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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 Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded → 1 yr ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@PatientBean@Blizz@Kirah@KazAlkemi
Limbo
"I'm here to make a deal with you, poppet," the Green Eyed One said. The area around them seemed to distort, lengthening oddly before suddenly snapping back into focus. They were in a sitting room now, sitting on couches made out of a strange leather. All of the furniture seemed to be made of bone, including the table in front of them, where an elaborate tea was laid out. Mercymorn and Butter Rum, humorously, were inside the sitting room with them.

"You can rest your eyes, it's quite alright," the Green Eyed One said. I must recommend that you do not do this. Keep your wits about you. Your soul may very well be forfeit. "I must imagine it's been quite a taxing journey. Now, we can make a deal and I can send you on your way, but that sort of magic... It's pricey. You'll have to give me something of equal value."

They stared expectantly at you three. "What do you have to offer me then, loves?"

* * *

Oh dear. This does not bode well. Madalyne, you are alone with Ananym in the strange woods. Your companions have abandoned you. You are in grave danger. Ananym tossed a glance back, noticing that it was just you, and a strangely pleased smile appeared on her face. "Woah, we left those slowpokes so far behind!!" Ananym cackled. "Jackass needs to do more cardio. He's getting squishy. I bet he can't run for ten minutes now," she added.

She was walking backwards now, not making a real effort to run. Jack and Annika were so far behind that it wasn't any fun anymore. And quickly, they were deep into the woods. It looked like a wood you would see on Earth, most likely in a horror film. Strange creatures hissed and howled as they walked. "So, like, what's your deal then?" Ananym asked Mads curiously. "Demon girl to demon girl."

* * *

Your eyes meet Ororo's, Jack, as she looks up from her plants. She was tending to her garden - the only place in Limbo where life, love, and beauty can flourish. Everywhere else in this realm was far too tainted for such things to take root. Ororo may no longer be an X-Men here, this version of her at least, but the same quiet majesty shines through her eyes. You do not know this, but Ororo died the same day Illyana stole the throne of Limbo from Belasco. She died by Illyana's hand.

"It is I, shadow-walker," Ororo said gently, standing up to her feet. "It is good to see you again." She paused for a moment. "Red is not your color," she then added, eyeing the cloak on your shoulders.

* * *

Within the liminal space you have created within your mind, Prudence, you speak with the Devil. To everyone else, it is as if you have simply fallen silent and still, locked in some sort of a trance. Your hellish master has felt the change of the tides as well, and they are not to his liking. There is only ever one being who has proved to be more powerful than he. He will not tolerate another one.

"Do not forget yourself, girl," he first snarls in warning. He stamps forward, his hooves clanging on the liquid ground strangely. "The Sorcerer Supreme is nothing. They are agents of the light. The power I have given you eclipses theirs."
Runa the Grey
Location: Limbo
Skills: Intuition
Spells: N/A
Whereas Edus did not speak the newcomer's tongue, Runa did. They were of Asgard, raised on the All-Tongue, able to communicate with any being instinctively. Runa could not name the language she replied in to the stranger, but she spoke it fluently all the same. "Kwehkwe1," Runa greeted. "Gullveig ióntiats. Ok ní:se2," they paused for a moment, before continuing. Onkwatén:ro né:'e3," she added. She did not gesture towards Prudence and Ed. She could feel Ed's arm, but she did not know where Prudence was, so it did not matter.

It was curious though to know that this woman was also wearing Strange's cloak. A thought occurred to them and they laughed slightly. If that were the case, well, the entire universe would be doomed from the outcome. They decided to keep that thought to themselves. There was no telling how many Sorcerers Supreme they would meet - how horribly divided that mantle had become. Three was already so many, but now four? And Runa's many years had taught them that the rule of three would be chief, there were likely to be more... at least nine, they expected.

They then translated Ed's question into the language the stranger spoke - asking them if they were acquainted with a wizard by the name of Stephen Strange.

In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: the Gym
Skills: N/A
Nancy followed her brother around to the side of the building. He broke one of the windows, and offered her a hand for a boost up. "Nah, I've got it - I used to scale the side of my mom's house to sneak back in," Nancy offered. She got herself up and through the window with ease, landing inside of the gym - and thanks to Zeke's careful attention, there weren't any glass shards cutting into her skin or otherwise hurting her. She scanned the room, looking for something that could be used to block the window.

There didn't seem to be much at all. When Zeke came back from sweeping the area, Nancy then looked around as well. No signs of a monster lair. No signs still of anything they could use to block the window. "Lots of room and barely any equipment," Nancy noted. She expected they'd be able to find a mat or something to put up against the window, but nope. Nancy chuckled slightly at Zeke's mention of sparring. Being in a separate environment, with a firm plan, and not talking about anything... It made it a little easier to push it all down.

But there was something that they did need to talk about, something that hadn't even really occurred to Nancy yet.

"What about your boyfriend?" she asked Zeke.
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Rapunzel's Tower
Skills: Medical Science
"No need to thank me. I made an oath," Megan told her patient simply. She studied the wound for a second. It didn't need a bandage. It was fine the way it was, with the stitching. But perhaps a bandage would be good, simply because of the sort of environment they were running around in. Megan placed one on it quickly. "You do not technically need one, no. If you adjust the bandage, be careful not to pull the stitches." She figured the bandage might make Cassiopeia feel better as well. She did not state that part of her reasoning though. She didn't like it when people babied their patients.

Her eyes flickered up towards the stairs, as Gabriella smiled at her. She didn't recognize the name from any fairytales or fables. But in that moment, Megan knew what Gabriella was asking her. She had never thought she'd be the sort to go for someone who could have been her twin - slightly different skin tones, but twins nonetheless. The severed hand on Gabriella's shoulder interested her.

And Megan had to confess other things interested her as well.

She put down her medical supplies. "If it turns green, tell me immediately - unless you wish to die of blood poisoning, in which case, do nothing," she told Cassiopeia sharply. She then paused for a moment, before heading up the stairs after Gabriella. She had had one night stands before. But this felt like the start of something different.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Blackbird - Asteroid M Docking Bay
Skills: Telepathy
~Fit Check~
"Hold that thought, Mary's coming on through cleanly now," Guin said, putting a finger to the side of her head. It was much easier to hear Mary's thoughts than it had been before - Guin wouldn't have been surprised if the metal exterior of the base was made out of a similar material to Magneto's helmets. Thoughts were cleanly received inside of it, but going from the interior to the exterior had been a static nightmare. This was much more like what Guin was used to when she was hanging around the Mansion - a constant underlying chatter of thoughts, worries, anxieties, hopes, and dreams. It was enough to drive someone mad if they let it.

"Where would a good meetup point be..." she pursed her lips, thinking for a moment. Let me put you on hold for a quick sec, she said to Mary telepathically. Her powers were working well, so Guin figured the easiest way to find a meet-up point - as well as just get a general lay of the land - would be to telepathically dive into the minds of others.

"Looks like we're still a bit away from everyone else. But there's a large room - seems like a computer room of sorts, a main console sort of area - that's in the middle. I think we should rendez vous there," Guin told Jaclyn and Lance. She then relayed the same information to Mary. Okay, there's a giant computer control room sorta thingy, can you find it? Scan my mind for an image of it, I grabbed it off of a rando...

Guin then started heading in the rough direction of that room.

Neil Spellman
Location: the Asteroid
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
A little bit of tension left Neil's body as they teleported, appearing in a quiet hallway. But some part of him had almost wished that they would've run into others. It felt somewhat like a horror movie, knowing that the murderer was lurking around some corner. It wasn't that he wished that they'd run into a fight - it was more that he wanted to get the inevitable fight over with. He couldn't think of a single time when the X-Men had faced Magneto and it hadn't come to blows. Maybe at Quicksilver and Iron Star's wedding? Although, from what he remembered, things had been pretty tense even then...

He hoped the others were okay.

"Maybe Annie, you could try to disguise us as other people as we walk about?" Neil suggested. "As Magneto, or... Just as some random people that don't matter. Not X-Men at least," he added. Annie's illusion power he figured ought to be perfect for this sort of application. If they ran into other people but they weren't interesting, then they could just pass them by like ships in the night without a fight. Hopefully though, they'd be able to make it to the others - Mira was guiding them at the moment, and it sounded like they were getting somewhat close.
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu@Ogobrogo
9:20 AM - Wed. Sep. 15th, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute
@BlueSky44@Ogobrogo:

Firestar offered Teddy a supportive smile. She then motioned for the students to follow her, leading them into Training Room B. Ser Nemo, an elderly gentlemen that both of her charges had already met, was sitting on a lounge chair, sipping a cup of tea. He had a plain notebook in front of him, and he twisted a ring on his ring finger as he sat in contemplative silence. There was a gigantic obstacle course of sorts, two of them, set up in most of the room. The ground shook from an explosion going off. Firestar winced.

"Ser Nemo, I know that your team is full but I was--" Firestar began.

"Yes, I will take Mr. Thompson," Ser Nemo said somewhat absentmindedly, a bit lost in thought clearly at the moment.

"How did you know I was..."

"Going to ask that? Knowing things is my business. Should Miss Flynn feel comfortable returning to class, I will pair her with Mr. Thompson for the rest of this exercise. If not, I hope she enjoys her time with you. Perhaps you will inspire her to stay at this institution."

Firestar blinked. She knew that Ser Nemo was one of those time travel types, so it wasn't too crazy for him to know all of this, but it made her uncomfortable. She liked free will. She didn't like the idea that she was fated to do things, even things like advocating for one of her students.


@Nallore: Next to the tanks, Usagi was sitting in front of the monitors, where they could see all of the Framework actions. She was cackling to herself - on one monitor, she had a looped replay of every death happening. "Not so tough now, huh, girlie?" Usagi baited Diana. "If this had been the real thing, you'd be dead. Triple dead. Not just sleeping dead. Dead as in years later, you don't even turn up at the big event dead."

Usagi then turned her little cat head, giving Diana her full attention. "You've got homework. 1000 words on how you fucked up. But for now, you're in charge of this thing. You get to try to kill your friends. For every friend you kill successfully with this, I'll knock off 200 words. I've got loads of things programmed into this, so... What do you want to throw at them next?" Usagi asked. The Magic Hand was still on the board - although currently he was missing a thumb.

@Blizz@Forsythe@BlueSky44

The Master Hand this time decided to go after Leah. Without a thumb, grabbing things was going to be VERY challenging. But there were still things a giant floating hand could do. The hand flattened itself out and slammed itself down onto Leah, hoping to flatten her like a pancake. Instead, a Leah-shaped hole emerged in the Hand. The Hand writhed, as if it were screaming. The giant hole was in the middle of the hand and pixelated blood floated off of it into the air.

Arcade was beginning to sweat nervously. What if those three couldn't defeat the Master Hand? Did he have to beat the Hand in order to win? Knowing Usagi, he'd have to. He hated that stupid cat rabbit.





April Flynn
Location: Gym - Training Room A
Skills: N/A
April hated these sort of reflection assignments - mostly because her preferred time to think about everything horrible about herself was late at night, in bed, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what the point of it all was. Everyone took all the low hanging fruit too - that they needed to work together, that they needed to listen, that they needed to learn about each other. What was there left for April to say? She bit the inside of her cheek, knowing that there'd be a sore spot there later on, but she didn't care.

"Um, well, I obvi agree with what everyone else said - that we don't really know how to work together or how to listen or really what everyone is capable of but... I don't even know if I know what I'm capable of, you know? Like you can look at me and go, oh, that girl can move water - but can I heal with it? I have no idea. Can I blood bend? No clue. Could I make a fancy dress out of water and spin and twirl like a Disney movie? Who knows, so, like... I think that's what I need to do, on top of the other things, is just... What am I capable of? What are the limits of my power?" April rambled.

Lady Nimue seemed to be satisfied - April was slowly getting better at studying her watery face. "Very good. For your next exercise, this is one in teamwork. April and Madalyne, you two will work together. Diana and Mary Sue, you will form the other pair. I would like for you to demonstrate an application of your combined powers. Please begin now, and keep in mind these reflections."

A twinge of excitement went through April. She didn't say it, but what Lady Nimue was asking of them was similar to a concept popular in the mutant community - the power circuit. Using two or more powers together to create something those powers could not achieve on their own. And here she was, paired up with her bestie. Her bestie the teenage witch. With magic and water, there ought to be no issue at all coming up with a cool application, right?

April quickly moved next to Mads, whispering in her ear. "What if we, like, had you brew a potion that does something when it touches things and I, then, like, use my water powers to throw it around everywhere? Or maybe we could do something like where I make shapes out of water and then you use your magic to change them into fire or earth or air or something or like even cotton candy? What do you think?"
Percy Novikov
Location: Gym - Training Room B
Skills: N/A
There was one unfortunate effect of Sabine sucker punching Percy - they were tied together, so as he fell to the ground, so did she. From their position in front of the second obstacle, the thorn wall, they'd be able to feel the explosive go off at the fourth obstacle. If there had been any doubts about Ser Nemo being willing to risk their lives, they would be quickly dispelled now. Sabine's attempts to rouse Percy hadn't worked.

Sabine and Percy had been moments away from victory, about to win the coveted pizza, when everything had gone pear shaped - or really Dorian shaped.

Dorian's grip on Percy's soul had loosened, and while it seemed uncertain at first, Percy struggled to open his eyes. If he had felt ill before, he felt terrible now. There was the strange illness, combined with Dorian's assault on his bodily autonomy, and now his head was ringing. His vision was blurring and doubling as he looked at Sabine on the ground next to him, and his skin looked green. If his thoughts had been more with it, he'd have realized he had a concussion.

"He... fucking... sucks," Percy mumbled. His ears were ringing. He couldn't stop it anymore. Like an uncontrollable avalanche launching from his mouth, he vomited. He vomited up all of the coffee he had had that morning. He vomited up the bits of food he had eaten as well. It covered him and Sabine. It was not cool. When he finished vomiting, Percy lay there weakly. His ears were burning. "I... sorry," he muttered, feeling ashamed, as he then vomited again.

He tried to teleport them back to where they had been, but he couldn't do it. The blue distortions appeared around his hand, but nothing happened. There was no jump through space-time. He was dead weight - figuratively and almost literally.

In Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded → 1 yr ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@PatientBean@Blizz@Kirah@KazAlkemi
Limbo
The feeling of drowsiness continued to envelope you, threatening to drag you down into the abyss. Max, you managed to force your eyes to stay awake, but every second is a fight against the sandman. Klara, with your rambunctious source of energy, you'd be pretty alert - even as your body ached for a nice nap. And Carolina, the tired, draining feeling continues to pull on you, but in the way you might feel when heading to the airport for an early flight - exhausted, but awake and alert.

Mercymorn, the more sarcastic and mean of the two horses, let her head droop as she fell asleep. Butter Rum tried nuzzling her, but it wanted to sleep as well. They're coming... The Green Eyed One is coming... Butter Rum warned.

The poppies continued to bring on drowsy sleep. Ropes of bones crawled out of the ground, making their way slowly towards you. They shot up, stopping short of entangling you, before assembling themselves into a person with glowing green eyes.

"Mm, hello there, poppets," they said. "Don't you all look tired? How about a nice rest and a cuppa, eh? I've got just the thing..." They waved their arm, and suddenly, a path cleared in the hedge maze. It led to a magnificent manor, made out of a strange off-white material. Carolina, you would be the first to recognize what it was. It was made of human bone.

I had mentioned before to you, Max, that the Green Eyed One is a deity of death. I should have been more clear. The Green Eyed One deals in death. They trade. A soul for a miracle. A life for a jewel. A death for a dance.

* * *

You have a good eye, Madalyne. Ananym certainly would not tell you this, but there were no other demons in that tower. There were others trapped within its walls, bound to a cruel and unsuspecting mistress. "No one important!" Ananym told Mads cheerfully. Space-time seemed to contract as you all dashed down the staircase. Within seconds, you were at the bottom of the tower. Annika, you would be hit by a sense of vertigo, as if you had left your stomach at the very top. "I let them in, duh! They came in through the door," Ananym then answered Jack, as if he had said something very stupid.

"Ooo, yeah, you can have all the knives you want! Just not my special knife. That one's for important occasions only," Ananym told Annika cheerfully. You do not want to see her special knife. I have. Trust me.

"We need to go that way to get to the library," Ananym said, pointing her finger towards a red brick path that led into a thick woods, and up to a mountain beyond. On this mountain sat a fierce and sinister castle. Lightning flashed in the sky, illuminating it as if on cue. "We could race! Let's race!" Ananym then took off at a run, a bundle of pure demonic energy, heading for the woods.

Tread lightly, my friends.

* * *


Prudence, I am not surprised you did what you did. I will be more interested to see whether or not you regret your actions, but I think that you will not. The quickening of your heart, the tensing of your muscles, the sharpness upon your teeth. Those are the first signs of this new power you have welcomed. As you step out of the mausoleum, a veil seemed to slip away before your eyes.

You are in a space that is pure red. There are no features. The ground appears to be water. In front of you, there is your Lord. Make no mistake - it is not his power that allows him to appear to you now. It is yours.

To you, Edus, you would not see anything amiss with Prudence. Aside from her eyes. They are orbs of pure red, no pupils or other colors in sight.
Runa the Grey
Location: Limbo
Skills: Intuition
Spells: N/A
Runa chuckled, smiling sharply at Ed's answer. Prudence gave her no response. That was fine. They were quickly likening Prudence to a cat. They did not mind. Although they preferred the company of wolves, they could respect a feline companion. "The mantle has already been thrust upon you, my friend. There is no refusing it now. You may shed it and bestow it upon another - perhaps, if you wished to give your piece to me, I could begin to reunite whatever has fractured the office so. Or perhaps you wish to bestow it to someone else, but choose wisely, as you will be handing them the power of a god."

They made no designs as to whether Edus ought to give the power to themselves or not. They would certainly like for him to do so. They had forgotten the taste of magic in their blood for so long, it felt good to have it flow once more. And now, she wanted more. She craved it. She craved the power she once possessed, back when she had been the Mother, not the Crone.

But those who asked for power from a man were rarely given it. That had been their experience. If they were a quiet, frail old thing, then they would not be distrusted. Or perhaps Edus was wise and would see that even snakes grew old.

They noticed nothing of Prudence's choice. They did not sense that the shadow had retreated. And she did not hear the scraping of the iron gate, as the exit of the cemetery swung open, revealing a red brick road.
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Rapunzel's Tower
Skills: Medical Science
Megan nodded, before beginning her work as Rapunzel handed her the needle. It was by no means her finest stitching. She made no comment about her patient's choice of conversation topic. Perhaps someone might have unkindly assumed that Megan did somewhat crude work on purpose, as a way to express jealousy over the blonde haired girl winning the heart of the red haired girl. Megan had fancied the second woman for a moment. But above all else, Megan was a professional. She took pride in her work.

Would she really intentionally do subpar stitches?

"No, the scar will be prominent - you're very lucky," Megan told her patient. After all, scars just indicated things that failed to kill you. Megan would prefer to have more of them. A wound that healed without one was just a disappointment. She eyed her assistant - the girl who had an uncanny resemblance to herself. "Forgive me, I didn't catch your name - I'm Dr. Megan Pendragon," she said, extending a hand.
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 saw where her brother was pointing to - it almost looked too good to be true. It was perfect, really. A rundown gym with what looked like a padlock on the door. Maybe someone would call the cops on them if they saw them breaking in, but maybe they wouldn't. And they needed to find somewhere to sleep. It was irritating to her how much harder it was to be a teenage runaway in the modern era, at least in her opinion. It had been so much easier in the 80's.

"Rad. That looks like as good as anything we're going to find," Nancy agreed. "Let's check it out then." She didn't say the quiet part - that she was more concerned about it being a monster lair than just being full of video cameras. She had heard about a kid in the Legion who - on his way to finding Lupa - had ended up sleeping in a cyclops nest for a few hours before realizing his tragic mistake.

🌈 Leda Storm 🌈
Location: Under the Sea
Skills: Superhuman Speed
They got lucky.

Kiera hit Oceanus hard with Poseidon's trident, the blast slamming into his chest. The titan was sent backwards, ruining even further the structural integrity of the cave. The cave ceiling was coming down around them, gigantic chunks threatening to either skewer or crush them, killing the young demigods. Oceanus was buried alive - Leda would've preferred dead, but incapacitated was enough, at least for now. And in the way only a child of Iris could, Leda could see everything happening in slow motion. She ran quicker than thought.

She scooped up Sera into her arms, before doing the same to Kiera. Her muscles were burning with exertion, but the adrenaline was fueling her, pushing her ever onward. In that moment, Leda could've outrun the gods. She pushed onwards, flying like a rainbow streak of light towards the exit - the exit that was rapidly closing, as more and more rock came down all around them. Leda narrowly missed being crushed at least seven times. Even at her speed, it almost wasn't enough.

Her heart was hammering faster than should've been humanly possible, a vibrating blur in her chest. They had just seconds now. She could see it, a gigantic chunk of ceiling that would hit the ground in just a moment, blocking off their exit and trapping them forever. Her body realized what her head and heart did not; she wasn't going to be fast enough. Without thinking, Leda threw her charges through the exit, praying to the gods that Sera and Kiera would land safely, that they'd go on through...

And then the cave ceiling fell on Leda, crushing the daughter of Iris.

Her last thoughts were of Kiera, and then she was gone, forever. Leda Storm was dead.
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu@Ogobrogo
9:10 AM - Wed. Sep. 15th, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute
@Achronum@BlueSky44@Trainerblue192@Ogobrogo

For a moment there, Firestar had almost forgotten why she had been coming this way. One of her students had been violently sick the last few days, and the nurse had finally figured it out this morning. The meds Teddy took to suppress his powers had been weakening his immune system as well - now that they had been flushed out of his system, he was back in perfect health. It wasn't his fault that he had missed his audition time slot. And it was his senior year. Firestar had been bringing him to go see Ser Nemo, determined to get him a spot on that team.

They had paused for a moment for Teddy to go use the restroom - the small group in the hallway was standing right outside the sign for the men's room.

The boys had done their best to calm Zelda back down, and they returned to class. "Okay, ice cream it is," Firestar told Zelda, giving her a comforting smile. She then turned her attention towards the men's restroom. "I need to drop off a student with Ser Nemo, and then we can go," Angelica added. "Teddy, you alright in there?" she called out.

She then internally winced. Was that be embarrassing of her? Oh gods, she wasn't even in her mid 30's yet and she was already deeply uncool...

@Achronum@Trainerblue192

Ser Nemo didn't seem surprised by what Danni had told him, but he chuckled nonetheless at the last part. "This is my first year teaching anywhere. Before I worked here, I was policing the timeline at the behest of my Lady Saturnyne," Nemo explained to Danni. "As to whether I know everything that is going to happen... Where would be the fun in telling you if that was the case, my dear boy? Now, strap yourselves together. If you work quickly, you may still beat the other pair."

@Blizz@Forsythe@Nallore@BlueSky44

Leah's strange transformation left everyone baffled - even Zari did not recognize what had happened to her. Arcade was (somewhat grossly, but was a teenage boy) salivating at the sight of a seven foot tall scary woman who could definitely step on him. He was similarly interested in Vicky, after she had killed Diana by literally stepping on her. He was never super interested in the Contest of Champions throughout his years at the academy, but he couldn't help but be fascinated by his teammates.

And as luck would have it, Arcade happened to be in those bushes where Vicky had tossed the EMP arrowhead. He quickly grabbed it, and looked at his hunting knife, wishing he had some cord or something so he could tie them together. So far, his strategy of hiding out and waiting for the others to kill each other seemed to be working. But if he was being honest, he was a bit bored with hiding. He wanted the show to get ever higher, ever better.

Vicky's repulsor blast went off without a hitch, catching Diana square in the chest. Diana wasn't very lucky it seemed. The piercing attack killed her almost instantly - her form shimmered and faded away, as she respawned onto the platform. Just a single life left.

"SOME OF YOU AREN'T KILLING EACH OTHER ENOUGH!" Usagi's voice boomed throughout the arena.

The ground shook, and this time, it wasn't Leah's doing. The small arena was now soaring upwards, as the sky turned black and eerie. And then, appearing out of nowhere, there was a GIANT WHITE GLOVED HAND. It was the size of a building. It was Master Hand from Super Smash Bros.

Master Hand grabbed Zari! Zari would manage to glitch herself out of the hand, falling and landing on the arena. The hand was flexing its fingers menacingly, this time reaching out for the rogue queen herself, Leah!





April Flynn
Location: Gym - Training Room A
Skills: Hydrokinesis
"...Yagoda? Who's that? Is that a Star Wars character? Like Yoda's secret twin or something? I mean, doesn't matter, since it sounds like that person can heal with water - oh, like Katara! Ummm. Well, no. I don't think so. I mean. I've never really tried? Like, maybe I can, but I've never been in a position where someone was hurt and there wasn't, like, an actual medical person. Or a bandaid. Or like it was a bruise and they didn't need anything, so... who knows? Maybe? I don't think water actually has any healing properties, I think it's kinda just a gimmick, but I can try!"

Mary Sue's point that Lady Nimue was basically a goddess helped to soothe her nerves and anxiety somewhat. They definitely couldn't have killed their teacher then, right? Mads cast a spell from her grimoire, heal, but it didn't seem to take at all. There was no change. Lady Nimue was still motionless and unconscious.

April's anxiety flared back up again. Maybe Nimue wasn't as durable as the other goddesses. Maybe they really HAD killed her. "Um, Mads, is she, like, breathing or something? Or... I think it's still called breathing when you have gils, right? Does she have gils? Does a person made of water need to breathe???"

Andy killed Mothman with a powerful bolt of lightning. He dissipated into fine watery mist. April felt like crying over everything that had happened, as she shot off blasts of water at the remaining bats. There weren't very many left. She got lucky. She managed to take them out.

For a moment, the training room was quiet.

Then, Lady Nimue yawned. "Had your Lady been mortal, she would be dead," Nimue said sharply to the girls. "But I did not charge you with the care of such a person, so you have passed. I would ask each of you now to reflect, and tell me what you could improve for next time. Whoever wishes to start may do so. We will then proceed with the next course of your training for today."
Percy Novikov
Location: Gym - Training Room B
Skills: N/A
Percy snorted slightly, a bit amused with Sabine's choice. "Why aren't you doing this yourself?" He wasn't even mad about it. He cracked his knuckles and stretched out his fingers. It was fake, but he did remember now spending a week at a bomb disarmament training camp. It was bizarre. He could even recall his moms dropping him off, telling him about how important a skill this was going to be, and that the teacher smelled like string cheese. "Not that I'm complaining. I would rather be the one to do this anyways," he said. When it came to matters of life and death, Percy would rather handle it himself. He didn't want someone else pressing the button. He'd live or die by his own choices and actions - not someone else's.

He approached the bomb. He sorted through the fake memories. He knew exactly how this bomb was made. But how to unmake it - was it as simple as doing everything in reverse? Should he cut the wires in opposite order to their installation? He was about to make that cut, but then hesitated. What if this was wrong? What if he cut the wrong wire and he died on the first day of training?

One of his moms had almost ended the world to retrieve a friend from the quantum realm - what would she do if her son died?

Percy cut the wire. His heart was pounding. His hands were steady, as much as they wanted to tremble. But nothing happened. The bomb didn't go off. The door to exit the obstacle course swung open. They had done it. They just needed to continue to awkwardly shimmy their way along, still tied together. It was pretty annoying having had to hobble around, even though Percy had teleported them most of the way along.

But then an electronic countdown started behind them. Ten, nine, eight, seven...

"Run!!" Percy shouted, hobbling forward as fast as he could, temporarily forgetting just from fear and panic that he could just teleport them out of this one.


In Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded → 1 yr ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
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Limbo
Ananym blew a highly dignified raspberry. "Magik kicked that stinky old man to the curb ages ago," she explained to Jack. I do not believe any of you have had the privilege to meet Miss Rasputina - a Russian child stolen from her family, she was raised in Limbo while her brother served on the X-Men. She is a powerful sorceress in her own right, but I worry about the stain on her soul. The longer one remains in Limbo, the more powerful its corruption can become. Something I am afraid you all may be doomed to find out.

"And of course they hurt me, we're demons," Ananym added with a shrug. "But if you want to go somewhere safe, c'mon - I've made Dad's library into a really cool fort! And I have knives we can snack on. They're nice and crunchy." She then started to run down the never-ending spiral staircase, not bothering to see if the others were following her. She knew that they would.

* * *


We are cool Butter Rum agreed, letting out a whiny as it raised its front legs up slightly.

Mercymorn rolled her eyes at the other horse. You are so cool - NOT!!

Butter Rum let out a wet huff.

The three of you were reunited at least, and while the horses weren't huge fans of the gothic swords, they had not started to run off again. There was an uneasy tension in the air. Max's spell, while somewhat well executed (I would never say such a thing to him), had not burned the maze. But the plants seemed to have sensed something different was at play.

The next thing you all realized, strange flowers were drifting through the air. The scent was sweet and calming. It made you all fell like lying down and closing your eyes, of painlessly drifting off to sleep. Even Mercymorn seemed to let out a yawn.

Sure, we can take you through the maze... But to leave it, you have to pay the toll Butter Rum explained.

What have you all got on you that you can trade with the Green Eyed One? Mercymorn asked. Human souls? Rights to the firstborn child? They got crazy for that sort of stuff. Maybe we can talk about it after a nice long nap...

* * *


The shadow on the wall makes no designs on you still - none that you can perceive, at least. In Limbo, not all tests are ones of physical might. Some of them are mental. Some of them are the simple planting of an idea, one that has now been suggested to you all - that by slaying another, you may gain more power for yourself. It may not tempt you now.

But can you say that it never will?

Should you wish to leave the mausoleum, no force will stop you. But as Runa asked, you must decide - on what path do you walk? What are your intentions? Will you do as I asked of you?

Or is the world doomed to fall due to a child's folly?
Runa the Grey
Location: Limbo
Skills: N/A
Spells: N/A
Runa smiled slightly at Edus' question. It was very sweet of him to ask. She was moderately surprised as well that neither of them moved to drink from the cup. Perhaps they were both more heroically inclined than they had anticipated. But that was fine. Runa had no real urge for heroism here - they knew that Strange likely had left contingencies behind, in the case of his death. He was probably arrogant enough to have left a copy of himself in some dusty vault, hoping that Runa - or one of the other would-be sorcerers supreme - would kindly wake him up and bestow upon him the mantle.

And while at first Runa would have been quite glad to hand this responsibility up to another sorcerer... They had missed having access to this much magic. The magic in her time was dead and dying, something she could not properly complain about, as they had been the one responsible. Here, though, magic was alive and well. They felt alive and well in a way they had not in years. Perhaps they might stay awhile.

"I would be very much surprised to find a single friend in such a place - and yet, it seems I have collected two," Runa surmised. "I have no interest in enacting this cursed ritual. We may leave. Yet I would ask you two to consider what path upon which you walk... I realize that seems vague. I ask you quite literally - where do you wish to go?"

"We may seek out that which has brought us here - or we may ignore the call and cross the realms. I know of such things and could cast such a spell. We could search for poor Stephen's killer. We could attempt the return to Midgard, in order to construct the Veil. Without its protection, the realm will fall. Such is the way of things. I know of this spell, and I may teach it to you both, for I have had to cast it in my own time. I am sorceress supreme of a dying world. Perhaps I will be sorceress supreme of two."
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