Natsu

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 sat himself next to Andy quietly, setting his food down, he knew something was wrong with Dem too. In a way, it felt good to not be alone in his suffering. Not that he wanted other people to hurt or anything, he wasn't that kind of person, but it's comforting to know he wasn't crazy for being as scared and upset as he was. This was all a lot, and he just needed to not be alone right now. This all was starting to confirm it. The older demigods were able to take it on with such ease, it made it feel like there was something they were fundamentally missing as new campers.

As Demetri spoke, Arthur nodded. He took a slow sip from his orange juice, before saying, "I'm not gonna make fun of you Dem, and I'm not gonna be okay with anybody who does." He was struggling just the same as Arthur was, and it made him feel closer. "I'm scared of all this. I don't know what's happening, and I understand how you're feeling." He didn't know what else to say, but he wanted Dem to know he wasn't alone. He looked over at Andy, hoping she would say something similar.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location:St. David's Hospital - Cardiff
Skills: Superspeed

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Entering the room, Oliver was immediately put off guard. Hearing one's own voice talking to them and seeing their own face just isn't something people have to deal with. He didn't realize that this person, this thing was somehow himself before things were too late. He should have prepared for this, he thought. At some point the Skrulls would make a copy of him, it only made sense, given how he was preparing for them, but as he drew breath, time slowed down, and he watched himself commit the horrible act. As he witnessed everything unfold before him however, he noticed something, something that kept his rage from spilling over and destroying all his self control.

As the act was finished, his mind raced. Whatever Evil Oli had just killed was not him mom. Best guess at the moment was some kind of LMD, but as he parsed this, he'd already started charging at his doppleganger, only for the creature to have skirted to the other side of the room by the time he had crossed it. Seething, he wanted to cry out, to demand answers to the situation, but before he did, his thoughts caught up with him. He had to choose his next actions carefully; if he was right, the life of his mother may hang in the balance. He'd felt, for a fleeting moment, what it was to lose her, and he would not do that again.

Three clues, all which led to one possible answer, or at least, one class of answers. One: This hospital was totally empty, a sight that was rare, or otherwise totally unheard of. Two, his father was nowhere to be found, and three, his mother was no longer here, but she could be alive. These all pointed to one obvious conclusion. Somebody very much wanted Oliver to believe his mother was dead. They couldn't have witnesses, and for some reason, they weren't going to the trouble of actually killing her. If he wanted his mom to live, he had to act as if he believed she was dead, anything less would give whoever was behind this a reason to actually kill her.

"Why?" Oliver choked out, his eyes brimming with rage, still wet from the tears he has started to shed when he entered the room, "Who the hell are you, and why-" he gestured at the facsimile of his mother's corpse, "do you care so much about me? If you're skrull, you could have just put me down, you didn't need to involve her." He said through gritted teeth, "You from Thanos? Is this your way of making me suffer for escaping you on the moon? What goddamn cosmic forces give such a fuck about me, that my mom can't die in peace?" His words, though chosen, and not representative of his complete understanding of the situation, did reflect very real feelings he had right now. Why was the universe conspiring to make his life a living hell?

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Elizabeth Flame

Location: Lobby
Skills: N/A

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Elizabeth turned her head at Arnora , and just nodded, "I'm ready to headout whenever." She said, stretching a bit, as the group congregated and got prepared to leave. She didn't have much to say on the matters involved, knowing that, anything she might say would probably be met with spite. She wasn't going to try to engage with people if she knew that her advice was likely to be ignored for no other reason than it being her advice. Not now, at least. Hopefully, people would cool down in a bit, and be ready to hear her out when she has something to say.

Elizabeth gathered there was a cat who shared her namesake, and was apparently not one to fuck with. Nodding at the knowledge, she resolved to keep her distance. She liked pets, but she also liked not being eaten, and the latter greatly outweighed the former. The more the merrier, especially when they were going up against a goddess of death and their undead army. Their chances, best she could tell, weren't amazing, and she still wasn't sure how they would clinch this. She may consult the runes on the way for something in the way of ideas, but that would be once they were closer to their goal.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Elizabeth Flame

Blackbird Hangar
Skills: N/A

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As monkeys overran them, Elizabeth almost felt embarrassed. Take down scary robots? Silver Men? Gods the size of planets? No problem, but throw a group of angry monkeys at them and they floundered. Two of their team members had stab wounds, and they were blaring terrible music. This was hell. Looking at the battlefield around them, Elizabeth thought for a moment; as long as Edus was injured he wouldn't be able to help Runa, or at least, that was what she had to assume. It was at that point, that she got an interesting idea, as long as she understood Runa correctly.

"No you don't!" She called over to Runa, "You can end the spell all on your own!" She hoped that that would work, but also it felt like a risky gambit to try to alter the fabric of reality with a few quickly conceived words. It was like performing surgery with a machete, she considered, but that was essentially what the monkeys were trying to do to them, so turnabout was fairplay. Shortly afterwards though, she facepalmed. She was actually pretty certain that that wasn't how Runa's powers worked, and now she looked like an idiot. Runa's statement would become truth, not the contradiction, so that attempt was pointless.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location:Braddock Academy - Study -> St. David's Hospital - Cardiff
Skills: N/A

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The ride over, Oliver was quiet. There wasn't much to say, and he was worried that if he tried to get any words out of his mouth, nothing but tears and sobbing would come instead. Somber and quiet, he looked out to the city before him, memories of growing up and having a life here before the world got so complicated. In what would shortly be following, he knew it would be the final sentences of his story here, leading to the start of a new story that began when he found out about his pedigree. Wherever S.H.I.E.L.D was taking him, he knew that he's be going at it without his roots. This was his unearthing.

As they entered the Hospital, Oliver sighed. This place was sterile; life wasn't meant to take place here, it was meant to end here. The smells, the walls, even the music, there was nothing real here, just attempts for comfort in the most uncomfortable place a person could be in. "If you could wait outside the door, I'd... no." He said, shaking his head. He wanted somebody with him, he didn't fully understand why, but being in that room alone, it didn't sit right. He needed somebody who wasn't in pain, and that would be Niah. "I... please join me." He finished, looking at her, holding back tears, as he lightly knocked on the door.

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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Rising out of bed, Arthur stretched his arms. He knew people would take note if he holed up in here all day, so he couldn't really let himself do that. Plus, arguably more importantly, he knew Andy would be worried about him if he didn't show up soon. In a way, it was nice to know somebody cared, it gave him something to fight for besides himself. That was important when things are as bleak as they are, it could be too easy to lose hope, and give up. Andy kept him accountable, it made it so if he gave up, it wouldn't just hurt him, it would hurt her too.

Changing clothes, and stepping out of his room, he started to head up to the galley. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if any of the sea gods cared about the Argo III, it was technically a boat after all, or if they found it be be some kind of an affront to their domain. Flying ships with just so fantastical, that he could only assume that fantastical creatures had some opinion on them; they were too interesting not to. Making his way to there, he gave a small wave at Kristin, but otherwise stayed quiet, as he tended to getting himself some breakfast; cereal and orange juice.

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Elizabeth Flame

Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 -> Beth's Room -> Lobby
Skills: N/A

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Thanks to her backpack, Elizabeth had what she needed on her to defend herself at almost all times. Extradimensional spaces were nice like that, it meant she had no excuse not to be prepared. That thought in mind, she was short of changes of clothes. No point in being prepared for spontaneous adventures after all. Heading off to her room, she wasted no time. She picked out a few simple outfits, her latest journal, her MP3 player, and of course a pair of headphones. Dumping them into her bag rather unceremoniously, she turned back towards her door, and headed back down.

Entering the lobby, Beth tightened her blindfold. All she could hope would be that the friction their group already had wouldn't result in calamity, but that was out of her hands. The route they had opted to go down for conflict resolution was the classic method of not talking about it and hoping it went away, which in her experience seldom worked out well. She supposed however, like most things today, they'd have to hope that things went their way in spite of all things conspiring against them. Her worry, was that this was fate they were dealing with, and leaving absolutely anything to chance would result in failure, but focusing on that wouldn't help.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location:Braddock Academy - Study
Skills: N/A

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Oliver forced a smile at Captain Britain, saying, "We appreciate that, thank you Sir." Even under the pretenses of their visit, Oliver was a Cardiff Native, he was raised with a certain degree of respect for this institution in particular. He was the hero of Cardiff, and after the protection he provided in the attack a few months ago, he could only assume he'd gotten even more popular. Nodding at the two of them, he was about to echo Niah's sentiment, before pausing and saying, "I'm tuned into a lot of feeds and places, send along your daughter's information, and if you'd like, I can see if I can pull anything up. Last known location, photos, that kind of thing." He said, before stepping over to the desk, and jotting down his number and email on a scrap of paper.

Handing it over to Britain he said, "Anything I can do to help, you know?" Before turning back to Niah. "Yeah, of course. St. David's." He confirmed gravely. "It shouldn't take long to get there from here." He confirmed, before starting forward, and stopping. It felt like he wanted to say something, to come up with a reason to stop and stay, but he knew there were none. Anything he could come up with would be excuses, and he knew he owed his mother more than that. Drawing breath, he continued forward, and just said, "Let's go then. No point in delaying the inevitable."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Elizabeth Flame

Blackbird Hangar
Skills: N/A

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Elizabeth keeled over after being stabbed, clutching her side. "And fuck you too." She choked out, before curling up into a fetal position. She really really needed to learn how to handle herself in combat, or her insides would end up being her outsides. In a way though, being stabbed was a blessing, it kept her from making any snarky, contradictory comments. Though she wasn't looking up at the situation, she gathered from the noise around them that, in fact, they had managed to take down Runa. That was good, since it felt like she could be coup de grace'd at any moment.

As blood trickled through, he shirt, she coughed, and sat herself up, keeping pressure on the wound. She gave an annoyed look to Mary as she pushed the game along, hoping they could, at least for a moment, take a second to breathe, but apparently not. As Klara healed her up, she smiled at the Asgardian woman. Heals were always nice, as dying would severely throw off her plans for the future. Standing up shakily, she rubbed the blood off her skin, and winced. Her shirt felt gross now, as the blood stains began to cool and get sticky.

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 cleared his throat at Andy's observation, that nobody else would be able to teach him how to control the dead, and said, "I don't mind taking a break from that for awhile..." Looking down at the ground, he frowned. He didn't want to mess with any of that, death was too much for him right now, and he was worried about how being this emotionally unstable would impact what he summoned. He was okay at controlling the mist though, and he might focus on that more instead. It felt less evil, he had no baggage associated with it, and most of all, it was fundamentally non violent, something he cared a bit more about now.

Apparently they'd be heading to a scrap yard for repairs? That sounded fine to him, assuming everything went smoothly, which it probably wouldn't. He'd been reading myths a bit, and he knew that Hephaestus was the god of the forge, so he didn't have any doubt that that'd be able to get anything they needed there. It surprised him a bit that a god of creation spent time around trash, but maybe that was his passion; taking broken things and making them right again. That was something he could use right now, feeling pretty broken himself.

The following night, he'd managed to get a bit of sleep, but stayed in his room for a bit after coming to. Time on his own seemed a commodity at this point, one he would spend with reckless abandon. Rolling over in his bed, everything seemed fine in here. Nobody to die, no monsters to cause problems. As long as he stayed here, nothing could go wrong. At least, that was the model he constructed in his head. he knew it wasn't real, but it was a nice idea.