Natsu

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Dining Pavilion -> Big House
Skills: N/A

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Arthur made a face, "I think we need to go to the Big House." He said, mildly annoyed. Chiron was right here, after all, and he understood that vote needed some expectation of privacy, but he could just write it down on a piece of paper or something. He shrugged; institutions weren't exactly known for their efficiency, so much as their endless devotion to bureaucracy. i's needed to be dotted and t's needed to be crossed, after all, so it wasn't like they could just do things, they had to go to the special place and do it, lest the heavens fall.

In any case, the walk to the Big House gave him more time with Andy, so he was mildly annoyed at the situation, but happy about who he was in it with. "Yeah, there are a few hard no's that come to mind." He agreed, wanting perhaps nothing more than to avoid a situation with Cassian had any modicum of power. "I'd probably go with Demetri if I had to choose somebody." He said. He liked and trusted Dem, and though it may seem nepotistic to ask Andy to vote for her her half-sibling, it still felt like the best option, especially if votes were anonymous.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Ship interior
Skills: Jack of All Trades (Science, Engineering)

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Oliver cringed over at the body, and took a long look at it, or, long for as much as he could stomach. He wasn't the type to enjoy looking at corpses, or at least, he wasn't, but he, as in, this universe's version of him, probably wouldn't have minded at all. He tried not to linger on that thought, that serial killer Oliver Sullivan had probably seen many bodies like this one, and even made them himself. Moving on, he looked up and down, trying to focus on the tech of his former teammate's body instead of the viscera, and came to a quick conclusion.

"You folks have anything like The Borg here?" Oli asked, scooting himself imperceptibly away from the away from the corpse, not wanting to be converted himself, "Whatever was happening with Celestine, I'd have to guess it's some kind of tech-hive mind like that, and I swear to god if Stark built out something like that and released it into the wild..." He murmured off into a vague threat against The Iron Man. He didn't actually think he could do something against an avenger, but with the metric fuckton of shit that he'd put him through, it was cathartic to pretend.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:ining Pavilion
Skills: N/A

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Arthur listened as Chiron spoke, and grimaced for a moment. something didn't really feel right about him technically being a camp councilor, especially for voting matters. Some other cabins had dozens of members, and hopefully the councilors would roughly accountable to each of them for their respective cabins. He was, oddly enough, accountable to nobody, and wielded as much power as any of the others. Whatever, he thought, he'd at least get to have some say in camp affairs, that made up, a little bit, for being able to be sent on missions whenever fate fancied.

He looked over at Andy and shrugged. The two of them, as a couple, probably wielded more political power at the camp than any other two campers. That was something he hadn't really considered. With that, the two of them might be able to make significant impacts on the status quo here, but he'd need to spend more time thinking on it to come up with how that might be useful to them later on. For now, they at least got a little more time together, as they'd have to go vote together. He wasn't expecting that, and so he was pretty happy in the moment. "Ready to go when you are." He said, smiling.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Clearing -> Dining Pavilion
Skills: N/A

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Arthur's gaze followed after Andy's, resting on Tammy. He didn't much like that they were followed, but now really wasn't the time to chew out a person who was likely only acting on the orders of Chiron. That would get him nowhere, and would only serve to make a new enemy when he didn't even know if they'd all be coming home safe. Following quietly after Andy, he listened to her words, and only responded. "I'm glad we met too..." That was about all he could really say about his feelings here. Everything else was feelings, and things that would not easily be conveyed by him directly.

Standing next to Andy in the dining pavilion, he couldn't help but feel trapped. There really wasn't anything he could do but follow fate, and allow the events that were going to come to pass to do so. He hated feeling powerless like this, he didn't want to have to do any of this, but this was the situation. He quietly waiting for Chiron to list off his announcements, and probably send them off on their adventures. After that, he'd be thinking almost every moment about whether or not Andy would be safe, and keep himself as safe as possible for her.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Ship interior
Skills: N/A

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Oliver closed his eyes and listened to the Quinjet. Finally, he was getting, for however short it may be, a moment of rest. Air ran through his lungs, and he just, let the world come to him as it existed. It was only around now that he realized exactly how much in the zone he'd been. Every action he'd taken in the past bit had been tailored to escaping and surviving, and he didn't need to do that for the time being. Were they still on a mission? Yes. Were their minds still being infected with the malignant memories of some mirror, twisted versions of themselves? Yes; but they were doing what they could to abate those things.

He looked onto the body of his former teammate with a frown as she was moved out of sight. He didn't know her particularly well, but loss was loss, and this still sucked. It was also concerning that, whatever tech she was interfacing with eventually infected and overwrote her. There were terrifying implications there about the nature of consciousness, that it could just be replaced and controlled in that particular manner. Mind control wasn't strictly speaking new to him, but this sudden and complete replacement of a human consciousness was totally unprecedented.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Clearing
Skills: N/A

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Arthur struggled to keep himself together at Andy's words. He wanted her to be okay, but he knew she wasn't going to be, and he at least appreciated that she wouldn't lie to him about this. He had a marked silence at the last comment though. He felt sure that he would know exactly what he would do if he lost her. He'd go down to the underworld, demand her soul back, and never take no for an answer, even if it meant Olympus would fall on his head. Did he know what the consequences of that were? Of course not, but if that happened he couldn't image he's care much about them.

In a small voice, he responded, "I... am gonna be scared too. But we're gonna still have to fight. We can't let others get hurt to keep ourselves safe, even for one another." He'd never be able to forgive himself if somebody died and he could have done something about it. "I promise though, I'm gonna try to be safe, and... I dunno. I... can't imagine a world without you. I don't um... I'm sorry." He said, rambling slightly, "You're important to me." He finally managed to eek out. And quickly gave her a hug, squeezing tight, before letting go and stepping back awkwardly.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Ship interior
Skills: N/A

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As their aircraft went through the roughest stabilization he could imagine, Oliver kept his shit together, bracing the back of a chair and keeping himself from going flying about the cabin. Amelia was fucking crazy, but he loved that about her, and she was also the proximate cause of their asses not being dead, so she got to fly the plane however she damn well pleased. As everything stabilized, he nodded weakly to Niah, saying, "I'm so done with today. I'm uh. Fine. I promise." He grunted out, slowly working himself over to a seat, and lowkey collapsing, trying his best to ignore the smell of vomit permeating the air.

"Can we please not chew out the reason we're not unidentifiable corpses in a burning pile of jet fuel and steel for the way she kept us from becoming such, or at least, not right now?" He asked politely. Rubbing his temples, it was everything he had to not pass out in his seat. He'd run a lot today, and team members bickering was the last thing he needed. "Thanks for that, by the way, Amelia. I, for one, am not picky about the particular manner in which you prevented our deaths." Oliver said, his filter completely off for the moment. He was well past the point of social grace at this point.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Hades table -> Clearing
Skills: N/A

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Arthur's head flicked for a moment, as he realized he was addressed before he left. God he was stupid sometimes. He was just too focused on the idea that he had to spend time with Andy, that he was just tuned out of everything else. He face palmed, and made a mental note to fix that as soon as he could. He felt like an asshole now, and didn't want that to be how he was seen by people. In the meantime however, he wanted to see and spend time with Andy as much as he could .He was happy to hear that she was receptive to his idea, and quickly headed along the path to there.

Exhaling a heavy sigh of relief as they were together, he said, "Are you um..." He rubbed the back of his head, "Gonna be okay without me?" It felt like a dumb question, she could take care of herself better than he could of himself, but it was still stuck in the idea that the two of them would be lesser without each other. He felt like he'd be off his game, and he knew she'd be worrying similar things about him. As they edged towards the clearing, he took a breath of fresh air, and smiling. His heart wasn't racing, he wasn't waiting for things to crash, he was just at peace.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Ship interior
Skills: Super Speed

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Oli nodded at the order, and instantly went to speed around and grab people. He was acting mostly on instinct at this point, and so the person he wanted to get was Niah, but she took care of herself and was able to get strapped in. After that though, he had an actual decision to make. Amelia would be flying, so she had to stay unstrapped. After that, he was also inclined to grab Raynor, and se went for it, getting him into a seat. Right after he took Bonnie and put her in her in a seat, before slowing down.

God, he just needed the situation to not be fucked for five minutes. From second one on this shithole of an Earth, it felt like there was a crisis going on for every conscious second they spent, and it all kept demanding him to find more and more solutions to more and more impossible problems. Get past a scanner, break out of a prison, steal a ship, and now keep that ship from crashing into the ground and killing everyone. He just wanted to sleep, and not have all this happen. His mind kept turning though, and the next thing he did was selfish, but he went to strap himself in, but felt stuck, slowing down and desperately having trouble moving much again.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Hades table
Skills: N/A

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Arthur smiled at Kiera, and said, "Thanks for that, I really really appreciate it." and he wasn't lying. Once Andy and he got away from her, he quietly said, "If you'd like, I don't actually care that much about going to the store." He offered. If she needed to go there, he understood, but he knew a spot they could go to that would be much nicer to say goodbye at. Either way, he was just happy to have this time with just the two of them. Looking around at the Dining Pavilion around them, he frowned. As much as this place was emotionally complicated for him, he would miss it.

Shaking his head back to the topic at hand, he continued to say, "I was thinking we could go to the clearing we went to for your birthday. " That place felt like it was their spot in a way that no other place here was, and that would most certainly be a place where they wouldn't be bothered, and would be where they could get a proper send off. It sounded romantic, and he wanted to do it, but he understood if Andy didn't want to or couldn't. It would be a bit of a trek for sure, but he thought they had time.