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Current Two 4+ year long RPs completed within 20 days of each other - now THAT'S what we're talking about!
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Congratulations to the cast of the Gifted, we just finished our RP after almost four years! Excelsior!
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It's official - accepted an offer and I am going to grad school next year! :) #DrMorose
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Congratulations to the Gifted for hitting 500 IC posts and to Darke Magyk for completing the RP! Excelsior!
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I graduated from college today~
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Pronouns: She/Hers
Languages: English, French
Current Bio Theme: Beelzebub / Good Omens
Previous Bio Themes: Lorna Dane; Sylvie Laufeydattir; Ahsoka Tano; Harley Quinn; Mood Board / Wanda Maximoff; Bernadette Rostenkowski; Fiona Goode; Sally; Scott Lang; Felicity Smoak; Nico Minoru; The Frost Triplets; Gertrude Yorkes; Violet Harmond; Clint Barton; Lorna Dane; Selesia Upitiria; James March; Tony Stark; Olivia Moore; Harley Quinn

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Runa Johansson

Location: Hotel Valhalla
Skills: N/A

Loki's plan didn't make sense to Runa - if he was so powerful that he could do this while imprisoned in that cave, why did he need a distraction at all? She wasn't sure if any gods beyond Balder were looking into this matter too, so hopefully Odin had some valkyries stationed to stop Loki or something. Still, she knew so little about this world that Runa didn't feel like voicing these concerns - she didn't doubt that Loki was clever and tricky, he probably knew what he was doing, even if it wasn't obvious to her. But hopefully since it was just them trapped in this room, things would be okay. They couldn't be the only competent people in Valhalla, right?

"... It's fine ..." Runa mumbled to Klara, lying. She watched Klara's movements carefully, seeing how she found some sort of button on the machine and managed to save dozens of souls at once. Runa bit her lip slightly, her mind berating her that she was likely too stupid to replicate it, and she tried to do the same thing, pressing the button and moving the joycon around - and to her surprise, she managed to save twenty people. "... Someone else has to be able to stop him, right?" Runa then asked softly, looking at the others. "It can't be just down to us..."


☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Camp Half-blood: Arena
Skills: Audiokinesis

Nancy was basically in lockstep with Madalyne, catching up with the Greek's leader, Chiron. She was a little bit surprised to hear that some of the Greeks had also been dealing with possessions, largely because she assumed that Leandra had done something to get herself mixed up in it all. She wouldn't have been surprised if Leandra accidentally summoned a ghost and got herself possessed in some sad, desperate ploy to seize power. However, her thoughts were cut off abruptly by someone shoving their way in the middle of Chiron and Madalyne, and Nancy saw red. Her rage only barely subsided when she realized it was her half-brother, Zeke - one of the few children of Apollo that Nancy actually felt connected to. "Zeke, don't you dare touch her again," Nancy warned, her voice like sharpened steel.

Zeke was LIVID. He shouted at them and Nancy felt like he was talking specifically to her. He didn't say that she was a failure of a leader or that she was the reason New Rome fell, but Nancy felt that. She could feel the weight and expectations of being the praetor of Rome, and a daughter of Apollo, and it was like a flame flared up inside of her. Nancy wasn't good at processing emotions and feelings. She wasn't good at admitting that they should have sent a messenger earlier, but Nancy had been so focused on doing anything in her power to exile Leandra and/or have her otherwise stripped of her power that she had forgotten. But not only was Zeke laying into her, now others had as well? Any chance of Nancy swallowing her pride and admitting her mistake went out the window.

"Oh, gag me with a fucking spoon!" Nancy snapped, the campfire flames reflecting in her eyes and making it look like her eyes had fires dancing inside of them. "The minute we were able to, we came on over to tell you about Leandra. We'd been in the Senate ever since the incident happened, trying to sort all of it out and the deadly array of quests that are assigned, so SORRY that we didn't send you a note that our problematic little traitorous bitch was possessed by a ghost! Honestly, I figured she likely did it to herself! Do you send us a note every time one of those Pluto kids raises the dead or sicks a zombie on someone? No? Then how about you mind your own damn business and just be grateful we're telling you now!"

She didn't stop though, having only made herself angrier. "Also, for the record, we don't need your grody asses to keep us safe - we were fine without you all! We're not the ones who die before you're old enough to smoke pot! You're the ones who constantly send small children out into the world and just fucking shrug it off when they get killed! Have you ever stopped to think about why no one here is older than 18? And why Greek demigods in adulthood are about as fucking rare as a unicorn that plays the piano and ran for President? Because you're all a bunch of disorganized screw-ups with delusions that you're heroes, when you're not, you're just shitty tragedies waiting to happen!" Nancy screamed. "And you!" she added, staring at Cassian. "Don't you fucking dare think you can order her around."

Now, beyond just screaming at them all, Nancy was unconsciously using her powers over sound. All of the sound in the arena was being amplified to louder and louder volumes, to the point that everyone in her vicinity would feel like they had their ears pressed up against the speakers at a club, the sounds so loud they could feel them in their throat.

🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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

"You better live, we're due in a quest," Leda joked, tucking some of Kiera's hair behind her ear. Hopefully the ambrosia would get her girlfriend healed up pretty quickly, it'd suck if Kiera had to start a quest with an inconvenient injury - those were usually better placed in the final stretch, since at least when it was over they could usually find a plane or something to just take back to New York pretty quickly. (Of course, Leda often did wonder if stories about flight attendants falling out of planes were actually monsters encountering demigods...)

One of the Apollo kids started tending to Kiera and Leda's eyebrows knitted together in worry as Kiera groaned from the pain. "It's okay, luv, just breathe through it and you'll be right as rain in no time," Leda encouraged. Kristin, Ms. Know It All, then came on over and Leda had to resist the urge to preemptively roll her eyes. Leda shrugged when Kristin asked what had happened, as she honestly didn't really know herself, she had arrived more or less late to the party and was just here for Kiera (and to catch any good tea). Of course, the universe didn't let her be a bystander, as suddenly the noises around her became unbearably loud and Leda quickly plugged her ears, trying to block them out, but she could feel the vibrations in her throat from every noise being made, as if she was standing right in front of a powerful speaker.


In What If? 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Jade Cornish


"Oi, mate, that one was mine," Jade complained to Edus. She did appreciate that he seemed to at least be somewhat of a team player, meaning the odds of him leaving her to her death were rather slim - or at least, slimmer than she had initially believed. There were two foes remaining and Jade was hoping they'd be able to handle them relatively quickly, in order to avoid drawing a lot of attention to themselves. One of them, Abyss, shot out tendrils, the tendrils grappling her and making it nearly impossible to breathe.

Jade didn't panic though, even with the lack of oxygen. She had her angel blade in her hand and she neatly sliced at the tentacles, the tendrils falling to the ground by her feet, and Jade sucked in a deep breath, filling her depleted lungs with air. She didn't waste much time though, before stabbing Abyss in the chest with the blade, expecting to see the mutant fall to the ground, dead. Instead, it was like something was trying to pull her dagger in. Jade tilted her head, "bloody hell?" she muttered, before digging her heels in and pulling with all of her might - it was like trying to pull the sword from the stone, the force she was using almost made her stumble backwards when she finally got the dagger free. And somehow, bizarrely, Abyss was still standing - they needed a new plan.



Guinevere Stark


Thankfully, the cowering mutants were leaving - finally. Guin let out a small sigh of relief, really wishing that she had some more useful powers in order to actually help out. The main thing her power was good for was keeping her from dying due to the virus Magneto had released into New York City - the virus that had killed her father. A few seconds later though, it looked like Carolina's possession came to an end, as Sabretooth was mad and growling once more. Lance threw up a shield to protect himself and Carolina, Sabretooth started pounding away on it, Lance attacked Sabretooth again, and horrifyingly, the building started to come down around them. Carolina and Lance needed an escape route.

Guin rushed forward, touching Sabretooth's back and trying to pull off a switch with him, in order to help make things easier for Carolina and Lance to escape the building. She concentrated, trying to leave her body and go into his, but it didn't work. The one time she needed to do it quickly, she was stuck. Sabretooth spun around and swiped at her with his claws, Guin narrowly jumping backwards. Her eyes darted rapidly around her and she grabbed a small piece of rubble, tossing it at Sabretooth - and missing horribly. At the very least, she had his attention. Maybe she could get him to chase her on out and leave Carolina and Lance an opening to escape. "Hey flea bag, you're so fucking ugly Magneto thought it was a secondary mutation!" Guin shouted.

Sabretooth growled at her and Guin took off at a dash for the exit, Sabretooth's claws carving into her back as she managed to escape. She couldn't even stop to think about the pain from the bleeding, as she made her way down the stairs and hit the ground floor of the building, hoping Carolina and Lance would make it out okay.
Raynor followed Emzie's finger (finger?) in the direction they pointed, doing his best to sweep his eyes past the corpses. He couldn't do anything for them now - they were one with the Force. All he could do was honor their memory and complete this mission - to protect the Republic and the billions relying on the Jedi Order to stop the Separatist threat. "Emzie, can you scan for life signs? This place... It's clouded in the Dark Side." He wasn't too prideful to admit that his mind was disturbed here. The afterglow of death emanated into the Force, making it difficult for him to sense if there were any living beings here. He was a Jedi Guardian of course, not as skilled in the Force as say a Sentinel or a Consular, his primary talents lying in combat.

They reached the door - just past the piping as Emzie had said. And suddenly, a deep feeling of distrust and suspicion burst inside of Raynor. He paused. "There's something here, I think - not droids, but..." his voice trailed off, as Raynor closed his eyes, trying to focus on what it was that he was sensing - what was lurking around, using the darkness of this slaughter to conceal themselves from his sight.

The door then glided open with a puff of air, as Emzie successfully unlocked it. The hallway was shrouded in smoke, likely from some sort of damaged coolant or whatnot, and sparks of electricity from exposed wiring brought the occasional flashes of light. Something was at the end of the hallway - a figure, difficult to make out whether it was a droid or something alive. There was then the sound of something heavy rolling on the ground, as three destroyer droids popped up in front of them, their shields going live as they opened fire on Raynor and Emzie!


☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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

Nancy was moving lightly on her feet even after the dragon's death, her blood pumping thunderously throughout her body. She felt like she had just downed seventeen coffees all at once, the caffeine going straight to her heart and sending it into overdrive. "Thanks, it felt pretty badass, not gonna lie," Nancy told Niah with a wide grin. She felt so incredibly alive. It was like the world around her was clearer, sharper, more in focus. She felt everything more intently, like her senses had been kicked up to an entirely new level. But mostly, she was living completely in the moment, her mind focused on where she was, the when and the now of it all. This was what Nancy did best - she was a hunter at heart.

She chuckled a bit as Mads handed her a gigantic dragon fang - it was easily the size of her arm. "Neato," she commented, feeling the weight of it. "Yeah, taking some of this back would be rad, as long as we avoid anything that's cursed. Isn't that a thing with dragons and their gold?" Nancy asked. She vaguely recalled hearing some things about how it was bad luck or that misfortune would come, but if a little gold meant they didn't need to worry about Niah dropping them to their deaths on the return trip, Nancy didn't care about a minor curse.


Megan Pendragon

Location: Atlantica
Skills: N/A

Megan scoffed slightly at her brother's objection to her holding off the pirates. "And who exactly is going to help me then, you?" she asked him, perhaps a bit harshly. He had only just discovered his magic though and she didn't trust him to not stab himself with his own sword. Whereas Megan had been in fencing lessons for almost her entire life - well, most of the life that she remembered, at the very least - and knew how to handle herself in a fight. However, before Jack could make his own biting remark, Hansel indicated that he and Gretel were going to hold off the pirates instead so they could escape with Bell. An arrow narrowly missed her, slicing open a cut on her face.

"...Fine," Megan conceded. Hansel and Gretel were capable people - and those going on the boat would need someone to defend them. Besides, Hansel and Gretel had a better chance of escaping from prison than she did - they knew this land, they had people who could help them out, Megan and Jack and Sierra did not. Megan sheathed her sword and climbed down the ladder warily, hoping that Bell at least knew the way to get to their ultimate destination.





Genosha: July 31st, 2021 - 5:50 AM


Veil


Location: House of M Ruins
Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation

Polaris looked like she had gone through hell. Her body was sporting numerous cuts and her green hair was matted with blood. Her nose was broken and a blade was embedded in her stomach. Green magnetism surrounded her hands as she used her mutant gifts to drag five bodies out from the rubble with her, all of their throats cut with some sort of jagged blade. There was a certain numbness in her eyes as she saw the strange creature Kristina had blasted, and with the flick of her wrist, metal shards slit the creature's throat. "Father, Moneta, you survived," Polaris stated.

With the creature dead, Veil and Jack were both freed from their illusions. Veil took a deep breath, suddenly coming to her senses, and she made herself visible again. Everyone seemed to be okay - well, Polaris looked like she was in desperate need of a doctor and then a quiet moment to herself, but otherwise, they were fine. By some miracle, no one had died. "What were these people?" Veil muttered, but she knew that there were probably still other places on the island that needed them. They had just showed up to the tail end of the fighting here - from the psychic messages earlier, it seemed like every inch of Genosha was under attack, so odds were, they were needed elsewhere.

"Yes, although we cannot say the same for the meshugener," Magneto commented. There was a hint of concern in his eyes. "Elixir, would you attend to Polaris?" Magneto requested.

"I'm fine," Polaris said, her voice void of emotion. "See?" she then pulled the blade out of her stomach, blood gushing out. Her pale fingers were stained with her own blood and she must have been in immense pain, but it didn't show. She was numb to the world - likely because of the senseless bloodshed that had just happened, but it was fine - they were all alive - so what had her so shaken?

"Um... I'm going to heal you anyways, okay?" Elixir said timidly, looking like he was worried Polaris would carve his insides out with metal as he approached her. He gently put a hand on her, before his eyes widened with understanding. "Oh.... Oh. I see... I... I can't do anything about that... I'm so sorry..."

"You can't heal her?" Aurora asked, confused.

Veil saw Elixir's hands heal Polaris' wound, but it didn't change the heartbroken look on his face - or wash away the clear trauma in Polaris'. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized what must have happened. She didn't know what to say about it - she hadn't known Polaris that well, they used to have been more or less friends, but that had been years ago. And she definitely wasn't about to ask Polaris if her dead unborn child was Havok's. Now wasn't the time. It would never be the time for that.



Casper & Sunshine


Location: Hellfire Manor
Skills: Mediumship

The minds of the ghosts must have been harder for Spark Plug to access, as she simply couldn't get a grip on them (2 on a d20). But perhaps, with another go at things, she could be more successful. Selene slurped down another dozen or so of the ghosts, with at least thirty left in the room to deal with. Horrifyingly, Selene was more or less eating their souls, the ghosts ceasing to exist once she consumed them. It was really for the best that Selene was one of Genosha's upstanding citizens and not a villainous foe.

"He's right - we'll have to kill him. That or if you could use your magicks to stop his mutant power," Selene suggested to Max. "We could attempt the spell together, although it may be permanent, rendering him human... Such a waste of an omega."

Unfortunately for Maria, Ben had been knocked out, his ghostly form fading away as he left this plane of existence for the moment before he could answer her (another 2 on a d20). The ghosts were more or less rushing at Echo and the clones as a mob, their combined force causing the clones to stumble backwards, decreasing the distance between them and Casper, to the point that if the clones were to move back any further they'd be stepping on the unconscious and glowing mutant.

"We aren't killing the idiot!" Sunshine shouted, catching the container of salt that Max had thrown at her. "Just... just kill the ghosts faster!" She could see that they were making progress. Pixie had stabbed another three ghosts with her souldagger and they dissipated like mist. One ghost apparently was in the mood for pranks, pulling Zarina's shirt up and over her head, effectively trapping Zarina's head inside of her shirt and blinding her. The ghosts holding Andy decided it would be really funny to drop her.

Horrifically, one of the ghosts got a hold of Marrow's bone spikes and stabbed her through the heart, the life leaving her eyes as Sunshine screamed in horror. "MARROW!" she shouted, traumatized at seeing Waverley die not long ago, and now, her wife too. She didn't listen to Max. She didn't draw a circle around her in salt. Instead, she poured salt into her hand and balled her hand into a fist, dashing for her wife. Each ghost that popped up in her way she punched, her salty knuckles causing the ghosts to flicker in and out of being.

She made it to Marrow, tears pouring through her eyes as she cradled Marrow in her arms.

"I can heal, you know," Marrow wheezed. "I'm not going to die on you, Sunny."


Runa Baldurdattir

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

Runa blushed ever so slightly at Lance's wave - by Midgardian standards, she was a bit Victorian in her sensibilities. The thought that she had been with him intimately in Wanda's false reality - at least, in the implanted memories - only served to bring more heat to her cheeks whenever it arose. However, she couldn't focus much on matters of the heart, as her brother was uncharacteristically venomous, glaring at all those assembled and then summoning a creature so monstrous as to make Bilgesnipes cower. "Brother, why do you challenge the Midgardians?" Runa asked him.

Mary seemed to have her wits about her, combating the summoned foe with her command over plants. Runa winced ever so slightly at the damage done to her mother's garden - she didn't doubt that Nanna would somewhat crushed to see what happened. Forseti countered by summoning more beasts and it broke Runa's heart. "My parents should be at home - but seeing my brother like this would break their hearts..." She didn't want to have to fight her brother. She didn't want her parents to see him like this either. She loved him. But she didn't know what had come over him - was he being bewitched by some enchantment, perhaps? How had he become so powerful? "Brother, please don't make me do this," Runa requested, drawing her staff.



Guin Stark

Location: Nearing Baldur's Hall
Skills: Telepathy

"Is that a fucking kaiju?" Guin blurted, as Runa's brother decided that rather than be Anakin Skywalker, he wanted to go for a classic evil wizard vibe, summoning the biggest and baddest creature he could think of. Luckily, they had their own classic character with them - Mary in the role of Poison Ivy, enchanting the flowers and plants and whatnot to ensnare the kaiju, preventing it from turning the X-Men into breakfast. But luck wasn't on their side, as more creatures appeared! Guin groaned, before complaining in the mental X-Men group chat, "I've got a bad feeling about this." It didn't help that the classic Star Wars tactic of tying up the large things had already been done and was clearly about to fail.

Guin then heard Annie's suggestion. "So, you mean me, the telepath of the group - unless one of you suddenly developed telepathic powers and decided to keep them secret for laughs?" Guin surmised. She had never really telepathically shut people down before - she hadn't had a lot of chances to practice her telepathy, nor had she really sought them out. Her entire life she had just been able to more or less coast by on her natural intellect and talent, she hadn't needed to practice or try at anything. Telepathy was the first thing where she wasn't automatically the best in the room.







@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Andromedai

EARTH 257 - 4:10 AM Nov. 14th, 2021 - S.W.O.R.D. HQ, the Iron

Interrogation Room A1 - Oliver, Niah, Bonnie, Celestine -

"What truth?" Bonnie asked, tilting her head as she looked at Niah. It was easier to focus on the weirdness of the current conversation than the jumbled mess of memories in her head. She guessed that the memories of high school were the anomalies, as they didn't line up with anything else, but there was a small part of her that doubted that - they felt too real to just be dismissed. They felt true and that terrified her.

Bonnie nodded though, agreeing with Oliver's assessment of the situation. "They put us in a group as well, meaning they aren't worried about us having contact with each other," Bonnie surmised. "They aren't necessarily trying to isolate us and make us feel alone..." Of course, she had to wonder why? Had the situation been reversed, Bonnie would have interrogated each person individually. She would have isolated them, allowing her to lie to them about the status of the others. It was logical and strategic - so what was this?

The door then opened and a kind looking man in a suit stepped on inside, holding a tray of coffees in one hand. "Sorry about the wait, I figured you all could use some caffeine," he said, setting the coffees down on the table. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a badge appeared in his right hand. "I'm Agent Jimmy Woo," he said, introducing himself as he sat down opposite them. "Would one of you like to get started?"

Interrogation Room B9 - Sparky, Cass, Amelia -

"Maybe it's whatever drugs they spiked us with?" Amelia suggested. She knew that her memories were a little bit different and didn't make sense, but loads of things didn't make sense to her. She wasn't too panicked about it anyways. She remembered what it was like to fly through the air unassisted, something she had never been able to do before. And now, all she wanted to do was go outside and try it out, to see if she could replicate it, if she could push herself farther than she ever had before. Her mind was so focused on chasing that feeling that she didn't consider the loss of memories - the loss of loved ones she held only in her mind.

The door then swung open, banging up against the wall. A brunette with glasses had evidently kicked it open, holding a breakfast burrito in one hand and a coffee in the other. "You guys mind if I eat while we do this?" the girl asked, talking with a mouthful of burrito. "I don't usually do this sort of thing, but May is sick, so they asked me to fill in. It's not even my division, but I guess since it's my break they were like go and interrogate the criminals, Darcy, it'll be fun! Your PhD qualifies you for that right?" the woman rambled, before taking another bite of her breakfast burrito, some bits of potato falling and hitting the ground.

"Ooh, nice, is that Chipotle? I could kill for some," Amelia said, her stomach growling. Sure, it felt like it was early in the morning for them, but Amelia hadn't had breakfast yet.

"What's Chipotle?" Darcy asked.

Interrogation Room Z11 - Matt, Maria, Raynor, Flynn -

"It's been over two decades since I was last here, they've unfortunately probably updated their security and covered some blindspots by now," Raynor begrudgingly admitted to Maria. He didn't even know how many of his old contacts were still alive and free to help them.

Raynor had no idea what Matt was talking about - the Mandela effect? He had jumped through reality before and nothing like that had ever happened to him. "What are you going on about? That's not a thing," Raynor chastised. "If it was, don't you think it would've happened to me by now?" Or Sparky? Although Raynor left that part out. He still hadn't managed to find a good way to bring this up to Sparky - but if the God of Lies were to be honest with himself, he didn't want to. He didn't want Sparky to know about his past, he didn't want her to know about the world they were both from, he wanted her to be happy and trauma free. But really, he was scared of the way she would look at him - and the longer he went without saying anything, the worse it became.

His eye twitched and his nostrils flared at Flynn's words. "Note to self, brutally murder Oliver at the same time," he muttered under his breath. He looked like he was about to say more when the door opened and a woman in a sleek blue uniform stepped inside, her arms crossed.

"I'm Agent Rambeau. Are we doing this the easy way or the hard way today?" she asked, taking a seat across from the prisoners.
In What If? 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Jade Cornish


It was nice having a mage on hand - mostly because of the convenient shield. Of course, the shield was only so convenient until it wasn't there anymore. It had protected them from initial attacks, until breaking with a crack. Jade didn't feel fear coursing through her veins. She hadn't really felt true fear since she had died. Ever since coming back, knowing what was waiting for her on the other side, the fear of dying just didn't do much for her anymore. She wasn't afraid of hell either, as long as she could drag some assholes down with her. Fatale slammed her foot into her stomach, knocking Jade down to the ground.

Jade had been fighting for ages. She had plenty of experience and knew how to take a hit. Within seconds, she was back up on her feet and she slashed at Fatale with her knife, an angel blade Jade had used to kill Lucifer himself with. Fatale's arm was bleeding from the gash. Jade didn't pause for a second, this time stabbing Fatale in the shoulder, missing her heart. She slashed Fatale's arm again, the mutant woman bleeding heavily from all of these wounds. "Any last words, bitch?" Jade asked, her angel blade covered in Fatale's blood.

Guinevere Stark


"How?!" Guin mouthed as Carolina dashed off to try to possess Sabretooth, not actually making a sound as she wasn't stupid. She didn't know how she was supposed to cover Carolina that didn't involve being shredded to pieces by Wolverine's somehow uglier twin (seriously, what was it with the hairy men with claws???) Carolina seemed to have (maybe?) gotten lucky, largely as Sabretooth screamed at the cowering mutants to get out of here. It was evident that she had been successful when Sabretooth started talking about control and clawing at his own throat.

Guin winced slightly. "You know, furbag, suicide is never the answer," she quipped, before going over to the mutants cowering in the corner. "Come on, people, we got to get moving or this will be our grave," she said, doing her best to encourage them - but she wasn't nearly as positive as she once had been. She had more or less already accepted New York would be her grave. It was a question of when, not if at this point. Three of them started to move and head down the stairs, whereas the others were too traumatized. "Hey, you can get up, I know this is super scary but it's much safer downstairs, I promise." If they didn't start moving, Guin supposed she could always switch with them one by one and force them to evacuate.
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