Morose

Song of Heroes - a Percy Jackson RP (Morose & DragonicQueen)

the Arena...

Today was a more traditional lesson in swordsmanship from Luke. The arena hadn't been turned into an obstacle course - instead, the straw dummies were out and scattered around. Luke surveyed the assembled demigods, most of them his siblings, and he grinned. His eyes settled on young Percy Jackson for a moment, before he started. "Alright, campers - today we're practicing our basic strikes on the dummies. After we've done that, I'll be pairing you up for sparring matches." He motioned to the side of the arena, where the swords were kept for those who didn't own their own sword. "Grab your sword and get started on those strikes, I'll be coming around to help as needed."

Luke intended on coaching Percy in particular today, going through the basics of Greek sword-fighting, while the rest of the Campers worked on their basics. It was a win-win as far as he was concerned.

Lorna yawned slightly. She hadn't really slept well the night before. Her sleep had been plagued with nightmares, nightmares that she wasn't ready to talk to anyone about. She'd rather take out her fears and anxieties on the dummies anyways. She headed on over to the weapons rack, and picked up a sword. She didn't even really notice it, but the sword instantly became balanced and sharp in her hand - moments before, the blade had been dull and somewhat dirtied.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: NYC
Skills: N/A

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Nancy didn't feel much sympathy for Janelle in this instance. Nor did Nancy agree with her. People could phrase it however they liked, but the issues the Greeks had was that they saw themselves as individual heroes at the end of the day - to handle this like Romans, they had to think of themselves as a group first. She raised an eyebrow as Kristin asked to learn Roman military tactics in one breath, and then instead wanted to focus on individuals with the other. "I don't think you all know what it means to fight as a group - you don't start off by focusing on the individuals, you focus on the whole. For demigods, that means we start with formations and movements."

She doubted this would excite them very much. Roman demigods drilled through these strategies in units from the moment they joined the Legion until the day that their service ended. They drilled Triple Line formations, the Flying Wedge, and the Testudo. They learned about onagers and pila. But more importantly, they learned construction - they learned how to build bridges and ladders and everything that the Legion could need, just like the days of old. "Once you've drilled your formations, then you can think about the individual abilities and powers. You can treat them like weapons. For example, do you need people in the front of the Flying Wedge who can deliver ranged attacks? Where do you place your healers? Where do you put the experienced members - in the Triple Line, the new recruits go in the front. But in the Wedge, the opposite is true."

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: NYC - Pier Area
Skills: N/A

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Leda flexed her hand somewhat gingerly. The sudden surprise of seeing one of the demigods they rescued by claimed by Poseidon had distracted her for a moment from the fresh wasp sting, but now Leda found it harder to ignore. She was used to more serious injuries and could deal with the pain, but the minor pain from the wasp sting was somehow a million times more unbearable. Maybe that was why she immediately was in somewhat of a mood, a little bit irritated with Sera despite not getting to know her. But then again, despite very few people picking up on it, Leda could be a bit two-faced at times - and a bit, well, bitchy really.

"Please, luv, one sibling does not a slut make for your exalted father," Leda teased. Most people at Camp Half-blood had way more than just one sibling, with a dozen or so per cabin not being unusual at all. Add in of course the Roman demigods and then Leda was fairly confident that some of the gods had literal armies of children behind them. Poseidon having three kids - that they knew about - was just a drop in the bucket.

Leda shrugged a bit at Seraphina. "Don't sweat it, kid. I can protect both of you," she said. Leda was boasting, but she wasn't entirely unfounded. She was a gifted sword fighter, plus the speed she had inherited from her mother meant that she could move faster than most people could react. She did sigh slightly though - a romantic quest with her girlfriend would be somewhat impossible with Hercules and Sera joining them.

The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Kirah

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Genosha: August 22nd, 2021 - 10:30 PM

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The Quiet Council of Genosha

Autumn Table:
Magneto - Omega Level Mutant, Master of Magnetism
Reeva Payge - Disorienting, Hallucinatory Sonic Scream
SELENE! - Psychic Vampire-Witch, Dark Priestess of Rome, Demonic Huntress, Goddess of the Moon, the First One, Mother of All Mutants

Summer Table:
Veil - Invisibility and Force Fields
Caduceus - Omega Level Mutant, Healing and Adaptation
Spark Plug - Electrokinesis, Empathy, Weather Manipulation [spell broken]

Spring Table:
Esme Frost - Telepathy, Psychic Host of Emma Frost & the Dead Cuckoos
Polaris - Mistress of Magnetism [spell broken]
Moneta - Retrocognition and Holographic Projection

Winter Table:
Mr. Sinister* - All
Mystique - Shapeshifting [unconscious]
Destiny - Prophecy

* not actually a mutant

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Veil & Casper & Sunshine

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Location: the Carousel
Skills: Mediumship

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The Stage

Selene's eyes flashed in warning as Andy approached her at the stage, chastising her for ruining the party. Selene dramatically turned her head to face her daughter, staring down at her - Andy would then realize that her mother was not the same as she had been when the evening started. No, her skin was glowing a luminous blue and she was now at least ten feet tall, growing a bit more every moment. The enchantments on Selene's outfit must've been constantly adjusting, in order to keep her looking as pussy as possible.

"Daughter," Selene sneered, as if talking to a particularly dumb pet. "This is the Hellfire Gala. This is the party. I'm not doing any of this to impress you or to win your favor. If you have not accepted your nature, our nature, as the lunar huntresses of this world... Well, then I'm afraid you might be even a larger flop than that Nova Roman brat." Selene rolled her eyes in disgust. "Now, darling, stop ruining mummy's moment and decide if you are going to be a predator... or if your soul will be the next one I consume to fuel my divinity."

Selene then flicked her finger, using her mutant gift to manipulate non-organic matter on Andy's dress (and of course, a little magical assist so that way Andy's dress didn't merely rip off of her). She sent her daughter flying backwards off of the stage, before throwing one last look in her direction.

"Also, that dress is not your color. It looks hideous."

Mutant Underground Table -

The Jack Wayne persona vanished, as the hard-light spear went through Legion's heart. Legion stumbled backwards to the ground, gasping for air as blood trickled from his lips. His body began to still. And then suddenly, there was a new light behind his eyes. He looked uncertain and scared, frightened and overwhelmed, as his body lost its tangibility. He was made out of swirling water, somehow holding his shape and not breaking apart. The skittish personality that took over quickly darted back.

"St-st-stay back!" Legion shouted at Moneta, Legion's voice high-pitched and feminine. "I don't wanna hurt you, lady!"

Shi'Ar Bartender Set-Up

Of course, there were heroes beyond the Mutant Underground cohort here ready to fight. One of them, for example, was sneaking up right behind Callie. Wearing a gorgeous black gown that really brought out the colors in her wings, Pixie had her souldagger clutched in hand. Her souldagger had the ability to remove enchantments, as it could really only harm things made of magic. "Hey, bitch!" Pixie shouted from right behind Callie, meant to stun and surprise her.

And then, Pixie stabbed Callie in the head with her dagger. It was painful, and it would feel like someone was scrambling her brains, but the enchantment would be removed. Callie would be her own person again. "You good now, hmm?" Pixie asked. "Because we have a lot of assholes to deal with. And it'd be super chill if we weren't all getting hit by lightning while it happens."

(Un?)fortunately though, Veil was nowhere to be seen. She had turned herself perfectly invisible and was sneaking up behind unsuspecting people, killing them from behind. They never saw her coming and her blows were quick and smart, giving them nearly painless, instant deaths.

Midway Between Shi'Ar Bar and Underground Table

The lightning strike that had hit James had spared Casper - but it was not a long reprieve. Helpless on the ground, Casper scrambled backwards, doing his best to put distance between himself and, well, everyone. Everyone here seemed to want to insult and/or kill him.

Then, James was upon Casper again. Casper desperately searched James' eyes for anything, for any sign that his soulmate was still in there, but there was nothing. Casper was weeping, holding up his hands in front of his face. "Please, James, I..." CRACK! Casper's sentence went unfinished. He died almost instantly, almost painlessly. His blood was on James' hands.

And Casper's body was limp now, lifeless on the dance floor.

"CASPER!!!!" Ben screamed, horrified as his best friend died in front of him. Ben couldn't believe what he was seeing. Yes, Casper got himself into dangerous situations all of the time, but he had been close to death before and managed to beat the odds. But this, this was final. Ben knew in his heart that Casper wouldn't just pop back up a moment later, that his heart wouldn't manage to be restarted with a well placed shock.

Ben saw red. He wanted James dead. His tentacles shot out from the pocket-dimension inside of his stomach, and Ben ensnared James. It was easy enough for him to do, as unbeknownst to Ben, Jack had convinced James' mind that they were back at the Mutant Underground, as if they had never left. Ben tightened his grip on James, aiming to pop him like a tube of GoGurt. James' reactive adaptation power kicked in, making his body stretchy and elastic - like Jack or Mister Fantastic, really.

Sapphire's ghost, strangely enough, was still with them. She blasted at James with a beam of ice, aiming to freeze and shatter him - the very way she had killed Jack - but Ben's tentacles were in the way. She ended up giving Ben's tentacles a bad case of frostbite. "Huh, looks like rolls are a bit reversed now, your the living one and I'm the ghost," Sapphire said towards Ben with a bit of a laugh.

"Watch your aim!" Ben snapped at her.

"Anyone else wonder how the hell I'm still visible to the rest of you. Considering the person summoning me is dead?"

Above the Crowd

Currently, Max's dragon was not causing nearly as much damage as it could have been. It was very much fixated on trying to kill the annoying Valkyrie pest and her stupid magic horse. The dragon was hungry, having just been born into existence, and felt like they would make a nice snack. The dragon had decided that the Valkyrie would have a nice crunch to her - crunchy crunchy crunch!

The dragon roared, breathing a gigantic column of fire. The fire missed Zarina, as her horsey was able to fly out of the way, but the innocent people below were not nearly so lucky. Many perished in the flames, their souls then consumed by the psychic vampire, SELENE! The fire didn't just kill those innocents though, it seemed to melt the ground that it touched, as if it were somehow dissolving the island itself...

Near the Asgard Bartender Set-Up

Polaris was enchanted by Echo's song - or rather, disenchanted. She swayed to the song, the fields dropping, and then suddenly it was like she was truly awake again. Selene's hold on her had dissolved, the spell that had ensnared her vanishing. "That goddamn bitch!" Polaris cursed. "I'm going rip her apart with my bare hands," she vowed, glaring in Selene's direction.

"I think not, daughter," Magneto wheezed. He was shaking and trembling, not from fear but due to illness. Sweat was pouring down his face and it wasn't really clear how long he would actually be able to remain standing. But Magneto was the master of magnetism - he had an iron will. The illness forced him to drop the magnetic dome, allowing innocent civilians to begin to properly flee the scene, as he began to battle his daughter. Magneto and Polaris shot up into the sky. It was a battle of magnetic poles, north against south, daughter against father, future against past, legacy against history. Their powers clashed. Ordinarily, Magneto would have easily won, being an omega level mutant whereas Polaris was not. But today, they were evenly matched, locked into a contest of wills.

"Woah..." Sunshine whispered, before shaking her head slightly. As cool as it was to see two masters of magnetism going at it, they had more important things to deal with. There were still members of the Quiet Council who hadn't been engaged yet. But even then, there was something important that they had learned that the others needed to know. "Echo, it's music - that's how we break the spell. She enchanted them with a song and then you singing a stupid Harry Styles cover undid it."

"I like Harry Styles..." Marrow muttered under her breath. It was a point of contention between them.

"Whatever. If we can get you, Dazzler, and Lila Cheney singing together - maybe it'll be catchy and loud enough to remove the spell from everyone at once," Sunshine suggested. "You can make your voice really loud, right? Like annoyingly loud? Because I somehow doubt Selene would give up the stage and all the mics..." Of course, most of the music had been telepathically boosted in volume at the party - there weren't very many mics at all.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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EARTH 257 - 7:00 AM Nov. 15th, 2021 - London, England

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Jubilee Park and Garden -

The Sorceress Supreme smiled at Oliver, but gave him no answer. At least, that would be how it appeared to the others. In Oliver's mind, however, he suddenly saw. He could see futures stretching out in front of him like a long and winding path. At first, there were Doom and Luminous, arguing, the conflict escalating into a fight, a fight that Luminous did not survive. Then, Doom sneaking up on a figure with blonde curls and a green cloak. The images were flashing, going faster now. Doom, surrounded in a triumphant green glow. Doom, at the head of a vast army of Doombots. Heroes, failing to unite against him. Innocent civilians killed in the streets. Reality burning. The dead screaming, rising from their graves. The Celestials delivering Judgment. Doom, seeking a force from Beyond. Doom, ascendant; reality fallen. Worlds destroyed. Realms obliterated. Nothing remained. Nothing but Doom.

"I cannot aid you more, Secret Warriors - my magics are focused on holding together the fabric of our reality, a task that should I stop would mean the unraveling of us all, a violent incursion which none would survive... in our universe or the next."

The Sorceress Supreme then vanished as mysteriously as she had appeared, without a moment's warning or explanation.

Of course, the Secret Warriors themselves vanished, thanks to Sparky's magic ring, only to appear again moments later in....

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EARTH 257 - 8:00 AM Nov. 15th, 2021 - Odinskeep, New Asgard

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The time difference from London to New Asgard was hardly noticeable - it was still early morning, with the sun climbing in the sky. The architecture, however, was considerably different. For the most part, the buildings resembled something you would see in a Legend of Zelda game - cute little cottages, the sort of things that would pop up in a charming fantasy village. There were also what looked like grand palaces and magnificent Asgardian structures, adding in a bit of a Percy Jackson sort of vibe.

In short, New Asgard looked like no other place they had ever been to before - except, perhaps, Asgard itself.

The signs were all written in the native tongue of the Asgardians, meaning that to everyone except for Raynor, they were unintelligible. However, Raynor didn't need to read the signs to know where they were. He knew that they were in Odinskeep - the capital city - where his cousin still lived - the seat of power from which his aunt, the All-Seer, ruled. Raynor's insides twisted with discomfort, feeling the eye of Queen Sif upon him. He knew that she knew he was here. He knew that she knew every unspeakable thing he had done. Immense shame filled Raynor as his shoulders tensed. He hated this place, because it reminded him how much he hated himself.

His parents were THE It couple of Asgard - beautiful Baldur and gorgeous Nanna. They were so perfect, pure, and sweet that when Baldur died, his mother died not too long after, unable to be without her husband. His brother, Forseti, was a kind and just judge, delivering justice to all who should seek it out.

And then there was Raynor. The habitual liar. The charming narcissist. The mercenary. The terrorist. The violent and depraved prodigal son. The stain upon Baldur the Beautiful's shining legacy.

Bonnie noticed the angry silence that had overcome Raynor, and while she didn't particularly like him, she wasn't ignorant to the pain that he must have been in. He deserved that pain, though - for the unspeakable crimes that he had committed. And Bonnie knew that opinion wasn't an influence of this world, it was one that she would still hold back on Earth!666. People needed to be held accountable for their actions. Raynor needed to atone for his sins. His victims deserved justice. "I agree - the witch's words implied that we were supposed to protect a person, rather than a thing," Bonnie said, continuing the conversation that had started before Sparky transported them.

"And how are we gonna find this person?" Amelia asked. She had been in the Operations Academy, but investigations had never been her strong suit. She was a pilot and a daredevil to her core - the sneakier things never really held her interest. "Or Doom or Luminous? Like, the minute we saw them, they just buggered off and left us with the world's grossest eyeball demon. Maria still looks like she's trying out for a part in American Horror Story!"

"Raynor, is there someone here who you think we should go to for help? Or someplace where magical types tend to gather?" Bonnie asked. She knew that the wizards in their world had different sanctums that they would dwell in, and she imagined there might be something analogous here in New Asgard. Someone here had to know who the Nexus was. Or at the very least, someone ought to have seen Doom and Luminous running about. She didn't doubt that the speedster had already carried Doom here.

Raynor huffed, but nodded. He turned his gaze, staring at the cottage they had appeared in front of. Of course they had ended up here. He bet his cousin had meddled somehow, finding this funny. "We're at her house," he said cryptically.

Amelia then did a double take, almost screaming from surprise. She had seen a shadow cast on the ground that was large, and she had thought it was just a low flying plane - or maybe an Asgardian flying about. But when she looked up, she saw a gigantic and absolutely massive wild dragon. It didn't pay them any attention, and no one else wandering around the streets of Odinskeep seemed to stop and stare. It was clearly a normal occurrence. "Bloody hell, you lot just casually have dragons...."

Song of Heroes - a Percy Jackson RP (Morose & DragonicQueen)

the Lakeshore...

Lorna sighed, fidgeting slightly at the assessment that they'd have to leave Kitty alone. She really hated leaving things like this. It was gnawing away at her from the inside, making her feel uncomfortable and stressed. Lorna never really did do well when she felt her friends were angry with her - she wanted to resolve the problem as soon as she could, just go ahead and rip off the bandaid. Leaving things be for a little while, even though she logically knew was the healthy choice, threatened to drive her insane. "Urghh, you're probably right... Maybe the fish are being better friends to her," she mumbled, feeling a bit ashamed still.

She glanced towards the craft building, spotting her siblings and other residents of Cabin Eleven heading on inside. She was going to be late if she didn't sprint on over there. But Lorna didn't care. It wasn't like the kitchen harpies would pop up and eat her if she didn't make it to arts & crafts on time.

Then, Kitty's head surfaced and Lorna's heart did a backflip. She had hardly processed Kitty's words before a word avalanche of its own fell from Lorna's lips. "Are you sure? Because we are really sorry - it was stupid of us and it hurt you and, like, if you want to punch me in the face then that is totally okay. Or slap me or whatever. Your business with Luke is your business and we shouldn't have said anything about it. Like you're great, he's great, everyone's... great." Lorna had no idea where she was going with this anymore, looking at Kitty somewhat anxiously. "So so so so.... great."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: Woods (Mary's Group)
Skills: Telepathy, Agility, Unarmed Combat

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Have you found anything yet? We're getting our asses kicked here - literally, Guin whispered telepathically to Pietro. Things were not going well. Exodus and Guin's counterpart, Haze, were telepathically assaulting their minds. Quicksilver was being an asshole. Exodus had thrown them all back, sending Guin flying into a tree. Mary seemed to have lost control and was ripping up the trees around them. And then Annie's counterpart, Mystery, was sashaying towards her, having cut Guin off from her allies by an immediately very aesthetic wall of fireworks.

"Uh, wow. Very hot - literally. And creepy. Honestly didn't know Annie had it in her," Guin quipped. She was a naturally quippy person, but she also was at a disadvantage here, as she was on the ground. She tried to kick Mystery in the jaw from her position on the ground against the tree, but she missed, her leg not extending far enough. Quickly improvising, Guin instead swept Mystery's legs out from underneath her, sending her fabulous foe crashing to the ground. "What is your deal though? I'm kinda curious now. What's your evil backstory?"

She then concentrated on the telepathic onslaught Exodus and Haze were unleashing, projecting a telepathic shield for her group. It was dampening the worst of it, which was really the best that Guin could do, especially as she was still actively fighting against evil Annie for her life.

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Lavender Haze

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Location: Woods (Mary's group)
Skills: Telepathy

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Haze's lips briefly twitched into a smile at Mystery's thanks, a motion so brief that most people would've missed it. She was amused with Mystery's theatrics, finding the pyrotechnic wall rather beautiful. The girl that looked like her - Guin Stark - wasn't putting up much of a telepathic struggle. Haze wordlessly communicated with Exodus that she was going to refocus her efforts on the strong one, just giving him a single glance. Clearly, they didn't need both of them telepathically attacking this group. Either of them could have done this in their sleep.

At first, Haze went with a rather simple attack - she focused on the ginger one, attempting to pull her into one of her own worst memories. Yet nothing happened. Haze tilted her head, deciding on an alternative approach. She would convince the girl that her friends were her foes and that they, her foes, were her very best friends.

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: the Woods (Runa's group)
Skills: Darkness Manipulation, Staff Combat

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Things were hardly going well here either. Klara had broken free from Runa's restraints, and clearly seemed to recognize her, building up the uneasy feeling in Runa's stomach. Yes, it was very possible that in this world, she had made her cousin an identical circlet. But she could hardly contemplate the uncanniness of it all before Gambit, the rake, threw a card that exploded in her face. "Arghh," Runa complained, spitting a little bit of blood out of her mouth, not really injured at all thanks to being a goddess, but she was annoyed. "I will deal with you next, scoundrel," she promised.

Runa briefly took a moment to focus on Betheny's lie, using her subtle dominion over lies to make it more believable.

She needed to focus on the sorcerer though, as he was pelting them above with blasts of energy, some of which had hit Runa. She gritted her teeth in annoyance. Couldn't these people respect the rules of combat and go one at a time? Where was the civility in this warfare? "Edus, if you had wanted my undivided attention, all you needed to do was simply ask," Runa said. She sent a rush of darkness at him, forcing the darkness into his mouth, causing him to suffocate and choke. If he died, she didn't care. But truthfully, all she wanted to do was take his magic off the board.

Runa then swung at Edus with Gandr, attempting to hit him in the head with her staff, but - luckily for him - she missed.

Song of Heroes - a Percy Jackson RP (Morose & DragonicQueen)

Woodland Border to the Lake...

Lorna couldn't help but giggle slightly, relaxing a bit now that Fable seemed to be a bit more nervous. It was incredibly cute - a thought that Lorna was slightly aware of but really didn't want to spend too much time unpacking. Emotions and stuff were hard - she'd much rather focus on fighting and swordplay. "Yeah, you said it fine," Lorna said with a smile. "They're, like, like the main holidays in the Jewish calendar - like how the Solstices are important for the Greeks above everything else." She was used to people being confused whenever she mentioned something about Jewish holidays. It was more unusual when they knew what they were, to be honest.

Lorna hadn't been raised particularly religious - her father was a Greek god after all and her step-father was a classic WASP. Her mother didn't really practice or observe things, treating it more as a cultural heritage than a religious one. But Lorna did like exploring her Jewish identity, and the Eisenhardts were nice people. Nadja's grandfather always had the best stories that captivated Lorna's imagination for hours on end.

She reached the lakeshore, just in time to see Kitty dive underneath the waves. "Kitty?!" Lorna called out. "Are you okay? We're really sorry!"

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: NYC
Skills: N/A

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Nancy honestly didn't mind it when her dragon chewed on her hair - if anything, she found it rather cute. "I know, girl, I'm not happy about this either," she murmured. The Greeks seemed to have finally come to the conclusion that they were entirely disorganized and most likely doomed to failure. Even Cassian was now pointing out that the Romans probably had experience with this - which they did. Simply put, Romans had their shit together and Greeks didn't.

Nancy took a few steps away from the wall, going closer to the bench. "I can get you all into shape, but you won't like it," Nancy said. "Your issue is that you each think you're the star of the show. And you're not. None of you are. No one is greater than the group. You don't fight like an individual, you fight like a part of a whole." She eyed them, curious as to their reactions. And it wasn't going to just be words. If they wanted to drill like Romans, she'd drill them - they'd have some time on the train. And practicing in a tight space would be challenging, but rewarding.

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: NYC - Pier Area
Skills: N/A

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"You aren't sick of cabbies?" Leda teased Kiera, given that the last driver had tried to kidnap them. Ultimately, no harm had really been done - besides Hades seemingly freaking out and recalling Arthur back to the Underworld, putting them a demigod short on the quest... and forcing Leda to accept bringing the cyclops who kept calling her mum along. The little kid had already been ruining the romantic vibes somewhat, the clingy cyclops definitely wasn't going to improve things.

The conversation was prematurely cut short though, as two cars pulled up - Argus must've been speeding the entire way from Camp to get here this quickly. Leda hadn't even planned on still being around when Argus showed up to get the kids, as she had imagined they would've been off on their quest again. She waved at Alana slightly, as the Athena kid got on out. "Sup?" Leda asked. The rescued kids were piling into the camp vans, and they were almost free to leave and go back on their quest when a trident appeared over the head of one of them.

Leda did her best to hide her sigh.

If Poseidon was claiming this kid now, the most likely reason was because he wanted this kid to go on the quest with them. Otherwise, why wait for this moment? Why not just claim them when they were back at camp? Leda guessed with a war going on between the gods, Poseidon would rather have his kids underwater. "Depends on who you ask," Leda told Seraphina. "Now, you fancy going on a quest with us? You might even meet your old man."

🌠 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 snorted ever so slightly as Erik instructed that Hook had to be taken alive, but the others could be killed. The cynical part of her figured that Hook was too valuable an IP for him to be killed off in this story - and even if they thought they killed him, odds are they wouldn't see his body. Could she really prove that this world operated at the whims of storytelling tropes and themes? No. But there was little evidence she could see to disprove the notion that no matter what happened, it would be whatever events make for the most satisfying story.

They made their way back to the campsite, where the group began to split off. Megan's father, King Arthur, was going off on patrol. Megan felt that he probably wanted her to join him. Megan didn't feel much like eating. However, she had spent a lot of time with her parents. She either wanted to spend some moments alone - or perhaps more needed, she ought to check in on her brother. She glanced at Jack. "I'm going to go see what sort of poisonous berries are native to this forest, if you'd care to join me," she offered.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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EARTH 257 - 6:50 AM Nov. 15th, 2021 - London, England

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Jubilee Park and Garden -

There was a collective sigh of relief as Gargantos was slain, sent back to whatever dark depths it had emerged from. The fight had taken far longer than anyone would have liked, and the park was now empty, no more civilians remaining. Luckily, no one seemed to have really gotten seriously injured. Bonnie didn't feel amazing by any means, as Flynn came over asking her how she was. Athena's power was pretty much keeping her and the baby safe. "I've been worse," she told him with a grimace.

She paused for a moment, looking at him. For the moment, he seemed to be himself again. But she was aware of the ever present threat that their memories could be reverted and wiped. Professor X had helped them, but for how long? He had treated the symptoms, not the cause. And while they had a clue now as to what Luminous and Doom were after, they weren't much closer. Bonnie's only idea was that the main thing they both had in common was magic - so maybe this Nexus, whatever it was, had to be magic.

Their group didn't do great when it came to magic.

"Well gang, I'd say we absolutely smashed that," Amelia said, shaking her legs out a little bit. "Let's go over what we know, hmm? They went after a thing called a Nexus and... that's it. That's all we know. Unless one of the geniuses can tell us more? Can we just ring up Genosha and ask those mates to come pick us up? Or we could chill here, maybe get a spot of tea or something, that's what you do in London right?"

Amelia had absolutely no idea what they were supposed to do. None. Zero. Absolutely nothing. It felt like the universe had just been moving them from location to location so far, so she was honestly just waiting for something to show up and tell them what they needed to do next. Nothing she remembered as Aero was helping either, there wasn't anything about a Nexus or whatever back in the Blue.

"It's definitely some sort of magic shit," Raynor said. "But I've never heard of it. And I am guessing witch boy hasn't either, since he hasn't spat out a memorization of some OMEN text?" he added somewhat harshly, referring to Flynn. He was happy that the demon had been dispersed, but also frustrated. They had been in this world way too long. He wanted to be home with his kid, not here chasing down Doom and Luminous. Raynor didn't care if they stayed in this world after all. This world didn't matter to him.

"You are correct, of course, it is some magic shit," a blonde woman dressed in a red suit with a blue cape said, as she stepped into view. Her form was strangely glowing, and those who had seen it before would realize that she was astral projecting. Her name was Amanda Sefton, ally of the X-Men, foster sister and girlfriend of Kurt Wagner (yes, sister and girlfriend...). But in this world, Amanda was the Sorcerer Supreme, Master of the Mystic Arts.

"Doom and Luminous' plans threaten all realities at a time where the walls between universes has been made thin and fragile," Amanda said, not giving anyone a beat to question who she was. "You must seek out the Nexus in New Asgard. Protect her at all costs and I will see you safely home to your reality. Fail and there will be no reality to return to."