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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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Congratulations to the cast of the Gifted, we just finished our RP after almost four years! Excelsior!
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It's official - accepted an offer and I am going to grad school next year! :) #DrMorose
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Congratulations to the Gifted for hitting 500 IC posts and to Darke Magyk for completing the RP! Excelsior!
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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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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Lotus Hotel and Casino
Skills: N/A

Nancy was rocking back and forth, hugging her knees to her chest as she sobbed in the closet. No one had come after her, that she knew of. That was fine. Preferable, even. She had fallen to pieces, weak and vulnerable. She breathed in the scents of the cleaning products and once she could cry no more, she stared into the wood grain of the door. How had she thought she could do this - what had possessed her to leave behind the Legion, to travel to the place of her waking nightmares? They needed her, the Legion. These people didn't need her. She couldn't protect them. She was useless, worse than useless really.

Dimly, she was aware of Joanie's familiar weight on her shoulders. She turned her head, reaching out and touching Joanie with a shaking head. And when she turned her head away again, facing the door once more, she noticed something that hadn't been there moments before. Instinctively, she knew that it was from Apollo - from her father. It was a pair of headphones and an old cassette player, complete with a mixtape. She picked it up carefully, studying it and barely comprehending the words, as the letters danced around, but she picked out a few of her favorite songs.

She hugged it to her chest and she wept.


Megan Pendragon

Location: Maleficent's Gates
Skills: N/A

Fighting a dragon was easier said than done. It roared, dousing her in flames. She instinctively turned her head back, shielding her eyes, and even then burns appeared on her body. It was a delicious, searing pain. Somehow, she didn't die entirely. Her armor must have been enchanted. When she turned her eyes back to the beast, her father had engaged it, swinging at one of its legs with his sword. It was wounded, but now down.

Megan prepared herself to try again, perhaps targeting a weaker point on it, when the next thing she knew the dragon had swallowed her whole. Her reflexes were fast though, helped by the fact that she had excalibur drawn and ready. As she started to slide down its throat, she stabbed her sword and let it tear through the dragon's throat, both killing it and creating her exit strategy. She crawled out through the mouth, the dragon's blood staining her armor, as she emerged relatively unscathed.




Runa the Grey

Location: Limbo
Skills: N/A
Spells: N/A


Runa did not answer Klara's question about her age. Some things were better figured out by oneself. It would be good for Klara's development to not just have everything given to her. However, they would answer the question about the staff. It was a trivial matter, and they were somewhat surprised no one had asked yet about it, but there were more pressing things on everyone's mind. "Mmm, thank you. It is made from the bones of my husband," Runa said. She gave the bones an affectionate squeeze. Even now, she could feel the prickles of his innate power in them. The faintest specter of his spirit remained, long after Runa had killed him.

They held their head still, as the others immediately were distrustful of the Lady Witchfire and her offer. Runa could not blame them. In their experience, everything had a price - there would always be a cost. However, they disagreed with their execution. Placing the Lady Witchfire immediately on the defensive was showing their hand. Over the eons, they had found that it was better to wait and to be still, rather than prompting a foe into escalation.

But the play was being made now - and so, Runa would play the next card.

"It is a kind offer, my Lady," Runa said, their old withered voice cutting through the conversation. "As my companions have alluded to, we do have business here in Limbo. Stephen Strange was murdered - in this realm, it would appear," Runa explained. "As you are the Queen of Limbo, surely you must be able to find out who is responsible and see that this is made right?" There was the matter of Witchfire's resurrection to settle as well, but Runa figured they could begin here.

The Lady Witchfire exchanged a look with Sym, before nodding. The purple demon stepped back and moved around the table, headed for the entrance they had all come through. Witchfire then rose from her chair, looking at the assembled group thoughtfully. "I see that there is significant distrust here," Witchfire began. "Perhaps that is my fault, for thinking that we could come to an understanding... But that was never going to happen."

Witchfire paused. "Was it, Jackass?" she asked.

Within the span of a few seconds, several things happened, in no particular order:

1. More demons entered the room, surrounding the table. There was a demon for every sorcerer.
2. Sym grabbed Edus' neck and twisted it with a snap, killing him instantly.
3. Witchfire's form flickered, and suddenly, she was not the older blonde woman. Instead, she was Ananym.

"We could've had so much fun together. Sucks that you have to die now," Ananym complained, still speaking with the voice of October Crypt. She then grabbed Carolina's shoulder and a bright light flashed - and the two of them were gone.




@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
7:00 PM - Sun. October 31st, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

It was the day of the school's Halloween dance - the Monster Mash. The cafeteria had been converted into a spooky wonderland, with a series of side rooms serving as the location for a Haunted House, graciously run by Lady Nimue. There were dancing and food and drinks (all non-alcoholic of course) and a DJ creating an intricate vibe. Halloween music, new and old, filled the cafeteria. Towards the end of the night, the costume contest would determine which two students would be crowned the Saviors of Avengers Academy, the school's version of Homecoming Royalty.

But more importantly, Headmaster Coulson would be announcing what four teams had qualified for the Contest of Champions. Everyone already knew that the Young Avengers were a shoe in - but the other three teams who had competed last year had all graduated. No one really knew who else would be tapped to compete in the Contest of Champions - and almost everyone at the school wanted it to be them. They were at a school to teach them to be heroes. Competing in the Contest was the easiest way to get recruited for a real superhero team, like the Avengers or the Fantastic Four. It was their ticket to fame and success.



April Flynn

Location: Stark Hall - Floor Six
Skills: N/A
Costume: Perfuma from She-Ra


The dance was at seven o'clock, so naturally, April had started getting ready for it hours in advance. She was part of a group costume with her friends and her girlfriends, as they were going as She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. She'd re-watched most of She-Ra in anticipation, particularly as she kept going back and forth on which princess she'd want to be. Sabine was going as She-Ra for obvious reasons. Leah was Scorpia. Gods, both of her girlfriends were so hot. April had waffled back and forth for a while - at one point she had been thinking Catra, as the Adora/Catra/Scorpia polycule was really interesting and endearing to her, but she wasn't sure she could pull off Catra. Mermista was an obvious choice, in terms of powers, but she found herself gravitating more and more towards Perfuma.

Besides, Perfuma didn't need a wig. She didn't super love wearing wigs, as they were scratchy and always getting out of place, and if they weren't high quality they tended to look terrible. So, Perfuma it was. Her sister had been gracious enough to make the costume for her. As much as Zelda was annoying and emo all the time, she was very talented when it came to costume construction. The costume was amazing. She had on a long pink dress and a light green cape/shawl. Flower petals had been clipped into her hair, along with Perfuma's crown. She had wrapped bands of pink on her wrists and ankles, and pink sandals.

All in all, April really felt like royalty. She beamed, checking herself out in the mirror in Danni and Dorian's room, where the group had gotten together to get ready. She did a little bit of a twirl, admiring the way the fabric moved. Her makeup was nearly flawless as well, pink shimmers that brought out the dominant color of her outfit in a way that would do Elle Woods proud. "Is everyone ready? We're going to be late and then we're going to miss out on all the cool stuff and the good gossip and what if we miss the announcement for the Contest? What if we get picked to go and we don't even know about it? What if we miss the costume contest, when we are all completely SLAYING right now???"

Of course, only two people could win the costume contest, but it had to be people from their group, right? No one else could look so fly! Zelda was a threat, but she tended to be pretty shy, so April was privately hoping her sister wouldn't enter.

Percy Novikov

Location: Stark Hall - Floor Six
Skills: N/A
Costume: the Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who


His boyfriend had offered to include him on his group's She-Ra cosplay, but Percy had almost negative interest in that. He knew that it was important to Dorian, so he had held his tongue, but he did not derive the same sort of joy from children's cartoons, even if they were queer. He didn't particularly want to attend the Monster Mash either, but Dorian had been so excited to go, and Percy hadn't wanted to break his heart. So, after creating a list of suitable costumes and narrowing them down by his ability to acquire the items, Percy had settled on the Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who.

He was dressed in a smart blue suit and red tie, with a brand new pair of red converse shoes - shoes that Percy ordinarily would not be caught dead wearing. In his pocket, he had a prop sonic screwdriver that Zelda had been kind enough to make for him. She probably would've made his entire costume if he had let her, but he had had some fun going and ordering the suit. He could wear it in other contexts as well, which was nice. And he had a feeling Dorian was going to be more than appreciative of the tie.

He was done and ready to go. His roommate was out of town that day, off training with the Beast. Percy was seeing less and less of him. Usagi had been irritated lately in their Combat 101 course, as her assistant was hardly ever there. Kate Bishop was filling in more and more for Teddy.

He grabbed the bouquet of flowers from his desk - red roses, a classic - and strode out of the room, locking the door behind him. He did not have to go far to reach the door to Dorian's room, and Percy knocked three times, before rocking back on his heels and waiting.


Neil Spellman

Location: the Asteroid
Skills: Necromancy
~Fit Check~

Neil didn't mind that Annie had grabbed onto them, or that her hand lingered on their chest. If they helped her to feel safe, they were glad. This situation was incredibly stressful, even by X-Men standards. The fragility of the space station was as great a threat as Magneto and Exodus were, if not more. They were still staring in shock at the spot where Max had been, and as they reached out with their necromantic senses, they couldn't feel the energy of a death. He was alive. Maybe. Neil had been wrong before - they had thought Lance had been dead earlier and he turned out to be fine.

"I'm okay," Neil said softly to Annie. Everyone else seemed to be more or less... indifferent? to whether Max had lived or died. Granted they all didn't really know Max, but still, Max was a living breathing person. They were X-Men, they were supposed to care about saving lives. The indifference was unsettling to them. The others were just moving along down the hallway, eventually running into a brunette that Neil didn't recognize.

The wind picked up, becoming more and more violent, and Neil squinted, holding out a hand to protect their eyes. The chaos and the trials seemed to be never ending in this place. Neil was less and less convinced that this station was fit to sustain life for very long at all. Before they could figure out the source of the wind though, a portal opened up in front of them and the ancient, wise wizard collapsed into their arms. They managed to catch him despite their surprise, as Neil studied Max's face. Relief filled his body. The mage was alive. But even his magnificent powers were no match for the tempest they were facing.

Neil couldn't take their eyes off of Max. They noticed in that moment how beautiful he was. "Are you okay?" they murmured.

Guin Stark

Location: Asteroid M
Skills: Telepathy
~Fit Check~

Guin shook her head at Pietro's suggestion that they might get lucky and Max would just die. She didn't wish death on him - even if she had just told Pietro she did. It was a frustration response, her anger poking out. If anything, she'd rather scream at Max for being so reckless and stupid, and then convince Mary to kick him off the team. He'd barely been a member anyways. Maybe they could just make a clean break and fire all of the new people at once. They didn't need them - they were dead weight at best. And at worst, they were Max.

They pressed onwards, shortly running into Miranda - Pietro's adoptive / step-mom from the reality Wanda had created. Guin wasn't in the mood to watch Magneto have an awkward encounter with his ex, they had more important things going on - namely, Mary just so happened to contact her telepathically, whispering into her head.

Guin's eyes widened as Mary explained everything that was happening - that the strange failures and whatnot happening were somewhat due to the actions of this asshole Cortez, who was hyping everyone's powers up out of control. "It's someone named Cortez, he's amping up people's powers till they lose control," she explained. Right on queue, a huge gale broke out and Guin instantly assumed that it was also connected to this Cortez person. Max popped back up, thankfully not dead, and Guin was going to yell at him later - but they had a situation to deal with now.

Got it, can you shut him down? Guin asked Mary telepathically.

"I can go with you two, too," Guin offered. She somewhat partially assumed Pietro would want her to be one of the two anyways.




Runa the Grey

Location: Limbo
Skills: Intuition
Spells: N/A


"I wish I could say the same," Runa joked lightly to Carolina. After all, her sight was long since gone. Dear Klara was kind enough to guide them into Witchfire's domain. Her gnarled old hands grasped the back of the chair, and they maneuvered it, before sitting their weary old bones down. They didn't let go of their staff, however. It was all that remained of the thing most precious to them in every universe. She didn't dare part with it, even for a moment.

They made no move to partake in the food or drink, not out of a fear of a curse or poison, but for another reason entirely. They could not see what was there in front of them. Of course, she could smell it, but that scent was not enough to determine what exactly was there or its location. And she did not feel like grasping about in the dark. No, she would do well to just sit and listen. Most liars tended to spill their secrets themselves, one way or another. And they knew they were in the company of the finest assortment of liars the multiverse had ever seen.

Carolina was seated at the spot on the table directly in front of the Lady Witchfire's throne, allowing her the closest proximity, but even then there was a distance. Witchfire took the letter from her with interest, her eyes sweeping over its contents once, twice, thrice. Her eyebrows furrowed, before she lowered the letter and returned it to Carolina. Others then chimed in, confirming the tale.

"I see," the Lady Witchfire said. "I must apologize for attacking you - a small army of Sorcerers Supreme... You must imagine my concern, as Limbo's new Queen," she explained. She took a sip from the goblet to her side, her lips stained red from its sizzling liquid. "I will help you return to your realm. Limbo's ways are twisted and snared, as the veil grows thin. But together, I think our magics will be sufficient to breach it and send you home, where you can continue the late sorcerer's work."

Runa frowned ever so slightly. It all felt a little too... convenient. A little too tidy. It was awfully kind of Limbo's proclaimed queen to offer to help send them all home, to pierce through the veil fully to return to their realms. But from what Runa had experienced of Limbo, they doubted someone became its ruler by being nice. And then for this woman to turn out to be Carolina's long lost love? It was too much like a fairytale.

"Carolina, dear, forgive me - my memory is not what it once was. What was it that happened between you two?" Runa asked innocently.


Megan Pendragon

Location: Maleficent's Gates
Skills: N/A

The next thing Megan knew, one of Maleficent's dragons landed in front of her. The beast swiped, hitting Gabriella and sending her flying backwards. Megan's nostrils flared. She enjoyed a good scar, a fun injury, a nice bit of pain - and certainly the threat to their lives was making her blood pump - but as much as she was a sadist, she wasn't going to stand for this. The dragon tried to do the same to her, only for it to barely miss her. She hoped that her armor would at least protect her partially. The dragon was still in range, so Megan gritted her teeth and swung her sword, aiming for the beast's neck.

But it moved erratically, causing her blow to be a miss. But Megan did not let that deter her, attacking again - this time, she connected, but excalibur practically bounced off of its thick outer hide. Megan narrowed her eyes, quickly sweeping over the dragon, before she noticed one point that seemed weaker than the rest - its underbelly. If she could strike there, she could probably slay the beast.


☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Lotus Hotel and Casino
Skills: N/A

Nancy shook her head slightly at Kristin's offer of nectar. It wasn't that she didn't trust Kristin, more of that she didn't trust their location. It wasn't rational, but she didn't care. She wasn't here to be rational. She was here to find the stupid Door and complete the quest, and if the Fates allowed, burn the Lotus Hotel and Casino down to the ground. Besides, the hoarseness of her throat matched the way she felt in general. She felt like she was only halfway there, the other half of her burning in some sort of hell dimension.

She was standing up from where she had been on the floor when another waiter came on over, offering the group drinks. Nancy felt like she was going to vomit. She didn't even like Cassian. He was perfect for this place, the child of a mad party god, stuck inside a place that could never be anything more than a mad party. Nancy felt like a ghost, haunting the place, unable to scream and unable to do anything but scream. Zeke destroyed the rest of the glasses though, and Nancy closed her eyes.

Her entire body was trembling and shaking. And it wasn't from the pain of the strangulation. She opened her eyes again, unable to keep her chin from wobbling. She couldn't think straight, she couldn't think clearly, she wasn't able to process that it would be best to keep together. All she could think in that moment was hide. The layout hadn't changed. Without a word, Nancy ran to the nearest place that seemed safe - the janitor's closet by the front desk. She threw the door open and shut it behind her, hyperventilating as tears rushed from her eyes as she collapsed to the ground.

"No no no no no...."





@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

Jyoti struggled, trying to dislodge the rope that was tied around her foot. She was so close to victory, so close to retrieving the hostage. All she had to do was figure out how to disarm whatever nonsense Arcade had done. It took her a moment, wasting precious time, but she managed to get the grappling hook dislodged - her own shoe coming off as well in the process.

"Don't get any closer!" Arcade suddenly warned, as Jyoti touched down in front of him. "Or the hostage goes boom," he threatened.

Jyoti hesitated. Were they allowed to do that...?

Meanwhile, Rada's left arm felt heavily bruised and sore from where Zari had whacked it with the flat of her blade. She had shifted back into her metal form, but she was beginning to tire. They had been at this so long. She hadn't answered Leah's question about what metal she was made out of, as she didn't trust Leah. She didn't want to give her enemies any more information than they needed. She glanced over at Vicky though, seeing that the armored suit wearing girl was somewhat stunned. She waved her arm rapidly, locking onto Vicky with her powers and sending Vicky flying across the room again, this time aiming to hit both Zari and Leah if she could. But she went wide, her shot missing, as Vicky instead collided with the wall behind the judges' table.

Vicky's alarm would trigger though, as her suit's energy levels began to slowly deplete - Abby had finally gotten a lock on.

Leah would manage to make an earthen cage around Rada.

April Flynn

Location: Gym - Training Room C
Skills: Hydrokinesis


April heard Mads' cry, and she instinctively swiveled in the water, to try to get a good look at what was happening. But before she could see what was going on, she happened to glance at the fight between Megan and Gideon. And her blood began to boil. The pain from her broken nose was an afterthought. Enya, the Selkie who had been fighting her for most of the time, was an afterthought. She was consumed by a sudden and intense need to beat the living shit out of Ser Megan Pendragon. There was nothing she wanted more in the world.

She managed to scramble up the ladder and out of the pool, without Enya following her. She then reached behind her, imagining that she was pulling and dragging the water, as she tried to get all of it to come out so she could drown Megan where she stood. But her hands were trembling and shaking, and the water fell back into the pool just as soon as it had risen. She tried again but it was the same effect to no avail. "Duck it, I can do dis widout any wader," April said, before running to tackle Megan to the ground.

Gideon was equally just as obsessed with Megan, and she hissed at April. "She's mine to fight!"

Meanwhile, Theda had a strong grip on Mary Sue, keeping her more or less under control. Andy had run over to join them, attempting to attack Michaela, the real tank of their team. If Theda hadn't still been gagged by Mary Sue's construct, it would have all been over with. Instead, it was two against three - or two against two really, given that Mary Sue was temporarily subdued.

She squeezed tighter and Mads' shield spell dropped, only for Michaela to then be punched in the jar by Mads a moment later. It connected, unlike Andy's attack. Michaela cursed, unused to having things slip on through her defenses. Her eyes blazed with fury, and she screamed, wind suddenly kicking up all around her as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and Michaela gave herself over to her strange eldritch power....

"You shouldn't have done that," Michaela said, a thousand voices speaking in unison.



Percy Novikov

Location: Gym - Training Room A
Skills: N/A


Percy raised an eyebrow, looking at the chaos happening in front of him - and how thoroughly it seemed to favor their own team. Salah had walked to the opposite end of the room and had clearly given up. Arsène was trapped in some sort of internal debate or something, looking at Dorian and back at his team, over and over again. Xènia was unconscious. Paul had just gotten punched hard in the stomach by Zelda's deceased golem. And something weird was going on with Emily.

In short, Percy was feeling pretty confident that they had won. He just didn't know if they had done well enough to qualify for the Contest. From what he understood, it didn't actually matter if your team won or lost in this match. If the judges didn't like you for some reason, then you were out. He didn't particularly care about the Contest, but it was important to Dorian - and even more so, Percy hated to lose.

Paul tried to pick himself up from the floor, but he collapsed to the ground instead. "Is he dead?" Percy asked, tilting his head. Paul didn't seem to be moving anymore.

"What... What are my powers?" Emily was whispering to herself, as she looked around in terror.

Sabine must have done something then. Percy was almost disappointed, as it seemed like just about everyone had been handled. The last one standing really was Arsène and he...

"I know I'm not going to win this - we're not going to win this - but I'm proud of you, man," Arsène said to Dorian. He then held his hands up in a sign of surrender. "You're going to go kick ass for us at the Contest, right? Promise, bestie?"

Percy's shoulders slumped slightly. It was over then. His adrenaline was dying down and he then straightened up his posture, putting on a look of disinterest. They had won, after all. The last effective person was no longer putting up a fight.




Neil Spellman

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

"Wait, Max, I--" Neil began to say, only to be cut off by Max grabbing their hand. It felt like a steady tug, a redirection of energy flowing from Neil's body into Max's. They felt the pace of their heart change, until suddenly it was beating at a new tempo. Their mind felt dazed, like their ears had been filled with cotton and they were then spun around and asked to try to sing a song they had never heard before. They had been trying to explain to Max just moments ago that they didn't have any magic, that they didn't inherit their family's gifts, that their necromancy - which was strictly speaking more of just reanimation - and their telekinesis was just a mutant power.

But it was too late.

The next thing Neil comprehended, they were staring directly at a planet - and it wasn't Earth. They could feel the gravitational pull threatening to pull them on through the portal, and if they had been able to scream, to shout, to protest they would have done something - but they were locked into whatever bond Max had formed. They assumed that it must have been a deep, ancient magic - one practiced by only the most experienced and talented of mages.

And then, just as quickly as this all had started, Max let himself fall through the portal - he released Neil and OfAll from the spell - and the portal slammed shut.

Neil stared at the space where Max had been, dumbfounded.



Guin Stark

Location: Asteroid M
Skills: Telepathy
~Fit Check~

Guin's left eye twitched, as she stared in shock at what had just happened. She thought she had understood the extent of everything she didn't like about Max. But now, it was becoming more and more clear that he was a complete disaster. In an effort to save time (which really, she had to wonder how much time that would be), Max had almost killed them all. They had felt the pull of the vacuum of space, as it threatened to kill them all by tossing them straight into Venus. She didn't trust the space suits that Max had made to really hold up.

If he's not dead, I'm going to kill him myself. "What the fucking hell!" Guin snapped. Was walking really that bad? Was this really going to save them so much time? Did EVERYONE have to use their out of control powers inside of a space station, just flirting with the possibility of killing them and everyone else on this space station? Her irritation with OfAll flared up anew as well, as she had been a big part of this entire mess beginning thanks to her manifestation of Max's powers.

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