#open mcu rp

[toksikk]

Muse: Lorna Dane (The Gifted/Xmen. Bisexual. Mutant.)

Open to: M/F

"Is that the best excuse you have or?" Lorna's tone was flat as her brow raised, clearly not believing what she was hearing.

[setitallaflame]

Click on the heart for a starter from Reagan.

[birdonawiresara]

Click on the heart for a starter from Sara Lance.

[stolenparticles]

i'm through APOLOGIZING for who and what i am !

[sxperbcy]

open to anyone

Michael never thought he’d find himself in a situation where he was lost in another earth. He had some knowledge about other Earths but it seemed more like something that would happen to his father than to himself, so he wasn't prepared to deal with the situation. This was very evident in his entire body language and the expression on his face. He was sure that was what attracted the person's attention.

"I’m fine. Just a little lost. I’m new in town.” He lied, because he wouldn't know how to explain his real situation to anyone.

[sxrgeantbarnes]

open starter //

He was going to ignore it, he's good at ignoring things if it'll save him the trouble of conversation he just didn't want to have. He could stare straight ahead and pretend he didn't hear a thing, easy as anything. It was only when he realized he was focusing more on the voice than the rest of his surroundings that he turned his head, “People don’t normally talk this much when they’re trying to spy on someone.”

[dairdvil]

✟𝙸'𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸'𝚅𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴, 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁. 𝙸'𝙼 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂, 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸'𝙼 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾.✟

[starkhe1r]

— not your average heiress.

[katiebarton]

Open

“whose blood is that?”

[walkitcff]

"Well, I didn't really think this far ahead if I'm being honest."

[toksikk]

Muse: Lorna Dane (30. Mutant. Bisexual)

Open to: M/F

connections: any! Open to multi fandom as well :))

"Do you have any idea what time it is?"

[setitallaflame]

Click on the heart for a starter from Lucan.

[birdonawiresara]

Click on the heart for a starter from Sara Lance.

[velvetnviolentviolets]

She was dead-

Or at the least she must have been. Everything was still a blurry haze and the last thing she could recall was her brothers voice asking when she could be released from the hospital. His voice had been hopeful, cheerful even. She thought that maybe she’d actually get to see the other side of Thirty Three. Did this mean she’d died in recovery? Was this limbo? Hell maybe? If this had been some segment of the afterlife crafted to serve as one giant DMV-  If this was the universes idea of torture it was hilariously apt.

As she was pushed along the long Manila halls Kat could account for only three things for sure.

One: She was in cuffs. Not an accessory she was a stranger to especially in the bedroom . Maybe that had been what put her here. One to many sins and not enough Hail Marys.

Two: She was sill in her hospital gown. Was she stuck in this for the rest of eternity? Forced to walk the halls of this oversized office space with her ass on display? Very cheeky, universe.

Three: She really needed a cigarette.

She had put up little struggle as she was guided through check point after check point. Her ‘clothes’ taken from her and replaced with an itchy jump suit, Her every word documented in several piling stacks of fax paper, and her status as an organic being confirmed.

It wasn’t until Kathrine was marched into what looked to be a court room that her head became her own. Cool violet eyes flicked across the pew like rows of seats that sat empty around her, a woman’s voice announcing her arrival.

“ Squieri- Variant 42709 AKA Kathrine Squieri Is charged with sequence violation 72089. How do you plead?”

“The Fifth.” Kathrine replied wryly a hand moving to scratch absentmindedly at the still healing surgery scar down the center of her chest. Kat couldn’t help her attention drifting to the spot. It still felt like she was in her physical form, the line of ugly black sutures still yellow with iodine stains. She — wasn’t dead? Then where was she? Captured? But by who? And where?

“Excuse me?” The woman asked her expression impatient.

“The Fifth - the constitutional right to shut the fuck up till I get a lawyer who knows what any of you are saying.

“This is the court of time -Nobody is here to represent you other than yourself. Now how do you plead?”

“Nicely- if you call me a good girl and pull my hair.” She purred with mock flirtation, leaning on the stand before her. Kats hand slipped against the wood just enough to cause her to stumble. She watched in her periphery as the two guards that walked her through her processing jolted to catch her. They knew she was fresh out of the hospital. She could use this to her advantage.

“I’ve had enough- We charge you guilty in-”

“Wait- I’m sorry I just. . .” Kat clutched her chest, her eyes going wide as she grabbed the stand to support herself. “Oh my heart —”  she groaned till one of the guards reached for her.  

All at once the copper haired woman grabbed onto the guards arm, turning and dropping all of her body weight to add to the forward momentum of her captor, sending him flying into the other. She wasted no time grabbing the odd torches from the two downed guards and ran through the double doors as the woman at the podium gaped in utter confusion.

“Why— why is nobody stationed there? The one guard that still stood beside her stared on in horror himself. “We plucked her out of a hospital bed .. .nobody thought she’d be able to limp to the stand let alone. . .”

“Go get that variant!”

Kat rounded the corner in the halls before ducking into what looked to be some sort - file closet? She peered through a crack in the door, her traitorous heart burning in her chest like it would leap from it. She cursed as she disengaged the torches in an effort to stop the light and sounds that emanated from them.

They would be looking for her now. . .and she was in a closet. . . a closet.

She cursed under her breath, her expression falling as she saw the roaring bands of soldiers swarming.

“Now what?”

She breathed to herself, worry heavy in her brow.

[exbarton]

Lucille had never thought that divorce was ever going to be something she had to deal with. It had been about a year since she and Charles Bernard Barton got divorced and she was still heartbroken. She had never even looked at another man when they were together at least not in a manner that would insinuate she had any interest. The reason for divorce was stupid, cheating... Who in their right mind would cheat on a man after over a decade of being together.

She sat outside of the Avengers' tower waiting for Clint to show up since he had agreed to help her move. Thank goodness for her the younger Barton understood that she wasn't in the wrong. She began to wonder if it was because she didn't meet the normal standards for beauty. She rocked back and forth as she sat on a bench, waiting...Waiting for someone to explain to her why this hurt so bad.

[stxrsoldier]

“ — looks like the storm’s getting worse.”

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