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Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Sabine Bassard

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Location: Bourbon Street, New Orleans - The Sorcerer's Inn
Skills: N/A
Fit Of The Day: Pink Fall Outfit

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Sabine had, for the most part, calmed herself down. She was in an arguably better headspace. She needed to talk this through though. Among other things. Leah maybe? No Leah had gone after April. Which was good. April needed someone nearby to support her and Sabine couldn't be that person. Not yet. But Leah wasn't the most well-versed in managing emotional and mental wellness, though she tried, bless her.

And anyone else she considered a friend was not at the hotel. Which meant...she would need to go to the Kingston-Gray residence. And that sent further anxiety through her body. If she set foot on the property would alarms ring out letting them know a telepath has entered? Would she be blasted on sight? She still struggled with Dorian's lack of trust in her but they had worked it out; she could only imagine what his parents would think of her.

No, she needed to talk to them. Sabine moved up from the wall and took a step forward and ran into something. Or rather, someone. Sabine fumbled and fell, but she gathered herself. The person who fell was someone she had not seen before, and trust, Sabine would have noticed her. Sabine offered her a hand to help her up. "Do you say that to tall the girls you run into or am I just special?" Sabine instantly felt sick. Was she seriously flirting with someone?

Bad thoughts raced through her head. Her and Leah never had a conversation on exclusivity and they had a relationship with April, would Leah be open to a third again? And what the hell was she even doing considering that? God, she was fucked up.

"I'm here with my school taking part in the contest. Are you participating also?" Sabine looked around, seeing if she could catch someone she knew. Draw them into the conversation to say 'hey look, I am just meeting a new person, nothing sketchy!'.

MARVELS: Streets of New York

Alias Investigations, Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan
11:21am

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Jessica wound her way through the stairwell leading to the apartment she rented out. She had been asked time and again why she didn't move somewhere else. Somewhere where she could have a nice office with an elevator that worked all the time. Jessica said it gave her work "character". After all, people remembered going to her office and seeing the holes in the wall and hearing the yelling and banging from the other tenants.

She stepped into the main part of her office and saw her ever-present secretary, Avery. Avery was 25 years old. While she presented as a stereotypical secretary, a blonde bombshell with light brown eyes like melted chocolate, she was anything but. Whip-smart and eager to prove herself as more than someone doing the paperwork, Avery had a keen head on her shoulders and didn't take shit from anyone. She may have been a regular joe without superpowers, but she could hold her own. It was part of the reason Jessica hired her. That and Jessica hated dealing with people initially.

"New client in your office. Been waiting 20 minutes now."

Jessica sighed. "I'm a little bit late. Sorry, I was hugging my daughter goodbye." This was only partially true. She did see her daughter off for the day, but she was late because some moron was talking on his phone loudly on the subway right next to her and she had to make sure he didn't bother any other New Yorker. She was sure he'd wake up on that subway bench any minute now.

Avery smirked as if she knew, but let it go. "His case seems legit. Hear him out before you go off on him please."

Jessica nodded, but didn't hold out much hope. She stepped into her office proper and saw a man sitting on one of her chairs. He looked to be in his late 40's, slightly bald with a downtrodden face that Jessica figured was handsome at one point until life decided to sucker-punch the poor man. He looked up at her as she stepped around to sit in her chair. She folded her hands and leaned on the desk. "What can I help you with?"

The man looked like he has been expecting someone else, and perhaps he did. She didn't look like your average private investigator. She wore her leather jacket, a dark purple t-shirt with some popular band's name on it. Dark wash jeans and leather boots completed the ensemble. To his credit, his face returned to its former depressive affect before he continued. "My cat's up a tree."

Jessica stared at him. Did she hear that right. She continued staring but the man was firm. She looked out past the door to see if Avery was listening. She returned her gaze back to the man. "You're serious." It wasn't a question. It was more of an exacerbation. "Yes."

"Are you fu-" she started before Avery spoke up, loudly, "Hear him out!" Jessica sighed and gestured for the man to continue. "This seems a typical call for firefighters, but go on, I guess."

"Mr. Mittens is not your typical cat. Firemen are not equipped for him."

"First of all, it's firefighters. There are women and non-binary firefighters in our proud city. Second, they handle cats in trees all of the time."

"If Mr. Mittens was a typical cat I would agree with you. He isn't."

"Is he...what an exotic animal? You bought like a tiger or lion and it got out? That's still not a case I work."

"No Mr. Mittens is a regular cat. Or, rather, looks like one. But...umm..."

Jessica rolled her eyes. "Spit it out!"

"He has superpowers!"

Jessica stared at the man again. This time it was in disbelief rather than outright contempt. She closed her eyes and felt a light headache coming on. "Your cat has...superpowers?"

The man nodded and pulled out a picture from...somewhere. He showed it to her. The picture was an orange tabby cat. Looked young. Looked like your run-of-the-mill cat. "I found Mr. Mittens, that's the name that was on his collar, out one day. When I found him I tried finding his owner. There was no phone number on his collar and no identity chip. He was healthy so I assumed someone would be looking for him. I made posters and put them all over the neighborhood. Someone called me and said it was his cat and that he would come pick him up. The man showed up and...well...he wasn't there for the cat, it turns out. He came into my apartment with a gun and threatened to kill me. He wanted money. While I was gathering what I had Mr. Mittens came over and the man attempted to shoo him away, push him and eventually tried to kick him. Mr. Mittens then....vaporized him."

Jessica looked around. She was being Punk'd surely. Ashton Kutcher was bound to come out and say this was all some elaborate prank. When MTV didn't show up, she continued. "Your cat...vaporized a man?"

"A criminal, to be fair. One who was threatening me. But yes. It was like some beam shot out of Mr. Mittens' eyes and one second the man was there, the next he was a pile of dust on the floor. Naturally I panicked and tried to scoot him back out but...I guess he took a liking to me. And now he is up a tree and I am worried if someone else tries to get him out he will...you know."

Jessica had to admit, this was a first. She was going to kill Avery for allowing this, but also give her a raise. "So you want to hire me to get your cat out of the tree for you?"

The man shook his head. "No. Well, yes, at the start. But I want to hire you to find out who Mr. Mittens' original owner is. Someone experimented on this cat and caused this. I worry there are other animals, potentially more dangerous, out there. Or animals that are locked up and being worked on, maybe even killed, over whatever this person's goal is. I have money. I can pay."

Jessica leaned back in her chair and put her feet up. She had been hoping for more work. She had been bored. This was..interesting.

"Where's the cat?"

MARVELS: Streets of New York

I can't even blame it on work for me, just been in a very low mood and not wanting to do much of anything, but I will also have a post up soon.

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

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Dr. Maeve Whitehall liked to have things in order. She had files filled with treatment plans, progress notes, and other such documentation when working with her clients. It made it easier to keep track of things. She kept them all under lock and key, of course. Privacy above all else.

Coulson had asked about her sessions and she gave him the barest of bare details. She noted no one had her worried or concerned apart from the two that were currently in C.A.G.E. and even then she was positive they would be all right and out soon.

Given the grand scale of the undertaking she was assigned, she thought it best to compile a report for herself regarding the students at Avengers Academy. It helped to understand the work completed and the work that needed to be done.

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"This is Dr. Maeve Whitehall reporting on the work done with the students of Avengers Academy, asked by Director Coulson. Two of the students are currently under the care of C.A.G.E. and the rest were seen for initial screening sessions. These are my personal notes on the diagnoses of said students and my idea for treatment with them provided they are willing to continue sessions.

I will start with the students at C.A.G.E. April Flynn was brought in due to possible suicidal ideation given April's behavior and comments. While I believe April is not a current threat to herself I do feel strongly that she was suicidal. April appears to be under a great deal of pressure I believe stems from her parents and other family members given how strongly she didn't want her parents to see her. Despite this it is evident April has a strong support system behind her, one she is actively engaged in. My hope is that she continues to use her supports and be more open with herself going forward. I have diagnosed April with Bipolar II as there is no evidence of April being hospitalized previously for manic symptoms, this being the first and this being due to depressive symptoms. While I believe there is more going on under the surface, it is clear this is the most pressing issue.

Next we have Victoria van Dyne. This one is a bit more complicated due to Victoria being an android or robot created for a specific purpose. While there are human characteristics within Victoria treatment for her included bringing in a staff of roboticists and A.I. experts to help ensure she remains safe. Victoria came in due to a statement she made about wanting to kill herself. This warranted concern from Director Coulson. After speaking to Victoria I determined that, while she meant what she said, she did so with the belief it was the best option to prevent further harm to others. Victoria struggles with an internal "dialogue" telling her to do one thing despite her wanting to do something else. If this were a regular human I would consider schizophrenia or delusions, but I know there is an actual voice trying to control Victoria. The work being done includes learning to tune out this command, in a sense, and reprogram herself to make decisions that follow her own set of morals and beliefs. If I had to give Victoria a diagnosis I would say Unspecified Anxiety Disorder as this does present some anxious features within Victoria.

Now for the students seen for regular sessions. Percy Novikov seems to be a very bright student. It was easy to see him put up defenses when he thought I had a complete file on him with information he didn't want out. Once it was shown that wasn't the case he became less defensive, but still seemed on edge. He spoke highly of a boyfriend and seems to value that support, though I understand that Percy may rely too heavily on this partner and not value any other relationship. There seems to be tension with his sister regarding his boyfriend. While I am hesitant to say anything along the lines of co-dependence, I would keep an eye on this and ensure Percy is able to self-regulate himself and rely on other supports. Percy is diagnosed with Unspecified Anxiety Disorder.

Leah Jordan. I'm used to some people being aggressive when having to be engaged in therapy but she is on another level. Immediate distrust of an authority figure is not out of the question when someone has struggles from childhood and Leah definitely falls into that category. I do not know much about her father but from the information shared he is someone Leah fears; enough so she takes on the responsibility of managing him and pushing out anyone else willing to go to bat for her. This adds pressure to Leah and pressure needs to escape or it will blow up. Given the nature of all of this Leah is diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder, though this will need to be monitored and potentially add anxiety from the stress.

Diana Novikova seemed put-together, especially given the events with Arcade. What seemed to upset Diana the most was the sense of betrayal. This is also noted in her relationship with her brother and his boyfriend. While the situation itself was awkward Diana seemed to take it a step further and outright insulted her brother's partner and demonstrated some anger towards her brother. Perhaps Diana sees this as another betrayal? Diana is then diagnosed with Unspecified Anxiety Disorder.

Madalyne Crane is dealing with struggles to her identity. I have worked with various other "species", whether that be actual demons, vampires, or "monsters" if other people's words are to be used, but Madalyne is in the middle of being human and demon, neither identity seeming to manifest outright. Madayne struggles with other people's opinions on her and while she says she doesn't pay much mind to what others say, even untrue words hurt, and I believe Madalyne is putting up a shield to defend herself. I also do not get the sense she has much in the way of support. I do not get the sense she is depressed or fearful, though there is underlying stress. Unspecified Anxiety Disorder for now until I can do some more tests.

Dorian Gray was fun to talk to. I believe him when he says he doesn't see the need for therapy, but I also believe he understands its value. If anything I think Dorian appreciates having someone to talk to that isn't his immediate circle. Dorian seems to put himself in charge of his loved one's safety and wants to be there for him, even at his own expense. He was quick to change the subject a few times, though when we discussed heavier topics he did not shy away, instead asking questions to fully understand what was being asked. I think he has dealt with a lot of trauma that hasn't fully manifested itself quite yet, though the signs are there. I think he has a solid support system and will be fine ultimately. As of right now Dorian is diagnosed with Unspecified Trauma- and Stessor-Related Disorder and I will keep an eye on him.

Daniel...sorry, Danni Kingston is a very active person. I believe therapists are guilty of immediately diagnosing ADHD with clients who are hyperactive and engaged, though I do not believe Danni falls into this. I think he is just that type of person. I think it is a defense mechanism to protect himself from handling intense emotions and, unfortunately, Danni finds himself doing more harm than good. I believe Danni cares greatly for others but that means he often puts himself down or prefers helping others versus himself. I think he holds it all in and, in doing so, unleashes it when he doesn't want to. I will give Unspecified Anxiety Disorder but I believe he may qualify for full Generalized Anxiety Disorder if this continues.

Sabine Bassard likes to put on a good appearance of having everything together. More often than not this stems from either a desire to want to ensure they are fine to other people or to themselves. Sabine has a history of self-harm and panic attacks, though I do not believe she wants to hurt herself significantly. A lot of the pain stems from her deceased mother and her biological father's treatment of her. Sabine has a steady support system that I don't think she uses to its full potential. I think a lot swims underneath the surface and she is scared of what that means. I think she puts pressure on herself and that is slowly forming cracks. I believe she has depression though I am hesitant to diagnose Major Depressive, so for now Unspecified, though I feel strongly this will change if she does not accept help.

Zarina was a ball of enthusiasm. She had no idea of what therapy consisted of but that did not deter her from opening up. I admit to being fascinated in what Asgard is and what it does for the people there. To hear it from Zarina's point of view they do things differently. Despite this, Zarina was given potentially more freedom to explore other avenues of who she is. I am admittedly hesitant to diagnose her with something but if I had to I would say there is underlying stress and confusion along with learning to step into who she is and make decisions for herself. Unspecified Anxiety Disorder for now though I believe this will change if she comes regularly.

Zelda Flynn kept her heart close to her chest, which is not unfounded when someone starts therapy. Despite this she did participate. I get the sense Zelda is slow to open herself up, even to people she considers close. She is dealing with emotions, both her own and ones she gleans from others and that is a bundle of stress within her. As someone who also notices people's emotions, it can be hard to parse through them as well as your own and that can often lead to confusion. I believe Zelda possesses the strength to overcome this, but it will take work to manage and mitigate the potential harm. As of right now I believe Zelda would be diagnosed with Unspecified Depression.

Andy had lots of good questions and wanted to learn more about therapy which gives me hope. She responded well to therapy and I believe she is willing to put in the work to help overcome what she is struggling with. There are major concerns regarding her family which I believe would be an eventual focus for her, but as it stands Andy struggles with being both her past self and her future self. What does it mean for her to be who she is and how it impacts her relations, and vice versa? Unspecified Anxiety Disorder for now with a potential Z-code for parent-child stress, but that will be for a later date.

Mary Sue came in hostile and I cannot honestly blame her. Thankfully it seems she is open and willing to work on addressing her concerns. There is a lot of hurt there. Worry. Fear. Guilt. While I believe some part of that stems from recent events with Arcade there is a lot more going on with her. Unspecified Depressive Disorder that I believe can step into Major Depressive once I delve more into her history.

Overall I believe the students each struggle with something. Whether it be issues of he past, concerns for the future, or the bonds that bind them they all are impacted. Some are more accepting of it than others. Each of them is hiding something within, something that worries and concerns them. This is not surprising and is standard. We don't like to admit there are problems. Even the ones who were eager for therapy or were, at least, not averse to it were not completely open at the start. While I believe none of them are a present danger to themselves I will note some of them display dangerous tendencies that would need to be addressed if they don't want it to progress further. I am not Big Brother, but I remain a support for them should they need it.

The Dead Don't Die.

Location: New York City, Repair Shop
Skills: N/A

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Finding the car, Verity looked around upon hearing the noise. They had very little time and a big car that would need a lot of ga. She looked over to Flynn who volunteered to keep them distracted. "Ok, but let's hurry." Verity quickly sped around the lot, keeping an eye out for gas containers. The lot itself was a cluttered mess, it was surprising anything could be found.

After a little bit of searching, Verity found six jerrycans. "Found some!" she called over. She quickly scooped one up and ran over to the car, filling up the tank. The car itself was going to need a lot. Once she empited the one can she ran over. "We'll need all of them." Gus started helping her move and soon they got all of the cans emptied. She unlocked the door and opened the driver's side. "Flynn, we're good!" She got in and closed the door and started up the car.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge - [Ended]

Yeah admittedly I am at fault here. I wanted to take part mainly because I played with you, wolf, before and liked RPing with you, but I think the nature of a PbP RP just didn't cut the mustard for me. It wasn't slow-paced but I think it required more work than maybe I was willing to admit. On top of the other RPs I am in which are more lax but push the story forward quickly.

I did enjoy my time though.

The Symphony: Modern Magic

_{April 14
13 Morningdove Lane - 12:12am}

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Belladonna hated every moment she stood in this....guess someone would call it a house. Not only was she amongst a bunch of people she did not know apart from Pom who, while cool in her books, was still essentially a stranger. Every fiber inside of her told her to run, get out, leave this group and this crazy conspiracy that somehow she was not actually insane and seeing things that weren't there (didn't some test show some of her relatives had schizophrenia or bipolar? she wasn't sure anymore) and that she was, actually, magic. That magic existed currently and had existed in the past and had gone extinct until now.

And this Archivist was some old douchebag with a superiority complex. Like this whole thing was taken out of the pages of some fantasy epic. Bella had to laugh. Hell, she started to. A light chuckle before she actually let out the stress she had been feeling into an uproarious laugh.

She had to be going insane. That was the only thing that made sense. The stress finally got to her and she had snapped. All of this was some intense hallucination.

She finally stopped, wiping the tears forming in her eyes, before she proceeded. If this was a mass hallucination she may as well enjoy it before she was dragged off to some soft room with a jacket made to hug herself.

"I got some questions Santa." She held up a hand showing five fingers. For every question she pointed to a digit. "One: Is the whole cryptic, old, wizened geezer an act or does that just come with the territory? Two: why be a dick when you seemingly invited us here? Three: Could you have picked a more typical place to meet? Like was a broken down farm or dark moor in the moonlight not available today? Four: How did you know about any of us getting whatever it is we got enough to send cryptic letters with information no one should know about. And five, though this isn't a question and is more of a statement: give me one solid reason why I should continue to stick around listening to you instead of getting the fuck out of this town and from something clearly in the drinking water. Does that satisfy you grandpa?"

Belladonna turned around without waiting for a response. She didn't care if others were catching on to whatever it was the old dude was hinting at. Either he spoke honest or she was leaving and leaving whatever the hell it was she had seen behind.

Heck, at this point, maybe it WAS the brownie...

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Sabine Bassard

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Location: Bourbon Street, New Orleans - The Sorcerer's Inn
Skills: N/A
Fit Of The Day: Pink Fall Outfit

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Sabine listened as Leah went off about how it was possible Nemo wasn't, in fact, dead. How it made no sense. Sabine could believe that, maybe. This was not the time nor the place to make those accusations. Because there was also the real possibility that Nemo was dead and this would be making light of a person's death. And if he wasn't dead....

Sabine would kill him herself.

Sabine felt Leah move and lose her grip. Leah had wanted to go check on April and Sabien fought the urge to make a snide comment (you're welcome!). Sabine nodded softly as Leah left her to handle it on her own. She wanted to be there for April too. Sabine couldn't imagine the emotions April was going through, but a small voice, that little voice that haunted her ever since her mother died, showed up as it so often did when she was in a vulnerable state.

she has her real friends to whine to. the ones she went to when she needed help. she doesn't need you. never has, never will

Sabine closed her eyes and took some deep breaths. She needed to be somewhere else. She made her way closer in the hotel. She could feel herself getting hot. She needed to be alone for a second.

Once she found a spot with no people, a nearby hallway. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. She opened them and looked around. Okay, five things she could see. The carpet. The painting on the wall. The couch in the lobby. The lights above. And her own feel in her comfy shoes. She then went through feeling, hearing, smell, and taste and felt calmer.

Once she was settled she left and made her way to her room. She wanted to relax more before the contest. She needed to be at her best.

The Pyres Never Stop Burning (Old-School Occult Horror/Mystery)

No joke those tarot readings work well with the concept I had in mind

The Dead Don't Die.

Location: New York City, Repair Shop
Skills: N/A

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Verity rolled her eyes. Gus had a heart, it seemed, but that needed to go out the window. They were in a life-or-death situation. Or rather a life-and-maybe-death since the dead seemed to be coming back alive. She had never been a fan of horror movies because people that looked like her tended to never survive them but she knew of them. Zombie movies weren't real, right?

Verity followed Flynn outside, catching the fobs tossed to her. She picked the nicest lookig one and began clicking the lock button, hoping to find the car it belonged to. "Any idea where we go from here? I imagine outside city limits but who
sto say it's not like this elsewhere?" They should also look for protection. She doubted they would be the only ones leaving and, given how people handled crises, she didn't want to be without something to defend herself.