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iterumrp2023-07-01 12:31 am
iterumadmin) wrote in iterumrp2023-07-01 12:31 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- * magistrate: anakin skywalker,
- aiden knight,
- andrew jaeger,
- bardock,
- caleb widowgast,
- clint barton,
- damien brenks,
- devi d,
- erik lehnsherr,
- harley quinn,
- kate cordello,
- kosem sultan,
- leon kennedy,
- lorna dane,
- michael morbius,
- peter maximoff,
- regulus black,
- samantha moon,
- sara lance,
- sirius black
Arrival Mingle
Who: Everyone.
What: The Chosen return or arrival in the City.
When: July 1st.
Where: The Districts of the City.
Anything Else? Feel free to make your own arrivals, or throw an arrival starter here! The party is open to all. As a reminder, language barriers are not an issue in the Tower.
The City hadn't changed at all in its time without the chosen. If anything, The City seemed a little dusty. The Chosen would find themselves waking in their assigned homes. Even if they were returning and had other homes. They would wake in their chosen home. For the most part, anyway, a few chosen had special ways of arriving.
The assigned housing varied depending on the district they were assigned according to their sin. However, everyone had a box, a welcome package awaiting them upon waking. Inside the box was an extra invitation inviting them to the tower if they so decided to come visit upon arrival.
The city was once again bustling with life. Cars, demons, and the people of the City moving as if time had never stopped. Business as usual for the returning Chosen.
The Tower
While it was not Aiden's district, he had talked the Duchess into opening up the ballroom, and Skiffell to provide food, that just didn't seem to end. The grand ballroom was filled with many delectable dishes, and a small band of demons playing big band music in the corner.
The doors were propped open with the music drifting out to help lull the chosen who decided to attend. A handwritten poster board outside the open doors displaying 'Welcome Chosen!' with about 10 smiley faces drawn on it. While normally parties at the tower demanded fancy dress, Aiden throwing a party meant that rule would not be abided. He didn't dig out the fancy threads for anyone. This was a different kind of party, put together by the lord of Leisurebrook.
While Aiden didn't plan to reveal himself as a magistrate, he did love to mingle with people and hear their stories. So he was there. He was napping at a round table off in a corner, his messy brown hair spilled over his crossed arms as he napped as if he didn't have a care in the world.
What: The Chosen return or arrival in the City.
When: July 1st.
Where: The Districts of the City.
Anything Else? Feel free to make your own arrivals, or throw an arrival starter here! The party is open to all. As a reminder, language barriers are not an issue in the Tower.
The City hadn't changed at all in its time without the chosen. If anything, The City seemed a little dusty. The Chosen would find themselves waking in their assigned homes. Even if they were returning and had other homes. They would wake in their chosen home. For the most part, anyway, a few chosen had special ways of arriving.
The assigned housing varied depending on the district they were assigned according to their sin. However, everyone had a box, a welcome package awaiting them upon waking. Inside the box was an extra invitation inviting them to the tower if they so decided to come visit upon arrival.
The city was once again bustling with life. Cars, demons, and the people of the City moving as if time had never stopped. Business as usual for the returning Chosen.
The Tower
While it was not Aiden's district, he had talked the Duchess into opening up the ballroom, and Skiffell to provide food, that just didn't seem to end. The grand ballroom was filled with many delectable dishes, and a small band of demons playing big band music in the corner.
The doors were propped open with the music drifting out to help lull the chosen who decided to attend. A handwritten poster board outside the open doors displaying 'Welcome Chosen!' with about 10 smiley faces drawn on it. While normally parties at the tower demanded fancy dress, Aiden throwing a party meant that rule would not be abided. He didn't dig out the fancy threads for anyone. This was a different kind of party, put together by the lord of Leisurebrook.
While Aiden didn't plan to reveal himself as a magistrate, he did love to mingle with people and hear their stories. So he was there. He was napping at a round table off in a corner, his messy brown hair spilled over his crossed arms as he napped as if he didn't have a care in the world.
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Maybe stop thinking about how to fight someone you've just met, bud.]
I got a power. A lotta people call it walking. [Oh, someone thinks he's funny.] I've got the wild ability to lift my knees, something I'm thankful for every day. [Because, hey, not everyone can! And he frankly should be long dead or so battered as to be unable to himself! Maybe his power is the universe seems to not want him to die. But, even if he did have any kind of power, he'd be uninterested in giving away a potential advantage just like that.
Improbably high accuracy does not count as a power.]
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You would think that would mean people back on my earth would rather piss off the Avengers than the X-Men, but nooo. Go pick a fight with the mutants every time. Sure. Great. Cool.
[ she doesn't even know he's some earth's Avenger; to be fair, even if she did, she would still semi-roast the Avengers. Not as much as Emma Frost, but whatever. ]
Is that what legs are for? Damn, I never knew. [ She's playful teasing now. ] Impressive f-e-a-t, or -f-e-e-t you have there.
[ ba dum tsh. ]
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[Be cool. He doesn't know what the X-Men are.
But now that we are Legally Allowed To Say Mutants...!So maybe things are...different? Where she's from? When she's from? Better to get a feel for what they are as she sees them.]Ugh, let's not talk about impressive feet; some weirdo from the internet might overhear.
[don't act like wikifeet for superheroes wouldn't exist]
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[ She's just saying, even witnessing from the sidelines, the Avengers civil war 2 was wild. ]
But yeah, the internet is why I do not envy the technopaths.
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Sorry, what, the--archer, the archer guy killed Hulk? [He keeps himself from using Bruce's real name. He's aware of the various levels of popularity and information saturation back home, that most people are going to recognize the jolly green giant more than humble Bruce Banner. (And figures it's just sense to not bother with naming ~the archer~, okay...)] That's...impressive that there's anti-Hulk tech out there somewhere. Or he's just weak to arrows.
They do a lot of infighting, compared to you guys? [whoever the hell you guys are nbd]
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Yeahhh. Trust me, no one had it on their bingo cards either.
[ She laughs - a lot - at the last question. ]
Infighting is a requirement if you're on a superhero team type thing. We all keep the courtrooms and news stations busy as fuck, that's for sure. Oh, and insurance agencies.