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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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@Nallore:

"You don't like it," Ananym said, frowning deeply. Her pointed tail twitched. She paced back and forth for a moment, staring at you like she wasn't quite sure what to do next - as if she hadn't planned for this possibility, that you wouldn't be the person she wanted you to be. And then, the sparkle in her eyes dimmed slightly, as Ananym made a choice.

"Fine," she huffed. "I don't need you to like it. My new friends, they're going to love it." She pulled the dagger from Stephen's heart, licking some of the blood from the blade. Her eyes pulsed a faint shade of green. "I'll give you a head start, because it's what I would've done - when I was 'Tober. Five... four... three..."

It was time for you to run - or to fight.

Runa the Grey

Location: Limbo
Skills: Intuition
Spells: N/A


"Painfully," Runa answered, when Klara asked them how it would work, taking another's soul. And they left their words at that. Their attention was better focused on the plan coalescing in front of them all, which included an excursion to the Everdark. Runa had to admit, their curiosity was piqued. It was one of the few realms they had yet to visit. They had been to many places, as conquerer and foe, as warrior and rival, and yet, they had never been to the Everdark. There were whispers about it of course, tales meant to frighten young Asgardian children - that it was the realm of the forsaken, cut off from Yggdrasil.

She wondered what its magic might taste like.

"You are the Sorcerer Supreme of Midgard, as are we all," Runa said to Prudence. "I do not care if you help us to preserve the veil or if you choose to seek your own fortunes. All I care is that you do what drives you. Apathy is death, child."

It was proposed that Madalyne, Max, and Jack form a coven, casting their spell as a triple headed god in order to transport them - and yet, some ought to remain behind in Limbo to deal with the deceiver, to deal with Ananym. "Two have remained behind already," Runa mused, considering the kidnapped Carolina and the murdered Ed. "One more should stay."

"Only three should go with the coven to the Everdark."




@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
7:50 PM - Sun. October 31st, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute



@Nallore@Forsythe@BlueSky44:

Kate rolled her eyes at Diana. "What? Of course I'm being nice. When am I not nice?" she asked. She had just asked Zelda for her name, and the kid decided to be deathly quiet and shy. She got the feeling it would've been like pulling teeth to continue trying to talk to her. Some people were just like that. And it was Halloween night, it was the Monster Mash - Kate didn't see a reason to engage with someone who didn't want to engage.

Cassie relaxed slightly, feeling a bit of the tension dissipating, unaware that Vicky had hacked her phone. She giggled a bit at Vicky's offer to make Vision's life hell for a little while, so they could have a break. "No, no, don't do that, but thanks. Umm I'll have to check and see if we have a field exercise on Saturday, but as long as my homework is done then... sure, that'd be nice to see Dad and Hope."

It was their turn in line, now, and the group went on through. The space was instantly transformed, wider and more expansive than anticipated, but also crowded from narrow turns and steep walls. The lighting was low, almost pitch black. At first, the scares were pretty standard - vents bursting with gas, pops that sounded like bullets, jump scares from possessed dolls. But about halfway through the maze, something happened - the group was separated, each going down a different path. They were being pursued, chased by....

[Check your DMs]

April Flynn

Location: Monster Mash - Cafeteria
Skills: N/A
Costume: Perfuma from She-Ra


April's face fell slightly as Mads said she wanted to go off and get some drinks, that she'd catch up with them later. They had been training together with Nimue, of course, and they were roommates and lived together, but they hadn't really managed to hang out much. It was just work and school - and then in her free time, April was with her brothers or her girlfriends. It felt like a lifetime ago that she had gotten to spend some good time with Mads. So she wanted Mads here tonight - she wanted everyone here tonight, selfishly. She wanted to see them all.

"Oh, okay!!" April said brightly.

Dorian took Percy off and April bit back a wait, nooooo - and then Sabine (rightfully) pointed out that Leah didn't even really want to be there. Why was everything falling apart? Why wasn't the night perfect? Why weren't they all sticking together? Well, she knew why Leah didn't want to be there. She didn't like this sort of stuff - she was just here because Sabine and April liked it. But Mads... Mads April didn't know about. And Dorian wanted to go spend time with his boyfriend...

... Was that all they'd have left, in the future - photos, and then everyone going their separate ways?

Panic rose up in her throat. It was too much change. It was too much change.

"Food and drinks sounds good - that way, we can all go! Well, almost all of us. Maybe we can grab some extras for Dori and Percy if they want them, they might be out of the haunted house pretty soon. Or we could not. It's not like they'll run out, right? Does food and drinks sound good to you Leah, Danni?"

Percy Novikov

Location: Monster Mash - Cafeteria
Skills: N/A
Costume: the Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who


Had Dorian not pulled him away, Percy very well may have murdered Danni. As it was, he glared at Danni, mentally plotting his demise. His current plan involved moving every item Danni owned two inches to the left - something that would drive him mad, as he would never be able to feel comfortable again... but then upon reflection, Percy considered that that would work on him, but perhaps not Danni. Maybe it was time to take out the axe again. It had been good enough for Nemo, so it was good enough for Danni. He wouldn't kill him. Dorian would be upset with him.

They ended up in line for the haunted house/maze situation, the line was somewhat long but still moving quickly. Percy noted that the majority of people exiting seemed to be in tears. He was about to make a comment to that effect, that he thought people at this school ought to have been braver, when Dorian pulled on his tie and Percy's mind went blank again. "Ngk," Percy murmured into the kiss, tasting Dorian with his tongue, his ears fuzzy as the world seemed to melt away. He still felt dazed and confused as Dorian pulled away, saying something about the inside of the house and that he was there. Percy just nodded dumbly, as parts of his body other than his brain were awake.


Megan Pendragon

Location: Maleficent's Gates
Skills: Fencing

Megan was not too interested in how her brother had gotten to the other side of the drawbridge, given that he was magical now. She was moderately curious about the sudden appearance of the staff, however. She would have to ask about it later - perhaps her brother had a magical weapon of his own now, although she doubted he would be able to do much damage with the staff physically. If it didn't have any sort of an enchantment, then he may as well drop it.

The battle raged onwards, as Megan engaged with the enemy. One of Maleficent's soldiers got in a lucky shot, nicking her in one of the gaps of her armor, her blood flowing freely. But Megan liked pain. A small wound would not be enough to deter her - if anything, it spurred her on. Gabriella healed it up quickly - too quickly, Megan would have liked to fill a vial with her blood and offer it to her love as a present, as a token of her devotion. And she returned to combat, missing first, but her next swing was true and she took out her attacker, before following suit with another soldier.


☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Lotus Hotel and Casino
Skills: Audiokinesis

Nancy's ears began to ring, her head feeling stuffy as she struggled to process what Niah had just said - that the impossible had happened, that a part of their soul was missing, that what had been three was now just two. Somehow, she didn't even register the pain from the cat biting her - it was like it was happening to someone else. And she didn't hear the meows, the cries. She didn't hear anything, nothing beyond the ringing in her ears, as her world shattered. The most traumatic moments of her life had both happened within these walls. What resilience and courage she had managed to conjure up was gone.

Unknowingly to her, she had created a small bubble around herself - one that muffled out all sound, dissipating it into nothingness. So as she opened her mouth to speak, only silence reached Niah - and Nancy herself only heard silence, only heard the ringing, only felt the ruins of her world gather around her.

She was barely aware of Zeke as he came up - and his words were snuffed out in her bubble, dying before they could reach her ears.

She just wanted everything to stop.

She wanted to trade places with Mads.

She should have been the one who died.






@Nallore:

Ananym beamed, giving your hands a squeeze. Nice work, Carolina - she believes you. For now. But lies are a demon's native tongue. Tread carefully.

"I've got something extra special I can show you," Ananym then admits, a wide grin on her face. She drags you deeper into the library, wandering past gigantic teetering stacks of books and decrepit statues, and chains attached to the walls, covered in rust. Portraits seem to follow you, their eyes moving as you do. Candles are everywhere you turn, somehow able to be left unattended without every bit of parchment burning to a crisp.

Most of the books are admittedly made from human flesh. It's less of a fire hazard that way.

And it's plentiful, here in Limbo.

"Close your eyes," Ananym then commands, once you stand in front of an old wooden door, pentagrams and spells scratched into it, bits of nail still attached. Once your eyes are closed, she guides you on inside, giggling. "Okay, now you can open...."

Once you open your eyes, you see the corpse of my mentor, his eyes gouged out, a ritual dagger in his heart.

You see the corpse of Stephen Strange.

Runa the Grey

Location: Limbo
Skills: Intuition
Spells: N/A


Runa considered the proposal carefully. There was some merit to it - if they were able to escape this realm, even if they ended up in some far-flung galaxy, it would be easier to control teleportation once they were outside of Limbo. They could likely band together and jump to a more advantageous location - assuming, of course, their initial jump didn't drop them into the heart of a star. Not that Runa expected that would kill her. For a person without a heart or eyes, she was quite sturdily built.

But she wished to hear from Maximilian, before they made a further decision. Annika told them that they could try to communicate with him, that they could breach through the draconic form. They smiled ever so slightly, laughing somewhat. Everything that could go wrong always seemed to go wrong for Max. Some things never changed. "Oh, I wish I could behold you now, friend," they said to Max. "These things always seem to happen to you, aye?"

Jack was correct, too - it was unstable, the office of Sorcerer Supreme so divided - into nine, now eight. They frowned sharply. It had not occurred to them yet - but in matters of magic, all things must come in threes. Any other configuration was unstable. Two more of their number would have to perish - potentially as many as five.

They could share this information. But what good would it do the others, to know that the hangman's noose was closing in around their necks?

Then there was also the matter of Klara - that a monster had eaten her soul? And somehow Max and Jack were to blame? Runa recalled no such things happening from the histories. But she was but a babe now, hardly able to form memories. This all happened before her time - was happening - would happen. "Then he owes you a life-debt, cousin," Runa corrected. "Or rather, a soul-debt. An eye for an eye. A soul for a soul. If yours cannot be retrieved, then I shall harvest theirs, and give it to you."


Guin Stark

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

Guin was glad that she didn't have to listen to a longwinded rebuttal from Robert, and she was additionally pleased that everyone seemed to be agreeing with her plan. Good. Mary hammered out some of the finer points of it, none of which raised any alarm for Guin. She could work to possess Cortez's body, or even serve as additional hands for working the illusion, diving into his mind and altering his perception of reality. Either of those were fine and achievable.

If I never see him again, it'll be too soon, Guin agreed, echoing Pietro's sentiments. She often formed strong opinions of people and she had formed an entirely negative one of Bobby so far.

But before they could enact their plan, the metal walls around them shook. Guin's stomach dropped, her palms sweating as her nerves skyrocketed. Immediately, her head swiveled in the direction of Magneto, ready to see that the villain had finally reverted to type, and that they would be kicking his ass after all - that somehow he had been deceiving her, even when she examined his mind, that he had locked away his true intentions and only now would they be revealed. But rather than seeing Magneto having a meltdown, there was Max - a rainbow aura of flames pushing off of him, and Guin blinked as the flames them shot off, and she was grabbed by Pietro, moving at speeds faster than her mind could process.

Neil Spellman

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

Neil smiled, grateful for the support from those who had overheard their declaration. The nerves in their body settled a little bit, even if they hadn't intended to come out to everyone in that moment - that they had only meant for their explanation to be for Max's wise old years. Ironically, Max hadn't even said anything. It would have hurt Neil, but they assumed that only meant that Max was so ancient that he hailed from a time when gender was not even a construct yet, that Max couldn't understand the significance of that act to someone from the modern world.

They were hurt, however, when Max took a selfie with Perry... and not with them. Green envy twisted and curdled within them.

But the unhappy jealousness could not last for long, as in rapid succession horrible things happened. The metal all around them began to shake and distort, causing Neil's anxiety to skyrocket. And then Max, wise old Max, burst into cosmic flames, angelic colors from every portion of the visible spectrum radiating off of him - and then violently pushing out, crashing into Neil and the others. Neil was flung against the wall, knocked to the ground, covered in burns and their head spinning in confusion.

"Was that..." Neil trailed off, the sense of foreboding hitting them suddenly and strongly. Was that Cortez?




@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
7:40 PM - Sun. October 31st, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute



@Nallore@Forsythe@BlueSky44: Vicky would manage to successfully hack her sister's phone. Cassie's phone usage over the past few weeks seems to have been somewhat limited, typically occurring during the school day and during training hours. She had sent messages to the family group chat (Hope, Scott, and Vicky), to a Young Avengers group chat, and to a group chat with America and Kate. She hadn't placed any calls. Her music listening habits have been focused on soft, somewhat sad, indie songs.

"Yeah, super busy," Cassie admitted. "We were just mentioning to Diana - Vis has really been putting us through it. Way harder than last year."

Kate raised a slight eyebrow at Zelda and her obvious shyness, but she didn't say anything. It seemed to her that Zelda would prefer if Kate didn't say anything to her at all - or acknowledge her existence.

"Yeah, let's do the haunted house! It's gotta be freaky," America agreed, before the group shifted towards heading in that direction, getting into the line for the house/maze. "What d'you think Nimue's got in there? People seem pretty shaken..." she then observed, seeing as a group exited, most of them in tears.

April Flynn

Location: Monster Mash - Cafeteria
Skills: N/A
Costume: Perfuma from She-Ra


They made it to the dance, and it was everything April could've hoped for - and thankfully not a complete repeat of last year's Monster Mash. They had all linked arms on the way there, which was interesting when it came to getting their large group through the entrance to the cafeteria, and required a lot of maneuvering around like they were playing Tetris. But still, they were there. Practically everyone in the school was there too, dressed up in different costumes - April spotted Diana nearby talking with the PowerPuff Girls.

"Ooo, honestly I'm down to start with anything - it doesn't look like they've made the announcements yet, which is good. But maybe we start with dancing then, and let the lovebirds go off to Nimue's House of Nightmares or whatever it's called? I thought it was a maze? I'm confused. But whatever! It's time to party!! And pre-celebrate our wins!!" April gushed.

She nodded at what Sabine said to Leah, reaching out and giving Leah a gentle squeeze on the arm, careful not to mess up the costume. "Yeah, it's so so so so cool that you're here! So what do you wanna do first? Or anything at all? Like what's your top ten bucket list must-dos for tonight?" They were only juniors once after all - and it was their first dance as a polycule. April didn't even know how polycules danced together, but she was trying not to stress out about it too too much.

"What about you, Mads? Did you wanna dance first with us?" April then added, grinning at her roommie.

Percy Novikov

Location: Monster Mash - Cafeteria
Skills: N/A
Costume: the Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who


Percy was not a fan of everyone linking arms to head to the dance together. It felt ridiculous and silly, like something he had already outgrown by the age of three. And furthermore, he had wanted to escort Dorian himself - he didn't imagine that Danni would be on the other side, linking arms. He tried his best not to scowl too much or look upset, but he wasn't always the best when it came to schooling his facial features, so it came out looking more or less like a slight grimace.

He was no happier when they made it to the Monster Mash, either. Percy was an old man at heart - he wasn't into loud music or crazy decorations or any of those things. He liked to be curled up in bed with a good cup of coffee, reading some archaic text. He wasn't particularly fond of having to scream over music in order to be heard, or drinking punch that - according to the movies at least - was doubtlessly spiked. He preferred to consume alcohol knowingly, once again in the private of his own room. It was easy to steal those sort of things as a teleporter.

So when Dorian suggested they go to the haunted house/maze, Percy nodded. "Of course," he said. He wasn't really into haunted houses/mazes - to be honest, he'd never even done one before, so he had no idea what to expect. It had just never seemed like his thing. But he would grin and bear it - or at least just bear it - for Dorian's sake.


Megan Pendragon

Location: Maleficent's Gates
Skills: N/A

"I would be so lucky," Megan said earnestly. Perhaps it was too fast - perhaps she was playing into a lesbian stereotype, U-hauling with Gabriella - but the idea of the necromancer raising her corpse sent a welcome chill throughout her body. She would gladly serve Gabriella in life and she would gladly do the same in death. There was a pressing need within her, to show Gabriella the full extent of her worship, her ability to be the most faithful disciple. She would bear Gabriella's marks, let Gabriella unravel her and hold her blood in her hands, and she would thank her for it. Death would be the ultimate expression of her dizzying love.

But she could not just think of sacrilege and devotion - the drawbridge had lowered, her brother on the other side of it. They could access Maleficent's castle itself now, no longer engaged in siege-like warfare. The others inside should probably have made good work so far with their efforts, ideally having Maleficent handled, but some reinforcements likely could not hurt - as long as everyone kept focused and on task rather than yelling at each other. So Megan crossed the drawbridge, ready for what would come.


☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Lotus Hotel and Casino
Skills: N/A

Nancy still felt somewhat out of her body, as the cat was pestering her, weaving in and around her legs and nearly making her trip. Joanie at least had the good sense to never really get underfoot like that, the small dragon instead usually perching on her shoulder like a parrot. Zeke's cat seemed to want her to follow it - which made sense, given what Apo-her father had mentioned earlier. What didn't make too much sense was that as she glanced out into the casino proper, she didn't spot any of her companions. Guilt and dread bubbled together in her stomach.

But those emotions were soon displaced by surprise, as a grainy, staticky image of Niah appeared in front of her. Niah's voice was distant and out-of-focus, almost distorted really, but she could hear her. She didn't get enough detail to make out the expression on her face. "What's wrong?" Nancy asked instantly, the dread coming back with a vengeance. Instantly, her mind came up with a list of possible reasons Niah could be calling her, and telling her that she loved her, that - "I love you too" - that someone was dying or hurt. That something terrible had happened. That Mads or Niah was dying or hurt. That Mads was dead. That Niah was about to sacrifice herself. That her world was crumbling apart. "N-Niah, you're scaring me, what's the damage?"




@Nallore: Ananym's eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, her forked tail thrashing about somewhat anxiously. "You don't wanna?" she asked, although it was more of a statement than a question. You could practically see the gears turning in her head, as the demon stared at you for a moment longer. "I don't understand, 'Ro. I always talked about this. And now, now I can do it. I can crush the veil and rule Limbo and Earth with you. It's why I made sure you'd be Sorcerer Supreme... So we could do it together."

"But you don't wanna," Ananym then snapped, sniffling slightly and wiping a stray tear away. The tear was made of blood. "And you're ruining everything!" Her pupils narrowed, contracting into slits. She curled her hands into fists. Now might be a good time to think about your survival, Carolina.

Demons express love in a way similar to hate.

Runa the Grey

Location: Limbo
Skills: Intuition
Spells: N/A


Runa listened to each turn in the conversation, their face carefully neutral and guarded. It was not so much that it took them great effort to suppress those telltale emotions, but that they had sacrificed such things on the altar long ago. If they smiled, it was minimal and slight. Any tears were brief and dry. Frowns were unneeded, particularly because the wrinkles on their face already gave them a slight frown - not that they knew, of course. They could feel the texture of their skin under their hands, but habitually checking felt much like vanity. They had been vain, once.

"I agree. The veil must be renewed or Midgard will be subjected to a multitude of threats," Runa said, weighing her opinion in accordance with Jack's. She inclined her head in the direction of Klara, staring at the girl with empty sockets. "Klara Thordattir, apologize, now," she chided. "You know better than to speak to another like that." Particularly when Jack was right.

And the information he was giving was important and necessary.

The Stepping Discs were wild and unpredictable, and not an option. It would be leaving things up to chance, and given the hell dimension they were trapped within, it was entirely possible that matters would only become worse. Jack's plan that they attempt to contact the Sorceress Supreme of Limbo was sound. Perhaps she might be able to transport them to Midgard, where they can cast the spell necessary to repair the veil...

But at the same time, unease filled Runa. Ananym had not seemed to particularly try to kill them - and had even offered to help send them back to Midgard. They were missing something, a piece of the puzzle that did not quite connect... But what could it be?

What was Witchfire's play?

Annika posed a suitable follow-up question - how they might find the Sorceress. And moments later, Runa felt a low growl vibrate into her body, hitting their empty chest cavity. Their heart was long since gone. And that was not a metaphor. "Are you attempting to tell us something, Maximilian?" Runa asked. "I do not suppose any of you are well versed in telepathy?"
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