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X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Elizabeth Flame

Location: The Reception
Skills: N/A

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Flying backwards, Elizabeth reflected on the decisions that led to this turn of events. She really needed to learn to think things through, like mot attacking the king of metal. As she fell back on her ass, she grunted, feeling physically fine, if not a little banged up, but she was now angry. She watched Magneto exit, and it was everything in her not to yell at him over it. She did, however, exercise a modicum of self control, and not goad the villain anymore. All she did was glare at him, and grip her fist in a vain attempt to displace her anger into something non destructive.

Brushing herself off, Elizabeth smiled at Antoinette, and said, "Ego's bruised, but I think I'll be okay, um..." She wasn't sure the two of them had met, before saying ,"Antoinette... right?" She'd heard her name tossed around, but this was the first time they had talked, if she recalled correctly. Taking her hand, and pulling herself up, she smiled at her, "Thanks a lot, I probably shouldn't have done that, but I dunno." She fixed her hair, throwing it all back behind her shoulder, "He just really pissed me off, coming here and all. You know?" Watching Antoinette's illusion powers, she gave a kind of impressed look at her and said, "That's really neat." Clearly, Elizabeth was awestruck by this.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:The Galley

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Arthur smiled and nodded at Andy's question, he wanted some things cleared up for sure, especially if he was gonna be staying with these people. The first one that came to mind was kind of an uncomfortable one, "Do we serve the gods?" He wanted to know that up front. After everything that happened, he didn't know if he could help them in good faith. At this point, he felt like the skies could part and the gods could die for all he cared, in fact, he might be happier if that did happen. He hoped that that question wouldn't upset Rebecca, but he honestly cared very little.

Clearing his throat, he also continued to ask, "And, if so, do we need to go on Quests?" He didn't mind exploring and putting his life on the line, but if he didn't have to, he legitimately didn't know if we wanted to. The camp seemed nice, and he didn't mind the idea of staying there forever, especially if Andy was with him. He just, didn't want to be fighting all the time, at least not right now. As cool as having powers and everything was, it seemed like it came with a cost he really didn't want to have to pay. He wanted to be a kid, live life, and have fun, not be a pawn in a god's war.

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Elizabeth Flame

Location: Gift Shop
Skills: N/A

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Righting herself up, Elizabeth rubbed her temples, Trying to make sense of everything she had just seen. Turning her head towards Klara, she furrowed her brow, "I didn't expect new girl to bash my head in, shoot me. In my day, we had a modicum of respect for the blind." One thing she did miss, was the ability for here to roll her eyes, which she would very much be doing right now if she could. Rubbing her head, she looked at Runa and said, "Nice reaction time, that'll serve you well here. Flame's the name, no hard feelings about the concussion. Promise." She said, trying to be nicer to the girl, since she seemed like the take no shit kinda person.

She frowned, before saying, "On the downside, I think the world might be ending. Pity." She crossed her arms. That vision, if she recalled correctly, it was one of the events leading up to Ragnorak, the capture of Baldur, "I had a vision, when the new girl knocked me out. Hel's captured the god of love, or I just had a weird dream. 50/50 shot. That's how Ragnarok's supposed to start, right?" She exhaled, not wanting terribly to have to deal with that, but if it was happening, she'd have to do what she could to prevent it. Hoping her fellow residents had some thoughts on the matter, she leaned against the Aisle, waiting for them to respond.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location: The Moon
Skills: Superspeed

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Watching as his plan crumbled beneath him, he was quickly looking for alternatives, but then he received salvation from the most unlikely of sources. It felt like he'd taken some kind of drug, and now he was hallucinating a cat leading a charge of winged dinosaurs into combat against alien conquerors, but that was the world he found himself in. Thinking quickly, he leveraged the randomness of it all. Three of them were down or dead, and the circus that this fight had devolved into seemed to be a perfect time to enact their plan. Picking up some of the dust on the ground, he looked at Gamora and said, "Fun fact, since this moon doesn't have an atmosphere, the dust and dirt here is very sharp." He played with a bit of it, before launching it directly into her eyes. "So, have fun with that." He said, before speeding off to the Quinjet, stumbling at first, but maintaining his footing, as, in a blur, he grabbed the LMD, and marveled at it for what felt like a moment to him, before placing it in front of Gamora, and heading back to the ship.

There was still one more thing that needed to be taken care of. Flynn could take out the LMD well enough with his rocket launcher, but Goose would be caught in the cross fire. He couldn't let that happen, putting aside his love for cats, Goose had joined them for this conflict. Fluffy or not, he was a soldier, and he wasn't about to leave a man behind. Sitting at the controls for the Jet, he had an idea. If Fury was half as crazy as he thought he was, there was no way the director didn't teach his hyper intelligent cat Morse code. Firing up the speakers, Oliver set them to blast a message in an ultrasonic frequency, "GOOSE GET OUT OF THERE, ROCKET IN BOUND." With that, all that was left to signal Flynn that it was time. One thing he wasn't sure of though, was if their coms were being monitored or not, so he elected to be careful in his communication, broadcasting to his teammates. "Cass, get out of there. Flynn, it's time to end this, take her out with me." He put special emphasis on the last word, wanting to make sure he understood that he'd swapped out.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location: The Moon
Skills: Superspeed

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Stepping off the Quinjet, Oliver was surprised by how quickly things started to turn to combat. He didn't know what he expected, but he thought there might be at least some conversation before the abject carnage, but alas, this was the world they found themselves in. Watching in shock as one of Tinley's legs were severed, he gasped. Shit was getting real, quickly, and it wasn't just about him anymore, they'd wipe the Earth clean if the Secret Warriors failed here. They were Monsters, each and every one of them, and as the green one had the audacity to call herself his sister, something broke in him.

Gripping the spear, he trembled with anger as a black inky net shot out of it. "My sister?" He said, his eyes blazing, "That must mean something else in your tongue, because you look a lot like scum to me." He lunged straight at her, but the spear was knocked from his hands. In a blind rage, a new kind of feeling awoke in him and, almost instinctually, he turned on the spot, and with his speed, he brought his fist towards Gamora, only for her to side step him. Still though, he continued forward, rushing past her and turning on the spot, putting distance between the two of them. At that moment, he had an idea, and he reached over to his phone, tapping a few buttons quickly, and releasing the raptors. Calling out to Strange he said, "Doctor! Open a portal back to the Headquarters, something will be joining us shortly, and they need a way here." As he did this, he kept his focus on Gamora, malice in his eyes.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Elizabeth Flame

Location: The Reception
Skills: Gun Arm

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Elizabeth was about done with buckethead's bullshit. Crashing a wedding was one thing, but if his son hated him so much that he was willing to leave his own wedding to get away from him, he needed to get his ass out of there. Before she even really know what she was doing, she was around the wall that had been constructed, shifting her arm along the way. She had an idea, and it was going to happen, she didn't care if it blew the dick's head off. "What part of fuck off don't you understand?" She asked, resting the blaster of the gun right under the helms lip, before firing it straight off of him.

Her rage boiling, she started say, "Maybe now you can hear us better," as she reared her arm back, intending to slam her arm right into the back of his head, saying "Now, won't you j-" She found herself cut off by shock, as her harm froze mid-swing. She realized, she had ignored the crucial fact that her arm was made of metal, and she was currently attempting to attack the man who could control metal with his mind with it. This may have been, in retrospect, something that some might argue could be called akin to a mistake. Gritting her teeth, she tried to yank her arm back to get the hell away from him, but she was stuck. A look of genuine fear crossed her eyes as she looked over to Guin, hoping for some form of help.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location: Hangar -> Robotics Lab
Skills: N/A

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With a few keystrokes on his phone, the message was sent, and Oliver took a break for a moment. They were on the clock now, and it felt weird for a moment. They had all decided to fight for him, to go up to the moon, put their lives on the line, just to give him a fighting chance at survival. That was something powerful, and it meant something to him. He wouldn't forget this if he lived, not ever, resolving to make it up to all of them however he could. Nodding over at Bonnie he said, "Let's go then, not a second to spare and all." Starting over to the lab, he gave a goodbye smile at Tempest before saying, "If you don't have anything better to do, I'd love to um... have you around." He said awkwardly, before tacking on, "I mean, I'm sure you'd be able to help program the LMD and uh... stuff."

Hurrying off, he felt his face go red, what the hell was that about? It was a stupid selfish thought, he didn't even really know how he felt about Tempest for god's sake. For all he knew, he could be dead in a few hours, and he just said something like that to somebody who'd have to survive the aftermath of his death, should it happen. He felt gross and bad now, on top of the endless amount of stress, fear, anger, and thesaurus worth of negative emotions he was going through. Stepping into the lab, a part of him didn't want Tempest to follow, but another still badly did. He was a mess, and had to get things in order before the conflict commenced. Looking at Sparky, he started to take off the protective suit, so they'd be able to get a DNA sample off of him.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Arthur's room -> The Galley

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With Andy at his side, Arthur felt a kind of peace, as if the sadness in him had subsided in a way, still there, but no longer tumultuous. He felt like he could function now, without balling his eyes out or screaming at the first person that looked at him. As they made their way into the Galley, Arthur saw Rebecca, the daughter of the monster that killed his friend, and his face twitched for a moment, almost wanting to sneer at her. He knew he couldn't hold her responsible for the actions of her godly parent, but gods, it was hard to be around her right now.

It felt odd, her asking what she could do for them. Nothing could be done, but the fact that she at least wanted to help made things a little better. But, as she broke the tension with that almost horrifying piece of trivia, Arthur actually laughed. It was completely unexpected, but the randomness of it hit him in just the right way. Exhaling he shrugged and said, "I just... need time I think." He couldn't go back to studying now, he wouldn't be able to focus, "I don't want to mess around with the... dead right now." Saying that word made him uncomfortable, but he wanted to be clear with Rebecca.

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Elizabeth Flame

Location: Gift Shop
Skills: N/A

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"Oh come now, I'm far from ha-" She started to say, as she blinked, and let the flames from her eyes dissipate, only to be cut short as Runa knocked her the fuck out. As she slipped into unconsciousness, a juxtaposition of pride and unyielding rage overtook her. She liked this new girl, even as the world turned into an inky blackness, she resolved to have as much fun as she could with her. Her body hit the floor, rag dolling in the middle of the gift shop aisle.

Soon though, her mind was overtaken with a vision, where she was sitting in some throne room. In front of her sat a person who's visage was deeply troubling, half beautiful girl, half decrepit corpse. Staring at her for awhile, she cocked her head. It'd been awhile since she saw anybody properly, but she hoped that that wasn't how humans looked anymore. Thinking for a moment, it seemed like that might be Hel, but she'd need to research to be sure. Off in the corner, was a cell, and a shadowy figure in there, seemingly imprisoned. Stepping towards it, she recognized the imprisoned figure as the God of Love himself, Baldur. She was about to say something to him, but she drifted back towards consciousness before she had the chance. Her eye lids opening as she looked up towards the ceiling, she said, "Interesting... Very interesting." Her head pounding with pain from the crack she got on her head.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location: Hangar
Skills: Hacking

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Nodding at Cass, he got what he had to do, and with Tempest's help, he knew he'd be able to do it. Her words cut deep to him, the notion of being with him to the end was melancholic. She cared about him, and knowing that gave him the kind of strength he needed to move forward. Taking his phone, he exhaled, and went to work. He'd reached out to the ship twice now, so he was confident he could get back to send a message. Queuing up a message to be sent from a SHIELD relay node in Cardiff, it read
"NOT ANOTHER HUMAN DIES. MEET AT ATTILAN, WE'LL END THIS THERE."
Putting his phone back in his pocket, he exhaled. That hopefully put an end to his assault. "It's ready to fire when you give the word." He said, looking at Cass resolutely.

"The atmosphere on the Moon is permeated with Terrigen Mist, a stealth suit will put me at risk with that." He pointed out. He wasn't opposed to it, but if he cocooned again, his death might as well be assured. The plan outside of that, seemed doable, if luck was on their side, even though it quite obviously wasn't. Facing down the mad titan scared him, but right about now, he wanted to fuck him up, and the best way to make sure he could do that would be surviving to tomorrow. A time would come for revenge, but now was the time to survive, and it would take everyone trying their hardest to have a chance at that.