A Mysterious Island||Multi-Fandom||Accepting!

[FoalanisaLupo]

"No, I'm pretty sure you are Percy Jackson." Hungary said with a faint smile before she continued "You are Percy Jackson, right?" with a faint frown.

[NerdyPegasus]

( Reposts? Don't believe any,....)

[sinensys]

Now Owen was getting slightly frustrated. He listened to the man, who was supposedly not in his correct body, explain the cause for the body swap. This man was either telling the truth and has never seen advanced tech, was aware of the tech but only knows the effects, or he was insane. The three all seemed like possibilities. "They're not bodyguards. We're a team," he stated matter-of-a-factly. He considered the Raptors his equal, and did not get along with people who didn't. However, he decided to answer the one harmless question. "I'm Owen Grady." He shook his head, declining Blue and Delta's question concerning eating the two. "No, not yet." Then he turned to the one that Delta had pinned down. "Why do you call yourself 'Death'?"




"I am King Julian, but you can call me King Julian. Yes, yes, you favorite and loving and humble- MORT! Do not touch the king's feet! do not touch the feet! So anyways, it is I, your loving, humble, handsome, and only king. Eh, Maurice..? WHY IS MY PLAYER NOT WORKING? Mort, come and take this traiter battery Baxter, who is dead...
Wait...
WAIT!
We can ask the brainy penguin to hand over the battery that is like Dead Baxter! Come, Mort, Maurice. Let us find the brainy penguin."
[I felt bored that the only way to be able to truly describe the king was through his dialogue.]

[yeet.]

| Ｐｅｒｃｙ - Ｊａｃｋｓｏｎ |
"Yeah, that's me, Percy Jackson." He confirmed with a nod before casting Annabeth a glance and he then looked back to Hungary, "So..Annabeth told you about me, then?"

Dᴇᴀᴛʜ??
Hᴏʀsᴇᴍᴀɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ Gᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Gᴀʟᴀxʏ??
Death looked to Owen when asked a question, and male gave a sigh. "I am Death. It's as simple as that. I am the Horseman, I am Death Itself, I am the Reaper, I am..whatever other name I have been given. When people die, they don't really die until either me or one of my reapers reap them." He explained. "I call myself Death because I am Death itself, to put it simply." Death explained in a more simplified way, hoping that maybe Owen would actually understand.

[Teekl]

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Ahkmenrah laughed at Tony/Vision's stories about Hawkeye, and how that particular avenger had nested apparently on the letter "A". He found that to be an extremely amusing thought, and, even more trippy - he was currently in the body that had done it. Sheen in Legolas's body seemed to have a bit of a momentary meltdown, when he was clapped on the back by Iron Man, or Vision, or maybe he counted it as both. The pharaoh laughed lightly, "It is quite alright, Clint. I won't tell anyone about that particular story...for now," he added, with a kidding grin. He would never really tell anyone, but it was always fun to tease. Especially with Clint, when there was such a large opening. He laughed harder when Clint told him not to say 'rootin-tootin eagle-eyed expert of a marksman'. He honestly didn't know where that came from, it was a bit unlike the pharaoh. No, wait, he knew exactly where it came from. "Sorry, Jedediah is rubbing off on me." He really needed to stop hanging around those miniatures so much. They'd been acting awfully high-and-mighty, ever since the pharaoh agreed to make a YouTube account and like all of their videos.
He watched as Clint took the bow back, offering no resistance when the weapon was grabbed, notched and aimed. Hawkeye's arrow went about three feet, then took a nosedive for the sand, its tip half-buried. The pharaoh's grin melted into a frown when the former-archer marched off and sat himself down in solitary silence. Uh oh. "Uh, I'll go talk to him," he offered valiantly, traipsing across the sand until he came up behind...himself, wow, that was an odd experience. He knelt next to Clint and gently tapped his shoulder. "Hey...Clint?" He heaved a sigh. "I'm really sorry about the lack of archery skills. If it's any comfort, my body has really strong legs from running away from dinosaurs...and that was even before I got to this island."
Ahk winced when he overheard, behind him, Sheen say to Iron Man something along the lines of, "Wow, okay, I guess maybe it should be Ahk in Hawkeye's body that teaches me to shoot."
Offering a nervous grin, the pharaoh turned back to Hawkeye. "Look, I totally believe that we are going to be back in our own bodies before next sunrise. That's usually the amount of time it takes to solve my museum problems," he added, recalling how Larry always seemed to get them out of deep trouble before the night's end. He had every confidence that it would turn out the same way this time - after all, that's what he was used to. His group always got out of trouble after a few hours of running around and figuring out how to beat the bad guy.

???ȶɦɛ ɖǟʀӄ օռɛ???

Rumplestiltskin looked at Coulson and tried to laugh when the agent remarked about the hook. "Ah, yes, you get accustomed to it, eventually." I hope, he added silently, wondering how Jones ever got used to walking around with only one hand and five fingers. Still, it was actually sadistic satisfaction, to know that this was the pain Hook had to live with, every waking moment since their paths had crossed. At least the Crocodile had done a number on him, and revenge was sweet. Speak of the devil, the next inquiry Coulson had for him was concerning the 'Crocodile.' As he went down the list of people that Rumple might possibly hang out with, the Dark-One-Turned-Pirate only recognized one of the descriptions - Loki. But he didn't want to give away too much, nor did he want to make it obvious that he wasn't...well, himself. Plus, he really didn't quite know what to make of some of those descriptions. "Let's just say this: if they're mischievous and devious, and they are capable of serving the Crocodile's ends, then yes, it's possible that he would keep them as his allies." The description about the eyeliner, though, was a little strange, and Rumple doubted he would hang about a man like that even if he could serve a purpose. Eyeliner was simply distasteful and it reminded him much too much of Killian Jones. He watched with blue irises as Coulson reached into a pocket and took what might've been a tazer. That was disconcerting. The Dark One still hadn't figured out how to use his powers in this body, and if it should come to that, he wasn't sure he'd be able to put up much of a fight, especially when he only had one hand. "'Hail Hydra?'" he asked, making himself sound uncertain. He himself had heard Loki say something about that at one point, but he didn't know if Hook had, so it was safer to play dumb. "No, never heard of it," he lied, then added. "but I know one thing is for certain: we must bring whoever cast this curse to justice." And he believed that sentiment was true of both himself and Hook, so he had no qualms with saying it. It was probably one of the few things the rivals would agree on, at this point.

[@My Dawn, it's no problem! I'm sorry for taking a while, as well - I kinda took a break from CS for a few days ^^]

ܣcܣhܣiܣlܣdܣ ܣoܣfܣ ܣtܣhܣeܣ ܣmܣoܣoܣnܣ

Ambrosia smiled, "Nice to meet you, Liza!" it was always great to find someone like her who wasn't really hostile or anti-social. Her brother Reggie always used to say that people weren't to be trusted in general, neither wolf nor human, but she always liked to think that there were good people from every race and walk of life. When Liza asked whether or not they had seen anyone else, Ambrosia had to respond in the negative. "I'm sorry, I haven't seen anyone besides Bunny," she explained, glancing around. "I just got here, and I haven't really had chance to pick up a scent," she frowned when she realized she hadn't told Bunnymund about her werewolf nature, yet, but moved past it, figuring he would ask about it himself if he was curious, or perhaps he had missed the remark entirely. "And, unfortunately, I have no idea how I got here or how to get back out. But I'm sure if we look around, there'll be someone who knows something."

ṮẏṙḀṆṆṏṠḀṳṙṳṠ ṙḕẌ

Lying ensconced in a bed of sand on a beach, there was a massive tarp of mottled brown scales, the steady rising and falling of which gave life to the certainty that this was no tarp, but a live creature. There was the sound of heavy, sleep-laden breathing, and then a low grumbling as she stirred. A single, amber-hued eye blinked open, although it detected no immediate motion around her. Muscles rippled underneath the skin as she rose, disturbing a large pile of sand and sending a spray of the particles all over the place. A deafening roar rumbled in her throat, then resonated across the island when she let it loose with a widening of her toothy jaws. The loud cry echoed through the bark, the leaves, and vibrated within the dust itself. When she had satisfied herself with the bloodcurdling roar, she closed her mouth and sniffed the air. The only thing she could taste in the wind was the salt of the sea spray. The last thing she remembered was Claire setting her loose, and then her battle with the I-Rex. But there were no humans here, nor were there any other dinosaurs. Taking small but heavy steps at first, she stomped her way over to the tree-line, then gradually picked up speed, charging through the forest and searching for signs of life - a possible meal. She was no longer in captivity. She was free.

[T-Rex is open, anyone in particular want to run into her? xD]

[silverlock]

( yay Teekl, you're back!)

Liza nodded slightly in agreement " I'm new here, too. Yeah. But, actually, whwn I arrived here I met someone" she said, her face forming a slightly scared grimace " He definitely wasn't a talkative one and I sensed that if I made one wrong move, he could have killed me with just one shot. Just saying - not everyone here might be as friendly as to explain us how we got here and such things" the girl explained. She then sniffed around her - there were too many scents to decide after which to go " There are too many scents here. Do you want to go deeper? Cause I'm sure we won't find anyone if we stay in one place, will we?"

[NerdyPegasus]

( Tink can run into Trex)

Echo and Charlie both stomped their feet.

" You can't be death itself! It's impossible!" Echo frowned. " it's not even living!"

[FoalanisaLupo]

Hungary nodded, "Yes, Annabeth told me some things about you." she said with a faint smile .

[gotta.blast]

((On mobile- will make fancier and get up Coulson, Blue, and Peter Quill later))

Clint Barton?? (ft. Tony Stark as the Vision)
Hawkeye Fourth King of the Fourth King

Oh, so that was the reason. Tony understood now as he stood in quiet thought. This guy could throw Captain America's shield, aim at Quicksilver while he was moving, pin anything he wanted to; and now he couldn't even hit a target with his trademark weapon. Tony watched as Clint Barton went to confront Ahkmenrah- no, wait, other way around. Ahkmenrah went to confront Clint Barton. Just, you know, different looks and abilities. Same difference. Not like Tony should have been talking; he was in the Vision's body. He stayed quiet with crosses arms upon the two talking, until he heard Legolas/ Sheen or whoever he was say something that totally didn't help. Eyes widening, the only thing he could think to do was throw his hands over the boy's mouth.
"If you don't say another word I'll build you something when we're back to normal how about that?!" It was what he did for Harley and the kid ended up being fine after helping in rebuilding his suit against the Mandarin. And no, he wasn't bribing the kid, just rewarding him for...doing what Stark asked him to do. Taking his hands from Sheen's mouth, he leaned in and whispered.
"You do know you are Legolas, right? If anything, you're more qualified than Clint to be shooting at the moment."

Clint sighed very loudly, hearing the pharaoh-turned-S.H.I.E.L.D. Archer come to him. "I'd say I'd shoot you if you told the others but heck I can't do that." He said sadly, hearing Stark shush the fanboy turned elf Prince. He cringed, turning back away from 'Clint' as he talked about running from dinosaurs. "Mmmmm, I'm afraid it's no help. Little did you know I also have gymnast abilities. Comes from being an agent and...yeah." At this moment, Barton was too depressed to go into his even more depressing backstory. All he needed right now was a Starbucks, Natasha's hugs, and archery skills. With the saddest face and widest eyes, he pulled a puppy face. He imagined it as his own, but instead was making it look good as Ahkmenrah.
"I wish my problems were solved in one night. Usually takes us about a week or a little less or a little more."

"He isn't kidding. One time back in 2011 Fury had to deal with Thor, me, Steve, and Bruce on all separate days of the week. Some even over lapped. He was in New York with me then had to fly over to Rogers who broke from his coma. It was known as his big week. Clint was working with Thor and Tasha was with me. Let's just say a problem that lasts just a night for us is usually considered the easiest thing ever." Tony intervened again, cape flowing. It felt weird to him, not one to wear attire as such. Barton suddenly gasped at the mention of the Black Widow.
"What are we supposed to say when she and your brother get here?! Do we tell them or act as the people we are?" Clint frowned, before glaring at Ahk. "Tell me, can this day get any better?" The sarcasm in his voice was dripping.

[EternalDeath]

Annabeth gave Hungary a sharp look. "I didn't say much.." She mumbled.