Eris Vayne

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((triggers: Alcohol))

It had been a while since Stephen had drunk alcohol at all. He preferred tea, alcohol being one of his least favourite pass times, actually. It had been even longer since he went out to a bar. A public bar. Yet here he was, the great Sorcerer Supreme, wearing a seemingly fancy black suit with the tie untied around his neck.

He stood out mostly in this run-down rinky dink bar in the back streets of NYC, but he obviously didn't care. He was downing cups of scotch slowly but consistently. Staring at the brown liquid as it swirled every once in a while.

Stephen was meant to go to a big medical conference at some fancy house for the evening - hence the suit - but he had decided against going. That morning, Lyra and him had spoken. He.. he admitted he had feelings. And she said she loved him.

It was all still a shock, but he wanted to keep a routine, so he thought he'd still go to this conference. On the way there. His thoughts spiralled. He couldn't do this. He was way overwhelmed right now.

So, before he could think about it, he was downing glasses and glasses of scotch in this bar until the deep hours of the night. He hadn't been this drunk in a long time.

"It's.. both. And.. neither."

He took a deep breath.

"It's complicated."

She glances at the long tab Stephen had run alone. That could not be good for anyone.

"You've been here a while" she comments, she decides to order a plate of fries for him, "come on. Get something to eat, it'll help the hang over you're sure to have tomorrow" she slides him the plate.

"technically not the sorcerer supreme anymore. I just.. protect the universe. And cast all the spells. And do all the sorcery stuff... Wong has the title. Stupid shit won't admit I'm just the Supreme at this point-"

((triggers: Alcohol))

It had been a while since Stephen had drunk alcohol at all. He preferred tea, alcohol being one of his least favourite pass times, actually. It had been even longer since he went out to a bar. A public bar. Yet here he was, the great Sorcerer Supreme, wearing a seemingly fancy black suit with the tie untied around his neck.

He stood out mostly in this run-down rinky dink bar in the back streets of NYC, but he obviously didn't care. He was downing cups of scotch slowly but consistently. Staring at the brown liquid as it swirled every once in a while.

Stephen was meant to go to a big medical conference at some fancy house for the evening - hence the suit - but he had decided against going. That morning, Lyra and him had spoken. He.. he admitted he had feelings. And she said she loved him.

It was all still a shock, but he wanted to keep a routine, so he thought he'd still go to this conference. On the way there. His thoughts spiralled. He couldn't do this. He was way overwhelmed right now.

So, before he could think about it, he was downing glasses and glasses of scotch in this bar until the deep hours of the night. He hadn't been this drunk in a long time.

"It's.. both. And.. neither."

He took a deep breath.

"It's complicated."

She glances at the long tab Stephen had run alone. That could not be good for anyone.

"You've been here a while" she comments, she decides to order a plate of fries for him, "come on. Get something to eat, it'll help the hang over you're sure to have tomorrow" she slides him the plate.

((triggers: Alcohol))

It had been a while since Stephen had drunk alcohol at all. He preferred tea, alcohol being one of his least favourite pass times, actually. It had been even longer since he went out to a bar. A public bar. Yet here he was, the great Sorcerer Supreme, wearing a seemingly fancy black suit with the tie untied around his neck.

He stood out mostly in this run-down rinky dink bar in the back streets of NYC, but he obviously didn't care. He was downing cups of scotch slowly but consistently. Staring at the brown liquid as it swirled every once in a while.

Stephen was meant to go to a big medical conference at some fancy house for the evening - hence the suit - but he had decided against going. That morning, Lyra and him had spoken. He.. he admitted he had feelings. And she said she loved him.

It was all still a shock, but he wanted to keep a routine, so he thought he'd still go to this conference. On the way there. His thoughts spiralled. He couldn't do this. He was way overwhelmed right now.

So, before he could think about it, he was downing glasses and glasses of scotch in this bar until the deep hours of the night. He hadn't been this drunk in a long time.

"It's.. both. And.. neither."

He took a deep breath.

"It's complicated."

She glances at the long tab Stephen had run alone. That could not be good for anyone.

"You've been here a while" she comments, she decides to order a plate of fries for him, "come on. Get something to eat, it'll help the hang over you're sure to have tomorrow" she slides him the plate.

((triggers: Alcohol))

It had been a while since Stephen had drunk alcohol at all. He preferred tea, alcohol being one of his least favourite pass times, actually. It had been even longer since he went out to a bar. A public bar. Yet here he was, the great Sorcerer Supreme, wearing a seemingly fancy black suit with the tie untied around his neck.

He stood out mostly in this run-down rinky dink bar in the back streets of NYC, but he obviously didn't care. He was downing cups of scotch slowly but consistently. Staring at the brown liquid as it swirled every once in a while.

Stephen was meant to go to a big medical conference at some fancy house for the evening - hence the suit - but he had decided against going. That morning, Lyra and him had spoken. He.. he admitted he had feelings. And she said she loved him.

It was all still a shock, but he wanted to keep a routine, so he thought he'd still go to this conference. On the way there. His thoughts spiralled. He couldn't do this. He was way overwhelmed right now.

So, before he could think about it, he was downing glasses and glasses of scotch in this bar until the deep hours of the night. He hadn't been this drunk in a long time.

The bodies of Hydra agents litter the courtyard and the smell of burning flesh fills the air overshadowing the bitter scent of chemicals. Dark smoke curls into the sky, a warning to humanity: what happens when man is pushed to the breaking point.

Now there stands one last enemy to face. He who watches with eyes filled with such burning hatred as would have spoiled milk and turned many a weaker foe to stone. Reaching over his shoulder, he draws a blade of blood from his back and raises it.

"How annoying," he huffs with a bitter curl of his lips. "I was hoping you could be fixed."

Hydra was such a distant past. So much so that she didn't even remember it. Not until her magic has thrown her here. In the middle of a courtyard filled with bodies.

She didn't deal with Hydra. She knew there were people they hurt that hunted Hydra down like it was their personal mission. But for her she thought about this hell hole even less than she thought about the expiration date on her salt. Which was just about never apparently.

So being thrown through dimensions and landing here has to be some sick kind of joke the universe had decided to play on her.

[ALL INTERACT]

Its been a while since he actually took some time for himself. Even though he has no friends so most time is reserved for himself. However, solo trips are fun. That has dropped business for him however.

Cyro, being the smart man he is worked out gis printer and some website on the Internet and created flyers. The design featured a tan, paper-like background with a PNG of his horse pasted on the sheet, in front of his stable. It was simple, sure. But in this down, thats the best.

He shoves around 50 papers in his bag and a book. By the time hes on his girl, he's already pulled out his novel. Brandy knew where he wanted to go by single words. He directed her to 'town' and she went on her way, enjoying the smells of nature along the way, despite it slowing them down.

They were about 15 minutes into their stroll, which turned into a gallop, was stopped on its hind legs. Cyro rolls off into the crunchy mud as Brandy gaurds him and eyes the figure that stopped them.

She doesn't look like she's around here, far from it. Her clothes at first glance seemed too elegant for a place like this, if it wasn't for the wrinkles present and her messy hair

"Wasn't expecting a place like this but anything is better than that hell hole" she muttered to herself, dusting her hand over her clothes as they magically straighten and cleans with a swipe of her hand.

"And I don't know where I am. Despite living on Earth almost my entire life I haven't travelled much here" she crosses her eyes, "where am I?"

"Your property?" She looks around, "huh, lucky me" she said, sarcastically.

"It's not uncommon but I usually end up back at my apartment. And right now I'm too tired to try to get back" as she says that the exhaustion sets in and the adrenaline wears off.

Did they hit her with something? Or did the escape used too much for her energy.

"Calling me an anomaly like they aren't feebleminded self-righteous creatures who can't let me simply exist" she grumbled, tiredly, leaning on the horse sleepily.

She gives a twist of her wrist and a small vial appears in her hand, she quickly takes it all, making a disgusted face at the taste.

At least now any poison or curse in her system would be clensed

Mortals and magic don't mix that well. She's too tired to bother with that though.

"Guess I just have something new to figure out once I get back. Mutant genes huh?" She thinks about it.

This was starting to actually look to be not so bad. Sure she was more or less stranded here until he fully regained her abilities as the drug wore off but even so.

Eris Vayne had a knack for knowledge. Anything she didn't yet know what just something she'll end up hours or days figuring out.

Cyro bows his head, staring at his boots. He chugs back the rest of the whiskey.

She lets her thoughts wander for a bit before turning to Cyro with a new found interest, "you mentioned you have animals right? Could I see them?" She asked excitedly.

She hardly got excited about things anymore. With magic and other realms, infinite time to learn anything, most simply grew number to any excitement.

But Eris still had a few things that she couldn't help but thrilled over. She loved to learn, knowledge no matter what kind and she loved animals.

No matter the kind or realm.

"And you're whiskey I presume" she says flying over and petting him too, "handsome as expected of course. I almost want to take you with me" she says.

She spent most of the day with them, until she felt that she finally had more than enough energy back to magic her way back home.

She petted one of the cows, "I'm sorry but I have to leave now, baby" she cooed, before stepping away.

She turns to Cyro, "thanks by the way. I was mostly expecting to walk my way back home when I stumbled here"

"I'll have you know, that while my magic allows me to age amazingly in all technicality I've been alive...." She pauses, counting on her fingers with a few mumbles.

"35! ...or 42. Somewhere around there I don't keep track. Time is weird in other realms" she shrugs.

[ALL INTERACT]

Its been a while since he actually took some time for himself. Even though he has no friends so most time is reserved for himself. However, solo trips are fun. That has dropped business for him however.

Cyro, being the smart man he is worked out gis printer and some website on the Internet and created flyers. The design featured a tan, paper-like background with a PNG of his horse pasted on the sheet, in front of his stable. It was simple, sure. But in this down, thats the best.

He shoves around 50 papers in his bag and a book. By the time hes on his girl, he's already pulled out his novel. Brandy knew where he wanted to go by single words. He directed her to 'town' and she went on her way, enjoying the smells of nature along the way, despite it slowing them down.

They were about 15 minutes into their stroll, which turned into a gallop, was stopped on its hind legs. Cyro rolls off into the crunchy mud as Brandy gaurds him and eyes the figure that stopped them.

She doesn't look like she's around here, far from it. Her clothes at first glance seemed too elegant for a place like this, if it wasn't for the wrinkles present and her messy hair

"Wasn't expecting a place like this but anything is better than that hell hole" she muttered to herself, dusting her hand over her clothes as they magically straighten and cleans with a swipe of her hand.

"And I don't know where I am. Despite living on Earth almost my entire life I haven't travelled much here" she crosses her eyes, "where am I?"

"Your property?" She looks around, "huh, lucky me" she said, sarcastically.

"It's not uncommon but I usually end up back at my apartment. And right now I'm too tired to try to get back" as she says that the exhaustion sets in and the adrenaline wears off.

Did they hit her with something? Or did the escape used too much for her energy.

"Calling me an anomaly like they aren't feebleminded self-righteous creatures who can't let me simply exist" she grumbled, tiredly, leaning on the horse sleepily.

She gives a twist of her wrist and a small vial appears in her hand, she quickly takes it all, making a disgusted face at the taste.

At least now any poison or curse in her system would be clensed

Mortals and magic don't mix that well. She's too tired to bother with that though.

"Guess I just have something new to figure out once I get back. Mutant genes huh?" She thinks about it.

This was starting to actually look to be not so bad. Sure she was more or less stranded here until he fully regained her abilities as the drug wore off but even so.

Eris Vayne had a knack for knowledge. Anything she didn't yet know what just something she'll end up hours or days figuring out.

Cyro bows his head, staring at his boots. He chugs back the rest of the whiskey.

She lets her thoughts wander for a bit before turning to Cyro with a new found interest, "you mentioned you have animals right? Could I see them?" She asked excitedly.

She hardly got excited about things anymore. With magic and other realms, infinite time to learn anything, most simply grew number to any excitement.

But Eris still had a few things that she couldn't help but thrilled over. She loved to learn, knowledge no matter what kind and she loved animals.

No matter the kind or realm.

"And you're whiskey I presume" she says flying over and petting him too, "handsome as expected of course. I almost want to take you with me" she says.

She spent most of the day with them, until she felt that she finally had more than enough energy back to magic her way back home.

She petted one of the cows, "I'm sorry but I have to leave now, baby" she cooed, before stepping away.

She turns to Cyro, "thanks by the way. I was mostly expecting to walk my way back home when I stumbled here"

"I'll have you know, that while my magic allows me to age amazingly in all technicality I've been alive...." She pauses, counting on her fingers with a few mumbles.

"35! ...or 42. Somewhere around there I don't keep track. Time is weird in other realms" she shrugs.

[ALL INTERACT]

Its been a while since he actually took some time for himself. Even though he has no friends so most time is reserved for himself. However, solo trips are fun. That has dropped business for him however.

Cyro, being the smart man he is worked out gis printer and some website on the Internet and created flyers. The design featured a tan, paper-like background with a PNG of his horse pasted on the sheet, in front of his stable. It was simple, sure. But in this down, thats the best.

He shoves around 50 papers in his bag and a book. By the time hes on his girl, he's already pulled out his novel. Brandy knew where he wanted to go by single words. He directed her to 'town' and she went on her way, enjoying the smells of nature along the way, despite it slowing them down.

They were about 15 minutes into their stroll, which turned into a gallop, was stopped on its hind legs. Cyro rolls off into the crunchy mud as Brandy gaurds him and eyes the figure that stopped them.

She doesn't look like she's around here, far from it. Her clothes at first glance seemed too elegant for a place like this, if it wasn't for the wrinkles present and her messy hair

"Wasn't expecting a place like this but anything is better than that hell hole" she muttered to herself, dusting her hand over her clothes as they magically straighten and cleans with a swipe of her hand.

"And I don't know where I am. Despite living on Earth almost my entire life I haven't travelled much here" she crosses her eyes, "where am I?"

"Your property?" She looks around, "huh, lucky me" she said, sarcastically.

"It's not uncommon but I usually end up back at my apartment. And right now I'm too tired to try to get back" as she says that the exhaustion sets in and the adrenaline wears off.

Did they hit her with something? Or did the escape used too much for her energy.

"Calling me an anomaly like they aren't feebleminded self-righteous creatures who can't let me simply exist" she grumbled, tiredly, leaning on the horse sleepily.

She gives a twist of her wrist and a small vial appears in her hand, she quickly takes it all, making a disgusted face at the taste.

At least now any poison or curse in her system would be clensed

Mortals and magic don't mix that well. She's too tired to bother with that though.

"Guess I just have something new to figure out once I get back. Mutant genes huh?" She thinks about it.

This was starting to actually look to be not so bad. Sure she was more or less stranded here until he fully regained her abilities as the drug wore off but even so.

Eris Vayne had a knack for knowledge. Anything she didn't yet know what just something she'll end up hours or days figuring out.

Cyro bows his head, staring at his boots. He chugs back the rest of the whiskey.

She lets her thoughts wander for a bit before turning to Cyro with a new found interest, "you mentioned you have animals right? Could I see them?" She asked excitedly.

She hardly got excited about things anymore. With magic and other realms, infinite time to learn anything, most simply grew number to any excitement.

But Eris still had a few things that she couldn't help but thrilled over. She loved to learn, knowledge no matter what kind and she loved animals.

No matter the kind or realm.

"And you're whiskey I presume" she says flying over and petting him too, "handsome as expected of course. I almost want to take you with me" she says.

She spent most of the day with them, until she felt that she finally had more than enough energy back to magic her way back home.

She petted one of the cows, "I'm sorry but I have to leave now, baby" she cooed, before stepping away.

She turns to Cyro, "thanks by the way. I was mostly expecting to walk my way back home when I stumbled here"

"I'll have you know, that while my magic allows me to age amazingly in all technicality I've been alive...." She pauses, counting on her fingers with a few mumbles.

"35! ...or 42. Somewhere around there I don't keep track. Time is weird in other realms" she shrugs.

(Anyone can interact!! PLEASE DO SO!!ESPECIALLY IF WE HAVENT BEFORE!!)

Jamie wasn’t allowed out of the facility. Unless he was completing a mission, gathering intel or just scouring the city undercover. He ended up on a rooftop sitting on the edge with his legs swinging. He feels the presence of someone behind him and quickly stands and positions himself so he’s ready to fight if it comes down to it. He’s trying to be threatening but failing “who the hell are you?”

// first open starter on this account!! This is Emilia Kane’s brother so I’ll tag the people i interact with from Emilia’s account <3 and of course no pressure to respond and sorry for the tag spam

[ALL INTERACT]

Its been a while since he actually took some time for himself. Even though he has no friends so most time is reserved for himself. However, solo trips are fun. That has dropped business for him however.

Cyro, being the smart man he is worked out gis printer and some website on the Internet and created flyers. The design featured a tan, paper-like background with a PNG of his horse pasted on the sheet, in front of his stable. It was simple, sure. But in this down, thats the best.

He shoves around 50 papers in his bag and a book. By the time hes on his girl, he's already pulled out his novel. Brandy knew where he wanted to go by single words. He directed her to 'town' and she went on her way, enjoying the smells of nature along the way, despite it slowing them down.

They were about 15 minutes into their stroll, which turned into a gallop, was stopped on its hind legs. Cyro rolls off into the crunchy mud as Brandy gaurds him and eyes the figure that stopped them.

She doesn't look like she's around here, far from it. Her clothes at first glance seemed too elegant for a place like this, if it wasn't for the wrinkles present and her messy hair

"Wasn't expecting a place like this but anything is better than that hell hole" she muttered to herself, dusting her hand over her clothes as they magically straighten and cleans with a swipe of her hand.

"And I don't know where I am. Despite living on Earth almost my entire life I haven't travelled much here" she crosses her eyes, "where am I?"

"Your property?" She looks around, "huh, lucky me" she said, sarcastically.

"It's not uncommon but I usually end up back at my apartment. And right now I'm too tired to try to get back" as she says that the exhaustion sets in and the adrenaline wears off.

Did they hit her with something? Or did the escape used too much for her energy.

"Calling me an anomaly like they aren't feebleminded self-righteous creatures who can't let me simply exist" she grumbled, tiredly, leaning on the horse sleepily.

She gives a twist of her wrist and a small vial appears in her hand, she quickly takes it all, making a disgusted face at the taste.

At least now any poison or curse in her system would be clensed

Mortals and magic don't mix that well. She's too tired to bother with that though.

"Guess I just have something new to figure out once I get back. Mutant genes huh?" She thinks about it.

This was starting to actually look to be not so bad. Sure she was more or less stranded here until he fully regained her abilities as the drug wore off but even so.

Eris Vayne had a knack for knowledge. Anything she didn't yet know what just something she'll end up hours or days figuring out.

Cyro bows his head, staring at his boots. He chugs back the rest of the whiskey.

She lets her thoughts wander for a bit before turning to Cyro with a new found interest, "you mentioned you have animals right? Could I see them?" She asked excitedly.

She hardly got excited about things anymore. With magic and other realms, infinite time to learn anything, most simply grew number to any excitement.

But Eris still had a few things that she couldn't help but thrilled over. She loved to learn, knowledge no matter what kind and she loved animals.

No matter the kind or realm.

"And you're whiskey I presume" she says flying over and petting him too, "handsome as expected of course. I almost want to take you with me" she says.

She spent most of the day with them, until she felt that she finally had more than enough energy back to magic her way back home.

She petted one of the cows, "I'm sorry but I have to leave now, baby" she cooed, before stepping away.

She turns to Cyro, "thanks by the way. I was mostly expecting to walk my way back home when I stumbled here"

"I'll have you know, that while my magic allows me to age amazingly in all technicality I've been alive...." She pauses, counting on her fingers with a few mumbles.

"35! ...or 42. Somewhere around there I don't keep track. Time is weird in other realms" she shrugs.

(Another Xavier rp,[Carlos' nephew] set sometime after Hydra falls)

Xavier sits quietly in a rundown hotel room, it's where he's been spending most of his time recently, since Hydra fell. He's not sure what he is anymore... He's been an asset his whole life, never thought of himself as anything more.

She wasn't planning on doing anything today. But she had just been going through the shadow realm, it was a faster travel without traffic. When she felt it. Someone was watching.

She got out as fast as she could, before she could be locked inside. Now that would have been bad.

But in her hurried escape she ended up far from her place. Outside in the hallway of this rundown hotel.

Not the worst place to end up. But she still felt far from safe. If she had eyes on her she couldn't be alone for long so she knocked on the first door she saw.

[ALL INTERACT]