Natsu

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Elizabeth Flame

Location: Tree -> Boston
Skills: Blindfold of Sith

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If Elizabeth still had them, she would have rolled her eyes at the monster. The words would have hurt her maybe, if she didn't know she was trying to be hurt. She'd learned a long time ago that the pain of indifference was fundamentally worse than a pain of intent, and she wasn't about to grant anything to the rodent that was indifferent to the end of all creations. Creatures that revealed in misery were of little interest to her, so she had no trouble brushing its words aside. "Your life is a worship of suffering, pity to you." She spat towards the creature, before righting herself on the tree.

Focusing as moment, she got her bearings, and rested her fingers on the bark. Solid enough for her blindfold to give her a sense of the landscape around her, she plotted a route. Getting to the portal was of course, the number one priority, and she'd be making sure she reached it without running into anybody. Putting on hand in front of the other, she scaled the tree, making a beeline for the exit, looking forward to at least being on solid ground again soon. With a last pause as she reached it, she thought briefly of saying one last thing to Ratatoskr, but decided against it, and went through the portal.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Argo III: Upperdeck -> Junkyard
Skills: N/A

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That was certainly nice, that they were given, as demigods, a nicer afterlife. He had to wonder, a bit, if as a child of the lord of the undead, he had something different. Royalty among the demigods, perhaps? That was an interesting thought, he he could of sworn he heard something like that when he was being reassured about the circumstances of his sister's death. As it seemed they reached their destination, he got up, and smiled at Andy, before following after Kiera, up to the top of the deck, and quickly taking the rope ladder down to explore the junkyard.

Taking a peak around, he saw celestial bronze everywhere. He was curious about where this actually, physically was, and what mortals saw when they stumbled across it. Moreso though, he knew he was in the domain of a God right now, and that led him to want to be careful. He'd seen what they could do, and so he felt a bit uneasy coming here. Poking around the rubbish on the ground, Arthur eventually managed to unearth some sort of odd, large object, which was a bit unlike anything he'd ever seen before. "Huh... neat." He remarked, examining it.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location:St. David's Hospital - Cardiff
Skills: N/A

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Oliver rubbed his eyes as the man, the myth, the legend, Nick Motherfucking Fury showed up. Oliver had never met the man himself, but he'd pwned enough of his systems that, almost automatically, he said, "Foxtrot isn't a secure password... Foxtrot." It boggled his mind that he was the most paranoid man on the planet, engineering dinosaurs back from the dead, and having designed more defensive protocols for the base than Oliver could ever dreamed of, secured all of it, all of it behind his own codename as a password. That was almost the definition of a cybersecurity expert's nightmare.

Shivering visibly, he said, "Not to be rude, but why are you here?" Oliver's eyes narrowed at him, things weren't right, and Fury showing up made even less sense. He just didn't understand what was going on, and it made him think he could potentially not be the real Fury. He turned his head to Niah, and took a step closer to her. He didn't trust this situation, and he wanted to be ready if he was gonna turn violent. "Things have turned upside down and-" He started to say, before remembering, "Actually, I know how we can get some insight. Niah." He said, pulling the piece of clothing tied around his waist off. "I got this off of Zuko Oli after I knocked him out, can you use your psychometry to figure out what the hell is up?"

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Elizabeth Flame

Ellis Island
Skills: Transmutation

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Elizabeth gave Folly a bit of an odd look, "Yeah ,are you not?" She asked, as the chaos unfolded around her and the fight began. What especially caught her attention though, was the adamantine knives, not only because of how interesting that metal was, but because it failed to cut the girl's skin that they had begun to engage with. It was then that she had absolutely terrible idea. Closing the distance between her and Cass, she grabbed for her hand, before saying, "At the end of this, I'll fix you back up. Promise." Before trying to meld the agent's fingers together.

This was the start of things going bad, as it turned out. Whatever this girl was made of, Elizabeth couldn't shape it, so now she was holding a trained agent's hand, with almost no tactical combat training on her own part. Thinking on her feet, she put her gun arm on her chest, and fired. She had figured her skin would be strong enough to not be punctured, and in fairness, she was correct. Unfortunately however, she was a bit too correct, and the shot rebounded, throwing Elizabeth back far away from her, disengaging the teen from Cass, but leaving her flat on her ass, on the ground

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 turned his head with interest at Andy's question. That was a curious point; he knew that people went somewhere when they died, so that meant that monsters probably had a fate as well. That made him feel better, at least, at the prospect of killing them, knowing he wasn't extinguishing the light of life. He wondered if, perhaps, his godly parent would be upset with him over his aversion to killing, being a deity of the underworld, though not, as it had been pointed out to him, of Death. The world had a natural order about it, perhaps he had to respect that, in some way, and not fight against it all so hard.

That being said, "The Pit" didn't sound like a particularly nice place, "So they're kinda immortal, that's neat. It's certainly better than what I'd been imagining." He noted, resting his head on his hands. "And I guess it kind of explains where monsters come from, given that I thought most were... unique?" He didn't have a good word for it, but he knew that the minotaur was The Minotaur, a specific monster, not some race, as were most of the ones he read about. If they just respawned eventually, then them not being all wiped out by now made sense.

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Elizabeth Flame

Location: Lobby -> Tree
Skills: N/A

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Walking up to the tree, Elizabeth rested her hands on the tree, and began to climb her way up. She wasn't gonna sugar coat things for the kid, Runa deserved a straight answer. Shrugging at the silence, she didn't actually hate climbing. There was only one direction to go, locked into a 2d plane, traveling up, rather than three directions for her to get lost in. The only thing she had to worry about was the squirrel, and how bad could that really be? She had that thought, as her body was knocked around like a rag doll by Ratatoskr, nearly kicking her off the tree.

Trying to keep her breath steady, she barely held on, finding her hand grabbed by a familiar touch. She gripped it hard, but didn't pull herself forward yet. She called over to the Squirrel, and called out, saying, "Leave us be Ratatoskr, you have better things to be doing." She tried, hoping to appeal to the monster's nature, "We'd rather not be fighting you, and we promise, the mission we're on is one you want completed." She proffered. It was a good point, if they failed this, Ratatoskr would probably end up dead, "Save us the trouble this time, and I'll get you back for it later, you have my word."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location:St. David's Hospital - Cardiff
Skills: N/A

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Oli felt slow, which was almost a nostalgic feeling at this point, which might have been nice if not for literally everything else about the situation they were in. Looking down at the head, Oli was so confused. Initially, he thought this might be some kind of hallucination, but everything felt so real. He rubbed his eyes for a moment, almost thinking what he was seeing had to be some kind of trick, an LMD, or anything, but it was too real. What was in front of him was a screaming severed head, and by everything he knew about the world, that was impossible.

He turned to look at Niah, wanting to say something to her, before it was too late, and she was deaf to the world. He was almost jealous of her, not having to hear that anymore. He was perfectly fine, however, with the fact that she was the one who got to play with the severed head instead. Keeping a close eye on the situation around them, Oli tried to hear anything that wasn't the screams, and a look of confusion crossed his face. He could hear under it the sound of ocean waves crashing. Oliver was just confused at this point, nothing was making a lick of sense.

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Elizabeth Flame

Ellis Island
Skills: N/A

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If Elizabeth was being totally honest with herself, she probably would want to be with Mister Stark; she felt like she owed him for the arm, but apparently he wanted to stop her from being an x-man, and that wasn't going to happen. If she was gonna be stuck with these godforsaken mutant powers, she would at least get to punch evil things in the face, or more accurately, shoot them with her Starktech Gun Arm. This wasn't gonna be pretty but hopefully there would be a resolution that didn't end with her having to stop doing this or go on some registry.

That all being said, Captain America was a god damn inspiration to be around. Something about the Star Spangled Man With A Plan just hit Elizabeth different. She wasn't much for role models or leaders, but even she had to admit that it was easy to just kind of fall in line for him, or at least, mostly. She already had a couple of ideas for how to be useful in this fight, especially if they were aiming for non-lethality. She wasn't about to start transmuting chemical bombs, but turning Iron Man into Lead Man sounded like a perfectly good option. Considering her options, Elizabeth crossed her arms, waiting for Team Iron Man to show themselves.

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 Kiera, "I know, I didn't mean to cut you out Ki." He said. He wasn't used to being this outwardly empathetic, but things were changing, and he had to in kind. Kindness was something everybody needed right now, and he didn't want to be the person to withhold that. He needed that returned to him, and the best way to get it, would be to give it. That seemed to be accurate as well, as the table turned to an outpouring of support for Dem. It was so hopeful to see, that even though things were terrible right now, everyone was trying to be there for one another.

As he was pulled in and nuggied, Arthur made a strange yelp, before laughing. He was glad to see that he helped him. It looked like he was feeling significantly better than before, and that made Arthur happy. It felt good to know that he was having a positive impact among all the shit that was going on. Listening to Leda continue to speak, he was a bit surprised at the power for demigods to prophesize, but his well for surprise was also pretty much bottomed out. All he could really muster in response was, "That's um... neat." with a bit of a deadpan.

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Elizabeth Flame

Location: Lobby
Skills: N/A

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Following after the group, Elizabeth chuckled a bit at the question, "Well, if you fall and survive, Good ol' Nidhogg lives at the bottom." She explained. "He's a big snake... dragon thing. I wouldn't recommend visiting him." She darkly joked, before slowly making her way down the flight of stairs. For a place that was essentially a home for combat veterans, it wasn't very accessible. It wasn't impossible, of course, for a blind girl to make it down a set of stairs, but if they could have elevators to the exit, that'd be nice. Taking careful steps, she eventually safely got to the bottom.

Taking the last step, she continued to say, "I wouldn't worry about it though, if I can do it, you can too." Elizabeth wasn't wrong, in all honesty. She'd take being inexperienced to being unable to see any day. She had her blindfold, so she wasn't fucked, but climbing would be challenging. She wasn't too worried about it though, this wasn't her first time doing this, and she handled herself well enough in otherwise dangerous activity just fine, so she really didn't think there was any real risk for her.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Elizabeth Flame

Blackbird Hangar
Skills: Transmutation

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Elizabeth tried to roll with the punches the monkeys threw at her, that was about all she could do at this point. Mostly, she was glad nobody made fun of her for her stupidity, but as they continued a question crossed Elizabeth's mind; harm was nebulous, was it not? She didn't pay attention much in school, but she knew cells died in her body regularly, would this stop that? Were they about to be immune to emotional trauma as well? Could they be made sad after? Reality warping seemed like it should be handled delicately, and this kind of haphazard word play felt akin to dancing madly on the lip of a volcano.

As she waited the results of Runa's reality warping to take effect, she tried to grab for one of the monkeys going at her, and had a terrible idea. Blood was liquidy, and so was water, and she knew she could change things that were like other things into those things so she decided to have an experiment. This was mostly fueled by the idea that, whatever these monkeys are, they probably weren't real in the same way that other creatures were, only products of the game's magic and nothing more. Grabbing one by that arm, she tried to transmute the blood of the monkey, but she didn't see any immediate changes. Disappointed, she crossed her arms in defense, hoping that they'd be invulnerable soon.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location:St. David's Hospital - Cardiff
Skills: Molecular Oscillation

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Oliver glared at this evil, older version of himself. The way he was talking, it made it seem like he was actually him from the future. But that had to be impossible; time travel aside, going back and interacting with yourself like this? The paradoxes seemed almost unresolvable with any kind of linear time model. If he was him from the future, he wasn't really Oliver, he couldn't be. It would have to be some kind of alternate timeline, or more complicated system Oli couldn't parse at the moment. Either way, he'd rather this Oli not die, in case his instincts were wrong. He didn't want to seal his own fate.

Watching Niah run off towards the scream, he was left with him and his evil twin alone. Oli didn't like having to deal this this himself; he wasn't a fighter, but that did actually balance out here, if this person was the same as him. Closing the distance between him and Evil Oli, he grabbed him by the shoulders, and phased both of them to the floor below. Sure, he had already done that earlier today against the skrulls, but if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Taking advantage of the shock of having the floor knocked out from under them, Oliver pulled his fist back, and clocked the doppelganger right in his stupid scar, knocking him out cold.

Pulling his fist back and shaking it, he looked down, a little disappointed at himself on the floor. "Honestly, I'm glad you're down, but come on, I'm embarrassed for us." Oliver said, a sneer of derision in his voice. Not taking a spare moment, Oliver ripped the shirt off the unconscious body, and tied it around his waist. When they got out of this, he'd want Niah to be able to get them answers, and he wasn't about to count on this asshole not waking up and disappearing. Oliver walked over to the door, only to find it locked. Not deterred by simple things like physical obstacles, Oli phased through, only to find the hallway absolutely freezing cold. Thoroughly confused, Oliver muttered under his breath, "What the shit is going on...", before heading off to look for the source of the scream.