnaires left. Matt would be able to put pressure on Sparky's wound.

Bonnie's eyes widened, seeing the bullet ricochet and hit Sparky. "Don't fire any more bullets, they're bulletproof!" she quickly warned the rest of the team. They were in such a small space it was a miracle stray fire hadn't been an issue so far. Matt and Celestine were responding to Sparky, they didn't need a third person crowding her. Bonnie took a move from Niah's playbook, dashing and picking up one of the EMP arrows, and then stabbing it into one of the Iron Legion members, taking them down.

Raynor, if he had been able to talk, would've been screaming. Intense light began to radiate off of his body. Anyone who looked at him for more than a few seconds would've gone blind. The light continued to increase as the temperature in the train car started to rise steadily, as if a small sun had began to burn around them. The Iron Legionnaires were blinded as Raynor slashed and stabbed with his knife, the Asgardian metal cutting through their armor as he behaved more like an animal than a man.

Raynor jumped onto the next member of the Iron Legion, just stabbing them repeatedly. It wasn't about efficiency. It was about pure revenge. Goodness knew what he was going to do to Matt when he was done gutting everyone he possibly could. But the Iron Legionnaires weren't stupid - they weren't about to just be easily overwhelmed. The second one Raynor attacked managed to inject him with something, and suddenly, the entire world was just a blur of colors. Raynor collapsed to the ground, barely breathing.

Legionnaires started firing off repulsor blasts, one of them hitting Bonnie and sending her flying backwards. An ordinary human would've been killed as Bonnie's head slammed into the corner of a train seat. Miraculously, she survived - just with a significant head wound. Athena's blessing was still powering her, even in this universe - a fact that Bonnie was barely coherent enough to acknowledge.

"Oh this is not good, we're so fucked," Amelia murmured, knocking the Iron Legionnaires down over and over again with blasts of air, but air could only do so much to hurt people wearing Iron Man suits. They needed a new strategy to turn the tide and soon.

The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Kirah

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Genosha: July 31st, 2021 - 5:20 AM

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Veil

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Location: Magda Eisenhardt Memorial Housing - Rooftop
Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation

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"We'll have to get James - I guess, any healer, really," Veil decided. "I think it's too dangerous to move you, we'd end up making things worse..." she bit her lip. She wasn't used to having only a limited knowledge of where her team was. She didn't know where James was at the moment - and she didn't know if there even were any healing mutants available on the island at the moment to help Kristina. At least in the Mutant Underground, even with their limited resources, she had been in control of every situation - she knew where everyone was and could strategize around it. But now, she felt almost as helpless as Kristina - stuck in place, uncertain as to whether or not she could make a move without making things worse.

"I'll go find someone," Aurora said, before running and leaping into the air faster than the eye could see, effectively vanishing.

Veil nodded slightly, again feeling vulnerable and out of her depth, just waiting for an (admittedly gorgeous and powerful) woman she didn't know to save Kristina's life. Fortunately, there was then a blur as Aurora re-appeared, carrying someone with her. "Elixir here is going to heal you, ma petite," Aurora said. Elixir had pure golden skin and wore what looked like an X-Men uniform, as he crouched on down next to Kristina. He concentrated and slowly but surely, her body began to stitch itself back together, repairing her injuries.

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Casper

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Location: Hellfire Manor
Skills: Mediumship

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At first, it looked like the majority of the mutants had listened to James - they were leaving the manor, going to find somewhere safe on the island to hide. One of them though, a short girl with purple skin and spikes instead of hair, was staring at Serafina/Ben as if mesmerized. She then raised her hand and pointed at Serafina. "No more," the girl whispered. Like ink, darkness rushed out of her finger, enveloping Serafina/Ben. The ink then exploded, as Ben fell out of Serafina.

Serafina was unhinged and unleashed. Her anger was directed first at James, as she knew he was the one with the brains. She delved into his mind and smashed everything that she could, determined to break him - and in some ways, she did. She then turned on Casper, and Casper screamed, backing away until his back hit the wall. He wasn't seeing what everyone else saw.

He was trapped inside of a mausoleum, the only living figure he could see was a man, seated in a wheelchair, with a strange blue and silver helmet obscuring his face - a Cerebro unit. The man had his hand outstretched, trying to comfort Casper, but when he opened to speak, his tongue was forked. Casper screamed for his mother.

And in the real world, Casper's powers went into a horrific meltdown, as not just Ben but dozens of ghosts popped into being, all of them channeled and tangible, confused and wailing, begging for others to feel their pain. They circled James and Serafina like vultures.

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Sunshine

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Location: Hellfire Bay - the Mercury
Skills: N/A

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Marrow spat blood at the floor of the Mercury. "Just peachy," she said. She flexed her arms and more bone spikes sprouted, as she weaponized her body once more. The singing dupes were doing a number on the clones and Marrow joined into the fray, hacking and slashing and killing as many as she could. Eventually, she got lucky - she killed the original and the rest of the clones suddenly became lifeless, dropping to the ground. The Mercury's top was ever so slightly curved and the clones slowly slid off, before falling into the waters below with a series of splashes.

Sunshine took a breath. They had won, but it didn't feel like that. She felt empty and scared and angry and sad all at once - she didn't feel happy. She crumbled down to her knees, taking another deep breath, before she couldn't help it anymore and she let out a heartbreaking wail. Tears ran thickly down her face and she didn't know what she could do beyond just feel. Genosha was supposed to be a safe place. It was supposed to be somewhere they didn't have to worry about being hunted. She had told Waverley she was safe there.

Her best friend had died.

Marrow gingerly approached her wife, putting a somewhat bloodied arm around her and holding her close as Sunshine cried.

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Akademos...

Smokey could feel it in her bones(?) - she wasn't going to win this fight. But it didn't matter to her if she survived. If she didn't return, the Vault would make someone to replace her - someone better to fight off these halfbreed mutants. Her eyes locked on Zarina, before Smokey charged at her, going straight through Zarina. In that moment, Zarina would have a splitting headache and her body would feel as cold as ice, as if she had been violated on some deep, spiritual level. Smokey continued on through, passing through Andy as well, and Andy would have a similar experience.

What had Smokey done to them - what trick had befallen our heroes?

House of M...

The figure didn't speak, merely raising their hat as if in greeting to Miranda, before they vanished. She would sense that they were still there, merely invisible, watching eagerly. There had to be something more to their plan, right? Were they just planning on jump scaring her the entire time? What was the end game?

The rubble then began to move, as metal creaked and groaned, supernaturally propelled up into the air - and suddenly, a field of metal shards flew at Miranda. Magneto's face was obscured in shadows, giving him an almost demonic visage. "You killed my daughter. You killed Anya. You will pay for your sins with blood!" Magneto shouted.

Blackstone...

"Max..." Pixie whispered, her eyes growing wide. Something shimmering had appeared in Max's hand, growing larger with every minute until it was a tall, occult staff. It was blindingly bright and seemingly made of pure magical energy. She recognized what it was, as she had something similar herself. She had a souldagger, thanks to a series of unfortunate events that had happened to her. "What did you do to yourself?" she asked, tears in her eyes.

Selene created a magical whip of sorts, lashing it out and wrapping it around Cripta's tentacles. Her eyes glowed a strange dark black as she began to feed, sapping away at his magical power, and leaving Cripta vulnerable to an attack - perhaps one with a newly formed weapon...

What If?

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Jade Cornish

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Jade snorted, hearing what Congress' plan was to handle Magneto. She was surprised they had even managed to come to an agreement on a course of action in just over a year. Of course, she wasn't really surprised that their great idea was nuking New York City to rid themselves of Magneto. Either they were stupid or just blinded by their own sense of immortality and the notion that nothing bad could ever happen to them. This was exactly why Jade was going into the city to try to stop Magneto, even if it killed her. There were innocents in New York - kids - who could be caught in the crossfire. But now, it wasn't just the damage to one city that they had to consider.

Jade took the list, her eyes briefly flashing over the faces, before she folded the list up and pocketed it. "Yeah, let's go. Alex, if I die, don't bother recovering my body," she then added, looking at Jakobsen. She didn't care what happened to her body when she was gone. She had died once before anyways, so the idea of death wasn't as frightening as it might have been to someone else. Yes, she had done to hell, but that didn't bother her much either. She probably deserved it.

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Guinevere Stark

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"Oh, me? I'm fantastic," Guin told Cass, forcing a smile. She knew that she likely needed serious therapy - that and medication. If it hadn't been for the X-Men, she probably would've been using drugs to cope with everything that was going on in her life - or rather, the loss of what had been in her life. She hadn't had the best relationship with her father, but they had been getting closer - and now he was dead and Guin could only blame herself for it. She should've asked for the Avengers to help. She shouldn't have blindly gone along with the plan to have a new team handle a threat of that scale.

Ironically, she was still doing that - she was still counting that they could stop Magneto. The only difference was, Guin didn't have anyone to lose anymore that wouldn't be doing the same exact thing. She didn't even care if she died, as long as Magneto bled. The ground shook and an explosion pierced the air. "They have to run out of buildings to blow up at some point, right?" Guin muttered. "It's not like Magnet Brain's got a construction crew going around building new ones for him to destroy."

There were seven assholes apparently responsible for this explosion. Guin wondered why Mary even asked who was going to go where - they pretty much regularly knew who was going in which group. Case in point, Guin was going to be with Carolina and Lance, the others who struggled with actually being able to effectively fight. "I'm with you too, Lando."