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 nodded at what her brother was saying. It was all well and good, but ultimately didn't do much to put her mind at ease. There was a difference, unfortunately, between knowing something intellectually and knowing that same fact emotionally. She just couldn't help but fixate on trying to find some sort of flaw, some sort of concrete reason for her to have nothing to do with her biological parents - it would've been easiest to just leave them behind, pivot off into some other sort of adventure. But sadly, Megan believed strongly in social justice - and beheading tyrants like Maleficent. Lady Guinevere, then, asked Megan how she was and Megan tensed up ever so slightly. The only bit of familial tie she had really responded well to so far had been excalibur, but that was partially because she was a lesbian who adored a good sword. "I'm fine," Megan answered. "As happy as a well-fed maggot."

Her hand went to her blade as something stirred in the water, eventually turning out to be some sort of magical carriage, guided by sea horses. The escorts they had hired turned out to also be mermaids - Megan wondered if that made Sierra feel happy or annoyed. Arthur then solved the potential issue of there being extra passengers by throwing money at them and Megan had to wonder how King Arthur wasn't recognized - did people not even have decent portraits being passed around in this land? "Why didn't they recognize you?" Megan then asked quietly. She had an idea - but also just wanted to gain more context of this world.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Runa Baldurdattir & Guin Stark

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Location: New York City alley -> through a portal
Skills: N/A

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Runa relaxed, pleased that the Sorcerer Supreme of this dimension believed them - she hadn't been too certain how that would go, what with them having destroyed the greater portion of a city block. "Thank you. Myself and some of my companions are sorcerers in our own right and may be able to help you with the requisite spellcraft," Runa explained. Edus and Klara should both be able to assist, although they'd need to find Edus first. At least with Strange's aid, they had a stable place to operate from now and could begin the necessary spells to bring everyone into one spot. That would at least be one of their primary goals - just gathering everyone into one space, so that way they could all go home.

Runa stepped through the portal that Strange summoned, noticing what looked suspiciously like her Uncle Thor, his belly peaking out from underneath his shirt. Klara, understandably, was quite confused. Runa was speechless for a moment, not really certain what to say. She wasn't the most vocal of people anyways, but she had more or less felt a need to take on something of a leadership role, at least when it came to speaking with wizards. "...Hello, Uncle," Runa greeted, curtseying slightly.

Guin went through the portal as well, also pleasantly surprised that Strange hadn't decided to blow them all up - or question the fact that they had accidentally kidnapped someone. "So, you know that girl on the couch? We sorta accidentally abducted her, since she attacked us, we knocked her out, we couldn't leave her on the street because that was dangerous so... Any chance you have a magic spell or something that could send her on home?" Guin asked Strange, figuring it was best to jump out in front of this one.

Too bad his name isn't Merlin, it'd complete the little Camelot theme Lance and I have, Guin murmured idly to Pietro. She didn't really want to think about all of the horrible, fucked up things she had been shown. She wanted to think about anything else. Namely, she wanted to think about funny references and a way to get home - not that in this world, Pietro was a complete psychopath and a murderer. It was one thing to know that everyone had darkness within them - it was another thing to see exactly how that could all play out.

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 heard Niah's offer to switch places with her, a sentiment quickly echoed by Mads. Some base instinct of Nancy's cried out for her to accept the deal, to allow anyone else to go to the Lotus Hotel and Casino, but her more dominant nature knew it was wrong. As terrified as she was of that place, as traumatized, as weak as she felt... how could she ask her friends to go there? And if she were to deny fate, why not deny it all together and have none of them make that journey? "No no no no no no no," Nancy replied, her crying still uncontrollable. "You can't go." She wasn't emotionally coherent enough to explain her thoughts to her friends - to tell that that they weren't in the prophecy, that it was her, and that they couldn't do anything.

She couldn't explain to them how she wasn't the only one who was helpless, forced to play the part that the Fates decreed - they were just as trapped and stuck as she was.

Nancy forced herself up into a seated position, hugging her knees to her chest. "It has to be me. You can't switch with me," she sobbed. "But I refuse. The gods be damned. I can't. I can't do this. They can't ask me to do this - they can't ask me to go." She buried her face in her knees, her large curly hair helping to hide her. "You two should go without me. I'm cursed. Like some grody tragic figure of old."

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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 at Kiera volunteering her leftovers. "Very sweet of you, babes. Does your mum know about me?" she then asked. Kiera had been mentioning her mum on and off, whereas Leda didn't honestly think much about her mortal mother. She wasn't particularly close with her godly mother either, despite all of the time Leda dedicated towards worship of the Greek gods. Iris wasn't the most close of people, always dashing off from one thing to the next, so it wasn't like Leda spent a lot of quality bonding time with her. Brief conversations tended to be the norm between them. "Usually Argus gives us a lift into town, 'tho sometimes the older campers just borrow the van and use it pretty much the entire quest, not very often though."

Leda shrugged slightly. She figured information like that was probably things Chiron was about to give them all, and things might have changed since the last quest Leda had been on - not that it had been too long ago, just a year or two. Chiron then made his announcements and as Leda expected, he pretty much answered Kiera's one question. "Shall we go fetch our quest buddy and get this show on the road?" Leda asked Kiera.

The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Kirah

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Genosha: August 3rd, 2021 - 10:30 AM

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Veil & Casper & Sunshine

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Location: Various
Skills: Mediumship

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The Green Lagoon...

Marrow had gone off to get drinks for everyone from the bar, where Blob was serving up Genosha's finest, leaving Sunshine alone with Echo at the table. Sunshine shrugged when Echo asked if she was old enough to drink. "Does it matter?" she asked him. She hadn't bothered to check if there were any rules against it on Genosha - as far as she knew, the laws were rather limited and lax. Besides, she was an adult. She didn't really care if some long dead humans decided you had to be 21 years old to consume alcohol.

Sunshine rolled her eyes as he went on about how sweet and special she was - and to make a point, she punched him in the arm. "I'm not nice," Sunshine corrected, before sighing and continuing. "I just miss them all. They're supposed to be here with us. But they're gone. And we can't do shit about it." It didn't feel fair to her. Genosha was supposed to be for all mutants, but could that really be true when people like Waverley and Kristina weren't there? When they had died on the land that was supposed to be a paradise, a safe haven for their people?

Hellfire Manor...

"What if it's a garage sale?" Casper asked James. It was very hard to tell if he was joking in that moment. Casper said the strangest things sometimes and this was definitely one of those moments. Did he know that they wouldn't just keep a bunch of babies in the garage? Or was he making a self-aware joke about his somewhat strange behavior? The world may never know - well, a telepath could probably figure it out. Or James.

Purple Mongoose tilted her head, looking at Moneta with slightly squinted eyes, as if she was concentrating really hard on something. "Are you old?" she then asked.

Stacy X glanced up, noticing that two newcomers had come inside - Casper and James. Their reputations preceded them, as heroes of Genosha. But Stacy didn't see them as different than any of the other hotshots on the island, especially the ones who were too busy to deal with the orphaned youth of the 198. "Sure, I've got a spot on my dance card," Stacy replied.

"I have a question to start - who are you and this is a more a comment than a question, but I looove the snake skin! Very chic," Casper chattered. Stacy X looked vaguely familiar to him, giving him the idea that he might have met her during one of his drunken, high nights. "Ben, have I met her before?" Casper asked, before pouting. "Right, Ben went with Max, so rude," he muttered.

"We've met, Casper," Stacy X said with a laugh. "I'm sad you don't remember to mind-blowing experience I gave you. Maybe we'll have to do it again sometime."

Outside the Green Lagoon...

Magneto was waiting for Andy to come back with Zarina; nothing too interesting was going on there. However, he recognized someone leave the Green Lagoon, noticing that it was the son of one of his former friends, for lack of a better term. "Stretch," Magneto called out, before walking up to Jack. "We haven't been properly introduced, I realize, something I intend to rectify. I was once good friends with your mother."

Max's Room...

Unseen by everyone, Ben had perched on Max's bed, listening to the conversation with interest. He was a ghost - he was used to eavesdropping, learning things that others didn't. But even he hadn't been aware of all of this - that Jack had died and been resurrected by Mister Sinister, or rather, cloned. "That part-time devil, part-time drag queen can bring me back?" Ben asked. He didn't like Sinister, but whenever Ben had seen him in his Sinister outfit, he was serving face the entire time.

Sadly, no one could hear Ben's comments.

"We don't know how it works - we're not scientists," Veil admitted. Max was asking questions that she just didn't know how to answer. Some of them seemed to be more of a philosophical nature, something just ineffable. "Jack doesn't want to be involved in any of this, but yeah, we thought this might help with your plans about resurrection. We don't know what the cost is for Sinister's help - or even why he decided to bring Jack back."

"You can't trust Sinister. It's literally a deal with the devil," Ben cautioned. "He's fucked up so many people, you'd just be giving him power over you he'll use to make you do something nasty."

"How far are you in making this happen?" Veil asked Max. "Maybe you don't need Sinister's help or maybe talking to him might... help tell you what you're missing. The X-Men have died and come back all the time, but it's usually in one off ways, never something so reproducible and regimented as to be able to be done for all of our people." She didn't even remember the specifics of how, for example, Jean Grey had come back beyond -Phoenix nonsense-.

What If?

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Jade Cornish

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"Understood, Jakobsen," Jade said, before ending the communication via her communicator. She wasn't one for sappy goodbyes or speeches. She trusted that he understood how she felt about him, but this wasn't about them. This was about everyone still stuck in this hellish city - and those on the outside, looking at the beginnings of WWIII with bated breath. She barely took a moment before leaving the little area she was in and returning to find the others - well, most of them. It looked like the plant girl had gone off somewhere. Jade wasn't worried.

"I made contact with Jakobsen. He's preparing reinforcements for us, waiting on our signal." That was short and to the point - pretty much giving everything pertinent from the conversation. She barely paused for a moment before continuing. "Where are we at with our strategy?" she then asked. She was looking mostly as Edus and Thalia, the two people she had come in with, as the rest seemed to either be children or just inefficient. Jade figured she would die here, but she didn't want to die pointlessly or without reason.

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Guinevere Stark

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Pietro had checked in again with her - it was sweet, but even little things like that wasn't enough sometimes to get her mind to shake off the general feelings of agony and despair. She wished that she could close her eyes and open them again to find that everything had been undone, that she had never joined SHIELD or gone to work with the X-Men, that she was just another rich brat who only needed to worry about what parties to go to or what to wear. Her mutant power had kept her alive, but the real joke was that she hadn't been able to use it to help anyone else. Even if she could switch with someone to infiltrate Magneto's base, the minute she switched back, they would have information about their group as well. The only way to eliminate that concern would be if Guin never switched back... if the person in her body ceased to be... along with her...

Guin shrugged a bit at his check-in. "I'm just tired of it all," she answered him quietly. She couldn't help but wonder if this would be the last time they'd ever see each other - even at the end of the world, Guin couldn't help but be dramatic. But it was drama for good reason. Doing recon was potentially deadly. Not only could she be killed in someone else's body, but her own body would be left vulnerable, easy pickings for any psychopath who happened to come across it. She didn't doubt that he would make it out though - he always did.

🌠 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 turned her head, as her brother asked if everything was alright. In truth, she didn't really know. She didn't know how to deal with all of this information that had been thrown at her. It was one thing to be told that her birth parents were King Arthur and Lady Guinevere - it was another thing entirely to meet them and have them be so frustratingly perfect. "I wish they had a little bit of a monster in them," Megan admitted to her brother, quietly enough that no one but him could hear. "They're idealized myths. I wish there was something in them to despise." Arthur and Guinevere were perfect - they were the heroic ideals, royals who were just and kind and righteous. People like them didn't exist in the world that Megan grew up in.

More importantly, she couldn't see hints of herself in them. She knew that there was undoubtedly inherited physical characteristics, but those personality traits and quirks, none of it was there. She knew that people didn't inherit personalities genetically - that was impossible and just bad science - but still, she felt like she had no connection to those people. At least a little darkness in them would have humanized them and be something that Megan could relate to. Instead, they just looked like strangers to her, people from a world that Megan could never belong to.

The crocodile was nearby, meaning the pirates were as well. Megan wouldn't have minded an altercation with the pirates - a sword fight with them honestly seemed fun. But they didn't have time for that. They needed to move and quickly. Unfortunately, the others, their guides, hadn't arrived yet it seemed.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu

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EARTH 257 - 7:00 AM Nov. 14th, 2021 - the Iron

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Stolen Ship

Bonnie nodded as Matt asked her if the smell was better, but she was lying. It was horrible. She didn't realize how it was possible for her to still be reacting to the stench, but then she realized it wasn't actually the vomit that was setting her off. It was the smell of Celestine's blood, clinging to the blade that had killed her and Celestine's clothing. Matt was dragging Celestine away, but she wasn't far enough away for it to stop affecting her yet. Even the thought of formaldehyde, one of Bonnie's scents, was enough to send her stomach summersaulting. "I think I need to go lie down," Bonnie mumbled.

She didn't like this feeling of weakness and helplessness she was having at the moment. She would have preferred to join in on the line of questioning with the others, to learn more about the strange world they had found themselves plunged into. If it wasn't the knowledge that Doom and Luminous would most certainly hurt innocents, Bonnie would have been focusing all of her thoughts on finding a way home - she wouldn't have bothered to think about apprehending the pair. Of course, it probably wouldn't be that simple anyways. She couldn't imagine Luminous and Doom conveniently staying in one place together, the two mages acting as a team. They probably were on opposite corners of the globe, if they were even still on this planet. "Can someone calm Sparky down? Before she loses her goddamn mind?" Bonnie then muttered.

And then, something bizarre and unfortunate happened. Ordinarily, it would be a simple task to move a body from point A to point B. But the blade must have done more than just impale Celestine - somehow, Celestine ripped in half, her upper and lower body no longer joined together. The most horrific thing, however, was that her blood seemed to be mixed with something mechanical, almost looking like circuitry, like she had been in the process of an even further transformation.

"Holy..." Amelia whistled, uncertain as to what they were looking at. It was so shocking that she temporarily forgot about how Sparky was throwing a fit and threatening to kill them all. She just couldn't look away from the glistening techno components that were mixed in with Celestine's organs and blood, like she had been made into some sort of cyborg - or something else entirely. Maybe that homo novissima thing Folly had mentioned wasn't that far off from the truth. "Was she like that before, do you reckon?" Amelia asked. Celestine hadn't been the more open of people - maybe she already had been filled with a mixture of technological and organic parts.

Darcy bit her lip for a moment. She had clearly seen something like that happen before. But she didn't let on as to what it was. "I don't think so, our scans didn't pick up anything besides evidence of a huuuge amount of radiation exposure - like how are you still moving levels."

Folly recognized it as well. Her eyes narrowed. "And people wonder why mutants hate the Iron."

Raynor was vaguely aware that he had seen something like that before, but he couldn't remember what it was. Some of the things he had done in his 'youth' were just a blur now. All he could recall was a slight sense of fear and trepidation as he looked at the mixture of organic and technological pieces spilling out of what had been Celestine. Whatever it was, Folly seemed to know. But people wanted to question him again - to have him share everything he knew - which frustrated him to no end. "Like I said, that's too big of a question for me to answer," Raynor said.

He realized no one was going to stop asking him stuff like that, so he figured that he might as well tell them about how he had ended up on Earth-666. "My father died in the lead up to Ragnarok. My mother committed suicide. Asgard exploded. The Norns said that everything would be reborn in a golden age, but that didn't happen. We settled here, on Earth, taking land for our own and making New Asgard... I was so angry, angry at destiny and fate and choice. I lashed out. I ended up falling in with the Genoshans, leading their black ops group, the Dark X-Men. I didn't care why we did the things we did. I just wanted to make others hurt the way I did. I was a fucking monster. The Norns said I would never see Valhalla, that I would burn in Surtur's flames if I didn't leave... So I left this world and ended up in yours. Fury saw my anger and decided to help me use it for good. Is that what you all wanted to know? Did you want to condemn me for everything I did? Because I did it all. It's all true. I didn't kill for mutant rights or anything like that - I did it because I was mad and the Iron was as good an outlet as any."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu

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EARTH 257 - 6:50 AM Nov. 14th, 2021 - the Iron

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Stolen Ship

"I'm, urgh, I'm fine," Bonnie muttered. She didn't feel fine at all. The plane had stabilized and leveled off, but her head was spinning. She had one hand on her stomach, as if that would keep her from vomiting again. She knew that if she took a moment to think, she would be able to figure out if this was something to be concerned about, if there was anything she needed to do to check on her pregnancy. She wasn't supposed to be actively out in the field, running missions - she had just come in the first place for pure investigation and analysis, only to be sucked into this alternate reality with the rest of her team.

The smell of vomit - hers, mixed in with Maria's - was particularly strong to her senses. That the explanation flashed into her mind readily for - pregnant people often couldn't stand certain smells. "Gods, will someone get rid of that? It smells like death," Bonnie requested, hoping Flynn or someone would get rid of the vomit and more importantly, the smell. Bonnie had closed her eyes, leaning forward ever so slightly, focusing on just not puking again.

Amelia was taken aback when Sparky came over and criticized her. She couldn't help but feel hurt that Sparky would think so little of her. "Mate, we were in a mountain a few clicks back, stands to reason there's mountains all around us. If we didn't gain some altitude after dropping, we'd've had a good chance of crashing into a mountain. Visibility is shit and the power wasn't just gone to the engines, it was in the readouts and everything too, so I wouldn't've had time to look for a safe spot to land. So up it was." If there was one thing Amelia was confident in, it was her ability to fly a plane.

She was going to say something else, but Sparky hobbled on off and then Oliver caught her attention. Amelia smiled as he stood up for her and praised her for keeping them from crashing. "Awww, thanks. Couldn't have done it without me mate being the Energizer Bunny and getting the power back on," she said, making sure to direct some of the praise towards Sparky. She then returned her attention fully to the readout. It looked to her like they were in what would be Pennsylvania at the moment. "One of you lovies mind giving a girl directions?" Amelia asked. She didn't know what route to take.

"Yeah, I can," Folly said, getting up and heading on over to Amelia, and giving her the verbal rundown.

As Folly was busy, Darcy took the liberty of answering Matt's question. "It's a term for the artificially evolved next stage of humanity," Darcy said. "Kinda like how mutants are homo superior. There aren't any actual homo novissima yet, but a lot of people tend to use that term for anyone with some sort of freaky tech based evolution. But it's not scientifically accurate."

Raynor was worried about Sparky, but he also was feeling at the moment that she was better off without him. He was staring at her, keeping an eye on her as she moved, ready to rush on over and help her out. But so far, everything seemed to be fine (with the exception of Sparky ping pong-ing around, but she was stable now). He undid the restraints on the seat that Oliver had placed him into, doing his best to remain quiet. He had a feeling everyone was going to yell at him and ask a lot of questions, and if they forgot he was here, they'd be better off for it.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Genosha: August 3rd, 2021 - 10:20 AM

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Veil & Casper & Sunshine

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Location: the Green Lagoon
Skills: Mediumship

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Veil headed over to join the others with Spark Plug, taking a seat next to Callie once they got to the table. She liked how Spark Plug didn't waste any time with bringing up to Max that they needed to talk privately. It was probably for the best that not everyone be involved in this conversation, in order to protect Jack's privacy a little bit - but Veil also had a feeling that everyone in their little circle would end up finding out sooner or later, especially after sharing that information with Max. Chaos tended to follow him wherever he went.

Still, she raised an eyebrow as Max explained that Ben was his date for the evening, stretching out his hand for Ben to take. "... You haven't started to be able to talk to ghosts, right Max?" Veil couldn't help but ask. She honestly didn't understand Max's powers - he was one of those mutants with magic powers that seemed to be able to do just about anything? She wasn't even sure what his limits were, besides his own skill level. It was like if someone had asked Veil what the Scarlet Witch or even Magik were capable of - she honestly just didn't know.

"Nope, then I would have two chaotic queers translating what I'm saying to you all instead of just one," Ben commented. Only Casper heard him and Casper wasn't super paying attention, as he was leaving with James at the moment.

"Bye Ben!" Capser shouted, waving at his friend. "Bye everyone!" He left and was soon out of sight, having left the Green Lagoon.

"And now no one can understand me, yay...." Ben sighed.

Max conjured up a portal for them - taking a few tries, with one of them bizarrely featuring what looked like... Veil paused for a moment in her thoughts, before recalling one of her geography lessons at the Xavier School - that must've been the Savage Land that they had just glimpsed. But thankfully, the portal then looked like their home here on Genosha - freshly repaired, with a new coat of paint, but still their home. Veil waved awkwardly at everyone, her eyes lingering on her twin for a second - "I'll rest later, Harry," - before Veil stepped on through the portal. "Mister Sinister resurrected Jack," Veil told Max once they were on through and the portal closed.

Meanwhile, Sunshine and Marrow couldn't help but notice that the group had gotten progressively smaller and smaller. Andy had left, Zarina wasn't talking so in their mind they didn't count her either as really being present, JMax had left with Veil and Spark Plug, James and Casper had gone to go adopt some plucky kid probably named Annie or something. Even the ghost had (maybe?) left - they weren't really sure if Ben had gone with Max and all or not. That just left them with Echo and Jack, and Jack wasn't talking. It had been fun at first to tease Echo and whatnot, but the topic was getting a little bit stale.

Grief came in waves, too. Sunshine's mood took a slight turn for the worse as she sighed. The empty seats at the table from their living friends just reminded her of the empty seats from those who had passed on. She tried to refocus her energy though. "Babes, would you get me a drink?" she asked Marrow.

Marrow nodded. "Sure, babes," she said, before kissing Sunshine's nose. "You want anything?" she then asked Echo.

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Hellfire Manor...

"Maybe you have chocolate powers," Mongoose suggested, a perfectly reasonable explanation for why Miranda's hair was brown. Mongoose wasn't as impressed as someone might have been with the hair color transformation, instead visibly yawning at Miranda's display of power. One thing was obvious - this kid had attitude. "Iris can make her hair rainbow colors," Mongoose said, referring to one of the other kids most likely.

"Roasted," Stacy X commented, giggling a little bit. "You're going to have to step up your game, Moneta."

Meanwhile, Casper and James arrived outside of the manor. Casper was grinning, holding his boyfriend's hand. He adored James. And if James wanted a kid and was ready for that, then Casper was going to do his very best. "Awwww, babes," Casper said, before giving James a kiss on the cheek. "I just hope the kid turns out like you," he joked. "At least hopefully it doesn't get my attention span, otherwise you're doomed." He knew that he was a challenging person to date and Casper didn't want James to feel outnumbered.

"So... where are the orphans?" Casper asked James. He didn't see anyone sitting on the steps of the Manor or anything, looking sad and ready to be adopted into a gay and loving household. Although come to think of it, Casper was pretty sure babies wouldn't be left unattended anyways. At least, not on the steps.

Outside the Green Lagoon...

"The Council believes that some fun is needed to drown out the pain of losing our mutant brothers and sisters," Magneto explained to Andy. It was incredibly obvious from his tone that he didn't agree with that choice at all, finding it to be a mockery of the deceased. Andy's suggestion, however, gave him pause for a moment. That was regrettably one of the reason why 198 mutants had died after the attack - they weren't all strong enough to defend themselves and their home. They were weak and soft and vulnerable.

"That's an excellent idea, Champion," Magneto praised. "We lack a defensive force... and most mutants on our island are untrained. Perhaps we should found the Genoshan War College and devise a command structure... A new Brotherhood of Mutants."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: NYC Motel, Outside
Skills: N/A

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Runa had been about to join her cousin in casting a spell to stabilize the building when new arrivals came in waves; first, Pietro with Guin and a girl Runa did not recognize, second, Pietro with Lance and Annie and lastly, the man who was Sorcerer Supreme in their home reality, Doctor Strange. She didn't have a chance to tell Annie she had used divination to locate the others. Runa didn't know how strong Strange was in this world though and given that her own powers were being inconsistent at best, she didn't want to fight a potential Sorcerer Supreme. Instead, Runa stepped forward as to be visible to him, raising her hands up slowly. "Are you this dimension's Sorcerer Supreme?" Runa asked calmly. "We're refugees from another dimension. We have no wish to dwell here."

If he was reasonable, Runa was certain that he would believe them and potentially even work to help them return home. If he wasn't though, they might have to fight the wizard. She knew how to use a sling ring. If Runa could take the ring from him, she could trap him inside of the Mirror Dimension, buying them the time they needed to come up with a plan to escape back to their home reality. She had one idea in the back of her head, but it would be incredibly risky - her grandmother didn't tend to mix very well with mortals, finding their emotions to be a dark and corrupting influence.

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Guin Stark

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Location: New York City Motel -> Alley
Skills: Telepathy

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Don't worry, I'll only give you a little boost, nothing too major, Guin reassured him. She didn't want to hurt Pietro (obviously, as she was madly in love with him), but she did want to make sure that they all made it out okay, especially their accidental kidnapping victim who they were dragging around all over the place at this rate. The damage that had been done to the motel was really impressive and Guin couldn't help but be a little bit proud of Runa - she was so tiny, it was easy to forget the pure Asgardian might that Runa contained. "Don't worry about it," Guin told Klara, when Klara asked who Lana was.

Pietro luckily managed to get Lance and Annie out okay, but before they could celebrate, the universe seemed determined to remind them all that this was a shared universe as Doctor Strange, the head magician himself, popped on out of a portal, looking ready to fight. Runa instantly stepped in, probably figuring that it was a magic user to magic user sort of moment, and Guin couldn't help but feel a bit wary about their chances. They had met Doctor Strange before, back with the entire House of M nonsense - if he was just as powerful here, they'd struggle to defeat him. "Sup, Steve?"