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| Ultimate Marvel | Apr 13 2011, 01:10 PM Post #11 |
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| Bolt | Apr 26 2011, 06:22 AM Post #12 |
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"What's wrong with you?" Chris asked, his voice cracking when the icicle decided that he'd rather play with a helicopter than sparky-sparky-boom-boom guy. As glad as Chris was not to be hit with the ice club, he wasn't heartless and his chest tightened as the helicopter went down. Two things were very clear to Chris. The first was why mutants had such a bad rep. You couldn't say that every one of them was evil. It was just the ones who did things like take down helicopters and kidnap president's daughters were such big news stories. Everyone tunes in to watch a catastrophe. It was that relief that you had escaped from harm that drew people in. The second bit of information that was clear to Chris was that he couldn't just stand around and gape like an idiot. He needed to do something, and those people in the helicopter were a good place to start. With the iceman distracted Chris splayed his hands, the migraine that threatened to rip his head apart lessening as the charge he had built up emptied itself on his opponent. Lightning might not have an effect on ice, but the heat it generated might. While Chris might not be willing to admit that he was a mutant yet, he couldn't deny that he was doing some pretty unnatural stuff. Maybe this was all just an elaborate dream he was having on the bus ride. As unlikely as that was, because who would dream up a migraine really, it was easier to believe then his current situation. |
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| Dark Seraphim | Apr 29 2011, 10:25 AM Post #13 |
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”Understood, will focus on Riot. Try using high voltage shocks to try and disrupt his influence, reset their neural pathways. Remember humans are like organic machines...” She replied as he saw the civilians coming her way, and as he spoke of being the spark then she knew she had to find a way to draw him from the crowd. She had jumped the gun with her use of tear gas, however she had to suppress the crowd for as long as she could. She made it off the van in time and looked at the attackers, as they swung their weapons she disarmed three of them and then used them to take out the others by throwing them towards them. Three more came at her from behind as she had to defend herself, one of them a cop fired a bullet at her but it was deflected by her suit. “Same thing different means I’m afraid, I’d rather take you alive but I have no issues with bringing in a corpse if you force my hand...” Shaking off any kind of grip this influence might have taken she moved to cut Riot off again, this time moving to herd him away from the mob and towards a place where they would have no interference. She made sure that he was focused on her and if anything she was hoping Captain America would use any openings she gave him to attack, someone like him was not going to go down using conventional tactics. As she moved she cut in an upward slice towards Riot with her blade when she had an opening in an effort to destroy the bat he carried, she was not going to keep it hidden when it was good for disarming anyone who was armed. ”I know where those like us will end up when we die, I’ve been there and trust me hell easily lives up to its name...” She added in the end with a knowing smile as she looked at Riot, she would not unwittingly send another soul to a place that such a soul could become a tool or a weapon for one of the many demons who ruled the various realms of hell. |
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| Wolverine II | May 27 2011, 08:43 PM Post #14 |
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Jimmy was already out in the city when the news of the mutant attack reached his ears. "For all the good we do some idiot has to go and ruin things for us again." he said to himself as he got on his bike. "This is stupid, I shouldn't even be going to this anti-mutant hate fest, I'm gonna get thrashed." he said while putting on his helmet and starting his bike up. Taking off he headed in the direction of where the anti-mutant rally was being held at. By the time he got close enough to get a view of things he watched as a helicopter was shot out of the sky by a large hurled javelin thing from who he assumed was the mutant attacking the rally. He looked like he was starting to get pushed back by that one SHIELD agent he saw during the Inferno incident. He saw people fighting all over the place, was this the mutants doing? As he got closer he felt a rage building inside him the likes of which he'd never experienced before, he was practically foaming at the mouth from it. He felt these animalistic urges growing in his mind the closer he got, it had to be the mutant attacking. He was sure of it and that just seemed to piss him off further. He revved the bike to its max as he pointed it at Riot and Seraphim and jumped off at the last second as the bike flew at Riot. He rolled along the ground several times before leaping into a crouched position and extended his claws. He wanted to rip this guy apart right now but he knew he needed to get those people out of the helicopter. He whipped around and charged at it yelling out as he swung his right fist of fury and swiped at the side of the helicopter, then again with his left fist, he continued clawing away at the helicopter viciously until the whole side of it just fell to pieces and formed an opening large enough for the men inside to get out of. "Get the hell out of here!" he snarled at them and then took off. He turned back around and his attention back on Riot, he was about to go over there and jam his claws right into his chest but he was jumped by a group of the mutant haters. He snarled and yelled out as he started throwing them around, his anger growing rapidly. "GET THE F*** AWAY FROM ME!" he yelled as he tossed them aside. How was he gonna be able to be much help to these people if his own rage drove him to kill them? After he cleared them all away he was so mad that he was screaming wildly like some animal. He took off into a full sprint directed at Seraphim and Riot, yelling, no screaming at the top of his lungs. "I'M GONNA RIP YOUR F***ING HEART OUT!" he screamed. At his current speed and feral rage overwhelming him and their close proximity to each other there was little chance that Seraphim was going to escape Jimmy's rampage in the next two seconds. He lunged forward with both arms reeled back and the moment he was close enough he lashed out with both of them, his claws going to tear through anything they touched. Seraphim might be lucky though, Riot was Jimmy's original reason for showing up so that's where his rage was primarily directed. (OoC: Not sure how this one will turn out, originally intended to help but the feral took over more then I thought it would so Jimmy might not be so much on the helpful side of things until Riot is taken out.) |
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| Ultimate Marvel | Jun 1 2011, 03:29 PM Post #15 |
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| Jaguar | Jun 8 2011, 01:30 PM Post #16 |
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The talk of riot had Tyson's attention remarkably fast. Mutants fighting? Violent crowds? Lots of aggression? Sounded like ole' Victor was very maybe there. Something like that pulled a grin on Tyson's face - it wasn't the innocents brawling to their deaths that entertained him; that was more of a fascination (being that he WAS a Creed, death brought him a morbidly odd interest). The concept of finding dad? Dealing with some previous issues? Battle out? THAT was far more interesting to him. This was a trip he had to make on foot - why make a flashy entrance if he was going to check out some goings on first? As he approached the crowd, he stopped and leaned his head back, inhaling the scents in the air. Raw, passionate anger. It always sent a funny chill through the young mutant's body. Never was sure why, though. Probably something else to do with his father. Which, speaking of, his smell wasn't coming up - even in the slightest. There was no trace of his own family. His brethren though..what was that? He continued to sniff the air. Tyson didn't know it..he didn't recognise it..but it seemed familiar. That was enough of a reason for him to start trying to find out what was going on. With his bulking muscles - barely restrained by his black t-shirt, topping a pair of very baggy, loose fitting jeans, Tyson began to shove through the crowd, given the odd complaint and shout; which he ignored. Every time he touched someone, however..it brought a strange sensation over him. Like..he just wanted to lash out. Start swinging and clawing at everyone and anyone. Not that he was going to for no reason..well, maybe wouldn't With what he was feeling, control was becoming an oddly difficult to keep a hold of. Animal instincts were beginning to set in. How it would feel to claw someone apart, see the red fly.. No! He couldn't do that!..Could he? As he looked at his hands, his talons had long since extended themselves. Apparently, he had less of a grasp of a situation than he thought. And, soon, he was in the middle with the others. A motorcycle, a guy with claws, a guy with a baseball bat, and a woman who was jumping around, trying to manipulate routes. And not a single one of them was Sabretooth. But, he had come this far. Time to find out hat the hell was going on, looking between everyone, claws by sides, a defence stance in place. |
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| Dark Seraphim | Jun 14 2011, 10:09 PM Post #17 |
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Discordantentity for those who need to know...
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Her attack deflected Nicole found herself pushed to the side, this guy was strong but she was persistent and strong in her own way. Just as she recovered from her attack she saw Jimmy coming in and remembered him from the high school, she had to warn him about this one so she barely avoided his charge and swung around behind Riot with a sharp look of disgust at his attitude. "You really think your going to survive this, now you've got me and the kid to handle... Watch out for his touch kiddo, he manipulates rage and amplifies it! We gotta take him down and if we cannot then we gotta kill him. I'd prefer the former!" She said the last line towards Jimmy so he would know and then she prepared to attach again from behind, going for a low shot to his legs to take them out from under him so that he would be forces to recover and lose any edge he had. With a low sweeping kick she went for the back of his knees, and launched a fist towards the middle of his lower back with the intent of using this opportunity to land a good blow on Riot. She knew it was risky fighting near Jimmy, but it had to be done and tactically this could work out to her advantage as she could use Jimmy as a distraction and as an ally to defeat this formidable opponent. |
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| Bolt | Jul 11 2011, 09:11 PM Post #18 |
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The problem with language is that it never develops fast enough. Humans do not gain the ability to talk until they have some level of independence established. What new parent wouldn't love to understand why the baby is crying? But it wasn't just that humans don't obtain the gift of gab at the appropriate time. Sometimes, there just aren't enough words in the dictionary to say what you want to. And when you want to drop an ultimate swear that would offend all people because you have a chain of ice spikes coming at you, well... Chris would happily have thrown the entire encyclopedia, from A to Z on top of Webster's head. A mugging he was prepared for. Getting lost in the streets, not a problem. Having your own personal arch nemesis when you aren't even sure what you are doing? How does somebody prep for that? "Just stay down!" he finally managed to shout at Zero. It accomplished nothing, for there were still the spikes to worry about, and they were getting all the more closer. Out of desperation Chris grabbed onto a nearby street lamp. Ice on its own was a disaster for the teen who could, and had tripped over nothing. He was worse then a toddler sent out into a rink for a hockey game when winter rolled around. This ice was more dangerous because it was freakin' pointy! The second his hand made contact with the street lamp it felt like Chris had gotten kicked in the head. College life so far had shown him that too many energy drinks will knock you out. This feeling was incredibly close to that. His bones were buzzing, his brain screaming. It was cool. "Back off!" he shouted at Zero once again, using the arm not holding onto the street lamp to direct a lightning strike towards Frosty the homicidal maniac. |
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