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JOHNNY STORM

COURT Unseelie.
TITLE Description.
OCCUPATION Description.
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Flight, faster than an air missile.
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Description.
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Description.

MAJOR EVENTS

HIGHLIGHT
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PLANS
Johnny will spend this year adapting to Drabwurld, rising in influence and rank as he helps out, making friends and alliances, deepening friendships and the like. Also, getting money. He likes money. He will also begin to have much more control over his powers, honing and sharpening them under the tutelage of Erik Lehnsherr. Plans for him to power up.

☀ Johnny struggles to deal with his issues post-war, indirect killing, watching people be killed. Welcome to the real world; no more sweet summer child.

☀ Johnny exploring Drabwurld whenever he's free, in a bid to escape from dealing with his issues. (MONSTER HUNTING WITH YUKARI AND JUNPEI, BANDIT-HUNTING WITH NATASHA)

☀ Dropping by a sleeping Steve and Bucky to watch over them for awhile.

☀ Shard-training with Ariadne.

☀Intense sword-training with Saber. He will eventually be part of her special forces strike team.

☀ Just as intense hand-to-hand fighting with Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson

☀ Rigorous working out with Sam Wilson. ~~They have plans to become Mayors of Buttsville, USA. In God we trust, all others pay the booty tax.~~

☀ Rebuilding stuff for Ariadne, being the guy to distract the Devourer with Shiny Things when needed. Pet the Devourer.

☀ Being a key part of Saber's elite strike team. HOPEFULLY WORK TOWARDS BEING HER RIGHT HAND. how's that sound, eh.

SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS

TIMELINE OF EVENTS

SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)

MARCH - Unfreezing people! Gotta use that power for something, right? Also, picking up a quest from Ariadne. Starting to be trained by Erik Lehnsherr, living between Erik's n Charles' place and Ariadne's.
APRIL 15 - ...Something unexpected happens. Denial. Smashing harps. Friendships are weird.
MAY - GOTTA GET HIM SOME SWANS. LET'S GO HUNTING.

SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)

JUNE - Johnny joins the tourney! He's never going to be able to resist this.
JULY - Shocked by anti-shardbearer hangings (what the fuck, people?), accidentally burn Jack's wrist when hauling him away from shanking folks.
AUGUST - Johnny destroys Golems for Ariadne; Johnny also enjoying Leathann's Festival of lights because it's beautiful.

FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov)

SEPTEMBER - Checking out the festival, that's right up Johnny's alley.
OCTOBER - Samhain! Johnny parties! And also learns something important about his friend Jack.
NOVEMBER - Hunting for magic users, go. Johnny's going to haul more than a couple back.

WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)

WINTER - SUIT UP, WE'RE GOING HUNTING.
JANUARY - Excitement! Johnny hopes the party room's up and running because it's time to pay that a lovely visit.
FEBRUARY - Horror. Enjoying the festival (on a date? with whom?) but seeing murdered elven artisans/musicians after. So not cool.

SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr)

MARCH - Johnny's going to fry himself some skeletons and fireball their heads off.
APRIL - Hey, where'd the imps go? Also, exploring with Merida.

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[ April's a difficult month, that's for sure. Johnny is often a lot more aggressive than he ought to be, forceful and restless; the workings at the Spire often aren't enough to keep him occupied, and he finds himself going out for rides more and more frequently to clear his head and get away from the clamor.

The underground caverns is more than halfway through, but Johnny decides that that is not a thing he wants to be doing -- and so here he is with Ariadne in the woods, riding Straton through the heavy mists and shadow. Even then, he could feel something itching under his skin, and he knows that his friend feels it too. There's definitely tension in the air, a pulsing, crackling thing that makes people act strange, and he knows it, too.

He thinks of harps, thinks of how on edge and paranoid Ariadne is right now (which definitely doesn't help), and his concern for her is raised a notch, dampening his own agitated mood. Straton is quiet, and Johnny eventually speaks up. ] You ever hear those stupid harps?

[ La Llorona is a place of danger, and it should be ridiculous that Ariadne feels safest there. Should be, but she can manipulate the shadows of the trees, has lived there for months... it's home, as much as this world can be home. Straton knows it too, and Ariadne lets him sniff through the woods as much as he would like; she could race him through, but that would draw too much attention. Johnny probably doesn't like it, she thinks, which adds another knot of anxiety -- but this is her realm. He'll deal with it or she'll deal with him.

The question startles her, enough that she jerks on the reins; Straton makes an irritated noise and she apologizes quickly, leaning forward to rub his ears. ]

That- weird music? Yeah. This whole month, so far, at random moments.

[ Johnny's taking in the sights, actually -- he hadn't actually been in this neck of the woods before, and far from getting testy at Straton for stopping and sniffing at everything he can get his nose/tongue/mouth on, he's looking around its depths, the way it seems unrelentingly foreboding, innately terrifying to anyone else.

He frowns when she jerks; Ariadne's been on edge today, same as him, both a ticking time bomb for no apparent reason, and he pats Straton briefly. ]

Me, too. Did anyone figure out where it came from? A multi-dimensional boom box?

[ Every action is weighed and measured and found to fray upon her nerves. Every breath, every motion, is something that she has done wrong -- not a threat anymore, with Johnny, but still enough to push her closer and closer to the edge. ]

If they have, I haven't heard about it.

[ But she isn't so sure that she'd believe anything right now, either. ]

[ He's about to say something, make an observation, point out that there's something weird about the harps before he hears a rattling snarl not too far away from them, when the surroundings are rustling and he instinctively knows that it's something big and very unfriendly.

Johnny's eyes widen when the trees to their right snap violently, and they're looking into the face of a very large, very angry bandersnatch. ]

[ Oh, shit. Straton immediately snarls, fur bristling; he's younger, smaller, and Ariadne panics. She won't lose him, not to this, not now -- before Johnny can stop her, she's shoving the reins at Johnny and vanishes, reappearing further away. ]

Hey! Over here!

[ It's the last thing she says before the shadows of the forest gather around her, horns sprouting from her head, claws and teeth sharpening as she snarls. ]

[ What the fuck?

Johnny stares at her, wide-eyed and disbelieving when she transforms, shadows gathering dark and coiling around her before she becomes -- well, she becomes something else, something terrifying, leading the thing away.

Straton calms under him, having apparently spent enough time asleep with Johnny that he'd allow himself to be soothed by him -- but they're chasing after them both all the same; Johnny trying to grasp what had just happened, and worried for her all the same. ]

Ari!

[ The large bandersnatch gives chase -- Ariadne is the same size as the Devourer, and she's headed deeper in. Still, she doesn't run for long; doesn't run at all, really, simply moving from shadow to shadow until the angry creature is in the thick of the trees.

Then she pounces, snarling, leaping onto the beast's back and slashing through thick fur. She can't get a bite through the scruff, not yet, but it isn't stopping her from trying. ]

[ So, Johnny's keeping busy at the Station, rescuing people, warming them up -- but he needs all the help that he can get, especially when it comes to the chronic lack of insulation the Station had. The fires are kept lit even if the blizzard is a bitch, and the stragglers within rounded up and gathered into enclosed spaces where the usage of heat is more effective.

But there are always the ones on the perimeter, the ones who aren't quick enough, lucky enough to get shelter from the storm. He needs blankets, more heat, and at this point he's already defrosted more than half a dozen of them, the ones left out in the cold. He feels for them, pushes himself further as he looks for more, unwilling to give up.

Of course, he had to take his rest from time to time -- Johnny Storm can't keep his fire burning indefinitely, especially at the rate he's going, but right now it's one of those times where he's helping out another old man who's half frozen under the snow, helping to carry him into the shelter of the station, where Johnny's got a bonfire going. ]

Hey! I need a blanket and some medical attention here!

[ Billy's been in and out of a couple of places, using his ability to teleport to keep on the move and get to wherever he may be needed during these terrible conditions. The Station is one of his frequent haunts, both because it's one of the places he feels most comfortable at and due to its lack of an assigned protector like the spires have.

While he hasn't been coordinating as much as he probably should be, Billy has been checking the bonfires and using his magic to feed them, when necessary. He's also becoming pretty good at locating and rescuing people, herding them back toward warmth and cover. When the call comes from Johnny, Billy was close enough to hear and teleport directly toward where he remembered blankets being. He's back in seconds and with a blanket on his arm, maybe faster than Johnny expected a response. ]

Blankets are a go, but medical attention's going to take longer.

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It's all right, blankets can do for awhile.

[ The younger man is quick, he realizes, with blankets in his arms and ready for giving out. Johnny takes them with a smile of gratitude before he wraps it around the shivering old man, his hands warmer than usual as he sets him on one of the makeshift beds.

He'd seen him around now and then, out the corner of his eye when he'd been busy; knowing that he's doing his part to make sure that the body count stayed low. Johnny willed the warmth back into the old man's bony frame, and he knew that food was also another issue. He'd run out of hot broth and biscuits for them, and with this stranger's apparent skill at getting him what he needs quickly, he's going to try his luck again. ]

Hey, d'you think you can get me some food? Preferably steaming, but dried food works, too. I'm Johnny, by the way.

Food? I haven't looked at the kitchens here today, but there's always the spires and stuff if I can't find something here.

[ Billy's not going to spare much time for chatting, with someone in need of help right in front of them. He will take a moment to note that Johnny seems to be doing something to help warm the guy up. Plus, that name and power set seems very familiar...

Before he teleports off, he does leave a name behind: ] I'm Billy.

Thanks, Billy.

[ Johnny spares him a little smile even if he's busy, sorting out what he has to do and tending to the old man at the same time. He'll wait for Billy in the meantime, restoring warmth and blood circulation to the old man's body.

The man's going to need a little longer to recover, but the room he takes him to is nice and warm, sealed up to keep the heat from seeping out as much as possible.]

[ It takes a few minutes of poking around, but Billy eventually manages to find some warm food. It's just a bowl of warm stew, but Billy figures it's probably better to find something light on the stomach for someone recently frozen, anyway.

He'll teleport back, then look around for Johnny. ]

There you are. I got soup.

Hey, thanks.

[ Johnny brightens when he sees him; taking the bowl from him and carefully stirring it. The person he's attending to is slowly starting to wake, and he offers it to the man without question, taking care not to spill it.

He turns his attention back to him, gesturing briefly. ]

That's pretty cool, the teleporting. It's not something the monarchs gave you, is it?

No problem.

[ He'll watch Johnny work for a minute, a little worried until the person starts to come around. ]

No, it's something I came with. The monarchs only restricted how I could use it.

[Supplies are starting to stretch thin. Steve's circled around, feeding the last of the wood to the fires, and only the thinnest blankets remain. He keeps one in hand when he hears Johnny call out, and rushes over to help with the old man.]

All the medics are busy.

[A lot of the people who got caught out when the snows hit are suffering from hypothermia, and Steve's heard of more than one person losing fingers or toes to frostbite. He helps wrap the old man in whatever they have left before he takes a good look at Johnny.]

You don't need to go back out there for awhile.

[Steve can see the fatigue in the young man's face. Supplies aren't the only things being stretched thin.]

It's cool, I'm fine.

[ Johnny waves it off without thinking -- there are people out there who need their help, and he feels guilty enough for grabbing the occasional shuteye to keep his powers going. The food he practically inhales are the bare minimum to sustain him and the fires; and a part of him notes, with no small amount of pleasure, that his ability to keep burning has improved substantially through increased use.

Still, that's one of the last things on his mind, and he knows that when Steve's busy tending to the others, taking care of them and carrying all the heavy loads to help out with insulating rooms and keeping people out of getting frozen all over again, he can't do any less.

He rubs at his eyes. He's generating his own warmth to keep up, flooding the room with heat, Steve's done a lot of work to help out, and Johnny knows that he's probably tired, too. ]

I was thinking of doing one last sweep, and getting whatever stragglers out there in here. They can all thrive on body heat too, right?

[One last sweep. Steve can't really argue with it when it sounds just like what he'd say and do. He nods at him, offering a little smile too. There are things about Johnny that still confuse him - less the face and more the...personality. But he seems good.]

I'll go with you, take the low ground.

[ That's because U OLD, Steve. Generation gap, and shit. But all the same, Johnny is pleased that they're working well together -- he learns Steve's style very quickly, old-school and unyielding but creative; while Johnny's is about the same but flashier, and for some reason they end up complementing each other.

Johnny's younger, hot-headed and reckless and rash, innately intelligent in ways that a good dose of discipline could have better fostered. He smiles, pushing his own fatigue to the sides -- he's lasting longer now, pushing himself further can't hurt. ]

I'm thinking we could also bring in more wood, too. You can rip 'em off and I'll dry 'em out; keep the fires burning even when I'm not around. What do you think?

Sounds like a plan.

[Steve gives him an encouraging smile before they head out. It's people first, firewood second, with one almost as scarce as the next. When they come across a lone tree, he makes a mental note to replant one there in the Spring - and then brings it down with a slam of his shoulder into the trunk.]

[ Whoa, whoa, that's pretty cool. Johnny stares at him, impressed and wide-eyed. ]

So, never get on your bad side, huh?

[Steve grins at him, picks one of the branches up to split in half next. The two pieces fall on either side of him.]

It's better for everyone if you don't see it.

[ Johnny goes to gather the firewood up, drying it out in his hands before he looks around for a basket to store it in. With the additional firewood, they can keep the fires in the Station burning for longer. ]

Yeah? What's that like? Do you get all 'grrrrrr'?

[ they've been all over the damn place, back and forth across the station day after day to try and make some sort of dent in the ice that just keeps coming. it's tiring, and sam isn't immediately at johnny's side until a native repeats his message, looking for a medic.

that's him, more or less. sam's got more experience with desert heat but he's got all terrains tucked away in his bag. he jogs over, the same medical kit he's been using all month at his side. it's starting to feel a little light. ]

Whatcha got for me, Johnny boy?

[ nothing new, he's sure. it's just an easy way to make conversation as he hops to the frozen man's other side to help carry his weight closer to warmth. ]

[ Johnny is very pleased to see him, make no mistake. He brightens when he spots Sam jogging over, evidently with a medic kit and all, and he stares at it before he sets the old man carefully down on one of the makeshift beds. ]

He's half frozen to death. [ He tells him -- they need to do this quick, make sure that he gets all the feeling back in his extremities again; and he's sure Sam knows exactly what to do. Johnny makes sure he's warming all the way up, his body heat evident in the biting cold, intense waves of heat keeping the immediate area around them warmer.

They make their way into the space Johnny had insulated, where a couple of other people already were working to warm themselves up by the fire he'd created for them, and he looks over at Sam, brows knitting. ] I don't know how many others are out there getting popsicled. I need to get out there again.

[ sam lays the man out as much as he can to start doing medical things shh qing i am too tired to actually research this one rn i apologize for me anyway he doesn't even look up from his work as he says; ]

The Hell you do. You ain't gonna be helping anyone if you work yourself to death. Do me a favor and gimme your hand at like, I dunno. Four hots on a scale of one to ten.

[ how do you measure flame-boy heat anyway? who knows. sam looks up to him expectantly, holding out his hand for johnny's. easy as you please, telling him what is and isn't, and he isn't gonna be heading out again just yet. ]

[ qing forgives you, faith, you beautiful little goldfish. Cue Sam doing awesome medical stuff, and Johnny curious enough to watch him, impressed at how he's doing it. He's so intrigued at Sam's skill that he doesn't even mind getting bossed around, and he holds out his hand to him, careful to heat it up nicely.

He won't head out for awhile, not while it looks like the man needs him, and he takes special care not to turn it up any higher than is comfortable. ]

Seriously, 'four hots on a scale of one to ten'? [ He's smirking at him, because no matter how much he likes Sam he can't resist poking at him now and then. He'd been good with training Johnny up, a patient teacher when it came to brawling and whipping him into shape. Between Sam and Jason, well -- he's got quite the regime going on. ] We're gonna invent a new scientific system of heat measurement at this rate.

[ giving johnny a reason to stick around is exactly why he asks for his hand - and because they're running out of heat packs, and this'll work best for now. sam takes his hand and motions for him to come closer as he lowers it to the man's neck. exposure is what got to him first, not bundled enough to stop the cold from creeping around his throat and putting him down, so it's where they'll have to start too. faith did some amount of research but the rest of this is pure, unabashed bullshit! huzzah! ]

I was gonna say we could name it after you, but "Johnny Storm's Scale of hotness" sounds dangerous.

[ cheek for cheek, young man. sam smirks at him just a little, then goes back to check and see if the man's pulse is a little stronger. johnny should be able to feel it under his fingertips. ]

C'mon, it sounds cool.

[ Johnny's glad for any distraction -- fatigue is an insidious thing that lingers at the edges of the subconscious, and he's fighting it off, stubbornly not wanting to succumb to it.

He feels the pulse, but his interest is fixed on what Sam is doing. Happy to play assistant, he muses after a moment. ] I didn't know you were a medic, too. Is there nothing you can't do?

I am really bad at Dance Dance Revolution.

[ said again with his focus on checking the man for any more points of exposure, sliding johnny's hand to the other side of his neck as he looks. it looks good, and johnny's heat should help exponentially. sam sits back and smiles at him. ]

And the whole magical powers thing, too. You got the superhero gig down, I've got the civilian hero. Makes us a pretty damn awesome team, huh?

[ he gestures to the man, whose color and breathing is already starting to improve. ]

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SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)

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SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)

FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov)

WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)

SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr)