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Elizabeth Flame


Location: The Reception
Skills: N/A



Elizabeth smiled at Peter, he seemed nice, and she felt a bit of a surreal moment. Was she technically a superhero now? That was an odd thought, wondering if people would, at some point know her name, and have her as their favorite. She wasn't totally sure how she felt about that. However, she quickly continued to answer his question, "I'm doing pretty good, I've never been at a wedding before, but this is great." She smiled, and then said, "Spiderman's pretty cool, but I gotta go Iron Man." He had to be her favorite, he gave her a kickass new arm, after all.

Hesitating for a moment, she decided to continue to say, "He actually, um." Her mouth felt dry, wanting to back out of her sentence, but finding it too late to do so. She didn't want to address her own amputee status, but she was already all in, and her voice quieted a bit, "He gave me this." And she held her arm out, showing it off shyly. "That makes Mr. Stark pretty cool in my book, you know?" Clearing her throat, she said, "But um, what about you? How're you enjoying yourself?" She shifted topics a bit abruptly, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and shame at showing that off. She didn't mean to make this all about her.



Oliver Sullivan





Location: Panic Room -> Hangar
Skills: Hacking


Bonnie was a goddess among women, saving him from a veritable murder that could of happened to him of they knew about how he just assaulted two of their teammates. He owed her one, big time. Taking a moment, he checked in on Cardiff, seeing it was still under fire, but evacuation was underway, and Captain Britain bad made his way there. That didn't totally put him at ease by any means, knowing that there was a nonzero chance that Captain Britain was, in fact, a Skrull. Hopefully, though, if he were one, he'd be able to put it together than there was a pretty big threat at hand. Switching his focus back on the events at hand, he glanced at the terminal, and had something else he had to satisfy his curiosity about.

Digging through it, his face lit up in surprise and excitement. The raptors were real, living raptors, and he had access to them on command. Thinking almost on impulse, with a few keystrokes, he set it up so he could get back to this screen right from his phone, essentially equipping him with total control over the facilities defenses, and he made sure to make a hot button for releasing the raptors, because why the hell not? Slipping his phone into his picket, and stepping away, he nodded at Bonnie, saying. "I should be able to get back here if things get bad, so yeah, I don't mind leaving." Before he did though, he grabbed the rest of the vials of Wolverine blood. If people got hurt, he might be able to use them to keep them in the fight, and that was deeply important to him. After that, he walked off, making his way towards the Hangar.
Arthur Stanford






Location:Arthur's room



Rocking in a fetal position, Arthur's throat was burning and his head was pounding. Everything hurt, his reality had gone through the shredder three times in the past two weeks, first when he found out gods were real, then when his sister died, and now that his friend was murdered in front of him. Hearing a knock at his door, he tensed up, ready to lash out, but at hearing Andy's voice, a part of him calmed down. He found his arms clambering up to the doorknob, and pulling it open for her, saying nothing for a few moments.

Exhaling, and crawling out from behind the door, he made eye contact with her, his lips trembling. "It isn't fair." He said, his voice wounded. He wanted for everything to stop. He'd have taken going back to that accursed boarding school over staying here, if it meant all of his friends still being alive. He had tears streaming down his face still, and he just said, "I... I don;t know how to go on. I just... don't." Almost whimpering, he wanted somebody to tell him everything would be alright, but he knew nobody could do that.





Elizabeth Flame


Location: Hogwarts: The Seventh Floor - Dumbledore's Office ->Slytherin dorms
Magic: N/A



Eliza was a quick one, and caught what Dumbledore had said, and she frowned. Looked like she'd still be serving out that detention. Not wanting to stick around though, as she had to leave her stuff alone on the train, and years of growing up in Slytherin taught that certain members of her house would fuck with her if given the chance, so she had to focus a lot on not giving them that chance. Following Paige back, she didn't care much to make conversation, keeping her mouth shut for the trip down, luckily getting the password from the least savory of her house, Snyde, flanked by Ismelda.

"Smelly! How's yer foot?" She asked, pleasantly, flatly ignoring Merula's question. Figuring she was already in enough trouble for tonight, she wasn't interested in fishing for a fight, especially when Snape could be anywhere. Brushing past them, she headed up to her dormitory, happy to fined her stuff untouched, with Shadow happily playing with a dead bird. That struck her as odd, given that they were in an underground dungeon, and she peered down at the creature, but Shadow seemed happy with it, and there wasn't anything immediately wrong with it, so she left the creature be.



Oliver Sullivan





Location: Panic Room
Skills: Hacking


Oliver drew breath and peered at the Not A Cat, forcing himself to smile, he scratched him on the head and slid the mouse toy along the ground. He realized something in that moment, that, as painful as it was, an unendurable as it was, the past was set. The future was all that was ahead of him, and he had to choose to survive, if he wanted to. The road ahead wasn't going to be easy, if possible at all, but if he were to have any chance to make it out of this alive, he'd need to fight for it, harder than he'd fought for anything else before. The monster had razed a city in an attempt to get him, and because of that, survival was no longer a choice, it was an imperative, for giving up would be an insult to the countless lost.

Oliver forced himself to stand up, "R-right." He said, nodding at Sparky, before continuing, "You have to set your broken leg before you escape the house fire. Thanos is a problem, but we need to secure the base." Taking a shaky step towards the security terminal, he sat down, and got to work. The thing wanted a password, seven characters, and at first he though maybe "Avenger" would be the solution, but the system didn't take kindly to that. Instead, he knew Fury used to go by Foxtrot, and it fit, so he tried that, and luckily, he got in. Watching the vast array of defensive options scroll by him, he was awestruck at the man's preparedness. Not wanting to become a murderer, he saw an option for sleep darts existed, and he opted to fire off one of them, striking Novikova in the neck. "Fuck fuck fuck" he said, under his breath, firing off another, and hitting Strange. Trying one more time, he missed, and threw his head into his hands. His luck couldn't change, it seemed, and he just fucked up, big time.



Elizabeth Flame


Location: The Reception
Skills: N/A



Rubbing her metallic arm, Elizabeth smiled at Guin's attempt to make her feel more comfortable. That was nice of her, and Elizabeth really did appreciate it. She gave a small laugh when Guin told her she could drink and said, "I might take you up on that... Thanks Guin." Stepping away from the bride, she decided that talking to somebody closer to her own did sound like it would be nice, and started walking towards Peter Parker and his marry band of kids. She wondered why he was here, if he were perhaps a fellow new mutant to the X-men, or just a personal friend of Guin's. Feeling that might be a bad thing to lead with, she instead opted to let him bring it up, if he wanted.

As she closed the distance between herself and the other highschoolers, she lost her voice for a moment. She knew people'd be looking at her arm, but it wasn't exactly the kind of thing she could hide. Deciding to just hope they wouldn't make fun of her for it, she waited for a natural point to break into the conversation, and said, "Pretty awesome party huh? Where're y'all from?" Her southern dialect started to come out again, as it tended to when she was nervous, but she powered through, "Name's Elizabeth, by the way." Tacking that on, she shut up for the moment, hoping that they'd receive her kindly.
Arthur Stanford






Location:The Galley -> Arthur's room



Watching Mona be turned into a fish, and then eaten, Arthur couldn't help it as a look of disgust and horror crossed his face. she was a person, and a friend at that, and he couldn't cope with the death of another. He wanted to tell the Goddess to bring her back, to to ash out, but he knew that would strike the ire of this superior being, something that would result i his death as well. Once more, all he could do, was run, and run he did. Not even saying anything to Rebecca, he dashed away, heading for his room, and locking it behind him. He could feel panic rising in him, and a scream erupted from his lips.

Tears began falling down his face, he couldn't do this again. The gods had taken two people from him now, for seemingly arbitrary reasons. Mona said something stupid, but that didn't merit death. How would anybody think this was okay? It was horrid and evil, separated from any semblance of morality. His heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest, and the world started to fade to black in front of him. His head spun, he couldn't deal with any of this. It was too much.



Elizabeth Flame


Location: Carriage 1 -> Hogwarts: The Seventh Floor - Dumbledore's Office
Magic: N/A



Riding in the carriage, Flame found the best way to avoid conflict with Paige was to keep her mouth shut. She didn't feel like getting in trouble now, on her way to the office of the headmaster. That sounded like a bad way to remain a student at this esteemed institution, best to save fuckery for times that favored discretion. Looking out the carriage, Eliza smiled at the creatures leading it. She learned from a young age that not all could see the thestrals, and she always felt a connection with them because of that. She thought that that was the moment that marked her as an odd duck, not being sorted into Slytherin as a muggleborn, but that she could see this hidden gem of Hogwarts. In the moment of course, she was terrified, seeing these skeletal horses in a new and strange world, but as she grew older, she felt a kind of kinship with them.

As they entered the castle, Eliza stuck close to Fae, rolling her eyes a bit as she heard the password for entering the headmaster's quarters. The old man was a bit of an odd one, she'd never expect a wizard as wizardy as Albus Dumbledore to enjoy muggle sweets, but it seemed as if he did. She much preferred more traditional treats, opting for M&Ms as her go to candy. Heading up into the room, she prepared for the worst, not expecting this to end well, but as she heard the headmaster's pitch for them to become the first members of a secret society for the express purpose of dealing with threats that dark wizards may pose to the wizarding world, she couldn't help but break out into a grin. She wanted to join, badly, feeling she was born for this, in many respects. "I'm in, assumin' you can clear the detention Fae and I racked up on the way here." She said coyly. That wasn't a real condition on her membership, of course, but she had to at least try.



Oliver Sullivan





Location: Virology Lab -> Panic Room
Skills:


Oliver felt dazed, confused, and unable to make sense of the world around him in any capacity. It was like the floor was ripped out from under him, and he was falling down a dark abyss, from which the only escape would be the ground at the end of it. Out of nowhere though, somebody had grabbed his hand, and he looked up, meeting her eyes and his face breaking from the shock, turning into a look of pure despair, tears rolling down his face with reckless abandon. "Thanos... he-" He started to choke out, as out of nowhere, the cat shot a tentacle out of it's mouth, and wrapped around him. A look of horror and surprise crossed his face, as he was once again shocked by the events that had come to pass, and was dragged into the panic room.

Once he was released, it was as if the new shock had rocked him loose of his stupor. He felt like he could at least speak, and finished his sentence, his face still red and voice horse. "He destroyed Cardiff. I saw.. I saw-" As he tried to spit it out, he just broke into tears again, full on sobbing at the thought, words making it real. he desperately wanted to go back to the world of five minutes ago, but that was lost forever. Unable to get up, he brought his knees close to his chest, and assumed a kind of upright fetal position. His head started to ache, and he looked between his teammates, the only family he really had left. A much more durable, rough family, but a family none the less.
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