Natsu

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Big House (outside)
Skills: N/A

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Arthur waited around after letting go of Andy, and looked at the group of kids around them. He didn't particularly care if they say him show affection or not, he had difficulty caring about most anything outside of Andy recently. A part of him hoped that time away from Andy would give him the opportunity to branch out in that department, and find some hope in the world. Everything had just been so awful for so long, he felt like he might take anything to just have a little bit more.

In the moment though, nothing much seemed to be happening. He supposed that was just the calm before the storm, or whatever. There wasn't much point in starting stuff when they'd all be scattered to the wind in a few minutes. Arthur crossed his arms, and just breathed in, existing at the camp for as long as he could, before he'd be thrusted into the much more dangerous world, with people he didn't much know, to server gods he didn't really care all that much about.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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The Aerie
Skills: Molecular Oscillation

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Support beams were important, or at least, that was what Oli thought as somebody who had no formal training in architectural design, and in the grand tradition that Oli's life seemed to engage in, he was right, and it didn't much matter. Before he could do anything, things were falling around and on him. Holding his breath, he knew that he couldn't get out of this situation, even with his speed, and so the one thing he could do was control variables. If he accepted the fact that he was gonna get hit by something, he might be able to control how that happened. And, just as he thought, at the small of his back, he felt wood start to pierce his skin and, thanking himself for his super speed, he shifted his body ever so slightly, and tried his best to make sure nothing important was pierced.

And it seemed like it worked, as with everything said and done, he wasn't dead, though he was impaled and in ungodly amounts of pain. He coughed, and blood trickled down his chin. He was pretty sure that if he phased out now, he'd be fine, his speed healing could keep this from making him bleed out, but god he was having trouble muster up the energy to not just collapse here. It was then that he heard Niah's voice, calling out to him, and he knew he had to reach into that internal reserve of power that was there in all of us when it needed to be, and power through it. Phasing himself through, and lightly grabbing Flynn as he did so, Oli popped out holding his asshole of a comrade, and met eyes with Niah as he collapsed on the ground in front of the rubble, barely managing to set Flynn down as he fell forward. "Not dead but um." He coughed, holding his wound, "I really, really don't want to ever have a building dropped on me again."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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The Aerie
Skills: Super speed

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Oli watched as Cap managed to deal with the severing of his tendon, a bit of shock on his face. If it wasn't for his inhuman (pun intended) reaction time, he may have not been able to get out of the way before the jetpack hit him. He really didn't want to kill Captain America, even if this universe's one was somehow evil, or working for powers that ultimately were not aligned with the best interests of innocent people, and so he decided to try to deal with the jetpack, and took his sword to it. Oli, however, was very smart, but not very wise, and so he hadn't considered that this would literally blow up in his face.

As the jetpack exploded and blew him back, Oli tried to keep his wits about him. The odd thing about physics was that it didn't much care about consciousness; the things that would normally happen in too little time to perceive were very perceptible to speedsters, so as his body blew back, he was helpless but to be a spectator until the forces were more manageable. Once he landed though, he took the momentum, and headed straight for Luminous. Zipping over, he pulled his fist back, and stopped firmly by shoving his fist in her face, knocking her out cold, and hopefully clearing the battlefield of two effective adversaries.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Big House (outside)
Skills: N/A

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Arthur found himself staring pensively at Andy, and let out a small breath as he was hugged. Wrapping his arms around her, and closed his eyes, and just existed there, in that moment. This was all so much, but it would be a thing that had to be endured. If he kept himself together, if he just fought and won and they both came back, everything would be fine. Gripping his hands tight, he whispered back, "I will. I promise. Please come back safe." That was all he could really muster without showing an amount of emotion that would have been wholly inappropriate.

Arthur just nodded towards Kiera. The whole thing seemed so unfair, and he knew this couldn't be a new occurrence. The nature of quests probably meant that people who were close to each other got split up a lot, but it still stung. He wondered what exact mechanism fate worked by, did this serve some greater purpose, or was it just the way things were? If these prophesies existed, why did they need to try to follow them? Wouldn't reality just make it so? Did they actually have the ability to choose how to act, or were they just being puppeted through a future that would always come?

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Big House
Skills: N/A

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This was the end and Arthur knew it. His hand was resting lightly in Andy's, and he, somehow, didn't feel like he was on the verge of a breakdown. There was a quiet sadness in him; an acknowledgement that this was about to happen, and was inevitable. He found himself memorizing the details of the feeling of their hands locked together, a token he did with the understanding that it would not be a feeling that he'd get for a very long time afterwards. He silently prayed to homemade that he'd be able to remember everything about her so well that it would almost seem like they were still together, but he knew that was just wishful thinking.

Looking at his future group mates, Arthur made himself smile. He had to hope that they'd enjoy themselves together, or at least whatever was the most reasonable analogue of that for children being sent on a death mission to serve the needs and wants of at best uncaring gods. They were nice enough people, Arthur thought, and they wouldn't be totally screwed between the group members, but he still kept his hand in Andy's, a pit in his stomach as they neared separation.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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The Aerie
Skills: Molecular Oscillation, super speed

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Oli was really really hoping that he'd never have to actually be hit ever again in his life, and up until a second ago, it seemed almost reasonable. The man was fast, and even if he couldn't keep distance between himself and aggressors, he figured dodging normal speed attacks would be easy. He now saw how foolish that thought had been, as one of his teeth flew out of his mouth. As blood pooled in his lower jaw, he reached for his sword, and there was a rage in his eyes. He wouldn't stoop to murder, not yet, but there was a bloodlust in him now that had to be sated

"And you," Oliver said, a piercing look in his eyes, "Are going to regret thatm" Without thinking, Oliver took his sword, and almost casually swing it towards the back of The Captain's ankle, severing the tendon that kept his calf connected to his lower foot. If Oliver knew his biology, and granted, he didn't, that should keep Cap from the rest of this battle, and even future ones. With the blood that had accumulated in his mouth, Oli spit on Captain America, before turning his attention to the rest of the fight, unsure of how best to help.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Big House
Skills: N/A

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Arthur drummed his fingers on the table, eager to learn about what exactly this place was. He was concerned, of course, about the potential dangers that any given place could have, but it sounded like this was a known location, which meant that, hopefully, the demigods of Camp Halfblood were well equipped to deal with whatever threats their loved ones would need to face. This was better than, in his mind, them going to a place that was not as well defined, and having to deal with dangers on the fly; this was something that Arthur's mind would likely never want to engage with.

Arthur grabbed Andy's hand instinctively, making small circles with his thumb on her wrist. He hadn't thought much about physical contact before, but he quickly realized how much he would miss it. Even if they could keep in contact with Iris Messages or Chocolate, it wouldn't be the same. He realized just how much he'd be needing a hug from her the very moment they were reunited, and her squeezed his hand as he thought about his.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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The Aerie
Skills: Molecular Oscillation, super speed

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Oliver's head was swimming; caught between his obsessive thoughts on killing Raynor and worry about his recently rewritten friend, and that was before people who wanted to kill them showed up. He gritted his teeth, he had thought that they were supposed to be safe here, but it was danger and death once again. Maybe the reason he was so fixed on killing Raynor, not some evil magician forcing world's together, but just because he was so on edge from the amount of wanton murder he has committed over the past year. Oliver probably, in any case, needed a therapist.

Without even thinking much about it, he targeted the person who recognized as an Avenger, Captain America. Normally he'd be worried about trying to take out a Super Soldier, but he was sure he could at least snatch the shield and get the rest of his team a a significant advantage in the fight. It was a surprise then, as he tried to phase it out of Cap's hands, that the shield exploded. In the endless contingencies he'd come up with during the skrull invasion, he had no idea that the shield would respond like that. He made a mental note, and in the chaos, slashed Captain America across the stomach with his handy dandy laser sword, before zipping off to safety.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Big House
Skills: N/A

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Arthur allowed himself a smile, pleased that that had worked. A part of it, honestly, was he liked the feeling of exerting power over things. He'd felt powerless recently, and he just felt like this would not have come to pass without his action. It made him feel like his actions mattered; like his thoughts and feelings actually counted for something. He liked that, even though the gods didn't seem to care at all one way or another about what he wanted, his fellow demigods thought he counted for something; that thought brought him significant comfort.

At the mention of another prophecy, Arthur cocked his head a bit. The group splitting more was worrisome, he at least had the comfort before that some of the people he cared about would be safe at camp, but now that wouldn't really be true. He didn't know what this hotel was, but he knew the places that people got sent around here were rarely safe. He wished he had more complete information at the moment, but he could at least be patient. He'd know before long, and that was enough for him.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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The Aerie
Skills: N/A

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Upon making eye contact with Amelia, a part of Oliver realized what she had actually just said. He swallowed hard for a moment, shocked that'd he'd been so absorbed in the murder of his best friend, that he failed to realize his other best friend has seemingly forgotten about him. He felt slimy, like he'd done something awful, even if he was only distracted for but a moment in the grand scheme of things. He blew air through his teeth, lightly whistling as he thought of something, anything he could do to help. The best he could think to do was try to remind her.

Oliver shook his head, saying, "I refuse to believe this is permanent." He looked over at Amelia, with a bit of a frown, "You're one of my best friends, and quite frankly I've lost too much to lose you too." He said, hoping his honesty and directness would help her in some way, "I... if you've been affected, I'm sure we can find somebody who can help; Maybe if Doom caused this, Doom can fix it, but I've never met a problem that didn't have a solution." Oliver was clearly upset, not the least because hew as getting very worried at the prospect of whatever it was in him that wanted to kill Raynor taking over.