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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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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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Guin Stark

Location: Asteroid M
Skills: S.H.I.E.L.D. protocols and Information, Battle Strategy, Chemical and Biomolecular Engineering
~Fit Check~

Edus wasn't the only one craving a cigarette. Guin desperately wanted one after listening to Bobby talk. A veritable tsunami came gushing from Bobby's mouth, bouncing from one point to the next. He was dismissive, he was rude, he was arrogant. And Guin just didn't have the patience for it. Maybe on another day, she would have. But not today. Too much was happening and she didn't have the time to combat him point by point, to reiterate that the best way to deal with someone like Cortez was to shut them down quickly with multiple simultaneous strikes. That had been the protocol at SHIELD for dealing with similar individuals, and it was the only one that made sense. Any argument otherwise, suggesting an individual, was simply ridiculous.

Her last nerve was shot when he mentioned CHCl3. "Are you fucking serious?" Guin asked, her eyes wide. "Do you have any idea how much CHCl3 you'd have to put into the life support system to knock someone out, especially in a station of this size? And it doesn't instantly vaporize either, it takes hours to just take care of a 4L drum! You'd need to find a way to vaporize quickly TONS - like thousands of liters - in order to make enough in that space to knock them out. It doesn't work like in the movies. When someone spills CHCl3 you get a headache, and if you're real fucking unlucky, cancer in a few decades."

She pinched her nose, wishing desperately again for a cigarette.

"The coordinated, simultaneous attack is our best bet. There won't be a plan that removes risk. And the more time we spend here talking about it, the worse our chances become. Max is right - Annie can create illusions to cover us, while the rest of us attack all at once. It'll be quick and efficient. And Bobby? Your vibes are fucking rancid, man. Try not be such an asshole if you want to be part of this."

Neil Spellman

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

Neil hesitated for a moment, as Max asked them what was going on - that they didn't have to share with everyone else, that they could share with just him. Ordinarily, they wouldn't have shared this sort of information with someone they had just met. But Max was old and wise - an ancient being, someone so far removed from being human as to be eldritch. It was like confessing something about themself to a myth - it wasn't as scary as confessing it to someone else, like Annie or Carolina... Not that they were afraid to share with them, or with Mira even or Bethany. It just seemed easier.

"I'm a they," Neil said simply.

And then they continued on with the others, making it to where the rest of their group was assembled. Arguments were happening, as per usual, but thankfully Edus was able to heal Jaclyn so she'd be in better shape. Neil didn't know what would happen if Cortez amplified their powers, but they agreed with the plan Max came up with. A singular foe would go down quicker if the entire party contributed, after all - that was basic D&D 101.




@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
7:30 PM - Sun. October 31st, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute


@Natsu: Darius nodded, considering her argument. "Are you learning right now?" he asked her simply. It was one thing to be dedicated to one's studies and purpose - it was another to forsaken everything else entirely because of it. He came from a land of stories, and no heroes were made in complete isolation - no heroes were untouched by trial and hardship. "I'd wager that things are best in moderation. If you let yourself enjoy simple pleasures, you'll be closer to that best self, youngling."

An elderly man - one of the judges from the auditions, Ser Nemo - approached. He was dressed like the Knives Out detective, and he snuck an arm around Darius' waist. "Are you bothering this poor girl, dear?" Ser Nemo asked, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Not at all, love," Darius insisted.

@Nallore@Forsythe@BlueSky44: "Of course!" Cassie gushed. "The more the merrier," she said, before trying to catch Vicky's eye. She hadn't seen her sister very much over the past few weeks - she'd been so slammed with training, and if she was to be honest with herself, she had felt something shift between them. There was a gulf that hadn't been there before, a distance growing. Did Vicky need her anymore? Cassie didn't know.

"You're not intruding at all, c'mon," America insisted, heading into the cafeteria after Zelda, as they had finally made it to the front of the line.

Inside, the place had been transformed into a spooky wonderland - there was music, drinks, dancing, and even a little haunted house/maze experience off to the side. Kate slung her arm around America's shoulder. "What's your name?" she then asked Zelda.

"It's kinda funny you mention Usagi, actually - I had thought she wasn't going to come back this year," Cassie mentioned to Diana.

@BlueSky44@Kirah: The two of you will make it to the dance entrance, and the line has thankfully thinned out by now. Just about everyone is inside, with only ten or so people waiting to be let in. The chaperones at the door are mostly just making sure everyone is actually a student, and no rogue supervillains are showing up to crash the dance. Or possessed dolls.

April Flynn

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


"Oh, it's just a name we came up with, there's no real big story behind it," April admitted, blushing slightly. It was one thing to explain Star Whores to a friend - but it felt different, explaining that to a girlfriend. Especially since she hadn't been intimate with either Sabine or Leah yet. It wasn't that she didn't want to, it was more of... she didn't feel ready for it. Maybe she was a little old fashioned. Or maybe she was just scared. But she wanted to take things somewhat slow. They had jumped into this new thing and April was having so much fun, but adding more to it - it was scary. What if it ruined it - what if the magic faded? And what if April didn't like it?

They got through all of the pictures - click, click, click - with Danni working his magic when it came to lighting and poses. April flashed him a thousand hearts or so with her hands throughout the process, incredibly grateful for his insights. Without him, the pictures might've been bad - and if anything would've been a terrible omen for their night, that would be it. Even Dorian's stiff boyfriend didn't look half bad with Danni's posing, and April grinned.

"These photos are killer!!" she squealed. Not that she was done, of course. They had to take photos at the dance itself too. And after the dance. Click click click.

She glanced at her phone, her eyes widening at the time. They were half an hour late! "Sabine's right, we gotta go!!! It's already 7:30!!!" she agreed, ready to drag everyone there. They needed time to do all of the activities and look fashionably cool for the announcements, where hopefully they'd all have qualified for the Contest of Champions - or at least one of their teams had. April secretly hoped that it would be her own team, but if asked she'd claim she wanted it for anyone, but she wanted it so so so bad. And she couldn't bear the idea of her friends going without her, to live that dream without her - not that she wanted to live it without them!

Percy Novikov

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


Percy's arms were trembling by the time they were done with the photo session, and he had almost dropped Dorian - and probably would have, had Dorian not slipped and phased, ended up on the ground. He felt like he was made out of noodles, but he offered Dorian a hand to get up anyways, as he was a gentleman. "Thank you for not setting us on fire," Percy then said, mostly sincerely, to Danni. Danni had done a nice job with the photo session, and Percy was impressed that Danni's control over the flames seemed to have improved.

That or he had gotten lucky.

At any rate though, it seemed they had gotten all of the extra photos that they required. Percy noted that Mads hadn't been put in any of the additional sessions, and he made a private note to check in on her later. That had to sting somewhat. Or perhaps she was fine - he didn't know her well enough to make the call. Once Dorian was back up on his feet, Percy gave him a polite peck on the cheek. "May I escort you?" he then asked, offering Dorian his arm.



@Nallore: Ananym looks at you with almost a hurt expression. "'Course it's me," Ananym insisted. "Can't you tell?" she asked, before reaching out and taking your hand. Suddenly, your mind is plagued with visions once more - of when you first met, of the day you lost her, and then her body, consumed by flames, a clawed hand reaching for her. Maybe you know what it all means. But does it even matter?

"You can't go back to them," Ananym adds. "'Cause they kinda need to die for this entire plan to work. You're gonna love what we do with Earth. It'll be like we always talked about - going to war for the forces of darkness. And we can rule it all, together." She looks at you like you're the princess of a fairytale - like you're the only other person in the world who is real.

It's a child's love, platonic and pure.

Maybe it's the only pure thing about her.

@Nallore: You chase Sym out into the hallway, out for his blood. I don't blame you. I had almost killed him myself years ago, but I thought he would be useful as a pet. I was wrong about that too. He's a coward. One of Limbo's stepping discs, a random series of portals that wax and wane, appears in the hallway. He jumps on through.

Do you follow him into the unknown, Madalyne?

How powerful is your rage - your grief? How blinding?

Runa the Grey

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


Runa felt the life force fade away of the demon that had attacked them, as Jack used his scythe and decapitated them. "Oh, I can heal him, lad, but he won't like it," Runa warned. Their healing came with a price. It was growth through change, renewal through death. The more extensive the injury, the more of the person that was lost. She healed the way a forest did - through fire, burning away what no longer served and creating something new from the ashes.

But they began the ritual anyways. They took in flames through their breath, and prepared to breathe them back out, to heal what no longer served Max... and the spell died, fading away. There was no wound for them to heal. He was not dead. He was already changed. His energy felt much the same, but twisted and golden.

Annika was similarly transformed, turning into a ten foot tall bear, and managing to slaughter the remaining demons. The room then fell into silence, chaos and disaster and blood and gore all over it. That being said, it was the throne room of Limbo - this was appropriate decor. Runa could not see it, but Klara still had a sword inside of her, the blood slowly oozing and pain eluding her.

"Oh, poor Edus..." Runa murmured. "It never gets easier to witness your death, even if it were not at my hand."


Guin Stark

Location: Asteroid M
Skills: Telepathy, Telepathic Attacks
~Fit Check~

Guin was glad to see that everyone was in one piece, more or less. Mary explained where she thought Cortez had gone off to, and Guin was about to do a quick psychic sweep to confirm his location (and ideally take him out remotely, if at all possible) when the stranger with Mary and the rest opened his mouth - and began with pointing at her husband and calling him by the name of his abuser. He then pointed at Guin and Bethany, before explaining that he didn't know them, and then introduced himself like they were at the board meeting of some investment firm. Why the full name? Why the class year at Xavier's? It reeked to her of desperation and had it been a better day, maybe Guin would've been more mature.

But Bob had insulted her husband. And she had been having a bad day. A very bad day.

So without even thinking about it, Guin breeched Bob's defenses. It wasn't hard. She made a simple edit to his mind, not bothering to look through his memories or anything like that. No, she installed a simple trigger, with a simple punishment - every time Bob'd say Magneto, he'd be compelled to do ten jumping jacks. He seemed old - his knees were probably shit, anyways. "You can go fuck yourself, just an FYI, Bob," Guin said, before turning her attention to the other's questions. "The others aren't too far behind us. But I think we should sort this mess out anyways. I'm in the mood to take out some anger on someone else and Cortez sounds like a fucking exceptional candidate."

The new asshole taken care of, Guin then returned to the task she had at mind - scouting ahead telepathically. Mary was correct - Cortez was indeed down that hallway, not too far from where they were now. "Alright, once we've all caught up, let's go nail his ass. I think the easiest strategy is if we all hit him at once, y'know, gang shit. If we all use our powers at the same time, he probably can't fuck with all of us, and he'll go down easy."

Neil Spellman

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

Neil gave Carolina a grateful smile, as she patted them on the shoulder, telling them that they had done a good job. From others, it would have felt patronizing - but from Carolina, it was heartfelt. And perhaps they were a bit swept up in the moment, but Neil put their hand on hers, and gave her an affectionate squeeze. They weren't the only ones doing good right now. Before they could say as much, they received more praise, this time coming from Max. Their face burned in embarrassment, but it felt good. A centuries old mage was impressed with them. For now, at least.

The looming shadow of their family still hovered over them - what would Max think?

Would Max try to hunt their family down, to make them pay for their immoral ways?

They were lost in thought for a moment, as Max headed over to Jaclyn and the others, checking in on her and her injuries. Neil didn't want to press forward without the entire group, and they noted that Magneto was having an odd conversation with Miranda, but it wasn't any of their business. "Are you good to move forward?" they asked Jaclyn.




@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
7:20 PM - Sun. October 31st, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute


@Natsu: Darius raised an eyebrow, looking at her skeptically, as if she had just told him that she was currently dating Iron Man. "There's more to life than studies and duty," he offered, somewhat chidingly. He took a sip of his drink. "How old are you - eight, nine? You should be off playing with the other younglings, not... wasting away on the sidelines." He then glanced around, as if expecting someone else to show up at any moment, before returning his gaze to Mary Sue.

@Nallore: Cassie, Kate, and America glanced back, seeing Diana. "Aww, thanks - you look great, Dianne!" Cassie said. She was dressed as Bubbles, her blonde hair back in two small pigtails and blue shimmer sparkled across her face. America was Blossom, a giant pink bow on and matching red sparkles for her makeup. Kate was then Buttercup - she had either cut her hair or was wearing a wig, as her hair was now short and cropped, and she had green sparkles across her nose.

"We've been really needing this, Vis has been training us so hard lately," Kate commiserated. She was holding America's hand. Were they...?

They then made it to the front of the line, entering the cafeteria. "Did you want to hang with us?" America asked Diana.

April Flynn

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


Sabine was a better person than April, dismissing the idea of nuking her hackers. Still, April kept the idea on the back burner - if it happened again, then they'd have to do something about it, otherwise it would be showing that they were weak and vulnerable. They couldn't have that, especially with their future careers as superheroes. No one dared to hack Captain America - the same should apply here!

But it was group photo time - and thankfully, Danny was a pro when it came to arrangements. Sabine was in the middle (naturally, she was She-Ra!) and April was right next to her, with Dorian (as Seahawk!) on the other side of her. For another moment, she wondered if maybe she should have done Mermista instead - but she loved Perfuma's aesthetic and matched her personality (and her hair color). Everyone else mostly made sense with their placement, although April wished (just a lil bit) that there was a version without Percy in it. He kinda ruined the entire She-Ra aesthetic... Maybe they could crop him out... Was that too mean?

"Wait wait wait wait wait!" April insisted, after the group photos had been taken and people were getting ready to go. "I need a photo with my brothers - just us star whores - and then I would looove to get one with my girls. Dori, Percy, do you two want a photo together too - before our makeup and everything gets kinda ruined from the sweat of dancing and stuff?" April asked.

She had gotten photos with just Danni and Dorian every Monster Mash so far - and she wasn't about to stop now. "Plus we can be a lil bit late and it's okay, and the photos are honestly part of the most critical bit of the entire dance experience!" April argued. She wanted to do one of those photos where Leah and her were on either side of Sabine, kissing her on the cheek. And for her boys, she wanted an action-y pose one.

Percy Novikov

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


Percy didn't pick up on the hint Dorian was dropping with the happy to see me line. He was, in fact, happy to see his boyfriend. That was the entire point of dating someone, wasn't it? He had gone to being infuriated with Dorian to infatuated with him - of course he was in a good mood when Dorian was around. "The greatest adventurer ever?" Percy instead teased. He was about to follow it up with another question, when he heard others commenting on the two of them, and his face flushed an even deeper red.

Danni in particular had to ruin the moment, comparing Percy's impression of the Tenth Doctor to Ser Nemo. He gagged. [color=ed1c24]"I'd sooner impale myself on an iron fence than be anything like him,"[//color] he snapped, the fury not directed at Danni but rather at Nemo. He had abandoned the accent. It was somewhat horrifying though, playing it back in his mind, to realize he could see where Danni was coming from. It was bad enough he had the same powerset as Nemo - he didn't need more things in common between the two of them, the old man was the most infuriating person he had ever met (and he was dating Dorian Gray).

That was probably why there was some awkwardness to Dorian, as Dorian dragged him on over for the group photo. He didn't really want to be in it. But he figured he had little chance arguing about it. And he knew that his mothers would likely want to see him and his boyfriend together in a photo. Percy hadn't set them any pictures of him and Dorian yet - he actually hadn't even really mentioned much about Dorian at all to them. He didn't want to make a big deal out of it, since it was new and fragile and fun but scary too.

Danni directed him to cross his arms and look grumpy, and Percy scowled at him in response. He did, however, fish his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket. He might as well use his only prop. The photo session felt like it lasted for years, and he was relieved when it seemed like they were done, only for April to insist that she needed more photos - and then ask him and Dorian if they needed one together.

"If you want one, we can," he said, looking to his boyfriend. He had a feeling the answer would be yes.


☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Lotus Hotel and Casino
Skills: N/A

Bit by bit, piece by piece, Nancy came back to herself.

It started with small acts of rebellion - of breathing in deeply, feeling the rise and the fall of her own chest; of clenching her toes and unclenching them; of twitching each finger in turn. She then slowly uncurled herself, stretching out her limbs and leaning her back up against a bucket filled with cleaning supplies. "I'm okay," Nancy then whispered, finding her voice - still hoarse and sore, but hers and hers alone. "I'm okay," she murmured again, staring at the door. She registered the meowing of a cat and a paw underneath the door - Sunshine.

Nancy rose to her feet, shaking and unstable. With each blink, she could see it again so clearly - the men she had thought were her friends, the dizziness in her head, their hands on her, all over her, gripping and wanting and about to take, take, take - and then the blood, oh, there had been so much blood, as she stood over their bodies. She paused, a hand on the doorknob. Did she want to open the door, to let Sunshine in - to relive more of her trauma, and to watch it happen to others?

"I'm okay," she whispered, before opening the door.


Megan Pendragon

Location: Maleficent's Gates
Skills: N/A

Megan turned her head to the side, catching the voice of one of the irritating boys from earlier. But rather than being obnoxious, it seemed he shared an appreciation for a healthy amount of blood. So instead of giving him a scathing remark, Megan nodded her head in his direction to acknowledge his comment, before she continued onwards. Sierra then came into view, as did Arthur and Gabriella and was it... Briar? Elm? Juniper? Some sort of tree name, she couldn't quite recall. "I'm fine," she said, to reassure her father.

"The blood suits me, I think," she admitted. It was rather striking against her pale skin, and her armor prevented it from soaking her to the bone. She didn't have much appreciation for things that were clean and spotless anyways. There was something vibrant about blood and dirt, something that testified to having really lived. She paused, standing next to Gabriella as her infatuation raised the dead dragons, sending the deceased beasts off to menace the opposing army. Megan's eyes were filled with love and adoration. She had never seen someone so incredible before.





My name is Illyana Rasputina, but these days, I go by Magik. I'm the Sorceress Supreme of Limbo. I should be there now. But I'm not.

Ananym brings you to my library, Carolina. I have read every book on its many shelves at least a thousand times. There is not much to do in Limbo as a child that does not involve pain, so I read. You might be trapped here long enough to read them all too. Ananym looks up at you, adoration in her eyes. "You're in my library," Ananym says.

"Well, it used to my by dad's, until he got, like, exiled an' stuff - and then it was Magik's, buuuut she's not here right now and I kinda took over, so it's mine now. Do you still like art? I can get you paints, whatever you want," Ananym chirps. She avoids answering your other question, as to why you were brought here.

But I think that you know why, Carolina.

You know why it had to be you.

Runa the Grey

Location: Limbo
Skills: N/A
Spells: Elder Futhark Runes, Kosmisk Ild


There was no time for Runa to answer little Klara's questions. They would have to wait until after this battle was won. Already, one of their number had departed. Runa had long since mourned the deaths of everyone they knew and cared for, so the familiar pangs of grief brought with them a sense of exhaustion and stillness. There were only so many tears that could be shed in one life, especially as she had no eyes.

They could feel the rush of flames, as Madalyne summoned fire to burn S'ym in vengeance. They heard the agony of those demons as they cried out, reduced to nothingness by Max's spell. She heard Jack's scream, beckoning for their party to focus on decapitation as a method to kill the demons. In Runa's experience, that tended to work on most creatures.

She could feel the infernal energies of remaining demons though, so Runa rose to her feet, pulling a rune from her bag - algiz. She whispered the rune's name and it glowed. To those with sight, the image of the rune would appear above all of their heads, pulsing with a faint pink glow. It was a protection spell, of course. In some ways, they were honoring Ed already. He had always loved a shield spell, she recalled.

They then went with a more intricate work, the art of Kosmisk Ild. She clasped her hands together and pulled them apart about shoulder width. She could feel the heat of the flames dancing between her fingertips, strangely flowing like taffy. And then, using those demonic energies as targets, Runa snapped her fingers. The flames flew out, connecting with a good portion of Ananym's forces remaining, their heads bursting into flames.

Runa smiled ever so slightly, hearing the demons' screams.

They were not dead yet, of course - just weakened. And none were as weak as S'ym, who had been thoroughly burned by Mads, and now looked at Max. He would never show fear, but he was afraid in that moment. And so, like the cowardly thing he was, S'ym ran - he burst through the doors to the throne room, attempting to flee the palace.

Prudence's enchanted beau was a skilled fighter, doing his best to destroy his demonic kin. He managed to rip an arm or two off of one of them, and then found himself embroiled in combat with another. No real victories were scored, but at the same time, those demons were then fighting amongst themselves and not a threat to the others.

Annika, in her form as the baby bear clinging to the ankle, would be roughly kicked by one of the demons - enough to hurt and bruise, but no serious injuries.

Klara, after her adorable attack, ended up attracting the attention of a particularly vicious demon, with a sword for a hand. He snuck up behind her and ran her through, somehow missing any important organs, but still, ouch. Fortunately for her, her lack of soul meant she would feel no pain.

Prudence would end up getting hit in the head with a brick one of the demons had thrown, before ducking down behind the table to hide itself from her. Where had it found a brick to throw? No one knew. But strangely, while she was bleeding from the impact sight, she wasn't unconscious or anything of the sorts - as if her new form was much more durable than the old one.

Max, as he stared down S'ym to put the fear of god in him, similarly would miss an attack from behind. A demon jumped onto him, and bit his throat, yanking their head back in an attempt to, well, rip his throat out. Max would be bleeding profusely, but alive - for now.

Lastly, Runa - for all of her subtle confidence and assuredness - could not intuit everything. She didn't sense a demon approach her with a whip. She didn't feel the whip pierce the air until it was too late, and it had wrapped itself around their throat, choking her to death. She gasped and struggled, reaching with her hands to grab it and try to pull it off, and she managed some relief, but not enough as she was blindly dragged backwards.



Neil Spellman

Location: the Asteroid
Skills: Telekinesis
~Fit Check~

Neil hadn't really been with anyone since Sera - their heart still throbbed just thinking about her, and how she had run away, terrified of them and their family. They didn't think they'd ever see her again, and that was fine, but at the same time... It had been hard for them to move on, to find closure. So they'd been alone, at least in the romantic and sexual sense, ever since. There had been moments where it seemed like something might happen - whether it was with Annie, Carolina, Mira, or Bethany, they weren't quite sure. They didn't want to rush into things.

But when Max called them cute, they were falling hopelessly head over heels. It was like gravity, dragging them down, with no chance of fighting it. They didn't know what Max would think though of their family - if he would find them cruel, immoral, sadistic monsters just like Sera had. But they could dream. When it came to men, their taste had always skewed older anyways.

They were ready to defend Carolina's body, when suddenly the wind stopped - but the tornado remained. Neil threw a hand out, concentrating on the winds, before they forced them to move in the reverse direction, dispelling it harmlessly. The way was clear now for them to catch up with the others.

Guin Stark

Location: Asteroid M
Skills: Telepathy
~Fit Check~

Guin had made it down to the end of the hallway with Bethany and Pietro, thanks to her husband's super speed. The winds were still blasting away at them, but they could see the source of them now - an overwhelmed mutant, trying to bat away tornadoes that just wouldn't stop forming. Bethany leapt into action, teleporting them away somewhere, leaving Guin and Pietro to deal with the other issue they could see - an electrical mutant, spouting electricity.

"I'm on it," Guin declared, focusing on that mutant. She nearly had it on the first try, a quick dive into their mind to send them into peaceful unconsciousness, but they repelled her. She frowned, digging in and trying again, only to be buffeted out once more, the mutant's powers picking up more and more in the dangerous recklessness. "Okay, fucking work with me here, buddy," Guin muttered, before trying AGAIN and this time, she managed to get through. She disabled the out of control mutant, putting them into a blissful sleep. The powers ceased going haywire.

And then, in the distance down that hallway, she could see Mary and the others. Guin tentatively waved. "Hey girls."




@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
7:10 PM - Sun. October 31st, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute



@Natsu In the cafeteria, the dance was underway as the students began to arrive, trickling in and mingling. Refreshments were grabbed, laughs were had, and inevitably, misunderstandings caused a few couples to have a bad start to their Halloween night. There were a few wall flowers like Mary Sue, standing off to themselves. However unlike them, Mary Sue was approached by one of the dance chaperones - a man she had never seen before.

He had dark skin and strangely liquid-like, flowing purple hair. His ears were pointed like an elf's and he had on a dramatic purple cape. On his left hand, he wore a wedding ring. "No costume?" he asked Mary Sue, raising an eyebrow.

@Nallore@Forsythe@BlueSky44: The three of you would end up running into each other, as you made your way from the dorms to the cafeteria. Whether or not you acknowledge each other is of course up to you - Zelda was dressed as Rogue, Vicky as a robotic Frankenstein, and Diana as a Greek demigod. A few other students are passing by you in the halls, as things get more and more crowded the closer you get to the cafeteria. Not too far up ahead, you'll spot some of the Young Avengers gang - namely Cassie Lang and America Chavez and Kate Bishop, dressed as the Powerpuff Girls.



April Flynn

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


April hadn't paid much attention at first when Dorian took out his phone and started scrolling - not until Danni screamed Princess got hacked. "What?!" Her eyes widened and she frantically pulled out her phone, about to check her accounts - Princess was the nickname Danni used routinely to refer to her, after all - but then, as Danni continued to ramble, he mentioned Beanie. And her blood went cold. Sabine had been the one to be hacked. She frantically went to her girlfriend's socials, looking in shock at the nasty comments flooding it.

In Danni's quick selfie, April's face was contorted into horror.

She then sprung into action, quickly typing out some (somewhat emotional) posts in defense of Sabine and posting them to her own socials. She didn't have nearly as many followers, but she wanted to do what she could. She then switched to the polycule group chat, firing off a message - OMG I AM SO SORRY ARE YOU OKAY??? Her hands were shaking and she started pacing back and forth, already coming up with worst case scenarios. Maybe she could ask her parents to use some S.H.I.E.L.D. resources to figure out who did the hack. Would her father be willing to send in a drone strike, maybe? Or would that be overkill?

Her pacing stopped though as Leah opened the door and stepped inside, an absolute vision in her Scorpia costume. She took April's breath away - she always did, of course, but now especially. She was mesmerized enough that her panic over what was happening to Sabine temporarily melted away, and April blushed deeply as Leah told her that she looked cool. "You look AMAZING!" April gushed. April stood on her toes and gave Leah a quick kiss on the lips, before flattening her feet back out. She left a hand lingering on Leah's arm, grinning at her.

But Leah wasn't the only one who had showed up. Dorian had run out the door to see his boyfriend - and Mads and Sabine were both in the hallway! April was relieved to see that Sabine was alright, as she took Leah by the hand and dragged her on into the hallway. She let go of Leah's hand and threw herself around Sabine in a huge hug, and then kissed her on the lips as well. "Whatever you need, I'll do it. I'll see if my dad can nuke that asshole, wherever they are," April vowed seriously.

"Oh, yes, picture picture!" April agreed. "Mads, you look absolutely wicked," she then giggled, her emotions all over the place. But that was normal for her.

Percy Novikov

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


Percy gave Mads a curt nod. "I'm doing well, thank you," he said. He didn't know her very well, but he ran into her from time to time, given that they lived on the same floor. He didn't recognize what her costume was from, but it looked rather nice - she was definitely serving celestial witch realness. "You look nice," he then added, as two others came down the hallway - Leah and Sabine. He offered Sabine a slight wave, as Leah then just... opened up the door.

Percy frowned slightly. Wasn't that not acceptable?

His frown vanished as he spotted Dorian, looking incredibly dashing in his ascot - that did something to Percy, as he blushed furiously. And when Dorian rushed out and pulled him by his tie - well, he was doing his very best to remember that others were present. As it was, all he managed to get out at first was a strangled "ngk."

He swallowed thickly, doing his best to recover. His brain was very frazzled, and he had to replay the words Dorian had said to him in his brain quickly - roleplaying. That's what Dorian was doing right now. Otherwise, he'd know who he was. So, putting on his best imitation of the Tenth Doctor, Percy spoke in a somewhat botched British accent: "I'm the Doctor, nice to meet you. And who might you be?"

Percy vaguely heard people shouting about pictures, but he was too lost in Dorian's eyes to notice or care.
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