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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 Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🌈👻 Leda Storm 👻🌈
Location: Tartarus
Skills: N/A
Leda chuckled slightly. "Careful there, my girl might get jealous," she said, wondering for a brief moment if Kiera was the jealous type. It sent a little thrill through her to contemplate. She found herself hoping she was. "But to answer your question, I s'pose so? As good as one can sleep in, well, hell." The demigod dreams were standard, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to let her mind stress about too much. It wouldn't do her any good. Dreams had a way of only making sense after it was too late anyways.

Leda sat down next to Mads, grabbing one of the rabbits and tearing into it. It didn't taste amazing - they didn't have any seasonings down here, but food was food. It warmed her stomach as it went down, and gave her a little more energy - not that she was sure she even needed to eat anymore. Being a ghost was weird and confusing. She needed some sort of a handbook for the recently deceased. "Mmm... Well, assuming 'course that I somehow return to life, I'm going to snog the hell out of my girlfriend. And do some other stuff, too. I've already got the rabbit - just need the wand, if you catch my drift. And yourself?"

☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Camp Half-blood
Skills: N/A
Nancy heard the twig snap and turned on her heel, bowstring drawn back, arrow knocked and ready. The woods had monsters kept within them for hunting - good practice for demigods, and part of the reason why Nancy ventured into them for her morning therapy. As much as her entire world had been turned upside down, Nancy wasn't intending on dying. She thought her father would keep his word - that her soul would be spared the damnation of the Underworld, the endless torture, both parties and punishments, and that she'd instead be turned into a tree. But a tree at Camp Half-blood was not what she had in mind.

It was a cyclops.

Just a cyclops.

He seemed friendly.

Slowly, Nancy eased her grip on the bowstring, lowering the bow down to her side. "...Hi," Nancy said, the numbness she felt slowly evolving into awkwardness and uncertainty. Was the cyclops part of the Camp? She couldn't remember. She'd been so focused on Rome and Mads, she hadn't really gone out of her way to meet more of the Greeks than necessary. Her gaze briefly darted through to where the trees thinned somewhat, letting her see some Greek campers enjoying the beach, the sound. Was this a trick? Did they stock cyclopses in the woods?

She plastered on a brave face, smiling as she tilted her head slightly. "I'm fantastic. What about yourself? You building a tiny house?" she asked, referring to the branches in his hands.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: X-Mansion
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
Guin had to resist the urge to roll her eyes and explain to Jean how her own powers worked - that even if Mary wasn't letting her in, she could just skim through the surface thoughts of others present, looking for glimpses of Mary. Maybe Guin wasn't giving Jean enough credit, but she felt like crawling out of her skin, and interacting with Scott and Jean wasn't helping things at all. Especially because they were being vague as shit and overly dramatic about everything, like they were right ahout to walk onto the set of a soap opera.

"Can we just skip the drama and get to it?" Guin asked, crossing her arms. She didn't see why they needed to fuss over all of this, or why they were being so weird about whatever message this was. If they could just go ahead and explain what they knew, they'd be closer to get to the bottom of this situation anyways - and closer to the two former X-Men leaving the mansion.

Runa couldn't help but smile slightly at Lance's trick - he was a quiet soul, just like her. He didn't make grand sweeping gestures or displays of affection. He showed his care in little ways, tiny little things that were for Runa and Runa alone. She looked in his direction for a moment, hoping that he would see her thanks in the glance, before lifting the can to her lips and taking a sip - soda was strange, a symphony of syrups and bubbles, a sensation that wasn't quite like any other. She couldn't drink too much of it without feeling ill, but she did enjoy it.

"Oh, it will explode?" Runa tilted her head, confused. Nothing explosive had happened when Lance subtly cracked it open for her. "Is that normal for your drinks?"

The conversation then drifted to a member of the X-Men who hadn't been around for a few days, but Runa wasn't concerned. A few days was such a short period of time, she hardly noticed its passing.
Avery Spellman
Location: X-Mansion
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
Avery flushed pink at Carolina's question - it was one that most people in their life had been tiptoeing around, leaving them without any practice answering it. Truthfully, the experience of having a completely new body was odd... If anything, it made Avery feel less connected to their physical form, to their flesh. They felt these days more like a spirit inhabiting a puppet, a soul hidden behind skin and bone and hair and blood. There were moments where they wished that they didn't have a body at all, that they weren't burdened with one.

And of course, when they looked in the mirror, they startled sometimes, not used to the reflection looking back at them.

But the strange thing was, Avery didn't want to return to their old form. This was new and strange but at the same time, it felt right - more so than their flesh had felt before. It was a chance to really determine who they were, to start fresh, to discover who they wanted to be. They weren't the nervous boy from New York that they'd been. Not anymore.

"It's...weird," Avery admitted. "I don't always recognize myself. Sometimes when I see my reflection, I'm a stranger. But... I'm still me, on the inside - I'd be the same person no matter what my body was... Is it... is it weird for you?"
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
??? - Tue. November 23rd, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute
@BlueSky44@Kirah: Whether or not Usagi had been a robot the entire time, Andy wouldn't really know - and Zari, her brain a bit addled still, didn't seem to be processing the information well. Had she been able to focus, she might've told Andy that Usagi had been a robot the entire time she'd known her - and that the same was true for others at the academy.

Should they decide to leave the basement and go find their way back to the others, they'll notice an elevator to their left - maybe not an amazing idea with Arcade around - and a staircase to the right. No one is stopping them, no one else had come to fight them. But there could still be more threats lurking around the corner, so being cautious might be for the best.

@Patientbean@Trainerblue192@Natsu: Gideon wished that she could challenge the pixelated ghost to an arm wrestling match right now. It felt like no matter where she looked, nothing was happening. This is why she didn't play video games - they were boring! She groaned, half stomping from the kitchen to the dining room. "Still no one around? Yay. I love that for me," she muttered, missing the sound of footsteps coming from above. "Just kill me already, ghost - if you're real, do SOMETHING!"

Meanwhile in the twin bedroom, Dorian & co were investigating the music box. No one had played it yet, so they didn't have an idea as to the music it would play. But given Sabine's information that the box is cursed and connected to the haunting, perhaps leaving it alone would be the best move for survival. And while everyone could hear Gideon from across the house, Sabine and Mary Sue would both hear soft footsteps coming from upstairs.
April Flynn & Percy Novikov
Location: the Framework - BG3 | Tears of the Kingdom -> Mario Party 8
Skills: N/A | Omnilingualism
Fit: Mipha -> Princess Peach | Gith Rogue
Zelda knocked Dark Link back with her hammer, a skill and confidence that April had never seen before in her sister blossoming. She was squinting, barely able to comprehend what was happening, as Vicky stood in front of her... protecting her. It warmed her heart just as much as it burned her with shame - that she wasn't protecting herself, that someone else was risking their life for her. "Is he...?" April began to ask, before Dark Link sprang upwards, his sword propelling him forward like a chopper.

Right into Vicky.

April gasped, her heart freezing... time seemed to slow to a crawl, Vicky only had one life left, just one life between her and death...

... And somehow, Vicky timed it perfectly - her sword clashing against dark Link's in a grudge, the identical blades reverberating and shaking and cracking and disintegrating, just as dark Link fell apart before their eyes...

"...dead?" April squeaked out.

But before she could even properly look, reality shifted - the landscape of Legend of Zelda replaced with a cliff side, where strange ropes or cords or wires were facing them, alongside a giant, floating pair of scissors. At their feet was a circular platform, and April's stomach dropped. She knew this game.

"Oh my god we are so fucked!"

A 10 second timer appeared, floating in the air. And April, dressed once again as Princess Peach, found herself compelled to choose - to point to one of the cords. She shut her eyes, her heart pounding furiously - this was her last life, if she died, she died. If she died like this, then...

No.

She wasn't ready to admit that yet. Not even here, on death's doorstep.

She pointed to the sixth cord.

The scissors cut.

An eternity seemed to pass.

Nothing happened, and April felt her feet release, as she scurried off of the platform, her head pounding. She didn't even look to see if Zelda or Vicky were next - to see who was about to die.

Chi Mai took a deep breath, staring at Leah for a second as she was finally freed from the pod - only to be told to stay there, being accused of being some sort of trick by Ed, whoever the fuck that was. She glanced around the room quickly, seeing the walls made of organs, the blood covering her friends and some randos, and something snapped in her. "cái quái gì đang thực sự xảy ra vậy!!!!"

She didn't listen to Leah's warning, scrambling out of the pod. And while Chi Mai wasn't aware, she didn't look exactly like herself - her ears were elven and pointy, and she had on some tattered, princess like robes. Her skin was a deep blue, and in her hands was a strange object, a dodecahedron of sorts with strange, sharp edges.

"i fucking hate this shit!!"

Mads missed her eldritch blast, her aim poor. Diana, however, was much more lucky - she managed to loose three or so arrows into her cultist, killing her opponent. And as for the final cultist, they met a fiery end by Danni's hands [see Achro's next post!].

Percy, meanwhile, was panting heavily, incredibly winded - his lungs felt like they were burning, as he made his way on over to Leah, staring at the newcomer with confusion. Was she an NPC programmed into the game by Arcade? Leah seemed to know her - and he had caught her screaming a few moments ago, asking what was going on. By instinct, he slipped into the language she used - Vietnamese.

"chúng tôi đang chiến đấu với những kẻ sùng bái bên trong một cơ quan khổng lồ. tất nhiên, nếu bạn chỉ đơn giản là một chương trình thì bạn đã biết điều đó rồi."

"một... chương trình???"

Chi Mai looked around her, trying to see if anyone would help her. "Listen, if someone doesn't start making sense, then I'm going to make heads start popping."

Percy frowned, glancing at Diana for a brief second - was this part of the game? - before doing the sensible thing.

He punched Chi Mai in the face.

And somehow, this was enough to knock her out cold.






In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🌈👻 Leda Storm 👻🌈
Location: Tartarus
Skills: N/A
Tartarus was strange.

The strangest thing about it was how normal it was. She was on the run from monsters, fighting for her life (afterlife?) with a fellow demigod at her side. She didn't necessarily know where she would sleep next or where they'd get the supplies they needed, but that was always true of quests. And the dreams, the dreams were all the same - the dreams she'd been having her entire life, ominous whispers of the future, fragments of conversations that Leda couldn't begin to understand. If she hadn't known she was dead, it would have been all too easy to think of this as just another quest - that she was still a living, breathing demigod, and not a shade.

She smelled the crackling flames, slowly rousing her from her sleep. It might have been night - or maybe it was day. It was hard to tell here - the sky was always the same, an inky blackness. And it seemed like they were no closer to finding the Doors of Death than they had been at the start. "Please tell me it's not bugs for food again," Leda grumbled, opening her eyes.

☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Camp Half-blood
Skills: N/A
Time had moved both quickly and not at all, the days melting and blurring together into an indistinct soup of dread and unease. The minutes stretched into hours and morphed into weeks and seconds, a nauseating internal whiplash that left Nancy spiraling, scrambling for any sense of security, of certainty. She threw herself into her duties as the sole praetor of the Legion when she could, but even when her mind was focused her body remembered - invisible tremors shook her, a howling pit demanding attention, a thousand gentle pricks of a blade lacerating her flesh, leaving her marked. If Niah and Mads were a part of her soul, then a void had been left behind in Mads' absence, a black hole that threatened to pull and pull and pull.

Sleep was the worst of it. When Nancy was not actively working towards the betterment of New Rome or Mads' rescue - when there was nothing to be done, she would stare off into space. She would study the wall of one of the Camp buildings, imagining Mads' face in the grain, twisted and trapped.

But sometimes Nancy would see herself instead - would see herself under the spell of the Casino, would see the men from that night, would see the blood that had stained her fingers.

So on the day of Leandra's trial, with Mads' rescue looming nearer and nearer, Nancy had woken up before the sun. She took the bow that her aunt had gifted her and quietly walked to the woods. It had become part of her routine, to loose arrows here while the sky was still painted soft reds and pinks. It was quiet and still, far away from the archery range, away from the rest of Camp - where Nancy could breathe a little easier, and the pain in her chest lessened just a bit.

She had been at it for hours when she finally put down the bow, and she stared at nothing in particular, her eyes unfocused, letting her see blurs of green and brown from the swaying trees. There were tears in her eyes, but she felt nothing at all. Just numb.

Her body grieved when she could not.

In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: X-Mansion
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
Guin wasn't exactly surprised to see Scott and Jean at the front steps of the mansion - they weren't around as often as they used to be, but members of the previous team line-up still dropped in from time to time. Once an X-Man, always an X-Man (although, other superhero groups tended to have this problem as well - such as the Avengers).

She wouldn't describe herself as being thrilled to see them either - she wasn't particularly close with either Scott or Jean, and she tended to find them somewhat patronizing at best. They reminded her of people who had peaked in high school, unable to move on, perpetually reliving the glory days. And they were good people too - so good that it made her roll her eyes. It'd be easier if they messed up more often, if Jean went Dark Phoenix more than just one time, but for the most part, they were Xavier's golden children.

Needless to say, Guin was neutral at best when it came to running into Scott and Jean. Pietro had dragged her along, and she hadn't fought it - in her weird funky headspace, she knew deep down it was probably for the best. She gave a half wave, half salute to Scott and Jean. "Don't you already know she's not here?" Guin pointed out bluntly, her gaze directed at Jean.
Runa was lost deep in thought, staring at the small can that Bethany had handed to her. It was a strange thing, a cylinder of sorts - when she shook it, she could hear the liquid sloshing around inside. There was no discernable way to open it - it was completely sealed on either side, without a cap to unscrew like a flask, no stopper to remove either. Just smooth, cheap metal. Discretely, Runa glanced around to see how others approached the problem, but then realized all those who had opened them had already done so. She'd been so focused on this challenge that she had missed her cousin enter the room, too, alongside Edus. "Are you enjoying yourself, cousin?" Runa asked, before quietly banging the can against the edge of the counter - perhaps that would create an opening?
Avery Spellman
Location: X-Mansion
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
"He probably looks the same," Avery reasoned with a slight laugh - babies were bald, too, after all. And their heads were somewhat mishapened and wrinkled, and their mobility was similarly limited. The main difference, they supposed, would be in attire - although it would not surprise them if they were to learn that even as a baby, Professor X wore a suit and tie.

They headed up to the attic with Carolina though, being careful not to breathe in too deeply - they figured it was probably incredibly dusty, and they didn't need to have a coughing fit. Their lungs were relatively new, but given how their deafness had transferred over to this body, Avery figured any pre-existing lung damage was there as well. They didn't need to add onto it.

In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
??? - Tue. November 23rd, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute
@BlueSky44@Kirah: Usagi thrashed and screamed as her metal parts constricted inwards, circuits misaligning and wires sparking, as Zari crushed the cat-robot alive(?). She was crumpled up like a soda can, as if someone had thrown Usagi to the ground and stomped on her, flattening her out in some places, and creating bulging dents in others. The light behind her synthetic eyes flickered, briefly turning a vibrant red, before fading away entirely with a husky "finally..."

Andy and Zari were alone now in the basement of the school's gym - just a few floors below where the Framework room was. However, Zari was still disoriented - and rather than being energizing like Andy's draining of Ardere, Zari would be feeling even more loopy and lightheaded after using her abilities on Usagi.

@Patientbean@Trainerblue192@Natsu: "Do I look like I'd aggravate the ghost?" Gideon asked pointedly, before splitting off slightly from the rest of the group - while they checked out the master and twin bedrooms, she instead went into the kitchen. She opened up cupboards and cabinets at random, letting them slam shut. There wasn't anything particularly exciting inside of them - boxes of Mac and Cheese, and some cans that were just labeled gruel. "Hey ghostie, if you're real, give me an autograph, huh?" Gideon said, laying the book out on the counter.

She stared at it, expectantly, and held up the camera. "Guess you're a coward then."

Meanwhile, in the twin bedroom, while Dorian & co didn't detect any freezing temperatures, there was a music box sitting on the dresser. It was shiny and opulent, and seemed somewhat out of place - it didn't quite match with the rest of the decor.
April Flynn & Percy Novikov
Location: the Framework - BG3 | Tears of the Kingdom
Skills: Hydrokinesis | Omnilingualism
Fit: Mipha | Gith Rogue
April had no idea at all what her sister was talking about - the only Doom she was familiar with was the ruler of Latveria and supervillain/scientist/wizard, Dr. Doom. But Zelda was going on about unlimited weapons and fighting people with a stick? However, with how frantic and anxious April was feeling, she didn't spend a lot of time dwelling on what Zelda was communicating - if she needed to know it, she'd just have to hope that Zelda would repeat it again - ideally in a way that April could understand. She was absolutely hopeless when it came to video games.

Zelda hit Dark Link over the head repeatedly with a hammer, sending him sprawling down to the ground. He gritted his teeth, and then spat out blood on the ground. "Cute," he grumbled. "You're good. But not good enough. He sprung up to his feet, and threw his grappling hook, aiming to tangle it around Zelda's legs - only for April to sent out a quick burst of water, a wave so sharp that it managed to slice through the cord, severing it.

Vicky was going on and on about something - but April didn't process it, not really. She heard it, knew that Vicky was saying things, but the words just seemed to go through one ear and out the other. April was trembling, the water she had just used to sever the grappling hook's cord freezing rapidly, creating an icy terrain between Dark Link and Zelda. "Pick on s-s-someone your own size!"

Dark Link cocked an eyebrow, before obliging April - and loosing a shock arrow.

It was so fast, she couldn't react - the arrow hit her in the midsection, piercing her with pain as it created a nasty gash, and then sent electricity coursing through her aquatic body. She screamed in intense pain, feeling herself dying - feeling her body convulse as she lost control, one of her hearts fading away, leaving her panting, out of breathe, stunned.

She had just one life left.

And Dark Link was still coming for their heads.
Leah defeated her cultist readily, launching her axe with all of her body weight into his skull, and driving it down, down, down until she could go no further - until the man had been split in half almost all the way down to his ass, the two pieces of him trembling like a leaf before falling to the ground anticlimatically. The person inside of the mindflayer pod continued to bang, demanding to be freed - a voice that was becoming more and more familiar to Leah, as if...

... as if it belonged to a certain friend of theirs who had left the school...

... As if it belonged to Chi Mai.

Percy's eye twitched - the left one, to be precise - as Danni started gushing about the attempt at a nickname. He had not been trying to do anything of the sort. He found nicknames useful for aliases, for concealing information or origins, but ultimately they didn't interest him too much. They all already had aliases that they used as a part of their coursework, and his was Odysseus - both because he found the Greek hero to be a role model, but also because it then afforded an additional alias. Nobody. Odysseus' alias.

That was all to say... Percy wasn't going to just give Danni a nickname.

He hadn't even given one to Dorian, and from what he understood of social norms, that one would have to be a priority. "I am not giving you a nickname, Daniel," Percy stressed, as Danni grabbed a handful of cultist and set the cultist aflame, his hands burning.

There were three cultists left - the one who had attacked Percy, the one who had attacked Diana, and the one who had attacked Mads. Percy's turn was before his cultist, and he attacked again with his dagger, sinking it in beneath the cultist's ribcage and killing them. That left two.

Diana's cultist swung again, but missed. Mads' cultist sent another fireball slamming into her, leaving her critically low on health - again. She hadn't died yet though.





In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: X-Mansion
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
I'm fine, Guin brushed off Pietro's concern. It was kind of him to care, but when her mind started to circle this drain of despair, it was easier to push people away than to pull them in close. And truthfully, she had almost gotten used to this - to this feeling that came and went like the tides, always retreating but always returning. She didn't know when it would stop - maybe it never would, maybe she'd be in this cycle forever.

As Annie suggested that they could stop now and turn in early, Guin shrugged. "It's up to you, fam - I'm game for whatever," she said.

That seemed to be the choice Annie and Pietro made, and Guin didn't complain - she followed along after them, heading back into the Mansion, her head racing with thoughts that were too jumbled up to recount, all of which came to the same basic conclusions. Try as she might to push them aside, they continued coming, pushing into her skull. She turned her head, seeing the car, and huffed slightly. "Hooray, new people - that's just what we need right now. More of them."

Truthfully, Runa didn't care much for sodas - they were far too sweet for her liking. She preferred things that were bitter, or that would scorch the back of her throat as she drank them. Mead was for more than just merriment - it had a practical purpose, warming their body on a cold winter's eve. However, turning her nose up at a drink was not something a respectful Asgardian did - it would be incredibly rude. So Runa smiled politely. "That would be lovely," she said, nodding her head to Bethany, before following her and Lance inside to the kitchen.
Avery Spellman
Location: X-Mansion
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
Logically, Avery knew that Carolina was right - that there was a very slim chance Klara even knew that Avery had been the one to do it, assuming she remembered the events at all. But knowing something and knowing something were two different things. So while the odds were low that anything would happen, Avery couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. And if there was one thing they were trying to do more in this new life, it was listening to their own feelings - to trust their gut and their intuition.

And in this situation, their gut really wanted them to go hide in the attic.

So they gave Carolina's hand a squeeze, and smiled at her slightly. "There might be fun stuff up there," they pointed out, trying to lighten things a bit. "...Or old training uniforms." But either way, it was what they wanted to do - and they were curious, it was an area of the mansion they'd never really explored before, and it would be as good an excuse as any - far more respectable than hiding in their room.
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
??? - Tue. November 23rd, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute
@BlueSky44@Kirah: Had Selene been there, she would have been so proud of Andy. As Andy's dead fingers stretched upwards, it was nothing inanimate that she grasped. No, it was a living person - an awkward, angry freshman with powers revolving around heat, around vitality. The death in Andy reached out, sapping away at Ardere - Ardere aging rapidly, no longer a teen but an adult, then a middle aged woman, then elderly, then a husk - and finally, nothing more than dust, a corpse disintegrating into a pile at Andy's feet.

A life for a life.

Andy would feel a part of herself slip away - an innate purity, perhaps, that she would never be able to reclaim.

Had this been how it started for Selene?

Andy managed to free Zari from the trap, the poison still pumped through the young Asgardian's veins, disorienting her. Hopefully, her system would be able to burn it out, to remove the toxin. Now more than ever, Zari's unique abilities were needed - both of them, Andy and Zari, were needed.

"Surprise, bitch!!" Usagi shouted, twitching strangely as arcs of electricity continued, penetrating her fur. "I'm not dead!" The cat slowly picked herself up off the ground, and then jumped at Andy, claw's extended, aiming to scratch the shit out of her face.

@Patientbean@Trainerblue192@Natsu: Gideon raised an eyebrow, not much of a huggy person - she actually couldn't remember having ever hugged before in her life. But from her brief amount of time around this group (which was exceedingly brief), it seemed to be part of their norm. "So... It's Buzzfeed Unsolved but the ghosts are real," Gideon surmised.

And then proceeded to pretty much stop listening - had it not been for her shades, the others would have been able to see her eyes glaze over as Dorian went down a long list of minutia, explaining the ins and outs of this game. When the others started to grab items, Gideon glanced through the shelves. "There's no fucking gun? Lame. I want to shoot a ghost." She then sighed, grabbing a flashlight, and then the two things she immediately saw - a camera, and an old looking book.

She walked into the house, noticing that it looked like a boring old house - all the lights were off, things were pretty clean and tidy, and there were no signs of anything ghost like. "Hey there demons, it's me, ya girl!" Gideon shouted, leaving the foyer and heading into the dining room. "Hellooooooo! Ghosties!!! Come out come out wherever you are!!"

She sighed slightly. This really was like Unsolved. Nothing was happening!
April Flynn & Percy Novikov
Location: the Framework - BG3 | Tears of the Kingdom
Skills: Hydrokinesis | Omnilingualism
Fit: Mipha | Gith Rogue
"What... is she doing? Is she having a stroke?" April asked, her mouth slightly agape as Vicky poked the evil Link in the chest while saying a strange pattern. She wasn't a geek, at least not in this manner - April didn't recognize the code that Vicky was playing off of. But the air above them all shimmered, bursting into green sparks as a strange creature came into view -

"Yahaha! You found me!" the creature cheered.



While April stared in confusion at the flying green creature, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened, the dark Link was not nearly as perplexed. "Cute," Link said. "But a Korok won't save you." Vicky managed to kick at his wrist, but he had been anticipating such a motion - instead of disarming him, Link used the change to his momentum to his advantage. He spun quickly in a circle, his sword blurring into a deadly line of steel - he cut Vicky, knocking her backwards and to the ground - her body flashed red, one of her hearts vanishing before her eyes. She had one life left. And Link was still coming.

"Vicky!! Get up! Run!!" April urged. She blasted water at the dark Link, but he quickly blocked it with his shield, digging in his heels in a firm stance so the pressure could not even force him back.

Hopefully Zelda could handle things, her weird new weapon seemed promising? April had no idea.

Percy wasn't exactly pleased to hear that they all had psychic parasites in their heads - with how immersive the Framework was, he didn't want to learn how his body would interpret any signals or commands from the parasite. However, it was not the end of the world - the parasite was only as real as his odd, frog like body was. Once they escaped the Framework, the problem would cease to matter, being reduced to just pixels on a screen. "Relax, Daniel," Percy said, rolling his eyes. "There isn't actually a parasite in your brain - it's just code. But if it makes you feel better, I could always take an icepick and have a look."

It was mean - but Percy was stressed. He still didn't know what had happened to everyone else - where the rest of his... friends... were. He supposed some of them could be considered friends. Most of them were just acquaintances, but a few mattered. And this game, it was all new to him - he had to rely on Madalyne for information, trusting that she wouldn't lead them astray. She said the victim pounding in the pod in the back of the room was an ally - and the ones tied to tables in front of them were not. Unfortunately, even with that information, Madalyne's spell unleashed the cultists - and Percy found his feet locked into the ground again, as combat began.

"GET ME OUT!!!" the voice continued to scream.

Percy drew his dagger, and teleported through the space (well, misty stepped) until he landed next to a cultist. He swung his dagger, only to miss. Another swipe though, from his off-hand, was successful - he drew blood, the cultist's health down to half, but it was still up. The cultist made an unarmed attack, sucker punching Percy, and Percy felt the wind get knocked out of him - but he was still alive.

The cultist who attacked Diana missed, their swing going wide.

Mads wasn't as lucky - she ended up taking a firebolt to the face, losing half of her health bar.

Danni narrowly avoided being hit by a firebolt as well - the cultist attacking him whiffing it hard.

And Leah, Leah was stabbed in the gut, the cultist landing a solid enough of a hit to deplete her health - but unlike normal Baldur's Gate 3, she respawned in, just down one more heart.



In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
🌈👻 Leda Storm 👻🌈
Location: Tartarus
Skills: N/A
"Don't werewolves eat demigods?" Leda asked, perhaps a bit insensitively. If there was one thing that death hadn't changed about her, it was her ability to simultaneously have great empathy and cruelty towards other people. Her intention thought wasn't to be hurtful - merely to get right to the point. "I'm not sure how the rules work, if I just grow an arm back if we cut it off or not, but cannibalism might be an option - if ghost demigods count." She frowned though, furrowing her brows. "Not that dead demigods are supposed to end up here... I still can't fathom why I'm here, no offense. I ought to be in Elysium right now."

"Cool cool cool, camping with warding, reminds me of a book I had to chuck in a fire..." Leda mused. It all sounded pretty straightforward, at least. She never could really get her head around how magic was supposed to work - if it was all the Mist or if there was something more. So she tended to just never question it, just accepting it at face value. If Madalyne could use wards to protect them, she wasn't going to complain.

☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️
Location: Lotus Hotel and Casino
Skills: N/A
The lump remained in Nancy's throat. It wasn't that she wasn't grateful for Diana's gifts - she really was, truly. She had been given more by the goddess than she deserved - her bow, and now these shoes and a whistle, all three of them enchanted. Nancy had wanted to go with Diana and her hunters, to help them look for the Doors of Death - not as a member of the Hunt, but as an ally. But she understood the goddess' decision - understood that the half measure was not accepted. She would have to fulfill her duties to Rome.

And that meant returning to Camp Half-blood.

Returning to face the people she had failed.

To face the people who had saved her before, who she could not repay the debt for.

She felt haunted as they navigated through the Lotus Hotel and Casino, more of the ghost than the victim. Each sight brought back horrid memories, vague and distorted and glittering, but dipped in trauma and fear. It was like she had exhumed her own corpse in the basement, and was now gently leading it back to the land of the living, as a million different thoughts pulled her in a million different directions. It wasn't until they had exited the hotel that Nancy realized she'd been holding her breath.

It wasn't as disorienting as last time. Things mostly looked the same. The air tasted the same. The street smelled the same. Kristin mentioned the date - February. They'd been inside for a month. Mads had needed her help desperately for a month. Her stomach curled and sweat cooled on her face, leaving her skin nauseatingly clammy. She stumbled backwards, her back hitting the casino's exterior wall, as she slid to the ground. To save face, she untied the laces of her boots, switching them out for the silver ones Diana had provided her with - as if that had been her intention all along.

She was so tired of being strong.

"You know what I think."

Had she meant to snap at Zeke? No.

But it had happened anyways.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: X-Mansion
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
"It'd be perfect timing if it did - everything else already is," Guin commented a bit darkly. She had been doing her best to keep the thoughts at bay - to be the master of her own mind. It had been going okay that day for the most part, but like the wind, things could suddenly shift. And rather than feeling her mind distracted as she ran, it was like a gravity gripped her - as her father's betrayal came into her mind fresh again. He'd lied to her. He'd lied to her. He'd put her in the path of an abuser and he'd lied to her. And he hadn't even been there to tell her.

She shook her head slightly, reaching down and grabbing her right wrist with her left arm, gently digging in her nails. Not enough to break the skin, but enough as a subtle reminder, a punishment - to keep away from those portions of her mind, to focus on the present, to breathe.
Runa nodded at Lance's sentiments. She turned her attention to Bethany again, as Bethany seemed to be a bit more talkative. "Oh, I feasted at Odin's hall before journeying here - but thank you," she said politely. "Perhaps a cup of mead? I would not wish to be rude." There were certain rights held by guests after all - and with those came expectations.

Avery Spellman
Location: X-Mansion
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~
Avery flinched slightly, expecting to turn around and find themself face to face with Klara, but instead, it was Carolina. The tension in their shoulders eased slightly. "That was... a little too awkward to me, after what I did to her," Avery admitted quietly.

They kept peering in the direction of the library, trying to make sure they saw if the goddess remembered what they'd done and decided to run after and curse them. They were so focused on making sure they'd see Klara coming that they completely missed Max waving at them. "I'm going to..." they paused again, trying to think of the least likely place a goddess would go to, "hide in the attic, if you want to come."
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