Morose

The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Kirah

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Genosha: August 3rd, 2021 - 12:20 PM

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Veil & Casper & Sunshine

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Location: Various
Skills: Mediumship

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The Green Lagoon / the Astral Plane...

David nodded, his eyes tearing up a bit. He gave Harry's hands a grateful squeeze. "Sorry, talking about my da is bad vibes for me," he said, trying to make a slight joke out of it. "What about you? What were your parents like? Did you get your cuteness from them?" he asked, his eyes still watery, even here on the astral plane.

The Green Lagoon...

"I never said that only the X-Men should get to do it - but that's the way it's always been for people like us. We don't matter to them. We're just background characters in their operatic stories," Marrow complained. She sighed slightly though. "Why the fuck not, though? Guess it's time for us to change things."

"I still think that Ben is going to be in worse shape than Fred was," Sunshine said, referencing her deceased pet rat. She had lost Fred before they had made it to Genosha. Even though he had never been alive while she owned him, Sunshine did have a soft spot for that little dead rat. She hadn't had it in her to willingly leave him behind - to leave his dead body to decay without anyone to care. It was one of her regrets from everything that had gone down, that she hadn't been able to retrieve him.

"Guess that's why James' an omega," Marrow commented with a shrug. She didn't get too hung up on who was and was not omega level status - it seemed to her like a stupid new version of a class system, a social order she didn't care for.

"Fine. It'll be weird being in New Orleans, but whatever." Sunshine had told Marrow about what had happened - about the false reality, where she had grown up in the care of her father, rather than being abandoned as a little kid by her cruel mutant-hating mother. But even now, when Sunshine actually finally wanted something of a relationship with her father, where was he to be found? Nowhere. He had made it clear - he didn't want a relationship with her. He had been distant ever since they got to Genosha and Sunshine wasn't going to keep trying to make the impossible happen.

Meanwhile, Veil was doing her best not to grind her teeth too much. James might have been an omega level healer, but she didn't know how he did as a dentist. "I see," Veil muttered. She knew that she should have been doing a better job controlling her temper, but Veil tended to wear her emotions openly. She was extremely annoyed at the moment with her brother and Legion, and neither of the two Barry's was giving her any sort of indication as to when they would be back from wherever they were off to.

"Well, if he's not back in the next ten minutes, I'm going to go find the nearest telepath - there's dozens of them on the island - and I'm going to drag him back," Veil said bluntly. She didn't know why she was bothering though. Neither Barry seemed to be capable of passing on a message.

"Relax the face, luv - you're going to get mad worry lines," Barry aka Legion said, smiling unhelpfully.

Veil felt like screaming.

Outside the Hospital...

Bee jumped slightly, startled by James' slamming the papers down on her desk. She had been so deep in her own train of thought (really, she was just playing Candy Crush on her phone) that she hadn't noticed him come back. "Oh! You found it - nice!" Bee said. She grabbed a pen that had a frilly pink lace-y thing attached to the top. "If you can make the corrections in pen, I can get a fresh copy made for us," Bee offered.

From down the hallway, James would also be able to hear the distant sound of Casper singing a soft "lullaby" to baby Daniel, "Tardy for the Party" by the Real Housewives of Atlanta's Kim Zolciak:

🎵 "Hurry up baby, don't be late
I'll meet you at the place
I've been waitin' for this day
This weekend, let's celebrate
Lookin' like a cover girl (whoa-oh-oh)
Covered in diamonds and pearls
Take the Benz out for a swirl
Drop that top, yeah, it's my world" 🎵

The Rebuilt House of M...

Magneto's carefully crafted persona and restraint shattered with Valkyrie's words - how carelessly she mentioned that death was just something that happened. Had they not just faced a gigantic island-wide tragedy, a genocide of their people, perhaps Magneto would have reacted differently. "Death. Is. Just. Something. That. Happens?" he repeated through gritted teeth. "Young lady, be you from the realm eternal or not, there is no cheerful afterlife waiting on the other side for us. Our bodies are destroyed, our minds obliterated, our future, our destiny, each little thing that makes you you is stolen from you. Death is not something to brush aside - until all mutants are eternal, then death remains the ultimate devastation, the ultimate terror that humanity can inflict upon us, the--"

Mercifully, Magneto was cut off by the arrival of his daughter, Polaris. She was wearing a purple tracksuit, her green hair wildly curly and spilling out in all directions. As much as she looked fashionable and comfy, there was a clear sadness to her, a weariness of her spirit. "Lay off of them, Dad," Polaris interjected. "They're just kids."

Blackstone...

Selene didn't really seem too bothered by Jack's first two points, about how suspicious it looked for her to talk about him not discovering anything, or about how death didn't phase him. She was an external after all, one of those special mutants whom death could not touch. Hers was life everlasting. "Mm, well you'll firstly be in charge of running my social medias, particularly my TikTok - I would like to be much more worshipped and adored than I currently am. Shockingly enough, politics is starting to get a bit dreary, this entire Genosha project is in a real flop era if you ask me."

Selene twirled a bit of her hair around her finger. "Oh, I would also teach you dark magics, as well as some spells that'll need to be running during the gala. It's going to be the perfect moment to ascend to godhood. Hence the social media presence will need to be sorted, a goddess needs her followers after all. And I'm a bit over my entire mystery-cult era, I want something more mainstream. Like Jesus of Nazareth, he had an excellent PR team. I want that."

Hellfire Bay...

Purple Mongoose was having fun playing in the trees!

Renegade was not having fun! She did a bit of a double take, uncertain what to make of what Moneta just told her. The Scarlet Witch had remade reality, ending prejudice against mutants? Magneto had been made king? Casper kept this a secret from her? Moneta killed Magneto? None of that made any sense to her. "Okay, I'm just thinking out loud here but... Why the hell would you want to change that back? Even now, chère, humans are still killing us. If Wanda had found a workaround, why didn't you keep things the same?"

"Also, what the fuck is even your life that this is just a normal thing for you to have experienced?" Renegade asked, laughing ever so lightly. They both moved in the same circles, but Renegade had never had anything like that happen to her before. Her life had always been pretty standard - protect mutants, attack humans.

Wales...

Pixie blinked a bit, when Max asked if a demon was going to come claim him when he died - that was incredibly specific and not what she expected. "What? No, you watch too many horror movies. No demon is going to come get you when you die, although... I don't know if you can, like, properly die. Like you can die, but I don't think your spirit will be able to move on... Like we wouldn't need Casper to pull your spirit from the afterlife into our plane of reality, you'd just be stuck there on your own..."

"But don't worry about that. That's not the bad part of some of your soul being missing. Whenever you formed that weapon, you must've also made a bloodstone. These bloodstones, demons use them to do the most wicked and horrible of magics... If they get five bloodstones, they can unleash the Elder Gods - think the actual Cthulu and stuff - on our world... And that would be bye-bye world... So that's why we need to find your bloodstone as soon as possible, because I like this world quite a bit, and it's not just our reality that would be threatened - all of them would be."

OOC Note - the Ritual

You can use a magic ritual of three to attempt mutant resurrection, provided you can recover their body. You will only be able to bring back one mutant at this time. At the conclusion of the RP, you may attempt to resurrect other mutants. (I will say that not everyone will be resurrect-able, so you'll have about 2-3 resurrections allotted to you.)

Select who you would like to attempt resurrection on and let me know on the Discord - I think the easiest thing to do would be to collab the resurrection ritual and post it as the 'end' of this chapter.

What If?

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Guinevere Stark

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Guin couldn't help but be a little surprised that people talked like this to Sabretooth - well, people besides her of course. Did they not realize he could rip them to shreds and eat their intestines like a pack of Twizzlers? "Are you both really not scared of him?" Guin couldn't help but ask. "Not sure if you're geniuses or idiots - or maybe a mix of both. Anyways, laters," Guin finished, before stabbing herself in the eyes. On her first pass, she didn't do as much damage as she wanted - on the second, she managed to drive Sabretooth's claws into his right eye. She screamed in pain, vision now disconnected in that eye. The feeling was horrific. But luckily for Guin, it didn't have to last forever.

She switched back with a small pop!, finding herself floating in a bubble next to Ed and Thalia. "Hey, it's me, you can put me down now - and no, this isn't Sabretooth just saying it's me to trick you so you'll pop the bubble. I can prove it's me, too. Ask me anything." Thankfully, her body didn't have more aches and pains than when she had left it. Compared to the body she had just left, her own body felt amazing. And it was really nice not to have male anatomy anymore. Being in a man's body always felt much weirder to Guin than being in a woman's body.

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Jade Cornish

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From up above, Jade could hear the noises of people running in the streets. She figured it had to just be in response to the commotion the changeling had caused. It wasn't at all unexpected. Thalia's voice chimed in over the comms that her message had been received, so Jade was satisfied. Thalia was both at least alive and able to speak, so nothing could have gone too terribly wrong; they still had the ex-magician's assistant on their side. Cass caught up with her, saying that they should wait for the others before heading back. Jade raised an eyebrow. Waiting for them was only going to make it more likely for someone to get caught - it wasn't practical.

"Fine. We can wait five minutes, then we ought to move," Jade said. The more time they spent in this branch of the tunnels, the more likely they would be to be discovered, potentially exposing the hiding spot of the remaining X-Men and Avengers, but also tipping off the Brotherhood to their plan to take down Magneto once and for all.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu

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EARTH 257 - 8:50 AM Nov. 14th, 2021 - the Blue

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Angel's Aerie

"I know, I don't need you all to treat me like a child," Bonnie said, slightly irritated with the number of people telling her that she needed to be examined, that she ought not move, that the entire experience had been weird. None of them had attended medical school, sure, Sparky had some limited medical knowledge but it wasn't what she specialized in. In fact, Bonnie's particular medical specialty was dealing with the dead - making her uniquely qualified to understand how weird, in fact, it was that what should have killed her hadn't managed to stick. She also knew that most likely, the baby was fine - babies could live for minutes inside the womb after the mother perished. And by Bonnie's estimation, she had been dead for seconds.

Maria would manage to pull the wood out of her stomach with relative ease, her healing factor then kicking in. The wound began to clot and close up, her body stitching itself back together. It wouldn't be fully healed yet, but it was beginning to become less and less of a life threatening liability - she was going to be fine.

Niah's cries for talking things out would largely fall on deaf ears - as everyone except for the Amelias, when it came to the Avengers, were thoroughly unconscious. Similarly, Captain America wasn't awake to hear Oliver's apology, and only the Amelias heard Cass' pleas. Aero sighed slightly. "The shield was historical, but whatever." "Where do you think they went, the Doom and Luminous you're looking for?" "Our ship is at the base of the mountain, there's some supplies there." "But you all might wanna hurry, Herc is cranky when he wakes up."

Right on cue, thanks to her ability to see the future no doubt, Mystique, Destiny, and Darcy re-appeared. They came from the one bit of the Aerie that was still standing, the only unharmed structure. Mystique's eyes darted towards Rogue and for a moment, a flash of relief crossed her face. But then it was soon replaced by annoyance as she saw Gambit had survived. "Great. The idiot made it."

"I long for the day I foresee his demise," Destiny said to her wife, the sunlight reflecting off of the golden mask that hid her face.

"Ah can hear ya!" Gambit complained, but neither Destiny or Mystique made a move to apologize. They really didn't their son-in-law - at all. Some things didn't change regardless of the universe. Rogue put a gloved hand on Gambit's shoulder to comfort him. "Don't let them get ta ya," she reassured him. "I love ya no matter what happens."

"Uh, guys?" Darcy called out. "I think something's happening... Beyond all the crazy shit that already happened. Like, more crazy things. Like, space shouldn't look like that." She pointed towards the area right to the left of the group, where the rubble had made a roughly even surface. There, space seemed like it was beginning to shimmer and spark, with weird sounds growing gradually louder and louder, until a group of people POPPED! into existence. The distortion ended, going away as if nothing had ever happened.

But the people were still there - people who they would be able to mostly recognize. "The X-Men," Amelia recognized. "Shit, I hate these blokes," Aero complained. "Bunch of privileged assholes who get off on killing kids." "They have no business being in the Blue - no right to be here," Aero agreed.

"Seriously? These are the X-Men now?" Raynor scoffed. Back when he had been in Earth-257 last, he had led this team. He didn't even recognize everyone in front of him. Two of them were obvious - the "evil" versions of Flynn and Maria. Then he recognized what somewhat looked like Colossus, but as the Juggernaut? That was weird. There was a girl with metal claws who Raynor guessed had something to do with Wolverine (where was Logan? Logan had been on Raynor's original team and he didn't die easy). The girl with her brain on display didn't ring any bells. Nightcrawler was easy, purely because he was a famous X-Man back in Earth-667, even if not currently active with the team. The boy with all the eyes and the man dressed in yellow were similarly mysterious to him.

"You have a problem with that?" Wolverine asked.

"No offense, kid, but back when I ran the team, we had Wolverine on it."

"Actually, I am Wolverine," Wolverine said.

"Woah, you're all covered in swirling red energy..." the boy with all the eyes said, whistling slightly. "It's beautiful. If not terrifying. Also, Firestorm, Syphon, those two are a 99.99999999% match to you," Eye-Boy then added, pointing at Flynn and Maria. "Best I see, they are you."

The X-Men of Earth-257

• Firestorm
• Syphon
• Eye-Boy
• Wolverine
• Colossus
• Nightcrawler
• Cerebella
• Manifold

🌠 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 was a little bit disappointed her question about shark executions went unanswered, as they moved into a more private area. It looked to her like a study, and Megan was curious as to what sort of books merpeople read - and what material the pages were made from. A part of her wondered if they were actually made from skin or perhaps were glorified pieces of stone - she couldn't imagine them being all ordinary paper, as paper and water tended to not mix. But then again, maybe merpeople were just used to only being able to read their books inside, never taking them out to a quiet cemetery to enjoy.

She did, however, turn her attention to the conversation. Megan never considered herself to really be the leader type. But she couldn't help but notice the obvious. "I have a few comments," Megan said. "Firstly, historically those who sit out from conflicts of this magnitude come to regret it. Maleficent may not come for you today, but she may very well tomorrow - and no one will be left to help you. Secondly, there's no reason why Merlin's assembled forces could not engage Hook and Ursula, allowing you to then in turn lend your strength against Maleficent."

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's eye twitched as some kid came up to them, explaining that they were needed at the Big House. Fucking radical. She purposefully pet her dragon, as it was a simple task, easy to focus on. Joanie didn't demand her to confront the worst moments of her life, over and over again. She had already gone through hell in this conversation with Zeke, and she felt tired and drained - she felt like a ghost possessing a zombie, all out of sorts, barely present. No doubt the graecus scum would pester her for every little detail, twisting and squeezing the trauma out of Nancy like a wet rag, desperate to retrieve each last drop. And when they were done, they would toss her aside like trash.

The kid turned to leave, and Zeke said they had to go. Nancy's legs felt stiff, rooted to the spot. She had just had a meltdown here - she wasn't in any rush to go have yet another traumatic experience. And she really didn't like the way the Greeks ran their business anyways, it was messy and chaotic and doubtlessly would end up going in circles, forcing her to repeat herself over and over again. Nancy was tempted by the idea of riding off on a pegasus, of running away from all of this. She really was. She didn't want to face the Lotus Hotel and Casino ever again - she really didn't. It haunted her nightmares and her daydreams, those terrible memories always on repeat in the corner of her eye, following her like phantoms.

But as much as Nancy was thoroughly traumatized, she was also prideful. She wasn't going to run in fear in front of the Greeks. And while she didn't say so, she did care about Zeke - she didn't want to see him get hurt. "Okay, we're going to establish some rules quickly," Nancy said, her voice getting an authoritative edge to it, as if she were about to address the Senate of New Rome. "I will not set foot inside that grody ass nightmare hotel. Period. I can go with you as far as the Strip. I will not answer the same question twice. I reserve the right to get up and leave at any moment, for any reason. But I will try to help how I can."

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Big House
Skills: N/A

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Leda heard the car horn beeping and concluded that Argus must've been as annoyed with all the delays as she was. Fortunately, it seemed like the two slacking Romans finally showed up. The Romans were painfully slow. Leda shuddered to imagine a world in which she had been a Roman demigod; being a speedster over there must've been a special sort of hell. Leda already thought everyone was slow - the Romans made her fellow Greeks look like little Iris or Hermes legacies basically. "It's about time!" Leda exclaimed. She then gave her girlfriend a grin, and a peck on the cheek. "Race you to the van?" she teased.

"I can even give you a 60 second head start," Leda offered, "to make things fair, of course." She winked. She knew that pretty much any head start she offered wouldn't really be enough time for Kiera to beat her, unless the head start happened to be the exact length of time (or more, really) that it would take Kiera to complete the trip. But it wasn't going to be that much time. There was no fun in that. And Leda wasn't always the most gracious loser - she loved to win, especially when it came to speed.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Runa Baldurdattir & Guin Stark

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Location: New York City Defenders HQ
Skills: Asgardian Magic

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Guin's eye twitched. Of course Strange had an excuse easily rattled off. But she didn't buy it. He was supposed to be the Wizard King or whatever - and if he had used his magic more appropriately to start with, the Hulks rampaging around wouldn't have been an issue. The structure would've have been in danger of collapsing if the fight had never started to begin with. Guin's opinion of him, needless to say, was rapidly souring. Guin muttered a few choice words under her breath. At least he did pick up the slack finally, sending the last of their enemies (and the two Hulks) through some sort of wizard portal. "ExCUSE ME?" Guin snapped.

She knew that Strange was an asshole - and that his little remark about fixing all of their problems was just something an asshole would say. "We fucking handled that fight, while you were worrying about keeping your walls from being scratched up! You're a wizard, you could have stopped everything before it got to the point of structural damage, but no, you'd rather watch us do all the hard work like we're fucking circus performers! I was wondering why you lived in such a shitty place when we got here, but now I know why - you're a pretentious washed up asshole who wouldn't last a day on a real superhero team. Fix all of our problems for us? Please, you can't even fix your own mess of a reality!"

Runa raised an eyebrow at Guin's outburst. And then decided to ignore it. There was the matter of what to do with the others they had encountered. She thought for a moment, before weaving a spell and whispering it, magic sparking out from her fingers as the fallen foes vanished, transported to the other end of New York State. "There, those are dealt with and should not be bothering us again soon," Runa said. "We ought to go retrieve the others, rather than sitting here squabbling like petty children." Okay, maybe she hadn't entirely ignored Guin's outburst.

She didn't like that the Hulks were trapped in the Mirror Dimension with Frenzy, but Runa felt confident that Frenzy would be the one more in danger than them. Still, she wished to be able to keep a better eye on Lance. "Strange, might you have an extra sling ring?" Runa asked. She had never studied the Mirror Dimension, beyond in that false life Wanda had created, so she only really knew how to access it via sling ring.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Genosha: August 3rd, 2021 - 12:10 PM

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Veil & Casper & Sunshine

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Location: Various
Skills: Mediumship

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The Green Lagoon / the Astral Plane...

David looked uncomfortable as Harry asked him how he learned about all of these things. Much like his brother, Casper, David hadn't had the best of childhoods. But unlike Casper, David couldn't directly blame Professor X for forcing him to learn too much too fast - for David, the issue ultimately came down to Professor X's neglect and inaction. "Oh, um... I was possessed by the Shadow King," David mumbled. "Thrown into an asylum for over a decade... Then Da finally realized what was happening and him and his X-Men got rid of the Shadow King... but kept me in the asylum... So didn't really read about this stuff, more of... learned through what the Shadow King tried to make me do."

The Green Lagoon...

Marrow didn't know whether to laugh or yell when Spark Plug casually mentioned that they were going to raise the dead. "Isn't that sort of thing just for X-Men - y'know, the pretty, famous mutants?" Marrow scoffed, deciding on attitude as a response. Most mutants were at least somewhat aware of Jean Grey's death and resurrection. A few bone marrow growths appeared on Marrow's back, a sign of her agitation.

"How are you doing it? Are you sure it'll work? No offense, but Max's specialty is destruction, not exactly resurrection or creation..." Sunshine questioned. She did want to believe that it could work. And despite her misgivings, she could feel hope rising up in her chest. Maybe it would work. But the most pessimistic part of her was afraid it would just be another case of Max promising something huge and instead starting a huge fire.

"And no offense, but won't Ben's corpse be, like... gross as shit? Can you even put someone back inside that?" From what Sunshine recalled, Ben had been dead for a while - like years. That probably meant that his body had mostly decayed by this point (or at least, that was Sunshine's opinion, not that she was any sort of medical authority or whatnot). Even if it didn't work though... Sunshine did miss New Orleans. Not the New Orleans from this world, but from the other one - the one Wanda had made.

Meanwhile, Veil felt like she was in some sort of fever dream. She opened her mouth, about to ask her brother if he was high, before she closed it again. They were on an island filled of mutants and her brother seemed to be hanging out with one of the most unstable yet powerful ones. Anything was possible here. "Barry, what the fuck is going on?" Veil said, her voice as calm as she could make it - but still carrying an edge of tension to it.

"Ooo, my name's Barry too!" Legion exclaimed, giggling slightly. "I'm chuffed to officially meet ya," Legion said, shaking Barry's hand. Legion then held a hand out to Veil and Veil stared, before gingerly taking the hand and shaking it. She felt like she was losing her mind. "Like I been saying, I'm not the one wit' the telepathy - that's Davie."

Veil's left eye twitched slightly. "I see," she said, gritting her teeth a bit.

Outside the Hospital...

"Uhh... yeah, yeah I can do that!" Casper said, still a little bit stunned/overwhelmed at the sight of Doc Nemesis. He knew that people could become mad scientists, but even this seemed a little excessive. When he thought of mad scientists, Casper pictured people making explosive solutions from mixing chemicals together - or Reed Richards getting into a Twitter feud with Tony Stark. He didn't picture someone making their brain into a little Medusa of sorts, with wriggling green things coming out of it.

Casper had to shake his head slightly, in order to pull his thoughts mentally away from what was going on with Nemesis. "We'll be... well, here," he promised James, shifting his grip slightly on baby Daniel, before humming Smells Like Teen Spirit in an effort to try to calm the crying baby down as Casper walked down the hallway, away from Nemesis, James, and the receptionist.

"Hey, hey, no sweat off my back!" Nemesis said, holding his hands up. "I figured I would be nice and offer, but I'm not going to just go around modifying babies. I'm not a monster - and that's more Essex's style anyways. Records, hmm... Do we have records on the kids?" he asked, looking at the receptionist for a moment. She nodded her head.

"Great! Go ahead and take a look, I'm sure they're organized somewhat logically," Nemesis said with a shrug. "Bee, do you mind showing him?"

"Of course," Bee, the receptionist said, getting up from her seat and motioning for James to follow her, leading him to the records room nearby. It wasn't very far. Bee unlocked the door. "If we have anything, it'll be in here..." The room was poorly lit, with about four massive filing cabinets, with drawers labeled with the symbols for omega, alpha, beta, and gamma.

The Rebuilt House of M...

A shadow fell over Magneto's face, as Valkyrie reminded them that mutants were not immortal - that their people were destined to die, often in tragedy. "One day, mutants will conquer death," Magneto swore. He knew of several mutants who already had immortality as a functional part of their being - namely Externals like Selene. "There already exists a mutant Coven who can never truly die - who return to us each time. It is my wish that all mutants join a circle such as that one day - that our lives will no longer be something to be stolen from us."

He then fell silent for a moment. The topic had gotten heavy. And as dramatic as Magneto was, his heart was weary - he ached for the loss his people had experienced, of the genocide committed against Genosha. "On the matter of leadership, the best way to gain skills in leading is by doing. Perhaps as part of our new Brotherhood, you two might recruit others and lead them, learning to work as a team and how to command."

Blackstone...

"The Darkhold really is a page-turner, isn't it, Jacques?"

The door to the witch lair closed all of the sudden, and if he were to turn around, Jack would see Selene there. She was wearing an elegant black dress, with a scarlet choker with ruby gems decorating the front. The overall vibe was ~vampire chic~ which, for Selene, was pretty normal. The odd thing would be that in one hand, she was holding a skull - it was definitely a human skull, and it didn't seem to be 'fresh' or anything. But yup, she was holding an emotional support skull. "Nero and I had a passionate night together after I let him borrow my copy for a spell - that, and he brought me a praetor for a snack. Ambition is such a sweet seasoning in a man; but the bitter realization they have that they're going to die, never making consul? Now THAT is divine."

"Which does bring me to you... I could eat you - but I'm still a bit full from all the souls I devoured during the attack. I could let you go - you haven't learned anything that everyone doesn't already know. Or I could take you as my dark apprentice - the last girl I taught didn't work out."

Hellfire Bay...

Purple Mongoose didn't need to be told twice that she could go off and play. Hearing grownups talk was pretty boring and she had a very small attention span. Plus, she could defy gravity - so naturally, Mongoose started walking up the trees, looking a bit like Spider-Man, as her feet just seemed to stick to the trees perfectly. She didn't even need to bend her back or anything, her posture was perfect, as if the entire world was just slightly rotated.

"Ah hell, what's goin' on with you two?" Renegade asked Moneta. She didn't really know what might be going on there. If she had to guess, maybe Magneto was having some trauma response due to the attack Genosha had just suffered - after all, he had been a young boy during the Holocaust and had been forced to experience the genocide of his people. The attack on Genosha hadn't been easy on anyone - but Renegade could imagine it being especially difficult for Erik to process. "Do I need to parent-trap you two back together?"

Wales...

Pixie didn't seem too phased by Max's suggestion that he might not have been a mutant after all. "I'm only half-mutant myself," Pixie said with a shrug, popping another California roll into her mouth. She spoke while chewing her food, not exactly the picture of decorum or grave. "My mum's a fairy," she added in a very matter-of-fact tone. She did hesitate though as Max turned the conversation to his soul staff. Pixie didn't want to talk about this stuff. She didn't like thinking about what had happened to her in Limbo - how she had been hurt by someone she thought was her friend, tricked into defiling her soul.

"You need to pinky swear that this stuff stays between you and me, kay?" Pixie said, extending a pinky to Max. She then sighed slightly. "People like us, we can sometimes... manifest these weapons, the purest extensions of our souls. My sorta-friend-sorta-enemy Magik manifested a sword, I manifest a dagger," Pixie's souldagger then appeared in her hands, a small blade of shimmering light, "and you manifest a staff... It's a part of your soul broken off from the rest. But it's not the only part. Another part forms what's called a bloodstone - demons go crazy for them. But you don't have your bloodstone, Max..."

"...which means you don't have your entire soul."

OOC Note - the Ritual

You can use a magic ritual of three to attempt mutant resurrection, provided you can recover their body. You will only be able to bring back one mutant at this time. At the conclusion of the RP, you may attempt to resurrect other mutants. (I will say that not everyone will be resurrect-able, so you'll have about 2-3 resurrections allotted to you.)

Select who you would like to attempt resurrection on and let me know on the Discord - I think the easiest thing to do would be to collab the resurrection ritual and post it as the 'end' of this chapter.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu

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EARTH 257 - 8:40 AM Nov. 14th, 2021 - the Blue

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Angel's Aerie

Raynor held his hands up defensively - even though Sparky being angry at him worked for his plan of pushing her away, in order to keep her safe. She deserved someone better than him - someone safer than him. "I hate witches," Raynor grumbled in explanation. He didn't hate all witches - his grandmother, for instance, had been a rather wonderful witch. And he knew his multiversal sibling, Runa, was a talented witch - something that amused him. But witchcraft had never been Raynor's thing. It was too messy.

It is not your time, the voice whispered in her mind - Athena's voice. Bonnie's mind was split into what to worry about, somehow managing to panic over several things at once. She didn't need Sparky yelling at her to remind her that she was pregnant and everything that had just happened had to be terrible for a pregnancy. Even just heightened levels of stress were enough to trigger a spontaneous abortion. Then there was Flynn and the rest of her team, who were mostly either buried in the rubble or severely injured, without any medical supplies around to help. And lastly, the horrifying realization that she had died... and it hadn't been the first time either.

She had died before - back when they had faced the Black Order. Much like this time though, something brought her back. Bonnie's eyes darted towards the metal bar on the ground, covered in her blood - and what looked like fleshy pink brain matter. Bonnie then raised a hand, feeling where there should have been a gigantic, fatal wound in her head - but there was nothing there. It was tender as hell, definitely bruised, but fine.

Bonnie then swallowed thickly. No one aside from Sparky had really said anything about what had just happened. And Sparky, ultimately, was right - Bonnie, despite being their best doctor, shouldn't move at the moment for her unborn child's sake. So instead, Bonnie explained what was happening to her, to the best of her knowledge: "I think there's a god in my head."

Raynor then turned, looking at Bonnie as it clicked into place in his head. "Ah, shit," he muttered. "I'm sorry, Bonnie." In his experience, gods could be weird when it came to their avatars - or champions, as they were sometimes called. Asgardians never saw the point in having a mortal host to act through - his uncle had briefly tried it once with someone named Donald Blake and ended up regretting it pretty quickly. Raynor didn't say anything else though, before turning to work on the rubble and those trapped there.

"Hold on, sugah, this ain't a job for you," Rogue said, flying down and setting Gambit down gently. She then rolled up her sleeves, showing off her muscles, before she started picking up the pieces of rubble and tossing them aside one by one, easily throwing them off of the mountain. Soon enough, Rogue had everyone uncovered, wiping a stray sweat off of her forehead.

"Nice view, chère," Gambit joked, looking at Rogue's ass.

"Remy!" Rogue scolded. "Now, where are my moms and that lil human girl at?"

Rogue and Gambit weren't the only ones making a flying entrance. Amelia and Aero gently lowered themselves to the ground as well, clasping hands. They had fallen off the side of the mountain and made it back up together through pure willpower. Aside from the difference in clothing (Aero was in a superhero costume), the two of them looked identical - like twins. "Why the hell am I not surprised you all brought the house down?" Amelia complained. Her memories were still fuzzy and scrambled - but in accepting that Aero could also be her, she had accepted that maybe, just maybe, the people here were telling the truth. "I don't know who you mates all are, but I'd like to figure that out."

"If you killed my friends though, I will end you all," Aero warned, seeing her companions laid out on top of the rubble, all seemingly unconscious. Rogue had been nice enough to get the Avengers of the Blue out as well.

"Our friends," Amelia reminded Aero.

"Right, that's what I said."

For your reference

• Cass - Cass will not like the idea of going to Genosha. She will begin to privately contemplate how best to destroy the nation.
• Maria - A twisted emotion will dawn upon Maria. She will recall that her dear little sister, Kristina, is on Genosha. Alive and well. Happy, even. Safe. She never died.
• Niah - Niah will suddenly feel an extreme urge to be near Oliver, but unlike their natural connection, this one... this one tastes much more co-dependent - like Harley Quinn's desire for the Joker. Weird, right?
• Sparky - N/A
• Bonnie - An immense sense of danger and urgency will overtake her, almost beyond the point of rationality. She will not go to Genosha. She will not go seek refuge with those who killed her parents. The only reason she would go to Genosha would be for revenge, to assassinate its leaders.
• Matt - Matt will suddenly feel an overwhelming obsession to solve a series of murders occurring all over Europe. He suspects Oliver as the killer, but has never been able to obtain any evidence.
• Oliver - Oliver will have a wonderful idea pop into his mind, one that he won't be able to quite shake no matter how much he tries. What if he killed Raynor? (Yes, I did roll for who he would target lol).
• Amelia - Amelia will feel her connection to the rest of the group severed, as if she never knew them, as if they weren't her friends. She will recall another group of friends, a group of vigilantes who defend the Blue.
• Raynor - N/A
• Flynn - Flynn will have a horrible realization dawn upon him. He got a flatscan pregnant. Whenever he looks at Bonnie, or honestly any of the other humans in the group, he will feel a deep sense of revulsion and rage.

What If?

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Guinevere Stark

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Just like somehow Palpatine had returned, somehow Guin was able to maintain the switch as Sabretooth. She was white knuckling it mentally, doing her best to hold on. Each bit of distance she could create between Sabretooth and her friends was another shot they would have at escaping unscathed. But Guin had never been in someone else's body for this long before - especially not one taking this much damage. She mostly just had switched with others in the tunnels for practice and training purposes. Piloting Sabretooth's body was uncharted territory. Guin pulled her way out of the small crater she had created from the fall, her stolen body in utter agony.

Fortunately, the pain (self-inflicted) that she was in helped keep her from giggling at what the strangers were teasing Sabretooth with. She didn't know who they were, but they were probably on Magneto's side. And she didn't want them running off to grab a telepath or someone else who could oust Guin from the body. No, she was trusting that Edus was getting himself (and Guin's own body) off to safety, but he needed time. That meant for now, she was going to have to role-play as Sabretooth. Guin bared her teeth and did her best impression of a menacing growl. "Aren't dead men not supposed to talk?" she threatened, figuring that was something menacing enough for Sabretooth to say.

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Jade Cornish

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"It's not my problem that you're unobservant," Jade said bluntly to Cass, as Cass asked how she was supposed to have known that Sabretooth wasn't Sabretooth. Jade didn't hold it against Cass though for being oblivious - most people Jade worked with her clueless idiots, fumbling around in the dark. So many things that were obvious and salient to Jade turned out to be complete mysteries to others, including her beau Alex. Her eyes darted towards the manhole cover Cass had indicated and Jade nodded. That looked sufficient. She would have pointed it out herself, but Jade wasn't as familiar with the sewer network that the X-Men relied upon; she didn't know if it was continuously connected or portioned off into discrete, separate zones.

Cass lifted up the manhole cover and Jade darted down, climbing down the ladder until she hit the bottom. It looked like any ordinary sewer. Some water sloshed at her feet and the place, Jade was certain, must have reeked. It was fortunate that the mask keeping her from dying of M-Pox also prevented Jade from smelling the sewers; and the X-Men, for that matter, as they must have been ripe after living in all of this. "Left, isn't it?" Jade commented, before starting in that direction. Once they had put a bit of distance between themselves and the entrance, Jade took out her communicator. "Thalia, Edus, we've re-entered the tunnels and are heading back," Jade said simply.

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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The first thing Nancy was truly aware of, coming out of the horrific and traumatic flashback, was her own breathing. It was quick and short, truncated - I'm hyperventilating. Shit, she realized. The next thing she processed was that someone had their hands on her shoulders - Zeke. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. She hated it when people saw her like that - like a prisoner in her own body, unable to cope with the horrors of the past. She didn't even like showing that vulnerability, that aching and festering wound, to Niah or Mads. Nancy focused on her breath. In her mind, she listed off the names of singers she adored - a simple task, but one that she found calmed her - Joan Jett. Whitney Houston. Billy Joel. Madonna. Janet Jackson. Gradually, her breath slowed, becoming deeper, until her breathing was normal.

"Sorry, that was a little gnarly," Nancy said softly. "You weren't supposed to see that." No one really was. Nancy couldn't think of the last time she had fully lost her mind like that - to the point where she had almost blacked out, trapped inside of her own head, disconnected from the world around her. But as horrific as that had been, it also had been draining. The tension, the fear, the terror, the anxiety - it had all gone out. And now, Nancy felt fragile and empty - better than fragile and exploding with emotion, but still, not great. It was more a quiet fear now, a soft sorrow.

Nancy fixed her eyes on her pet dragon - she felt a little ashamed of having lost it so completely in front of Zeke, she didn't want to meet his eyes. But her pride also demanded she couldn't just look at the ground, no, she had to make it seem like it wasn't her avoiding eye contact, it was just a coincidence, that she was totally and absolutely fine.

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Big House
Skills: N/A

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"Oh, shit, they're going to the Lotus Hotel? That's so cool!" Leda said, almost a little bit jealous. "The place sounds totally wicked, like the ultimate arcade. It's on my bucket list to go there." Of course, Leda also wasn't too worried about the ~never wanting to leave~ business. She figured that she'd be able to make it out okay. And the experience of being there had to be mind boggling, world altering - imagine a date there! Plus, everything was free, making it ideal for a demigod on a budget. Of course, it also helped that the Lotus Hotel was the exact opposite of Leda's current situation - where she was being made to wait for what felt like an eternity.

Leda sometimes got a bit destructive when she was bored. She started kicking at the ground ever so lightly, looking up and trying to see if the rest of the stragglers were coming from time to time, and sighing when they didn't appear. "Ugh, I'm so bored..." Leda complained. "Can't we just get on with it? If they're not coming, maybe one of the harpies ate them and it was destiny," Leda joked. She knew the harpies wouldn't start eating campers until given explicit permission to do so.