Fantasy Superhero Times

[ManofManyRoles]

Natalie Brenton

She angeled her fork at him to use it as a pointer, a smile tugging at her lips. "Darren, people herding is hero work. And until we get you some equipment, you'll get your ass kicked outright by anything above human I'm afraid. Well...more accurately you'd probably get lodged in a wall and then I'd have to pull you out." She gave a soft laugh, shrugging. "Hang around her enough, you'll start to notice other differences. But yea, constantly bad mood is the first thing most people would notice. Yea, we're going to pick up Jupiter, I requested a rental last night so we have that. I remember hearing about her when I was younger, honestly. A boy in my orphanage practically ran a fan club for her, with four other kids."

The drive to Jupiter's place was entertaining, at least to Natalie. How the hell did people in L.A drive like such garbage in the rain? Didn't it rain a lot here? She honestly preferred driving on the right side of the road personally, it let her turn right on red. A literal godsend. Unlike the other drivers on the road however, she apparently knew what the fuck she was doing in their car, a cool blue sedan. She had made a stop at a store on the way to grab some trail mix and capri-sun, because snacks were important dammit! She also grabbed Darren anything if he had requested it.

A soft giggle escaped Nat as she watched Jupiter come bouncing out on one foot, waiting for her to join them in the car. "No problem. Everyone who lives here is god awful at driving in a storm, it was comedy to me. Nice to meet you finally as well, honestly. I'm private sector, I work for the church. Protestant and Catholic predominantly, I do a lot of travelling because of that. Actually got to go to the Pope's birthday twice, that was fun. Might tell you about it later. I'm surprised I didn't tell my partner here about it yet." Reaching into the plastic bag from the store she reached her hand back, a package of trailmix offered. "Want some, before I score ten bucks off you? Tell me about this Sarah."
Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

Jupiter, Darren, and Sarah​

Jupiter was not like Darren in the car. She was a chatty Cathy, eager to talk about anything and everything. "Oh my gosh that's so cool! I've met the Pope before but never like a birthday party thing! I'm not super religious, and religious heroes can be a bit uncomfortable around me with all the demon work I do, but the Pope seemed to really appreciate that I specialize in demons. That IS my specialty, by the way - ooo trailmix - I do demon summoning, binding, contracts, hunting, you name it. I enjoy making them work for me and I enjoy beating demonic ass when necessary."

"So! Sarah! I haven't seen her for ten years, but she's sweet. Her angel is kinda on the younger side, relatively speaking anyway. She's suuuuuper curious about humans and their culture and why they sin and all that. Sarah's cute, she's a little bit of a tomboy. Very passionate," Jupiter continued, swapping subjects casually, "I'm surprised she didn't show up for that OA thing yesterday! She totally would have. She must have been busy or didn't have the radio on her at the time or whatever. You two working together would be so cool to watch, not gonna lie."

"And destructive," Darren grumbled under his breath, not liking his chances so far of NOT being a people herder again today.

A few minutes later and they arrived at a little cafe that was mostly empty, save for a petite blonde-haired woman that had water come out her nose as they approached.

Sarah coughed up a lung for a moment and stood, planting her hands on the table, "YOU? Jupes. JUPES. YOU. HOW? Of all the SoVs. Geezus christ... um. Hi. Sathias says hi, I think, between her fangirling and screaming. My name is Sarah. Nice to meet you." She was trying not to wince from the enthusiasm of the angel inside her head. God, this was a bad idea.

"What do you mean of all the SoVs!? She's cool. I saw her fight!"

"Jupes. Jupes... That is Agas. Have you heard of Atlantis?"

"......yes?"

"She's why it disappeared. Have you heard of Lyth? No? She's why. How about Hannal? Gessk? The Isle of Petrovich? Of course not. They don't exist anymore! Agas is... ah... extremely enthusiastic, shall we say," she huffed and sat back down, folding her arms.

Jupiter pursed her lips and slowly slid over a ten-dollar bill to Natalie. Darren was unaffected by any of this and was looking at the menu after deciding he wanted the sweetest thing they had.

"Anyway," Sarah continued, "What brings you guys here to LA? Is it the OA stuff? Sathias is pissed we missed out yesterday. She moped about it for like a whole hour. At the moment all she wants to do is meet you. Like really really bad. She 'misses her crazy sister'. She also wants to know if we'll be working together while you're here, which I suppose is a question I have as well. It'd be messy, but... it'd sure be fun."

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Natalie Brenton

So an immortal teenager, an exorcist, and a demon mage drive through L.A...there was a joke there somewhere, she was sure of it. "Well I wasn't necessarily invited to the birthday parties, the first one at least. But I didn't get tossed out and I sort of just stayed...I got personally invited the second time though. I just figured I'd pop in and see the guy for his birthday the first time...guess I left a good enough impression the first time around." Handing off the trailmix to Jupiter, a soft laugh escaped the punk girl. "Believe it or not, I was an exorcist for a long while before I became a hero. It's how I met my er...partner. I don't really wanna talk about that day though. You're not gonna get me uncomfortable anytime soon, so don't worry about that bit."

"Word to the wise, don't call them angels too often, at least in my experience. Technically, your correct. But the two parties don't really fraternize too much and there's a good deal of animosity. They prefer to go by Spirits of Vengeance, and I get the feeling an Angel would be modestly insulted if you referred to them as a Spirit of Vengeance, y'know? A tomboy, huh?...Do we just attract these things then?" Hearing Darrens comment she grinned, shrugging. "I've got to admit, Darren's got a point here. Two of us on a job? Poor kid would be herding cats all day."

Arriving at the cafe and parking the car, Natalie approached the blonde, waving her hand a bit. A small laugh escaped her at her reaction, a hand going out to shake. "Hey, nice to meet ya." A small twitch of her eye was the only noticeable sign that Agas had just grabbed her in a chokehold, and laughing...in an uncomfortable fashion. Like she had just won the lottery...or was given permission to burn L.A to the ground...or both? "Name's Natalie." Hearing Sarah list off Agas exploits didn't earn a reaction from Natalie, she'd heard it and knew it at this point. Whether she got her handshake or not, she sat down, taking the tenner that had been slipped to her with a wink in Jupiters direction. "Agas is a bit more enthusiastic. Without giving you a long-winded story she's essentially uh...the alpha, and the first. She's actually enjoying the memories you brought up, I don't wanna talk about it." Pulling up a menu she looked over it, glancing at Sarah. "Church diverted me here for a while, said crime rates were up and that there had been an increase in concerning activity. I don't think I was sent here about the O.A stuff, I just got involved. Sorry your partner missed the event." Agas was currently trying to wrest control, figuring now was a good excuse to do so...not today, bitch. "I think we can both agree that her coming out for a meet and greet is a terrible idea. It'd be interesting to work with you, but it might be a bit over-kill, don't you think?"

She decide that she'd be ordering a sweet roll, and a tea, that sounded good enough. "So, Sarah, how long have you been at this? You look about my age, is all." She leaned back in her chair for a moment, folding her arms across her chest with a confident grin. "Jupiter, I should have put more money on that bet."
Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

Bells​

Well this was getting instantly interesting, wasn't it? She smiled at James, that was his name, apparently. "It's 2058, Los Angeles. In particular, you're in Little Tokyo," she explained, zipping around to the front of him, the side of Sophia, "Isekai'd, huh? Tough luck. I'm from Hell, so we're used to seeing that sort of thing happen in various different worlds we visit. Lucky for you, I think there are a number of people that might be able to help you get back home sooner than whatever your patron wants you to do. If you can convince them, that is."

She giggled, "It's a nice place though~ you could always stay if you wanted. Relative safety, fancy amenities, magic, all sorts of stuff. My name's Bells, and while I am a succubus, I'm a lot more than just that, sweetheart. I'd say my best trait is speed, actually. Sexual advances come second, if not third, or even fourth. Anyway, I'm interested, so I'll tag along for now and see how I can help. Feel free to ask me anything, hun."

ManofManyRoles Cam E. Leon

 

[Deathkitten]

Sylvia, Adam, and M&M​

M&M was excessively pleased with the appearance of her more than a little chaotic "uncle" and lept out of her chair with Tom in her hands as though she wasn't tired two seconds ago. She bounded up to Uncle Nyar and bounced up and down in front of him, "Hiiiii Uncle Nyar! You get to babysit me today! We're gonna have so much fun, right? Right?"

Sylvia was less than pleased at the sudden appearance of the black bastard in his stereotypical pimp getup. Talk about outdated. She glared at him, "You better behave. And remember, if you go out anywhere, you change your form to something a little less horrendous? We really don't need M&M ending up on the news, and if she did you'd lose the privilege of hanging out with your little fangirl." She knew the eldritch beast was incredibly fond of her little girl, though she couldn't fathom why. It wasn't some weird erotic gross thing either, it was platonic. Her best guess? The asshat was so old he forgot what friends were like and was happy that there was some cute little thing that looked up to him and absolutely adored him, but also didn't go crazy at the drop of a hat. Or in other words, Adam and M&M were different than everyone else, and that's why he liked them so much and put up with them. "Variety is the spice of life," and all that.

That said, he was still a chaos beast and didn't exactly care about rules or laws. He went on many a "field trip" with M&M, and while she always came back safe, they did NOT need another Tom, damn it!

She bent down and kissed Misty's forehead, "You keep Uncle Nyar in line, okay cutie pie? We'll try not to take all day. Have fun sweetheart. Love you."

"Love you momma! Love you daddy! I'll have lots of fun today and I'll make sure to read at least two chapters of a book today!" she turned her attention to Nyarlathotep again, smiling so brightly, "Can we go to your place!?"

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

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An almost cocky grin spread across the figures lips, a hand reaching out to pat the child on the head. "Oh yes, quite a good sum of fun, I assure you." This of course, earned a pointed glare from Adam. God he hoped his daughter didn't grow up to be a cultist queen worshiping this bastard. "Behave. Don't leave the house, just babysit her. I don't want to come home with my daughter on the news, I don't want to find the house in an extra-planer reality again, I don't want it infested with tentacles for the third time this year. You're going to stay home, you're going to play boardgames, you're going to watch TV. Got it?" For all his bolster, he knew it didn't do any good. The eldritch horror simply grinned at him, a dark and sinister smile. "Of course, of course...we won't leave the house." Something about the way he said that didn't sit well with him, but he couldn't watch him all day.

Turning his attention to Misty he offered a smile. "Alright, I hope you have a good time. Let me know what you read, okay? I want to hear all about it. I love you too. I'll get the car started, hun." Giving the figure patting his daughter on the head one more warning glare he leveled a finger at him. "Behave." All he earned was a smile again, but no words. Adam shook his head slowly, starting for the door. "Sorry, dear. I don't think your parents want me to take you anywhere."
Deathkitten

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Bytchos

"hmm me? Yeah, Im a hero, just signed up few days ago. This is my first mission. Names Chrysos Alexandros. and yes....that alexandros." he said smiling as he looked at the windows. First thing of being in an enclosed room. Every entrance and exit must be secured. " I may be a day one hero. But I can probably handle myself in a fight." he said with as he looked at the window and inspected it, nothing outside. no traces of forced entry. the screws hadn't been moved or replaced. everything seemed like it hadn't been touched. Chrysos gently sighed before closing the blinds tight. " Well. no bugs or people spying outside." he chimed before turning to her. "may I have your name? It is rude to not refer to a lady by name." he said as he went for a handshake

ManofManyRoles Deathkitten

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Viona

she smiled hearing about her moms trips. She was always such a busy person, Viona valued every time she got to spend time with her. "Car crash at Disney huh.... I heard about it, but to think you already fixed it. Amazing as always mom!" she cheered clapping. "as for me huh... not much. The lab-coats told me they are looking at using my toxin to controllably kill tumors and cancer cells. I dont really understand it. But it sounds really good!" she laughed "you seen any news lately? lots of shits gone down mom. People are back from the dead. OA is back in action, we got demons in the street, Panzer Tristan got shot!.... I hope shes okay, i love her movies." she gave Corvus a brief summary of what had been going down since she left. She hoped she wasnt too boring.

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Jewel and Jenny and Angela​

"Resurrection gone shitty. Got it," she mused, giving the situation a big sigh from her chest, "Well... shouldn't be too hard to fix, tbh. That's a weird mix of crappy and fantastic luck you've got going on, sir. Anyway. Go ahead and hold her in your lap or however's comfortable. It'll be pretty jarring for her, so I don't want her to freak out and move around. Like someone getting an IV put in, you understand? She moves around a bunch it'd be a lot more uncomfortable for her. Since she can't understand right now in her fog, she's like a toddler. She might not understand that she needs to sit still."

Her grimoire moved in front of her and flipped open, the pages moving on their own. This wasn't really her specialty, but anchoring someone wasn't THAT hard to pull off.

"Right, since she has you, her family, here, it makes it like ten times easier. All I gotta do is anchor her to you guys. Nice and simple. Mind you, she could still have some latent abilities due to her brush with death. Just some specter-like stuff, nothing harmful. That's not a for-sure thing though. If you wanna look into that some more, I'd suggest seeing a specialist clinic for it. Resurrection sicknesses are not uncommon, so any trauma or the like they should be able to assist with," she sighed as she finished her explanation, punctuating her last sentence with a ring of white-blue light around the two of them.

Jewel flipped a few pages in her grimoire, muttering to herself about the process. It was something she had done like... once before? She knew HOW, it just... wasn't something she encountered in her line of work. "Chrysos. Check over the daughter to make sure she's not experiencing any resurrection sickness. With your family, I'm sure you've experienced your fair share of such things going on around you. Ask her questions about time, place, how she's doing, etc," Jewel said, glancing at him for a quick moment.

Jenny started to feel the effects of what Jewel was doing almost immediately. It was like her mind suddenly went from foggy blobs of information to a live wire, and as such, squirm she did. Jenny tried in vain to push and pull at her husband's arms, trying to get away from the sensation as much as she could. "S...stop! Stop it!" she cried, voice still barely a whisper, however desperate. It was so uncomfortable, almost painful. Everything was too sensitive, too clear. It was like going from darkness to bright sunlight, or like taking a big gulp of ice water right after you had mints. Once she seemed to realize that she couldn't get away from it, she instead turned into his chest, balling her fists up against him. Her wall. Her safety. Her buoy in the sea. She felt her eyes welling up with tears, not from sadness but irritation and stimulation.

Angela didn't want to focus on what her mother was going through right now. It was... upsetting to see... but... if it helped her, then it was a small price to pay. Instead, she forced a smile on her face for the boy. Chrysos, huh? "My name's Angela. I... um... I vaguely know your last name? Its some sort of mafia, isn't it? I'm... well... my momma and I died in the 1940s... so I'm still not as up to date with information as I could be. What's got you into heroics, if I may ask?"

ManofManyRoles Cam E. Leon

 

[Osuka]

Name: Fay Fluorite
AKA: Celesteon
Location: Apartment
Time: 0500

The day would start early. Even when he slept little more than three hours, it was as if his biological clock was set to be an early riser. After having dealt with the Park incident and getting his furry little friend's text, Fay had been up nearly all night digging through resources he could get his hands on concerning spirits and this "Ms. Jenny's" situation. Thankfully, he had plenty of people in the Council to refer to - for a price, of course, and by the time he had drawn up his plan of execution, he found he was going to get a record-breaking three-and-a-half hours of sleep! That in itself was something that, as he groggily rose from his desk, he was still more than proud of, and he found himself patting his own back while he paced to the bathroom.

A quick strip, a cold shower, and a redress later, Fay thought he was very clearly ready for today. He was, after the cold shower, awake enough to slam down enough caffeine to (normally) kill someone of his size, prepare all of his things for his friend's situation, and then promptly be reminded that literally nothing ever goes to plan for a Wizard, no matter how hard you try to keep a stranglehold on what you'd planned to do. In fact, his reminder was rude enough to make him drop his staff as he listened in on his scanner.

"Supervillain Phoenix has left his mark," it chirped, and Fay's entire body went cold as his mind flashed back to the academy, though only for a moment as he felt his Fine Furred Filigree Aiko headbutt him hard enough to pull him out of his shellshock.... Though he still felt cold.

Phoenix didn't die in the explosion. Phoenix survived, and the damage he had wrought could have been anything from his fury due to failing at the Academy, or even just a show of power to prove to the world that he was out and about. The only problem was that Fay took it personal. In his mind, it was Phoenix leaving his calling card of sorts. Using fire was, as his name suggested, his specialty, and it would have left traces for the trained Wizard to sniff at. Phoenix could have been calling him out - finish business, as it were, and it was likely he would just continue his rampage if Fay didn't show up. So there was only one thing to do....

Time: 0903
Location: Burned home

Fay's stomach had churned the entire flight to the location his scanner had spouted, and it wasn't because of the message he had sent Jewel. Right now, he didn't care what kind of punishment the woman had for him - she could even beat him for this and he wouldn't care. Phoenix was out and about, and this took priority over everything else that he was involved in. What he had brought with him was essentially his full arsenal. Book, Staff, enchanted personal effects - he even made sure Aiko was outfitted with protective wards as he had made his way through the air quick enough to make his trajectory whistle. Once he landed, however, he suddenly felt unprepared as he looked at the ruins of what was once someone's home. Firefighters were on the scene and doing their best to extinguish what was left, but the quicker they were gone, the better.

"Aquea, Liena Kanti," Fay chanted, and with a raise of his staff, the water that had once been expended to extinguish what was once a roar of heat and flames sprang from the ground, engulfing the remains of the building. At the same time, Fay's senses had become quite attuned to the liquid as the second portion of his chant had linked his mind and his will with it, giving him a sort of sense of all that the water had washed across. If there were bodies, the water would sweep them out without drowning them, and Fay would be popping his flask to gulp down a potion in order to revitalize himself. Obviously, if they survived, the victims were going to be in need of healers who were far more versed in the Art than he was if the paramedics were otherwise preoccupied, but he himself would try to beat them to whoever had survived.

Out of three, only one had done such a miraculous thing, and it actually made sense. One of them had been a Hero- someone in the Warlock's version of a Council, like Starfinger. How he was able to make this distinction was fairly obvious in the robe that he had been wearing. The man was hanging on by a thread due to the burns all across him, which was impressive in itself. He was either quick enough to cast a defensive ward, or it was just the robes that had kept him from being turned into... Well....

He didn't want to think of what was left of the others. He didn't want to look, either. He already got a fairly intimate sense of their state of being when he used the water to rush them out and extinguish what was left before the flames could spread.

The use of Water magick that had his own little twist already made him feel tired. Quick-and-Dirty snapcasting things that required a fine touch and a good bit of time never really worked out well for a Wizard when it came to reserves, and he was already on half. He didn't really have time to replenish either, if Phoenix had just fled. His calling card - a literal roughshod phoenix charred into the sidewalk hot enough to emblazon it deep within the stone, was more than apparent to anyone who didn't even give the effort to look.

Fay stopped breathing.

For part of it, it was fear. It was either a pretender who had taken on Phoenix's moniker and Mode of Operation, or it was Phoenix himself, and neither were something that he truly wanted to come to terms with. The other part of this was utilizing the fear in a productive manner. While still holding his breath, Fay decided to put that fear to good use and start marching forward, staff white-knuckle gripped in his right hand and his pace quick. After using the water magick, he had to be quick about trying to find Phoenix's trail, and the only thing he had on him that would be wholly effective in that was himself. Currently, he didn't actually have any artifacts that would quickly track a target. They were both inconceivably expensive and (rightly) Strictly regulated due to the obvious implications if the wrong people got their hands on them. Of course, villains didn't have to play by the rules since Villains were Villains that did Villainous Villainy, but the less they let out on the streets, the better - even if he hated that little inconvenience.

"Calm down," he said to himself as he let out a slow, long breath. "Calm down, focus, and do what you do best..."

Breathe in, hold it, and breathe out. That was all Fay seemed to do as he stood before the wreckage of the Warlock's home, but for him, with each breath he took, eyes closed, the world began to paint itself in all new and wildly different ways. Traces of pain and fear manifest burned into his mind as all of him took in the sickening sight of the twisted and roaring depiction of his surroundings - everything that his mana touched as it pulsed outward and pinged back to himself. It was known as a third eye of sorts, where one saw more than just the physical world. They smelled, felt, tasted, and heard so much more, and depending on what you looked at, it could haunt a person for the rest of their life. When they were first taught the skill in the Academy, they were subjected to seeing something so wholly pure and beautiful that they were moved to tears. They were shown something that couldn't possibly scar them and served as an anchor for himself. What he saw now was entirely the opposite, and all the pain, all the fear - the smell of burning flesh and hair, and the myriad of emotions of the Warlock who had been subjected to Phoenix's wrath and madness was burned into his mind. He would always be able to recall it as if it had just happened before him in perfect detail...

And he would use it.

"I'm going to find you, Phoenix," Fay growled under his breath. "I'm going to find you, and I'm going to make you wish there was pain worse than what I might do to you...

"But first, I need to contact Starfinger."

Deathkitten Aelia Aeldyne

(I was given information that I was allowed to post.)

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Sophia

Sophia queitly waited as her master talked. She watched around. Before pausing. "
M̶͖̓̄à̵̞̠̇ş̸̰̈́t̶̠̎͌ë̷̯́r̵͕̙̒̔,̶̺̃ ̶̤̐̂I̶̱͕̎ ̶͎̗̌ẖ̶̭̂a̴̛͙̼͐v̵̲̉͜ḙ̸͖͝ ̴͍̈̍c̸͖̀o̶͇͇͋͒n̸͍̳̊f̵̼̮̋ḭ̸̳͐r̴͎̟͒m̶̦̣̒̍e̷̝͌͜d̸̘̈́͜͝ ̴͓̄e̴̗̓v̵̘̱̈́̉e̵͇̜͐͛ŕ̴̼̯ÿ̵̠͎́̒t̸̨̽h̷̙͋̚i̵̘̰͒n̷̦͍̾ģ̶̤̿ ̸͙̘͗t̷̠̄ẖ̵̓̆i̷̥͕̓̓ș̶̢͆ ̴̭̈s̷̜͠ư̷̫̪̑c̸̺̎c̵͓̅ü̸͇̟͘b̸͙͉̒ǔ̶͉̤̓s̷̜̒ ̴̲̟̅͠s̷͔̐a̴͚̜͗ḭ̷́̑d̴̺̀̾ ̶͖͍̓i̷̥̟̊̽s̸͇̐ ̶̝͖̈r̶͍̚͜ǒ̷͚u̷͖̐g̵̘̓̋h̶͜͝ͅl̶͈̙̈͆ŷ̷̻̤͗ ̶̫̔͛t̶͙̹͂̎r̵̹̣̂ú̵̘e̸̙̪̒.̶͖̉͋ ̵͙́I̷̧̐̓t̵̩̺̀͝ ̷̥́a̸̺͝p̵̟͗͘p̷̢͚̎̃e̴̳̦̍͊a̴͙̔̚r̵̟̄̈́s̴̞͛́ ̸̨̎w̸͕̉̑e̴̟͚͋ ̴̨̲͆̕w̵̤̞̐͝ę̴̩̇̓r̸͖̓e̷̟̍ ̵̠͗n̶͙̑̍o̵̭̔t̶̡͚̚ ̴̗̔o̶̼̊͛n̶̝̈l̶͙̚ÿ̵͇́ ̴̘̓ẗ̴͍́̽r̵͕̀a̷̗͊̍͜n̷̠͊͠ş̴̖̈͐p̵͚͇̔o̶̘̿́r̷͉̯͆̆t̵̬́e̷̺̮͋̐ď̷̖͝ ̶͓̠͗t̴̮̀͘h̸̻͊͝ṙ̴͖͠o̸͇̾u̵̦͚̽̕g̴̀ͅh̵̲͠ ̴̘̅̐S̷̟͓̄̔p̵̣̍̄a̵͎̓c̵̪̓̋ȅ̸̢̝̌ ̸̨̪̽ạ̴͖͆n̴̜̤̑͘d̶͇̘͑͝ ̶̩͓͊d̵̹̖̒̓ï̸̩m̵͇̱̄e̷̯͗n̸̩͛̓ṡ̶͇̣͝i̴̧̮̅ò̵͍̫̽n̵̥̩͆͒,̸̨̏ͅ ̶̻̐̚b̵̫̐ú̶̝t̸̨̘͐̒ ̶̹͊à̴̢̑l̵̞̆̀s̸̲̤͒̚ȱ̸͕ ̵͚͝ẗ̶̯̖́͐i̴͙̽m̷͍̳̉ȇ̷͙.̴̜̮͗͆ ̷̳̓Ś̵͐͜h̷̘̖̅͛a̶̱͘ḽ̵͑͠l̵̘͂̌ͅ ̶̨̅I̷͎͖̍͒ ̵̖͌a̷̤͌t̷͙̂t̵̩̪́ĕ̴͍̺m̶͍͉͐̄p̷̱̺̌̂t̵͔͒̐ ̸̞́t̵̤̂o̸̦̼̊ ̷͎̇́ͅk̷̨͙̽i̵̧̲͂̋l̶̮̀l̸̯̱͛̕ ̴̫͍̒̚m̵̼͗̓y̸̩̏̐ ̶͍͓̽͒ä̸̖́̅c̵̤͈̿q̸͕͒ȕ̷̩̈à̴͓i̸̗̘͝n̵̬͍͛̉t̸͎̔ả̸̢̋n̵̤̋c̷̰̚ȩ̴͖̔͠ ̶̡̛w̶͖͔̍́h̸̓ͅo̴̹̓͂ ̸̥̅͐f̴̱̰̔͘o̵͕̊r̸̗̚c̶̩̍̈i̶̙͋͘b̷͎̈̇l̷͈̚͝y̵͍̺͑ ̶̘̏b̴̳̲͛r̸͔̎͝ö̸̥̩́͠u̴͕̜̕͝ĝ̶̖h̵̙̐t̷̛̞ ̸̲̇͠ụ̶̯̕ş̵̓ ̷̺̲̄h̴̞̳̚ë̵͉́r̴̟͒ȅ̵͕̺?̶̩̔ " She took a silent step closer to james inbetween him and the succubus as she had newspaper in her hands. " Ȁ̶̘͓̀l̴̟̭̔̔ś̷͎̘ȍ̷̖ ̴̨́M̷͎͎͋ả̷͎́s̸̪̳͊̕t̵̝̝̊ȇ̷̯̝̈́r̷̰̠͐,̷͌́͜ ̵̯̓̍P̵̨̡̈̋y̵̛̰̐d̷͖̈́̚i̸̩̊ŕ̸͔ ̴̳͚̆i̶̙̍s̴̨̈́͊͜ ̴̯͒c̴̙̿͗ư̴̥͙r̷̲͐r̵͍̮̉e̶̼͎̒̏n̵̛̞̥̕t̸̼̽͝l̵̻̆y̷̜͑̿ ̵̯̔͒c̶̥̤̈́͂ȓ̵̦̣͘ŷ̶̖͚͘i̴̘̫̓n̶͈̞͘g̵̯̈́̾.̸̭̀ ̸̰̘̓Í̵̟̓ ̴̮̹͑b̶͙̪̌e̶̹̭̅͋ḽ̶̈ỉ̸͚̓e̶̩̒̃v̶͕͔̈́e̵̤̓ ̸̱̐i̵͇͝t̸̲̩̂ ̵̹̂̾m̷̬̈̀ä̸͈̗y̸̢̡̅͛ ̴̙̊̓b̵̖͇̿ȇ̸͔̹͠ ̸͎͔̎̃b̴͙̖́̔e̶͙͘s̶̲͆͘t̷̛̟̮̑ ̸͓̋̈́t̶̬͠ͅo̴͇̩̾ ̴̢̳̐̓ȇ̸̱͍̓x̶̯̲͛͊p̷̼͆̕l̵̫̔͒a̴̛̰͕̒i̷͕͇̅n̸͇͍͋̕ ̵͔̟̽t̶͚̬̓͆o̷̼̾͠ ̸̧̣̇h̵̳͕́̿ę̴̠͊r̴̨̾ ̷̳́̐t̴̝͍͋̕ḧ̴̭́e̵̦͌ ̶͍̓͛s̵͇͙̆i̶̬͋̕t̷̡̾̓ū̷͕͜a̶̯̗̽̑t̴̩͗̀i̶̭̔͝o̷͎̕n̶̥̘̎͋.̸͇͖̇"̶͍̣̀̆ "she reccemonded looking at her masters grimoires. hearing the confusion rage and pydirs very loud sobbing from it. Sophia looked at the succubus again........ Sophia was not a fan of her comments.

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[Cam E. Leon]

Rita Quinn (paradox)

Rita....honestly did not know how thing had ended up like this. She just planned for this to be a quick gas station robbery to impress Havoc, get a few crimes under her belt. Eazy Peazy. But...... what had gone wrong. Rita had walked in wearing her costume and made everyone stuck on the floor using her psychic owers. Simple right? step one had gone totally perfect. Step 2 was to take all their wallets. Rita didnt really want to be mean to the civilians so she only took like 30 dollars max. That went by easy. Step 3 was hold the Cashier at gun point and demand the money... but he said no. Rita was really unsure of what she was suppose to do. He was at gunpoint? why wouldnt he give up the money. She kept threatening to shoot him if he didnt give her the money. But then the cashier pulled out a gun and held out a gun and pointed it to his own head. spouting off about how Rita was too scared to pull the trigger, and she was but Rita wouldnt admit it. So now it was technically a hostage situation. But Rita didnt quite know who the hostage was now.

"Hey hey! Im sure theres something to live for in your life come on!" Rita said trying to talk the cashier out of it now as she was still pointing her own gun at the cashiers head. "GO on then. pull the trigger little telekinetic! You wont? then I'll pull it myself!" he said shooting a bullet into the ceiling to show it was fully loaded before pointing it at his head again. All in all. this was a very confusing scene for any hero.

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Aia
Location: AirBnB-Streets
Interactions: Kyrenka /open

Aia was happy behind belief the rest of the day with her mother. Saying mama to her again and again till they fell asleep. While the room they where staying in had two beds Aia had crawled into her mothers bed sometime in the night to sleep with her. As the sun started to peer into the room Aia sat up, making sure not to wake Anne at all as she yawned and rubbed the tiredness out of one eye. Though her tiredness didn’t last long as something caught her eye at the window. Climbing off the bed she quickly made her way over to the window and peeled through the shades to see what had caught her attention. To anyone else it was common place but to Aia a butterfly fluttering about around was amazing. Her smile grew large as her eyes tracked it before she decided she wanted it. Glancing back at her mom in contemplation she figured Anne wouldn’t mind Aia going out for a little and slowly opened the window and crawled out. Immediately her eyes locked back onto the butterfly with want as she crouched down before leaping at it. Clapping her hands together to catch it she landed in a crouched position with a big smile as she peered inside to see it only to find her hands empty. Aia looked around her wondering where it went before looking up to see it still fluttery about. A small pout slipping onto her face as she jumped at it again only to fail at catching it.

again and again Aia attempted to catch the butterfly as it cluttered off into the city. Jumping onto Bus stop’s over people and even onto cars all in failed attempts to capture this one butterfly. Not realizing how many eyes and phones stared her down. She wore one of her mothers white button up shirts and a pair of tight workout shorts so needless to say she wasn’t hiding like her mother always had to. She was in the open for the world to see. And they saw her indeed, adorably chasing a butterfly.​

 

[Deathkitten]

Jupiter, Darren, and Sarah​

"Fun! So you work with the church then?" Sarah repeated, "Sounds like a decent place to do it. I've always been wary of working with the church. Dealing with heaven any more than I already do sounds like a pain. Heh. But yeah, no. Agas coming out for a meet and greet is asking for trouble. No offense, chica." She knew Agas could, of course, hear, same as Sathias could. She was slowly losing the fight against the hyper-as-fuck spirit of vengeance, however, who was currently bouncing in front of her mental self and shaking her like a damned blender.

Jupiter stuck her tongue out at Natalie as Sarah continued the conversation, "I've been at it for... God, how long has it been now? I wanna say around fifty years? I've not exactly been counting the anniversaries. Sathias and I work well together, she's just really excitable and curious. She ends up in control probably a lot more often than Agas does. She behaves, though... relatively speaking. As long as there's not someone with a disgusting soul in sight, she'll ignore people for want of like... I dunno, trying to understand people through Netflix shows or whatever. I'm just not that good at fighting her for control. Plus if I know she's not gonna go blow up a city block trying to chase someone, then I usually end up letting her have control anyway. It's just easier for our relationship. If she gets some time out, she's more cooperative later when I have to go through someone with a nasty as soul, chat, and be nice to them, to get to someone even worse."

"Speaking of which though...," she winced, Sathias wresting control with a dramatic outfit change, accompanied, of course, by blazing purple fire, though her body didn't even slump the change was so fluid and swift.

Now Sathias, the SoV wasted no time in practically leaping around the table and tackling Natalie with a hug that could pop bones. Funnily enough, her voice was higher in pitch than Sarah's, but had a sound like crackling fire behind it, "Natalie! I'm so excited to meet you! You're her new host! Aaaaa, I've missed my big sis so much! And now you're like part of the big family! Oh my gosh let me look at you!" She cupped both of Natalie's cheeks with a big boney smile, "You're so beautiful! Such a pretty young woman. My big sis chose so well! I heard you're really strong too! Oh my gosh, you're such a great addition to the family! You're like a new cousin or maybe a niece! I always love meeting other hosts. After we're done here, Sarah and I should show you around! We can show you some of our typical spots, talk to you about criminal families we're hunting! Maybe you can even help with a villain or two I'm having some trouble with. Big sis is way stronger than me, so maybe you'll have an easier time with it."

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[ManofManyRoles]

Natalie Brenton

Nat gave a shrug and offered a small smile. "Yep, church. I was an exorcist before this line of work, and they helped raise me so just felt like a natural pick. Glad we're in agreement on not having her involved then." Agas, as one would expect, was currently in a wrestling match with Natalie, both of which were holding each other by the neck. Glancing at Jupiter stick her tongue out at her she mimicked the motion, attention going back to Sarah. "Fifty years? Damn, dermatologists must hate you." Weird to think she was fifty years old in this line of work...did she have her own share of stories to tell? Probably. As Sarah continued to go on about her spirit, Natalie's eyebrow continued to go higher and higher. Too many differences to even count between this one and her own. "Two very different approaches to our jobs, it seems. Wait, speaking of which?"

Ah shit. Natalie was tackled out of her chair and landed on her back, head bumping on concrete with an uncomfortable crack. That fucking hurt. An awkward smile touched her lips as she looked up at...Sathias, right? Oh God the Father, there was such a thing as too friendly. She'd rather be dealing with Agas than this, that became blatantly obvious. Is that an invitation? Oh for the love of God, don't you get involved. This interaction was followed by a swift mental sucker punch, there was no way she was letting Agas out, even though she demanded she come out to come out. "Yea uh, nice to meet you too. I'll...consider the tour? I don't want to inconvenience." And she wasn't sure she could take this spirit in anything but small doses. She honestly preferred Agas and her insistence on beating the ever-living shit out of her mental self, she could deal with that. "Could you...get off?"
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[ManofManyRoles]

James

James reached up, slowly rubbing his temples. "I didn't have enough coffee this morning for any of this...honestly, if I knew this was going to happen, I'd have joined Seamus for day drinking." He heaved a small sigh, lowering his hands to study bells. "Right...well, unfortunately, I have experience with this. And if Sophia is calling what did this an 'acquaintance', unless you can talk to cthulhu, I'm probably shit out of luck." His eyebrow twitched at the offer to stay here, annoyance flashing in his brain. "No, absolutely not, out of the question. The fact magic is here and that the girls are stuck in grimoires again is all the motivation I need to go home. I'll get this over with and go home." Looking to Sophia he sighed a bit, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No...no. Thank you, Sophia. We'll just get this over with, no need for you to try to kill eldritch deities or abominations...Ah shit."

Concern and sympathy took driver seat, annoyance getting tossed into the back seat. Pydir...Sato, Thyris...even Hignar. He wasn't looking forward to any of this, but he could only imagine how they felt. Reaching into his satchel he produced a tome with a large spiked centerpiece on it. Glancing at Bells, he let out a small huff. "Explain where I am. What this reality is. Did you mention Hero's? Like...comic book heroes?..Why would you be concerned with them showing up?" Turning his attention back to the grimoire he took a deep breath before flipping the book open. "Pydir? Are you okay?"
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[ManofManyRoles]

Corvus

The plague doctor tilted her head a bit, the adjustment in how her head sat causing the water to stream off her hat to one side. "Amazing is a relative term. I'm afraid I could have done it in a shorter time, I suspect. But when they struggle in their panic, it can be difficult. Oh well, they'll be fine. Thank you for the compliment anyway, dear." At the comment about what Viona's toxin was being utilized for, the doctor's interest perked, just a bit. "Oh? Quite interesting, I'll have to speak to them about that. Cancer, such a nuisance for many. A slow painful death for many more. If only more could take the sickness away with but a touch. I haven't seen the news for here lately, I'm afraid. I camped many nights, not a lot of news in that way. If the OA is back, I don't want you anywhere near that mess, yes? Your unique situation makes you a keen picking for the unsavory, I fear." She paused for a moment, thinking. "Panzer Tristan...that actress you like? I never understood the appeal of her, let alone movies. I much prefer a good book...but if she's important to you, I'm glad she's fine." Glancing towards the Cafe she reached out with her staff, gently tapping against the window. "If they won't let us in, the least they could do is take an order from you."
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[ManofManyRoles]

Alexander

Hearing the name 'Alexandros' caused his attention to turn to Chrysos, eyes boring into him like a drill. As in the Mafia crime family? He was going to throw this boy out the window, and he'd be lucky if that was the only thing that happened to him. But then again...Jewel would take offense to that. He didn't care really, but that would cause issues for his family...dammit all. "What is an Alexandros doing as a...hero?" The idea was laughable to him, he knew some heroes weren't as good as they painted themselves to be. That was a constant he'd learned long ago, where there were people trying to do 'good', there were some only trying to serve themselves. But a mafia child being a hero? Don't make him laugh, all they were, were serpents and sheep for the slaughter.

He turned his attention to Jewel, giving a small nod. His arms wrapped around Jenny in an embrace, attention darting back to Chrysos. "She's fine, she's fully coherent." He didn't want that thing talking to his daughter, he didn't want it in the room. If jewel wanted to help he'd accept it, but the filth could wait outside. As Jenny started to struggle and fight in his lap, he kept her in his embrace. "Jenny, it's okay, I promise. I'm here, we're helping. Just bear with it." He gently pat her on the back, holding her tight against him. "It'll be okay."
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[Deathkitten]

Sathias and Jupiter and Darren​

Sathias giggled, a strange sound with no flesh. She hefted herself off Natalie, grabbing her hands to pull her up with her, "Sorry! I'm just so excited. I've been really lonely! The last SoV around here aside from me, well their host died in the OA attack and they haven't gotten another one yet, at least not around here that I know of, so I've been alone. I know Agas works alone typically, and most of the time I do too, but it's nice to be able to chat with someone else."

She looked to Jupiter, then Darren, "Gosh you two are just squeaky clean aren't ya? Jupes, you look so weird having just been resurrected. Like too clean. Not lived-in. Heh. And then, you boy, you look lived-in at least, but you're not really the big villain they make Shield out to be, huh? I'm happy to learn that." The skeleton gave him a little pat on the head before she sat down again, "Sorry again. You can ask my sis, I'm excitable. I'll try to behave." As she spoke, her attention drifted to people walking by in the rain with their little umbrellas. Understandably, people-watching was one of her favorite things to do. It was easier to find targets that way!

"Oh, like Sarah mentioned... I've been having some trouble handling a few particular souls... I'm embarrassed to ask for help but... they... mm, they actually managed to hurt me. They hurt Galeforce enough that I ended up the one in charge, and I barely got away. They were way too prepared. They were looking to trap me... stinkin' bullies," she grumbled, hand on her chin as she explained, still looking away. It was embarrassing that she couldn't handle them herself. "They had gross souls, and I could smell angel blood on them. I think they're making weapons out of graces and other stuff. There was at least one demon among them, but the rest were just strong, prepared humans. Sarah says I should ask for your help... even if it hurts my pride a bit."

Jupiter was incredulous at the idea something could hurt them. So was Darren, but he just grumbled into the straw of his drink something about going hunting and being annoyed about it. "They actually managed to hurt you?" Jupiter asked, leaning forward a little, "Like... how bad? It's hard to imagine you didn't just turn them into charcoal."

Sathias pouted and shrugged off her trenchcoat, which summarily disappeared into smoke. On her right shoulder was a thick gash of crackling embers and fire. "Bad enough I'm still healing from it. They got fancy-ass weapons that burn and sear and make it a pain in the ass to heal from. Sarah's been recovering from it too, albeit a bit faster than me. It was intended to hurt heavenly entities, spirits of vengeance apparently included. I'm guessing they're supplied by a big demon lord or maybe even a fallen angel... but I didn't get far enough to find out. This was a few days ago," she explained, meeting Natalie's eyes for a second before looking away again, disappointed in herself.

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[Cam E. Leon]

Chrysos

Chrysos nodded at Jewels orders, he had seen alot of shit that much was true. Even had a few mages in the family. "IF ya both want to know. For 15 years the Alexandros family is transitioning out of crime and going clean. We've started private security while offering Government assistance with capturing and detaining villains. I'm becoming a hero to help our image." He said answering both of their questions as he then turned to Angela. "How are ya feeling, any headaches, nausea? I'm gonna ask you a few questions like Miss jewel told me to. If your okay I'm going to start with a quick cognitive test, Tell me the current date please. Then count backwards from 20. And finally identify three objects in this room." He asked her smiling, this thing was unfortunately taught to every member of the Alexandros family. If a member is wounded are harmed. Another member is suppose to give them a quick cog test to make sure they are mentally okay before continuing the mission. "Ms. Jewel is apparently a crazy good magician so don't worry about it. Besides, with me in the room your chances of this succeeding are like... 50 percent boosted! Lady Fortuna is on my side, half of the time at least. Lucks kinda my superpower." Chrysos was focused on trying to keep her calm. Wasnt the first time chrysos had to do something like this. Such as keeping a woman calm as her husband was being operated on after a firefight that he was part of. Alexandros didnt mind relationships in the family. Still, focus chrysos. keep the girl calm while jewel does the important work.

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[Deathkitten]

Bells​

"I know someone stronger than the eldritch beasts...," she purred, stepping back to allow the doll woman to be between the man and herself, "His name is Chutes. He's a librarian."

She wanted no trouble. "I must admit. I'm not sure what you mean by the grimoires and all that. Do you mean to say you've managed to have more than one?" She asked, then went a little soft as he spoke to the book. Mm... this was an unfortunate situation.

"I'm considered a villain... mostly because Hell has different values than here. This is Earth, 2058, Los Angeles. There are superheroes and supervillains, powered and non-powered. In the general populous, there's a decent percentage, like... I dunno 10%? that has powers of some variety. Usually, they're inherited. Sometimes, divine give them. Sometimes, it's just hard work and dedication. Occasionally, it's an accident. Some people have different ideas and whatnot so they fight. The biggest issue here is this group called the Occard Alliance. Big mysterious fuckers that hate everybody and blew up a big crater in the middle of LA ten years ago."

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[Cam E. Leon]

Sophia and Pydir

Upon james opening the book the immediate noise was loud sobbing and screams of sadness. " 𝕁𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝕄𝔼𝕊 𝔾𝔼𝕋 𝕄𝔼 𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝔾𝔼𝕋 𝕄𝔼 𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝕀 𝔻𝕆ℕ 𝕎𝔸ℕℕ𝔸 𝔹𝔼 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔹𝕆𝕆𝕂 𝔸𝔾𝔸𝕀ℕ 𝕀𝕋𝕊 𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕂 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕀𝕄 𝕀ℕ ℂℍ𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝕀ℕ𝕊 " was the loud noise that assaulted everybody's ears as pydir was stuck inside the book. for her her entire body was wrapped in barbed chains not allowing any movement except her mouth. the entire area around her was just a void. It had been torture to be in here for thousands of years. She never wanted to see it again. Her eyes were darting about void in fear as she kept struggling. only causing the bars to dig further in against her skin. Sophia turned to James "M̷̛̮a̶̟͒̂s̸͚̓t̴͚̎͝ē̶̝͚̕r̵̭̭͊͠,̸̖͆͘ ̴̯̓ị̴͉̇f̷̨̂ ̵̩̓r̸̪̣͛e̴͖̓q̷̢̰͗͂ū̷̙̎i̸̙̟̾r̵̝͊̕ȅ̷̠͙́d̶̲̋ ̸̬͊I̶̹͕̍̀ ̸͈̀ͅs̴͖̉̓ḧ̷̟́̍ä̵̋͜ḷ̸̅͝l̴͙͙͑̑ ̷̢̎g̴̮͑ỏ̶͖͝ ̶̭̞͋͆b̸̬͔͠ã̶̹̱̅c̵̩̒̕k̸̡̘̒͘ ̶̺̯̃ï̵̧͈n̸͎̺̚ ̸͙͝m̸̭͝y̷̜̓͝ ̵͔̈́̈b̶̞̦͛͝ö̵̟͍́͝ó̴̼k̶̯̟̀̾ ̴̞͆t̸̰̍͐͜ỏ̷̹ ̶̭̤͛å̷͚̙l̴̮̇͝ḻ̴̡͒͛ơ̸̤̊w̴͎̉̽ ̷̪̱͆t̶̛̟͔ẖ̶̥͊e̶̞͂̕ ̴̧̹̐s̵̤̻̀ų̵͌m̶̥̒m̴͎̈́̈́o̸̘̯͘n̴̬̤̈́í̷̹͇n̶̰̟̉͂ǵ̴ͅ ̶̳̔õ̵̫ḟ̸̬́ ̸̬͖̈́P̶̝̤͗y̶̡̐͜d̷̦̝̊ĩ̷̩̚r̵͜͝.̸͔̈́ͅ ̵̗̜̉I̸̩̫͘͝t̴̨̄̽ ̵͎͑̄c̴̱̝̚ȃ̷̟̟͠ṵ̵̲̓s̸͇̍ȇ̶̤ś̴̩ ̸͚̏̇m̶͍̥͒y̴̧̪̋̇ ̶̖͠m̸̨͑̀ͅi̵̞͔͐n̴͈͑̈́ͅd̷̗̳͑̉ ̴̥̽s̵̰̍ț̵̭̿r̴̽͜ḁ̶͔͠n̴̰̍ͅĝ̶͓̓ě̸̪ ̵̟̐̀f̷̦̟͌͝ḛ̵̈e̸̘̭̍l̸̝̦͛ĩ̷͕̓n̶̨͍̅̆g̴̭̓̋s̵̰̤̒ ̶͚̙̐ǎ̵̩̈n̸̖͆d̶͙̔͌ ̴̟̋͝u̸̦̎n̵̗̑c̵̲̍o̶͈̞̐m̷͙̣̈́f̴̯̀ȯ̵̯̾r̵͚̉̋ͅț̶͇͆ ̷̞̉̊t̸̠̫̅̕ọ̸̢̐͑ ̷̮̗̓ȟ̶͙̑ẹ̸̿͌a̷̝̚ͅr̸͍͐͗͜ ̵̗̄͝h̵̠͇̑͌ẽ̵͙r̴̘̠̐ ̴̳͒ṣ̸̀o̴͈̭͊b̸̥̫̈́b̵͈̈ï̷̳͔n̵̬̓͜g̸͚̐ ̵͍̈́a̵̘̅n̸͈̍d̶̙̔͆.̴̞̄.̶͉̏.̴̥͑.̵̤̑́ ̸̳̟́̒ẇ̵̝ḧ̵̭̙́̀á̵̼̮ţ̸̤̄̊ ̷͍̊͘d̶̠͍̀̇ǒ̵̙̐ ̴̞̯̾̈́t̷̘͎̊̉h̶̨̆͒e̴̳͌̈́y̵̢̦͗̍ ̶̰͆̚c̷̼̭͗͠ã̶͕̌ļ̸͖̈́͗l̴̜̤̉͛ ̸̢̫̀̔ȋ̷̤t̷̠̃͜.̵̟͑.̴͓͕͝͠.̸̝̜͑ ̵̱̞̓͝ṡ̷̱͓a̶̜̜͂̚d̸̖̬̏?̶͖̀̒ͅ " She offered as she looked up and clapped her hands. The clouds above them moving away to offer a circle of sunlight around the three.

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Jewel, Angela, and Jenny​

Angela was fine, able to answer the questions fine, calm down fine, everything was fine. I mean, everything was so NOT fine, but that wasn't a problem for these two heroes. The boy made her a little uncomfortable, knowing he was from a mafia family like that... but... She sighed. It wasn't fair to treat him poorly based on his family. If they were getting out of the business, then the best thing to do would be to support it. "Luck's your power?" she repeated, "That's pretty cool. Can you control it, or is it just kinda a passive thing? And how did you even find out about something like that? It sounds so obtuse."

Jewel let go of a huff of breath as she finished her magic. It was a quick solution, but who knew what physical effects would linger. Luckily, the woman looked fine physically. Jewel flopped back, only to have her grimoire zip around and catch her as a makeshift seat. That was tiring. Maybe she needed to put a bit more effort into practicing that type of magic. Heroes could use stuff like that to help people. Fay would be positively proud of her if he saw her bein' so good. Heh. She grinned and motioned to Shade, "That should be it. It's a lot to take in, so it might take a couple of hours to really settle and not be overwhelming... but she should be alright now. Like I said, I recommend looking into a specialty clinic, but that's up to you guys."

Jenny was shaking, trying to calm her breathing down as the spell came to an end. Jewel was right, it was overwhelming, but she could actually think again. She squinted a little at the light, raising her head to look at her husband, her eyes still tearing up. She gave him a sweet smile a soft chuckle rising from her throat, "Hey handsome... would you like to dance with me?"

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[ManofManyRoles]

Natalie Brenton

Taking the skeletal hand offered to her she hoisted herself up, dusting herself off. "You're fine, certainly a much cheerier individual than Agas. Surprised to hear there's a SoV around here, let alone there being two. I'm guessing the attack hit them while they weren't working? That'd be the easiest way to kill a host. From my understanding, as much as a bitch she is, Agas isn't above cooperation if she thinks it'll get work done." She glanced at Jupiter and Darren, chuckling a bit when she brought up Darren. "He's a puppy. Not sure why people paint him out to be so bad." She reached out, gently ruffling the young man's hair. Sliding back down into her seat she listened to Sathias, raising an eyebrow.

"Able to do some actual damage, huh? That not routine for you guys? I figured we all get a good stabbing and beating every so often...am I the only one?" With how much she traveled and with how often she got into fights with groups and unspeakable horrors, it was pretty routine to get a good wound every so often, provided the enemy knew what they were doing or they were prepared. Ah well, it always worked out. Agas, much to her displeasure, was enraged to learn that Sathias had been wounded. To the point she was repeatedly choke-slamming Nat's mental self. She could bitch all she wanted, the meet and greet wasn't happening. "Is it bad this isn't my first time with this sort of situation? I can help out, I suppose." She glanced at Darren, offering an apologetic smile. "No people herding...you might actually wind up living to your namesake. Feeling like tanking some attacks? I'm sure Jupiter could give you like a gun or something. I got an order placed with Norman Industries for some equipment for you, it should be at the hotel room in a week or so, maybe more? For the weapons and equipment at least. There's a suit being made for you for some reason, but it'll take another week, at least."

She glanced at Jupiter, shrugging. "We're not fully invincible. The only thing that can really hurt us is Divine weapons. As in big G. Or specialized demon equipment, every so often." Her attention moved to Sathias, examining the gash. "Naaaah, that isn't too bad. I'll help you out. Worst case scenario happens, I need you three to promise me something. Darren already knows the deal, and Sathias probably knows just on instinct. If SoulFlare gets beat up enough that Agas takes control, I want you to clear the area. And I mean really clear it. I'll eventually snag control back if it kills me, but until then...Eh, Atlantis. Lyth. Hannal. Gessk. Isle of Petrovich. You know how it'll go."

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[ManofManyRoles]

James

He cast a glance towards Bells, raising an eyebrow. "...Sure then. Though if they're stronger than eldritch deities, I get the feeling they wouldn't be willing to help anyways. Something something gods are a pain in the ass." He grumbled for a moment before nodding. "Yes, more than one. Five, to be exact. Practically family at this point...even if they're all a pain in the ass most of the time."

His attention turned to Pydir's grimoire, wincing a bit. "Pydir, I'm really sorry, I am! Please, try to calm down. I'm going to get you out for some air, just relax. I'm sorry, I'll get these bindings off again as soon as I can, please don't cry." Glancing at Sophia he gave a nod, glancing at the circle of sunlight. "I'd appreciate it, Sophia." As Sophia disappeared back to her tome he turned his attention to bells, heaving a sigh. Great, first impressions on a comic book world and he was next to a villain. This couldn't possibly backfire on him. "Got it. I'm stuck in a comic book, good to know. Guess I got sucked here to deal with the Occard Alliance bullshit from the sound of it...one second." Turning his attention to the grimoire he held a hand over it. Think, do what came naturally. How had he always done it... "Invocation: Bane of Elder Dragons." There wasn't the usually uncomfortable feeling of his mana being drained...but there was the feeling of thorns and pins, like he was being hugged by her all of a sudden...goddammit, new rules.
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