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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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Congratulations to the cast of the Gifted, we just finished our RP after almost four years! Excelsior!
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It's official - accepted an offer and I am going to grad school next year! :) #DrMorose
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Congratulations to the Gifted for hitting 500 IC posts and to Darke Magyk for completing the RP! Excelsior!
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πŸŒˆπŸ‘» Leda Storm πŸ‘»πŸŒˆ

Location: Tartarus
Skills: N/A

Leda's eyes widened, and she stiffened as the giant called out to them, claiming that they would be unharmed. She didn't trust it. Some monsters could be good - Mads was a werewolf and she had a good friend who was a cyclops. But a giant? Never. She shook her head furiously at Mads, praying to every god that would listen that Mads wouldn't make a sound, that she wouldn't move a muscle. Leda was already dead - she didn't know what would happen to her if she died here. That could be it. Mads, Mads would just reform elsewhere in Tartarus, just another monster going through the gods' recycling bin. But Leda, she'd just be dead. Dead dead.

It wasn't worth the risk.

The odds were too high that it was a trick, that the giant was just hoping to lure out some easy prey.

But if they timed it right... Leda bit her lip slightly, squeezing the sword's grip tighter. Could she grab Mads and dash out without being seen? With even her speed, a giant was still a fucking giant. And if they fought one, they'd need divine aid in order to triumph.









β˜€οΈ Nancy Parker β˜€οΈ

Location: Camp Half-blood
Skills: N/A

Nancy frowned slightly as the cyclops volunteered to help - she had only wanted two to join, but she had asked for volunteers, and volunteers she received. Zeke offered to join the escort as well, a third - she hadn't wanted four guards for Leandra, purely as Nancy's trust in the capability of others was rather limited these days. She could almost understand the nature of the Greeks and their solo heroes, their small trios - so different from the massive armies of Rome, but at least then, you could be sure that each of your companions were someone you could depend on. She could depend on Niah. She could depend on Zeke.

The monster?

Well, he was strong - and Leandra would have no means to befuddle him without her tongue.

So she nodded. "Thank you. Volunteers, with me. The rest of you... you are dismissed." She clenched her jaw, before turning to face Leandra once more. "Time to go." Bitch.




@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
8:00 AM - Mon. November 29th, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

After the entire mess with Arcade, our intrepid heroes had a much deserved break - a break that went better for some than for others. But no matter the reason, the students of the Margaret Carter Institute returned to Los Angeles before the first bell on the Monday after Thanksgiving break. While most students went off to attend their various classes, such as advanced physics or spaceship piloting lessons or beginner Kree, the qualifying teams for the Contest of Champions were asked to report to Headmaster Coulson's office instead (minus the Young Avengers).

... For somewhat obvious reasons, of course. Of the four teams, one of them no longer had a coach, and was also down a member with Arcade's arrest. Three of the teams were potentially traumatized as well, with only the Young Avengers unaffected by the entire mess for the most part. It wasn't even guaranteed that everyone on the three affected teams would still want to participate in the Contest, after what had happened with the Framework.

One by one, students would file into Coulson's office. There wasn't really enough room for everyone to sit down - Coulson was at his desk chair, Ser Nemo and Lady Nimue at his side, and there were three chairs pulled out in front of the desk for students to use. Gideon Muir immediately flopped into one - she was wearing sunglasses, despite being indoors. ("I have a light sensitivity, assholes," she had grouched the last time someone asked her about it.)

@Forsythe: Vicky would receive a text from Cassie that morning, asking if she would be free to talk after classes that day.





Percy Novikov

Location: Outside Dorian's Room
Skills: N/A
Fit: Yes he's in the school uniform


After a relatively uneventful and peaceful break, filled with the usual family traditions and plenty of time for reading, Percy had returned to an empty dorm room. Teddy had finally withdrawn formally from the Margaret Carter Institute. He had been emailed a notice that a new roommate would be placed with him at the beginning of the spring semester - but for now, the room was his and his alone. It was nice and quiet, and once he had finished thoroughly disinfecting Teddy's side of the room, Percy had allowed himself to reorganize and redecorate some.

He hoped that Dorian would appreciate it.

Despite his texting habits - or lack thereof - Percy had missed his boyfriend over the break. He had done his best to respond to Dorian at least once a day. For the most part, he had been able to meet this goal, replying to messages within 24 hours, sometimes within 12. And while he had been told that he texted like an old man, Percy did his best to try to keep his texts interesting - even sending Dorian photographs of highlighted passages in the books he read.

None of that replaced the real thing, however. Percy's moms had dropped him and Diana back off at campus late the previous evening - the West Coast Avengers' quarters was just around the quarter - so he hadn't been able to see his boyfriend properly yet. A fact that needed to be remedied, much more urgently than whatever Headmaster Coulson had to say about the events with Arcade. As far as Percy was concerned, the likelihood they would be punished was rather low. If anything, breaking into the Framework for extra training ought to be the sort of initiative valued in a hero.

So as soon as it was a reasonable hour, Percy knocked thrice on Danni and Dorian's door, and he waited. Coulson be damned.


April Flynn

Location: Avengers' Academy - Outside the Headmaster's Office
Skills: N/A
Fit: ~School Uniform, Skirt + Sweater Variant~


It had been strange, going back to Washington D.C. after everything that had happened. April's room back home felt so incredibly empty, without her besties or her girlfriends. Somehow, it had felt even more uncomfortable than the tense quinjet ride back with her parents, when her mother insisted on examining her and Zelda's vitals at least a dozen times. And no matter how much April threw herself into little projects - she made about a dozen pairs of crocheted gloves - she hadn't been able to really relax, to sleep. She'd suffered from extreme insomnia, practically glued to her phone as she texted everyone in her life back too quickly, too rapidly - as she consumed hours upon hours of content - as she spent more time in the family pool than anywhere else, shaping the bitter winter water over and over again.

But even now, back in Los Angeles, back in a place that felt more like home than anything else - April still felt strange. The clothes on her body seemed to almost itch - no, not the clothes, it was her skin. It was like her skin didn't fit quite right. And as she breathed, the air tasted off - so subtle as to almost be imagined, but real enough that she was sure. And as people spoke to her, their voices had distance to them, a soft echo almost like static.

Had Arcade done something to her in the Framework? Or was she losing her mind?

She waited for Mads to be ready before heading over with her to Coulson's office, sending out a flurry of texts as she went -





"Oh, I haaaate this..." April whined, as she and Mads approached the last hallway to take them to Coulson's office. "If I get kicked out of school, my parents are going to kill me - find a way to raise me from the dead - and then kill me again. And then I'll never be able to win the Contest of Champions, become president of the school, and be scouted by the Avengers and have Namor beg me to join to help him save the fucking ocean."


Guin Stark

Location: New Orleans Botanical Gardens
Skills: N/A

Chrysi's comment stun, even though Guin knew it wasn't true. She had been trying to help Mary - but there was only so much help you could give to someone who wouldn't accept it. Mary had pushed them all away, had refused to take steps to make her situation better, instead relying on isolation and a fraying sense of control. But Guin couldn't help but feel guilty - couldn't help but feel Chrysi's words as an indictment. She was going to have to kill her best friend.

She was going to have to kill her best friend because she had failed to save her.

Words weren't going to work here. Chrysi blasted at them with fire, and Guin blinked, feeling the air whoosh past her as Pietro grabbed her, pulling her out of the way. Ed managed to shield some of the others, but not everyone - some of their group had burns covering their bodies. He then placed Chrysi inside of a bubble, and Guin bit her lip, before extending her hand out - out to Rogue. "We need another telepath," she said. "Try not to absorb my mind, will you?"





Avery Spellman

Location: Chandrilar
Skills: N/A

Runa frowned slightly at the lack of response. She did not know her uncle's whereabouts, but she refused to believe that he could be incapacitated by any means. He was far too stubborn to be defeated so thoroughly. This lead her to the conclusion that Loki had heard her message, and elected to ignore her. So she shut her eyes once more, and whispered the spell again, casting a second and final message out to her uncle: I would hope you have not elected to ignore me, Uncle. I would owe you a boon, in exchange for your aid. But perhaps you lack the skill in magic that I seek. If a bribe didn't work, perhaps offense to his ego would.

Ben raised an eyebrow, hearing the description of the device. It was fireproof, but seemed about as delicate as a porcelain doll to him. From an imperial space regime, he expected better. But that was perhaps his own father's arrogance rearing its head in him, and he clenched his teeth. He didn't want to be like him. He didn't want to look down at everyone else in the world as inferior.

Avery followed with the others into the chamber, their eyes widening as they took in all of the machines and designs - before their gaze settled on the one they had come all of this way for. It was some sort of a laser, taller than they were, and they couldn't help but be reminded of something Doofenshmirtz would build, only for Perry the Platypus to come and destroy. They half expected Xandra to reveal the device was called the Phoenix-inator.

"Maybe you could do more with the portals than just extending the range," Avery said softly, looking to Max. "If you set up a series of portals, you can effectively split and multiply the beam - and make a web, or a net." It'd be easier to handle the Phoenix that way - an area of effect, then, rather than just one single shot.


πŸŒˆπŸ‘» Leda Storm πŸ‘»πŸŒˆ

Location: Tartarus
Skills: N/A

"See, that's what I was afraid you'd say..." Leda trailed off, her eyes darting over towards a corner of the room. There was a sword leaning up against it, the blade made of bone and the hilt out of scales. If they were going to be fighting a giant - or even a Titan - both options were completely insane to go up against without some sort of weapon. She snatched up the sword, feeling good to have a weapon in her hands again - even if it lacked the familiarity of Ultraviolet.

It was mildly embarrassing, but she did miss that sword. Ultraviolet had been an extension of herself. And even if they made it through Tartarus and Leda got her life back, there was no way she'd see Ultraviolet again. Her sword was gone, buried underneath a pile of rubble she suspected. Maybe Kiera had it. She wasn't sure.

But the door swung open, and Leda dove into the hiding spot Mads' indicated without a second thought to her old sword.

Of course it's a fucking giant...



β˜€οΈ Nancy Parker β˜€οΈ

Location: Camp Half-blood
Skills: N/A

"I will escort her myself, alongside two volunteers," Nancy decided. She wasn't about to let Leandra wander through the rest of Camp without the escort of someone she trusted. Even though she was the leader of New Rome, her circle of trust did not expand far. There could be others in the Legion that sympathized with Leandra, who also had received false promises and decided to forsake their vows. And even then, it was possible that Leandra might make a mad dash, that she might try to overpower her guards, that she would bring another safe haven to ruin... So no, Nancy could not just allow someone at random to escort Leandra. She would go herself, and she would bring others with her.

She hoped that Niah would come - and Zeke, too. Even though Zeke was not part of Rome, he was her brother - more so than any other child of Apollo Nancy had met before. He would have been her brother regardless of their father. For a brief moment, Nancy imagined what that life would have been like - to grow up with a sibling, rather than suffocating in her mother's shadow alone. And then she chased the thought from her head. She couldn't afford distractions. Mads couldn't afford distractions.




@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
11:50 PM - Tue. November 23rd, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

Everyone: She-Hulk will get the info for contacting your parent/guardian, and will make the call on her phone. It isn't her personal phone, it seems like one issued for Avengers business. The phone call will open with her explaining that there was an incident at the school with a supervillain, that your character was involved, but everyone is okay. She-Hulk will then say that she will be staying on site with the affected students until a parent/guardian can come to retrieve them, and that the Avengers can help pay for transportation costs for families this would pose a hardship for. At this point, she will pass the phone over to your character, so they can speak with their parent/guardian directly.

If you need specific dialogue or dialogue responses from She-Hulk, please send me a DM on Discord, with the relevant text that needs to be responded to. I will do my best to respond to each within 24 hours. Do not anticipate to get more than 2-3 bonus lines of dialogue, however. The majority of your post should be your character talking with their guardian.


April nodded guiltily, as Leah and Sabine quickly put a plan into motion. She didn't want to run away - or more of, she didn't want to be seen as someone who would run away - but curling into a ball in her girlfriends' rooms felt like the best thing for her in that moment. She was emotionally exhausted, beyond wiped out. Her entire body was simultaneously numb and over stimulated, shaking and still, her heart void of feeling and overflowing. She'd lost her mind, and the shame had yet to quite sink in - the embarrassment that would soon come, as the dullness of her senses went away, and the realization of how much destruction she had caused in her panic would sink in. She was deathly afraid of being like them, of losing control... And now she had.

None of her friends had died... this time.

So as Sabine started to distract She-Hulk, April let herself be whisked away from Leah - a softly whispered goodbye to her friends and her sister, the ever so slight wave of a trembling hand - as she crept her way to the door. Her head was down, her eyes at the floor, so much so that she almost didn't notice as she nearly walked into an incredibly buff wall of green and violet.

"Going somewhere?" She-Hulk asked, crossing her arms. Even with Sabine's distraction, her perception was uncanny - and the stealth of two high school students was not.

April swallowed thickly. "Uh just this... just the bathroom," she squeaked out, her face burning crimson. "I can... um... I can give you my parents' number now? Well, it's her parents' too - not her, but her," she floundered, gesturing towards Zelda. "It's pretty late in DC so they might not answer the phone, but um... We have to call them? Right, yes, of course - of course we do, Madam She-Hulk, ma'am... uh... Sorry," she rambled, before reciting her mother's phone number.

"Deep breaths, kid," She-Hulk said sympathetically, before dialing the number. She quickly spoke on the phone, explaining everything that had happened, and that they needed to come pick up April and her sister, before She-Hulk passed the phone over to April and put it on speaker, waving Zelda to come on over.

"Shit, girls, are you alright? I'm waking your father up now, we'll be on the first quinjet from DC to come and get you. Are you hurt? Has a doctor looked at you?" April's mother, Bonnie, a director of SHIELD and the champion of the goddess Athena, said. It made her body tremble to hear her mother's voice.

"Um. We're fine and not dead yet..." Zelda muttered.

"What's going on?" her dad's voice muttered in the background.

"The girls were nearly murdered - there was an attack at the school - get dressed, I've already requisitioned a ship."

"Y-yeah..." April murmured, her cheeks still bright red from She-Hulk quite literally stopping her at the door. "We're... fine...."

"What????????"

"We're fine, the guy is dealt with," Zelda argued, clearly not wanting to be part of this conversation.

"April, I need you to take care of your sister, okay?" Bonnie ordered. In the background of the call, April could hear bags shifting - probably her parents' go-bags, packed just in case of an emergency. "Keep her calm. Until we get there, I want you to stay with Maria, okay?"

"I... Y-yes, I can... I can do that! Um, yes, keeping Zelda calm, that is my priority - and - and listening to... listening to Maria."

"...I'm calmer than she was a few minutes ago, mom I don't need her to keep me calm, it's fine. The psycho is dealt with... Actually knowledge of video games came in handy for once other than for my costumes."

"....What? Listen, go stay with Maria, I have to get off the phone. But if anything changes, call me IMMEDIATELY, okay? Swear it on the goddess. Both of you."

"....I.... I swear..."

"...I swear. It's fine though nothing is going to happen... Probably."

The phone call ended, and She-Hulk went up to Dorian next. "Number, please - and don't worry about him," she added, motioning towards Arcade. "He'll get a fair trial."

Percy, meanwhile, was in conversation with his sister. Diana had raised a question to him, asking why he was tolerating his boyfriend's pleas for Arcade. Neither of them needed to provide contact information for their parents - their mothers were already here - so the two of them didn't have to go line up by She-Hulk. And their parents were currently discussing logistics with the other Avengers, and making calls for bringing Arcade to a secure facility for questioning.

But as he looked at Dorian, the answer came to him. "Because he wouldn't be who he is otherwise," he answered his sister, purposefully speaking in English rather than returning in Russian. Part of Dorian's personality and self was his compassion - even if it was flawed. Percy couldn't fault him for that. It was part of what he loved about him.



Guin Stark

Location: New Orleans Botanical Gardens
Skills: N/A

Guin's stomach churned as everything went so wrong so quickly. The partition was in place - and the wrong personality was fronting, leaving Mary inaccessible. They'd made a gamble, one that they were about to pay for dearly. Chrysi lashed out at them with plants, with Ed's shield shattering and Pietro grabbing them faster than the eye could see, taking them to temporary safety. And then Annie, genius Annie, tried to reach out - to draw Chrysi into a dialogue, to see if they could negotiate. It was probably the only option they had left.

And as Annie asked Chrysi what she wanted, Guin's mind snapped back to Wanda's world - where everyone got exactly what they wanted.

"You want a body, right?" Guin said tentatively, her voice growing in confidence. "You want a body and a mind all to your own. No one else to share it with. No more roommates." She walked forward slowly, her hands held up to show she didn't mean any harm. "We can do that. We can make it happen. We can make you a body of your own - hell, you can even design it, make your ideal self. We don't need to fight, Chrysi."

The only person she knew who did cloning was Nathaniel Essex, but she would burn that bridge when they got to it.




Avery Spellman

Location: Chandrilar
Skills: N/A

Runa bowed her head as the Majestrix agreed to take them to the device, and to allow its use. A lack of portability and a single shot were two constraints, yes, but neither of them troubled Runa greatly. She was a goddess, after all. Even should she fall, the cycle of Ragnarok would see her and her loved ones born again. But mostly, she was not accustomed to being limited - her magicks allowed her to warp and redefine reality at a whim. "Thank you, Majestrix."

Though, as they walked, another notion did occur to her - a failsafe option of sorts. She was not well versed in curses, yet she knew of a curse that would impact the caster's bloodline. She was the blood of the Phoenix. Should she cast a curse to kill her blood... the Phoenix would die, and the universe spared. All of her family would die. She would need to go to Hel's domain to beg for their return... All but Loki, her uncle not by blood but by bond.

Unless she could localize the curse somehow, hone into just the Phoenix herself and spare the others. But the modify the spell, she would need aid. Aid that Klara, witch-kin as she was, would not be able to edit a spell of this power - and her mind was still addled from everything that had happened. This sort of magic was forbidden, no one else in the House of Odin would be able to help her with this task.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment, whispering a soft incantation - a near silent spell, her thoughts cast out into space, echoing across the galaxy as they sought out their target. Uncle, she thought. I have need of your aid.

"How fragile is this device?" Ben asked the Majestrix, his arms crossed. "Is it fire resistant?" It was one thing if they could disguise it, so the Phoenix wouldn't recognize it - but if a single fireball destroyed it, it didn't do them much good.

Avery brushed their hand back against Carolina's. She was an anchoring presence in this moment, a little bit of normalcy amongst the nonsense of the X-Men. They were in space, unfathomably far from home, and their world - their galaxy - their universe was on the brink of destruction because of one of their own. Hopefully the Majestrix's device worked - and if not that, then maybe Max had some ancient artifact that he could pull from a vault, and use it to bind the Phoenix and nullify the threat.

They shivered for a moment, acutely aware of the fact that the rest of the team could be dead right now - that they had no knowledge of how the encounter with the Phoenix went. Annie and Perry and Edus and Bethany, all of them could be dead right now. They could return back to find bodies, bodies that Avery would be able to raise and puppet, but not restore life to, not in any way that counted.



πŸŒˆπŸ‘» Leda Storm πŸ‘»πŸŒˆ

Location: Tartarus
Skills: N/A

Leda raised an eyebrow as they got closer, seeing the massive size of the hut. The ceilings were easily twice as tall as what Leda was used to - she tilted her head, trying to judge what sort of monster might call this place home. A cyclops seemed too small. Whatever lived here must've been giant. But maybe that would work to their advantage - Leda was fast, and something this big was probably slow.

And hopefully had a giant stash of food that they could steal from.

So when Mads went in through the crack in the door, Leda followed suit. "Any idea what lives here?" Leda whispered, keeping her voice low - especially when Mads revealed the fireplace was still warm. This home, this lair, clearly wasn't abandoned. And knowing their luck, they were going to have to fight their way out of it. There was almost no chance this thing would be friendly.



β˜€οΈ Nancy Parker β˜€οΈ

Location: Camp Half-blood
Skills: N/A

Nancy frowned slightly at the reminder that killing Leandra was not an option. She was not particularly a fan of exile - it left too much of an opening for Leandra to hurt them again. She believed more in handling Rome's enemies permanently. If they were a shade in the Underworld, only then could their threat be neutralized. Her eyes met Zeke's for a brief moment, and she imagined that he shared her objections - that her brother could understand her rage in a way few others could.

Niah's solution was better - an oath with grave consequences. The greatest oaths that could ever be sworn were governed by Niah's mother, the River Styx. Even gods had to abide that vow. Breaking it was dire for a deity - Nancy had to imagine that whatever wrath the Styx had to bring down upon a mortal, it would be a greater pain than she could ever devise herself. And in the absence of Mads, her co-praetor, the final say of the sentencing came down to her.

"As the leader of New Rome's legion, I find you, Leandra, daughter of Cupid, guilty on all counts," Nancy began. "I sentence you to die."

"As death will not yet take you, I sentence you to exile. You are not to come within a hundred miles of New Rome, Camp Jupiter, or her legion. You are not to have any contact with or aid from members of the Twelfth Legion, past, present, and future. As terms of your exile, you will swear an oath on the River Styx of non-aggression, and your tongue will be forever forfeit."

She curled her hands tightly into fists. "If you will not swear this oath, or if you violate the terms of your Exile, then I will see you dismembered limb by limb, and scattered across the Sea of Monsters to live out the rest of your cursed existence as little more than viscera. "



Guin Stark

Location: New Orleans Botanical Gardens
Skills: N/A

Guin bit her lip, thinking through the options - not that they had many. They could try to seal away Mary's alternate personality, something that historically never went well. Repression wasn't the answer, as tempting as it was. Part of her wanted to put an inhibitor collar around Mary's neck and knock her unconscious and give them more time to sort everything out. Something she was sure that Mary wouldn't consent to, something that would then trigger doomsday all the more sooner. She wanted to put her best friend on ice, and find a way to slowly and methodically take out the Phoenix and isolate Mary's mental illness. She wanted to wrap a suit of armor around her mind and save her.

Annie's suggestion was incredibly tempting.

But she couldn't help but wonder if it was wrong - if instead of repressing the other personality, they should try to integrate them into one - or to somehow clone Mary and put the alternate personality in its own body. "Mare - does that sound okay to you?" Guin then asked, leaving the coin toss up to the person whose autonomy was in question.





Avery Spellman

Location: Chandrilar
Skills: N/A



Ben's eyes narrowed slightly at the Majestrix's admission. She was Xavier's child? He didn't share Casper's trauma, and he found him to be exhausting in the best of times, but Casper was like a brother to him. Every time he saw something connected to Casper's abuser, his heart swelled up with anger. It was why it had been so contentious between Max and himself when Max had gone off to join the X-Men - and why he couldn't decide if he hated the Majestrix or pitied her. She was Xavier's daughter. She was also Casper's sister.

And then, the shameful part of him that was a mold of his own father, wondered if they could use it to manipulate her.

Meanwhile, Avery felt completely out of their depth. Everything was already intense enough, meeting Xavier's mysterious alien child wasn't even something that they could begin to properly process. When had Xavier been to space? When had he been to space long enough to have a kid with someone? And if Xavier's kid was the ruler of a mighty empire, why hadn't they known? Did Xavier know? If he knew, why didn't he use that to help mutants - why didn't he ask the Shi'ar to come and push for change? It's what Avery would have done, had they been in that situation.

But mostly, they couldn't get past the revelation that Professor X fucks.

It was such a distracting and foreign thought that Avery almost missed Xandra's explanation about the device, how it hadn't been tested, and the relative urgency that they needed to operate under, due to Shi'ar law. The same urgency that had driven them here - the very real possibility that Mary could be about to lose all control and kill billions of people in the lapse.

"You have my assurance, Majestrix, that the Midgardians' error will not be repeated," Runa vowed. "I will see the host dead myself if needed."


πŸŒˆπŸ‘» Leda Storm πŸ‘»πŸŒˆ

Location: Tartarus
Skills: N/A

"Mm, thanks," Leda said, a bit out of breath, as she took the water from Mads. She guzzled down a small portion of the canteen, not wanting to drink too much of it - water was hard to come by in Tartarus, and the water that they did have access to was painful to drink. Still, she needed it, or she wouldn't be able to keep on running. She'd drunk about eight ounces before she closed the canteen, offering it back to Mads. Her heart was still pounding, but her energy would come back soon enough. She might've been dead, but she was young, and a demigod. She recovered quickly.

She then turned her head, looking in the direction that Mads had pointed out. It took her a moment, before she saw what looked like a little hut. Her stomach briefly churned with anxiety and dread. No one nice lived in Tartarus. So the hut definitely belonged to some sort of monster that would love to kill some demigods in its spare time. "You think anyone's home?"



β˜€οΈ Nancy Parker β˜€οΈ

Location: Camp Half-blood
Skills: N/A

Nancy's eye twitched. Somehow, seeing Leandra immediately pivot from claiming she wasn't guilty to now just confessing that she had been working for Tartarus was completely infuriating. Was this all a game to her? Was this a joke? Did she not realize what was at stake - did she not realize the consequences of her actions?? Had Nancy been able to burst into flames, the trial room would have been burnt to a crisp by now, the anger radiating off of her almost palpably hot.

In that moment, Nancy made a silent wish for Jupiter to curse Leandra.

She knew the king of the gods would be able to hear her, if he chose to listen. She knew that he had cursed many a mortal before and those stories ended only in tragedy and pain. But Nancy didn't care. She wished a fate worse than death upon Leandra, her throat so tight she could scarcely find her voice, only just wishing for a lightning bolt to appear from the heavens and split Leandra in two.

"She confesses to having been offered power by Tartarus. She asks for us to proceed with the sentence," Nancy said to the Senate, lifting her eyes from the note. "Are there any objections?"
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