Morose

🌠 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 could tell that King Arthur was really trying, he was trying to be kind, and he seemed to want some sort of a relationship with her. She just couldn't wrap her head around having a father that wasn't her father - she knew that she had been adopted, but she never had wanted to seek out a connection to her biological parents. She loved her adoptive parents and considered them to be her real family. But a small part of her figured that she had to try. She just needed a way to wrap her mind around all of this and her brain presented an easy solution - she casually talked to the corpses in the morgue all the time. She could just pretend that King Arthur was one of those corpses and maybe that would ease the anxiety.

"...Okay," Megan said, hesitating slightly before taking a seat. "Merlin told us why we were sent away... but I want to hear you explain it." She didn't know where else to start. Should she have asked him what his favorite color was? Or where he'd go on holiday if he had the chance? Or what he thought of the Star Wars reboot? Should she tell him that she was queer? Did they even have the concept of being queer in this world? Would he hate her for that? Did she tell him about how she worked in a morgue? Did it even matter if he told her stories about when she was little, as she wasn't that person anymore? Was it even possible for her to forge a connection to that life?

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: the Woods
Skills: Asgardian Magic

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Pietro had more or less ignored the question Runa had asked of him and she sighed slightly, annoyed. For someone so fast, he could be painfully slow at times, missing important questions - and sometimes even events. She was about to repeat her question again for the hyperactive mutant when suddenly, she could hear voices in the distance. She followed behind Pietro to investigate, figuring that at the very least whatever they saw would give them more clues as to their whereabouts. What she did see was surprising. There was a beastly looking man, growling and hitting at the air, where a silver blur was zipping about.

It was Quicksilver.

Runa instantly cast a spell using her algiz rune - it took her a few moments to concentrate, but a cloak of invisibility then shrouded herself, Pietro, and Klara, protecting them from being noticed. With that put in place, Runa then silently began to work divination magic, using the ōþila rune as a focus. She concentrated on the other Quicksilver, eventually beginning to pry small pieces of his backstory, his history, the baggage that he possessed. He was a killer, a mad one at that. Her eyes darted over towards the Pietro they had come here with. She knew he wasn't much of a killer, nor was he mad, but as someone from Asgard, Runa didn't necessarily see being a killer as a bad thing. Warriors killed. She held a finger to her lips, indicating for Klara and Pietro to be silent, before mouthing a word while pointing at the other Quicksilver - killer.

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Guin Stark

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Location: New York City Alleyway
Skills: Telepathy

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"Basically the story bible for an alternate world where everything went to shit," Guin explained, taking another breath as she tried to keep her head from spinning. She had gotten a little bit better at her telepathy, mostly because it was annoying to not really understand her own powers, but she was still nowhere near the level of expert telepaths like Professor Xavier or Jean Grey. Getting that rush of memories and information had been a bit much for her. She could practically imagine Pietro going this is because you don't practice enough and she rolled her eyes instinctively. Before she could say anything else though, things got interesting.

Lance - not her Lance, but the other one, the one who had gone through hell, took off sprinting. And then seconds later, a vaguely familiar looking person popped up, who Guin realized, thanks to her accidentally downloading the Dungeon Master's Guide to this world, was Lance's twin sister, the creatively named Lana Banner. The girl who had been abducted by a cult. And not even the fun sort of cult. "Your brother ran off that way, Lana," Guin said, pointing in the direction the other Lance had gone. She then concentrated, tapping into Lana's mind, and altering the way that she perceived Lance. She managed to tweak her perception of him slightly, but Guin was out for perfection. She tried again, but was unable to transform Lance into a perfect likeness of Lando Calrissian. Instead, he would look slightly like Lance to Lana. "You've got the wrong guy, he gets mistaken for Lance all the time."

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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

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Nancy hated the way the suggestion of a walk, just the three of them, felt like a goodbye. A chill then ran down her spine as she realized she had been so busy being moody and fretting over Mads, that she hadn't considered she could lose Niah as well. Both of them would be striking out on their own, without Nancy to protect them. She was the brawler in the group, the one who dealt the maximum amount of damage, allowing them to do their schemes and spells. Would their Greek companions even be able to protect them? She could feel her heart tighten up in anxiety. She wasn't a romantic person - she didn't experience those sorts of feelings at all. But in the truest sense of the word, Niah and Madalyne were her best friends, her soulmates. And she wasn't going to be there for them.

Her heart was filled with fear and bitterness. "Yeah, a walk sounds nice," she said, trying to sound normal and fine and calm. Mads and Niah were the ones going off on quests - not her. She didn't need anyone to comfort her. She'd feel ashamed if they even tried to reassure her, she was the one who was supposed to reassure them. Nancy hated prophecies. She hated the pre-destination of it all. It made her want to scream - again. Just scream until the entire world fell to pieces.

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Arena -> Poseidon Cabin
Skills: N/A

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Leda grimaced slightly as the Hecate Cabin kids checked them for possession on the way out, the strange charm glowing green. She had half expected one of them to hold a grudge and pretend she had been possessed - but then again, maybe they didn't care anymore about Leda dumping their sibling. Maybe she was the one still dwelling on everything that had happened. It had been ages since she had seen Rebecca anyways, her ex girlfriend dipping out on all of them when aboard the Argo.

They made their way to Kiera's cabin and instantly, a salty sea breeze hit Leda's nostrils. She didn't hate it, but she wasn't over the moon about it either. The best thing about this cabin was the peace and quiet. Kiera, unlike Leda, didn't have a million siblings, meaning that they could have some much needed privacy. She smirked slightly as Kiera asked what she wanted to do. There was a very obvious reason as to why they had come here to this cabin, away from prying eyes, and there was something they wouldn't be able to do with Arthur nearby. "I could eat you out, if you'd like, luv."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu

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EARTH 257 - 5:30 AM Nov. 14th, 2021 - S.W.O.R.D. HQ, the Iron

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Outside Interrogation Room B9 - Sparky, Cass, Niah, Bonnie -

"Umm, I'm a science lady, not actually an interrogator," Darcy explained again. She squinted her eyes and tilted her head, as if struggling to recall something. "Maybe... They're probably just in other interrogation rooms if I had to guess, they didn't really tell me more than what I needed to know to talk to you." Technically she had only agreed to help them out of the room, not to fully escape SWORD's custody, but then again... Darcy was digging their vibes, she wasn't paid enough, and she didn't have anything particularly strong tying her to the Iron. Part of her always did dream about moving to the Blue.

Bonnie was feeling a little bit done with Sparky at the moment. They were all going through it at the moment and Sparky, best as she could tell, was acting like a petulant child. Still, she was glad to see that her intuition had paid off and Sparky was alright. Once they got out of there and had access to a medical facility, she'd want to run tests to confirm that everything looked okay, and if Sparky complained about any of it, she'd hit her with a tranquilizer so fast it would make her head spin. She just wasn't going to deal with any of it.

"Niah, are you good to move?" Bonnie asked, not wanting to abandon either Sparky or Niah at the moment. She was the doctor, after all.

Heading down the hallway, Cass wouldn't see any guards - and she would walk right past the evidence lock-up, unfortunately missing it.

Hallway Adjacent to Interrogation Room Z11 - Matt, Maria, Raynor, Flynn -

Luck was on Maria's side. She would manage to find an emergency exit that would take them outside of the facility. Through the small window of the door, she would be able to see that they were on the top of a cold mountain, with steep drops due to the incline making escape challenging. Blinding lights passed by every minute or so, the searchlights of gigantic aircraft patrolling the facility.

Matt was similarly vibing nicely with the universe, as his keen eyes wouldn't notice any immediate threats or agents.

"Weapons are helpful," Folly agreed with Matt. She reached into her boot and pulled out a knife, before handing it over to Matt. She wasn't worried about him hurting her. She knew that it would be difficult, although not impossible, to kill her - her mutant powers were great but nowhere near the level of Weapon X's.

Folly and Raynor moved through the hole Raynor had created, with Raynor then aiming his light beams up towards the ceiling, firing off his light beams to try to create a small, controlled cave-in. Nothing happened though. Blast after blast after blast until finally, on the fourth try, Raynor managed to cover their escape, rubble blocking the way for the SWORD agents in pursuit of them - but it would only be a matter of time until more came.

"Where the hell are the others?" Raynor grumbled. He wasn't going to leave this place without Sparky - and he supposed the others as well, although he definitely was going to prioritize Sparky. That was more or less a given - it was just as he'd anticipate Maria to prioritize Novikova over the rest of them.

"Likely in the interrogation block still - where we just came from," Folly answered, thinking a bit more on the maps and plans she had studied for this job.

The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Kirah

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Genosha: July 31st, 2021 - 7:00 AM

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Veil & Casper & Sunshine

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Location: Hellfire Manor
Skills: Mediumship

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Basement...

"Don't mention it," Veil replied, returning Callie's hug. It occurred to her that they had been awake for hours now, having been roused early in the morning to defend their homeland. She wasn't just emotionally exhausted - she was physically drained. The moment she sat down, Veil was convinced that she'd fall asleep and perhaps wake up a week later, just to find some new tragedy. She had started to believe that they could live in Genosha safely, apart from the human world, but it didn't seem to be true. They would always be hated and feared, no matter what.

She was tired of just standing around and taking it - of the collective trauma mutants had to face. She didn't know if she could even return to the human world after all of this. If it hadn't been clear to her when she ran the Mutant Underground, then it was now - there would be no peaceful assimilation. They would always be treated as the other. Veil walked with Callie down the hall until they stood outside of the panic room of sorts that Reeva, Esme, and Polaris were in.

Reeva nodded at James' words, truly appreciating what he was saying, even as her spirits were so low. She knew that he was right. Those still alive on Genosha needed her - no, they needed the Council. Magneto, Esme, Selene, and herself were the leaders of Genosha. But James and the others, they were the heroes of Genosha. "Thank you, James," Reeva said softly, her eyes following him as he left the room.

"He's right. Veil, Spark Plug, Polaris," Reeva said, getting those three's attention. "If you three are able, I'm sure there are mutants on the island who need our help still. Esme, can you coordinate?"

Esme nodded, blinking to try to stop the tears from welling up in her eyes. She placed a single finger against her head, digging in deep with her telepathy, doing the best that she could. Her range was limited without the aid of her sisters. "Green Lagoon - about ten people are trapped," Esme then said, her eyes opening up again.

"Let's go," Polaris said, her eyes flaring.

Outside of the panic room, down the hall....

Pixie felt horrible for Kristina - she couldn't help but start to cry a little bit in sympathy as well. Max's idea seemed promising to her though. She didn't know anything about resurrection magic and the only person she knew who had come back from the dead... it hadn't gone well. Of course, a demon had brought them back to life, so maybe it would be different this time - maybe Max could pull it off. "It'll be okay, Max knows what he's doing," Pixie said, trying to cheer up Kristina.

Meanwhile, as Max listed off the people to participate in his mutant circuit, his mystical intuition would tell him that he was missing a vital component. The more he would think about it, the more a singular word would pop into his mind - Hope.

"Have you, like, ever done soul magic before?" Casper asked Max. He wasn't really sure what Max's powers were - he had only ever seen Max just sorta make things appear. Casper wasn't a detail oriented sort of person. If someone had said that Max had the same powers as the Scarlet Witch, he probably would've believed them - and if they had said that Max's magic worked via clown blood rituals, he also would've believed them. "Since I know you can make things appear but... Is that the same thing? Do you need like a special class for that?"

Magneto stared at the ghostly apparition. His shoulders slumped ever so slightly. He wasn't a religious man - he had given up on religion long ago. No, his soul was aching for the loss of mutant life. He had given his word to protect the children of Genosha and there, floating right in front of him, was proof of his failure. He hadn't been strong enough - he hadn't built a society that could protect the weak and defenseless. "I'm sorry, child... You did not deserve this," he said, using his powers to remove his helmet from his head so that way Kris could see his piercing blue eyes, filled with sadness.

James would struggle to heal Sunshine, his powers spent for the moment (1 on a d20).

Sunshine leaned on Marrow slightly, her wife wrapping a strong and secure arm around her. "It's fucked up," she sniffled. She had lost both of her best friends that day - Kristina and Feedback. Both of them were supposed to have grown old on Genosha. They were supposed to fall in love with some of Sunshine and Marrow's friends and then they'd all build a treehouse or something to live in together, having fun queer domestic island bliss, away from the problems that humanity brought.

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Basement - A Few Hallways Over ...

"Have fun, dear," Selene said, waving Andy off nonchalantly. "And do be careful not to get wet - water has a purifying effect and tends to displace unwanted spirits." Selene then gave Andy a not so subtle wink. She looked like Andy's wicked evil fairy godmother in that moment, as if she were warning Andy that she might turn into a pumpkin if she wasn't careful.

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Runa Johansson

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Location: Loki's Cavern
Skills: Photokinesis

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It all happened too quickly - Runa had been doing her part against Loki and the next thing she knew, her staff was gone and he had her by the neck. She was gasping for air, unable to breathe. She felt entirely powerless and helpless. And her friends, she didn't deserve them - they were ready to stand down and unleash Loki and his friend into the world just to save her life. "Don't... do it," Runa choked out. She didn't want to be the reason that Loki was freed. She was scared, but not afraid. She had already died once - she was already dead. She was willing to die if it meant Loki couldn't escape.

But she also wasn't ready to give up and let him kill her. She had already spent so much time in Valhalla scared and timid, uncertain and looking towards others for what to do. She was done with that. She wanted to take control of her life - or really, her afterlife. And maybe, just maybe, it would work - maybe she'd free herself and they'd all go home. But there was no way she was going to let Loki escape. She tried to blast him in the eyes with light, her first two tries didn't work, but on the third try she was able to blind him. The blinding light caused him to release her and Runa gasped for breath, running back over towards the others, safe again. She felt good. She had saved herself.

🌠 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 felt intensely uncomfortable and out of place. Here was this man, affirming that she was his daughter... but she already had two parents - she already had a mother and a father, back in the real world. They had been the ones who paid her tuition, who took her to fencing lessons, who had tucked her in at night and held her when she was sick. It was the same way that she knew Jack was her brother, even if it wasn't biological. King Arthur was supposedly her biological father, and she understood that it sounded like he and Guinevere had sent her away to protect her. But when Megan looked at him, she saw a stranger.

Hansel offered to go outside and check that the coast was clear - clearly trying to give her and King Arthur some space for some privacy. Megan's heart was pounding thunderously in her chest as pure anxiety filled her. She didn't know what she wanted from King Arthur. She didn't know if she wanted him to be her father. She didn't know what it meant to the daughter of a king - was she a princess? Megan didn't feel like a princess. She didn't know what to say. "I...." Megan paused, not even knowing what she was going to say before she said it. "I don't remember you," she settled on, trying to convey the issue - that while he saw his daughter, she didn't see her father. She saw a stranger.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: the Woods
Skills: Asgardian Magic

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"What is it?" Runa asked Pietro, as she continued to cast her spell. She wanted to determine where everyone was and this wood seemed safe enough of a place to do so. Once that was done, she figured they could journey off to retrieve them and see about procuring another craft so they could continue their mission of identifying further rifts in the fabric of space-time. Forseti was her brother - it was the very least she could do, cleaning up his messes. Her spell indicated that Mary was in the same location as Edus. She then cast the runes again, this time focusing in on Annie, who seemed to be with Lance.

She threw the runes again and found that Bethany was up with Mary and Edus, and lastly, Guin was with Lance and Annie. It was awfully convenient that everyone had been placed into groups - and for the best. She knew that some of the X-Men were better at protecting themselves than others. "Marygold, Edus, and Bethany are all together - as are Annie, Lance, and Guinevere. Pietro, do you feel up for a run? Or shall I procure us some magical means of travel?" Runa asked calmly.

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Guin Stark

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Location: New York City Alleyway
Skills: Telepathy

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Guin nodded, thinking that Annie was likely right - it had to have been one of those rifts that Runa's loser brother had caused. It was possible that there were other problems in space, but the simplest solution was usually the correct one - right? She vaguely recalled that Star Trek had some plot about a Mirror Universe or something, maybe if this was a rift, it had taken them to something like that. "If it was time travel, we're not in the past - at least, not too far in the past. And if I had to guess, not too far in the future either," Guin proposed. She could buy that they had been displaced by a few years, but certainly not more than a decade or two.

"Yeah, I can hear him. He's in the woods with the Asgardians - so wherever they are, they're at least in the same timeline and general location as us." She then paused to respond to Pietro, her eyebrows furrowing with concern. Can you run and get out of there then? What's going on? Guin asked. "Something's wrong, I think he's in --" Guin then stopped abruptly in the middle of her sentence. Some rushed past them in the alleyway. Guin caught a glimpse of their mind and it shocked her, so much so that she took another peak.

It was all too much. Guin's hands flew up to her head and she stumbled backwards, crying out. It was hard for her to make sense of it all - the Hellfire Club, the Brotherhood, and the Defenders waging war for control of New York City. Lance's death at Quicksilver's hands and his resurrection. The drug use and the cult. Lance. She struggled to catch her breath. "... This is definitely another reality - we're not in Kansas anymore," she said, her voice a bit shaky. "... Any chance anyone has water? Or Ibuprofen?"

What If?

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Jade Cornish

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Jade let out a slight whistle, looking up into the sky as she saw Sabretooth comically soaring/flailing. He deserved it. She knew enough about Creed to know that he was the worst of the worst, a predator in both appearance and actions. He wasn't just a monster, but a rapist, a man known for sexual violence and dismemberment. The more she thought about it, the more being ejected into the air was probably letting him off easy. She also couldn't help but feel a growing disappointment in the fact that he had managed to survive when others had not. She didn't make any audible comments about it though, as they finally reached the rebel group.

Instantly, Jade's mind went into overdrive. The rebels were from the list OMEN had given them of heroes that may still be alive within the city. Bloom, the kid leader of the X-Men, was present and looking worse for wear. Jade snorted ever so slightly when she saw that Guinevere Stark was still alive. She hadn't known she was a mutant. To be honest, Jade was surprised SHIELD had even taken her as an agent. She seemed like every other rich person's kid - useless and irrelevant. And... Quicksilver? He was still around? "I'm Jade," Jade offered, her accent immediately marking her as British. "We're here to help. They're nuking the city soon."

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Guinevere Stark

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Guin was frustrated that Lance didn't like her idea of climbing into the shopping cart - it was perfectly reasonable! And logical! It would get him away from Sabretooth quickly and - Guin paused in her mental rant, looking up to see that Sabretooth was blasting off again like he was Team Rocket, flying through the sky. Her eyes then fell to the plant-spring that Mary had made. Well, that was one way to handle things. A small part of her wondered why Mary couldn't have done that to Magneto - if she hadn't tried her hardest - if her family could have still been alive...

"My back looks like a feral cat mauled it, which... is basically what happened," Guin answered, when Mary asked about people's injuries. She really did need to clean the wounds - dying from an infection wasn't on her bucket list. But before Guin could do much else, newcomers arrived - three new assholes. Guin looked at them warily, ready to run them over with her shopping cart at any sudden movements... but they claimed to be nice? Except for one of them was wearing a gas mask like those creepy guys from Doctor Who? And then Ms. Gas Mask said that nukes were being sent?

"... How soon is soon? And by they I'm guessing the US government, Ms. Apocalypse?"

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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

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Nancy raised an eyebrow at the roasted mouse Joanie brought to her - it felt very much like the offerings they would give to the gods. Her voice had returned to her, thankfully. "Good girl, Joanie," she praised. "Now just roast everyone who gets on my nerves next," she joked. She was in a bit of a mood. The emotional tampering from Niah still left a sour taste in her mouth, as did just about everything vaguely Greek at the moment. She wished that the Legion was back in New Rome where they belonged - things had been so much simpler then. And less aggravating. Leandra had been her only major issue - now, there was an entire squad of Greeks whose heads Nancy very much wanted to separate from their bodies. She didn't really want to go over to Mads at the moment either, not wanting to think about how her best friend was going to her death in the morning, but she did anyways.

Nancy scratched Joanie's nose gently, holding the roasted mouse in her other hand - it felt wasteful to just throw it on the ground. Plus, she hoped that it kept people other than her closest friends from wanting to talk to her - maybe it would scare them away. She didn't say anything though - Mads was still interacting with some of the Greeks, Nancy was fine being silent for a moment, waiting for Mads and Niah to be ready to leave the arena.

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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

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Leda snorted slightly as Kristin brought up baby Hercules. "Yeah, we'll have a cuppa and I'll tell him that." Temporarily taking care of a baby cyclops had been one of the more random things they had to do on that quest. Hopefully if they did run into Hercules, he was growing up to be a nice non-murderous cyclops. Leda would hate to kill him - or at least, that's what she would claim. Of course, at the moment she was more concerned with a different young monster - the poor harpy that had been so viciously attacked. She was surprised to see Cassian actually apologize to the harpy - maybe she had misjudged him. Leda did tend to judge people a bit harshly.

Thankfully, the harpy was okay and it took off into the air, flying away. Kiera asked her where she wanted to. Arthur didn't really seem to need their help at all getting ready. "Eh, if you want we can go to your cabin now?" Leda suggested. There wasn't really anything left on her to-do list more or less. They had gotten all of their supplies and Leda didn't feel a need to hang around other people.