Natsu

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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The Aerie
Skills: N/A

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Oli nodded weakly at Niah. He knew they needed to get him serious medical attention sooner rather than later, but he wanted to pus as much of a brave face on as he could. After all this, he just... didn't want to keep getting hurt. It seemed cowardly, but if he had the choice between working a desk job or research or literally anything that didn't invoke a daily risk of evisceration, he just felt like he had to take that. There was, however, the worry in his head that the government wouldn't let him stop working, after all, the son of Thanos was probably somebody you wanted to keep on a short leash.

Even with him being barely able to move, Oli's eyes rested on Raynor, somebody that he really did consider a good friend, but nevertheless was caught on ways to kill. He could barely move at the moment, and there was still the persistent thought that he could call Raynor over to him, get him distracted, and rip his heart out of his chest and show it to him before he died. He felt absolutely disgusted with himself, and he had no idea why his brain was doing this. He was only glad that he seemed to have the self control to keep himself from indulging.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location:Big House (outside) -> Van
Skills: N/A

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Arthur quietly nodded, and took a seat next to Andy in the Van. At least they got to ride together for a little while, that was really nice, and it would hopefully kill a lot of the tension in waiting for things to kick off, since things would finally actually be in progress. He gave a glance over to Kiera and Leda, knowing that the three of them would be spending a good amount of time together too. For not though, he just held Andy's hand, and was ready for this all to kick off. Plus, he would never say no to some climate control, a thing that seemed to be missing in a lot of the camp.

Sitting in the van, Arthur closed his eyes, and thought about the situation before him. He needed to self reflect, see what had happened to get him where he was today. It all seemed to be so much, the meeting of his best friend, finding out she was his sister, and then her dying. That hit him hard, and after that, his other best friend being turned into an animal and killed. Besides those two terribly traumatic events, it all seemed pretty okay, but the burden of that just seemed to absolutely ruin his ability to experience happiness here.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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The Aerie
Skills: N/A

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As the piece of wood embedded in him was snapped off, Oli had his heart jump a bit. He knew he'd need surgery sooner rather than later, but he couldn't focus much on that right now. He needed to make sure that this situation didn't turn into a fight again, because he was pretty sure he'd die very quickly. He smiled up at Niah, and cautiously looked at their combatants. He knew that he probably hadn't made any friends with the whole "Almost murdered an Avenger" thing, but he had to at least hope that they could let bygones be bygones.

Oli stayed exactly where he was though, he wasn't gonna ignore Sparky's advice here. He knew that the less he moved m, the better, his mind racing with the possibilities of sepsis and the like. He liked having his insides inside him, and not spilled out along this hellrealm of an alternate universe. He just managed to cough out, "I am sorry about the shield, I really didn't know that that would happen." He said honestly, his head light and dizzy from all the damage he'd taken.

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 more, happy to see that people were finally showing up. Watching them all with a cautious eye, he tried to do a mental headcount of people.
This was happening now, and it was just about in front of them, far outside of his ability to do anything to actually stop it from happening. He gave a nervous look from person to person; feeling as in edge as ever, like he'd jump of anything unexpected happened.

Holding Andy's hand as long as possible, he still couldn't shake the dread of being separated, no matter how he tried to rationalize that things would be fine. This was happening, and it was going to hurt a lot. He would be split from Andy, and be sat worrying about her almost the whole time. Arthur's worries were slightly pushed off by Demi's gift, and he nodded mutely and mouthed thanks.

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.