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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: Asteroid M
Skills: Telepathy
~Fit Check~
Guin didn't notice Max perform magic on her wound, as it was on the back of her head. She wasn't going to remove the pressure she was keeping on it, so she didn't notice that the bleeding had stopped either. If she had noticed, maybe it would have altered her opinion of him. Just maybe. Instead, she was hyper focused on Magneto and the bullshit he was spewing. She didn't buy it, not for a second. People could change - but not that much. He was still the man who twirled nukes with his finger, who threatened the human race with extinction, who abused his children. There wasn't room for nuance.

"If you're not lying, then remove your helmet," Guin challenged. "Let me see the truth for myself." She was calling his bluff. She knew there was no way Magneto would take off that helmet. There was no way he would let her dive into his mind and see what the truth was. Maybe it was stupid to challenge him here and now, but she didn't care. She wasn't going to be afraid of him. And she wasn't going to let him get away with hurting people again. This was the same Magneto, just in space.

Others from the group rejoined them - not Mary though. Instead, Mary sent Guin a somewhat alarming message, about someone with a power that sounded suspiciously like performance enhancing drugs. Magneto's claiming he's innocent. Calling his bluff. Come join us if you can. Probably without your new friend. We're either going to fight to the death or leave. Although she figured a fight was somewhat guaranteed - if Magneto was telling the truth, then Exodus was behind all of this.

And he had already tried to murder Pietro once.

She flinched slightly, hearing the crack from Lance trying to set his leg. Not too much later, the pain in her head then ceased, as if the wound was healed. Guin tentatively dropped her hand, before prodding at where it had been with her fingers.
Neil Spellman
Location: the Asteroid
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
Neil was running with the others, finally making it to where more of their team was located. OfAll, Lance, Guin, Pietro, Exodus, and Magneto were all there - as were Carolina, Bethany, Mira, Annie, and now himself. His stomach twisted with discomfort at that thought. It wasn't the fact of who was present... No, it was the pronouns he mentally used. Annie had just told him to trust his gut, something he knew had been attributed to his feeling that he had sensed Lance's death... But instead, he was applying it differently.

For the last however many weeks, he had been denying something building up inside. He had been ignoring what his gut had been telling him.

Neil Spellman was not a boy.

It felt like a dam breaking loose, and they trembled. Tears welled up in their eyes. They hadn't even said the words, they had just thought them, but it was... it was so liberating. So freeing. Maybe it wasn't the time or place to have the egg hatch, but Neil didn't care. The tension left their shoulders and they stood a little taller. They felt warm.

"S-so... What's going on?" Neil asked, sounding a little dazed. No one was fighting, not exactly anyways. In fact, everyone seemed to just be... talking?
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
Round One - Mon. Oct. 18th, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute
Training Room A
Excelsior (villains) vs the Mighty Marvels (heroes)
Ser Nemo vs Jack of Harts
Judges - the Black Knight, Crystal of the Inhumans, Shang-Chi


Training Room B
Uncanny Avengers (villains) vs the Unity Squad (heroes)
Usagi vs Tigra
Judges - She-Hulk, Blade, Rogue


Training Room C
The Huntresses (villains) vs the New Defenders (heroes)
Lady Nimue vs Brunnhilde
Judges - Iron Man, the Hulk, Black Widow
Uncanny Avengers
Ed managed to catch his breath, scrambling up from his position on the wall. His head was spinning slightly and the adrenaline was pounding through his body. Vicky was yelling at him to help Diana - but Diana was already running off. It was so incredibly hard to see though in the dark, and he fumbled around in his many pouch'd belt. He knew where he had put these things earlier, and it helped that they had a distinct shape to the other items he had. He awkwardly undid the zipper, before pulling out a pair of green goggles.

He smirked, once they were on his head - and he could see perfectly again. They were night vision goggles. Everything was a shade of green now, but that was fine. He got an idea then. It would maybe get them disqualified... But it might not. He reached into another pouch of the belt, pulling out four little discs. He'd made these last year for his final project in his engineering course. He stuck them onto various points of the earth tent Leah had made around the hostage, and they began to blink.

"No one's saving you now," Ed whispered to the golem encased in Earth. "At least, not in one piece..."

They were bombs, of course - pressure activated ones.

Over by the Wall, Momchil took a nasty dive, hitting the ground with a thud. They were out cold, thanks to a firm whack in the head from the flat of Zari's sword. But they weren't maimed or dead, so the judges didn't do much, beyond scribbling down a note or two. Their team didn't have any healers.

Diana's explosive arrows had sailed over the wall, but given her inability to aim, they hit the ground without striking anyone. Rada and Sveva had a few close calls, narrowly running and getting out of the way of the arrows. None of them fell near Abby.

It was easier to see now though, between Zari's flashlight sword and Victoria's spotlight. On the other side of the wall, Rada Sternberg punched repeatedly in a single location. In her metal form, she had super strength - much like the X-Man Colossus. A small hole began to form, growing bigger with each punch, but it wasn't enough yet for a person to get through.

"Let me," Sveva insisted. Rada stepped to the side, quirking an eyebrow at her teammate.

Sveva then narrowed her eyes, lasers shooting out of them, as she started to burn away at the wall. It wasn't unlike the circular sweep of a lightsaber in a Star Wars movie, creating a circle that could be easily kicked on through.

Without a word though, Abby walked up to another portion of the wall, and they threw their weight against it. They were stronger the more electricity they had consumed, and they were bursting with light and energy. Their glow faded, but the earth gave way, creating a person sized entrance to the other side. "Hey guys," Abby said. "We're here to save the day. You can surrender now if you want."

Jyoti had taken advantage of the chaos, and everyone focusing on Momchil. She was staying up high towards the ceiling, doing her best to fly quietly over to the hostage. But now with a flying pegasus, Jyoti decided there needed to be a change of plans. Channeling her favorite hero, Ororo Munroe, Jyoti cried - "lightning! hear my cry!"

Storm clouds began to gather around her, a light and gentle rain falling.
April Flynn
Location: Gym - Training Room C
Skills: Hydrokinesis
April nodded. "Got it, boss, I'll..." her voice drifted off. She had been about to try to freeze Neferkare solid, at least until the match was over. It was the logical thing to do. Speedsters didn't mix well with the cold. It's what a villain would do. But suddenly... Suddenly she didn't want to do that anymore. The little girl with the black braids, she infuriated April more than anyone had infuriated her before in her life. Her heart was full with hate as April abandoned the speedster, instead making a beeline for the daughter of King Arthur.

"You!" April hissed. "What gives you the fucking right?" she screamed. There was blood on Megan's face - Andy had definitely broken her nose - and it made April want to spin her aunt up in the air in joy. She only could've been happier if she had gotten to break Megan's nose herself.

"Hey, hey, she's MINE!" Gideon complained. She had reluctantly left the hot siren alone, and instead went over for a sword fight - which was admittedly her favorite thing to do.

"How about we all fuck her up together? How's that sound? She def deserves it. I bet she's a future psycho or something," April swore. And without waiting for an answer, she reached out with her hands and pulled towards herself. A small whip of water flew from the pool, flying into April's hands. She wanted to strangle Megan with it. She was going to strangle Megan with it. Nothing else mattered. She didn't care if she won today. She didn't care if she went to super hell for murder.

But just as April was about to strike, a webbed hand grabbed her by the back of the hair... and dragged her backwards, catching her unawares. The person dragged her into the pool, where April thrashed violently, trying to get free, but she didn't surface.

Enya Mac Suibhne was, after all, a selkie.

Megan swung her sword at Andy, aiming to hit her in the head with the flat of it, but Gideon was faster - she parried the blow with her own sword. The two swordsmen then became locked in a struggle, Megan attempting to get the upper hand, nearly managing it, and Gideon faring much the same.

"Little help here, Elvira?" Gideon asked Andy playfully. She had a crush on the tiny girl.

Meanwhile, Theda was screaming soundlessly, trying to speak through the gag. But it was no use. She couldn't access her powers. So instead, she grabbed Mary Sue by the hair and slammed her down to the ground hard. She went to kick at the other girl in the chest, but Mary Sue would be able to roll out of the way, avoiding the blow.

Neferkare's feet were still stuck in the ice, and he was tugging at them, trying to get free.

But Michaela, no one was bothering her. She walked almost nonchalantly on down, as if she was going for coffee. Her hair was floating gently, as if being picked up slightly by the wind. She reached out and set a hand gently on the dome. "No more," Michaela whispered. An intense ball of light and darkness and hope and despair appeared in her hand, colliding violently against the dome, beginning to warp and fracture it - it wouldn't last for long against the horror.

Percy Novikov
Location: Gym - Training Room A
Skills: Temporal Teleportation, Small time-space displacement jumps ( < 50 ft range)
Surprisingly, Sabine wasn't able to get inside of Paul's mind - perhaps he had taken some anti-telepathy courses or seminars. He did keep on glancing over at Xènia though, his eyes full of love. He wanted to make her proud of him. And what better way to do that then by obliterating their enemies and securing their spot in the Contest of Champions?

"This is for you, Xènia!" Paul boasted.

Percy saw the punch coming before it connected. Paul swung wide and Percy ducked down (not that he had to duck far, Paul was approximately three feet taller than he was). The older boy kept his momentum going and ended up spinning around entirely, losing his balance and immediately collapsing back on the floor. Percy looked on dispassionately, noting that Paul had definitely hit his head in the fall that time. "I wouldn't recommend trying that again - you need all the braincells you can keep," Percy advised, before snatching up Paul's spear.

He hesitated for a moment. What was he allowed to do with this that wouldn't break contest rules? He couldn't exactly stab Paul (not that he particularly wanted to). If he wanted to stab anyone, it would be the siren. It had been brief, but enough to irritate and chaff at him. He didn't like it. He didn't like not being in control.

And that then informed him as to what to do next. He kicked with all his might (which was not much, thankfully for Paul) and hit the back of Paul's head. The not-so-gentle giant was unconscious moments later. Percy couldn't help but smirk, feeling a rush of endorphins. He'd got one.

Arsène had rushed on over to Xènia, stars in his eyes. "Xènia, baby... I love you so so much... Let's get married," he urged. "Would you do that? Would you marry me?" He collapsed on one knee, hugging Xènia's - well Dorian's - knees. "Please?" he sobbed.

Salah looked like they might've had something to say about that, had they not been cursing in pain from the fact that Zelda had thrown a knife into their shoulder. They weren't too sure where exactly Zelda was, as she had been sneaking around, but the knives had come from more or less one location. But Salah realized they didn't need to beat Zelda.

The hostage was completely unguarded. They made a run for it.

Emily made a quick decision, knowing that Danni had a reputation for being flammable. They put a finger to the side of their head and they concentrated, tapping into Danni's mind, and messing with his perception of time. To everyone else, Danni would more or less be moving in slow motion.

Percy caught what Salah was going for just in time. His teleportation was doing better today than it ever had before - perhaps the pressure was helping, somehow. He reappeared in seconds right in front of the hostage, spear in hand, as he stared at Salah. "Going somewhere?"



In Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded → 1 yr ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@PatientBean@Blizz@Kirah@KazAlkemi
Limbo
Oh, Jack. You do have what would be an excellent plan - to go recruit the aid of Miss Rasputina. I had been summoned to Limbo under the pretense that she needed my aid in squashing a rebellion. It had been a lie, a trick used to lure me to my grave. Magik is not in Limbo. I do not think she knows what is happening here - and I do not think you will be able to reach her. I wish I could tell you this, but I am forbidden from interfering. All I can do is watch. I cannot council you three to stay together. I cannot give you advice on your quest.

I am no longer Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme. I belong to Death.

Hey, come and untie us! Butter Rum prompted in your minds.

Yeah, let's get out of this fucking nightmare place, Mercymorn echoed in agreement. The skeletal horses were staring through the window hopefully.

* * *


Sym stared at you for a moment, Madalyne, as if he were actually considering it. But he did not achieve his position in Limbo by being an idiot. "How about I add more shackles?" he sneered. He spat in your face. Ananym's screams rose to a crescendo, before abruptly falling off. "Aww, show's over I guess," Sym lamented. "We'll eat her tonight - and it'll all be because you said no."

He brought down his spiked club again, this time connecting with your kneecap. The pain is horrible. Like it or not, a scream escapes through your lips. Sym raises the club, about to bash in your skull, only to stop suddenly. Another demon has entered the torture chamber.

"Lord Sym, the Sorcerers Supreme are here - they've approached the castle," the demon squeaked.

Sym paused for a moment, before letting a deep laugh out of his belly. He looked at you. "Waste not, want not, right?" he said.
Runa the Grey
Location: Limbo
Skills: Intuition
Spells: N/A
Runa felt someone walk into her, and she stumbled forward clumsily. She caught herself with her staff, using it to gain traction. The voice behind her apologized - Annika. In Annika's native tongue, she said: "it is alright, little one." Annika, much like Prudence, reminded Runa somewhat of her own daughters. They were part of the shadows now, forever suspended above in the heavens, freed of the crushing wheel of fate and destiny.

She could no longer dry their tears. Their heart ached in that moment, but they had no one but themselves to curse. No one else to blame. They had broken the cycle. They had formed the shadow god out of the aspect of every single person they loved. She had set them free. She had imprisoned herself in their place.

Prudence was bold and quippy, whereas Annika was courageous and reserved. She adored them both. She hoped she didn't have to kill them.

Weak, noodle like arms embraced her. She smelled a fine perfume. Max then. They snorted slightly. "It is nice to see you, too," they quipped. They knew it wasn't a greeting hug though - or even one designed for comfort. They knew it the moment their feet left the ground, and they felt a sense of weightlessness, of upward propulsion. It wasn't long until her feet found purchase on the ground again.

She didn't need to be able to see the castle - she could feel it now, the waves of pure evil emanating off of it. "Something is wrong here," they sensed. They reached a withered old hand out, as if they could see through gnarled fingers. "Our enemy is not what she seems."

The doors to the castle opened. A demonic hoard appeared. It was led by a Sorcerer Supreme. It was led by Madalyne Crane.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Las Vegas
Skills: N/A
Nancy nodded slightly, at Zeke's explanation about his boyfriend. Relationships and romance just sounded exhausting. She didn't get the appeal of them, why other people pursued them so fiercely. She'd be perfectly happy to live out her days in the company of friends, a beautiful platonic cohabitation. Hopefully she would find that with Diana's hunters. She watched as the strange cat woke up and bolted out the door. Apollo had mentioned that they'd need to follow Sunshine. It looked like that started now.

It felt like an eternity stretched out before her, as she stared at the exit of their hotel room, suddenly immobile.

But the spell broke, as Nancy began to walk, her entire body numb as she headed in the direction of the place that had destroyed her life - the Lotus Hotel and Casino. She was quiet at first on the walk, not answering or even responding as Zeke mentioned that it was just another hotel. She had wanted to roll her eyes at him, but found that she couldn't - that her body refused to respond. It was all she could do to put one foot out in front of the other, over and over again, as they followed the cat.

Just before they rounded the corner, Nancy managed to push a physical response from her body - it was small, but it was so incredibly hard. She nodded. She tried to open her mouth to form words, and it was hard, it was harder than the quests she'd been on before - harder than training at Camp - but she managed it. "I know," Nancy whispered.

The others were here. But her gaze slipped off of them, instead focusing on the lobby doors behind them. Her body wanted to dissolve into nothingness. She wanted to scream and cry and run. She stood rooted in place, feeling her heart beat itself to death, over and over again. She tilted her head upwards, looking at the sun in the sky.

And then without explanation - without waiting for the others - Nancy walked forward. She pushed her trembling hands against the door, opening it, and she stepped inside the place that had at times felt like her grave.


In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Rapunzel's Tower
Skills: N/A
Megan wasn't amused by Rosalia's boasts that she could beat Colby instantly. Unfortunately, it was all rather dull and boring. Just empty words being thrown back and forth. It wasn't enough to hold her attention, particularly as they were preparing to march off to war. She fiddled with her signet ring, and her suit of armor appeared around her. It was standard armor for the knights of Camelot, complete with the Pendragon crest. She didn't have a shield or anything along those lines, but Megan had never fought with a shield before - she had studied how to fight through the lens of fencing, where such things were unheard of.

Her parents left the room, only for Lancelot to enter. "I hope you aren't planning on coming," Megan said bluntly to Lancelot. "Unless you intend to die today." He was still wounded and going to the battle was only going to be unneeded risk. She paused for a moment, before taking Gabriella's hand and going outside, to where Merlin was beginning to construct the portal. Her cold dead heart beat a little quicker.

In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
9:00 AM - Mon. Oct. 18th, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute
Classes had been canceled for the day, as all students were participating in the qualifiers for the Contest of Champions. Only four teams could be submitted to compete in the actual contest, so today's purpose was for the school to decide which groups stood the best chance of winning it all. To minimize any chance of favoritism, contest coaches were prohibited from sitting on the judges panel for this. Instead, their colleagues in superheroism had graciously donated their time to come and observe the students. Usually, these tended to be C-listers - the sort of Avengers that would be placed in the very back of a group shot and most definitely did not have their own merch at Hot Topic.

This year was different. A-listers were coming to watch. As to why that was? Well, the AA gossip mill had brought up a few explanations, some of which may even be true -
  • Half of the Young Avengers were graduating this year, so the school needed to find replacement members, and having a more experienced eye would help.
  • Half of the Young Avengers were graduating this year, so the school was trying to create more chances for them to be seen in action by high ranking members of the Avengers.
  • The Young Avengers were an actual superhero team with public recognition, with higher profiles than the usual C-listers who came to town
  • Most of these rumors really tended to revolve around the Young Avengers

At any rate, all the students knew was that big names were coming. They would be evaluated by a panel of three judges, based on their performance in the scenario given. If they scored high enough, they'd have a shot at getting to go and compete in the actual Contest of Champions, up against the best of the best of youth superheroes. If they didn't, then they'd be stuck on campus watching as others lived out their dreams, and they studied for algebra tests.

The first round began at 9:00 sharp. Six teams were being evaluated. The second round would begin after lunch, where the remaining seven teams would be evaluated by the judges. This year's scenario was simple - heroes vs villains. The teams would have to compete in direct combat. The last team standing would win. Additionally, the villains team would begin with a Shi'ar golem hostage.

ROUND ONE - 9:00 AM

Training Room A
Excelsior (villains) vs the Mighty Marvels (heroes)
Ser Nemo vs Jack of Harts
Judges - the Black Knight, Crystal of the Inhumans, Shang-Chi


Training Room B
Uncanny Avengers (villains) vs the Unity Squad (heroes)
Usagi vs Tigra
Judges - She-Hulk, Blade, Rogue


Training Room C
The Huntresses (villains) vs the New Defenders (heroes)
Lady Nimue vs Brunnhilde
Judges - Iron Man, the Hulk, Black Widow
Uncanny Avengers
In training room B, the stage was set - literally. Behind the Uncanny Avengers was a Shi'ar golem that looked suspiciously like Britney Spears. There was a pool of water in the middle, off to the side, for anyone who might have elemental powers. Students were allowed to bring whatever weapons and equipment with them that they wished. Vicky had tried to cobble together some comm devices, but it had been an outrageous failure (a nat 1 on a d20) - the approach definitely needed to be rethought.

But the room made it unlikely that anyone would have trouble hearing anyone else - it was large, but no so large that a good shout wouldn't do.

Arcade had shown up almost at the last minute. He had a belt with a million pouches on, likely containing different tricks and whatnot. He had thought about bringing his laptop, but he didn't want to risk damaging it. He had goggles on as well, to protect his eyes, and a Kevlar vest.

The judges today were Rogue (famously of the X-Men, but she had served as an Avenger too) (she was getting up there in age, but looked like she was 50 at most, and still in her prime), She-Hulk (in her green form, looking not a day over 30), and Blade (who insisted on wearing his sunglasses indoors).

The other team, coached by Tigra, was called the Unity Squad. They were mostly freshmen, with a sophomore and a senior. The senior (Momchil Angelov) was somewhat well known around school, on the account that they were a bird person - they looked like one of the Rito from a Legend of Zelda Game. They had a bow strapped to their back and a quiver of arrows at their side. There were two girls with excessively curly hair and bushy eyebrows. There was another person who was incredibly androgynous and had a weird glow to them, and the ceiling lights seemed to flicker when they moved. And then there was Jyoti Singh, the It Girl of the sophomore class, her bubblegum pink hair tied back in a braid. When she moved, her feet barely touched the ground.

"Well, hey there, sugahs!" Rogue greeted. "Ma name is Rogue, that's Jen, and that's Blade. You all have fifteen minutes tah do yer task - villains, that's keepin' the hostage, and heroes, that's savin' poor Britney. No maimin' or killin' now, y'all understand? Good. Yer time starts now!"

Angelov took off into the air, as did Jyoti. The two of them flew across the room, making a beeline for the hostage. The lights all then suddenly went out, and Abby Smith was a glowing being of energy, having eaten the power like it was candy. They looked across the room, their eyes glowing bright yellow, as they grinned a knowing grin.

The lights weren't the only source of power around.

One of the curly haired girls suddenly turned into metal - only lit by the intense light bouncing off of Abby. And the other one's eyes began to glow, before laser beams emitted from them. She swept her head in an arc, in order to maximize the number of targets hit. She ended up hitting Ed and Diana, sending them both flying backwards into the back wall, their uniforms smoking. Diana had a bad burn - it would hurt somewhat to move, at least at first. Ed's vest had taken most of the damage for him.
April Flynn
Location: Gym - Training Room C
Skills: Hydrokinesis, Ice Generation
April had been up for a few hours due to nerves. She had gotten changed into her training uniform at about 7:00 AM. She had texted her girlfriends and her soul-brothers (thank the gods she had finally gotten a decent phone, and the Nokia had been chucked into a bin). But that had only taken her about twenty minutes. There had been plenty of time for nervously pacing in the room, for staring at her water bottle and making the water go between frozen and unfrozen until the water bottle had finally had enough and cracked from the stress. Cleaning up the mess had then only killed thirty minutes at most.

So by the time she was in the training room with her team, facing down their opponents, she was more than ready to get this all over with. But simultaneously, she felt sick to her stomach. If they messed this up, there'd be no Contest of Champions for them. And even worse, real Avengers were watching them. Iron Man didn't suit up much these days - he was in his 60's or 70's now, his hair long since gone white, and he walked with a cane. Black Widow creepily looked like she was still in her 20s or 30s - must've been the super serum she had received in the Red Room. The Hulk - well, Doctor Banner - looked like he was in his 50s or so. But he had looked like that for the last thirty years from what April could remember.

Standing on the other side of the training room were their opponents - Brunnhilde's team, the New Defenders. April only recognized two of them - Theda Papadopoulos, a gorgeous Greek girl with unnatural piercing yellow eyes and almost translucent skin, as if her corpse had long ago been cast off into the sea. April didn't remember anything about her powers or what she could do, but she knew that she was looking at a predator. The other one she recognized was Michaela Jones - a dark skinned girl with her hair done in bantu knots. She had no idea what Michaela's powers were either. Both Theda and Michaela were a year above April - seniors.

The three she didn't know, she assumed must've been freshman. One was a pale girl with her hair done in braids - for whatever reason, April immediately decided she hated her. There was a ginger with a wild spray of freckles across the nose. And an Egyptian boy who kept dancing from foot to foot, as if he couldn't bear to stay still.

"We ready to get this show on the road?" Mr. Stark asked, before taking a sip of his ginger ale. "Great. You know the rules. No killing or maiming. Huntresses will be the villains. New Defenders will be the heroes. Blah blah blah. You have fifteen minutes, so don't screw it up. Go." He waved his hand dismissively.

Black Widow rolled her eyes. Banner shot them all two thumbs up. "You're gonna be great!"

April swallowed nervously. The Shi'ar golem, looking like a cute little girl with pigtails and a dress, was tied up behind her team. There was a pool of water in the middle of the room, off to the side - she assumed for her, Lady Nimue must've asked for it. "Okay, let's do this!!" April cheered.

In the blink of an eye, the other team was on the move. Megan drew her sword, only for Gideon to smirk. "Hell yeah!" the senior girl shouted. Gideon was an accomplished sword-fighter, but her superpower was that she couldn't die. The only way that she could be killed would be if someone consumed her soul, and even then, her body would continue to live on without her.

But instead of rushing forward to meet Megan, Gideon went right for Theda. A forked tongue slipped out of Theda's mouth, as she began to sing in a strange language, whisperings that April couldn't understand. She felt a longing to know though, to go and kneel down at Theda's feet, to... "Shit, she's a siren!!" April realized. "Plug your ears! Gideon, don't get distracted by her boobs!!"

Gideon had a reputation for being a himbo butch lesbian.

Neferkare dashed forward with supernatural speed - nowhere near Speed or Quicksilver or Northstar - but still incredibly fast. He was making a beeline for the hostage. April's reflexes were somehow fast enough though, as she yeeted a gigantic portion of the pool water at him, and froze it around his feet.

Percy Novikov
Location: Gym - Training Room A
Skills: N/A
Percy hadn't deviated very much from his routine. Shockingly, he was not nervous about the qualifiers today. He didn't intend to go into this sort of superheroism. He was here at Avengers Academy to learn the skills he needed to explore time and space, to be the sort of traveling adventurer like his hero, Odysseus. Fighting as a member of a group against another group seemed unneeded. He'd be better off spending his time watching Doctor Who. David Tennant was certainly easy on the eyes, even if he found the Doctor's fashion choices atrocious.

However, he knew how much this meant to Dorian. So he was going to put his best foot forward. He had selected a freshly cleaned uniform, wanting to look his best, even though these uniforms tended to get destroyed throughout training sessions. Or at least, ruined enough that he had no intention of ever using them again. He had slipped a nicely penned note under Dorian's door the previous night - writing letters was really becoming a lost art - wishing his boyfriend good luck today.

And reminding him that they still had a test on the Iliad at the end of the week.

Now, he was standing in the training room, facing down their opponents. The judges didn't impress him very much. There was Crystal of the Inhumans, who seemed to have aged nicely into her role as a cougar / a candidate for the Real Housewives, given the way she was inappropriately touching (or trying to touch) the Black Knight. Percy was fairly certain the Black Knight was dating Sersi of the Eternals at the moment - that would be some interesting drama for the tabloids. And then Shang-Chi seemed to be regretting his life choices, seeing how far he could scoot his chair away from those two.

"Oh, sorry, duh, it's time to start this thing," Crystal of the Inhumans said with a sigh. "Don't kill each other. Or do, that might be interesting. Fifteen minutes, villains - that's Excelsior - keep the hostage. Heroes - try to reclaim her. Last team standing wins, and all that jazz. So, like, um, go?"

Percy was not feeling inspired. He glanced behind him, noting the tied up Shi'ar golem - it had been made to look like a little boy with a balloon, which he wasn't sure if that was twisted or funny. Perhaps both.

He didn't recognize anyone from the other team - the Mighty Marvels (Percy hated that name. It felt very gimmicky). There was a tall boy who looked vaguely French, a short girl with an insane number of piercings and her hair clipped almost to the scalp, a larger boy holding an impressively sharp looking double sided spear, a Greek looking girl with haunting yellow eyes and sharp features and prominent veins, and then an Arabic person who was tossing a ball of light back and forth in their hands.

Percy raised an eyebrow. "I don't suppose they're going to just tell us what they can do," he observed dryly. Hopefully the older students on his team knew. And hopefully Zelda didn't fall over from having a panic attack.

Almost unconsciously, he found himself walking forward, drawn towards the Greek girl. But then he was snapped back into focus, as he found the tip of a spear pressed into his chest. "No," Percy refused. He executed a perfect jump through the fabric of space, reappearing behind the taller boy with the spear. He kicked the boy in the back, sending him stumbling forward to the ground, the spear falling from his hands.

"You little shit!" Paul cursed, scrambling back up to his feet.

In Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded → 1 yr ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@PatientBean@Blizz@Kirah@KazAlkemi
Limbo
The wounds on your chest continued to bleed Jack, showing no sign of clotting. To my trained eye, I would recommend applying even pressure immediately. Otherwise, you may find yourself bleeding to death. Having another Sorcerer Supreme perish in Limbo today would be tacky. Although I am sure that some of the demons would rejoice in such a thing - and perhaps one of your fellow Sorcerers Supreme would enjoy lapping at the strange black blood gushing from your body.

It is truly too bad your group does not have a doctor - you are all in dire need of one.

Carolina, a glance through the window shows that the skeletal horses Butter Rum and Mercymorn are tied up outside to a post of sorts. The horses are awake and alert, pawing at the ground nervously. Mercymorn turns her gaze, looking at you through the window. I guess the Green Eyed One can't come to the phone right now - why? because they're DEAD Mercymorn chattered into your mind.

* * *


There was no response from Ananym. The screams continue, unending in their agony. Perhaps you assume the worst. But I can assure you, the worst is yet to come.

Sym chuckled, amused at your bravado - and happy, as it gave him an excuse to hurt you. "How exactly are you going to kick my ass, when I'm here, and you're there?" he asked. "For example, I can do this-" he swings his spiked club, colliding with your left ankle - "and you can't do shit about it."

"The boss is none other than the prince of Limbo, Witchfire," Sym then added. "So I'll ask you again - are you in? Or are you out?"
Runa the Grey
Location: Limbo
Skills: N/A
Spells: N/A
Runa nodded, feeling the brush of Edus' arm on her own. It was sweet of him. They took his arm, allowing him to guide them through the night. "Aye, that would be the one," she affirmed. Truthfully, they did not need his description to come to that conclusion. Some realms worked in the ways of stories, and while this one was filled with horrors, it seemed like they were being drawn to some sort of an inevitable conclusion. They had been guided here, brought here for some reason, some purpose. Stephen's death was only the beginning.

They kept this opinion to themselves though, not wanting to frighten the children.

She chuckled though, at Prudence's advice to come up with more useful magics. "You would not like my more useful spells, child," they chided gently. "What I truly weave is an affront to the gods - a heresy so grand that I have been cast out from my place in the heavens." She paused again, and smiled. "I will show you."

The battle had been awfully boring, after all. Perhaps it was time to stretch those muscles again and dabble with the dark forces.

Unfortunately, they had never heard of Witchfire before - and if they had, the name had long since been lost to time. "I am afraid not. I suspect a demon and the killer of poor Stephen. But the way ahead is unclear and I am blinded in more ways than one."

Time compressed and stretched. The small group would be at the foot of the mountain on which the castle stood in almost no time at all. All they had to do was climb.
In 🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded) → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Megan Pendragon
Location: Rapunzel's Tower
Skills: N/A
Megan's dark, barely beating heart kicked into a flurry. Her and Gabriella, at the front of an army of the dead, surging the gates? It was the most romantic scene she could picture. Or well, almost the most romantic one. The only thing that could improve it would be if one of them were a vampire, fangs biting into the flesh of the other. Perhaps another time. Moonlight would be nice too. Perhaps some better clothing... Megan made mental note of these ideas. She'd propose them to Gabriella later.

However, her attention was then caught by her father's announcement that the rest of his knights would be meeting at the gates of the castle. Something clicked inside of her in that moment. She wanted that for herself. She wanted to be a knight. The black knight, even - the morose energy of it felt appealing to Megan. She had excalibur. She wasn't interested in being a princess - that all sounded rather dreadfully boring and dull.

She already had her armor and weapon - the armor was part of the magic ring she had acquired, with her family's seal. She was ready at any moment. She raised an eyebrow, a bit curious at Rosalia's outburst. She'd almost forgotten about that entire business. Well, who had caused it, at any rate. "If you're going to fight to the death, I'd like to watch," Megan said dryly to those three.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Asteroid M
Skills: Telepathy
~Fit Check~
Guin was feeling a bit dizzy and lightheaded. She somewhat passively noted that was probably because of the blood loss. Her own hand wasn't an amazing stopgap to keep the head wound from gushing. Mary's voice intruded into her mind again, and Guin felt irritated for a second. She had told Mary she was busy. And Mary was a telepath now, thanks to the Phoenix Force - she could just figure out what was going on with Guin by reading her mind. It'd be rude as hell, but she could do it. Still busy. Almost died. Magneto's here. That was the extent of the message she thought back to Mary.

Of course, Pietro was also swimming around in her head, and Lance was telling her that she thought Magneto was genuinely confused. Jaclyn helpfully gave an answer, but Guin didn't buy it. There was no way that Magneto didn't know what was going on. If he didn't, then he was a more pathetic excuse for a supervillain than she'd previously thought. "Right, like you of all people don't fucking know!" Guin snapped.

Maybe he's been going to therapy - or it's a trap, so he can get you to go back to his side, Guin suggested to Pietro. She was already sitting down on the floor, but she felt like she needed to sit down still. Maybe lie down even. The floor looked nice and cool. It'd probably feel nice. "It's your shitty operation, it's like - it's like saying that Jen Shah was innocent, when everyone knew her ass was guilty!!"
Neil Spellman
Location: the Asteroid
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
They ran into others they recognized - well, others that other people recognized. Carolina had already vanished from view by the time Neil got there, instead seeing a woman who reminded him a lot of Winona Ryder and a man who looked like just about every other white man on the planet. He wished Max had been there - he really felt they needed the advice of an old, sage wizard. But he wasn't anywhere in sight.

Instead, not-Winona Ryder mentioned that the others had gone off to find the source of the explosion. His lungs were burning slightly from just running. Despite being a member of the X-Men, Neil wasn't the most fit when it came to exercise or whatnot. In fact, he was almost certain that he had untreated asthma. He felt like he'd been trapped in an episode of Doctor Who. There really was an awful amount of running...
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Las Vegas
Skills: N/A
Nancy was fidgeting, waiting for her brother to finish his food. She both wanted to go and dreaded the thought of it. The emotional whiplash was enough to leave her reeling - which was probably a huge part of why she'd lost all her appetite the minute they made it to Vegas. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly as Joanie stole Zeke's food, and she gave her baby a brief pet. Even in the worst of moods, she always felt a little better petting Joanie. She hadn't had the little dragon very long, but it was hard to imagine life without her emotional support monster.

Her heart clenched. Hopefully the Lotus Hotel wouldn't effect Joanie. She stared at her dragon, wondering for a moment if she should really be bringing Joanie with her - if it was really safe.

But then Nancy shook her head. The Lotus Hotel wasn't going to do that to animals. Joanie was going to be fine. And Nancy wouldn't let it happen to her. She'd protect her tiny purple dragon to the very end. "Come on, we should get going - your boyfriend'll be happy to see you," Nancy urged, pacing the hotel room now, back and forth, back and forth.
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