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STATUS: Two 4+ year long RPs completed within 20 days of each other - now THAT'S what we're talking about! 2 yrs ago
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2 yrs ago
Current Two 4+ year long RPs completed within 20 days of each other - now THAT'S what we're talking about!
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2 yrs ago
Congratulations to the cast of the Gifted, we just finished our RP after almost four years! Excelsior!
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5 yrs ago
It's official - accepted an offer and I am going to grad school next year! :) #DrMorose
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5 yrs ago
Congratulations to the Gifted for hitting 500 IC posts and to Darke Magyk for completing the RP! Excelsior!
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5 yrs ago
I graduated from college today~
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Pronouns: She/Hers
Languages: English, French
Current Bio Theme: Beelzebub / Good Omens
Previous Bio Themes: Lorna Dane; Sylvie Laufeydattir; Ahsoka Tano; Harley Quinn; Mood Board / Wanda Maximoff; Bernadette Rostenkowski; Fiona Goode; Sally; Scott Lang; Felicity Smoak; Nico Minoru; The Frost Triplets; Gertrude Yorkes; Violet Harmond; Clint Barton; Lorna Dane; Selesia Upitiria; James March; Tony Stark; Olivia Moore; Harley Quinn

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In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Blackbird - Asteroid M Docking Bay
Skills: Telepathy
~Fit Check~
I don't want to be with Max. If he annoys you too much, knock him out and put him in the back of the Blackbird, Guin proposed to Pietro. Besides, she wanted Pietro on the opposite team to her - the mental link between the two of them made communication even easier. And if something happened to her group that made Guin unable to telepathically warn the others, Pietro would know. If it hadn't been for that advantage, Guin would've put him in a group with her. He wasn't as incredibly overprotective as he used to be, but still overprotective enough.

Her eye twitched at Max's reply. She started the day not even really remembering who he was - and now, she hated him. She wanted to punch him. But she thought better of it. Xavier was always telling her she needed to stretch her powers more. And before she even really thought about what she was doing, she went inside of Max's mind. She made a few key edits. Well, really just one. Every time Max said the word plan, he'd forget how to move in any manner other than skipping. No running, no jumping, no crawling, no walking. Only skipping. It'd be a short effect - just a minute or so - but Guin didn't care.

She felt a little guilty, but what was done was done.

"Alright, let's go," Guin said, taking the opposite exit to Carolina's group.
Neil Spellman
Location: the Asteroid
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
"Could you maybe make an illusion of Magneto?" Neil whispered. Maybe it was Magneto through that door, and if that was the case, nothing they'd make an illusion of would be likely to scare him away. But if it wasn't Magneto, then Magneto was one of the scariest people that Neil could think of - especially here, on this metal space station. Annie knew who Magneto was too, so her illusion of him would hopefully be more accurate.

But ideally, Bethany's powers would work and would get them to the hangar where the others were - waiting with their ride to get out of this place. Then they could all get back to the mansion and Neil could go back to plotting D&D campaigns and anxiously trying not to think about what was bothering him. He gave a small encouraging smile to Bethany. He trusted her. And he trusted Mira. And he trusted Annie.
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
9:00 AM - Wed. Sep. 15th, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute
@Achronum@BlueSky44@Trainerblue192

Firestar couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty - she had clearly misread the situation and now a student was having a psychic panic attack. When the wave hit her and the others, Firestar could feel everything Zelda felt. A single dramatic tear fell down her face. She remembered the last time she had felt like that - it had been when her horse, Butter Rum, had died... She clenched her fist. What she wouldn't give to be able to punch Emma Frost in the face right now.

"Oh no no no no, I am so sorry, I thought," Firestar stammered. "Never mind. Um. Zelds, right? I'm guessing Zelda? You can go back to class with them if you want, or I can go take you out for ice cream. That always cheers me up." She hadn't received any training from the school on mental health moments, but Baskin Robbins really was Firestar's go-to when her mood was foul. She used to grab a single scoop after chemo sessions, despite the doctors telling her to avoid dairy. It was her comfort food.

@Blizz@Forsythe@Nallore@BlueSky44

Both Zari and Diana seemed to have gone to the Dragon Ball Z Kai school of fighting, which involved mostly talking and standing around in between feats. Arcade was more than happy to watch everyone else fight from his hiding spot, no one seemed to really remember that he was there. His strategy was to let them all take each other out, and then he'd show up and stab the last one standing in the back, giving him an easy win. Besides, he got to have the time of his life watching the others go at it - it was better than any Battle Royale rip-off he had ever seen in his life! And it made him want to watch more...

When Zari stabbed Leah in the back with her sword, the sword ended up hitting something embedded in Leah's spine. It wasn't a direct hit, more glancing than anything, but it was enough. The simulated component started to malfunction. Leah would transform...

As for Diana, Vicky's bitchslap really seems to have shaken her concentration. Her attempt to teleport out of the way failed. Vicky's boot connected with Diana's face, crushing her like a rotten pumpkin. Diana wouldn't feel it though - her form shimmered and she would then respawn at the starting platform, her weapon still on the ground by Vicky. She only had two hearts left.

"Woah..." Arcade whispered, his eyes wide. "That's so metal..."





April Flynn
Location: Gym - Training Room A
Skills: Hydrokinesis
"WAIT!" April screamed, but it was too late.

Lady Nimue was made of water. That was why April's powers could possibly spirit her away to safety. But Mads and Andy had both launched off their attacks, Andy's being electricity... They may not just fail to save their Lady. They might kill their Lady. April reached her hand out and clenched the air, pulling her arm back in towards her - trying to grasp the water molecules of Lady Nimue and yank her out of Mothman's grasp. But Mothman's grip was strong - Mothman liked to work out and stay in shape - and April couldn't get Nimue to budge.

For her part, at least Lady Nimue wasn't screaming in fear - that meant everything would be fine, right? Right? RIGHT?

April's heart was beating like the screams of a goat. Mads' fireball soared through the air, colliding with Mothman. His wings caught aflame and he started to fly in circles as he screeched - not in pain, but because he wanted to go to the light. Lady Nimue was still held in his grasp. She didn't seem to be scorched, likely because she was made of water. Andy's attack hit next. The lightning struck Mothman square in the eyes and he screeched, flailing backwards as he let go of Lady Nimue!

Lady Nimue, who had also been hit by the lightning... Her watery form dropped limply to the ground, hitting it with a thud. Was she alive? Was she even conscious? It was impossible to tell from this distance. April broke off at a sprint, not caring if Mothman tried to eat her alive or something, as she tried to close the gap between her and her teacher. The beast screeched, slashing its burning wing at April - she threw up a shield of water out of reflex, the wing slamming into it and becoming extinguished. But the shield held.

"Nimue!! Please, please don't be dead - we can't have killed our teacher in the first week of school! They'll not let us compete for sure if that happened!" April sobbed.

There was no answer from their Lady. But the mothman continued to rage.
Percy Novikov
Location: Gym - Training Room B
Skills: Omnilingualism
A pang of concern hit Percy as Sabine said something had happened to the other team - and obviously, it was just him being worried about Zelda. Yes, maybe he had been somewhat dismissive when he told her to just quit the team, but he did care about her. More than he did for anyone else on the team at least. And most of the people at this school, if he was being frank. He could list the number of students here he'd shed a tear for on one hand and still have fingers to spare. "As long as we win," Percy said. He was competitive. He didn't deny this about himself.

He still thought the pizza reward was stupid.

When Sabine said his power was sick, Percy almost vomited. His symptoms were getting better, but they still weren't gone. He managed to cover though, doing his best so no one could tell something was wrong. The dream he had about young Tony Stark taking him to the nurse had been enough. He didn't need to actually go there and be seen. He'd shake off whatever it was Teddy infected him with - as long as it wasn't M-Pox, he guessed. Or X-Pox, but he hated that name. It felt silly. They didn't need to slap an X on everything - he had no interest in being X-Percy. Or Percy X? X-Percy Too X Too Novikov?

The next room was fascinating. It was an intellectual puzzle. Percy tilted his head quizzically, not at the tooth, but at the photographs in front of them. They were three different men, all with their names written at the bottom - Sinister, Malcom, and Benjamin. Percy's subtler power began to work without him thinking about it. To him, the letters on the page rearranged themselves, as the names translated:Harmful, Evil, Of the Left Hand Side || Devotee of Saint Columbia || Son of the Right. Sabine already had her hand on the door handle for the lefthand door, after identifying the tooth belonged to Sinister. The name was vaguely familiar to Percy, but he couldn't place where.

"Sinister means of the left hand side - and Benjamin means son of the right, so it has to be the door you're opening," Percy informed Sabine. "I didn't know you could deduce things from a tooth. Was that a power or a lucky guess?" he asked. Again, all he knew about her powers was that she could mess with people's heads, pulling out things about them they'd never share. As far as he knew, teeth didn't have heads. Maybe Sabine really knew her dentistry though.

The door opened, and the way was clear to the next and final stage of the obstacle course. There was a homemade explosive on a table. There was a single pair of pliers, the sort that had a sharp edge as well to let you cut with. And nothing else. "...Do you happen to know how to disarm a bomb?" Percy asked Sabine.

There were seven different wires at least, from what he could tell - each of them a different color of the rainbow. It felt to him like pandering. His vision spun for a moment, before settling down again. He wanted to go lie down. But more importantly, they had to win. The other group could've gotten their act together and be right behind him... although Percy doubted they could identify the correct door and make it on through, with the last challenge.

In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Outside Burger King
Skills: N/A
Nancy took a swig of water from Zeke's bottle, before nodding. Even if they hadn't been demigods, the streets weren't a safe place to be so late at night - particularly for a young woman. She thought for a moment. She didn't really like staying in hotels - motels were more tolerable, but even those ones tended to press on her triggers. And from what modern demigods had explained to her, mortals were much more willing to go around and harass people sleeping outside, even constructing bars on benches to keep you from sleeping there.

"Hmm. I'd suggest a 24/7 diner or we could break into a school, but neither seem to be around," Nancy said. "You're from this time. What do you suggest?"

She also had never been to Philadelphia before, so even on top of just different times and whatnot, she wasn't really sure where they could go. Sunrise wouldn't be until the early hours of the morning, so their plan to try to get their deadbeat dad to give them a ride would require finding shelter somewhere. "... We could do a motel," Nancy then said quietly. "I don't love them, but they're - it's - it's not like there as much as, like... ugh, whatever. You know what I mean."
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Under the Sea
Skills: Superhuman Speed, Agility, Sword-Fighting
Leda's voice was struggling to come back to her, but she managed to gasp out some words. She sounded like she had been chain smoking her entire life with no end in sight. "We don't have much more time!" Leda pleaded. She didn't know who she was pleading with. The Fates, maybe. Kiera had wounded Oceanus, but they hadn't done enough yet to kill him. Poor little Sera looked like she was about ready to give up. Should someone get Sera out of there? Leda wasn't going to leave Kiera behind. But if Sera was too tired and hurt to fight, then she'd be a liability, not an asset right now.

Her mind was racing a million miles a minute, but she didn't have time to think. They didn't have enough time.

She let out a primal scream of rage as she rushed at Oceanus, moving faster than the eye could see. But even then, it wasn't enough to hit him. Her first few waves of attacks were brushed off like she was hitting him with pool noodles rather than Celestial Bronze. On the last pass, as her knees felt like they were going to explode from the strain and effort, Leda managed to get a few good slashes in, Oceanus' weird titan blood pooling out of him. But it still wasn't enough.

None of this was enough.

In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Rapunzel's Tower
Skills: N/A
Megan glanced up, looking at the woman who could have been her twin. "Recreationally or professionally?" Megan asked. "At any rate, if you can hold her steady, I can sew it shut." It would be more awkward and cumbersome to ask a second person to do the stitching. Besides, Megan knew her own hands were steady. She did not know if the same could be said for her almost-twin. Her eyes glanced over towards the bright red head. She liked her. But now was not the time.

"I don't need luck," she said to Colby. She took the alcohol and a clean rag from Rapunzel's kit, and she wet the cloth with it. "This will hurt," Megan warned Cassi. "If you would like me to prolong the sensation, do ask," she advised. She then pressed the alcohol rag to Cassi's wound. It would sting like hell. But Megan worked methodically, cleaning and sterilizing while Rapunzel got the needle sterilized. Once she figured it was sufficiently clean, Megan removed the rag. "Needle, please," she said, holding out her hand to Rapunzel.

In Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded → 1 yr ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@PatientBean@Blizz@Kirah@KazAlkemi
Limbo
Perhaps it is your resourcefulness, Carolina, that caused my spell to choose you. I do not understand it myself. Your magical ability is undeveloped and weak. If any of my successors were a mistake, it is you.

You rush forward into the maze, hoping to outpace the carnivorous plants behind you. But they are all around you. The boundaries of this horror are alive. As you run past them, more and more of the hedge wakes up, hungering for your supple flesh. I hope you have plenty of color pencils. You will be in need of them. The cloak of levitation tugs at you, trying to beckon you to go up into the sky. Perhaps there, you could spot your friends and rejoin them?

The hedges attempt to eat you again, but for now, you are able to outrun them. But eventually, you will tire... and then they will devour you whole, body and soul.

* * *


"Duh!" Ananym told Mads with a laugh. "There's tons of us - all of Limbo is crawling with demons. Don't you know that?" she then sniffed, her yellow eyes widening. "Woah, you have... a soul. That's so weird! Can I poke it?" Ananym asked. Not very many people in Limbo had souls. Ananym's father had once had one, I can unfortunately attest. As did most of the demons. Demons are not born in Limbo. They are shaped.

At Jack's arrival, the other demons started to scatter. They, it turns out, did not want to test this newfound weakness against gravity for themselves. Their eyes lingered on Ananym for a moment longer. She laughed. The demons made way for the staircase, planning on running down the impossibly high tower as fast as they could.

Ananym grabbed what looked like a slingshot. "I bet I can kill at least twelve, how many can you get, Jackass?" she asked. She loaded the slingshot with a strangely glowing red orb and took aim, planning on hitting the fleeing demons as they left. It was funny to her. The spiral staircase kept them from having real cover. "Are your friends here to play with us?" she then asked, looking at Mads and Annika.

You do not want to play her game. Your life depends on it.

* * *


The shadow makes no moves or designs on you. It simply lurks, waiting. The goblet in front of you seems to be beckoning, Edus, Prudence, and Runa. With each blink of your eyes, the fantasy plays out in front of you. You cut the throat of an innocent creature. You fill the goblet with blood. And as you drink, you are changed. You are transformed, transcending your mortal form into something far more. Steel yourself against this temptation.

The sound of a baby crying alerts you - it is coming from the entranceway of the mausoleum.
Runa the Grey
Location: Limbo
Skills: Intuition
Spells: N/A
They hardly seemed surprised at Edus' description of what was in front of them. Runa had killed too many sorcerers for their power to be shocked at blood magic. In fact, there was a time where they had considered specializing in it and taking it for their divinity. Ultimately, she had decided against it - it seemed too, as her late husband would have described, edgy.

"A self made witch. But yet, I sense a string upon you, one that will allow you to never glean your full potential," they commented. They appreciated that Prudence had clawed her way to where she was, that she hadn't had expensive tutors or books, that her own force of will had gotten her there. But Runa sensed something about the hex witch, something that they believed if severed would allow Prudence to go onto greater glory. It was one thing to channel power from another; it was another to channel the power of oneself.

"It is a dull tale, I am afraid, as to how we two met," Runa said. "But I shall tell it, as you two decide what to do with that which is at hand. I am too old for blood magic." She was curious as to the choice that would be made. She had a feeling she knew what Edus would do, but Prudence was an unknown. Perhaps she would take more power into herself. Or perhaps she would not.

"I met this one as a young maiden, in the old days of Midgard - but not yet old, in the way I am old. He was a brother in arms to my late husband, a shapeshifter who could harness the power of the sun. I accompanied my husband on many journeys, working my spells, and came to be acquainted with Edus in that way. He is a good man, as rare as that may be." They said all of this matter-of-factly, as if they had been recounting the items they had foraged in the woods a long time ago. They knew there were details that they had omitted that would be of interest, particularly to Edus, but they did not care.

She could see the vision, now, in her mind's eye. They would kill Edus again. They would fill the goblet with his blood. They would raise it to their lips and they would drink. The promise of power was simply an added benefit. They had long since been forced to consume others to survive. It would be no different than a snack.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Blackbird - Asteroid M Docking Bay
Skills: Telepathy
~Fit Check~
"Goddamn, do you love the sound of your own voice," Guin snapped at Max. "I'm so terribly sorry that we don't have a plethora of information to work-off of right now. I know it definitely isn't up to your amazingly high standards. I guess what we already chatted about - how the group already on the station was taking care of security systems and that they were going to open up the docking bay for us - I guess that wasn't enough for you. We aren't here to steal data. Whoever suggested that, we aren't doing it. If you're really as onboard with Magneto and his nations as you claim to be, I don't even see why you'd be interested in that. In fact, why would you even want a plan then? From your perspective, there's no reason that we can't just go pick up our friends and take them home. We aren't here to blow up the asteroid or anything. As far as we know, no one is being hurt. Magneto can run his space island up here all he wants."

"Now, you really want a fucking plan? Here's the plan. We got off of our ship before Magneto crushes us alive. We split into two groups and we find our friends. Don't attack unless you're attacked first. We're friendly. When you find them, send up a telepathic flare - or I'll send one up - and everyone will regroup. If you want more of a plan then that, well, make sure to remember to breathe. And if you go too long without blinking, your eyes are going to water. Happy now, O Grand Sorcerer?"

"We're X-Men, we figure things out and we improvise. That's what we're good at. We don't have time to blow the whistle for a time-out or a group huddle every time someone stubs a toe." She paused. She knew this wasn't amazing leadership qualities she was demonstrating at the moment. "And for the record? You seem to fucking hate us too. Maybe I should take a look inside your brain and make it so you forget how to walk."

They had landed at least. Finally. Guin was somewhat convinced that she might strangle Max if she had to hear him whine for another second about how things weren't perfect. She'd have to thank Mira for the assist later... although Guin didn't particularly know how to really talk to Mira without feeling INCREDIBLY guilty these days. She closed her eyes. "Our general vicinity is clear. I think the groups should be myself, Lance, and Jaclyn. And the other group Pietro, Miranda, Carolina, and Max. Any objections?" she asked, though she looked at Max.
Neil Spellman
Location: the Asteroid
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
Neil frowned, seeing the people stop outside of the room in the hallway. It was so incredibly annoying and frustrating that they would just stay there. His video game senses told him that if they didn't leave soon, they'd probably have to fight them. It'd be a forced encounter basically. They could heal up and take their potions and whatnot for attack modifiers in here, but the boss fight was going to happen one way or another... A mini boss fight, probably. Unless one of the people outside happened to be Magneto, chatting about the weather in space.

Mary's voice echoed through his mind and he frowned again - they were cut off from the docking bay. But at least the others were here with a ship. He wanted to believe that they could just walk out of here, but... would it be that simple? They had been kidnapped by the X-Men's greatest foe, Magneto. Neil couldn't imagine a universe in which this ended without a fight. But he wanted to believe that there could be one. Annie's idea was good though. She could make an illusion and cause them to walk away. "I like that, but what'll the illusion be?" Neil whispered. "Or really, who, I guess - who did the files say were on the station? Maybe you could make it look like one of them..."

In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
8:50 AM - Wed. Sep. 15th, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute
@Achronum@BlueSky44@Trainerblue192
In the hallway, the three would find that they weren’t entirely alone. The staff didn’t tend to really patrol the hallways of the school, so usually running out of class was fine. Danni, Dorian, and Zelda just ended up being unlucky. Firestar was walking down the hall, frowning, her heels clicking. “You three better have a note,” Firestar warned them sternly. “Or you’ll be spending your evening in detention.” She crossed her arms, looking at them expectantly. She was the dorm supervisor for Danni and Dorian. “And you two will be cleaning the toilets for a week.” She expected better from her own students.

@PatientBean@Trainerblue192
Sabine would manage to cause Dorian’s memory to essentially short. This basically meant that he ended up losing time, forgetting what happened from when the knots were finished being tied and then till they were with Zelda in the hallway.

@Blizz@Forsythe@Nallore@BlueSky44
Leah would manage to construct five different pillars of earth dispersed throughout the arena.

Diana would be able to get the string on somewhat, but it’s loose and is going to not function properly. She would then be able to expertly teleport right behind Vicky. She tried to stab her arrow into Vicky’s thrusters, but ended up missing and hitting more of the chest area of the suit. This turned out to be for the best though, as she got lucky enough and the arrow tip seemed to jam some sort of essential mechanism - Vicky’s electric field didn’t end up going off.

@Nallore
Mads’ magic works out perfectly - she sends out a great wave of fire and eldritch blasts, killing a great deal of bats. There’s barely any left now - a mere 25. But something strange is happening to the water, as it begins to glow…




April Flynn
Location: Gym - Training Room A
Skills: Hydrokinesis, Ice Generation

April looked on with glee as they were killing more and more bats - it felt like a success, like a victory! They had rallied and surely now Nimue was going to be impressed with all of them. Their coach had to know that they were the real deal, that they would… April’s happy bubble burst. If she won, it meant Danni and Dorian had to lose. She took the moment’s pause to sneak her phone out of her pocket. They hadn’t messaged her. Those two lived together. They were like brothers. April was… maybe she was just a passing distraction. Maybe they didn’t need her. Maybe she wasn’t really their best friend. She was just a third wheel.

But then Mary Sue added more to her crumbling joy - Nimue had asked for them to protect her. And so far they were only protecting themselves. That wasn’t the task they had been given. And from inside this cage, what could she do? Part of being a hero was being comfortable with being unsafe.

“Can you throw down the cage? I think you’re right, we need to protect Nimue before-“ April gasped. It was like the bats had suddenly realized that too. They had swarmed around Lady Nimue, and the water goddess just took the assault like a statue. April turned the water on the ground into whips and lashed as many of the bats as she could, and then flash froze the water. But it wasn’t enough. She had gotten about fifteen - there were ten left.

And the water on the ground began to glow, and an eerie moan sounded. A hideous beast rose up from its depths. It looked like Mothman - a gigantic horrifying creature with a perfect ass and abs. That was the real challenge. And in one clean swoop, it grabbed Nimue and started to fly for the exit with her.

Percy Novikov
Location: Gym - Training Room B
Skills: Temporal Teleportation, Small Space-Time Displacement Jumps
Percy raised an eyebrow at Sabine’s reaction, not too sure if she would bite off his hand if he attempted to help her in any way. He ultimately decided that the brilliant diva probably wouldn’t take too kindly to that. Especially as he hadn’t warned her about the bends. His head felt a little clearer after that jump - probably because he was a little further away from the toxic waste dump of bad vibes that was Ser Nemo… and maybe Dorian Gray as well.

He eyed Sabine again for a moment. What would she think of Agatha’s ridiculous prediction?

"I can give it a shot. Never teleported somewhere I didn’t have line of sight on before. But there’s a first time for everything,” he said somewhat dryly. "… What are you doing to them? I’m not protesting. I’d just like to know.” He didn’t know much about Sabine’s abilities, mostly that she was some sort of psychic. If he had to guess, he’d say she was a mutant too like him. Most psychics were. There weren’t enough non-mutant psychics to run a season of the Bachelor.

He turned his head to the challenge ahead of them - the tall wall, covered in thorns. He could make out what looked like handholds behind the thorns. If he had to guess, Danni was probably going to burn the thorns away and clear the path for the others. Zelda could maybe make handholds of her own with her powers. And Dorian could… Percy had no idea. He could annoy the other two, he guessed.

"Try not to vomit this time,” Percy requested, before the air around them shimmered. Percy and Sabine reappeared right in front of the wall. He frowned and took a breath, before they shimmered and disappeared again. This time, they made it over the wall - but barely. Percy looked extremely pale, his nose bleeding. Their clothing was torn up as well - as if they had been attacked by something with claws. But otherwise, the pair were unscathed - and although they didn’t know it, they were winning the challenge so far with ease.

In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Outside Burger King
Skills: N/A

Nancy did not hear Zeke in the throws of the seizure. She wasn’t aware of him holding her head, not until her consciousness dimly forced itself out of the darkness and into the light. She slowly opened her eyes, alarmed for a second at seeing a boy’s face so close to her own - but then it clicked into focus. It was her brother. She didn’t need to punch this man in the face for invading her personal space.

Sometimes, she didn’t know quite what to say when she woke up from a vision. Should she be like one of those oracles from the stories and immediately give up all the information? Or could she keep this to herself? Zeke needed to know the information, but… at the same time she couldn’t find her voice. She had been there. She wanted to be able to do these things on her own timeline, when she felt ready, when there wasn’t the weight of the world crushing them…

”It was… It was there. They threw us through the doors. And there was a wolf. I don’t want to think about this more. That’s all I saw.” She blinked her eyes, realizing that she was starting to tear up. She hated feeling so weak and vulnerable and powerless in her own story.

🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Under the Sea
Skills: Rainbow Manipulation

The cyclops grabbed Leda by the throat, lifting her up as it attempted to squeeze the life out of her. Instinctively, Leda put her hands up to her throat, trying in vain to pry its hands off of her. This wasn’t how she was going to die. She wasn’t going to be killed by a common run of the mill monster. She had killed so many cyclopses in her life that she had lost count - her death, when it happened, was going to mean something. She was kicking her legs, as if that was going to help, when the cyclops exploded into dust and Leda fell to the cave floor. It took her a moment to recognize her savior. Sera. That girl was the real shit.

Leda opened her mouth to say as much, only for crippling pain to vibrate through her vocal cords. Instead, she gave Sera a thumbs up. Not being able to quip was probably more humiliating than possibly being killed by a cyclops.

Sera was right though - Kiera needed their help. Leda couldn’t speak, so she couldn’t tell Sera her on the fly plan. She just hoped the two sisters would see the opening she was making for them. Leda’s body began to glow every color of the rainbow, as she then blasted a beam of CareBear rainbow light right into Oceanus’ face - wishing she could’ve screamed eat shit, you c$%t! But instead, she put everything she had into maintaining that beam, giving Kiera and Sera an opening to attack.
In Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded → 1 yr ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@PatientBean@Blizz@Kirah@KazAlkemi
Limbo
Carolina, despite your wishes, you find yourself alone in the maze. The still air does not carry voices towards you. The tracks of the horses and the chariot in the ground seem to be vanishing before your very eyes, as the infernal earth attempts to isolate you even further from the others. If being alone in this bizarre corner of Limbo was not terrifying enough, you do not notice the assailant creeping up on you from behind. A vine snakes its way around your throat, others ensnaring your hands and feet - and you are suddenly being pulled back into the hedge. The hedge is alive. It has a giant mouth and gnashing teeth. And it is going to eat you alive if you cannot find a way to save yourself.

Come to me a voice whispers in your mind, one that is so intimately familiar to you, but yet you cannot place...

* * *

I am grateful that you found the child, Max. Protect her. This realm is no place for one so small. I wish I had told you more about Limbo and its demons, but they were not my horrors to share. The chariot has come to a halt, but you both have been long since separated from Carolina. The tracks left by the carriage have vanished, as if they had never been there. The horses, charmed by Klara, observe the two of you with curiosity now, instead of fear.

My name is Butter Rum one of the skeleton horses said. Its voice is strange - like nails on a chalkboard - but somehow intelligible.

And I am Mercymorn the other skeleton horse said.

Who are you, Pink Two-Legs? Butter Rum asked.

Is the other Two-Legs with you? I can eat him Mercymorn offered.

* * *

Ananym, the daughter of Belasco as Jack identified, takes the form of a young child. She has the classic demonic features - forked tongue, spaded tail, wings, yellow eyes, talons, and fangs. Her gift is her voice. Do not say I did not warn you.

"Jackass!!" Ananym gasped as she saw Jack. A happy smile plastered itself on her face. She was still missing her right fang. The tooth had yet to grow in. Her yellow eyes seemed somewhat disappointed though. She had no recognition towards you two, Madalyne and Annika.

The other demons, who had been circling young Ananym with blades, hissed. "Sorcerers Supreme!" they spat like a curse. One - an ugly brute named Kog'thakan who had pink flesh and a face somewhat between a rhino and a snake - tackled you, Jack. You both then began to spiral out of the sky, as Kog'thakan attempted to stab you with his blade.

Another - Zorzazos - attacked you, Annika. He had the face of a violin and the body of a tank, and arms that looked like tigers. He jumped at you. But Zorzazos was not nimble - nor was he smart. He missed you. The fall will most likely kill him.

The head of this group of demons, a green figured one with more traditional demonic features with the exception of its mouth, which was a kazoo, tooted at you, Madalyne, in a demonic tongue. You instinctively understood his words. "Join us, sister - the hour of our rise is now! Take your true form and pledge yourself in the boss' name!"

* * *


You could all do to be less trusting. I wish I had taken that advice. Perhaps I would still be alive.

The mausoleum is grim and cold, as to be expected. Rust coats the iron archways and dust coats every possible surface. A dead dove lies on the entranceway. There are no names on the walls to identify who was laid to rest here - just more symbols, more cherubs. But the mausoleum is not empty. You are not alone here. There is a presence that even I find myself enthralled to. It is a shadow on the wall. It carries a long scythe, not unlike the one wielded by an old friend of mine.

The shadow watches you. Do you watch it?

In the middle of the mausoleum, there is an altar. On this altar is a cup, with blood dried on the rim. Next to it is a long, curved knife. The blade is clean. A strange language is carved into the altar on which it rests, one that you somehow understand. It reads:

TO THAT WHICH YOU SEEK
I OPEN THE WAY
Runa the Grey
Location: Limbo
Skills: Intuition
Spells: N/A
Runa considered Edus' words deeply. There was clearly an element of time at play here. To them, the difference between the year 2021 and 2025 was a little thing - Midgardian years past by so quickly they hardly mattered. But when the Sorcerer Supreme was of Midgard and they found themselves, more than one, inheriting that office... such a small detail had to matter. Stephen Strange had been many things, but sloppy was not one of them. This was no mystical typo.

They did not offer up the designation of their world. That information she decided to keep to herself. If Edus asked explicitly, they would tell him their tale. If not, then it would remain a secret. She cared too much for the continuation of a singular series of events to risk events unfolding as they ought not. Edus would ask if he should ask, and not because of her prompting, they determined. "I have lived long, but even I have not seen sorcerers supreme. The Vishanti would not allow such a thing... Strange this is, and so he is at the heart of it all. We must find his body. Perhaps then, we might understand."

A cemetery seemed as good a place as any to begin a search - and Runa was pleased to hear the voice of Prudence once more, even as she was somewhat chaffing against Edus' auditory descriptions. Runa did not know what realm they were located in, beyond one marked by devils, yet an idea had begun to take form within their mind. The nature of their inheritance of the mantle limited them to a few options, but even Runa the Grey did not know every realm on Yggdrasill's branches.

She walked with Edus, one arm on him and the other clutching her staff. It amused them slightly that he had not yet noticed it - or perhaps he was too polite to remark on such a thing. She was not ashamed of the staff however. She did not regret its creation.

They made it to the mausoleum. Runa felt the sudden chill, the cold. And while they could not see, they saw. They saw the shadow with the scythe on the wall. Their body tensed. This was a test. She felt the eyes of fate and destiny upon them. But they felt they could not warn Edus and Prudence. Those two must choose their own path. Instead, Runa posed a question.

"I know much of Edus' training, but little of yours, Prudence child. I will tell you mine, if you would tell me yours. I am a witch of the old religion - the religion of what you would deem vikings. I shape the flames of life."
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Rapunzel's Tower
Skills: Medical Science
"He'll live," Megan told her parents curtly. They had done what they could for Lancelot, and Megan was fairly confident that the infection would clear. But there was not much else they could have done for him. If the infection did not clear, he would die. They did not have any other treatment methods available to them, given the nature of the wound. Although, Megan did consider that perhaps Merlin might've had some sort of a magical solution available.

She noted Sierra going outside, but made no move to follow her. She heard the sound of others outside just as Willow announced them. One of them was injured. Willow told Rapunzel this. She briefly contemplated leaving the person to their injuries. Yet as dark-sided as Megan could be, she had still made a vow when she received her medical degree. Megan walked silently but purposefully outside. The injured party was a ginger woman with sharp, almost bird-like features. She almost missed the wound, as she stared at the woman's face. She couldn't remember her name. It was an arrow wound to the leg.

"I need needle and thread, clear alcohol, and a torch," Megan announced. "Get her on the table inside, I can work there." The wound needed stitches. The alcohol would be used for cleaning the wound, as well as (in combination with the flame) sterilization of the needle. Megan's gaze settled briefly on another member of the group of newcomers - someone who may as well have been her twin. That was odd.

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