Morose

Star Crossed: a Star Wars Story (BlueSky44 & Morose)

"I'm afraid the Council insists that I look through the specs as well," Raynor said sympathetically. This was, perhaps, one of the reasons why he had been selected for this mission - he was rather good at lying. It wasn't something most Jedi were known for, the ability to conceal the truth, but Raynor seemed to have a talent for it - as if he were the favorite of some long forgotten god of lies. "If it's not too imposing, I would appreciate a room for the night - as it is getting rather late and I would hate to rush through examining your beautiful ships."

This was more of a formality, the last thing he had said - the Jedi Council had told him that arrangements had already been made for him to dine with Mr. Colbol that evening, and that it would be expected for Raynor to spend the night due to both the late hour and simply the social rules that the upper elite of the galaxy operated by. "I'm afraid I didn't catch you name, miss?" Raynor then said, following Jarothe out of the room, but his gaze went to the Twi'lek. Slavery was illegal in the Republic - but some corporations did their best to find ways around it, coming up with new words that really meant the same thing - sentient beings being treated as property, as animals, being forced to do things against their will, and receiving no pay for any labor performed.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: the Hidden Gem (Nallore, Morose, Kirah) Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: N/A

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Nancy snorted slightly - she found it very funny how Niah shrugged about the potential curse, and then suggested they pawn the potentially cursed items off to some unsuspecting mortals. She had a tendency in her mind to see Niah as this pure sweetheart of a person, but every now and then she was reminded of how human - and even somewhat apathetic - her friend could be. "Love that, the mortals could use a good curse, call it an early recession or whatever," Nancy quipped. She pouted slightly when Mads declared that the coins weren't cursed - but that some of the larger items might've been. "Aww, rats. That's too bad."

But hearing that it was all good, Nancy filled up on golden coins as well. They'd have plenty of money for a trip back to New Rome - hell, they could definitely afford airfare as long as they weren't ripped off. Nancy positively swooned at the idea of maybe even getting to go in First Class - the hot towels, the drinks, the little snacks, the leg room - it sounded absolutely divine. And calm. She'd never been on a plane before, having only really seen them in movies, but they seemed so peaceful and quiet. "I'll give you a nice tip," Nancy joked, holding up a gold coin to 'entice' Niah to carry them down - as if Niah wasn't also rich with gold at the moment.

What If?

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Guinevere Stark

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"Where's Lance? Wow, this is failing the Bechdel test so hard right now, but anyways, Lance is off with Carolina and my boyfriend at the moment, working on their end of the mission," Guin told Ed. "Now please let me out of this bubble?" she requested. Her eyes then widened, as people caught up with them - she was a bit annoyed Ed and Thalia hadn't managed to put more distance between them and Magneto's goons - and started throwing fireballs. At least inside of this bubble, Guin was safe. But it also meant she couldn't do much to help.

"Maybe hurry up with the ix-nay on the bubble-ay?" Guin stressed, using sloppy pig Latin sarcastically. Her power required her to be able to make skin to skin contact with someone to activate it. And even beyond that, she couldn't walk up and punch someone if she was confined inside of a bubble. And Ed had to be wasting at least 5% of his magic, if not more, on keeping the bubble up - so overall, things would be a lot better for everyone with the bubble down.

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Jade Cornish

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"If she can't lead them back, then this'll be a huge victory against Lamarckism," Jade quipped. Lamarckism was the theory that children could inherit traits their parents had acquired during their lifetime - or in this case, the idea that the Starks all inherited some sort of super intelligence gene. Jade was fairly certain that the only "intelligence" the Starks were inheriting was just an effect of having access to the best tutors and whatnot from an early age, and the money to pay for it. It was either that or likely just coincidence - not that the superhero fangirls tended to pay attention to that in their online forum posts about how smart a potential child of a Stark and a Richards could be.

"We're moving, you all should be able to find your way back," Jade said over the comms. She purposefully omitted details, such as how they should head into the sewers, in the off-chance that the group had been caught up in some of the fighting above. She didn't want to give away the resistance's location. She then motioned for Cass that they were ready to move, and Jade started to walk further into the sewer.

Star Crossed: a Star Wars Story (BlueSky44 & Morose)

Newly minted Jedi Knight Raynor Blake had no idea at all why he had been chosen for this assignment - and he had a bad feeling about it already. He had argued with his former master, Master Mozh, that he wasn't meant for this sort of thing - that he was more of a warrior than a spy. But as most conversations with Master Mozh went, Raynor somehow found himself doing exactly as Sevrina wanted him to do anyways. That was how he found himself here at Colbol Corp, wearing his nicest robes (the stuff they kept around for ceremonies or meeting with politicians in the Senate).

He had been waiting outside of the room, and Jarothe's helper came out, motioning for him to come in. Raynor sighed, before doing his best to look positive and upbeat.

"Mr. Colbol, it's an honor to meet you," Raynor said, coming into the room, his robes billowing lightly behind him. His blue lightsaber was attached to his belt. He extended a hand. "My name is Raynor Blake."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu

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EARTH 257 - 9:00 AM Nov. 14th, 2021 - the Blue

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Angel's Aerie

"What's Latveria?" Aero asked Cass, having never heard of that place before. "Ya sure ya don't mean Latvia? Because that's a real place. Latveria sounds like something some geek in a basement made up for their D&D campaign," Amelia scoffed, finishing the thought off. "Right, it's a little weird - not sure how I feel about it," Aero added. They didn't have a chance though to respond to the request about medical aid, as the X-Men had showed up. Aero and Amelia both rolled their eyes and stuck out their tongues in response to Syphon's jab. "Tosser," Aero muttered.

Raynor was having a horrible day. He was really regretting that he and Sparky had gone on this mission anyways - they should have taken time off, stayed at home with baby Zari, and let everyone else sort out this mess. Who even cared if Doom and Luminous were in another universe, terrorizing other people - why did that have to be their problem? "The X-Men are Genosha's secret black ops group," Raynor said, answering Sparky's question. "They do the dirty work so Erik and Charles' hands stay nice and clean, letting them play politicians while other people bleed for their dream."

A sense of fear and panic gripped Bonnie once again - she had managed to steady her mind, but now, seeing the X-Men, she felt like a kid. She felt like she was being told again that her parents had been killed in a terrorist attack, that the X-Men were responsible, and that they were gone - forever. She knew that it wasn't true. But emotions were emotions - they demanded to be felt, she couldn't just ignore them. Her knees felt weak and her head dizzy. She wanted to run, to put as much distance between herself and these people as possible.

But running wasn't the logical move. She knew that they needed to get help with what was happening to their minds. And they needed a means to get back home. A mutant country was likely to have someone capable of shunting them back across realities and who could help them to catch Luminous and Doom. Like it or not, she needed the help of these people - they all did. But more terrifying than all of that was the way Flynn was acting - like he wasn't himself anymore.

Bonnie didn't say it, but she knew that he was gone - that the man she loved had been overwritten, much like Amelia had. She just didn't know if it could be undone. "Do we have your word we'll be safe if we come with you?" Bonnie asked, looking at Firestorm. She didn't know how much his word would mean - but she asked all the same.

Raynor was staring at Firestorm. He could clearly see that Firestorm was Flynn - that much was undeniable, especially with how odd Flynn was acting. But saying that Raynor had known him as a child? That... It all suddenly clicked into place in Raynor's mind. He had a strong suspicion as to who exactly Firestorm had been - how he had known Raynor - remembering the little boy who used to follow him around everywhere on Genosha. "I'm sure your old man will be excited to see me," Raynor said bluntly. "How is Erik?"

"Who all is coming?" Mainfold asked, looking at Firestorm so he would know who to teleport back to Genosha with them.

"Huh, weird..." Cerebella said, tilting her head as she stared at Flynn. "Eye-Boy is right, you two really are the same person..."

"I don't think they're a clone of Firestorm either - they're so... authentic. Clones usually look a little synthetic," Eye-Boy agreed.

"They smell the same," Wolverine grunted.

The X-Men of Earth-257

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

Star Crossed: a Star Wars Story (BlueSky44 & Morose)

WAR PROFITEERING IN THE REPUBLIC!

The Galactic Republic is at war! Defended by the Jedi Knights and the clone army against the Separatists and their battle droids, the Republic relies on weapons and ship manufacturers to sustain the war effort. From space stations to star-fighters, hundreds of millions of credits are awarded in contracts by the Republic Senate each week. But for some manufacturers, Republic credits are not enough. There are rumors that Jarothe Colbol, the cruel and aggressive head of Colbol Corp, has been selling assault ships to the Separatists at a heavily discounted rate and declaring them as "missing," despite signing an exclusive contract with the Grand Army of the Republic.

Desperate to find proof and seize Colbol's assets, the Republic Senate has tasked newly minted Jedi Knight Raynor Blake with investigating Colbol Corp and its "missing" assault ships...

Ride or Die for the Republic (Morose & Kirah & Nallore)

Raynor was startled for a moment - it had to be a droid, right? But a sickening feeling in his stomach told him that something was very wrong here - that there was some grave imbalance in the Force. If it was a machine they were facing, it was somehow...

The thought vanished, as Raynor's instincts took over. His lightsaber ignited - a glowing shade of blue, the weapon of a Jedi Guardian. He spun his blade through the air, deflecting the blasts back at their source. Emzie had hit the figure from behind the droids, and the destroyer droids had their shields up, continuing to send blast after blast. While he didn't consciously think it, Raynor knew the two main weaknesses of destroyer droids - their shields did not stop stationary/extremely slow objects, and they were blind from behind.

Ordinarily when working with a Jedi, Raynor wouldn't need to tell them the plan - they would sort of feeling it, coming to work together in harmony. He didn't know if Emzie knew what he was going to do. But there was no time to stop. Whatever the thing was behind the destroyers, it was wrong. He just had to hope that Emzie had grenades or something on them, something to help them kill the destroyers.

Raynor force jumped over the destroyers, landing down behind them. He slashed his lightsaber from up high, the figure he was attacking still mostly in shadows, expecting to be able to slice the thing in half -

But instead, his blue blade met a scarlet red.

"What are you?!"

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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"Oh no, buddy, it's really fucking clear that you aren't at all like the Doctor Strange we know," Guin shot back. Digs to her intelligence really got under her skin. Had he not said that, Guin might've de-escalated - but now, it was war. "The biggest clue being that our Strange is competent - and you're anything but." She didn't know if she trusted him to actually be able to use a spell to send them home across the dimensions, so Guin's mind started thinking up alternate plans. If Strange couldn't help them, then maybe Mister Fantastic and all were around, or hell, even Doom might be a good option. Thor was a dud, but there was Asgard - they were experts in traveling the Nine Realms, maybe they had some sort of artifact that could cross universal boundaries.

"I will not break it unless I must," Runa vowed, taking the sling ring from Doctor Strange. She felt more comfortable now, knowing she had a means to access the Mirror Dimension. Hopefully, Lance and his father would return to human form soon. Strange was right though - the Hulk couldn't mix with Guinevere and Pietro, it was just too much baggage, far too painful for him. Runa could respect that. She knew that grief could warp the mind, cause people to do unimaginable things. "We'll find the rest of our people and secure lodgings elsewhere, as to avoid further incident. I'll stay in contact," Runa then said.

It had been a moment since Runa had used a sling ring, but it was a rather nice object to focus on. She checked on her earlier tracking spells, noting that the rest of the group were moving in their direction. Perfect. She assumed Edus must've been using mystical means of his own. It took her two tries, but Runa managed to open up a sling ring portal, seeing their wayward members on the other side. "Step on through, please - I was human last time I used a sling ring, I'm a bit out of practice," Runa instructed.

Guin glanced at the sling ring portal, happy to see that the others were on the other side - and looking mostly unharmed. At least Runa seemed to have found her mojo again, her magic was doing much better than it had been previously. Still, there was one thing that was still missing (not Amidala - the little space lemur was hanging upside down from the rafters, completely content and unbothered by everything that had happened). No, the most important thing of all was missing - God fucking damnit they don't have my suit... My poor baby is gone...

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 -> Big House
Skills: N/A

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Nancy appreciated what Zeke meant, when he claimed he would blind anyone who tried to push her. She knew that he meant well. But she didn't want him to do that if that happened. Nancy didn't like other people fighting battles for her - if someone decided to push her too much on the gnarly details, Nancy wanted to handle it herself. Sure, she didn't always handle things in a super healthy and helpful way, but at least she could say that she had done it herself. It was a personality trait that had both helped and hindered her in her life - her almost incapability to fully trust someone else and let someone else take care of her. "Joanie's been around, she just doesn't like the archery range," Nancy told Zeke, giving her tiny purple dragon a friendly scratch on the snout. Nancy didn't say when she had gotten Joanie though - mostly as that day had also been rather traumatic and Nancy had had her fill of trauma for the day.

She nodded when Zeke said he would see her inside. A part of her was glad to see Niah and Mads, not just because she loved them both dearly and was going to miss them terribly, but also because it meant another moment's delay from the horrible gauntlet of her own trauma she was about to have to undergo again.

Nancy returned Mads' hug, a little tighter than normal - she didn't want to let her friend go, either of them. But she released Mads. She smiled a bit sadly as Niah pointed out she had slain a dragon before. "You'll scare Joanie talking about that," Nancy joked. "But the thing is... I couldn't have done it without you two. I can do anything if you're by my side," she told her friends sincerely, before joining the group hug that Niah had opened up.

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Big House -> the Van
Skills: Superhuman Speed

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Leda smirked slightly as Kiera accepted her challenge, even adding on a fun set of conditions. Leda yawned, stretching her arms out above her head. She tilted her head from side to side, loosening up her neck slightly. Leda then reached down, touching her toes on either foot. By this point, it had been at least a minute or so. "Mm, s'pose that's enough of a start," Leda mused, before taking off at what - to her - was a light, casual pace. Rather than an indescribable rainbow streak, Leda was actually moving at a pace that allowed others to clearly see the outline of her body - still moving faster than the most gifted mortal runners and athletes, but not so slow as to become just a beam of light to the naked eye.

Even then, the Rainbow Princess made it to the van way before the others. She smirked, spotting her girlfriend coming down from the hill. "Hurry up, slowpoke!" Leda shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth to project her voice some. Andy and Arthur made it down and Leda waved at them slightly. She was already growing slightly bored, her brief bit of entertainment ending. She knew better though than to swipe Argus' book and skim through it quickly - she didn't doubt that with all of those eyes, he'd be able to see a speedster coming and react in time.

🌠 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 mildly surprised that that had been enough to persuade Ariel and Eric to help them against Maleficent. Either they were push-overs or they had already been inclined to make the decision to help them out; Megan didn't know them enough to say one way or another. She raised a slight eyebrow as Eric left to deal with war, while Ariel was then delegated with giving them a tour around the palace. Megan suspected gender norms at work. But she didn't say anything. As much as she was curious about how the shark executions worked, she didn't want to experience it firsthand - not today, at least.

A tour around the palace sounded mildly interesting, but also dull at the same time. They had been traveling all over this realm, trying to accomplish all of these tasks, and it felt like they more or less just went from place to place to talk to people. Megan was itching for a little more action, something to get the blood pumping through her veins. Her thoughts drifted towards excalibur, the sword securely at her side. "Do you have dungeons we can see?" Megan asked. "Or any sort of medical facility?" She was a medical examiner, after all - Megan was curious as to what medicine looked like here.