Natsu

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Genosha
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Choices. That was what this was about, in the mind of the mad titan. Oli had made a choice to fake his death on the moon. He'd chosen to stay in S.H.I.E.L.D, he'd chosen to travel to another Earth in an attempt to avert another catastrophe. Oli had consistently been trying to make locally optimal decisions to keep other people safe, happy, and alive, but it felt like absolutely none of that actually mattered. It was time to do something for the greater good, even if it meant that he had to commit an intentional, egregious, act. But if he didn't do anything, he'd die, and the titan would continue to raze the universe.

Once he knew what he had to do, Oliver acted without thinking, in the span of a little under a second, reaching his phased hand through the chest of Thanos, extracting his still beating heart, and showing it to the monster. "Good news." Oliver say coldly, dropping the organ on the ground, "The prophecy is fulfilled, you can stop worrying about it." This kind of spite, anger, and hatred was something that Oliver never showed, but it was out in full force now. He was Thane, son and slayer of the Mad Titan Thanos, playing helplessly into the hands of a fate he did not ask for.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location: Pier
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Arthur flinched a bit at the fact that his deflection failed. He didn't have a good way of articulating why, but he really didn't want to play that game. It was just a like a ball of indecision, and flashbacks, and anxiety welled up inside him at the prospect. He felt like he wanted to throw up, but this wasn't like the fear that he'd die, or that someone he knew was in danger, it was just like a bad thing had already happened, and now that bad thing was always going to have happened, and there was fundamentally nothing that could be done about his feeling because of that.

It was for this reason, that the kidnap attempt by a monster was almost preferable to continuing to focus on the feelings inside him. Spilling out of the car, Arthur fell to his knees while trying to get out, only to shakily stand back up after that. His body felt like jello, shaking under any pressure. He had to calm himself down if he was going to be actually useful in this fight, he had to calm himself the fuck down. Taking a deep breath in, he drew his weapon, and closed his eyes for a moment, pushing down the feelings inside him for a few moments, for the sake of survival.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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The Aerie
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Oliver face palmed a bit at his interaction with Dr. Banner, feeling like an absolute idiot. In his defense, he had just been given a life threatening wound and was barely coherent through the miraculous cocktail of endorphines that his body was flush with. He was, of course, very confident that Banner wasn't his biological father, but he felt attempting to explain this fact would ultimately only worsen the situation, especially if anybody on this Earth had ever heard of Thanos.

When Oliver opened his eyes, he gagged at the sight. This was, he thought, perhaps one of of his worst nightmares, and even worse was that monster beside him. Snapping immediately into rage and paralyzing fear, Olive could do nothing but scream from the top of his lungs. "What did you do?", dropping the Teddy bear to the ground. He didn't even possess the wherewithal to snap at him using that name for Oliver, only managing to gnash his teeth and glare daggers at the mad titan.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location: streets
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Arthur watched with a look of surprise as the Taxi just appeared. He had no idea how this was a functioning buisness, he wondered about how cab drivers reliably got people to enter their cars, or about the how commonly people actually needed cabs. For the first time in a very long time, he felt wonder at a thing that wasn't wonderous, and that was a very good feeling to have. Stepping into the cab, he looked around at his companions, settling in to this being his new situation.

Arthur blinked at the concept of ice breakers, and clearly winced at the mention of that game. He remembered playing it before, and he didn't want to thinkuch about the past right now. Instead Arthur said, "That's an option but um. How long do we think we'll be here?" His voice sounded anxious, which he hoped was just read as nervous to start their adventure, he didn't want people to think that he was barely stable, or that easy to set off into an emotional episode.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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The Aerie
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Oli blinked for a moment, and sort of looked down at himself, "Uh, I'm adopted, but I'm pretty sure I was Assigned Male At Birth." He said, in only a half joking way, he was also very sure he had been human, and not the inhuman son of an intergalactic space villain. His confusion was shortly cut off though at the revelation by Prodigy, "Oh, nevermind then. I suppose you're not my... dad." He said and twitched a little in the face, as he realized exactly why this conundrum was ridiculous in the first place, unless he was the secret lovechild of Thanos and Dr. Banner.

Oli stayed put though, still needing to stay still to avoid organ damage, and exhaled in an almost bored kind of way. He felt tired, just so firmly exhausted at the everything that this trip had been. He honestly felt odd about the idea of retiring from this gig, but honestly very little good had come of it, besides Niah that is. Of course, the Skrulls and his father would have been problems even if he wasn't an agent, but it doesn't change the fact that his life drastically changed path the moment he became a secret warrior, and he wasn't sure he preferred it to how it was before.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location: streets
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Arthur's eyes darted to Leda as she said that nobody was going to die, and he grimaced. That felt patronizing more than anything, thee was a very very real risk of it happening, it already had, and he didn't see why they had to pretend like it wasn't. Maybe it was a comfort, to live in that kind of denial, but he didn't know if he wanted that. He didn't want to be in fear of death, and be constantly scared that he'd lose the ones he loved, but if he was prepared for that, wouldn't it at least hurt less when it finally happened? That was his way of thinking about it anyway.

He walked along with the group, and realized his suggested to the kid of Poseidon that the ocean would be pleasant, and he felt a little silly in retrospect. Arthur shrugged, and didn't have a particularly strong opinion to walking or taxi. He kinda wanted to see the city, but, despite Leda's argument, he still didn't think they were really here for fun. They had a job to do, and if they failed, bad things would happen. so he said, "A taxi sounds like a decent idea, I um, don't actually know how to get one though." All he'd ever heard was that you could flag them down with ease, but he didn't want to just start waving his hands around toward the street.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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The Aerie
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Oliver nodded at Matt's explanation, and groaned as he attempted to slightly readjust himself. If he was lucky, he could try to make more sense of an explanation than that. Granted, he himself wanted a roughly scientific explanation for why his mind was absolutely stuck on the idea of murdering one of his closest friends. There was perhaps the hope that he could science his way out of psychosis, which was, of course, totally based in his need to rationalize his problems away. He started to speak, "It's actually a touch more complicated than that." Oliver explained, before pausing.

He was about to devote the necessary mental energy to explain the many layers of complicated physics that underpinned multiversal travel and doppelganger coexistence, but as he tried, his thoughts were derailed by the worst of all distractors, love. There was nothing on his mind but that of Niah; a woman who, the more he considered it, he loved more than anybody or anything else he'd ever known. Oliver's thought hung in the air for a moment, before continuing, "And, on a different day, I may have been able to explain such things, but I've been impaled, and my girlfriend is somehow even more amazing than the wonders of this multiverse, so it's hard to conceive of much else."

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location: Van -> streets
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Arthur gave Andy a hug that perhaps lasted a hair too long. This was the last time they'd see each other for a good while, but he was committed to doing everything he could to make sure that this was not the last time. Exhaling, he let go, and actually felt a little better about everything. It was a lot like ripping off a bandaid, it hurt in the moment, but not as much as your brain tells you it will, and the sting doesn't last much longer than a moment. He knew sleeping tonight would be hard, but for now, he was as okay as he possibly could be, given the situation.

He tried to get himself to look up about the situation, and forced a smile at Leda. "I've never been out to the ocean before!" He said, a tremor in his voice, "Maybe it'll be nice, new experiences, right?" He quickly looked away, sneaking a glance back at Andy, not having the will to actually say goodbye. He didn't want to, because it wasn't goodbye. They'd be back together in not too long, sitting in their cabin, telling stories and killing time. They just had to both make it back, and then everything would be okay, and the world would be a little safer for the two of them.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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The Aerie
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Oliver watched with a deep scientific curiosity at his own healing, before his human nature overtook him and he realized that watching his body knit itself back together was actually rather disgusting. He wished this hadn't happen in the first place, but as the soreness set on his newly together skin, he ran a hand over it, and breathed a sigh of relief. If he was never impaled again, it would be too soon. He grimaced at the notion of having to stay still for so long, but he would do it, he really didn't want anymore internal bleeding, after all.

Olive nodded weakly at Niah, and smiled. Now that he was at least not in immediate danger of dying, he was fine with her going off and keeping the rest of the team safe. He didn't wanna keep her around if he was just gonna be sore and useless for a bit. He just kind of sat there, not looking forward to having the spend the next bit of time relatively immobile, but given the amount of running around and work he'd done today, he was fine letting the rest of his team take it from here. Sinking into where he was, he rubbed where his wound once was, and and let out a breath.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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The Aerie
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Oliver shocked himself at the level of honesty and directness he showed there. He just wanted more than anything to be alongside somebody that he knew cared about him in the moment, and that was what he was gonna seek out. The idea of Niah leaving, and him somehow not making it hurt him more than anything he'd ever experienced. He didn't ever want that to come to pass, he didn't want her to feel guilty for a death she'd tell herself she could have prevented. Oliver loved Niah, in a way that he hadn't completely realized until now, she was somebody he wanted to live with, not just exist with.

Then, the world folded in on itself, and Oli's stomach turned. The physics that this entire new paradigm introduced was starting to make his head spin, and a part of him honestly hoped that the things that were possible in this universe were somehow physical impossibilities in their own. He had no idea how spontaneous travel worked, but he knew that every explanation he could come up with at this particular moment; mortally wounded, lovestruck, and trying not to dissociate into the mind of a murderous psychopath was insufficient and would just make him look dumb if he tried to guess.