Natsu

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Elizabeth Flame

Jungle
Skills: N/A

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Elizabeth was glad to hear that this girl didn't take exception to her calling out Loki, things getting awkward between the only people in this jungle would be bad, to say the least. It was odd that Klara was depowered and they weren't, but hey, she'd take it. If she had to pick between somebody else being helpless in the jungle and herself being, she'd take the former every day. Keeping her guard of as they walked, she never knew when, or if, something else was going to attack them. This place was crawling with things that would very much like to kill them, and if she could do anything about it, she wouldn't be giving them the chance.

As they entered the shelter, she let herself relax a bit. Now they were at least somewhere that danger couldn't come at from any angle. This was nice, or at least as nice as a hut in the middle of a godsforsaken jungle could be. Stepping into the cave, she gave a look at the girl around the fire, and sat across from her, taking in the warmth of the hearth. She craned her neck to look at the runes sprawled across the floor and asked, "What is it they mean, exactly? Sorry for intruding, but we met your friend out there and she invited us to stay with you. My name's Elizabeth, you're Runa, right?"

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Elizabeth Flame

Location: Dailsy's table
Skills: N/A

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Beth cackled a bit at Arnora's correction, before saying, "Oh, newbie is Baldur's kid? that's why she's so soft. Gotcha." She didn't know much about Baldur's children, but she would assume they wouldn't be the toughest things. She herself certainly took after her own dad in plenty of ways, cunning, tricky, and bad with authority, she was sure a god of joy wouldn't exactly have the qualities of a warrior. That being said, it was the last piece of the puzzle. Especially with that prophecy, she was certain now. The end of all things was barreling towards them.

"Well, we're right fucked. Hope you all have enjoyed your afterlives." She remarked, more annoyed at the ceremony than anything, not being able to see the rune above Runa's head. "For a place filled with dead warriors, you'd think there'd be more disability accomodations for our ceremonies." That did piss her off a good bit. She was lucky, being able to navigate the hotel blind, but she was certain others would have a lot more trouble. Her blindfold let her get past most of the hurdles, but that was pretty unique to her. "I'm guessing the Thane's will take me seriously now though, so that's good." She remarked, leaning on the table a bit.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Argo III: Upperdeck
Skills: N/A

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As Rebecca leaned in and whispered something to the Gryphon, he waited for an answer to the question. Honestly, he wasn't sure how he was going to continue to get along with Rebecca, or atleast, have things not be awkward. Her mom killed his friend, after all. Glad the creature was at least going to be okay, he exhaled, before given Rebecca an odd look at her answer. Was it that hard to be straightforward and honest? If things weren't going to get better, she could at least say so, not dress up the reality in something pretty.

"Right, so it's only a matter of time before I'm dead, or somebody else here is." He said, as he could feel his anger rising, before taking a few trembling steps away, "Is it mostly monsters, or do our parents really like killing us too? Or is that just your mom's thing?" The words tumbled out of his mouth, not really thinking about the potential impact they could have. He didn't have anger at Rebecca, but at this entire situation. There didn't seem to be any good or bad forces, just ones that would kill them indiscriminately, and those that would keep them around as long as they were useful.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location: Hallway
Skills: Molecular Oscillation, Superspeed

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Oliver gave her an odd look, before his phone rang and his blood ran cold. Hollowly, he picked up the phone, and, while maintaining eye contact, listened to his father deliver the news that time was running out. Inhaling, he said, "Alright dad, I'll get there as soon as I can. Please. Tell Mom I'm coming, and that I love her too, okay?" After a moment, he hung up, calmly put his phone in his pocket, and then, almost acting on pure instinct, got behind The Daughter, and wrapped one of his arms around her chest, putting her in a body lock. With his free hand, he flattened he held his fingers out and together, and started to phase them.

Sticking his hand right on the inside of her throat, his eyes narrowed, and his voice turned cold. "Listen, and listen closely. You try to move, I will stop my hand, and you will die. You attack me, I will stop my hand, and you will die. You give me any answer that I think is bullshit, I will stop my hand, and you will die." With that last sentence, he tightened his grip a bit, before losing concentration, and getting his hand stuck, tearing her throat open. Thinking on his feet, he took his hand, and covered the cut with it, before continuing. "Sorry about that, my hand slipped. The good news is now you get to die when I remove my hand, the bad is, until I do, you're going to be choking to death on your own blood. So here's the deal." He said, his voice filled with malice.

"You're going to choke out whatever words you can, and tell me exactly how you know about my mother. You will tell me why you want me off the board, and you'll tell me who the fuck you are." He sneered, tightening his grasp on her throat. "Until you do, I will do everything in my power to make your death as painful as I possibly can. When I'm satisfied, one way or another, that's when you get to die. The only choice you have left in your life is if you want to die in pain and misery, or if you want it quick and easy." Oliver felt inhuman right now, in a way he never did before. These people knew about his mom, and if they had anything to do with her dying, he would burn every last one of them. "I am Thane, son of Thanos, and if that doesn't make you fear for everyone you ever knew or loved, then you're too stupid to be useful to me." Those words felt toxic in his mouth, but it was about the most intimidating thing he could conceive of.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Elizabeth Flame

Jungle
Skills: N/A

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Elizabeth looked with a kind of curiosity at the Goddess of Love and Oceans. She supposed this technically wasn't the first time she met a god, Thor was one after all, but it still felt weird. "Pleased to meet you, Like Carolina said, I'm Elizabeth. Newbie x-woman, and kicker of asses." She said, looking around their surroundings. The Jungle was just bound to be crawling with bugs, and that set her on edge. She was happy that her powers proved useful here though, makeshift weapons would be something she'd be working on in the future, it seemed like the most practical application of her powers in retrospect.

"Yeah, no offense, but your uncle is kind of a dick." She said, not at all liking the fact that they were stuck here, "That being said, I'm sure you're lovely, and we'd very much like to go to your jungle shelter please." She said. Meeting other gods, increasing their number, and having some kind of shelter all sounded wonderful. She had no idea how long they'd be in here, but however long it was, consolidating their resources seemed like the smart play. "Thanks for the assist, by the way, we'd be a lot worse off without your help, I'm sure."

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Argo III: Upperdeck
Skills: N/A

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Arthur nodded at Rebecca, glad he had managed to get the right ones. "I'm glad, I hope it feels better soon." He said meekly, as its jaw snapped. He gave the creature a look see, and stuck his hand out, seeing if he could help, but the creature snapped at him as well, and he quickly took several steps back. He wasn't about to lose a finger for this thing.

He looked over a rebecca, and quietly asked, "Um... Is it always like this?" He rubbed the back of his head, clearly distressed. "Like, killing things, people dying? It... it gets better right?" He almost wanted her to lie to him, and tell him that this was atypical, and that this sort of thing didn't happen often. But more than anything else, he wanted that lie to be true.

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Elizabeth Flame

Location: Dailsy's table
Skills: Rune Magic

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"I thought I said the world was ending." Beth said dryly. "I wasn't joking." She traced her fingers along the table, drawing out runes across the surface. "I'll show you what I saw, if you'd like." She offered, as her eyes opened once more, revealing their hollowed out shell. "Here, this was my vision." And before them, the surface of the table rippled and shimmered, before becoming like a moving painting, showing Elizabeth's dream from her perspective. A half face woman, Hel, sat on her throne, with Baldur in a cage at her side, "This is Eljudnir, Hel's base in Niflheim, and that caged figure is Baldur." she explained, as the table faded back.

"This is one of the signs of Ragnarok, you see." She explained, closing her eyelids once more, before continuing to say, "If my vision is to be believed, and it should be, then the end times are coming. All will burn, and the world will end." She said emotionlessly. She was too old, it felt like, to have been born so long ago, and live to see the end times. "We are all that stands between the world and the apocalypse, I don't know if fate can be changed, but it looks like that's our only option now." She sighed, rubbing her temples. "So, take your best guess as to how I'm feeling Arnora." She said, almost spitefully.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location: The Roof - Quinjet -> Hallway
Skills: Molecular Oscillation, Superspeed

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The best Oliver could gather from Cass's response was that there was no plan with what they would do when they captured the American icon, so that only consolidated his position more. They couldn't go through with this. The man had fought in World War II, and they were supposed to take him into the government under controversial legislation because they were ostensibly soldiers, and soldiers followed orders. Was this on the same order as the Nazis? No, of course not, not yet, but it could get there. People like him, Inhumans or mutants, were born with powers, how long until they were forced to register too? Being a man of logic, he was careful of slippery slopes, but this felt like it was an actual one, and he didn't like it.

As Cass left the Quinjet, Oli wasn't far behind. If something was up, he wasn't gonna be on the sidelines, even if fighting wasn't his forte. Watching the scene unfold in front of him, his body began to vibrate, brilliant blue lightning crackling around his eyes. He didn't know who these people were, but they were a threat, and he had to deal with that. Taking a step towards the young one, his body began to vibrate, and he was met with sharp blades being thrown his way. Swallowing hard, he decided that he wasn't the one to fuck with. Instead, he switched his attention to the girl still standing, and grabbed her, trying out a new trick. Drawing breath, he matched her natural frequency to that of the floor beneath her, and shifted her out of phase, sending her through the ground. Punching the air, he said, "Fuck yeah, that actually worked?" Zipping away and downstairs, he locked onto her, and socked her in the cheek, before saying, "Sorry about that, give up now, and I won't have to hurt you any more, okay?"

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Elizabeth Flame

Jungle
Skills: Transmutation, Gun Arm

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As they were transported into the Jungle, Elizabeth groaned, seeing they came up short in terms of luck. She didn't want to be in the hot insect ridden dangerscape that this would end up being, but she would deal with it. As she was handed a stick, she looked down at it and squinted. Wood was weird and she honestly didn't know if she would be able to do anything here. "I'll see what I can do, give me a second." She said, before gripping it with both hands, and closing her eyes. The material was porous, and springy, and only one of those things she could change, try to make it hard and strong. Sliding her hands down the stick, it turned to a metal, but still with the texture and look of a stick.

Smiling down at it she remarked, "I'd do some good work as an artist." thinking out loud, before looking back up, and realized that the world didn't stop when she wasn't paying attention. How rude of it. Carolina had been attacked, and her brain went into offense mode. Gripping the stick with her real hand, she charged at the beast, and drove the stick through its eye, before looking at the other one, and firing a blast at it, knocking it back. "Sorry about that, I'll try to pay better attention. Here." She said, pulling the stick back and handing it over to her.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Argo III: Upperdeck -> Cargo Hold
Skills: N/A

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Arthur flinched as the Gryphon crashed onto their ship, not ready for another fight. His hand trembled towards his knife, but as Rebecca started to tend towards it, he relaxed a bit. It was good to see that this wasn't all fighting and death, but that they were trying to help things too. He was a bit scared to approach it but as he was directed to help Rebecca care for it, he gave a nervous look over towards it, keeping his distance. He nodded at his directions, not at all minding putting some distance between him and the beast, and headed down towards the cargo hold.

As he entered, he realized he had no idea what kind of herbs he was looking for, so he was kind of in a tough situation. He wasn't an apothecary by any means, so sending him down with no real instructions might not have been the best idea. Rummaging through barrels and working his way back, he eventually found something back there that looked vaguely herb shaped. Figuring that was his best shot, he grabbed as much of it as he could manage, and started heading back to the deck, taking a breath for a moment as he did. It was nice to be away from everyone, giving him a chance to just calm down and decompress.