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@tactful-kind-daedra @theothervonkarmagirl
//Account issue not fixable since the email attached to Hadrian's blog still exists despite me not having any access to it. So I will be copying it and making it a side blog here.
Acelin collapses on Elincia's bed. From the weak crawling to rest his head in her lap, he must have been put through one hell of a load of paperwork. That or he just got back from his trip from the country's nobles to the North. Either one tires him even more than their twin toddlers.
Elinica just smiles, stroking his hair. “Glad you’re back, love, but I won’t bother trying to talk. Get your sleep and we’ll catch up in the morning.”
Old Contacts || Superhero AU
@conflagratiion Acelin was busy cracking into a file archive of a large company that was manufacturing anti-super weaponry when his phone rang. Based on the ringtone, it could only be HER... So the Aussie hesitantly picked it up and answered. "Hello Fio... What jam do you need me to get you out of this time? New passport? Fake identity? Level 5 security access?"
A Glimpse into Childhood || Open?
“No! I have things to do Jeremy!”
“If you mean that pile of papers you’re avoiding like the studies you’d skip out on as a child, then yes, you do have things to do Master Applefield.”
Shadow Practice
Acelin was currently taking time to practice with Eginhard. It had been awhile since the blackblade magus had picked up the longsword for anything, and the intelligent blade was yelling at him.
You are wielding me wrong!! How come you’ve gotten so blasted lousy!?
“Listen, I haven’t had to use you for almost five years. Being a bit rusty is to be expected.” To anyone looking on, it looked like the Marquis was talking to himself, until the blade started attacking him in frustration.
Calling All Earthlings! Open Starter || Guild of Heroes
"Hey, Morg? Did this invasion happen before? I've got zero memory of this."
Haley frowned as she adjusted her hair, glancing at the time portal hidden in her basement hideout. On the other side - and about thirty years into the future - her little sister shrugged, casually scrolling through a holographic display. "Nope, I don't see anything. 'Official' first contact was two years before you showed up as normal, but Earth's not meant to get dragged into a multi-terrestrial war for a good ten years or so." Morgan said casually, shutting down the display. "I guess somebody's changed something they weren't meant to. Sorry, sis, can't help you out any here."
"Wonderful." Haley sighed, slipping the last hairpin into place before grabbing her suit and pulling it on. She still wasn't sure if she should even be fighting in this war, paradox or not, but it wasn't like she could just stand by and let her mother - and at least one possible father - die horribly. "Alright, talk to you later."
"Kick butt, sis!" Morgan said cheerfully before she closed the portal. Haley stared at the wall of her cupboard for a few moments before sighing and pulling on her mask, the HUD her sister designed flickering into view. Making sure that her stutter ring and wrist launcher were attached securely, she grabbed her grappling hook and wandered out into the streets. Glancing up at the sky and seeing absolutely nothing, she couldn't help but wonder one thing:
"Well what the hell am I actually meant to do about this?
Calling All Earthlings! Open Starter || Guild Of Heroes
"If this is that asshole alien supervisor's fault I'm shooting him in the fucking head." Seth spat to 'himself', knowing full well that somebody else was possibly listening in. The handler grabbed his shield generator and slotted it onto his belt, checking the slide of his pistol and chuckling a little. "Compensating for something my ass. Let's see if the standard-issue 9mm can even do anything to your average alien."
He grabbed his headset and keyed in to the frequency that, by law, all heroes that either had headsets or could just hear radio communications had to listen to at all times. "Seth Dietrich, Handler Registration Number 0-2-9-Alpha-5. Give me a status update, people, what's the situation on the ground right now?"
Calling All Earthlings! Open Starter || Guild of Heroes
"Whoa!"
Volta wasn't going to lie, she was a little excited. An actual alien invasion? With actual stakes and no doubt countless opportunities for daring heroism? Count her in, dammit, she could use a reason to show off. As long as nobody got hurt, of course, that would be awful.
Or at least, that had been her original stance. Now that she was having what could only be described as a dogfight with an alien fighter of some kind, she was starting to regret it. Diving between skyscrapers and using most of her powers to try and stop any errant rounds from hitting civilian property through generating an electro-magnetic field, she couldn't stop everything - she just hoped the death toll wasn’t too high. Wincing, she felt more and more of her power drain away, and she desperately glanced around for something to drain electricity from before she fell out of the sky.
"I-if anyone's near enough to help out, that'd be great! Please?"