Morose

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Megan Pendragon

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Location: Rapunzel's Tower
Skills: N/A

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Megan smiled slightly at Lancelot's offer to spar once he was recovered, although that may not be for quite a while given his condition. "I'd like that." Now that she remembered where she came from, the fencing tournaments and matches of Earth seemed so... quaint. She wanted a deadly duel between knights, blades flashing, the fight not to the touch but to the floor. A fight that only ended when the other begged mercy, knowing they could not continue. A fight where the only rule was to not get killed. A fight that would make her shiver with anticipation.

She raised an eyebrow, turning slightly pink as her parents suggested finding a match for her. She remembered that being somewhat normal in this world, arranged marriages between royals. But she also had grown up on Earth, where such things were antiquated. "Unless you can find a girl who shimmers like the moon and causes skeletons to dance, I do not know if a match for me would be possible," Megan confessed.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Burger King
Skills: N/A

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Nancy nodded at Zeke, but didn't say anything. She had half a mind to walk back to the train station by herself. Joanie could fight just as well as some of these Greeks - and better than a few of them, too. She was pleasantly surprised that Demetri didn't push back. However, she was not shocked by Cassian's behavior. Her left eye twitched. She was sick of him. She didn't need his passive aggressive crap.

"Yes, please, tell us more about how important this quest is - as if we don't already know. Do you think I'd return to the Lotus Hotel for anything LESS than the UNIVERSE BURNING?!" she snapped, standing up. Her milkshake knocked over and began pouring out over the table, but Nancy didn't care. Her rage burned within her like a furnace. "How about YOU return to a place where you were almost raped! Where you had to KILL the men assaulting you - where you sat in their BLOOD and no matter how hard you scrubbed, it wouldn't come off of your hands? And there was no one to help you, because everyone was trapped inside a dream, but yours had become a nightmare? HOW ABOUT YOU FUCKING DO THAT, YOU GODS-DAMNED PIECE OF WORTHLESS GRODY ASS SHIT! I've fucking had it! This quest is so fucking important, that you can't respect my ONE BOUNDARY?! Fine! Do it without me! I hope you all rot in Tartarus for all I care!"

Her eyes darted to her milkshake, slowly spilling on the table. The lid was keeping most of it within the cup. She picked it up and removed the lid - and then cruelly poured it on Cassian's head.

"C'mon, Joanie, we're leaving," she told her dragon firmly.

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Under the Sea
Skills: N/A

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Leda considered Kiera's suggestion. Her main worry is that it would scare Oceanus off, putting the trident out of their reach. As long as his forces were engaging the camp, he was stuck. And maybe if they recovered the trident, Poseidon would have the strength to rally and crush the rest of this army, before the camp was evacuated. But evacuating the camp, while it would save lives, could also tip their hand. Sera seconded Kiera's plan and Leda frowned. She didn't want to risk the lives of Camp Fish-blood... But there were also lives at stake the longer Oceanus went unchecked, the longer he had Poseidon's trident.

"Not to be a bitch, but... We might lose our chance to recover the trident if we do that," Leda suggested uncomfortably. "We'll slow the army down, but Oceanus is bound to have scouts. A few of them might even be faster than me. They'll know the camp is being evacuated, maybe realize what we saw, and scatter." It was what Leda would've done, if she were Oceanus. Maybe he was more egotistical than she was giving him credit for. "It's a bit of a Sophie's choice, isn't it? Camp Fish-blood, full of innocents... Or the other innocents who will die if we fail..."

"Or... maybe when you two do the current trick, I sneak in there and get the trident," Leda added.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: the Mansion
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~

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"Actually, it's Dr. Chase," Bonnie corrected Max. Ordinarily, she would've been irritated at the suggestion that she stay behind, that it wasn't safe for her. She had been in the field for a long time, long before she ever became the host of Athena. But April was so young, she was loathe to be apart from her. "I can remain here. But you don't need to worry about my safety." She didn't plan to brag or show off her powers. She'd prefer to keep her cards somewhat close to the vest.

It seemed like everything was settled though. "Great, then let's get going - we have no time to lose," Guin pressed. She hadn't heard anything from Mary in a little bit, but she assumed that everything had to be okay. Everything was going to be fine. There was no reason to think that it wouldn't be. Sure, they were potentially dealing with Magneto in space, in their lovely metal ships... But Guin was in denial that anything could be horrible here. Pietro was fine. Everyone was going to be fine. They'd probably even be back in time for dinner. Maybe they'd go out and get ice cream. Gelato, even. Gelato sounded nice.

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Neil Spellman

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Location: the Asteroid
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~

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Neil didn't trust this. It all felt too fishy to him - like some sort of a telemarketing scam. Things seemed somewhat plausible on the surface, but Neil's gut was telling him it wasn't all as neat as that douche Fabian Cortez was laying it all out to be. It seemed like there shouldn't be an issue with them leaving this place, it seemed. But would Magneto really let them all go? And even if he would, would his zealous acolytes let them just walk out of this place? Sure, some of them hated them, but even then... Maybe they'd rather just hold them as prisoners here.

"Even if we can't reprogram them, I can try to guide them..." Neil offered. His telekinesis wasn't as powerful as like Jean Grey's, but if the other X-Men could get the Blackbird or something up into space, Neil was pretty sure he could telekinetically push a pod over to it. They'd all have to try to cram inside the pods though. His heart broke slightly, as he instinctively wished that Sara could have been there... She would've been able to sync with his powers and make this happen.

"Or maybe even you could, using the Phoenix Force," he suggested to Mary. He nodded as Perry cozied up next to him, mentioning again about Cortez' punchable face. "Yeah, he has terrible vibes," Neil agreed. "I'm still in favor of you punching him."

Avengers Academy 💥

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@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Ogobrogo@Blizz@Ever Faithful@Kirah@Natsu

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3:10 PM - Mon. Sep. 13th, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

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@Nallore: Diana managed to teleport herself away from the bees with ease, like a practiced professional. She ended up in what looked to have once been the brig of the ship, meant for confining prisoners temporarily. It was nicer (or at least more sci-fi) than the brig of an Earth ship. But it also had somewhat of a hamster cage like quality to it, the way the prisoners were held behind some sort of clear substance, entirely vulnerable with no obvious means of escape. She wasn't alone there.

No, there was a guy there - probably a senior by the looks of him, maybe a junior but Diana didn't recognize him, so it'd be unlikely. He was Maori, wearing a patterned short sleeve shirt and khaki shorts. He seemed to be lost in thought, he didn't notice Diana there at first. "Oh, hey, sorry - am I not supposed to be here?" he asked her, his Kiwi accent obvious.

@PatientBean@Blizz: Oh boy, watched they were. The school rumor mills were already excited enough with the Tommy-Kate break-up. The Leah-Sabine ship that had just left the harbor? That was like dumping gasoline on a fire. Everyone was going to know that those two were holding hands going off in the direction of the dorms by the end of the day. And given that they were roommates... People were going to expect them to do roommate things. For better or worse, any privacy of secrecy those two would have was gone.

When they arrived back at the dorms, Leah would get a text from April (see below). And Sabine would receive a DM from one of her followers that was just "!!!" with a link to someone's story where they had posted a pic of Leah and Sabine holding hands, circled with a heart, with the caption "AA'S NEW IT COUPLE BITCHES!!!!!"

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April Flynn

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Location: the Field (School Carnival) - Kree Spaceship
Skills: N/A
~First Day Fit~

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April's heart was pounding furiously in her chest, her hands still held reflexively in front of her face. She had been lucky that she'd managed to pull together a water shield in time, sucking some of the humidity out of the air - and her luck had resulted in a new uneven tan. She didn't want to think about how bad and weird these tan lines were going to be. She'd have to fix that stat.

The only person looking more traumatized than Teddy, who seemed to have chosen freeze from the options of fight vs flight of course was her sister. But the bees were gone now. Thankfully. And the fire was out and Danni's hair and clothes were somehow completely fine, as apparently his flames worked Human Torch style - which was great, because April didn't think he could pull off being bald. What was not great was that in the confusion she had lost track of Leah and Sabine, and now her sister looked like her meltdown was shifting into a crying fit as Zelda ran off. She didn't notice the blonde sitting down nonchalantly, as if this entire thing had been a picnic and not highly terrifying.

"Urgh, I thought her control was bad enough at home..." April whined. She did care for her sister, she really did. And she felt bad for her. And this was part of why April had been avoiding Zelda all day, so that way she wouldn't have to stop having fun to go comfort her sister. The empathy and compassion that she had for her friends did not always transfer evenly to Zelda; Zelda was her annoying kid sister after all! "I'm sorry, babes, but I should go after her - she like doesn't know anyone here and irritating as she is she is my sister... I'll catch up with you once she's calmed down, I'll send a text to let you know?"

April pulled her phone out of the pocket at the thought, finally seeing the text from Leah about there being too many people. She didn't notice that the time stamp on Leah's text was from a while ago, from back when they were outside Agatha's, so April assumed it was from the bee thing. She shot back a quick reply -

@Leah

Omg bestie I totally get it!! <3 <3 Those bees were MESSED UP. I'm gonna have nightmares. 😱😱😱 Maybe tomorrow we could hang one on one? We have soooo much catching up to do... I have a HUGE secret to tell you that you cannot tell ANYONE. Ttyl!!! xoxo

"Zelds, wait up!!" April then shouted, putting her phone away and running off after her miserable sister. "These boots aren't meant for running in!!"

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Percy Novikov

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Location: the Field (School Carnival) - Outside of Agatha's Tent
Skills: N/A
~New Outfit~

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Percy was very cross with Agatha Harkness. Ordinarily, he would have dwelled in that anger and rationalized it, coming up with a list of real (or imagined) wrongs that the witch had committed. But there was one thing in the world that he always hyper-fixated on, more than his (un)righteous rage, and that was an unsolvable puzzle.

He hadn't even paid much thought yet to the time keeping properties of the pocket watch. No, he was still staring at the inscription as he left Agatha's tent. The characters - letters? - were none that he had seen before in his life. It wasn't Latin, Greek, or Cyrillic. It wasn't Cuneiform, Aramic, or Hebrew. And it wasn't Armenian or Georgian either. His brain rattled through lists of writing systems, trying to identify the marks, but he kept coming up with blanks.

He scowled, squinting his eyes at the inscription. His power worked better with larger data sets. Give him a sentence from a new language and he might not be able to translate it; give him a paragraph and he'd start to get the gist; give him a novel and he'd be fluent. One word - or one thought - usually wasn't enough to get something right away.

But that was all he had here.

Percy was instantly obsessed.

He glanced up, seeing that Zari had her sword out. "A little early for a duel to the death, isn't it?" Percy quipped, pocketing the watch. The inscription was burned into his brain already though. He knew that if he were to dream tonight, it would be about the watch. And when he closed his eyes, the inscription would be there, floating in the blackness.

Either that or that stupid idiot Dorian Gray.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Megan Pendragon

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Location: Rapunzel's Tower
Skills: N/A

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Megan had been expecting this question somewhat - particularly given that she was still carrying the skull she had acquired in Merlin's tower in her bags. "I study their death. I determine how, when, and where they died - and by whose hand they were slain, if any. It's important to know these truths. Death is the only thing guaranteed in life." Megan did not add that she had always been fascinated by the dead - she even remembered now in Camelot as a small child, seeing a knight dying at a tournament, the red blood staining his garb gripping her senses. "I studied fencing in Kansas - the other world," she then said, as to his question about the training. "But otherwise, no. Medical school was rather time consuming and I did not remember that I had been born to be a knight." To be a king.

Her father asked a more awkward and embarrassing question - if she fancied anyone. She had briefly caught feelings for one of their number, but it had felt like centuries since Megan had seen her, and those feelings had perished on the vine. "No, I do not. I don't know if I am the romantic type." That was somewhat of a lie. Megan did want romance. She just hadn't found anyone yet who wanted it with her. She wanted someone who would kiss her in the midst of a cemetery, whose eyes would dance with passion as they pressed their skin into the grave dirt, and who would whisper to her in tongues that had been long since thought extinct.

"But I suppose if I am to succeed you one day, Father, I will need a queen."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: the Mansion
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~

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Bonnie's eyes danced slightly, flaring grey, as Max conjured up an owl, handing her the tiny soft toy. It was more appropriate than he had realized. Although, assumed that this was a sign that he did understand her nature - that he could see the goddess she had given her soul to within her. She accepted the toy, bouncing the baby slightly as she did her best to soothe her, but Bonnie had business to attend to. She couldn't pull out all the stops to soothe her little owlette. "Thank you," she said to Max. Her eyes turned to Miranda as she walked on over, regarding her somewhat with suspicion. She didn't know her.

Carolina, though, Bonnie welcomed openly. She returned her hug halfway with one arm, keeping the other to have a firm grip on her baby. "I've been better," she told Carolina. "And yes, my husband has a name and yes, I can give you evidence to think about, if you give me a moment to speak," Bonnie said somewhat sharply. She didn't appreciate Lance dismissing her so quickly.

She reached into her pocket and brought out what looked like a smart phone, and tapped it twice. A holographic recording then played. They would see a dark haired man in the parking lot of a Safeway, carrying bags full of what looked like baby supplies, suddenly attacked by squat man with elf-like ears and bulging eyeballs. The fight was pathetic and clearly one sided. The dark haired man burst into flames, blasting the other man away to defend himself. The pampers were incinerated, a casualty of the attack. Not too long afterwards, a metal pod scooped the dark haired man up and rocketed him up into the sky. The recording then ended.

"This happened this morning. My husband is Magneto's son. The man in the recording goes by Peepers and is a known accomplice of Erik Lensherr." The baby was continuing to cry, even with Bonnie's attempts to soothe her. "I came to the X-Men for help because my SHIELD squad has disbanded - and I don't trust that a SHIELD response wouldn't end in mass casualties."

Guin listened to the story and watched the recording, raising an eyebrow. "So this is definitely connected then. Sick. Sure, we're headed up to go get our people back - they're on some whacked out space version of Genosha - and we can get your husband back." She had recognized the man in the recording and Carolina had confirmed it - Frederick Flynn. He had been Pietro's brother in the alternate reality Wanda made. It had always seemed a bit random and odd, but now it made sense. That was Pietro's brother. Magneto really was just being sloppy with his pull out game.

I think someone needs to send your dad a box of condoms and an instructional pamphlet, Guin suggested to Pietro. Because he basically has his own soccer team's worth of kids now. The baby then must've been Pietro's niece. And because she was married to him, her niece. I'm way too young to be an aunt, gross. First Wanda, now this chick? Bleh. Thank god I don't have any siblings. She shuddered at the thought. It was one of the few things Guin felt proud of her mother for - having one accident kid (her) and stopping there.

But Bonnie's story did speak to another worry - the scale of this problem. How many mutants were up on that asteroid? How many people had Magneto sent his minions out to attack - and why had that little gremlin man decided to attack someone who controlled fire? Shouldn't he have tried something easier, like maybe some friendly fire with Toad?

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Neil Spellman

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Location: the Asteroid
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~

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Neil was surprised as a man with the most punchable face he had ever seen walked up to greet him. He reminded Neil of the annoying child from the Polar Express - the one that went on about do you know what kind of train this is and whatnot. He reminded Neil of a douchey reality TV contestant, someone who just wouldn't take a hint, and the audience hated and the producers adored. He reminded Neil of his Great Aunt Aiglamene's ex-husband, who she had shot and killed on Halloween, and who's ghost continued to haunt the family to this day.

Neil had never met this man before, but he knew one thing - he hated him. He hated Fabian Cortez.

And he learned that he really did love Perry already, as she also found Fabian's face very punchable. "I'll help," he offered, as Perry asked permission to deck Fabian. He didn't care if it meant that Fabian wouldn't help them to a ship to get off of this place, there had to be someone who didn't reek of privilege on this station. Maybe Fabian's mutant power was to draw ire? "Also - who are the acolytes? Is that the Christian version of the Brotherhood?" Neil asked, rather skeptical.

The news that mutantkind didn't like the X-Men because of Genosha... It made Neil sad. Yes, most of the X-Men had been off in space during it - but he, Carolina, and Mira had been on Earth. They had been available. Sure, they were dealing with Neil's family issues, but that honestly hadn't taken more than a week or so to sort out. And they had never once made it to the ill fated mutant homeland. If mutants didn't want the X-Men, then... what was the point? It was one thing to protect a world that hated and feared them, but for their fellow mutants to despise them this much? He didn't know what to do about that.

Avengers Academy 💥

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Percy Novikov

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Location: the Field (School Carnival) - Agatha's Tent
Skills: N/A
~New Outfit~

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Percy was quietly vibrating with excitement as he entered Agatha's tent. It was filled with a thousand curiosities, and he wished that he had the time to sit down and dissect them all, one by one. He could already invent a myriad of stories in his mind for each and every thing - maybe the tea set carelessly set on top of a trunk had been used in the poisoning of an ancient princess. Maybe the broom leaning up against a cabinet was the inspiration for Disney's Sorcerer Mickey. The jeweled brooch Agatha wore might contain the soul of the god of a long dead religion, fueling her eternal youth.

He was fascinated.

But Percy did not vibrate the way that others his age did - he wasn't shaking or twitching. No, it was more a sort of restless hunger in his eyes, a need to devour all of the mysteries inside Agatha's tent. The fact that it was bigger on the inside than the outside hardly struck him, he was so focused on the wonderment all around him.

"Nice cat. It's on brand for you, Agatha," Percy said casually, offering his hand to the tiny black cat. He didn't make eye contact with the kitty cat, not wanting to come off as a threat. "I'm Percy Novikov, I've heard of you from a family friend." That family friend happened to be one of Agatha's former pupils, as his mothers were both Avengers and had been on a squad with the Scarlet Witch for a bit.

Agatha was somewhat relieved to see just an ordinary mutant boy standing in front of her - no hints of divinity, no omega level potential, nothing special. It still struck her from time to time how intertwined with the fate of the universe the students of the Margaret Carter Institute could be, but this boy, he was no one. It was comforting. "I'm sorry that I can't say the same," Agatha replied. "Take a seat, dear. And let me know what the sorceress Agatha Harkness can divine for you?"

Percy raised an eyebrow. Agatha was one of those types who spoke in the third person, then. He hated it when people did that. It made them all seem like they came out of a comic book, rather than real life. Though, he supposed the lines between those were blurred at this point - the truth was pretty much just as strange as fiction in his experience. And he hadn't even been alive that long - just thirteen years or so.

"Dealer's choice," Percy settled on. "Despite popular belief, I don't actually think I know everything, so I don't know what question to ask. I'd like a birds eye view of my future," he requested. He had been mulling this over in the back of his mind since talking to Diana about it, and this ended up making the most sense. If tarot predicted the story of his life, his story had just begun. He didn't have a good idea for the themes and the motifs yet.

Yes, this boy was ordinary, normal, and safe. Agatha nodded and twitched her fingers. The tarot cards flew up into the air and shuffled themselves, making intricate patterns - including an inverted mobius strip and briefly the spoke of a wheel - as they danced. Agatha gasped suddenly, a burning image appearing in her mind. She saw a floating white tower, gleaming in the sun. And then it was gone. The vision faded.

"Is there a problem?" Percy asked, somewhat concerned she might be about to die on him - she was rather old.

"No, child," Agatha mused, her mind racing. She had recognized the tower. She looked at Percy again and something struck her. She paused for another moment, before three tarot cards settled down in front of him - the first card tried to somehow pop up twice, sitting down and hopping up and then settling again. One by one, they turned over to reveal their contents.

"The past - the beginning of your story - is the Ace of Swords," Agatha narrated. "Swords as a suit in tarot represent our intellect, our mental powers. As this is your story, I believe this is you - your personal card, if you will. A bright young man with a fierce and dedicated mind, facing a treacherous path stretching out ahead of him.

"Now as for the present, you drew a card from the Major Arcana. These cards indicate major spiritual forces at work in your life - the will of the universe. This card is the Lovers. As I am sure you can gather, the Lovers is a card of love - of communication and connection, emotional vulnerability and honesty, a love that is meant to be. You, Percy Novikov, are in love."

Percy scoffed. "I was with you up until then - I'm not in love," he interjected. "Unless we're talking about self-love, then sure. I love myself. But I'm not in love with anyone." His face betrayed him though. As much as he wanted to convey annoyance, a slight reddish tinge rose in his cheeks. He wasn't in love with anyone. But if there was anyone he had been attracted to, even briefly...

"The cards do not lie," Agatha said firmly. "You are in love, Percy Novikov," she continued, somewhat harshly, as her gaze settled on the third card - the card dictating his future. "You drew another card from the Major Arcana, another spiritual force. The Moon. This is a card of wild forces, of intuition and fear and confusion and the unknown made manifest. This is a card of the lone wolf who howls in the darkness, whose goals and actions are ineffable. You will be alone, Percy Novikov - and at the whims of madness."

She flicked her hand and another card shot down - the Eight of Pentacles. "Yes, you are at the mercy of an unknowable mistress, a powerful being who moves under the pale silver light."

His eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't know what to think of any of that. It had seemed plausible at first - that he was starting out his journey with a keen intellect and ready mind, Percy already knew that to be true. But being in love with someone? And then... serving some sort of mad force of the moon? Percy didn't know what to make of that. It sounded ridiculous. The first bit more than the second part. Maybe the Moon actually was referring to his sister, Diana, and that she was going to need his help with something in the future. Agatha didn't know anything about him - how could she begin to interpret these cards?

"If I'm alone, then that's so much for this love," he said somewhat antagonistically. "And got it, I won't sell my soul to any creepy women glowing with moonlight, that sounds easy enough to avoid." As soon as he said it though, he felt fate's threads tighten around him. That was how most Greek tragedies happened - someone trying to avoid something, and instead, it happened.

"Yes, I am sure that is a comfort to you, knowing you will lose your only love," Agatha said dryly. She did not like Percy Novikov. He had gone from being comfortingly ordinary to frustratingly not. And now he was arguing with her about her reading. Agatha hated it when people argued.

"I'm not the romantic type," Percy agreed, standing up from the chair. "But you know that, don't you? You saw everything about me unfold before you in those cards, there's no way that a single detail could've been misinterpreted, but let's see... Who am I in love with, Agatha? Because I sure as hell don't know and your entire thing falls apart right there!"

Agatha saw red. She ordinarily would not have revealed a detail like this about the future. She tried to keep things vague, to keep things open to interpretation. She didn't want to force things like this on a person. But he had challenged her. And Agatha Harkness did not back down from a challenge. Another card hit the table like a bullet - the Wheel of Fortune. Another Major Arcana pull. Another major force. Agatha's eyes let her see what others could not.

"You are in love with Dorian Gray," Agatha said, her words cutting like a knife.

"What?!" Percy shouted, unable to help himself. His heart was pounding a million miles a second. Dorian Gray?! The asshole who had possessed him with the gorgeous eyes?! There was no way in the world that Percy could ever love him - ever love someone like him. "You must be looking into someone else's future - I despise that idiot."

"Love and hate, how easily the brain confuses them," Agatha shot back. She did not mean her own brain.

"This is - this is insane." He barely bit back a comment that Agatha needed to get her eyes checked - or that maybe she was actually being fired because she lacked any magical skill. But logically, he knew neither of those things were true. Agatha Harkness was the greatest witch of countless generations. Her tarot readings were not a parlor trick. If she predicted something would come to pass...

Percy vowed right then and there to avoid Dorian Gray at all costs.

He would not fall in love.

He would not let this prophecy come true - self-fulfilling or otherwise.

"Thanks, I think I've heard enough," Percy said abruptly, getting up from his seat. The chair scraped the ground.

Agatha almost said good. She did not really want to give this boy a trinket. But she really did need to clear out her stuff and make more room for new relics once she had moved to New Orleans. She reached into thin air and pulled out a pocket watch. She had acquired it from a friend of hers who had been interested in whether or not Agatha could translate the transcription - as far as they could tell, the language was nonexistent. It was untranslatable. But the watch itself was nice, correctly telling time no matter when they were.

"Take this, young hero. You'll need it," Agatha said. She tossed the watch to Percy.

Percy caught the watch, and his eyes briefly crossed as he stared at the inscription. He couldn't read it. Percy had never been able to not read something in ages. He couldn't remember a time when all languages just made sense to him. "What's it say?" he asked Agatha.

"I have no idea," she replied. "If you ever figure it out, do be a dear and send a raven my way with the translation. I have a standing bet on it."

Avengers Academy 💥

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@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Ogobrogo@Blizz@Ever Faithful@Kirah@Natsu

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3:00 PM - Mon. Sep. 13th, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

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@Trainerblue192@Forsythe: Indeed, it turned out that these two were messing with the same bits of paneling. It wouldn't take Vicky too long to find a seam that would allow her to open it up and look inside. She'd see some rat droppings on the ground near it - it seemed like a furry little critter might've been making a home inside of it. In fact, there was an entire section that wasn't sealed down well, leaving an opening big enough for the rodent.

But that probably wouldn't be as important as these things: 1) cold spots, the temperature was abnormally low here, and 2) she was picking up what sounded like radio static, something that almost sounded like... a voice. But there was no one in her vicinity.

Of course, ghost!Dorian had his head inside of the console, so he might not be able to see Vicky at first. Inside of the console, he'd see more chewed up wiring, some bags of trash that looked like it had been assembled into a nest, and about FORTY SIX BABY RATS! They were newborns, their eyes not even opened yet, and with no fur. They looked like squishy little wriggling gummy worms. The rat parents didn't seem to be present, but they couldn't be far.

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April Flynn

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Location: the Field (School Carnival) - Kree Spaceship
Skills: N/A
~First Day Fit~

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April was becoming used to going bright pink today, as Sabine Bassard returned with a sword. She swallowed somewhat thickly. She loved a girl with a sword. There was something just incredibly enticing and exciting about it - something that made her stand up a little bit straighter. Swords had an elegance to them that guns didn't have - as well as a sense of honor. "N-nice sword!" April stammered. "Does it have a name? Every good sword has a name. If it doesn't have a name, maybe you could name it after, like, umm, hmm... Oh! I know. You could name it after Atalanta - she's this super cool chick from Greek myths, didn't want to get married and she was super tough and all so she held, like, a marriage contest and beat everyone until like I think Aphrodite or someone decided to meddle in things. But she rocks!" April could feel a bead of sweat roll down the side of her face. "I mean, aside from getting trapped in a marriage with a man, but that isn't really her fault - like, how was she supposed to resist the golden apples or whatever it was the dude was throwing to distract her... Or you could go with the She-Ra route and name the sword the Sword of Protection, that's also cool and totally on brand!"

Thankfully, April managed to stop her blabber mouth. Somehow. Maybe Aphrodite was deciding to take pity on her. She didn't say anything about Dorian vanishing, as he would do this from time to time, and she hadn't seen him run off, so it probably just meant that he had gone ghost and would be back in a bit.

And someone else seemed to also be struggling right now - namely Teddy. April would've had to be blind and dumb to not notice something was going on with the local bear of AA. The horrible freshman from earlier - not the one that Danni had torched, the other one - was even poking him in the biceps, asking if he had died.

"Awww, you guys are soooo cute!!!!" April then squealed, seeing the playfulness between Mai and Diana. "Okay, I ship it, but what's the ship name gonna be? DiMai? Maiana? I kinda like Maina, not gonna lie. Or... Chi Di? DiChi? Ooo yes I like DiChi! It reminds me of that like dollar store, Daiso? Love Daiso. Would love to go to one again soon. Gotta get some hi-chews." She could see it, too. Chi Mai and Diana going to the fall school dance - the Monster Mash as it was officially called, given that it typically came up around Halloween. And then one day they'd get married, both of them in a tux, and they'd live happily ever after and travel the galaxy, fighting monsters and kicking ass and kissing and...

April had to stop the fanfic in her mind from spiraling out of control.

She also didn't like that Diana had brought up Danni roasting Percy - that had happened ages ago and it was totally uncool of her to do so. April didn't want Danni to feel upset. Besides, Percy had totally deserved that anyways. But everyone else had moved on from this it seemed, so April hadn't said anything.

"She-Ra cosplays at the Monster Mash dance!!" April chimed in, her eyes wide. She had a few ideas for who she might want to be in She-Ra - Mermista was an obvious choice, since April's control over water mapped really well with Mermista's powers. But she also had a strong resemblance to Perfuma - a cute blonde who was really to fuck shit up. "Should I be Perfuma? Or Mermista? Wait, who are you all going to be? Sabine is obvi gonna be She-Ra. Because, you know, sword."

But She-Ra cosplays would have to wait.

Because April's little sister was summoning FLAMING BEES.

"Zelda!!!!" Okay, maybe shouting wasn't the best move here. But April was TERRIFIED of bees. Not only was Zelda being totally uncool, but FLAMING BEES were swarming around them. And from experience, April knew that Zelda's creations were tangible. She screamed. April threw her hands out in front of her, reflexively trying to send water flying into the bees, but she couldn't get it together, there weren't enough sources of water to pull from, and all she sent out instead was a pitiful tiny mist. "Stop it with the bees!!!!" April begged, closing her eyes tightly, as if that would somehow keep the bees from stinging her.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Burger King
Skills: N/A

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Ladies, this is Alexios God of Parties and also my betrothed. Long story.

Nancy had initially focused on the second bit of that sentence, due to its aggressively shocking nature. Or maybe her brain had purposefully just missed that first bit of information, in an attempt to keep her calm. But now Demetri's introduction of his fiancé rang through her mind as Alexios proposed a party bus of all things. "No," Nancy said firmly. Her fingers twitched slightly. She would not be riding in a party bus. She would rather rip all of her nails off one by one and then eat them, feeling their bloody and jagged edges scrape down the inside of her throat. She would rather scoop out her own eyeballs and offer them as a ritualistic boon. She would rather drink nothing but poison for the rest of her days.

"You can all go on the party bus, but I won't be going. I'd rather travel by train alone and meet you on the Strip." Solo travel was never a good idea for a demigod - it was its own sort of death sentence - but Nancy wasn't budging. She already was going to be drowning in her own trauma at the Lotus Hotel and Casino. She wasn't interested in pre-gaming that experience. Her hands shook slightly as she reached for her shake and took another sip. Her thoughts drifted briefly towards Mads and Niah. She wished they were here. She wouldn't need to explain this boundary over and over again if they were. The suggestion wouldn't have even been made.

Grody ass Greeks.

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Under the Sea
Skills: N/A

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Leda took the reins of the hippocampus that had been offered to her - the first time she actually got to be the one holding the reins and whatnot, actually. Every other time, she had been (lovingly) holding onto her girlfriend. "Do you like to go fast, little fella?" Leda murmured to her hippocampus, petting it slightly on the nose. "I do too. So if you could be a speedy little thing... I'd be fucking chuffed." Leda hoped that the hippocampus understood her, even though she didn't have any magical Poseidon powers to bridge that communication gap. She absently wondered for a moment if maybe she could talk to butterflies - they were kinda rainbow themed, right?

Leda swung herself up onto the hippocampus, and speedily followed Kiera and Sera along the way. The trip was pretty short, which Leda was thankful for, as her attention span was even shorter. She hopped off of her hippocampus, still keeping a hold on the reins just in case. The sight over the ridge was horrible. The blood in Leda's body began to pump at double time. She could see the titan himself - and his thousand strong army. But most importantly, he had the object they had been sent to retrieve.

"Yeah, that's Poseidon's trident," Leda whispered to Sera.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: the Mansion
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~

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That was an interesting concept - that they had been challenged specifically to keep them out. Magneto had wanted his strongest up on the asteroid, under their assumptions - and his followers hadn't wanted the X-Men there. Had the X-Men and the Brotherhood not been bitter enemies for years, it might've shocked Guin. It didn't cross her mind to perhaps feel ashamed that a mutant nation would not welcome the X-Men with open arms; she didn't consider that maybe their group had failed in their purpose, too distracted being superheroes to be mutantkind's heroes.

Jaclyn's point was once again valid. Guin formed another snap judgment about the new member of the group - she was very thoughtful. Some people in this business got jumpy and impatient and impulsive over the years. It was nice to have someone capable of breaking things down, even if Guin found her thoughts (and everyone else's) a bit slow for her taste. That was one nice built in deterrent to skimming through people's minds. They thought so slow. It drove Guin nuts. It was like listening to a podcast at 0.1x speed - an option that she didn't think should be legal.

"Right. If we need to kick their asses to get our friends back, then fine. We've done it before and we'll do it again. The Brotherhood never wins." Guin was confident in that statement - and in some ways, it was the confidence of a person who had never lost a fight that super truly mattered in her life. Things always tended to work out for her - she had made it this far, after all. The idea that they'd lose to Magneto, that they would die... It scared her, but deep in her soul, she felt it was impossible. Both her and Pietro and the others had been on Death's door multiple times. The Grim Reaper never showed up.

There was then a knock at the door. The door slowly creaked open, and a head of curly strawberry blonde hair poked herself inside. "Hello - I'm sorry if I'm interrupting, but my husband has gone missing. And I need the X-Men's help," Bonnie Chase, PhD, Agent of SHIELD, and host of the goddess Athena said. She was wearing black exercise leggings, sneakers, and a maroon Harvard University sweatshirt - that had baby spittle in the upper right hand corner. In her arms was a tiny baby, swaddled in a soft light grey blanket. "I'm Bonnie Chase, Agent of SHIELD."

"Who?" Guin was mildly annoyed another random person walked into the Mansion, delaying further their rescue attempt of the others.

The baby then started to cry.

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Neil Spellman

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Location: the Asteroid
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~

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A thought occurred to Neil, one he hadn't considered before. He hadn't even thought to really ask Edus. But now, he didn't know why that thought had occurred to him. Before the curse, his hair had been as white as snow. Had the hair sample Edus collected changed to a coppery brown? Did it go from short and straight to long, curly and tangled?

Neil gulped slightly as Flynn introduced himself as being good at fire, but bad at it basically. On Earth, an out of control fire user was a huge, deadly, and dangerous problem. But on what was presumably a space station, Flynn's thread only multiplied a thousand fold. Neil had read a lot of sci-fi. He knew that fire and space travel didn't mix - they were a big pressurized container, just ready to blow. "I would recommend holding back here - fire damage could mean a TPK in this environment."

The debate about whether to explore or not, and then whether to split up into groups, was pretty quickly abandoned. And the reveal that this was supposed to be a new mutant nation... it made Neil uncomfortable. While he didn't know a lot about Genosha, he had heard a few things online. And in the news. Its creation and then its fall had both been hard to miss. And Neil didn't know if the world was ready to try a mutant nation state again - and if anyone really ought to be part of a mutant nation that had violence as a requirement for entry.

He froze as he heard footsteps coming their way - that couldn't have been a good sign. Neil held his hands up, ready to telekinetically flick the first person who came down that hallway. He cracked a slight smile at what Perry said though, even giggling lightly. Damn, she was funny.