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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A few hours had gone by in Arthur and Guinevere's small cabin in the woods. Megan wasn't as extremely uncomfortable as she had been when she first encountered them, but she still felt tense and awkward. She couldn't help but feel that Arthur and Guinevere felt a connection to her that she just didn't share. She didn't remember them. She didn't know them. They didn't really know her - maybe they knew someone she had once been, but Megan hardly remembered her childhood in Camelot. Those memories and that person were gone. It was really just her surname and her faintly British accent that remained.

Arthur had taken up the leadership position, standing on the trail outside of the cabin. Megan was outside as well with her belongings, ready to take the next portion of their journey. The closer they were able to get to overthrowing Maleficent, the better. She hadn't been in this land very long, but Megan knew that Maleficent was a cruel and wicked tyrant - someone she would have adored to see in a film or a book, but in practice, she despised. Dark things were only fun when they weren't oppressing people's freedom and free will.

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 was shaking, even as the vision ended. She felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to scream and cry and hurl all at once. She was vaguely aware of Mads and Niah around her, although they felt incredibly distant, like there was a bad connection. She shook her head at Niah's offer of a drink, unaware that tears were streaming down her face, hot and wet. Someone else appeared, mentioning something about the Greeks, before running off again. Normally, Nancy would've put on a brave face, refusing to allow someone that wasn't one of her closest friends to see her so fragile and vulnerable - but she couldn't do it this time. She felt like a raw nerve. She felt almost like she had that day when those men had attempted to violate her. All of her trauma was coming to the forefront of her mind all at once and she felt both physically and emotionally sick.

"I can't go back there," Nancy sobbed. She didn't actually know if she had been a part of her own vision, but she was too emotional to think through that at the moment. All she knew was that she had been forced to go there in her vision, witnessing a prophecy. "I can't go back to that fucking place," Nancy said. In her mind, Mads and Niah already knew what she was talking about - she didn't realize she hadn't even communicated that properly to them. She hadn't even raised herself into a seated position, still on her back as Mads and Niah had directed her body as the vision overcame her.

Nancy had never felt so helpless before in her life.

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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

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Leda chuckled slightly as Kiera asked if she was going to be able to eat all of that. "'Course I can, luv. I'm not one to waste food. And even if there were leftovers, I'm sure Mum wouldn't mind an extra helping," Leda explained. She had read a lot of Flash comics when she first discovered her demigod abilities, using them to ground herself in her power. The Flash had to eat a bunch of food in order to get enough calories to run everywhere, something that Leda had found also held true for the demigod speedster. It made sense, though - energy had to come from somewhere, right?

Chiron then got everyone's attention at the front of the room, explaining that he had some announcements for people going on the Quests. Leda was a little bit curious as to what they would be - though, she figured it was just something about Argus dropping them all off at the bus stop in the Camp Van or something like that, probably nothing too interesting or exciting. She noticed her sister Tammy dash off, probably to go fetch everyone who wasn't here and who was going on a Quest.

What If?

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Jade Cornish

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"I can handle this. I'm not worried," Jade said honestly over the communicator to Alex. She wasn't worried. She was incredibly confident. She had been killed once before and it didn't take. Part of her even figured if she did die here today, there was a 50-50 shot that someone else would find a means of resurrecting her - she had hardly known Darren and he sold his soul for her. He was burning in hell at this very moment, all so that Jade could breathe the air here in New York and take down Magneto. She had killed the Devil already - doing it again wouldn't be particularly hard. Maybe the Avengers should've approached her for membership - maybe more of them would still be alive.

"Any plans you could try to get to us of the area Magneto's taken over - near Madison Square Garden - would be helpful," Jade said. She wasn't one for showing more positive or gushy emotion, so she didn't end with an I love you or anything, rather just leaving a moment of silence. She didn't have time to waste talking to Alex. He'd been updated on the situation. Hopefully he could give some aid, but if not, that was fine. She needed to get back to her, ugh, her team soon and start getting things into motion.

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Guinevere Stark

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Guin was feeling a little hesitant with all the questions Edus had about her power - she didn't have very fine tuned control over it. The psychological trauma of everything that had happened and then just the circumstances they were stuck in meant that she didn't have a super great grasp on it, not as much as she could have. She didn't want to be close to people and that's what her power required, being so close to someone that she literally became them. "Yeah, I can use their power but, it's not like they come with an instruction manual, and those powers aren't always intuitive. So unless they happen to be similar to a power one of our group has, it'll be my first time trying to use it." She hated that she didn't have good control over her power. But another part of the problem was she gained her power the day her father died - she couldn't help but connect the two in her mind, her power and his death.

"I'll go wherever, but I'm guessing you'll want me on recon," Guin said. If she could find someone to hop bodies with, it would be an easy-ish way to handle things - assuming someone could knock out her body or restrain it or something. She didn't want to leave someone like Sabretooth inside of her body unattended. And then there was the issue that if she did bodyhop, whoever she swapped with couldn't be kept in the tunnels, else they would learn where the resistance was based out of.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu

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EARTH 257 - 6:40 AM Nov. 14th, 2021 - the Iron

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Stolen Ship

The universe seemed to really be vibing with Cass, as Cass would manage to perfectly, flawlessly, and gracefully get herself strapped into a seat. Her movements would more or less seem effortless, like she had been born to try to strap herself into a crashing ship. "Uhh... whatever you say, boss!" Amelia replied to Cass' suggestion about using air currents. As was the case, the cosmic luck seemed to have abandoned Amelia, as Amelia couldn't make the air all around the ship stir - it was just too much, it felt like trying to control a hurricane, she just wasn't strong enough. "I can't do the thing!" Maria would be able to get herself into a seat, although without the ease and grace of Cass.

Raynor hit the ground when Sparky dropped him, only to then be scooped up by Oliver and rushed into a seat and strapped in a moment later. Raynor opened his mouth to protest, but then promptly closed it. He knew that he was in deep trouble with everyone at the moment, as much as he wanted to yell that Oliver should've gone for someone weaker and more fragile to strap in - like that new girl, Darcy - rather than himself. He also figured that over Darcy's screaming, it would be hard for people to hear him anyways, and arguing right now wasn't going to make things any better.

Sparky kicked the power back on and Amelia instantly pulled on the controls, attempting to halt their descent. She had no idea how high up they had been, but they had been falling for a while, and she figured any second now could mean impact. Luckily, Amelia was one of the best damn pilots there ever was. "Hold on tight, mates!" Amelia instructed, as she put all the power she had into the engines, the plane's descent abruptly stopping and changing as they began to climb almost vertically - anyone who wasn't seated and strapped in would fall to the ground, bruising themselves badly - before eventually leveling out. "Whew, those were some serious G's, you all okay?" Amelia asked. Most people on the ship would feel like vomiting. Those 'serious G's' Amelia exclaimed about were likely why Oliver's speed more or less had run out for a moment there.

"Owww...." Darcy complained, holding her head. She had a nasty gash on her forehead from slamming into something during the abrupt leveling of the plane. "And I thought flying Gamma Air was bad..." she grumbled. She hadn't ever flown outside of the Iron before, but she had flown within the Iron from time to time, especially for academic conferences and whatnot.

Folly had hit the wall as well, but the bruising that resulted had already healed, thanks to her mutant power. "I hate homo novissima," Folly said, shaking her head slightly as she looked at the thing that was once Celestine.

Bonnie, despite having been strapped in by Oliver (for which she was very thankful), was feeling more or less horrible. She hadn't had much experience with G-force before and she was pregnant. Her skin looked like a light shade of green and she was sweating profusely, telling herself as a doctor that everything was fine, this was a perfectly normal response... But it didn't change the sense of stress and shame as Bonnie's head lurched forward, and she vomited onto the ground in front of her, some of the vomit hitting her feet.

"I'm... I'm fine," Bonnie said, pausing for a moment, before vomiting again.

The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Kirah

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

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Veil & Casper & Sunshine

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Location: the Green Lagoon
Skills: Mediumship

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Veil's thoughts darted back towards Max's plan to raise the dead - and the knowledge that Mister Sinister had done so successfully with Jack. She was vaguely aware of other cases where the dead had come back to life, usually happening to the most prominent, A-list superheroes - and mages. It all then clicked into place in her head. She was angry at the X-Men for not saving their people - if she didn't do what she could to bring the dead back to them, she was no better. She made up her mind then. She would tell Max what Sinister had done.

Veil hugged Spark Plug back, smiling ever so slightly. "I think it might be time to spill the beans to Max with what happened to Jack." She didn't want to immediately say openly the prospect of raising the dead - so much loss had happened on the island recently, she didn't want to get people's hopes up if they were overheard. That would be worse - promising to bring back the ones they lost, only to fail.

Meanwhile, at the table, any chance Casper had of remembering that Jack wanted to speak to him privately had really gone out the window. He was already distracted and hyperactive on a good day - and now, his lovingly adorable James was here and asking if he was ready to adopt a child. Casper felt ever so slightly faint. He didn't know if he was responsible enough to be a father - he then calmed down instantly, reminding himself that even if he wasn't ready, James was certainly more than ready. And they had talked about it and if Destiny, the weird mutant seer, said to do so, that wasn't much different than the tarot cards, right?

"Sure!" Casper blurted, before standing up from the table. "We have to pick a cute one though, we have standards to uphold in our family," Casper then joked. "Actually though, just no straight babies... I'm kidding... Unless...?" he said. It was really hard to tell if he was joking or not, as Casper rarely took anything seriously at all.

"Those are a hoax," Ben said to Max, referring to his comment about the oujia board, even though only Casper could hear him.

Sunshine raised an eyebrow at James asking Casper about getting a kid. "Are you sure he's old enough for that?" she asked, before returning her attention to her little conversation group at the table - Marrow, Echo, and technically Valkyrie, although Sunshine was ignoring Valkyrie as Valkyrie seemed to have the social skills of a baby worm. There wasn't much of a point in explaining things to her, especially as she was beeping and booping along with that weird robot thing of hers. Honestly, sometimes Sunshine wasn't even sure what Valkyrie was even doing here.

"You should ask him out, I'm sure he'd say yes," Marrow said with a shrug. "Especially if you're on good terms with his sister, Aurora."

Sunshine's eyes then widened and she snorted a bit. "Actually, I don't think you and Northstar can date... because there's a rumor going around that Aurora and Veil might hook-up, so it would be some twin on twin action which is a little too much."

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Hellfire Manor...

The small girl with purple hair and eyes tilted her head at Miranda. "Purple Mongoose," the girl answered, before reaching out and yanking on Miranda's hair. "Why your hair look like poop?" she then asked, referring to the brown color of Miranda's hair. Stacy X started cracking up slightly in the corner. "Yeah, why does your hair look like shit, dear?" Stacy asked Miranda.

Outside the Green Lagoon...

Magneto's facial expression would be a little bit easier to Andy to read - there was a slight hint of anger there, with an almost pensive tone to it. It wasn't anger directed at her however. "The Council thinks that what ails Genosha can be solved with a drunken soirée," Magneto said bluntly. "Sometimes I wonder if in our new home, we've become soft and vulnerable, easy pickings for homo sapiens and their monstrous machines," he then admitted. "The horrors of my youth repeated, this time for the mutants instead of the Jews."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: NYC Motel, Outside
Skills: Asgardian Magic, Darkness Manipulation, Darkness Constructs, Asgardian Magic Attacks

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As anticipated, Midgard's meager forces were distracted by her demonic shadow construct Runa was puppeteering. The Midgardian bullets were flying harmlessly through the shadow construct, as it was not made out of flesh or bone, instead made out of shadows and the absence of light. The cops had not heeded her warning though and Runa twisted her hands inward, controlling the shadow monster, and causing the construct to stomp on the cops, crushing a good portion underneath its heel. She had slain many of the forces present, with the rest scattering and running towards the hotel for refuge. Runa's eyes narrowed. It was cowardly of them. "Not so fast," she murmured, before swinging her left arm forward, and the shadow construct then kicked, hitting most of the remaining cops - and the front of the building.

A gigantic chunk of the front of the building was now gone, obliterated by her minion's kick. Runa raised an eyebrow. It was easy to forget how fragile Midgardian structures were - such a kick wouldn't have knocked down any of the walls in Odin's halls. The front of the building looked like it might be about to crumble - along with the rest of it. Still, Pietro had run inside - he was fast, he would be able to get everyone out, Runa was certain of that. And if not, Lance could shift into the beast and use his body to protect himself and the others from the destruction. "Cousin, would you mind casting a spell with me to reinforce that building? Midgardian craftsmanship is rather disappointing."

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Guin Stark

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Location: New York City Motel
Skills: Telepathy

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Guin chuckled ever so slightly at Annie whispering thanks to her - and acknowledging that she had done most of the work. She had only recently begun applying herself at a telepath, honing the focused totality of her psychic powers, and it felt good to finally succeed at it. Guin wasn't used to having to try at things - most things were either easy or just given to her. For instance, she hadn't had to go through SHIELD's academy system, instead just put into the field. She never had had to study for tests or exams or even give an assignment more than a second thought in school - she was a prodigy, it was easy, she was a gifted child, she didn't need to learn how to struggle and how to fail. Her psychic powers were the first things she really had to struggle with to become good at.

She considered what Annie said about their being a secret way out - her mind flickered to prohibition era structures, was this motel even old enough? It seemed old, but Guin doubted that it was actually that old. The odds seemed slim to her that there were any fun secret exits, but maybe she was wrong. "Yeah, that... that's Runa," Guin replied softly to Annie. Pietro then showed up and Guin couldn't help but feel relieved - as cliche as it seemed, he made her feel safe. And she trusted that at the very least, he'd make sure that Amidala, her cute little pet, managed to get out okay.

"... I don't love leaving people behind, but the more we talk, the less running time you have. Maybe I can give you a psychic boost, help you go faster."

Roll request

If Pietro accepts, Guin will use her telepathy to basically help him focus/hone his speed better

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: Prophecy

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Niah's line was so corny and gross that Nancy, despite her general melodramatic mood, couldn't help but laugh a little bit at it - it made her want to gag, hearing that they were in Niah's heart, as sweet as the sentiment was. "Thank the gods you aren't going with Leandra, that bitch would stab you in the back as soon as she had a chance," Nancy muttered darkly. Nancy dried her eyes with her free hand, holding onto Mads' hand and feeling a little calmer, a little more reassured. Her friends were being positive - she had to be positive for them, too. She had to be optimistic about all of this. "If I join the Hunt, who's going to be there to watch over your asses?" Nancy then joked, turning to look again at Niah and Mads, only to suddenly stiffen. Her vision went dark as her body began to jerk and spasm, her head jerking and her legs kicking. To everyone else, it would look like she was having a seizure.

But to Nancy, she was trapped in a vision in her least favorite place in the world. Her heart felt like it stopped beating when she recognized her surroundings - the Lotus Hotel and Casino. The place. The place where bad things, no terrible things had happened to her. She could remember like yesterday getting into the scalding hot water of the shower, scrubbing her body until her knuckles cracked and bled, all in an attempt to feel clean, but she couldn't scrub what had happened away. She wanted to scream for help - as small as it made her felt, she wanted to scream for her father. Instead, she watched as a group of five Greeks started to explore the hotel, eventually a door in a secluded part of the Casino came into view, monsters spilling out of it.

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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

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"Yikes, tough crowd," Leda said, seeing both Andy and Arthur completely ignore her as they got up and left the table. The two of them seemed to be very into spending time together, and as they were little, Leda didn't want to go 'oh they must be dating!' but it was still very cute. They seemed like best friends. But at the same time, Leda couldn't help but be slightly annoyed - was it too hard for them to give her a little acknowledgment or whatever? They could bus their dishes but not say hi? Whatever, it was their loss, not hers. Thankfully, Kiera filled her in on what they had been talking about - just the quests in general.

She rolled her eyes at the slowpoke comment, knowing Kiera was saying it on purpose. "I needed to give you some time to miss me, babe," she joked. "And I think a better question is what am I not eating for breakfast?" she then added. Her plate was practically overflowing with all of the breakfast-y goodness she had piled onto it. Such was the speedster's lot - all of that running gave her one majorly grumbly stomach and the only solution was carbs, carbs, and more carbs.

🌠 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's brief moment of anger with King Arthur and Queen Guinevere subsided, hearing that they would be joining them on this quest - good. She didn't feel a personal attachment to them, but that didn't mean she couldn't be disappointed if the royals had decided to let others fight for the good of the people in the land. She was still slightly suspicious of Arthur and Guinevere, as history taught her that there were no truly good royals, but maybe myths were an exception. Maybe they actually were good people put in positions of power by divine right or whatever excuse they were peddling that week. "Oh," Megan said. "Good."

She didn't know if she needed to apologize or not for being a bit snippy, but she hadn't been intentionally rude - well, beyond more or less alluding that kings should be beheaded, but it wasn't like King Arthur knew anything about Marie Antoinette. "I'm not used to seeing kings and queens who aren't either tyrants or puppets," Megan then explained. Despite growing up in Kansas, she spoke with a soft British accent - a relic of her youth in this world, she realized.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu

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EARTH 257 - 6:30 AM Nov. 14th, 2021 - S.W.O.R.D. HQ, the Iron

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Stolen Ship

Cass tried nobly to grab the tools and assist, but she was knocked onto her ass, hitting the floor of the ship. The abrupt nature of the power being cut meant they were falling rapidly and keeping balance was challenging, even for the superhuman. Case in point, Darcy ended up falling to the side, slamming into the wall and groaning slightly from what had almost definitely left a series of bruises up her side. Maria tried to notch an arrow, but the suddenness of it caused her to actually drop her bow, the bow then sliding across the floor away from her. Flynn narrowly missed slamming into Matt, something that definitely would've improved their relationship, and he'd manage to stop his fall. Niah moved to try to get her magic headphones on Celestine, but ended up falling and hitting her nose on the ground, ouch, the headphones skidding away from her.

Matt, seemingly the genius of the group, managed to grab onto a bar secured to the side of one of the consoles, keeping himself from falling. Folly started to lose her balance, only to narrowly recover, keeping herself from going to the ground. Bonnie's reflexes similarly allowed her to grab onto a nearby support and stabilize herself. Amelia jumped upwards, manipulating the air currents around herself in order to balance on her tippy toes.

But in a stroke of cosmic stupidity, the person who fared worst of all was none other than the being formerly known as Celestine. The technopath pitched forward from the sudden change in momentum. But Celestine and everyone around wasn't the only one going flying. Maybe it was bad luck, maybe it was Amelia's air current manipulation or Oliver's speed, maybe it was just the force of gravity - but Folly's muramasa blade had pitched forward as well. There was a SNIKT! as Celestine's body came to a stop, impaled on that horrific blade.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Darcy screamed, terrified for her life. "SOMEONE DO SOMETHING OR WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!"

"Jesus bloody fucking mother of Christ!" Amelia cursed, combining a few expressions into one. She tip-toed her way on over to the pilot's seat, manipulating the air around herself in order to stabilize herself, keeping her from losing her balance. When she got there, she took a seat and then saw that - well, she saw nothing. They still didn't have any power. Whatever Celestine/not-Celestine had done, it hadn't ended with Celestine's death. "Someone needs to turn the bloody power back on or we're all going to go splat! Like those eggs we tossed off the roof as kids!"

"Sparky, can you get the power back on?" Bonnie asked quickly. Sparky was an electrical engineer with electricity powers, as well as the ability to fly. She was pretty much the most qualified person on the ship at the moment in order to fix things and keep them from dying. "Oliver, can you make sure everyone is strapped in, just in case we have a crash landing?" she asked the speedster, figuring if he moved fast enough he would be able to keep his balance more or less.

Raynor's heart was pounding, realizing the situation. He didn't know if he preferred this to the conversation he had been having with Sparky. Namely, his concern wasn't for himself - it was for her. He knew that he could walk away from this, he was an Asgardian, it might break every bone in his body but he would live to tell the tale - Sparky? Not so much. Of course, her reminder that she could fly did comfort him, but she also had an annoying tendency to want to help and save others - and that was what he worried would get her killed.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: the Woods -> NYC Motel, Outside
Skills: Infinite Deception of Words, Asgardian Magic, Darkness Manipulation, Darkness Constructs, Asgardian Magic Attacks

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Runa had been about to offer to conjure up a simple glamour for Pietro, in order to keep him from being too easily spotted - of course, Klara did have an edge on her when it came to glamour magic. Love and beauty magic went hand in hand in Runa's experience, but she didn't do shabby work at glamours by any means. She remembered one of her earliest glamours rather fondly - she had been going to a party with her old beau, a Roman god with blinding golden hair, located in the last vestiges of Roman civilization deep in the Amazon jungle. Such reminiscing was cut short when Pietro spirited them away, coming to a stop in what looked like an alleyway in New York City. Runa both loved and detested the concrete landscape of New York - it was a marvel and miracle, just as it was a horrific affront to nature.

Pietro explained the situation and Runa nodded. She knew that she had been avoiding using her power, after the trouble it had been giving her in Nova Corps territory. But there was no reason to get in her head about it. She took a pause. "I can handle the guards," she volunteered, slipping into the Asgardian vernacular for a moment. "Klara, if you wouldn't mind assisting, in mind and body? That allows Pietro then to retrieve the others." Runa then focused, Gandr extending out to full length as her staff glowed in front of her, she felt the swirling eddies of reality around her and she lied.

"The cops are all asleep." Klara contradicted her lie and Runa tugged at the strings of reality, snapping her fingers. But instead of the large release of magical power she was accustomed to, it was more a sad and timid result - she barely made any of the officers go to sleep. Her eyebrows furrowed. "The cops vanished into the aether," Runa lied, going with a more violent and permanent solution, her own frustration feeding into her choice. Klara contradicted the claim, seemingly not bothered by the violence, and Runa snapped. Half of the cops disappeared into nothingness.

"Their fellows likely will have noticed that. Go now, Pietro," Runa urged, before now going for a more showy bit of magic. She gathered up darkness around her and breathed life into a construct, using her magic to give it a voice, and she sent a large shadow-y looking demon out into the fray.

"I will spare those who flee. The rest, I will suckle on the marrow of your bones, and the bones of your children and their children after them, until nothing is left of your line but blood and pain," Runa/the shadow demon said.

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Guin Stark

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Location: New York City Motel
Skills: Telepathy

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A voice popped into her head - Pietro, thankfully having arrived to the rescue. They had managed to avoid getting arrested and/or shot at so far, but knowing that there was a speedster outside with a pair of actual Norse goddesses made Guin feel much better about their chances. They still had to deal with the dead weight of Lana and of course, Guin was feeling guilty for the others in the hotel who weren't as lucky, who were being arrested while they were able to make an escape attempt. She wanted to help them, but they could barely help themselves as things stood. A glance out the window told her the entire place was surrounded too. It's me, Lance, Annie, and this girl we accidentally kidnapped. I don't know why the cops here, I assume because they're assholes, Guin answered.

...Sounds like the usual chaos that follows us around honestly

Guin then felt some of the cops... fall asleep? And then she heard a booming voice, threatening to suck on people's bones and eat their children. ...Is that you guys?

Yeah, it's Runa trying to scare people to get them away. Not sure how well this will work out if the cops decide to come after us or whatever.

Dramatic af. Anyways. Coast seems clear inside here, if you can speed on up and grab the girl. Maybe Lance too. Annie and I can get out ourselves, we've been kinda kicking ass with illusions.