Natsu

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Bannner's
Skills: N/A

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Oli smiled at Niah, he too, didn't need her around, or at least, not in the codependence sense, but he absolutely wanted her to be with him as much as possible. Between the two of them, she could probably handle herself better, but he was at the very least endowed with the ability to escape most any situation, so he rarely felt fear of not being able to make it back to her in their fight against injustice. They had, he considered, a kind of inverse Bonnie and Clyde relationship, and hopefully that meant that they'd be staying alive and well together far into their twilight years.

Oli shot a grin back at Amelia. He figured she might not get the joke, the appearance of that galactic tyrant was probably not a well known thing, even among the Secret Warriors, and he was less than public about the fact that he was technically Thane (Save for the occasional threat.) He waved a hand to her, and said, "I'll explain another time, promise." Once they'd arrived at Banner's, Oli dived into food without much of a thought. He'd run so much today, and it was a minor miracle that he hadn't passed out up until this point. He really had to eat more, or run less, and one of those two really wasn't an option.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location: Pier
Skills: Ferrokinesis

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Arthur closed his eyes, nervous, and went and took cover, hoping the direct engagement of his allies would keep him personally safe as he formulated what his next moves would be. Getting them free was the obvious move, he just wasn't sure how. He looked at the chains, and reached a hand towards them experimentally. He could just try to lift the chains up and untangle them, and that honestly seemed like the only path forward. So, without further ado, he closed his fist, and tried to lift the chains to free the kids.

But nothing happened. He tried to reach out and use his powers, but something was blocking him. Maybe it was the fact that he wanted to separate his powers into the useable and unusable. Maybe it was the stress of needing to perform and save people, he didn't know, but he couldn't life the chains. He pushed again, and still nothing happened. This started to escalate to an internal panic and worry at the idea of him not being able to do anything, but he pushed that fear down, and used it to try to make his powers work. That seemed to make it work, setting 12 kids free of their chains.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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The Aerie
Skills: N/A

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Oliver jumped to his feet upon getting out of Cerebro. He coughed out loud, and looked down at his normal skin, and clear mind. He seemed to dance on the edge of madness a lot these days, and the clarity itself was kind of jarring. "I am... me." He said, uncertainly, placing a hand on the side of his head. "I seem to have a habit of making people doubt who I am, at least now I know how it feels." He said dryly, looking over Professor X. "Thanks, I'm fine, I promise. Sorry for the hassle." With that, Oli quickly pulled Amelia into a hug, and said, "I'm really" glad to have you back. Don't scare me like that, okay?"

And shortly after that, Oli was right by Niah's side once more, "Question, and I promise this one is very important." He said, in a not at all serious voice, "If my skin were purple and cracked, you'd still love me, right?" He had a wry smile, and wasn't totally sure if she'd get the joke, but pretending that it was merely vanity and a care for Niah's attraction to him that kept him from becoming a galactic space tyrant and slaughtering countless. Obviously, it was not, but this sort of engagement helped remind him that he was not that, he refused to be afraid anymore of such things.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location: Pier
Skills: N/A

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Arthur watched their environment closely, and held his breath at the smell. This was not the fun part of adventuring, it seemed, given the fact that it was everything he had to not throw up in his mouth. He was scared to move, but given the plan, he nodded and said ,"Yeah, I think I can manage that, better than trying to stab these things myself." Plus, his powers were probably ideal for getting those people free, if only because he should be able to just move the chains seamlessly.

Arthur was poised to get out of the cab, but didn't wanna move without the direct go-ahead. " I can go whenever we're all ready, just give me the signal and I'll move." He didn't wanna act on his own, on the off chance that he made a mistake, and the other two ended up being eaten. Getting out of the cab would for sure be the point that they were most likely to be seen at, and he didn't wanna be in charge of determining when it was or wasn't safe to get that in motion.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location: Pier
Skills: N/A

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Arthur nodded at the advice. He could deal with somebody being stronger than him, in fact, if he was smarter than them, he preferred it. If they were bigger than him, then he was probably faster, and could keep distance and attack with his knife at range. This felt safe, compared to the total warfare at the battle of Camp Jupiter. He felt a kind of adrenaline; a part of him knew how to fight, knew how to slay monsters and be a hero, it was literally in him. He didn't like that part much, but it was one that he was willing to indulge if it meant keeping people safe.

He ran over the tools he had in his head for the upcoming encounter. He had his knife, something he could use to attack at range, of course, but if he could control metal, there was a good chance that the surrounding area itself would be something he could use to fight. He was pretty settled on not using his necromantic powers, and he couldn't think of anything but a life or death situation that would lead to him employing them here. It felt like a principal that he was adhering to, one that wouldn't be easily shaken, Arthur Stanford wanted to never raise the dead again.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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The Aerie
Skills: N/A

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Oliver filched visibly as the changes overtook him, and he dropped the sword quickly to the ground. This was wrong, and he knew it was, but he had to do what he did in the moment. He knew he had to but... maybe that was the thing that was supposed to be different between him and his father. Oliver wasn't the person who did what had to be done, no matter what the cost might be. He'd been at a crossroads for awhile now, he could be a person that killed and enacted his vision of what a moral and just universe would be, or he could set rules for himself, stick to them, and try to do good within those.

It was now the saw where the former option would lead him, to ruining the world, and becoming the thing that made him. He wouldn't let that come to pass, and instead, he looked down at his father's body, and exhaled. He felt true regret, he killed something, and without much thought to it. This would not be who he was, it wasn't who he was raised to be, and maybe most important of all, it wasn't who Niah loved. He was Olive Sullivan, Agent of S.H.I.E.l.D, and on top of all of that, he was a hero that would make the world better, not more rotten.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Location: Pier
Skills: N/A

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Arthur exhaled as the cyclops went down, and cursed himself under his breath. He wanted to be useful, and he quite frankly felt like he wasn't. He was just sort of, a thing for people to take care of, maybe occasionally kill something, but it didn't change the fact that he felt like a massive liability to everybody. He desperately wanted to stop being that, to be the child of one of The Big Three, to be brave and outgoing and dangerous like Andy, but, he just wasn't. Connecting with most of his powers felt like touching something dark, parts of him he just hated.

He agreed with Leda. "We can't let kids die. We gotta do something." It felt like he was just echoing her heroism, but he agreed with it. He knew he could do something that might actually make people's lives better, and he needed that. Even if he had to fight, or put his life at risk, or even summon up armies of the dead, he wouldn't let children die. That was what had to happen, and he would make sure it would.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Oliver Sullivan

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Genosha
Skills: N/A

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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
Skills: N/A

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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
Skills: N/A

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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.