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Ruby said
Seriously, though.We left the collab where it is for Byrd and Unlit.Things get a LITTLE sapphic towards where we left it. Sorry. ^_^


And whose fault is that!?

On a serious note, it really is only a little bit.

EDIT: As during the double up process no one seemed to leap at the idea, I'll be writing an Emma Frost sheet up because I want her for some key plot points, she'll still be a part of Summer's team, for continuity purposes though.
Ruby said
Pssssht.She'd TOTALLY do such a thing.


She'd totally get in trouble for it.
Ruby said
Feel free to bop in on the current collab. It's the 'mission brief.' Ooooh.


Almost feel like you're mocking me there.

Almost.

Cause then there would be trouble.
Tony had used the time, between directing Calvin and Danvers going off to buy some less destroyed clothing, to relax. For most, the might have meant a bed or a private balcony, for Tony, it was a lounger amongst one of the wilder pool parties along this lovely stretch of Cuba. Despite the loud music, copious amount of alcohol, drugs and dancing, otherwise, Stark looked pretty much like any other tourist looking to relax, sipping a drink (non-acloholic for once) while he regarded the scene from behind shades. Loud noises just helped him think, that, and pretty women. Then the device in his ear relayed an all too familiar voice.

“Uh…Tony? Hello? Iron Man? It’s Steve…I’m um…here…”

The unmistakable sound of Captain America was rather distant, considering it was being transmitted via a bluetooth device and the sound of the waves in the background, nearly as loud as the man himself, alerted Tony to the problem.

"The device..Rogers, put it in your ear."

Steve nearly dropped the device when he heard a faint mumbling sound coming from it, but was unable to make out any words. He gingerly lifted the strange object to his ear, as if it were a seashell and he was trying to listen to the ocean, cupping his hands over the bluetooth headset to keep any sound from leaking out.

"Tony? That you?" He asked, removing the bluetooth headset from his ear once more and spoke loudly into it as he neared it towards his lips once more before returning it to the cupped position back by his ear.

"Steve, the device, you place it 'inside' your ear, then we will both be able to hear each other." Tony sighed, rubbing his forehead, while also waving away an offer by a fairly attractive barmaid for another drink. Normally such a ploy would have him paying up immediately, but contacting Steve was more important, at least he wouldn't have to make too many changes around the hotel, now that he owned it.

Unsure of exactly how this was going to work, Steve then carefully slipped the headset into his ear, finding that it fit just like his ear buds did when he listened to music while training.

"Are you a recording? Wait...how can you hear me?"

"It's....designed to pick up your voice Steve, it's like a phone, but smaller." There was a time when Stark would have bombarded the Captain with technical jargon to confuse him, but he didn't feel now was the time, not that this would usually stop him. At least Steve had been around long enough to 'probably' understand Tony was talking about mobile phones, he would hope anyway.

"To cut matters short Steve, two of the government's sentinel drones destroyed our previous meeting point, trying to kill me, we've relocated to the San Marcos Beach Resort and Hotel, should just be a few more miles down the beach, if you're near where we agreed on before." Now when the barmaid took another turn of the pool, Tony paused to order another coke, careful to mute the output of his device as to not confuse Rogers while he did so, before resuming their conversation.

"I can't imagine your trip here was a bundle of laughs either."

As Tony began to explain to Steve just what the devise was capable of, he finally moved from off of his butt on the sand and stood up on the beach, trying to figure out just exactly where he had washed ashore. He wanted to question Tony more about this strange device in his ear, but figured there was probably a better time and a better place. Quickly brushing off the sand from his shorts and clingy white t-shirt which was now practically see-through, he craned his neck to see anything around him that wasn't sand or the ocean.

"Have you tried not making them angry this time?" Steve asked in response to Tony being attacked, a slight hint of humor in his voice.

"It was a real swim." Steve then brushed the sand out of his blonde hair before realizing that he had no bearings, until he looked up.

"The sun is about 60 degrees to the west from my location, other than that, I can't tell you if I'm where we agreed we were to meet or not..."

"Master Rogers, continue along the beach 8 miles South." The voice of JARVIS interrupted the conversation between the two Avengers, the signal built into the device now in Steve's ear providing the A.I with his exact location. "You will pass the previous meeting point, as further guidance."

Stark frowned slightly 'at' JARVIS due to the impromptu invasion of their conversation, but he couldn't be too frustrated, he had programmed the inteligence after all. It was then he allowed himself to grin slightly at the Captain's comment.

Steve made a rather confused face as a new voice sounded in his head, but the confusion melted into somewhat of a smile at being called 'Master Rogers.'

"Hey...who's your friend? I think I would rather talk to him from now on." Steve remarked as he turned to face South just as JARVIS had instructed. 8 miles...well...then he would be there in just a few minutes provided his legs had once again gotten used to the solid feeling of the earth beneath his feet.

"That's JARVIS, he's my...computer-butler."

"Steve, I make you angry and we're on the same side, what do you think I plan on making them feel?" It was told like a joke, but Stark already had at least one press release to give, that would at least make it to the internet, if not the mainstream US media, barring some technological overrides or bribes, which weren't entirely out of the question at this point.

"Uh...happy?" Steve questioned, not really understanding where Tony was going with that remark. "I'll be there soon." He then said, taking more of a commanding, leadership type tone and felt his feet dig into the sand before he began to run...8 miles South.
Disclaimer about time travel by Ancient Greek style gods;

Time travel < Prophecy

Deities/Supernatural things with the power to move through time could see a host of parallel futures, even see ones in which major prophecies didn't take place, but they couldn't use their power to change squat in regard to the main 'true' timeline, nor would them seeing a certain future put it in stone.

Only Oracles did that, and you needed more than a time travelling god to change that.
I am writing a post, promise, just lots of work n IRL stuff.


Name/Titles: Mysia, Queen-Dowager, the Watcher, the Mother, the Fury.
Gender (if applicable): Female
Patronage: Pride, Rage, Fertility, Motherhood, Marriage, Time, Aristocracy.
Parentage: Unknown, although it's likely she predates the current pantheon. When Aroesus first ascended to the throne and looked for a wife to please him, of the many powerful members of his own pantheon, he declined in favor of the burning gaze of Mysia, a god most had never seen before, and only briefly in passing. (In actuality, she is one of the youngest gods, having been born of the cataclysm of energy that defeated the previous Pantheon, her patronage over time simply means others have seen her far in the past, before she was born)
Pantheon/Affiliation: Deity.
Appearance: The above image is the appearance the gods, and her most loyal followers, tend to see her in, although the specifics of such can change upon her own preference, or those she appears to, if she feels a particular need to impress them. If she seeks to hide among humanity, she will manifest as an elegant noblewoman, the trappings of such relating to the society she finds herself in, although she is very rarely not redheaded. She may also appear as a swan, lioness or one of the various kinds of dragon detailed in mythology (Greeks had them to, just in many weird versions). Generally each animal will have some trace of red on them, even if biologically this would never occur.

Centres of Worship/Places of Power: While being somewhat connected to almost any cult of her ex-husband, she possess a number of separate cults, although these tend to focus on her aspects not connected to the dead king of the gods (time, pride, rage) although, one set of cults worships her solely in her entirety. The Isles of Telcaes, all connected, like a spooked wheel, with bridges, forms the centre of her worship, each island depicting an aspect of her patronage, while the central isle holds her most sacred, if not largest, shrine.

Servants, Prominent Followers and Worship Base:
Most women have need to pray to Mysia at some point in their lives, whether it be maids on their wedding day, preparing for childbirth or simply the trials and tribulations of marriage and motherhood, she is ultimately connected, if not always in her true name, to such events and is a key component to most mortal societies coming of age rituals for women. However, her role in these is often limited by the male element of society controlling what aspects of her are seen in such rituals. Mysia's rage stems from the scorn shown to her by her husband, a man that, despite how risky it could be, she stood up to and unleashed her fury with little in the way of restraint, had he earned it. She empowered herself beyond the expectations placed upon her, and that is something many mortal males would rather their wives and daughters forget. Kolchae, an aristocracy of islands, which include Telcaes, holds her as their national goddess, which often warred against the nations of her husband, surviving due to its aquatic supremacy, whenever she felt particular need to scorn her husband. Several of the noble houses claim to hold her blood within their veins, which in a few cases is not entirely false, the Kolchaens being a favored escape for her, when her husband was busy chasing after some lesser goddess or creature. Warriors and Generals may also call upon her, not for martial skill, but to harden their hearts against the enemy, and fill them with battle-rage, particularly in the colder regions of the North, where she is worshiped as Myka, the Warrior-Queen.

Sieka, Queen of the Tutons: Actually a granddaughter of Mysia, Sieka rules a confederation of barbarian tribes to the North. While her nature may be somewhat of an affront to Mysia, favoring the civilized world, the fact she is both a blood relative and a female ruler places her very much in favor with Mysia. A raven haired warrior-queen, Sieka has often led raids against the civilized lands to the South and continues to grow in power, to the point that despite her affection, Mysia may have to act to protect her treasured courts and aristocrats.

Heikon, The Historian: Connected to her as the aspect of time, Heikon is one of the first to record history in its truest sense, to avoid religious explanation and to admit that even the side he favored has lost, a controversial statement in a world of ego and pride. Mysia often assists Heikon by providing information about an event he is recording that he either missed, or could not have picked up on from his location, to the point that he is a well known scion of Mysia.

The Court of the Divine: The closest thing to a central body of Priests and Priestesses for Mysia, they are based from her favored islands although at least one is found maintaining her shrines, be they attached to the temples of her ex-husband or separate. Climate permitting, they tend to wear red robes which cover them entirely, but are thin enough to reveal the shape of their form, as well as a silhouette of their face. In the North, they still wear mostly red, but warming clothing is necessary for survival (except for the High Priestesses, protected as they are).

Psychology: Despite the emotions she holds at least joint patronage over, Mysia is generally fairly level headed, if prideful, towards the end of her husband's reign many issues between the gods being brought to her to be solved in secret, then to wish the insane musings of the King upon them. That said, Mysia's rage, while slow to catch, is a fire that will rage unchecked, either dying in a cataclysm of emotion, or burning unchecked for centuries. Her fire, and refusal to be subdued, is the reason why the King of the Gods was drawn to her, but equally part of the reason why the last years of their marriage were incredibly brutal and without love, for the mad King viewed any dissent as treachery, and Mysia would not tailor herself to meet his whims. He never managed to break her, through beatings, rape and emotional torture, the King could never control his Queen, although she never did betray him as he suspected, refusing to join the conspiracy against him, but equally, refraining from alerting him to their existence, not that he, by that point, would have believed a word from her mouth.

Mysia may often have confusing, or conflicting, conversations with individuals, as a goddess of time having seen pasts and futures where each god or goddess has done terrible, or glorious things. She has lived in the world before Vael and Nys were born, and has slept with children yet unborn of the current pantheon of deities, sometimes giving her the impression of brief jolts of madness, even if it is just simply her mind adapting to its present location. Mysia has not particular attachment to order or chaos, preferring simply that which benefits those closest to her, even if she does often find extended periods of the status-quo tiresome, wild and untamed, as the uncivilized lands, as she can sometimes be. In the time since the death of Aroseus, many believe her to have gone mad, hiding in the decaying apartments of her husband, although only the latter part of this assumption is true, to those who have only briefly seen her, in shadows or one of her animal forms, she has appeared to have gone insane, the level, if fierce, mind of the Queen broken.

History:

The imagery best used to represent Mysia, the animals whose form she takes and even her own divine form, have been seen throughout the eons, caught in the corner of eyes or found scrawled on ruins, or the foundations of buildings yet to be made, from a time even before man first walked the Earth, even the very first Gods found her marks across their sanctuaries. While in the plane of existence, this occurred over countless eons, from Mysia's point of view it took mere seconds, during her birth, scattering across the winds of time, he infant soul marked itself across creation, before being made manifest. In the present, she was born to a world which, in some sense, already knew her, before she even knew herself. The overthrow of the previous pantheon was the trigger for her birth, and so, after some deliberation, she looked for the God who had caused this, learning of herself along the way, even if she did not know what goal she aimed for.

She presented herself to the New Pantheon of the gods when Aroseus was looking for a wife, and while she did not intend to, the fierce, somewhat wild, beauty and temperament of the mysterious goddess drew the King's eye more for any of those formally offered to him. With a grin and wink, Mysia accepted the offer as if it had been a proposal, rather than a demand by the King of the Gods and throughout their marriage, she had a habit of turning his orders into requests, and picking which ones she obeyed at her own whims. There may have once been a time, however short, where Aroseus was loyal to her, when the burning independent nature had chosen didn't drive him to seek out whimpish mortals or deities more willing to simply please him, but the news that this time had come to an end further fed the flame of her wrath, burning the patronage of rage into her. It was the first time their followers struck blows against each other, and the Home of the gods burned with their collective fury, to the extent that some thought it a new civil war of the gods. In the end no resolution was met, although Mysia forever taunted Aroseus with the fact that from then on, she could bed whoever she wanted from the beginning of time to its end.

Over the course of his reign, she remained loyal, in the sense of plots, to her husband, although she didn't not always actively follow his desires. On the mortal plane she would never put his desires before her own and would resort to bully, seduce and coerce him into bending to he ways, even if as time went on, he became increasingly cold to her, she would always give enough to rekindle their bond, at least until the spiral of his downfall. Closer to her heart were her children, those whom she would share a bond that wasn't dependent upon mere emotion and the whims of two adulterers. Particularly in their youth, she would protect them fiercely, both from other gods, and the wrath and whims of their father, until they were old enough to make their own minds about his plots and schemes, even then, finding some bitterness in the selfish nature of her husband towards them.

With the fall of Aroseus, she has hidden away in his apartments, apparently spending her days drunk and insane. She is neither, even if she does dine excessively off the nectar of the gods, this it not out of drunken grief, but a need to remain strong and hidden. For the last time the King and Queen shared beds, the spark of life was formed and she carries his last child in her womb. A conventional birth among the gods is rare and somewhat of an omen in of itself, with no timetable to expect, she hides for fear of retribution, upon herself, but more importantly the unborn child, who's existence plays into the hands of some, but endangers the plans of others. Unable to hide it in any of her forms, she avoids contact at all costs, although the magic defending the apartments is beginning to falter.

Relationships:

Loves her children, even if her own fierce and prideful nature may drive a wedge between them on occasion. She has no particular hate for those who fought against her husband at any point in history, having been among them on a scant few occasions. Can be seen as somewhat of an outsider, due to her connections among the frozen barbarians to the North, even if she is very much a goddess of the opulent courts of civilization.
Nightraider said
I think I'll work my way to the group in my first IC before I just jump into any collabs, just something shortish (for Adv anyway) of Bishop getting on the island, making his way to the aftermath of the battle and arriving at the hotel.


Sounds good, the meeting won't be brief, so you will probably have time to get a post up then join in.
In the meantime, for everyone, here is the collab for everyone meeting, feel free to write/drop in all ye. My collab with Yoshi will be posted first, but beyond that, no constraints. Either jump straight into the post or have a little exposition about what your character has been doing, all good.

http://titanpad.com/h4c9rX9A3S
YoshiSkittlez said
I honestly don't know what I want to do with domino yet so ill wait on her as well and focus on steve for a bit


Present for you then;

http://titanpad.com/g6ibl2uYwd

(Stark/Rogers collab)
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