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Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

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@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu

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10:20 PM - Tue. November 23rd, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

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Trick or Treat 2023 Records

• Mary Sue - Trick - Her backpack was stolen in the library! She'll have to replace her laptop/books/etc.
• Vicky - Trick - Through a misunderstanding with a teacher (Usagi) Vicky has detention for the entire month of November
• Sabine - Trick - someone hacked Sabine’s socials and put up some disgusting, bigoted content pretending to be her
• Andy - Treat - Magneto sends her a gift, it’s a pair of vambraces that fit her perfectly, they’re made out of an unknown material and can deflect bullets and the like
• Zari - Treat - On Halloween morning, Zari also gets a present from her family. It’s an enchanted tool belt. Whatever tool she needs if she reaches for it, it’s there
• Leah - Trick - After the Monster Mash when Leah returns to her room, there is a postcard on the wall from Oslo. Written on it is her birth name. Nothing else.
• Dorian - Treat - On Halloween day, Dorian’s father sends him a ~spooky~ gift. It’s a mini dinosaur! And by mini I mean like 6 inches tall. But it’s alive!

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The past few weeks had been intense. The four teams who had qualified for the Contest of Champions were regularly pulled from classes to practice - four hours, starting at 2 PM every day. Of course, they were still expected to catch up on the coursework that they were missing, and watch recorded versions of the lectures. The week after the dance, they had all been fitted for combat uniforms specially made for the Contest - these uniforms were resistant to most types of damage that would come their way, and for students with special needs, those were provided for them. Headshots were taken for promotional images, and their official superhero names were registered. It wasn't just a frenzy to train - it was a minor media circus.

And yet, despite all of that, it was still clear that the school wanted the Young Avengers to win. The Young Avengers were excused from classes every Friday for the entire day, and were allowed to participate in missions - real missions. To say the deck was stacked against the lesser experienced teams would be an understatement. And everyone knew. The school board wouldn't approve sending out the other three teams, not to mention the fiasco of parental permission that had already been hard enough to get squared away for the Young Avengers.

But while the adults were unwilling to help, Ed stepped in.

He wasn't particularly good when it came to combat, but he had been studying the Framework, optimizing programs. And the day before everyone left for Thanksgiving break, it would be easy to hop onto the machine - to give extra practice time to the other three teams and level the playing field. He'd developed programs that approximated the other teams in the Contest, including the Young Avengers - programs that they could fight and train and get that crucial edge they needed.

Ed didn't care if his team won. He just needed the Young Avengers to lose.

At 10:30 PM, everyone needed to be at the gym ready to go - ready to enter the Framework. And of course, not get caught by teachers on their way over.

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April Flynn

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Location: Stark Hall - Fifth Floor
Skills: N/A
Fit: Gym Clothes

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April's mental health was at an all time low and she knew it.

The Contest of Champions was less than a month away - weeks away, actually. It was scheduled for December 15th. And they were hopelessly unprepared. The Young Avengers were in the news saving people, fighting real threats, and the Huntresses were still just practicing against monsters Lady Nimue summoned. For a perfectionist who dreamed of winning the Contest, that was enough already to stress her out - not even accounting for all the other teams who would be there, all filled with incredibly talented people. Then there was the mountain of homework and exams she was falling behind on, as every waking moment she spent training, pushing herself harder.

Then there was the situation with Leah - the paranoia, the knowledge that her father was just lurking around the corner, waiting to strike. He was inevitability. April didn't know how to fight that - didn't know how to protect Leah, as much as she desperately wanted to. And Sabine too, Sabine was so strong, but she'd been hacked - and she'd seen something that night as well, something harrowing.

There was also the fact that lately, when April stared in the mirror, she didn't recognize herself - she didn't recognize her body. She flinched when people referred to her in conversation by things other than her name and she didn't have the mental space to know why. At night, in her dreams, she saw that same nightmare replaying over and over again - saw Magneto's helmet on her head, saw herself transformed into something else, something horrible.

She had just finished an assignment for one of her science courses with less than ten minutes to spare until they had to meet up with Ed. She was jittery with nerves and caffeine and sugar as she changed into a nondescript gym outfit - gray yoga pants, matching sports bra, and a hoodie. "You ready?" she asked Mads, dark shadows under her eyes, as she cracked open an energy drink and began to sip it.

With her other hand, she sent off some texts rapid fire:

@Sabine, @Leah

See you both soon!! xoxo

@Danni, @Dori

You two ready??? Mads and I are leaving soon!!

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Percy Novikov

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Location: Stark Hall - Fifth Floor
Skills: Omnilingualism
Fit: ~Academy Uniform Lol~

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Percy's roommate had more or less officially withdrawn from the school at this point, leaving him with a single. However, while he would have enjoyed his own room's environment much more, he also understood that one of the expected functions of a boyfriend was to spend time in Dorian's room. So after packing his bags for a brief visit to see his moms for the upcoming Thanksgiving break, he had taken his laptop and gone over to Dorian's room, dutifully typing away at an essay he was writing on the Odyssey for a class. He was currently typing the essay out in a bizarre mixture of Russian, English, and Ancient Greek - he'd edit it all into one concise language later on.

He understood the importance of tonight's training session, but he wasn't particularly stressed about it. He wore his same academy uniform as always, and he glanced at his watch, frowning slightly before hitting save on his document and closing the laptop's lid. He left the laptop on the desk, just in its proper place, before turning to his boyfriend. "Πρέπει να πάμε," he said, his mind still stuck in Greek. "Apologies - we should go," he then repeated, standing up to leave and putting his blazer back on, before offering a hand to Dorian.

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@PatientBean@Blizz@Kirah@KazAlkemi

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Earth-666

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@Nallore@Blizz@Trainerblue192: Wong cast spells quickly on the fly, in an attempt to dispell the god that had grabbed you, JackInTheMax. But it was too little too late. The pentagram was still powered, the bleed between realities continuing. And as Wong went to cast another spell to aid you, he found himself in mortal peril - a swarm of imps descended upon him, a small legion, so many that as they circled him, he was entirely blocked from view.

Ananym coughed, strange green blood trailing down her face. She was burned heavily now, her wounds healing yes, but it was slow. She looked like she was a corpse pulled from the flames, her hair gone, her clothes thick with the stench of smoke. If her actions had started an Inferno, even she was not spared from the flames.

But she still spoke with your father's voice. "I have no right? I have every right. I was born to rule Limbo. I was born to burn your precious, pathetic little world to the ground," Ananym taunted. "I was born to destroy everything. Just like you were. You were afraid of your destiny. But I'm not!"

And with a cry, electricity filled Ananym's hands, and she grabbed you, electrocuting her foe. But she was not immune to her own attack, her charred flesh cracking from the power, as she leaned forward, sinking her teeth into your neck and biting down hard, hard enough to draw blood.

@KazAlkemi@Nallore: Zelma had just finished helping Carolina to find a banishment scroll, the magic imbued into the parchment itself so that way anyone could cast it, even those without a shred of magical talent. When she glanced up at your remark, her face paled rapidly. "Don't touch that!" she snapped, harsher than she intended. "That's Pandora's box. Inside is Hope - with a capital H Hope. The very concept itself. If you open it... There's no telling what will happen."

Carolina, you however, would see a vision flicker before her eyes - a vision of Annika opening the box, of a blinding white light consuming Ananym, consuming herself.

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Runa the Grey

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Location: New York City
Skills: N/A
Spells: N/A

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"Aye," Runa said. Her word was her bond. They had met her challenge, had accomplished her task. They had done what Thor could not do - what the best of Asgard had been unable to do. Perhaps there was something worth saving here - perhaps these lives were worth preserving. She had not been able to see the horn run dry, but she had felt it - had felt Prudence's careful spell, her magic. And Klara, gentle Klara, she was too innocent for lies. She was not like Runa - and would never be like her.

So this was their task then. Their task was to help - to aid. The restoration of the veil was paramount. They bowed their head slightly, their cape billowing behind them, as they called upon their magics - their magics as Sorcerer Supreme of this time, and of another. And they chanted not in the tongue of Midgardians, but in the All-Tongue - in the language of the Asgardians, of the gods.

"Through heart and soul of the Fifth Eternity, the world hears my call,
Invaders from horizons unbound, and hunters of the frail,
In the name of Agamotto, son of Oshtur, the Earth rejects your might,
May the Divide of the Cosmos stand tall, and never fall to ruin,
Lest we wither and lament the endless war of chaos everlasting.

May those who trespass these sacred bounds mourn their fate,
And the wicked from lands unseen be banished from whence they came,
The land, the sky, and the soul of Life defy the Great Beyond,
By decree of the Sorcerer Supreme, none shall trespass upon this Veil."

The last fragment.

The final piece.

The veil, renewed.

To those able to see, the pentagram up in the skies would dissipate - the colliding worlds would vanish.

Yet Ananym remained.

Her demons remained.

New York was still threatened - the veil repaired, but still fragile, still weak. Still in need of defense.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Lotus Hotel and Casino
Skills: Archery

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Nancy cursed under her breath in Latin. Of course the fucking grody ass bitch of a giant had to show up NOW. At least there was one thing that she and Porphyrion agreed on - Leandra's uselessness. Had situations been different, she might have gossiped with him about everything Leandra had ever done that was incompetent at best and sabotage at worst.

A certain focus came over her, one that she found in battle - that she found when death was on the line. She was used to fighting as a unit, as a group - but in this host of Greeks, that wasn't an option. They were all individual fighters, they didn't know Roman strategies and maneuvers. So Nancy would have to adapt to them. The party god was sent flying, again something that she found it difficult to show sympathy for. Let him rot. He was no better than Bacchus.

Demetri restrained the giant, and Nancy's bow - Kallisto's bow - materialized in her hands. She offered up a prayer to Diana, that the Huntress would guide her hand, and she fired off glowing arrow after glowing arrow. Three arrows lodged themself in the giant's chest, a fourth missing.

But she would do this.

They would do this.

For Mads.

For Mads.

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🌈👻 Leda Storm 👻🌈

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Location: Tartarus
Skills: N/A

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Sera was there, too - Leda had almost forgotten about her. She was Kiera's sister, yes, but they had just met the demigod - had just ended up picking her up on their quest, replacing the spot that had been meant for Arthur. She didn't mean any ill will by it, she just didn't know Sera very well - and in the process of, well, dying her thoughts had been elsewhere. But before Leda could even properly answer, could begin to explain what she knew about Tartarus and the doors, the connection dropped.

Leda smiled ruefully. The gods could only help their children so much. She ought to be grateful Iris did that much for her.

"Thanks, Mum - 'preciate it," Leda murmured, a soft prayer. She collected her thoughts, though, and turned her attention back to Mads. "All the monsters down here, they'll be heading for the Doors. If we follow 'em, we should find them - find our way out," she explained. But then guilt quietly enveloped her. Mads hadn't gotten to say a word. "I can try to ring someone for you, if you'd like? Mum might let us make a second call, she's pretty chill... usually."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: Asteroid M
Skills: Telepathy
~Fit Check~

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There wasn't much else that Guin could do. She was beyond spent, beyond exhaustion. She couldn't taste her tongue and her head was ringing, and she had a sneaking suspicion that if she held a hand to her ears, she would pull it away slick with blood. It was only her own dazed survival instinct that got her to board the Blackbird when the circuit between them ended, that got her to collapse up against the wall, as the world felt like it was spinning around her. She didn't know if everyone had gotten off the ship in time - didn't have the capacity to think about it, to worry about it.

All she wanted was to collapse into a puddle, to sleep for about a thousand years and wake up feeling like a person again. Hopefully she'd done enough. Hopefully everyone would make it off of the Asteroid alive. But there was nothing else that she could do - no other miracles that she could perform, mutant powers or otherwise. She didn't even have the strength to use her powers to rally everyone to move a little faster, to take their actions a little quicker.

Distantly, she hoped that Pietro would be there soon - that she could close her eyes and just trust that he'd catch her if she fell.

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Neil Spellman

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Location: the Asteroid
Skills: Telekinesis
~Fit Check~

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Time was almost up. Max had worked some miracles, but it wasn't enough. Neil didn't need to be psychic to know that the Blackbird wasn't full, that there were still stragglers on the station, waiting for rescue. But they couldn't save everyone. Their heart sank, even as they did what they could. Even as they used their telekinesis to reinforce, to protect - to keep the Blackbird safe, to prevent the hangar from closing in around them.

They wondered if Cortez would be pleased - if the game was still considered won. They wondered why it always had to be like this, why mutants could never know peace, could never have a home. The mansion wasn't a home either - not for everyone. The asteroid, Genosha... It had all been taken away. All lost. Leaving the mutants wandering, separated - leaving them vulnerable.

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@PatientBean@Blizz@Kirah@KazAlkemi

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Earth-666

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@Nallore@Blizz@Trainerblue192: You, JackInTheMax, had replaced three corners of the pentagram with Everdark energy, displacing the babies to the Sanctum Santorum. One of the babes has been transfigured into a demon. It is permanent. Its soul burns every brighter, the corruption spreading deeper as the pentagram kicks into overdrive - as the forces of Limbo fall from the sky onto the Earth. You can see other realms now - Asgard, Helheim, the Dark Dimension - all of them bound for collision, all of them fated to come undone.

Most disturbing, though, is the heavy breathing - the breath of old gods forgotten by time, sealed away in another dimension. The Elder Gods are almost free.

"We need to shut this thing off now!" Wong exclaimed. "I'm sorry!" he then added, pain clear in his eyes, as he conjured up blades of pure energy.

And slaughtered the remaining babes.

Their souls were gone, no longer powering the pentagram - it began to flicker and pulse, struggling to maintain its form, feeding off of the Everdark. A hand made of wind and dust closes around you, JackInTheMax - the hand of a god, reaching from its prison to crush you.

On the ground, Ananym let out a primal scream - her body had already healed the wound you'd given her, Madalyne, it was indignity that she screamed for. But her scream was not her own. No, she screamed with your father's voice - she screamed with Ed's voice. She unfurled the wings from her back and shot up into the sky after you, spitting venom, as she continued to use his voice - as she taunted you and your pain.

"You're human now, hmm?" Edus!Ananym taunted. "Pathetic. I'll be doing you a favor when I kill you - I'll use your spine to build my throne."

@KazAlkemi: You abandon the streets of the city, retreating into the relative safety of the Sanctum Santorum. Zelma has temporarily set aside her crossbow, instead rapidly figuring out the basics of infant care - she'd never babysat before, and most things inside the Sanctum Santorum at not child proof. The space is emanating with raw magic, pulsing off of thousands of artifacts contained within. Perhaps you have an idea of what you need - or perhaps it is simply power that calls you.

An ornate box with Greek markings catches your eye - it rests on a pedestal, with a single word carved into the stone below to mark it: Πανδώρα.

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Runa the Grey

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Location: New York City
Skills: N/A
Spells: N/A

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Runa was not surprised that Prudence had been unable to drain the horn.

She was, however, impressed that Annika managed to pinpoint the reason why in advance of Klara's explanation. The horn was connected to the ocean to their east, the one that the Midgardians called the Atlantic. However, even with that knowledge, Annika's conclusion was incorrect. Runa did not wish for them to drain the ocean - such a thing was impossible. She wanted them to drain the horn. And as to that end, their efforts had yet to persuade her that she ought to rally to their cause. She expected more.

Not even Klara, as much as Runa was filled with pride as she recited their histories, made the effort that Runa expected. She could hear as the child drank from the horn, salt-water filling her mouth. She did not drain it. How could she? Even Thor had been unable to drain the sea, had failed at this task. If they were to persuade her that this time, this place, that this reality - that all of reality was worth preserving.

"Drain the horn," Runa reiterated. "I will not ask it again."

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Lotus Hotel and Casino
Skills: N/A

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Nancy stared at Leandra, her eyes twitching as she contemplated what to do. Her adrenaline hadn't gone down yet, and a tempest of emotions were rippling through her body, most of them rage - most of them anger, hatred, aggression. Leandra couldn't die. But at least it seemed she couldn't regenerate body parts - couldn't grow another tongue. Nancy would never have to hear her again - would never have to suffer through another conversation with Cupid's daughter.

And then her head snapped to the side, snapped as Demetri started going on and on about prophecies, about how they needed to talk to Leandra. Nancy was sick of prophecies. She hated it, hated those glimpses of the future. It was nothing more than a curse, nothing more than another way to be hurt. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him that he didn't need to fret so much about prophecies, that things would happen the way they'd happen and then it would be over. But more importantly, she couldn't stand to have Leandra in her sight.

"We'll tie her up and bring her back to Ne- to Camp Half-blood to face justice. Again."

She had no doubts as to how Leandra's second trial would go.

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🌈👻 Leda Storm 👻🌈

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Location: Tartarus
Skills: N/A

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From the grainy image, Leda immediately recognized Kiera's surroundings - she was back in New York, back in the city. She was safe. Relief filled her, as much as her dead body could have an emotional response. "I'm in Tartarus, luv - not sure how, really, I ought to be in Elysium by now. There's another girl here with me, the Roman leader - Madalyne." Leda then hesitated, not really sure what to say - could she ask for Kiera to come for her? Maybe they could meet up at the Doors of Death, find their way on out?

"I'm definitely dead but... I'm okay, I think. Nothing's broken. Well. Nothing on me now. I don't know why I'm in the Pit, but... Well, not to get your hopes up, but there's a chance I could just pop out through the Doors of Death? Come back to life and all? Hades won't be thrilled, but I bet he'd have too much paperwork to handle. How are things up there? The quests all complete?"

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

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@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu

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9:40 PM - Sun. October 31st, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

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Trick or Treat 2023 Records

• Mary Sue - Trick - Her backpack was stolen in the library! She'll have to replace her laptop/books/etc.
• Vicky - Trick - Through a misunderstanding with a teacher (Usagi) Vicky has detention for the entire month of November
• Sabine - Trick - someone hacked Sabine’s socials and put up some disgusting, bigoted content pretending to be her
• Andy - Treat - Magneto sends her a gift, it’s a pair of vambraces that fit her perfectly, they’re made out of an unknown material and can deflect bullets and the like
• Zari - Treat - On Halloween morning, Zari also gets a present from her family. It’s an enchanted tool belt. Whatever tool she needs if she reaches for it, it’s there
• Leah - Trick - After the Monster Mash when Leah returns to her room, there is a postcard on the wall from Oslo. Written on it is her birth name. Nothing else.
• Dorian - Treat - On Halloween day, Dorian’s father sends him a ~spooky~ gift. It’s a mini dinosaur! And by mini I mean like 6 inches tall. But it’s alive!

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Forsythe: Back at the Margaret Carter Institute and released from the jar, Cassie quickly grew back to a normal size - she'd ingested Pym Particles, giving her the ability to shrink or grow at will. Her parents hadn't been exactly thrilled when she'd revealed that fact to them. "I have nooo idea," Cassie grumbled. "Hold on, my phone's blowing up," she said, before seeing she had a bunch of missed messages and calls - one of which was from her sister.

@Vicky

im fine, where are you?? omfg ill be there asap where are you??

Cassie grimaced, her face unusually pale. "I'm so sorry, but I gotta go - I'll catch up with you all later, bye!!" she shouted, before taking off at a run out of the dance.

"What the hell?" Kate muttered.

America nodded in agreement, although she frowned slightly as she glanced over at Zelda, but didn't say why, keeping those thoughts to herself.

@Blizz@PatientBean: Before Ser Nemo and Darius could come to check on Sabine and Leah, Sabine had already swept out of the room.

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April Flynn & Percy Novikov

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Location: Stark Hall - Fourth Floor / Stark Hall - Fifth Floor
Skills: N/A
Costume: Perfuma from She-Ra | the Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who

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Hearing what Mads said only made April feel worse - only made her feel weaker. She shouldn't have shattered from seeing that, she shouldn't have been broken by that... that vision. Mads had it worse than her. She didn't have the right to be upset when Mads was an actual demon, was actually cursed with an infernal bloodline, actually could be called a monster (not that April would ever do such a thing). Her own fears and hurt were made invalid in Mads' presence, and it didn't bring her comfort or joy or peace. It only made her want to disappear more, to wish that she could take it all back - that she wouldn't be pulling attention and sympathy right now, sympathy that she did not deserve.

Danni's words were a little more healing, but they were offset already by April's determination to force these feelings aside, to diminish her own pain as if trauma was a competition, as if one person suffering more meant that another couldn't suffer at all. "I'm fine, I'm fine," April repeated, softly, but her voice a little firmer - as if she could convince herself it was true. "It was... it was just a lot, but I'm... I'm all good now and... yeah! I'm so so good. The goodest." Her laugh at Danni's joke was weak, but at least she managed one. At least she was able to begin to gaslight herself even just a little bit.

Meanwhile, a floor down, Percy couldn't help but feel grateful for Dorian's understanding - it was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He had expected some pushback, some pleading, some hopeful puppy dog eyes - not because Dorian had done those things, but because everyone outside from his family had done those things. It had been the same at his old school, where people tried to get him to do things that he couldn't do, things that didn't make sense - they tried to make his brain operate on a wavelength he just couldn't function on.

"Coffee - maybe with something stronger," Percy mused, at Dorian's offer of a drink - he had acquired some alcohol and kept it hidden in his room. Spiking the coffee with it would be nice. And with all the teachers busy with the dance, he wouldn't need to worry about Firestorm potentially catching him. He knew logically he was too young to drink - but he didn't care. He had his vices.

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

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@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@PatientBean@Blizz@Kirah@KazAlkemi

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Earth-666

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@Blizz: You must think yourself very clever, as you summon on the forces of your unnatural realm, of that place of shadows. The energy pulsing off of the pentagram is immense, your skin buzzing from proximity, your cells beginning to decay. It is no easy feat - the creation of the portal is trivial, the veil disintegrating more and more rapidly by the second. One more hole in it is easily made. The portal appears. The energy begins to drain, to travel into the Everdark, into the land.

The land to which you are intimately connected.

Your body spasms, suddenly beyond your control, as the demonic energies pulse into your soul. You begin to burn up, your teeth loosening, your canines falling out in your mouth, as your hair rapidly grays and then withers away, your body prematurely aged to a man of 80 years - your knees brittle, your legs weak. Each breath is agony, each breath is pain.

Your vision is dim, your hearing almost gone - but not so much that you cannot hear her.

That you cannot hear Ananym whisper, appearing next to you in a blaze - "Jackass, your meat looks... bad."

If this is what has happened to you, what has become of the Everdark?

You have seconds to live - seconds before you fade away.

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Runa the Grey

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Location: New York City
Skills: N/A
Spells: Elder Futhark Runes (ōþila)

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Runa considered them, considered their pleas - considered Prudence's request that she make this choice for herself, that she not choose on behalf of the god she had created, of Those Who Sit Above in Shadows. They tilted their head towards the sky, even though their eyes were long since gone - they reflected on what would they want, if they were able to choose. For so long, Runa had existed, had existed for their god - had existed to prevent Ragnarok, to break all the cycles, all the chains. And in doing so, they had bound themself - had restrained themself, had accepted the curse as a curse and not as an opportunity, a chance. It was not a curse that they could shed, not one that could be transferred to another - they shook their head at Carolina's suggestion.

"Very well," Runa said, before drawing a rune and casting it. This question, they had decided, would be settled in the manners of their culture - of their people. Their companions may have forgotten it, but they were first and foremost an Asgardian goddess. Their aid could not be won lightly. There had been a time when the gods meddled in the affairs of Midgard openly, when her uncle fought to protect it - and the price had been high, the tragedy brought upon the Odinson heavy.

The rune shimmered, before a horn appeared in Runa's hand - a drinking horn. It was a familiar weight. Perhaps Klara would recognize it, if her father had told her this tale. "I will give you my portion of Stephen's mantle, of his soul - if you can drink dry this horn." The challenge was open for any.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: Asteroid M
Skills: Telepathy
~Fit Check~

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Guin nodded somewhat absentmindedly at Pietro's request for her to not overdo it, right before he rushed back off into the fray. That would've been the smart play - it would've been the good thing for her to do in terms of her own health and wellbeing. She had pushed herself to her limits and a little bit beyond, drained and weak from connecting with so many minds at once. She watched as people rushed in from portals and the hallways, as they hurried onto the Blackbird, as Mira got the ship prepared to take off. Slowly, Guin rose to her feet on shaking legs, as Lance came up to her, talking about head counts.

Not everyone was there. They were missing people. And Guin felt like she would vomit up blood if she tried to reach out telepathically again, but how could she not? How could she not push herself more and more when lives were on the line? Everyone on the asteroid - well, almost everyone - deserved to live, deserved to get on the Blackbird and make their way home. None of them deserved to die for Cortez's disgusting game. Maybe Exodus. But no one else.

"Shit. I'll reach out, tell them to hurry their asses back here," Guin told Lance, before smiling slightly at Carolina and shaking her head. "Just help get people onboard."

At Max's plan though, Guin resisted the urge to roll her eyes - barely. But she couldn't help but be mildly offended, that he was acting like there were no possible telepaths around, and she was right there. Maybe it was out of compassion that he didn't ask her to do it, but she didn't care. She wasn't weak. She wiped her nose, dislodging a mixture of wet and dried blood, before taking unshaky steps forward. "I'm in." Did she trust him and his crazy plan? No. But if it saved lives... she had to try.

Roll Request

Guin will fulfill the telepath role in Max's plan.

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Neil Spellman

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

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They felt ill as Pietro whisked them to the hangar, as they made it to the Blackbird, dragging Anne Cortez along. She hadn't woken up yet thankfully, just a silent shell that Neil made sure made it onto the plane, even as they would have shed no tears over leaving her behind. And even though the world was still spinning a bit, Neil did their best to help others - to usher people onto the Blackbird, helping those who needed assistance, and trying to find seats for everyone. The ship hadn't been intended for a hundred mutants - but it would have to do.

Then Max suggested an ancient ritual, and Neil's chest filled with hope. Of course Max knew some deep magic! He must know how to save everyone at once on the ship, probably even safely teleport them down to Earth through some pocket dimension lost to time. They grinned slightly at the thought, at the realization that they could do this - that the X-Men would save everyone that day.

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

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@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu

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9:30 PM - Sun. October 31st, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

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Trick or Treat 2023 Records

• Mary Sue - Trick - Her backpack was stolen in the library! She'll have to replace her laptop/books/etc.
• Vicky - Trick - Through a misunderstanding with a teacher (Usagi) Vicky has detention for the entire month of November
• Sabine - Trick - someone hacked Sabine’s socials and put up some disgusting, bigoted content pretending to be her
• Andy - Treat - Magneto sends her a gift, it’s a pair of vambraces that fit her perfectly, they’re made out of an unknown material and can deflect bullets and the like
• Zari - Treat - On Halloween morning, Zari also gets a present from her family. It’s an enchanted tool belt. Whatever tool she needs if she reaches for it, it’s there
• Leah - Trick - After the Monster Mash when Leah returns to her room, there is a postcard on the wall from Oslo. Written on it is her birth name. Nothing else.
• Dorian - Treat - On Halloween day, Dorian’s father sends him a ~spooky~ gift. It’s a mini dinosaur! And by mini I mean like 6 inches tall. But it’s alive!

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@Nallore@BlueSky44: "Yeah, don't mention it," Kate said, breathing a little bit heavily from the adrenaline. She blushed ever so slightly, before turning her attention back to their current problems. "So... we are still down one Cassie. And I've no idea where America and Link went off to. And the dog is gone." She frowned, feeling particularly betrayed by Buttons. Lucky the Pizza Dog would never have done something to her like that.

A moment later though, a portal was punched open and America, with Zelda in tow and a jar, fell on through.

"Hey babes!" America said with a grin. "We found Cassie. Making a quick exit."

She then punched open another portal - this one leading to the school gym, and motioned for everyone to go on through. "Emphasis on quick. I don't think the King likes us."

Kate raised an eyebrow, before jumping on through the portal. "Don't tell me you got us banned from freaking Camelot!"

@Forsythe: While her external communications had been disabled, that didn't prevent Vicky from monitoring her surroundings. She would notice that Cassie's phone was once again pinging the cell towers in their area - that whatever had happened to her that night, it seemed she had returned. Or at least, her device had.

@Blizz@PatientBean: Everything happened incredibly quickly. Leah moved to strike, to kill the beast and save her girlfriend. Sabine managed to calm Marrok, showing Marrok happy moments for the first time in their existence. Leah's strike with the sword was perfection, as if the blade was an extension of herself, the strange metal resonating with her fury. She speared Marrok through the mouth, the blade traveling upwards and through Marrok's skull, killing the werewolf.

Their surroundings then dissipated around them like smoke, yet what felt like grief would cling to them, would infect their minds, as they would find themselves back at the Monster Mash - back at the dance, with a werewolf's carcass at their feet.

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April Flynn & Percy Novikov

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Location: Stark Hall - Fourth Floor / Stark Hall - Fifth Floor
Skills: N/A
Costume: Perfuma from She-Ra | the Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who

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Percy's face wrinkled up into a snarl as Danni booped him on the nose. "Don't," he hissed, looking almost like a cat about to bite if touched once more. Perhaps if he had felt less exhausted, less like shit, it would be easier to be on good behavior - to remember that Danni was very dear to Dorian. But right now, all Percy could think about was how he desperately needed to lie down, to curl himself around a water bottle and sip very slowly, to not be perceived by any other living souls. Teddy wasn't around today thankfully, so he'd have the dorm room to himself.

He had no interest in a cuddle pile - the thought made him want to rip off his skin. He didn't like physical contact. He didn't understand it, didn't know why Dorian's friends all liked to pile into a giant writhing heap of bodies. Percy valued his personal space to an extreme. He turned to look at Dorian, and Percy shook his head. "I can't... I can't do that. All those people..." he murmured, using all his willpower to be gentle, to not snap and take out his exhaustion on his boyfriend. Dorian was suffering too - he couldn't even walk much, just as exhausted as Percy felt.

Meanwhile, April had the cup of water from the communal bathrooms cupped in her hands, the water shaking choppily not from the movement of her body but from her powers, like a small sea storm was happening within the paper cup. The next thing she knew, Danni was there - beautiful, sweet, brilliant Danni. He wrapped around her almost like a snake, like a protector. And something loosened her lips, something made her body connect through the tears, enough for her to say the word - to say what it was she'd seen.

"Magneto," she whispered, like speaking a curse. "I was him.... I became... I became him..." April confessed, the water in the cup shooting upwards towards the ceiling, hitting it, and then crashing back down onto them, dousing them on the bed. She hated herself for being so weak. She hated herself.

She hated herself.