Morose

The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Kirah

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Genosha: August 3rd, 2021 - 10:00 AM

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Veil

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Location: Heading to the Green Lagoon
Skills: N/A

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Veil's feelings about the X-Men were complicated and ever-evolving. There had been periods in her life where she idolized them, seeing them as the perfect mutant heroes, mutants who could demand dignity that humanity tried to withhold. At other times, they seemed like celebrities - superficial, fake, elite, and beautiful. "I'm frustrated with them," Veil admitted. "They're supposed to care about mutantkind and work towards making a better world for all mutants - but it seems like they can't be bothered to descend from their ivory tower in Westchester when we need them. X was always asking us to do things, sending us little bribes so we wouldn't realize that we were expendable to him... If you don't wear an X, you don't matter to him and his child soldiers."

Maybe the X-Men were heroes - or maybe they were nothing. It didn't change the fact that when mutantkind needed them most, they weren't there. And given that they were led by one of the world's foremost telepathic talents, a man equipped with a machine that allowed him to connect to every mutant mind on Earth, it was inexcusable to happen once, let alone more than that. And it had. Xavier didn't care - and the X-Men were made in his image. "Sorry to get all political on you, it's just been weighing on my mind since... well, since what happened to the Morlocks."

They were outside the Green Lagoon now. Veil stopped, not knowing if Spark Plug wanted to continue this conversation or head inside. She then noticed Andy coming on out, looking slightly distressed. But before she could approach Andy, someone else did.

"Are you alright, child?" Magneto asked, having come from the Grove as well. He removed his helmet, his silver-white hair blowing slightly across his face.

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Casper & Sunshine

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Location: the Green Lagoon
Skills: Mediumship

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Casper found Max's distrust of Selene a little funny, given how they had thrown their lots in with their former enemies, the Hellfire Club, on Genosha. It seemed to him like this entire experiment only really worked if people trusted each other, if they were willing to hand out second chances like candy, and have everyone work together. But then again, what did he know - he hadn't even managed to successfully graduate from high school, much less take any sort of political science or theory class.

Casper was distracted from whatever he had been about to blurt out when his very sexy lover came up from behind and tilted his head up into a kiss. Casper's eyes fluttered from the simple sweet gesture. "What plate, babe?" Casper asked, having already forgotten about the plate shattering incident.

"The one you broke?" Ben pointed out.

"Huh? Oh! Babe! Guess what! Ben is back! He's okay! He's not dead! Well he's dead but he's not dead-dead, you know? Like Echo didn't actually kill him forever, he just sorta... I don't know what he did but Ben is back!"

Sunshine snickered slightly as Echo asked her why Northstar being an asshole was a good thing. "Because I think you kinda want someone to step on you," Sunshine explained bluntly. Echo didn't strike her as the sort of person who wanted to be in charge when it came to a relationship - and she could easily imagine Northstar calling the shots with a charming smirk on his face. "I don't know how he tips, because again, money isn't really a thing here."

"He was in the Olympics, got a gold medal and everything in some skiing event," Marrow said. "He's very... fast, if you catch my drift." She then snickered a little bit herself. There were a few speedsters on the island, and, well... Let your imagination fill in a few of the dirty details and you probably have an idea of what Marrow was implying. "He is a speedster after all - and he can fly and I think shoot light beams."

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Hellfire Manor...

"That's exactly what I want you to do, diapers need to be changed. As much as I'd love to boop these little devils on the nose and keep them from pooping, the shit has to go somewhere and it's better it goes out the correct end," Stacy X explained. "The other thing you could do would be to adopt one or more of the kids and show them a loving home, or hell, bully other people on the island into doing that - I'm not going to play mommy to these kids forever. I've got a life to live."

What If?

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Jade Cornish

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Jade didn't bother pointing out to the rest of these people that she had what O.M.E.N. classified as a deviance. They seemed far too narrow minded to comprehend such a subtle gift and ability. She also let the ginger's comments just roll off of her back, not giving them too much weight or mind. She didn't see a point in the young British woman informing her of an obvious conclusion. There were plenty of ways for people to die. Jade didn't even know how her deviance or the fact that she had been resurrected would interact with Magneto's virus, but she didn't care. She wasn't here to survive. She was here to stop Magneto - something this group proved incapable of doing. "You could be killed with something as meaningless as a paperclip," she told Carolina, before stepping out of the area where everyone had crowded in order to contact Jakobsen.

"Jakobsen, this is Cornish, do you read me?" Jade said into her communicator.

"Yeah, I hear you, what's the situation over there?" Jakobsen's reply came.

"We located Magneto's base of operations, he's taken over the buildings near Madison Square Garden. Resistance efforts seem to be made up of Thor, the Hulk, and the Thing, as well as a handful of the kid X-Men. They haven't made much traction, seemingly from either a lack of skill or experience or leadership or both," Jade said, delivering her assessment.

"So they are alive huh? Though doesn't sound like there is a whole lot that has been done. The good news seems to be you do have more then just the three of you to potentially do something. Though the fact that they haven't been able to accomplish a lot isn't exactly a good thing, or reassuring really."

"The way I see it, their most effective use is as a distraction," Jade replied bluntly.

"You likely won't be able to accomplish much if you only use that group as a distraction, you'll need their help to likely be able to have much of a chance. There is only so much three people can do against Magneto and his group. No matter what you'll need to be careful, as you are severely outnumbered."

"Then we use the baby X-Men as the distraction and take the Hulk, Thor, and the Thing with us."

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Guinevere Stark

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Guin wanted to claim independence and leadership and all of that, but honestly, it was nice to see Edus more or less taking charge. She didn't know him, but he seemed like he was confident and had a plan - and unlike Mary, he didn't scream at them all the time. It also didn't hurt that he was a bit older than the rest of them, helping him to look somewhat like an authority figure - like someone her father might've asked to join the Avengers. "Blueprints should be kept on file at City Hall, in the city planning office," Guin pointed out. They should be able to get physical copies from there - at least, she had watched enough Parks and Rec to be fairly certain that they'd exist there. The other option would be to somehow get access to the Internet and be able to download them, but Guin wasn't going to hold her breath.

"Yeah, I can leapfrog from body to body..." she said to Edus. She hadn't done it very often and it took a bit more energy out of her. People seemed to end up back in their correct bodies when she was done with it, so that was nice - it would've been stressful if people ended up randomly mixed in the wrong bodies. "And no, I can't read their minds, since they're displaced by me."

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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

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Nancy felt much better once they were out of the dining pavilion - even with the openness of it, the Greeks made the entire place feel stifling. She wished that Niah and Mads were going on the quest together, as at least then they could watch each other's backs - but instead, the only two Romans going would be separated from each other. Even the prophecies seemed to favor the Greeks. Nancy wondered if that was some sort of cosmic joke - the Roman praetor shunned her prophetic power and thus the prophecies shunned the Romans, dividing them up and keeping them apart. If Niah were to die on this quest, who would bring her home for burial? When Mads... When Mads died on this quest, there wouldn't be that problem - she would burst into dust.

She shook herself out of her thoughts, sitting down on the blanket Mads had conjured, and tossing Joanie a biscuit. "Maybe," Nancy said to Mads, before sighing slightly. "I know I'm being a bitch about this. We should be toasting you two and doing whatever you want, but... I'm fucking terrified I'm about to lose the people I love and I can't do anything about it..." Nancy admitted, turning her face away so Mads and Niah couldn't see her. "There's a million Greeks on these quests and neither of you will have a Roman sword to back you up. That's bullshit... We're supposed to be strong and enduring, and we don't even have a home. We lost our home and we've been treated like trash."

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Dining Pavilion
Skills: N/A

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"Me? Cheat?" Leda asked, looking offended by her sister's words. She went up and tossed in a bit of food from her plate to her dear old mother, with an added prayer for Iris to convince Hephaestus to start airing Drag Race: Mount Olympus worldwide. She knew Apollo would take the crown, but Leda considered that hypothetical show to be the synthesis of her two cultures - Greek mythology and gay. She then sped her way on over to her girlfriend, sitting down next to Kiera at the Hades Table, and glancing across at the younger company.

"What are we talking about, luvs?" Leda asked, curious as to what she had missed. Even speedsters missed bits of conversations from time to time, it wasn't too unusual. Arthur was standing up, looking as official as a small baby child can look - and Andy was still eating. Probably a good idea. Quests often were just stretches of looking for food to gorge on after skipping a few meals. And as a speedster, Leda tended to need to eat more than most. "You two excited?" she asked the kids.

🌠 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 found it incredibly odd that Arthur and Guinevere weren't instantly volunteering to move with them. They seemed like perfect people - wouldn't they want to go with them to find the mermaids and continue to work towards removing Maleficent from power? Had they just given up them, resigning themselves to living in this cabin in the woods? Guinevere went off to make food - Megan was slightly irked, feeling that Arthur should've gone to help her, she didn't like that task falling solely on Guinevere. But then, Arthur was offering to give them information about the surrounding areas and whatnot. Megan, however, couldn't help but fixate on the idea that Arthur and Guinevere had given up - that they had accepted their fate.

"Are you not coming with us, then?" Megan asked, perhaps a bit sharply. "You're going to stay here and do what, exactly? Perhaps the French were right with Marie Antoinette, if this is what kings do." Her emotions were going all over the place, but it was easy for her to criticize Arthur and Guinevere's decision to seemingly stay in hiding, rather than risking their lives for the betterment of the less fortunate. As much as Megan didn't like the concept of monarchies and royalty, and she didn't feel that excalibur was a good indication of the right to rule, maybe this was why the sword was hers now - and not Arthur's.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: the Woods
Skills: N/A

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Runa was offended at Quicksilver's distaste for the outfit she had given him - it had been all the rage in 1963. She had seen a young speedster on Midgard wear it back then, what had his name been, it started with a W? At any rate, it was fashionable and she made a mental note to get Pietro to wear something like it once they got back. He could use with an updated look anyways - the silver jacket and Hawaiian shirts were beginning to get a tad old. Thankfully, Pietro managed to beat Quicksilver in the battle of the speedsters, meaning that their opponents had been taken out.

Runa was of the mind that the best course of action would be to re-group with the others, as much as she was mildly curious about where these enemies had come from. "We should make way towards the others, we know the general direction, and my magic and your mental bond to Guinevere can guide us the rest of the way," Runa told Pietro. Once they had the others, they could begin to figure out their next steps. She would just feel much better once she knew the rest of the team had regrouped, particularly those ones that Runa worried about being alone in combat, like Lance and Annie.

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Guin Stark

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Location: New York City Motel
Skills: Telepathy, Telepathic Battle Meditation, Telepathic Attacks

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Guin really hated cops. It was one of the reasons she was glad she had left SHIELD - back then, a privileged rich brat, she hadn't really realized that SHIELD agents were just cops with fancier titles. The entire superhuman Civil War she had missed out on during her honeymoon had more or less been proof of that, where the government tried to force all the superheroes to register and basically become glorified super-cops. It was one of the reasons why she was proud to be an X-Man - no one ever mistook the X-Men for cops. The Fantastic Four and the Avengers occasionally drifted into that territory, but never the X-Men.

Aside from feelings of anger towards the cops in the room, Guin was feeling pretty proud of herself - she had been applying her telepathy more and more lately, and it was paying off. She was single-handedly convincing the cops that their room at the motel was entirely empty - she just hoped everyone else in the motel had made it out before any of the asshole police got to them. She noticed Annie begin to pick up the slack and Guin took a breath, redoubling her efforts. At first, she almost lost her grip of both the boost to Annie's powers and her mental meddling, but she managed to improve her own illusion work drastically after another moment of focus. This plan was working.

Can't talk. Focusing.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu

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EARTH 257 - 6:20 AM Nov. 14th, 2021 - S.W.O.R.D. HQ, the Iron

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Stolen Ship

"The Fantastic Who?" Darcy asked, confused by what Niah was talking about. "Is that, like, a reality show or something? Or a girl group? I've always wanted to be in a girl group..." She thought about the rest of the questions. It felt very much like she was taking a test in high school on world politics. "I dunno why she's called the Mad Queen to be honest, she just is? And yeah, Tony is the last of that line, he got sterilized when... The Avengers are sorta the enforcers in the Blue, but they're kinda like cowboys basically rather than like cops, so no, Prez Stark isn't an Avenger."

Darcy looked at Folly when it came to the rest of the question and Folly sighed. She hadn't gotten paid for anything beyond rescue and retrieval. "Genosha is the home of the world's mutant population - aside for the ex-pats and race traitors. Three of you are members of the Dark X-Men. There won't be any trouble getting you across the Genoshan border. It's the Iron's border you need to worry about. And yeah, I'm sure X would do that, you throw a rock in Genosha and you hit at least five psychics," she finished, looking at Maria.

Celestine didn't respond to Cass, when Cass asked if she could have PHIL open up the files.

"Wait, what are you all talking about?" Amelia asked, incredibly confused. "I get that we're coming to the consensus of ~Raynor should talk about this~ but like... What the hell? This seems like it's come out of nowhere?" Although, now that Amelia was thinking about it, men with really strong ties to Norse things weren't always on the up-and-up. She had met more than a few racists who were in love with Odin in her day. "I thought we agreed that this place was, like, cop paradise and thus fundamentally bad?"

She didn't know if Matt was thinking about something actually bad - a good reason for him to be the most wanted man in the Iron - but she was feeling more or less like any criminal record in this could be taken with a grain of salt. It was one of the aspects of her job that she wasn't entirely comfortable with. Amelia was a black woman employed by SHIELD, arguably, an organization of cops. Most of her day-to-day involved flying planes - there were very few days like these, where she was sent out to bring back a prisoner. Those days, she could push aside her feelings in the moment, but they always came back to her in moments of stillness.

Bonnie frowned, wondering herself what exactly had gone on with Raynor, Matt, Maria, and Flynn - those four seemed to have been more or less paired off together, she deduced, figuring they must have been in the same interrogation room. Was she surprised to learn that Raynor was the most wanted criminal here? Not really. He was aggressive and violent and rude. She was apprehensive, however, to learn the extent of what he had done - to learn about the sort of person they had on the team with them. Whatever Raynor had done was a reflection on all of them, especially if they decided to tolerate it. She knew there were several heroes who had once been villains, but they had atoned and faced their past - had Raynor?

Had he faced justice for whatever it was he had done? Had he made amends? "We can wait for Raynor and Sparky to rejoin the group," Bonnie affirmed. "I'm assuming whatever he did was deadly serious. We should all be prepared to have a discussion about what we're going to do, once we all have the information." She was prepared to hand him over to the Iron to face justice if that was what was warranted. Unlike Amelia, Bonnie wasn't uncomfortable with recovering prisoners.

She then noticed something strange. "Celestine, are you alright?"

Celestine's head was shaking to the right abruptly over and over and over again, as if she were glitching.

"Agent?"

Celestine stopped. The power to the ship was cut and they began to go into freefall. "Celestine isn't here anymore," Celestine said in a strangely clipped tone. "There is only the Iron."

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Raynor had never felt so horribly guilty in his entire life before. And yet, there was no one he could blame besides himself. He had been the one to make these choices, he had been the one to stay silent and not explain the truth to Sparky, the woman he loved. A part of him felt that he didn't deserve her anymore, as much as that made him fall into the trope of the wretched man who could only be redeemed by the love of a pure hearted woman. Maybe it would be better if he lied to her, if he convinced her to hate him. She could go back to their daughter and he could send child-support.

He was the God of Lies - deceit and falsehoods were in his nature. He had his uncle's silver serpent tongue. Sparky's demands of honesty from him... was he even capable of being entirely truthful? Was that within his nature?

"You want the truth?" Raynor finally said, his voice deadly quiet. "I'm the God of Lies. The truth is like poison on my tongue. I've never said a true word to you before now, Lana Bannerdattir. I pretended to be a hero because I thought it would be funny. I wish I could take credit for all the misery and misfortune that's happened, but I can't. I was the one, though, who whispered to the Black Order of Thanos' bastard son, stranded on Midgard. I was the one who convinced the Skrulls that this pathetic blue rock was their promised land. I'm a monster. I've killed because I was bored. I'm the most bloodied warrior on this world, in this time. Does that scare you, Lana? No one will believe you if you say anything. That's my power. I can make you believe any lie, but I want you to know the truth because it's fun."

His heart was breaking. But this was for the best. He'd find enough magic to send her home, he'd make sure that she and Zarina were well cared for, and he would get what he deserved - nothing, nothing at all.

And to make matters worse, the engines in the plane suddenly stopped and they started to rapidly descend! Raynor reflexively pulled Sparky into his arms, using his body as a shield, doing what he could to protect her.

The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Kirah

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Genosha: August 3rd, 2021 - 9:50 AM

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Veil

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Location: The Grove
Skills: N/A

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"I think we can go meet with the others, and then see if there's anything useful we can do," Veil suggested to Spark Plug. She imagined the others would be at least interested to know that James, Callie, and Veil had been made part of the Quiet Council, the ruling body of Genosha. Veil could've approached the opportunity with cynicism, but she had bought into the promise of Genosha - of a place where mutants could build each other up and work together to do great things. But at the same time, she had to try to push down and bury the fear that a massacre or a great tragedy could happen again - one that the island may not be able to survive.

She knew that the others would be at the Green Lagoon and Veil quickly realized that James was headed in that direction as well, but she didn't run to catch up to him. She figured Callie and her could go at a slower, more leisurely pace. She started walking to the Green Lagoon, going in sync with her friend. Her mind kept tossing and turning between ideas, almost all of them revolving around their new home. There was another subject she wanted to hear Spark Plug's thoughts on and she figured as they headed back, now was as good a time as any. "What're your thoughts on the X-Men having never come to Genosha?"

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Casper & Sunshine

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Location: the Green Lagoon
Skills: Mediumship

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Casper playfully tried to bite Max's finger after Max booped him on the nose. Ben rolled his eyes at Casper's antics, although the ghoul was having fun. He was getting to hear Dazzler sing and watch his friends be idiots - for a ghost, there wasn't much more that he could ask for. Well, aside from asking to be brought back to life, but he doubted that was going to happen anytime soon. Only the X-Men got to come back from the dead on the regular - and Jack, apparently. "No one else on the island can do tarot? Huh, I would've thought Selene might know how - she seems the type. It's a French thing and she's got that vague European appearance to her, with all the magicky type stuff. Do you think the Scarlet Witch can do tarot? She's European - Jackie, I know you hate tarot, but who else do you think could do it on the island?" Casper rambled.

He then stuck his head up, hearing Echo mention his name and something about boundaries. "What did I do this time?" Casper shouted. "If I was drunk, then I bet I was the life of the party, but tell me about these boundaries and... I'm assuming I broke them? I do tend to break things. You should ask my maman, I broke so many lamps growing up. And most of her heels. Those things snap sooo easily and you can't actually turn them into flats, fun fact..."

"Nothing, dumb-dumb," Sunshine answered Casper. She snorted a little bit at Echo's request for her to matchmake him. She knew that he had been with a woman at one point, but she couldn't see him with any of the women on the island. That left the men and others for her to work with. She drummed her fingers on the table, thinking for a bit. "Actually, you should hook up with Northstar. He's French-Canadian like you, might be a little boyfriend-twin but that's fine, and he's an asshole. He's also a twin."

"I thought he was dating Kyle?" Marrow raised.

Sunshine shrugged. "I heard they broke up, Kyle didn't want to move to Genosha. But whatever. His loss. Also, Northstar can do way better than a flatscan anyways."

"Hmm, you're right - he'd be much better on the Real Housewives of Genosha if he's single," Marrow agreed. A bunch of the queer mutants had been campaigning to get the Quiet Council to approve a Bravo show. So far, it was all just fan-casting at the moment as to who would be on it, but Northstar was a popular pick.

When Zari asked what it meant to be ace, Sunshine had to stifle some giggles. She had only learned about asexuality a few months ago herself, but she certainly wasn't going to let anyone here realize that. Andy gave a far more thorough explanation that Sunshine herself would have, and she watched Zari with interest, wondering if the baby-queer was about to hatch from her egg.

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Hellfire Manor...

Stacy X was one of the many non human passing mutants on Genosha. Prior to relocating to the island, she had been a sex worker in a mutant brothel called X-Ranch, where she used her pheromone powers to service her clients. Now, in the Hellfire Manor and currently trying to take care of all these children, Stacy X was using her pheromone control to get some goddamn peace and quiet, putting the babies down for a nap.

"No, I have everything entirely under control," Stacy X replied, rolling her eyes. "Yes, I could use a fucking extra set of hands - or twenty. Find it real hard to believe I'm the only one on this island who gives a shit about these kids - and you, I guess, unless you're here to look and have a laugh?" Stacy X asked, crossing her arms. Her body had portions that seemed to be more like snake-skin than human skin. "If that's the case, then you can go fuck yourself. But if you're actually here to help, then it smells like it's diaper duty 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: Praetor Tent
Skills: N/A

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Nancy walked with her best friends to the dining pavilion, as much as she didn't want to show her face to other people. She was feeling so vulnerable and afraid, and she couldn't afford for anyone aside from Niah and Mads to see her like that. The only other person she'd consider let seeing the cracks in her facade was her half-brother, Zeke, but she hadn't spoken to him since the explosion last night at the arena. Her pride was preventing her from wanting to see him, just as it was influencing her decision to want to withdraw the Legion from Camp Half-blood. She didn't want to be around these Greeks anymore, she wanted to fix New Rome and save her friends. She had almost forgotten about how Chiron wanted a Greek representative to stay with the Roman Senate and she groaned internally. She'd rather gag herself with a spoon.

She didn't feel much like eating either when they reached the pavilion, but Nancy piled up her plate - she figured Joanie would eat the food if she didn't. She noticed Niah take a seat down and Nancy kept her face guarded, but on the inside she just felt embarrassed. She thought they were going to eat together in private, but maybe that was just what Nancy wanted, and not what Niah wanted? Nancy's emotions were all over the place. Thankfully, Mads communicated that it was time to go back, and Nancy felt relieved and guilty. "Yeah, if that's what you two want to do," Nancy said, doing her best to sound nonchalant and casual about it all.

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Iris Cabin -> Dining Pavilion
Skills: Superspeed

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"Hmm, not sure if meeting Aphrodite would be a good thing - she's a heartbreaker," Leda mused. It wasn't that she didn't respect the goddess of love and beauty and laughter - she did, in the same way Leda respected all of the gods as she enjoyed not being smited. It was more that whenever Aphrodite showed up, it didn't tend to mean ~yay, this is a stable and secure relationship!~ She was an omen of relationship drama. And while Leda's feelings for Kiera had started out as just a crush at first, their relationship had really blossomed into something sweet and precious, and Leda didn't want to risk messing it up. Especially not now when they were going to get their first trip together (with the caveat that they'd have to watch out for Arthur too).

"Alright, mate, you're on!" Leda grinned, excited for the brief chance to stretch her legs, although from here it would only take a few seconds to get to the dining pavilion. One of these days they ought to have a proper Iris/Hermes Cabin race, with a track that would take them all at least a few minutes to cover. Leda then went off at a sprint, running in all of her rainbow power glory from the cabin all the way into the dining pavilion, speeding on through and only stopping to grab herself a plate and begin to pile it high with food.

🌠 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 did not like hugs. On the list of things she loved were skulls and spiders and arsenic and coffee and scream queens. At the top of things she disliked? Hugs and ordinary non-creepy children. Hugs felt like someone was trying to smoother her in a blanket made out of rainbows, sunshine, and sugar. She would have appreciated the attempted murder in any other context, but here? It made Megan tense up, her entire body screaming against this violation of her nature. She was dark and mysterious and creepy and odd and funny - she wasn't touchy-feely by any means. By the time Guinevere stepped away and made a comment about how big Megan had gotten, Megan felt like she had just survived a near death experience. Two unsolicited hugs from strangers in one day.

"I... Yes. The alternative would be being dead," Megan replied to Guinevere. "Child burial options can be strange. During my residency, I heard about a family who bought a custom Spongebob urn for their child. It was horrific. Imagine spending your afterlife with that... that thing." Megan didn't know why she was saying this. All she knew was that she couldn't stand the silence and she didn't know what to say to Guinevere, so speaking about burial urns for children was apparently what her mind had settled on. Her eyes darted around the scenery, as if daring another biological relative of hers to appear and hug her.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: the Woods
Skills: Asgardian Magic, Asgardian Magic Attacks

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"A touch," Runa answered Klara, glad to see her cousin contributing towards them winning this fight. The fiery one had been more or less handled, so now they had a new problem presenting itself - the Quicksilvers were practically identical. Runa sighed. If Pietro had been more adventuresome in his outfits, then they wouldn't have this sort of problem. She made a mental note to drag him shopping with her once they had a chance, perhaps in Shi'Ar space - the Shi'Ar always had the best looks. "Hold on, I've got this."

Runa concentrated, divining the identities of the Quicksilvers through her mannaz (man) rune. The answer then came to her in a moment - the one with the lighter shirt. She then decided the best thing to do would be to color code them. Using the gebō (gift) rune, Runa transformed the outfit of the other Quicksilver into traditional Midgardian superhero garb - a blue outfit with a white lightning streak across the chest, with matching white gloves and boots. "There, the one in blue is the wrong Pietro," Runa exclaimed to Klara, before casting a spell that she heard was quite popular on Midgard and seemed quite appropriate for the situation - fireball.

She scorched the false Quicksilver, knocking him to the ground. He (and his new outfit) had a decent amount of burns.

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Guin Stark

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Location: New York City Motel
Skills: Telepathy, Telepathic Battle Meditation

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Guin was happy to see that Annie was pretty capable and confident in her skills when it came to casting illusions. She was used to working with Lance on things, but honestly, Guin was vibing pretty well with Annie at the moment. It was probably mostly because Annie didn't have her head up her ass. She had half a mind to use her powers on Lance to knock him out as well, he was acting like a brat. She watched as he walked over to one of the vents and pulled out a baggie of pills. For a brief moment, she was tempted to go take the bag from him and take a few of the pills for herself. But the moment passed.

Blue and red lights flooded the room, as sirens sounded off from nearby. The cops had arrived. Guin didn't know if the cops were there for them specifically or if this was some sort of raid on the motel - which, given the character of the receptionist, wouldn't have been all too surprising to her. They couldn't leave Lana though to the mercy of the cops - Guin didn't trust the police, especially not with an unconscious mutant girl. Annie gave a plan, whereas Lance decided to double down on being an absolute dick. Guin was really tempted now to knock him out too. "I'll assist you, Annie," Guin said, not acknowledging anything Lance had said, knowing that he was likely just looking for a fight. She used her powers two-fold with great success: 1) using her telepathic battle meditation technique, she boosted her allies' powers and 2) using her own telepathy, she added telepathic layers to Annie's illusions, reaching directly into people's minds.

I'm going to kill Lance. Your situation sounds frustrating. Hopefully the cops don't kill us before you get here.

....One, why do you want to kill Lance? And two, that didn't really answer my question of is it annoying to fight me or whatever? Cause I really want to know the answer to that.

I mean, yes? But it was also really hot.

Ok then... Now back to why do you want to kill Lance?

He's being a major dick. And keeps picking up drugs like they're candy.