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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 Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
8:50 PM - Sun. October 31st, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

@Nallore@BlueSky44: The guards uncrossed their weapons, and lowered the gate so that way the girls could enter Avalon. "Your friend came by a week ago. Perhaps she's still here." Now that the gate was lowered, they could see the bustling city beyond - it was like a real medieval marketplace, with criers hawking their wares. The castle-city was dominated by a grand palace nearby, likely where King Arthur and Queen Guinevere lived. As to where in the city Cassie was... well, they'd have to do some searching.

"A week ago?" Kate muttered, as they walked through the gates. "That's impossible. We just got here."

"Time works differently in other dimensions," America shrugged.
April Flynn
Location: Monster Mash - Cafeteria
Skills: N/A
Costume: Perfuma from She-Ra
Even the comfort of her friends and girlfriends was not enough to reach April, not enough to rouse her from her distress. The tears flowed as Mads embraced her, as Sabine squeezed her hand, as Leah asked what was wrong, as Danni came to the rescue. She wanted to scream at all of them to get away, to run from her and never look back, because he was inside her - Magneto was in her blood, in her DNA, just waiting to emerge. The helmet would be her tomb, her grave. Her body was not her own - it had never felt quite right, never making sense. And this must have been why.

To make things worse, she could feel the eyes of the school on her - sure, everyone had been leaving the Haunted House/Maze in tears and she hadn't been the first one to scream, but it felt like everyone was staring. She wanted to disintegrate in that moment, to disappear - to reload the universe so she could go back to the moment where everything had been perfect, when they'd made it to the Contest, when she and her girlfriends had been crowned School Royalty.

Amidst her sobs, she barely recognized the questions people were asking her, only managing to choke out - "I won't be like him. I-I won't."
Percy Novikov
Location: Monster Mash - Cafeteria
Skills: N/A
Costume: the Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who
Percy frowned slightly, considering Dorian's words carefully. He had always assumed that after graduation, he would simply wear clothing appropriate for whatever time period and culture he found himself in. He didn't plan to exclusively live in the twenty first century in America after all - all of time and space would be his to explore. Of course, Dorian was correct - he couldn't do that in his uniform. It would be out of place in most environments. As for after school extracurricular superheroism... the uniform seemed fine to him.

Dorian and Danni then started dancing, and Percy followed suit. His movements weren't as stiff and awkward as someone might have expected - but they weren't particularly modern either. His mothers had taken him for classical dancing classes since he was little, ever since he'd expressed an interest in ballet. So when he danced, he danced like it was a formal occasion - and not Nicki Minaj blasting through the speakers.

He froze though as he heard a crash, as someone flew into a wall - and more screams coming from the direction of the Haunted House. Danni took off quickly - it was their friend who seemed to be in trouble. Percy assumed Dorian would want to go there, so he followed suit.
In Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded → 10 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@PatientBean@Blizz@Kirah@KazAlkemi
the Everdark
Runa the Grey
Location: ??? -> Everdark
Skills: Intuition
Spells: Seidhr
Runa did not breathe, for she had no body. But she could see - could see where the current had carried her. She was at the heart of Yggradsil, simultaneously beholding and within the tree. The space around her was heavy and poisoned, noxious fumes permeating the air, stinging her skin even though she had none. There was a gigantic wound like a crevice before her, festering and bleeding a dark miasma. It was complete nonsense, but nonsense of the deadliest order. The world tree was both real and magical at the same time, an illusion that carried the power of belief. It represented the realms, and thus, the fabric that bound them. A sickness in the tree was the sickness in the veil - and it was not just Midgard that Ananym's forces were invading.

It was everywhere.

Alfheim.

Vanaheim.

Asgard.

Muspelheim.

Nidavellir.

Jotunheim.

Niflheim.

Helheim.

They were all burning, all of them with a horrific engine powered by the souls of the young. Infants arranged in pentagrams, placed there no doubt by Ananym's servants across the realms. It was then that the plot became clear to Runa - that this wasn't merely about Midgard, about invading that realm with Limbo's might.

It was about the Elder Gods - it was a ritual that would bring them back and see them take dominion. True Dominion. They would be brought back to this plane, and they would devour it - devour countless souls. They would then ascend and rule what remained - Ananym likely had struck a deal with them, that they would let her be Queen, ruling under their Divine Right.

Runa glanced upwards, sighing softly. Their sins had returned to haunt them.

And they needed to wake up.

So, with a gasp, they did - their spirit descending to the Everdark and inhabiting their worn old body once more. "Ananym's plan is far more terrible than we realized. She does not simply want to rule Midgard - she wants to devour all the realms for her masters so they might ascend to Dominionhood. We cannot allow this to pass." Dominions were invincible, undying gods beyond time and space. Once ascended, they had always been Dominion. Had always existed.
Earth-666
@Trainerblue192: As you step through your portal, you find that you are somewhere that you recognize. You had just been there not too long ago (how long ago was it, really?) for a party. You have landed on the doorstep of the Sanctum Santorum in New York City - and a mailbox with gnashing teeth is currently trying to rip off your head.

(Any others who step through the portal will find themselves here with you).

@Nallore: You aren't the only one flying up around the Empire State Building - a flock of demons are there to greet you. They shriek at you and curse you, calling you a traitor, a false one - and they attack. You can defend yourself from some of them, but not all - they dive at you, scratching and clawing at you with foul, poison tipped talons. Your body feels hot and heavy, your head spinning. You'll need a cure - or at the very least, a way to fight back. The cloak can only do so much.

@Nallore: Zelma did know how to stop this - as an arcane archivist, she had read through reports of the original Goblin Night. "The babies must be removed from the pentagram - and then the witch doing all of this has to be destroyed," Zelma explained. "That was Maddie Pryor last time... I don't know who is doing it this time, but I bet whoever it is, they're the one that killed Stephen."
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Asteroid M
Skills: Telepathy
~Fit Check~
A lot happened very quickly.

The tides of the battle had started to turn, only for Mary to voice an unsettling truth - that Cortez had wanted them here, distracted, so that way something else could happen. If his plan was to crash the asteroid into the Earth... assuming that it didn't all just burn up on reentry... the death toll would be catastrophic. "That won't happen. We won't let that happen. And even if we fail, there's other groups on the planet that'll destroy this hunk of junk before it would hit the surface." They'd die, of course. SHIELD or the Avengers or the Fantastic Four would have to kill them to save the world.

As for Cortez's sister... Guin pushed, doing a quick telepathic scan of the asteroid. She found her pretty quickly. "Got her." She was in one of the main computer hubs. Guin took off at a sprint, trusting that the others had Cortez handled - or at least, Lance certainly seemed to. It wasn't too far to the sister's location, and as Guin got near, she could hear the sound of computer equipment being smashed and destroyed. Great. If there was one thing she loved, it was fixing machinery on a deadline. She much preferred fixing up Pietro's computer so he could play Phasmaphobia. That was relaxing, low stakes.

This... this could be about saving millions - or at least, about saving everyone aboard the asteroid.
Neil Spellman
Location: the Asteroid
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
Too much was happening, Neil's brain unable to process all of it. It reminded him of some D&D games they'd played sometimes, where the DM just keeps on rolling die after die, rattling off an insane amount of damage and effects to the extent that Neil couldn't keep it all straight. That was part of what it was like being on the X-Men though - they fought in groups, often times against just a few opponents, meaning that everyone was sort of going all at once. But at least, it seemed to be working. Cortez was losing.

They paled though as the theory came out that it might have all been a trick, that Cortez was distracting them so someone else could enact their evil plan. Just as things had started to turn in their favor, they were right back where they'd started - and it might even be too late. Guin exclaimed that she knew where Cortez's ally was and took off at a sprint - and Neil decided to rush after her, to do what they could to help.
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
8:40 PM - Sun. October 31st, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

@Nallore: Diana will notice a slight trail of glitter - this could possibly be from Cassie, as her costume had been covered in sparkles and whatnot. But also, it could be from something else entirely - this seemed like the sort of place where fairies and pixies would roam.

"I was here once," America explained with a grimace. "This asshole lady tried to put me on trial for punching holes through the Multiverse. Only stopped when Captain Britain turned up and made some sort of a weird deal with her."

"Yikes," Kate shook her head. "Oh, shit, sorry, I didn't realize you'd come along." Her eyes widened slightly as Zelda popped up behind them. Kate had been pretty certain that Zelda hadn't wanted anything to do with them, but maybe she was just painfully shy and had trouble making friends. Or maybe she had just latched onto Diana.

"No idea," America then said to Zelda's question. "I got a D- in Intro to Magic last year."

As an avid convention goer and nerd, Zelda would recognize the banners on the castle as they approached - this was the castle of King Arthur. The crests were of the Pendragons. It looked almost identical to how it had been depicted in Merlin in fandom spaces. The castle gate was closed with two guards on duty, neither of whom seemed surprised for a bunch of lost teens to be approaching.

"Halt! State your name and business in Camelot."
April Flynn
Location: Monster Mash - Cafeteria
Skills: N/A
Costume: Perfuma from She-Ra
April was riding a wave of bliss as the topic changed, Leah mentioning that she wanted to go and kick the ass of whatever lurked within Nimue's haunted house. Given her experiences in training, April was almost positive that it had to be some sort of horrible creature from Arthurian myth - or maybe a magic mirror that pointed out everyone's insecurities. But Leah was being so sweet, kissing their foreheads, proclaiming that once she was through with whatever was inside the house, it'd be safe. It made April swoon.

"I know..." April sighed contentedly. "She's always cute, but she's, like, extra cute right now."

She was the last one to enter the haunted house, her blissful, romantic mood evaporating once she stepped inside. Somehow, she was completely alone. "Leah? Sabine? Hello??? Guys, are you there? Can you hear me?" April called out.

Can you hear me me me me... her own voice echoed.

April swallowed, even as she tried to keep a smile on her face. "Okay, April, breathe. This is going to be totally fine and normal. Nimue wouldn't kill you, she wants to win the contest too. And it'd be, like, a total rude thing to do - it'd ruin the Monster Mash. So just breathe and don't think about the fact that you're in some sort of weird darkly light hallway and that everything feels so very very cold and you're wishing you were dressed as Frosta..."

Her breath appeared in front of her in tiny clouds and April hugged herself, rubbing the exposed skin on her upper arm for warmth.

Her surroundings her monotonous and unchanging, each turn around the hallway ending up the same. The fact that she had run into nothing only caused her anxiety to heighten, her heart pounding desperately with fear of the unknown - with dread that nothing had happened yet - that something was stalking her, toying with her - and that there was no way out.

"Leah? Sabine? Danni? Dori? Mads? Anyone?" April called out again. "Please, I don't like this - this isn't the vibe for tonight!! It's only fun getting scared if others are with you! And preferably all around me too, so I can't get stabbed in the back!!"

Maybe Leah really had killed whatever was in here.

"I wouldn't count on it."

She screamed, spinning around as she came face to face with Magneto.

"G-get away from me! I'm warning you, I'll..." April's eyes darted around frantically. There was no water in sight. She couldn't feel any either. Her spit maybe? But this place was metal, she was a trapped animal, prey for this madman, for her grandfather...

"You'll what? Use your tears as a weapon?"

Magneto glided forward, ethereally graceful. "I am going to kill you. But first, I need you to understand something." Magneto paused, removing the iconic helmet.

"You're not afraid of me. You're afraid of yourself." Magneto had long blonde hair, shaved on the side to a buzz. Magneto had blue eyes and a natural tan, and pierced ears. Magneto wore her face, just older. Magneto was her.

"No!" April screamed. "I won't - I won't be like you!"

Magneto shook their head. "It's too late. I'm already inside you... waiting to come out."

The metal walls caved in around her, and April felt herself die.

When she appeared at the exit to the Haunted House, she was screaming, her sight blinded by tears.
Percy Novikov
Location: Monster Mash - Cafeteria
Skills: N/A
Costume: the Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who
Percy frowned slightly. He felt comfortable in the school uniform. Yes, he could wear other things, but it was - well, it was reliable. He knew exactly how it would fit him, what angles would be best and what ones would be atrocious. It symbolized his commitment to a goal and helped him to distinguish his current life from the one he had lived before. "My uniform is fine," Percy argued. Zelda had even gone to the trouble of making a prototype that would shift to appear time-period correct when traveling, with its default state as the Academy uniform.

He knew that others hated the uniform, that they found it stifling and made it difficult to express themselves through fashion - and Percy liked fashion, he appreciated it. He owned nice clothes. But... the uniform was comfortable. It was safe. It gave him a sense of security. It was strange, how quickly he'd become attached to it.

"I've never planned a party," Percy said. "But I am excellent at organization and schedules. My mothers had me plan our family vacation to Greece."
In Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded → 10 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@PatientBean@Blizz@Kirah@KazAlkemi
the Everdark
@KazAlkemi: At first, the spell is easy to maintain - it is like breathing, a process done automatically. Yet as you change your form, shifting from human to wolf, your hold slips. The shadows you have expertly pulled around you have weakened partially, now dimming your presence rather than concealing it, muffling your words rather than silencing them.
Runa the Grey
Location: Everdark
Skills: Intuition
Spells: Seidhr
Runa was suspended in a sea of darkness, unable to see or hear. It was a special sort of isolation, a disconnection from the universe. Two of her senses had been lost. Yet she could still feel - feel a hand on her shoulder, likely not Klara's, the young girl wasn't tall enough. So one of the others. She was wise and bright and clever, but even some things eluded her without casting a spell - she didn't know whose hand steadied her, who reached out to her in the dark. Those Who Sit Above in Shadow must have been laughing down at her now, seeing the bill finally come due - or a portion of it.

The empty cavity where their heart once had been ached.

But then there was a new pressure - a hand gripping their own. It was small and soft, not yet ravaged by time. A child's hand. Klara's? They were meant to be here to protect Klara, not to be protected by her. They could not find their enemies, not trapped within this form, so Runa resolved to show their hand - to show the technique that had allowed them to end any sorcerer that had come to their realm, seeking vengeance or restoration.

Seidhr.

Freya had taught them this ancient craft, using the guise of Gullveig. It was more than just astral projection, more than just leaving one's body. It was a means of seeing the push and pull of the universe, of knowing what was to pass. Runa's body stilled, as they retreated deep within themselves - and then their body crumpled, falling lifelessly to the ground, like a puppet with its ties severed.

But they were free - their spirit unmoored, unchained. They floated above the field of darkness like a ghost, seeing through magic - through a body that was made purely of the remnants of their soul. Perhaps the others could sense them, but they would not see them. Not like this. They were like a ghost.

She could see something, something coming over the horizon for them all - something horrific in its scale. Runa pressed forward to get a closer look, to identify the threat that was to be - what Ananym had brought for them... She had almost reached it, had almost gotten close enough, when a distortion in the fabric of reality rippled through them.

And they were gone.
Earth-666
@Nallore: Zelma snatched the letter from you, tracing a glyph above it. It glowed, indicating its veracity - and she lowered the crossbow, looking at you with horror, relief, and determination. "You just missed him - he's headed to the epicenter," Zelma explained. "I'm guessing you haven't seen the news?" She pulled out her phone, and quickly pulled up an image from a news article. At the top of the Empire State Building, there was a Satanic sigil, a flaming star. At each point of the star was... was a baby.

"It's like the last time - the Goblin Night's happening again."

@Nallore: You're lucky - the cloak responds to your command and you are whisked off of the ground, flying up into the sky. You go higher and higher until the cloak is certain you've found safety, giving you a moment to breathe and take in your surroundings. The city is in complete chaos, and as you peer outwards, two things catch your eye - 1) a sort of red veil surrounding the city, perhaps keeping people out... or others inside? and 2) a flaming pentagram in the sky above the Empire State Building. Neither of those things can be good.
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
8:30 PM - Sun. October 31st, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

@Nallore: "Where are we, America?" Kate asked, looking around suspiciously. It didn't look anything like the Maze/House, if anything, it was like a scene from a storybook. Their clothing and hairstyles had been magically changed too to match, like they were from D&D - Kate looked like a rogue, America like a cleric, and Diana like a ranger. "It's like we're in Baldur's Gate 10 or something," Kate added.

America nodded. "I think... we're in Otherworld," she frowned. "I guess that makes sense, Nimue's magic is from here - this place, it's where all those King Arthur stories are from, where they really happened."

"Love that for us," Kate sighed. "C'mon, if Cassie's here, she can't have gotten far."

And so they set off down the brick road in the direction of the castle.
April Flynn
Location: Monster Mash - Cafeteria
Skills: N/A
Costume: Perfuma from She-Ra
The moment ended, and April left the stage with her girlfriends. "Yes, we get to keep them!" she squealed. "Some people have, like, entire display cases and stuff dedicated to crowns they win - it's like in Dance Moms, if you've ever seen that, where Maddie has like a GAJILLION crowns and has to find places to put them all?" There was no way she was going to give up her magic flower crown either. She was already mentally debating where to put it in her dorm room - it was basically a hoop, maybe she could loop it around her bed post, letting her look at it and have it double as decor?

But then the conversation changed to the Contest of Champions, and April's thoughts tore away from the award. She was super excited that she'd finally qualified for the Contest, even if... even if it wasn't quite right. She did have her best friend on her team, yes, but her brothers were on a team together without her. And her girlfriends were also on other teams - everyone she cared about so deeply had qualified, they'd all have to fight each other...

If she were being honest though, she knew that they didn't stand a chance against the Young Avengers - that none of them would win.

"I'm really excited - it'll be so cool to get to compete in the actual contest this year, and it'll be huge for us in terms of exposure and opportunities!" April gushed. "And it'll be good for next year, when we'll not only qualify again but we'll also have the ultimate dream team - where we can all be together in one group!"
Percy Novikov
Location: Monster Mash - Cafeteria
Skills: N/A
Costume: the Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who
"People have been setting people on fire long before anyone had powers," Percy protested. "All you need is a little imagination - and science." The discovery of fire had happened eons ago - most superheroes were a relatively modern phenomena. They hadn't used any special powers or whatnot to burn the witches in the dark ages.

But before Percy could info dump about all the ways he could start a fire without powers, Dorian redirected his thoughts elsewhere. He licked his lips unconsciously, as Dorian spoke about other ways to relieve tension - and then as his boyfriend's eyes went down, Percy blushed furiously. He had always been a little bit, well, prudish - self-contained, not prone to displays of affection. But that was not for lack of desire, for lack of want. He wanted to kiss the daylights out of his boyfriend. He just preferred to do so privately.

All of this was running through his head, as muscular Dorian dragged him through the crowds, the noise from the party at an all time high and causing people to have to shout over each other. They made it to Danni, and Madalyne and a girl Percy wasn't familiar with were both there as well. Percy gave the stranger a curt nod in greeting.

He shot Danni a glare at his comment about his performance, but held his tongue - for Dorian's sake. "I'm sure they will," Percy said dryly, as Danni was going on about whether or not the teachers would allow them fireworks.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Lotus Hotel and Casino
Skills: N/A
Nancy frowned sharply, as the cat refused to help them. However, Sunshine was not the only animal they had at their disposal. She didn't particularly want to grab Cassian, but recognized that the rest of the group was keen on his retrieval. Fine. She'd never asked Joanie to do something like this before, but perhaps her tiny dragon had a hunter's instinct. So she turned to Joanie, looking at her with complete serious. "Can you smell him?" she asked. While she was very much attached to her dragon, she hadn't actually owned Joanie very long - she'd gotten her during the Fall of New Rome. So maybe she could hunt.

Joanie considered her for a moment, before flapping her wings slightly and taking off.

Nancy took that as a yes. She moved after her dragon, assuming that the others would follow - someone would need to guide Janelle, but Nancy wasn't in the right headspace to do that at the moment. Someone else would have to. Eventually, Joanie landed on Nancy's shoulder, as they made it to where Cassian was - some sort of laser tag area. Nancy didn't remember it from her time in the Lotus Hotel. It might've been there and she'd forgotten. There were a lot of things she'd forgotten - and a lot that she remembered.

"Cassian!" Nancy yelled sharply. "Snap out of it or I'll have Joanie set you on fire. We don't have time for this."
🌈👻 Leda Storm 👻🌈
Location: Tartarus
Skills: Rainbow Manipulation
The last thing Leda remembered was throwing Kiera and Sera to safety. She had prayed to every god that would listen to let those two survive, and her last thoughts had been of Kiera - how sorry she was that she'd have to leave her like that. But that was the way things went for demigods - the way that Leda had always known her story would end. She died a hero, and as she opened her eyes, she expected to be in the Underworld - mentally prepared to have to stand before the judges and ideally be granted a spot in Elysium.

But as she opened her eyes, she wasn't in the Underworld. The scene around her was gruesome, blood and bone littering a desolate landscape. The air burned, difficult to breathe. Monsters circled up ahead like birds of prey. And nearby, she could hear a scream - and a howl.

Physically, she felt fine. And she looked down at her hands, summoning up tiny balls of rainbow light. Her powers were still working. She was just extremely pale. Everything was pointing her in one direction, one answer. Tartarus. She gritted her teeth. This was where monsters went why they died - not demigods. Whatever had redirected her soul to this place had a messed up sense of humor.

But there had to be a way out of Tartarus - she knew that halfbloods had made it out before, so she'd do that. Maybe steal some more time with Kiera, before Hades dragged her to his domain.

She didn't have any weapons, just her wits, as Leda moved quickly in the direction of the scream - not at her full speed, though. She'd have to figure out a way to make herself smell more like a monster and not like a demigod - did demigod ghosts still have strong scents? She didn't know. Leda would have to deal with that later. She found the source of the scream quickly, finding a group of monsters attacking a wolf.

"Oi, pick on someone your own size!" Leda shouted, before throwing a ball of rainbow light at the attackers. She missed, but on her second throw she was able to hit one of them, the monster crumbling.
In Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded → 11 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@PatientBean@Blizz@Kirah@KazAlkemi
the Everdark
@Blizz: Your watch couldn't settle on a time. It kept changing wildly, fluctuating through hours and minutes faster and faster, never pausing. Whatever was happening to the veil, it wasn't good - space and time were intimately connected, two manifestations of the same thing. If time was behaving like this... what was happening to space, to reality?

@KazAlkemi: As you whisper to the cloak, asking if you were doing the right thing, a sense of connection would form in the back of your mind. There were not words expressed as much as there were feelings, images. Warmth and hope, mixed with the backdrop of a clear night's sky, the moon illuminating the terrain. As you let go of the cloak, the sensation fades.

The shadows slip through your fingers at first, as you attempt to grab them to veil you and your companions. This realm is strange and different, changing your spells and intentions. But the longer you stay here, the more you seem to find equilibrium, to become a little bit touched by this place. The shadows are yours to command, you and your companions cloaked and silent. You cannot hear each other; you can see each other.

@Trainerblue192: Your spells are powerful, but not as powerful as they should be without the weight of experience behind them. You incinerate fifty or so of the Green Eyed Ones, a small drop in the bucket. Slowly but surely, the threat is being dealt with - but how much time does Earth have while you wait?
Runa the Grey
Location: Everdark
Skills: Intuition
Spells: Kosmisk Ild
Runa inclined their head, more of a force of habit than anything else, as Max said that he did not know them. That was strange. Their memory was not what it had once been, but they were fairly certain they'd reintroduced each other. Had Max forgotten who she was, thrown off by her altered appearance? She supposed it had been quite some time and while she had not looked upon herself in ages, not in the traditional sense at least, she could feel the changes to her body, the weathering of her skin.

Yet they were silent, offering Max no explanation. There was little time to ponder that mystery, and Midgardians were so fragile, perhaps he had bumped his head or something of the sort in transit. Prudence signaled for them to attack, so Runa conjured up the magicks at their fingertips, whispering their word of power as they summoned up a gigantic ball of fire. They threw it in the direction that they had sensed the Green Eyed Ones, connecting briefly with them for a moment as the flames incinerated a quarter of the legion.

A slight smile graced their face, even as they felt tired, weakened.

But the smile soon faded, as Runa realized they could not hear their companions. For the first time in ages, fear trickled into their body.
Earth-666
@Nallore: The door to the Sanctum Santorum opened, but it wasn't Wong who greeted you. Instead, it was a woman in her early 30s with a stern disposition and chunky glasses - Zelma Stanton. Zelma was the librarian at Strange Academy and an arcane historian. She isn't exactly happy to see you, a crossbow in hand pointed at your chest. But luckily enough, she doesn't shoot. "You better have a good explanation for why you're here and Stephen isn't," Zelma warned. "You have thirty seconds." Behind her, you'd be able to see party decorations - although all of the party guests seem to be long gone.

@Nallore: Getting to the Sanctum on foot was not going to be easy. Especially since some benches with anti-homeless infrastructure have come to life, standing up straight like a rectangular being, sprouting teeth as they lunge for you, trying to rip your head off. To make matters worse, a fire hydrant has joined in on the fun, pointing at you and exploding a rush of water at you, slamming you back onto the hard pavement, soaking wet.
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Lotus Hotel and Casino
Skills: N/A
If Nancy had a secondary fatal flaw, it was pride. And so when Demetri of all people offered that she could just leave - that she could abandon this quest and go back, escorted back really... Her nostrils flared. She clung to her shreds of dignity, even after breaking in front of all of these people. "Absolutely not," Nancy swore. "I'm not quitting." And when Alexios shared his idea - that she could rescue Mads' by simply walking through the Doors of Death, by going into Tartarus, her resolve crystalized. The Doors were here in the Casino - she couldn't leave, not when Mads was counting on her, was depending on her. If she could save Mads, then she had to at least try, even if it meant that she died as well. Apollo would keep his word at least, she hoped, and turn her shade into a tree.

Janelle then mentioned that the Doors were in the basement, and the plan solidified. All they needed to do was find Cassian then - and Nancy had to gather up her courage and her wits to keep everyone on task, away from the allure of the Lotus Eaters. She could do this. She repeated those words over and over again in her head like a mantra, like a shield. She had to do this. For Mads. For Mads. For Mads.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Asteroid M
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
They were getting nowhere fast - hardly anyone was even managing to land a hit on Cortez, and Magneto was still sending metal scraps rushing through the air in dangerous frenzies. Guin hadn't managed to get much of a hold of Cortez telepathically, and neither had Carolina it seemed. His powers weren't touch based, they seemed to be operating more on just a general proximity limitation, so Guin decided to do things somewhat differently. If she couldn't dive into his mind, she could sure as hell kick him in the head. After all, she'd been trained in self defense by Black Widow and then later as a SHIELD agent before ever becoming an X-Man.

Luckily, Guin didn't get too scraped up by the metal going around. She didn't notice the way metal pieces seemed to be dodging Pietro, as instead she was focusing on getting to Cortez. She didn't need her mutant powers to protect people and fight against assholes like him - she'd spent most of her life without them, being a late bloomer when it came to her mutation. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bethany drag Max with shadows instead of Cortez. She winced. They weren't doing great.

Neil Spellman
Location: the Asteroid
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
Even as Neil tried to protect everyone, to use their powers as a shield, it just wasn't enough. It wasn't working. Cortez was hardly perturbed, acting like the cat who ate the canary. This was just a game to him - just some sick, twisted, messed up game. What was he getting out of this - did he have an agenda, a goal? Was this revenge on Magneto? Was there even a reason behind him doing this to people or was he just bored? Neil hated people like that. They had a few relatives who were like that, using their magic and rituals to behave cruelly and without remorse just because they could - because they had nothing else better to do.

So Neil decided to stop being a shield - they decided to be a sword. Instead of trying to use their telekinesis to redirect the shards and protect their friends, they decided to go on the offensive. They could grab the shards and fling them at Cortez, piercing him and gutting him like the asshole he was. It was what he deserved. And Neil always did like Cloud of Daggers.

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