welcome to avengers campus, isn’t it nice to be back, NICO DI ANGELO ? it’s been so long since i’ve seen you being a typical EIGHTY-NINE/LOOKS TWENTY ONE year old STUDENT, the image of ARCHIE RENAUX against the retroreflective panels of headquarter buildings. feels like forever since i’ve seen you hanging around FANTASTIC FLORA. i don’t blame you, though; it fits your vibes perfectly given everyone associates you with SOMETHING MOVING IN THE DARKNESS, AN ABANDONED GRAVEYARD, BRUISED KNUCKLES.
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... makes sense too: considering you’re known for being + COMPASSIONATE & + (ALMOST) FEARLESS, even when you can be quite - RANCOROUS & - CYNICAL, too. hey, have you seen the news reports lately …? i heard you’ve been getting visions from HEROES OF OLYMPUS beginning to return, waking up from dreams of THE UNDERWORLD. must be something in the water … say, did you always have A MYTHOMAGIC CARD OF ‘HADES’ on hand ? i’ve never seen you leave home without it. — ( he/him & cismale )
BASICS:
birth name: nico di angelo
alias: ghost king, death boy N/A
species: demi-god; child of hades
date of birth: january 28th
sexuality: homosexual
gender and pronouns: cismale, he/him
occupation: ancient history student (specialises in ancient greece)
CANON:
as always you can find all the fancy information about him here (death tw)
a child of maria di angelo (human) and hades (god), technically born in 1932 but spent over half his life stuck in a time loop in the lotus casino.
nico’s canon abilities include: general demigod abilities, geokenisis, necromancy (specifically: power of the dead, ghost summoning, communication with the dead, life aura/death sense, and ghost transformation), osteokenisis, death trance, umbrakenisis (specifically: shadow travel, invisibility, shadow manipulation), thermokenisis, hypokenisis, phobikenisis.
personality wise: has ‘an aura of death around him’ that makes him seem off so he’s very much the loner type but is attracted to people who are opposite to him, his friends kinda represent the things he wishes he could be. very self destructive and cynical, but secretly kind and soft natured. he’s sensitive audrey
EARTH 200000:
he and his older were raised by their single mother just outside of campus, he has a very close relationship with them but resents his father for being absent his entire life.
speaks english, italian, ancient greek, and latin, studies ancient history at the academy.
seems to still be a loner like his canon counterpart; still has an aura about him that can only be described as negative.
dreams of the underworld and feels a connection to the gods he can’t fully understand or comprehend, assumes he just thinks they’re kinda cool.
since he can remember he’s seen and felt things that aren’t supposed to be there; people that vanish, noises that belong to nothing, shadows moving where they shouldn’t. he also feels like the darkness ‘pulls’ him in when he’s not feeling good but he’s taught himself just to ignore them and rationalise it all.
spends a lot of his time in the florist, something about flowers seem to calm him down.
keeps people at a distance and carries grudges he doesn’t recall ever having with people but can't seem to budge.
welcome to avengers campus, isn’t it nice to be back, MARCELINE ABADEER ? it’s been so long since i’ve seen you being a typical 1,000/LOOKS TWENTY FIVE year old MUSICIAN, the image of KIANA MADEIRA against the retroreflective panels of headquarter buildings. feels like forever since i’ve seen you hanging around ICE RINK. i don’t blame you, though; it fits your vibes perfectly given everyone associates you with GREYED STRAWBERRIES, RIPPED RED FLANNEL, LISTENING TO MUSIC IN THE RAIN.
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..... makes sense too: considering you’re known for being + OPEN-MINDED & + CURIOUS, even when you can be quite - OBLIVIOUS & - SHORT-TEMPERED, too. hey, have you seen the news reports lately …? i heard you’ve been getting visions from ADVENTURE TIME beginning to return, waking up from dreams of ENDING THE GREAT GUM WAR. must be something in the water … say, did you always have HAMBO on hand ? i’ve never seen you leave home without it. — ( she/they & non-binary )
BASICS:
birth name: marceline abadeer
alias: marcy, vampire queen, heir to the nightosphere
species: demon/vampire
dateofbirth: june 27th
sexuality: homosexual
gender and pronouns: non-binary, she/they
occupation: musician
CANON:
marceline was born half human, half demon and became a vampire sometime before they were a child and the apocalypse happened.
you can find all the fancy info on marceline here !! (sickness and death tw)
presents themselves as either a fun loving partier or very blunt and disinterested. only those they feel very close with know their softer or more sensitive side but once they trust you, they’re fiercely loyal and protective.
EARTH 200000:
still has daddy issues through the roof and lost their mother like before but has been on their own long enough that it’s easy to pretend it isn’t an issue.
plays gigs and writes music whenever they can, has big ass headphones in 24/7
lives alone on the outskirts of it all to mind their own business and get away from it all but no doubt throws a bunch of house parties or gatherings
a ‘traditional’ vampire here, so drinks blood instead of just the colour red
has travelled most of the world but for some reason here stuck, them actually buying a place rather than renting was a slight milestone for marceline.
the same fun loving partier on a good day and distant brooder on a bad one, doesn’t have a lot of close friends and acts like they prefer it that way.
❝ call that motherfucker down here now , i’ll shake his hand , ❞ richie counters , grinning ear to ear with feigned fervor in his challenge . for a not - cop , he seems alright . humoring richie , at least , and that counts for a MILLION in his mind . spider - man . okay , rolls off the tongue . maybe a bit too simple for richie’s taste , but it works . ❝ spider - man . dope . you do all the hero kind of stuff , right ? am i INTERRUPTING your patrol ? ❞ eyes wandering , taking in the sight and feeling some kind of way about the sound of the other’s voice . ❝ you … i have a friend who would LOSE their mind , i think , if they knew i’d met you . he works up in the lab over there - do you hang out there at all ? when you’re not fighting petty street sign crime , i mean . ❞
“i hate to break it to you but you’re gonna have to do a little more than stealing a street sign to be an avengers level threat, buddy. i’m actually sorta impressed you got it off and carried it this far.” he snorted, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked to the sign. “it’s been a pretty boring night so far, just some dude wandering around stealing government property. you reckon i should take him in?” peter was leaning against the wall now, easing into the conversation up until richie mentioned his friend -- peter’s lenses widening slightly and he stood up again. “up there?” he feigned ignorance, craning his head in that direction. “the owner isn’t too much of a fan of bugs, apparently. i tend to avoid there if i don’t feel like getting singed. who’s your friend? maybe i know him.”
“I want to be an artist. I don’t know, as a kid I always really liked being creative and now that I’m older that creativity bug has never gone away?” Seth shrugged, not knowing how to be comfortable talking serious conversations. He loved making people smile and the future was not something that made him smile. Seth nodded at Peter’s question. “Yeah! He said that’s the only way I could get paid. I tried to point out that money’s made of cotton but I guess that wasn’t enough.”
“well, you were at the very least a very good face painter? that’s a pretty solid starting point.” peter nodded at seth with a sure smile, nudging him lightly. “you think there are any fancy drawing academies around here?” the brunet pulled his knee to his chest, looking at seth while he spoke and only nodding once he was finished. “maybe my brain isn’t working -- he’s asking you to create something that’s never been done before with no funding? man, and i thought norman osborn was bad.”
❝ i told you - i just happened upon it already coming loose . i’m saving the city legal fees from the damn thing falling and snapping bones . ❞ he talks uninterrupted , but wild eyes look the other over with inane curiosity . this must be one of those BIG SHOT heroes he keeps hearing about . he doesn’t look all that intimidating , richie notes . ❝ never touched a drop of alcohol in my life - i just look like this . ❞ he can’t help the snort that escapes him , guttural and loud , over being called SIR . since when ? ❝ please , mister sir is my father . i’m richie . what’s YOUR name ? ❞
peter rolled his eyes beneath the mask but couldn’t quite muffle the chuckle in response to richie’s excuse -- a familiar warmth crossing his chest as he looked at him. “oh, so we should be thanking you? should i call the cops and get them down here so they can thank you personally? i bet tony stark himself will be here in no time to shake your hand for keeping the city safe.” he nodded dramatically, grabbing his phone from the back of his suit. “you play tipsy very well for someone sober, mister junior. people call me spider-man -- well, they call me a lot of things but spider-man is the most appropriate one.” it felt odd to act as if he didn’t know who richie was, he hadn’t thought much about how ‘spider-man’ came into their friendship but the reality of it was slowly dawning on him. “it’s nice to meet you, richie.” he cleared his throat, bringing himself out of his head as he held out his hand to the other.
“Oh you’ve definitely said it, on one of our drinking escapades. I even have it in my voice memo if you want your proof.” She said defiantly, knowing that voice memo would come in handy one day. “For Bowie? I would never insult his honor like that. Now someone like Air Supply I might use as coasters but honestly that’s what you’d deserve if you gave me something like that.” Grace shrugged at the question about the fight. “Honestly it sounded like it was a good one. Some teachers got black eyes in the middle of it so that’s kind of funny. And sadly no I didn’t place bets. I feel like I’m one bad move away from losing my job so I didn’t want to push it by encouraging the kids.”
“i knew you were obsessed with me, it was only a matter of time ‘til it came out.” he dramatically blew a dark curl out of his eye line -- to make a point, obviously. “well at least i can trust you with bowie, at least. you’ve also just given me the perfect idea for a christmas gift, so start getting excited.” sirius wiggled his brows at her, a small grin on his lips. “teachers got black eyes and no one got expelled? man, these kids are lucky. we just had to look at the professors wrong and ended up in detention.” he frowned for a moment. “why do you think you’re one bad move away from losing the job? am i meant to be in worried mode?”
eddie curses at himself softly, his cheeking heating up and turning a light shade of red as he steadied the table. ❝ no, no injuries, probably just an ugly bruise later, ❞ he spoke softly, running a hand through his hair, ruffling it to the side. ❝ i think, if you could get drunk on coffee, i’d have a hell of a problem. doesn’t even affect me anymore, how sick is that? ❞ eddie said with a chuckle as he twirls one of the (many) silver rings on his finger. ❝ i didn’t spill too much of your stuff, did i? they like me in there - i can get you another if you want. ❞
“bruises make you look cooler, trust me.” he waved a hand, picking up the remainder of his drink and taking a sip. “i think that’s when you’re supposed to take a tolerance break, right? or does it not work like that for coffee?” sirius was still looking up at him, pushing his chair out slightly so he wasn’t craning his neck too much. “i mean -- i never say no to a free drink if you reckon you can charm them into giving us one? maybe it’ll give me an insight into getting them to like me enough to give me free shit.”
marinette was clueless to the slip up, distracted by their excitement to get to share one of their passions with peter. “ yes! ” she enthused with a parisian accent, fighting the urge to jump up and down on the spot. “ i mean… yes to teaching you how to sew, not that you have bad fashion choices! although those could use a little work… ” they rambled, then laughed awkwardly as they realised their own slip up. “ do you have free time now? we could go back to my place so i could teach you? ”
peter easily laughed back, the other seemingly always making him feel some kind of ease whenever they were together. “are you sure?” matching their enthusiasm as he pulled his backpack closer to his chest. “look, i know, i know, my fashion choices aren’t the greatest...but they really need work?” peter tried his best to look as wounded as possible; a dramatic, puppy-dog look being shot their way. “i have a few hours to kill, and why not use them accidentally stabbing myself with a tiny needle a bunch of times? lead the way to your fashion sanctum.”
❝ i swear to god, it was coming loose anyway , ❞ is richies very first line of defense , following the loud clatter of metal as the street sign he’d been carrying home falls to the sidewalk . it’s some time after two in the morning , and it’s possible hes committed a tiny booboo in yanking a loose street sign off it’s hinges - but can you blame him ? a huge sign that says BALL St ? perfect home decor . he’d been on his merry way , just a touch tipsy , when movement behind him stopped him in his tracks . richie turns on his heel slowly , hands coming up in surrender , until he registers the bright red in front of him , and he sighs . ❝ oh , you’re not a cop . ❞ a pause . ❝ right ? ❞
of all the things he expected to see on his patrolling; richie tozier struggling down the road with a ‘ball st.’ sign was not on his checklist for this evening. “i -- do i even wanna know how this all happened?” he called out as he landed softly behind him, lenses narrowing slightly as he gave richie a once-over and ignored the alarm bells in his head. “not a cop.” he stated quickly, holding his hands up defensively. “have you been drinking? and now you’re just wondering around the streets with this thing at night?” peter stepped forward subconsciously, the flash of red from his suit being the only thing that reminded him not to give himself away. “uh -- what’s your name, sir? do you need any help?” nice save, peter.
“ thank you so much ! could you ⸻ ” slipping the tray of coffees from the pile gently , padmé struggles to hand it over for a moment , almost spilling the contents once more. “ oh , goodness no … ” a momentary flush of embarrassment crosses her cheeks , accented by the sheepish duck of her face behind her hair , “ it’s actually for the politics department ⸻ i’m on my way to a staff meeting … but judging from the time , ” padmé raises her wrist to her face , squinting at the movement of the wristwatch , “ … it’s already over. great. hey , you wouldn’t happen to be interested in taking one of the coffees , would you ? i’d rather not have them go to waste. ”
“yeah, yeah, sure --” he quickly replied, wincing slightly at the coffee dripping onto his hand as he took it. "are the books okay?” he asked while he scanned the scene between them, grimacing at the various stains of coffee marking the pair. peter visibly frowned at the mention of her missing her meeting, a sympathetic glance then thrown her way before he nodded. “of course -- can never say no to a free coffee, right?” the brunet paused. “ are you okay, though? you seem a little...frazzled. wait, do people still use that word?”
“I am absolutely not messing with you. I could never make this up.” He laughed and pointed to the exact fact he just read it from. “I think it’s implying an urn? But I don’t know if that’s better or worse than a giant one.” Mike paused for a moment thinking. “Isn’t all coffins just a form of pringles can? I want chips to be buried with me when I die now.”
“like a zombie iron man but...pringle edition.” he scrunched up his face, shaking his head a bit. “well, that depends on your definition of a coffin, i guess? because if it’s just something things are kept in, isn’t the earth a giant pringles can coffin?” he pointed a finger in the air as if it were to add to his point. “what about the dip? zombie you can’t go without dip.”
HARLEY FIDGETS WITH ZEMS HANDS, TUGGING ZEMS SLEEVES to shield against the cold. ze’s never been this anxious to hang out with peter, but after talking to him about zems fight with tony… harley doesn’t really know what to say when ze sees him. it’s not even that zem expects peter to take zems side, ze doesn’t, but harley just doesn’t want this to affect their friendship. and harley also doesn’t want this to affect the dynamic between peter and tony, either. zems fight with tony is completely zems own. ze doesn’t want to bring others into it. even telling peter what happened, while relieving to get out in some aspects, makes zem wary. ze spots him standing there waiting for zem, harley a few minutes late after dragging zems feet. “ hey, ” harley waves, tucking a lock of hair behind zems ear, “ y’sure aunt may won’t mind me just coming over ? ”
peter’s head snapped up when he heard zem speak, a smile easily crossing his lips as he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his sweatpants, rocking from heel to toe. “how’re you doing?” was the first thing he asked, giving them a once over worryingly. peter was naturally a worrier, but seeing harley go in on zemself the way ze had these past few days concerned him. “aunt may loves you, you could show up any day of the week and she’d think it was christmas -- trust me.” peter shot harley a reassuring look and headed into the building, holding the rattling door open with the front of his converse. “besides, she likes having a third person to cook for again.” the vigilante stopped just before the elevator and turned to harley with a concerned look. “do you want to talk about anything before we go up? or are we pretending everything is normal until after dinner?”
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