Morose

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: Blackbird
Skills: Telepathy
~Fit Check~

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Guin winced internally as Lance brought up their reason trip into space - admittedly, they didn't have a good track record when it came to finding people in space. The Hulk was still missing. The Avengers hadn't been able to locate him, and neither had they. All they could do at this point was hope that Banner would find his way home one day. Hopefully before long. Lance had finally gotten to a good place with his father, right before Banner disappeared. She thought for a moment about gently peering into Lance's mind, to see how upset he was, but decided against it. She could chat with him later.

"Right, here goes nothing then," Guin said, closing her eyes and placing her hands on either side of her head. It was a stupid cliché that most telepaths did, but Guin found that it did help her to ground herself somewhat. She did at least have some practice when it came to using telepathy as GPS - it was how they had made their way to OMEN's black site way back in the day. The thoughts of everyone else on the Blackbird were noisy and Guin did her best to shove them down, to bury them while boosting the very faint aura of Mary's psychic signature.

"Okay, I've got them - faint but we're still ways off," Guin explained. She then started to relay to Lance which way to go from here. She ignored the other conversations going on in the jet, mostly because it was hard enough for her to keep a hold on Mary's signal as it was. She didn't need to try multitasking on top of telepathically navigating.

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Neil Spellman

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

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Neil felt a lull in the conversation build on, as Bethany went ahead to scout. He couldn't help but admire the way she could meld into the shadows, becoming something more than human. An aching sensation tugged at the back of his mind, as if he was on the verge of some sort of realization or transformation, before it slipped away. They really had come far as a group. He was not the same person anymore. This was his body, but at the same time, it wasn't. The bones were his - but the skin? the hair? the eyes? They felt like clothes, something that could be put on and removed. Even his name at times felt clunky in his mouth. He didn't always feel like Neil Spellman.

These days, he was starting to feel like he was someone else.

"Did anything interesting happen in space while we were gone?" he asked Annie softly. As much as silence was probably for the best here, he couldn't help it. Silence just meant more space for his thoughts. There was something nagging away at him, something that he wanted to set aside. He had been pouring into D&D lately to do just that, but he couldn't do that now. He didn't have his manuals and notes on him.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Megan Pendragon

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Location: Rapunzel's Tower
Skills: Medical Science

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Megan examined Lancelot's wound with a critical eye, yet she did not need her medical degree to tell her that the wound was infected. If the infection was not cleared, it could spread to the blood. The resulting blood poisoning would prove to be fatal and Lancelot would die. Her thoughts strayed to the state of medicine in the world she had grown up from - just a few centuries ago and there would've been nothing they could do for him. Stomach wounds were dangerous that way. Had the wound been on a limb, they could amputate it. In this case though, the wound had to heal - more importantly, the infection had to clear.

"Do you preferentially amputate here, in lieu of clearing infection?" Megan asked Rapunzel. While she had been here until she was about ten years old or so, she hadn't learned the medicinal practices of this world. She took up the jar of ointment Rapunzel had indicated, noting that it seemed to be prescribed of various herbs - some of which she recognized as having been used on Earth, others that were foreign to her. From what she recalled of the herbs she knew, she was fairly confident this would clear the infection.

Not that Lancelot really had any other options. They couldn't amputate here. A beheading would be more practical. Megan set herself to work, cleaning the area and reapplying the ointment. She gave Lancelot a generous amount. She wished she had some sort of antibiotic to give him. The ointment she thought should work, but it still made her feel uncertain.

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

@KazAlkemi

-missing a dislike
-Is there more to her history section that’s missing? It seems like it ends on a cliffhanger lol. Unless that’s her waking up in Limbo for the start of the RP, in which case it is fine.

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

@Nallore Mads is good to go, move her over

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

@Nallore You don't need to list clothing as one of the possessions for Carolina - otherwise she looks great!

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

@PatientBean hot. accepted. <3

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

@Kirah woah I love SELENE too! accepted bae

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

@Trainerblue192

-One too many skills. Gotta get rid of one for the purposes of this :P
-Where’s your example post huh? under anything else

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

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@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@Nallore@BlueSky44

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CONFIDENTIAL ASSESSMENT REPORTS

FOR INTERNAL USE ONLY

NOT TO BE RELEASED TO STUDENTS

U = Usagi
SN = Ser Nemo
V = Vision
LN = Lady Nimue

Gray, Dorian - Junior

• Ranking:
  • A - SN
  • B - U
• Likelihood of villainy:
  • 1 - SN
  • 1 - U
• Comments:
  • Dorian, as his name correctly implies, is a gift. How many people could control so many objects with such precision, at the tender age of 17? -SN
  • The next kid that walks in here with a musical number, imma smack them. I don't care what the legal team has to do. You can fire me. I just can't take this anymore. Did we accidentally put up a flyer saying that we LOVE musical numbers and HATE auditions that let us see you fight??? Someone kill me, please. Before I assault a child. -U

Kingston, Daniel - Junior

• Ranking:
  • A - SN
  • A (but I am angry about it)- U
• Likelihood of villainy:
  • 1 - SN
  • 1000000 - U
• Comments:
  • Control will come with time. Omega level mutants have the powers of gods - and I am eager to see where he takes it. -SN
  • HE TRIED TO KILL ME. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HATE? FIRE. I BETTER GET HAZARD PAY FOR THIS!!! -U

Novikova, Diana - Junior

• Ranking:
  • A - SN
  • A - U
• Likelihood of villainy:
  • 1 - SN
  • 1 - U
• Comments:
  • Thoughtful and graceful, Diana is a credit to her namesake. The goddess could not be prouder than I am of her. -SN
  • Okay I'm NOT SAYING that the bribe worked but... Love me some sushi. I'm a little over the entire archery gimmick, but she does well. Would probs be a great asset to a covert team one day. We could always use more teleporters. -U

Raynordattir, Zarina - Junior

• Ranking:
  • A - SN
  • A - U
• Likelihood of villainy:
  • 1 - SN
  • 1 - U
• Comments:
  • Mr. Eyeball's comments are charming to the last. As for the performance, I would expect nothing less from a promising future Valkyrie. She would be an asset to any team. -SN
  • Okay I'm gonna be honest, I can't keep track of all of these Asgardians. That being said, she looks like she could fuck some shit up (am I allowed to swear in these? oops). Maybe it's time to bring back A-Force? -U

Crane, Madalyne - Sophomore

• Ranking:
  • B - U
  • B - V
• Likelihood of villainy:
  • 3 - U
  • 6 - V
• Comments:
  • Agile and ruthless. Love the sword and sorcery. Wish the rest of the magic types would learn to do a push-up or two. -U
  • She shows a great deal of promise and talent. However, I would advise caution and increased mentorship. -V

Flynn, Zelda - Freshman

• Ranking:
  • C - SN
  • C - LN
• Likelihood of villainy:
  • 1 - SN
  • 5 - LN
• Comments:
  • I quite enjoyed seeing her application of desired properties to fashion. Goodness knows that some of my colleagues are lacking in it. However, I would like to see an incorporation of her mutant gifts in the future. She has the pedigree for greatness. -SN
  • She is a weaver, like her irksome mother. There is much in her depths that has yet to be discovered. -LN

Novikov, Percy - Freshman

• Ranking:
  • D - SN
  • A - LN
• Likelihood of villainy:
  • 10 - SN
  • 5 - LN
• Comments:
  • Ser Nemo left this section blank.
  • I have never seen his like before and I do not believe I will do so again. The river curls around him, yet he is unworthy of her power. -LN

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

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Percy Novikov

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Location: Training Room B w/ Ser Nemo and Nimue
Skills: Temporal Teleportation, Perception

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Percy had made no requests for his audition.

He hadn't told his family what he had been planning on doing. Percy had assumed, likely correctly, that they would have attempted to talk him out of it. But in his gut, he knew that this was the correct call. He had heard from Diana about the sort of auditions her friends would do - some of them would fight things, others would do artistic demonstrations. His original thought had been that he could recite the Odyssey in ten different languages while teleporting around an obstacle course. That would have been fine. But would it have been memorable? No. Would it have stood out against all the other students with similar ideas (albeit likely with less perfect pronunciation of Ancient Greek)? No.

If it resulted in his expulsion (which Percy had begrudgingly considered a small possibility), that would be fine. He would make a name for himself, one way or another. He didn't care about getting put on the Avengers or the Fantastic Four (bleh) one day - all he cared about was becoming a legendary hero, the type from the legends of old. He had been reading an account of the life of one of Japan's sword saints, Miyamoto Musashi, when the idea struck him.

Percy had no regrets. But even if he had, it was too late to turn back now. He stood in the hallway outside of the audition room, a bag slung over his shoulder. He had had to wake up early that morning and slip off of campus to get what he had needed. Given the number of kids he saw going around with medieval weaponry, he doubted the school would have an issue with what he had acquired - his mothers though were another story.

"Percy Novikov? We are ready for you," a cold, watery voice said. Percy saw her head poke out the moment she emerged from the door. She wore a simple mold-stained white gown, and a wreath of twigs around her face. She was made entirely out of water, her features hard to observe through their shimmering effect. He could smell the lake on her. He half expected her to toss a sword at him.

"Right, thank you," Percy said. He couldn't quite parse her accent. It sounded very old. At any rate though, he was moderately concerned. He hadn't planned for her to be a creature made out of water.

He stepped on through the door, his bag slung over his shoulder. He was wearing his academy uniform. Everything had been calculated here. Well, almost everything. He hadn't anticipated the ringing that sounded in his ears as he entered the room, the way he almost stumbled for a moment before his brain righted itself. The room was expansive, large, and almost entirely empty. The Lady of the Lake took a seat behind a rickety table, covered in papers. Next to her was an uncannily familiar old man. He must have been Ser Nemo, the new time travel studies professor. Percy was immediately annoyed and confused as to why Ser Nemo didn't look up at him, didn't acknowledge him, didn't address him.

Well, fine then.

The Lady of the Lake cleared her throat. "You may begin when-- argh!!"

The air around Percy had shimmered briefly, before he reappeared at the judges' table - and with one flawlessly smooth motion, kicked it over into the judges. Lady Nimue collapsed into a puddle of water, trickling away and reconstituting herself almost instantly. Ser Nemo though was suddenly a few feet away, standing on his feet like nothing had happened. How did he move so... Percy asked himself, his eyes narrowing.

Percy pulled his prize out of his bag - a sturdy axe with a red handle. The air shimmered around him and with a whoosh, he appeared a foot or so away from Ser Nemo, swinging the blade for a killing blow. But instead, Percy's axe bounced off of the wall of the training room - it was meant to withstand things much stronger than the axe swing of a puny little thing like him. Ser Nemo wasn't there. The ringing in the back of Percy's head was getting louder. Where the hell was that old man?!

"O young one, stop this madness at once!" Lady Nimue commanded. She reached into her breast and pulled out a stone sword, the hilt covered in moss.

He narrowly teleported away from the swing of her blade, reappearing on the other side of the training room. He hadn't considered the possibility that they wouldn't understand his audition. But even now, he was more irritated with this old man - an annoyance that Percy himself did not fully understand. How could someone so old and frail move so fast? Was he a speedster? There wasn't much information on him, but even then... What? Nemo was sitting at the table again, sipping his tea, as if nothing had happened. Had he righted the table? When did that happen?

The air shimmered and Percy re-appeared, swinging his axe at Lady Nimue from behind. He was quick enough that she did not have a chance to swing her rocky sword, the axe gliding through the liquid of her body. But as she was a being of water, it did not do much at all to her. But he continued on anyways. Hopefully she got his point. He teleported again, this time right above Ser Nemo, swinging the axe for a decapitating blow -

And his blade connected with the elderly man's flesh.

"Thank you for your consideration," Percy said, having pulled the blade back at the last second, so that it was merely just touching the back of Ser Nemo's neck. Percy dropped the axe. He bowed, just as Katniss Everdeen did - a woman who reminded him very much of his mother. The ringing in his ears was getting louder by the second, and he felt liquid begin to trickle from his nose. A nosebleed.

The Lady of the Lake stared at him - her expression was briefly calculating for a moment, before a mask of astonishment slipped over it. Ser Nemo did not look up at Percy. He still held his cup of tea, as if nothing had happened at all. Percy couldn't recall the old man saying a single word. Had he acknowledged Percy's presence at any moment? Would it have been the same if Percy had just gone in and eaten a cupcake - just nothing from this man, this person who Percy was supposed to be learning from here at the school?

He decided then and there that he hated Ser Nemo.

A small part of him wished the he had killed him.