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X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Peregrine Mayfield

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Location: Asteroid
Skills: N/A
Fit Of The Day

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"Any and all really. I don't know you all well enough to have specifics so I am curious how things were before I joined in. I don't have much to share other than what happened at the mall and that's not really a super interesting one unless you want me to introduce the ghosts I have with me. I guess I could delve into my childhood but that seems more like a conversation with my therapist."

Perry was doing her best to lighten the mood but did not know if it was working. After all, they were stuck on this stupid rock until they could find a way off or the others managed to get here. If what Mary said was true, the team had space adventures in the past, so it was possible.

"One hears stories, you know, about you lot. Obviously, most of it is biased, but it was sort of inspiring to hear about other mutants doing stuff. made it seem like I could be more, you know?

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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H A R L O W E

_{Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

First Class #2.45: Let The Beat Move You

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_{Interaction(s): N/A}

Previously: Drop The Act

The Phoenix

Harlowe had put her journal away, the scribblings on it a testament to her conspiracy theory brain. She had been left, more or less, on her own. She was hoping someone would have come up to her, but it seemed her team members had their own plans. This reminded her of the upcoming team swap. She didn't know many on her team as it stood. Their bonding was interrupted by the attack. She knew Coop and Yuri, but not many others. So she didn't really feel the need to leave the team she had been placed in. A mistake? Perhaps.

Once at the ceremony, Harlowe listened as Dr. Lehrer went on about how they shouldn't seek justice and to either remain here and be good, model students or leave. She didn't really have many options on where she would go if she left. It was this or the streets in her opinion and at least this place, with all its faults, provided her a roof over her head and food.

Standing there with the other members of Firebird, she actually considered going to the other team. Not Blackjack. She didn't know the details but that team seemed like drama central. But Eclipse maybe?

Her thoughts were interrupted as Coop stepped forward and raised the armband for Blackjack, saying he knew someone over there. Harlowe would miss him, but it wasn't like she wouldn't see him. After all, they may be in the same House.

And that decision was weighing on her too. Which did she choose?

Some other people stepped forward, some stayed back. Harlowe decided she would stick with Firebird. She hoped most of the others stayed, but she wouldn't blame them if they left or switched teams. The attack left many of them scattered. It seemed Blackjack was hit most of all after losing one of their own and another critically injured. She felt for them, truly. Maybe someone on their team would be interested in working with her.

Only time would tell.

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C A L L I O P E
C A L L I O P E

_{Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

First Class #2.42: Show Your True Colors

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_{Interaction(s):N/A}

Previously: New Foes, Old Friends

Calliope's mind was a whirlwind of clutter.

After leaving Coop (which she instantly regretted. Here was a face she hadn't seen in forever, a reminder of her past and a possible future for herself and she opted to leave him in the dirt) she made her way to see Banjo. She was sure he would be allowed visitors now. However, she was met with the same nurse who didn't allow her the first time. Instead of no visitors, Banjo was just...gone. Moved elsewhere. Calliope felt her stomach drop. Did the school move him because he was getting worse? Did they intend to do something to him? Did Hyperion manage to sneak in and kidnap him or worse? No one had clear answers.

And now she needed to make her way to the stupid ceremony.

But she did so despite what she really wanted to do which was tear the school apart. Instead, she stood among her team members (what would be left of them) as the Team Swap was underway. She listened to Dr. Lehrer's words. Not their responsibility? What a joke. They were all rendered powerless and forced to witness one of their own murdered before their very eyes. And they were supposed to either continue on as if nothing happened and go to school or leave and go back home to a world that doesn't accept them? Damned if you do.....

Calliope was reminded of how America dealt with tragedies like school shootings and it was weird how this school was almost following that protocol. Yeah, we're sorry your child's school got shot up, thoughts and prayers and all that, but life must go on and don't even think of taking our guns we need them to protect our children!

It was all a fucking joke.

"What do you plan on doing about it? You can't do anything! Look, even some of your team members don't have faith in you."

Calli looked up as Trace, with almost venemous words, walked over, essentially saying 'screw you' to Blackjack. Could Calli blame her? Not really, but that didn't stop Calli from thinking Traitor. The going got hard so you decided to leave? And it seemed others in her team noticed also. Katja looked like she was on the verge of tears. Calliope wanted to go over and comfort her, but now was the time or place. Plus, what would she say? What COULD she say?

She wouldn't go so far as to say she was friends with most of her team, but she was willing to try. That had to count for something. Calli looked at the armbands, each with a logo of the choices. She looked at Blackjack's, then Firebirds, then Eclipse.

Calli opened the envelope and peered inside to see her choices. She saw the colors first, then read the words. She was...surprised to say the least. How did she choose? How did anyone choose? Surely people chose for a variety of reasons: Their friends were in one, certain houses had more merit, it looked better, they liked the color, etc. She thought of Banjo and wondered what choices did he have. And then she thought....

Why is she making a choice over a boy?

A boy she liked, sure. A boy she wanted to get to know better. One who was sweet and kind and caring despite everything. But this was her future. Plus it wasn't like she wouldn't see Banjo. They would be on the same team. Right?

Before she could make a decision, she noticed Coop lift his arm up. She could have sworn it was the logo for Blackjack. Her heart fluttered a bit.

Shit

She shook it off. Another problem for another day. She needed to make a choice now. She held her Blackjack armband in her left hand and stayed put. She knew neither of the other teams and, really, she would rather leave the school than join a team full of people she did not know and have to go through it all again. Blackjack might be full of psychopaths, but they were here psychopaths and her among them.

She glanced at the others who stood with her, seeing those who chose to stay put. She nodded. Hopefully they understood her intent. She would see this team through.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Peregrine Mayfield

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Location: Asteroid
Skills: N/A
Fit Of The Day

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Right, splitting up. Because that ALWAYS worked out in movies. Why was it that a group of intelligent people or those with superhuman abilities always wanted to split up when it was obvious to everyone and their mothers that they were stronger together? Well, it was too late now. She was grouped up with Mary, Ed, and Flynn. Though at least she got to ogle Flynn a bit more (a girl can look and not touch after all).

Though, if she were being honest, she kind of liked the ones on the opposite team more. If for no other reason than she got to know Mira and Neil a bit more. "All right, guess we're splitting up. Who needs to listen to horror movie logic anyway? Everyone be careful then and, if all else fails, scream. Mira's got that locked down, but even those without a super voice, screaming is annoying and will drive people up a wall and, hopefully, away from you. Or punch them in the face. People hate that. Especially people with punchable faces like dickhead who just left."

She turned and walked with her group. "So, anyone got juicy stories to share?"

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C A L L I O P E

_{Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

First Class #2.26: New Foes, Old Friends

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_{Interaction(s):Coop (@psych0pomp)}

Previously: Protection

Calli took a moment to take all that was being said in. Let it never be said she didn't allow everyone a fair shake. Granted, she was more inclined to believe Luce and Haleigh over Rory and Trace (of all people, Calli never expected Trace to be on the side of not stirring up trouble). And Mackenna was Mackenna. Calli rolled her eyes, but even she had a point. That didn't matter though. Calli still wanted Hyperion's head on a pike and if the school wasn't going to do anything about it, she was. "Evil wins when good people do nothing. Isn't that a saying? I don't advocate going in blind but I sure as hell am not going to sit on my ass twiddling my thumbs and pretending to be an average student in a school of kids with mind-bending powers. I'm doing something about it. Luce was right, there are sides and we'll need to make a choice."

After Calliope spoke she heard her name, but it wasn't from any of her teammates. And it invoked a sense of nostalgia. She turned to look at who was calling her and saw a figure she didn't expect. Dash Cooper. Granted, he had grown up, but it was him. She recalled pleasant moments with him growing up, her one safe haven from her father. "Dash Cooper? What the heck?" Calliope also opened her arms for a hug and it felt good to see a familiar face. Once free, she led him away from the others. If she was going to open up about her past again, she didn't want everyone to know. "What are you doing here? Well, I can hazard a guess, but still. How have you been?"

Coop followed her, only throwing a passing glance over his shoulder as the conversation started to heat up behind him. It seemed wildly personal, and he was glad not to have anything to do with it. He focused back on Callope, his smile hadn't faded yet. It was nice to get a hug from someone familiar. Not that he'd gotten hugs from the unfamiliar. Just that--you know, not important. "Oh, I just stopped by for a look around. You know, marvel at all the Canadian architecture and landscaping. It's giving me YA-supernatural-love triangle vibes. If I see one more 'I got a dark secret' hairstyle, then I'm, 100% sure I'm the other other love interest." He rubbed the back of his head at that moment, almost forgetting that he'd been wounded. He winced. "Bad joke. I'm here for the same reason as you. Something which I'm sure our parents are on a text chain about how awful it is to have a 'broken child.'" He rolled his eyes. "I'm doing alright, considering. How about you? You were in class with the guy. That can't be easy--but I get it if you don't want to talk about it. We can always discuss which emojis our dads are using incorrectly."

Calliope winced as Coop brought up their fathers. She hadn't spoken to her father for a while now. Did he know what happened? Did he care? "I'm fairing as well as can be, I suppose. I didn't know him well, but in the limited interactions I did have with him he seemed sweet. Another of ours got severely injured. He's in the hospital and they won't let me see him."

Calliope decided not to disclose what her and Banjo were, if anything. She didn't even know yet. "But anyway, it's nice to have someone I know here! Especially you. I'm sorry we kind of lost touch after a while. You know how it goes."

"I'm sure if they won't let you see him it has less to do with you, and more to do with him. He's probably just asleep, or on like a lot of morphine. One time when I was on pain relievers I thought I was Nic Cage, and I was out to get the Declaration of Independence. The nurses were not happy that I found a marker and had written my plan all over the wall." He pushed his hands into his pockets and smiled when she remarked that it was nice to have someone here that she knew.

"I wouldn't... worry about it. These things happen. We have so many options to talk to so many people, that sometimes we don't check up on the people we know the best. Hell, I can't talk. I didn't reach out to you." He drew his lips into a thin line. "I thought about it, y'know, after I read about what happened. But at that moment, I hadn't really had my shit happen to me... so... what would I have said. 'Hey Calli, can you like... make an ice sculpture of the President kissing a hedgehog that's dressed up as a small businessman?' Which now that I say that... I really want to know if you can."

Calliope laughed. It had been a while since she was put at ease by someone. "Yeah, you're right. I know it's in his best interest. I just want to know he's ok. He was really hurt." Calliope hadn't thought about it much, but her explosive reveal had to make local news. A senator's daughter unleashing icy hell? Hell, she was probably national news.

"As for the ice sculpture, I am sure I can whip something up. Bygones, also. We are here now in the same place, weirdly enough. It was nice to see you again Coop. A little reminder of home that's actually positive. I needed that more than you could ever know."

Coop smiled, understanding that Calliope was quite done with their conversation. He could practically see the edges of her lips turn in the same direction as her feet as she spoke. "Same. I guess it's just a reminder that no matter how big the world is. It can get pretty small sometimes. It's good to see you, and if you ever want to get together and braid each other's hair sometimes. I can try and you burn your hair off later, and can just make the world's smallest braids in mine. Or just knot up the hair real good." He laughed. "Unfortunately, I was an only child and never learned how to braid anything. Have a good day, Calli." He pulled his hands from his pockets and waved at her, heading off to... he didn't know where. He just knew how to read body language. And body language said there was a world of worry on her shoulders and she wanted some time to deal with it.

Calliope left Coop there, feeling kind of bad on ditching him. As nice as it was to see an old friend, her mind was a cavalcade of different emotions. She was not at her best. Hell, what WAS her best anymore? Letting people she knew die or get hurt? Letting herself get so worked up she panicked and passed out.

"You're pathetic. Look at you. Little Miss Senator's Daughter is off on her own and still fucking things up."

No, not here. Not now.

"Yeah, thought you could get rid of me? I'm your inner voice, bitch! That little pestering voice that tells you like it is. You're a failure. Cass is dead. Banjo is injured. Blackjack is all but traumatized and what did you do? Have a panic attack and pass out. Real strong efforts there."

Calliope stopped walking, clinging one hand to her wrist. "You can't hide the scars. They will always be there."

Calliope closed her eyes and counted to 20, taking deep breaths. Eventually, she calmed down. She looked around, hoping no one saw her nearly have another panic attack.

Calliope debated on what to do next. Perhaps she would go to the ICU after Luce. Maybe the girl would have better luck than she did.

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_{Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

The Homecoming Trials #2.12: Drop The Act

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Previously: N/A

It should have been a fun night.

Instead, the night left invisible scars. On some more than others.

Harlowe didn't know anyone on the other team. She didn't know who the boy was who was killed. Who the boy was who was flung up and severely injured. She didn't know the man who disappeared or any of those who betrayed the school. She didn't know who Hyperion was until that night.

And yet, she felt those scars all the same. She was brought to this school to help her be amongst others like herself, to learn what she needed to so that she could have a future. And tonight threatened that.

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Harlowe was sure she was going to be pulled out immediately. Surely if a terrorist attacks the school you are staying in you aren't kept there. But no one showed up for her. Instead, it was recommended she get counseling for what she witnessed. Harlowe dismissed it almost immediately. The other team needed it more than her. Yeah, she was sorry someone died and another got hurt, but she figured a school like this, it was par for the course. Harlowe wasn't dumb. This wasn't just some school that happened to have Hyperhumans as its main cohort. Paint whatever colors you wanted over it, it was a school that was training them for something more. She was sure of it.

She wondered if the others felt the same. Those on her team were kind of all there. She spoke to Coop and Yuri, sure, but she didn't know the others well and any chance to form those relationships was destroyed.

So Harlowe sat in the quad, journal in her lap. She had begun taking notes on her suspicions for the school. They had to know more than they were letting on. Word didn't get out and it would take some serious power to prevent that. And if students did tell others, why weren't there riots or parents pulling their kids out? What stopped the other students from texting what happened to the news?

Could this get her in trouble? Sure. It wasn't like she wasn't used to that before. New school, same bullshit.

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If you want a power, go for that power. Everyone will have moments to shine.

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As this has been discussed before, this is a large school. It is very likely you will run into someone with similar powers to yours. Harlowe and Mackenna as an example.

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Calli took a moment in the tent to put on clothes. It wouldn't do well to stifle rumors if she ran out after Banjo in nothing but her underwear. Later, she would think back to that split decision, even though it took her roughly a few minutes, and feel guilt. What if she had left sooner? What if she hadn't let Banjo walk out alone? Would things have been different?

Once outside, it was clear something was off. Almost like the air was charged with intensity. Perhaps that was the lingering effects of the storm, but Calli could feel the charge. It seemed the others had also, because she was not alone at the campsite. What she saw though altered herself.

She quickly noted the feelings were the loss of her powers. How long had she been dreaming of not having her powers anymore? To be normal? Ever since she found out about her powers she longed for them to disappear and now that her wish was granted she felt....empty. Like a significant part of herself was taken and she felt hollow. In a matter of moments that seemed to take forever, the threat was revealed.

Betrayal. She knew the feeling well. What were her father's actions if not a form of betrayal? She knew very little about the other students, but even so, weren't they here to do better? Instead, they fueled the hatred of Hyperhumans.

The hooded figure took time to address of few of their own. Haleigh, Rory. Calli felt herself grow angry at the hooded figure's comments. Calli looked around to see where Banjo was and quickly locked on to him. However, she was too late to do anything to stop Banjo from opening his mouth. "What are you doing you idiot?" she thought to herself. She felt herself get riled up as Hyperion chattered away, doing their best to get Banjo to join them. Calli would later also think back to this moment, knowing full well that Banjo would do no such thing, but also admitting she couldn't be 100% sure. And that moment of falter would undo her.

As quick as it was to see him it took Hyperion mere seconds to launch him in the air. "NO!" she screamed, starting to run forward before she felt arms around her, grappling her in her spot. She turned to look at who had the audacity to step in and saw some woman she did not recognize at first. "There's nothing you can do! You need to hold back." Calli recognized the woman as Jessica, the student mentor for another team. Even still, Calli's first thought was to deck the woman, instead, opting to get out of the hold. "Let go of me! I need to..." Calli turned and fought the woman off, but she was too late. The figure had targeted Cass, who had a gun, and impaled him. Calli stumbled forward, falling to the ground on her knees. She looked up to see Banjo falling. In that moment, she felt fear. Intense fear. She felt herself tune out everyone talking. She was sure Jessica was trying to speak to her, but Calli couldn't hear it. She felt her heart race and, ironically, grow colder. The edges of her vision began to darken. Her breathing grew heavy and pained. She knew the symptoms well, though in the past she got these attacks when her grades at school were being threatened or when she had to make public appearances for her father.

"Keep it together Calliope. Keep it together." Her thoughts were not connecting to her body. Eventually, a cocktail of fear, panic, and exhaustion took over and Calli felt herself slip, landing on the cold ground.

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_{Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

First Class #2.09: Protection

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_{Interaction(s):Team Blackjack}

Previously: N/A

Calliope had woken up in the school's medical facility. She was out for a good couple of hours. The staff there recommended she remain there to check. Each medical personnel gave her a warm smile that didn't meet their eyes. Calli knew it wasn't some nightmare she had. Cass was dead. Banjo was killed or hurt. Tad was missing. And who knows what the other students were feeling. Calli closed her eyes, attempting to block out everything around her. She didn't want to smile back. She didn't want to heal up. She thought of nothing more than meeting that hooded figure and the students who betrayed the school and freezing their blood from within until their bones cracked. The machine she was connected to started beeping due to her elevated heart rate and one of the staff came over. Calli opened her eyes and calmed down. Now wasn't the time.

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"Hello Ms. de Leon. My name is Dr. Fiona Arthur. How are you feeling today?"

"Fine."

Dr. Arthur wrote something down in her notebook. Probably that Calli was anything but fine. "That's good, but you know it is all right if you aren't feeling fine. Especially given the things you've seen. We all grieve in different ways."

"Tell me then doctor. Is planning homicide a way to grieve?"

To her credit, Dr. Arthur did not display any shock to her question. "Do you plan on following through with your plan?"

Calliope knew therapists and other medical professionals were mandated reporters. She knew if she laid out everything she had been thinking about, it would be reported. Which was funny since she only planned on harming terrorists. Surely the authorities would turn a blind eye to that?

"Of course not."

"It's rational to be angry. You experienced something traumatic. The school recommends therapy following something like this. Did you know the boy well? Cassander?"

Calliope closed her eyes, picturing the first time she spoke to Cass. Then following it up with his face as he was impaled. Everything in between was a blur. Fuzzy. Like a TV screen when it's not on the right channel and it is nothing but static.

"Not well enough. And now I never will."

Dr. Arthur wrote something else down. "Though you did not know him well, he was a part of your team. I imagine you aren't alone in your feelings."

"With all due respect, fuck feelings."

"Feelings have a habit of coming, even when we don't want them. Tell me, how long have you had panic attacks?"

Calli figured this was coming. Of course the school knew about her attacks. Hell, it was how she got to come to the school in the first place. "For as long as I can remember."

Dr. Arthur wrote something down. "Ever since you were a child? Or later on?

"Child. I can handle them."

"Ms. de Leon, how come you aren't taking your medication?"

Calli tensed up. "How do you know about that?"

Dr. Arthur put her notebook down, now looking directly into Calli's eyes. "I know about a lot more than you might think. That's why I am here. I know about your family. I know about your upbringing. About what happened that got you here. I know the choice of taking medication was stolen from you. If you want, I can write you a prescript..."

Calli stood up, taking Dr. Arthur back. "I'm fine! I don't need pills! I can handle it! You don't know me, you know what's on whatever fucking report the school gave you has on me." Calli stormed towards the door. "Anger is normal. We can talk..."

"I am done talking."

Calli opened the door and slammed it shut. Dr. Arthur messaged her secretary, "Pencil Ms. de Leon for next week, same time."

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Calliope had attempted to see Banjo at the hospital, but every time she walked up, she was met with the same nurse who looked like she had been on rotation for three weeks straight. "Honey, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. Family only."

Biting her tongue, Calli stopped trying. She made her way back to the school, where the funeral for Cass was quickly underway. There, along with her fellow students, they grieved for the loss of life. The others on her team were there. She could hear them talking. Haleigh especially. She could echo Haleigh's feelings. She too wanted nothing more than to find those that hurt them, hurt Banjo, killed Cass, and see them suffer.

Trace and Rory had spoken up, consoling Haleigh. Trace had a point. Why? That question wracked her own brain. "Hyperion is going to pay." Calli let her words hang there. She wanted to let this be about Cass' memory and not her own plans for vengeance. She got a notice that she was scheduled for therapy the following week. She felt her heart race again. She wrapped one hand around her wrist and took some deep breaths.

1....

2.......

3...........

She quickly calmed down. See, Dr. Arthur. She was fine.

She had to be.....

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Peregrine Mayfield

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Location: Asteroid
Skills: N/A
Fit Of The Day

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Perry was confused. So they weren't going to punch the guy with the extremely punchable face? Perry was annoyed, but she guessed she understood. "So next time we get to know the clearly evil guy before we punch him. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan." At least Neil seemed to be on her side, given his reactions to her.

So the game plan was to....what? Look around the place they know very little about in the hopes of finding some way to escape? "As good a plan as any. Are we going to make nice with the bad guys here who don't like us and want us dead? The winners of their respective fights? Gonna go out on a limb and say they will probably throw fists first and have tea and scones second. So maybe it is best if we prepare for confrontation, regardless."

She didn't know what fuckface was talking about with Flynn, but it was another reason to punch his smug face. No one talked about Hottie McHotstuff and got away with it. This time around though, Perry inched closer to Neil, "He really did have a punchable face, right?"