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| Seek and Destroy; [Brotherhood, X-men, FOH] | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 2 2007, 04:11 AM (2,633 Views) | |
| Longshot | Oct 11 2007, 05:24 AM Post #16 |
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Probability, Psychometry, Cloned Origin, Empathic Charisma
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Longshot stepped out of the storage space, his pretty face spattered with blood from the Friends of Humanity who were now nothing more than the friends of worms. He had played with the surviving Kari for as long as she had been amusing, and when she ceased to be, he had slit her throat with one of his razor knives and watched as she bled out, not moving as the blood sprayed over his shoes even though they were fairly expensive. He didn't care. He hadn't paid for them. He paid for very little, actually, having more than one 'patron' who would lavish gifts upon him should he cast a glance their way. He was sought after and how lovely that was. The corridors had filled with smoke and in the distance he could hear gunshots and explosions in the background, far too many for just the Brotherhood. So, the FOH had decided to fight back, huh, drop their guise of being a civil minded political and law abiding organization, and instead reveal themselves as the highly trained army of murderers and Klansmen that they were. They might not wear white hoods, but they were the same damn thing. A sudden sharply metallic smell hit his sensitive nose and he had just enough time to turn towards the rushing sound, as the air around him turned to blood and swamped him, sweeping him off his feet. The star in his eye burst into life and he managed to hook his arm around a pipe the onslaught had wrenched from the wall, and swing himself up against the ceiling. Kicking both feet, he broke through the ceiling tiles, and up into the crawlspace. Ahead of him was a broken spot where an explosion had cracked the floor above. He emerged into the Research and Development Department, pulling himself covered from head to toe with blood like a newborn from his mother's womb. He flipped his sodden hair from his eyes and found himself face to face with someone whose handsome face was familiar to him though he had never met the man before. A memory gleaned from the cigarette plucked from the lips of one of the Brotherhood. Allen Forrester leaning over Danielle Coleman, the disgusting little mutie he had tricked and trapped. She was drugged and only half aware as he attached the electrodes to her temples. She made a small noise that could have been of protest, but it meant as much to him as the grunt of an animal would have. Longshot smiled, his teeth bleach white in his gore painted face, "Mr. Forrester." Forrester stared at the mutant who had climbed from the floor, his eyes wide in his face, "Who the hell are you?" Longshot lept into the air and kicked him in the face, hard enough to knock him to the ground, his nose broken. "I'm a friend of Dani's." Arthur told him, as he landed gracefully, a foot on either side of the man's chest. He snatched a handful of syringes full of something that glowed slightly green and said, "What is this?" "Fug you!" Forrester spat, choking on blood. Longshot plunged the first of the needles into Forrester's hand, pinning it to the ground. "Wrong answer. What is this?" Forrester screamed. "De virud! Id'd de virud!" "The virus." Longshot said, slamming the second needle into the other man's hand. "Well, this is dangerous, isn't it? We have to get rid of it." He begun his work in earnest and the words he had to say were eventually no longer something that Forrester could understand. Thankfully, he couldn't see what was happening to him once Longshot put his eyes out with the needles, and thankfully after awhile the electric shocks that were administered to him put him into a coma. Forrester would be found alive when the carnage was over, but he will have been so badly tended to by Arthur Centino, that death would have been a blessing. Allen Forrester will die six years from now, and every moment he spent from this moment until that was filled with regret and despair that he had chosen a guinea pig that Longshot had taken a liking to. |
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| Cyclops | Oct 11 2007, 07:00 AM Post #17 |
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Punches from the Punch Dimension
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The Blackbird cut through the skies over the eastern part of the country like an obsidian knife blade. Cyclops loved his plane, God how he loved it, and he did indeed think of the Blackbird as his own, which he supposed was presumptious and selfish of him, but he knew every nuance of its controls, every sound it made, every trick to getting the top performance. The controls were worn enough to fit perfectly in his grip, the lights and controls configured to the spectrum that he could see. Even now, with his head brimming with strategy and his heart heavy with dread, he felt the exhilaration of flight, and he wished idly that his father had been alive to see this craft. "We're nearing visual range of Stafford Airspace." Cyclops announced and ahead of them in the windscreen they would all be able to see the dark clouds that poured torrents of rain down on the besiged city. What they would be able to see, that Scott could not, was that the clouds boiled with black and red swirls, and the heavy rain beneath was as scarlet as the garb of the insane villainess who had called it down. "Storm, can you stop that?" Cyclops asked, as they approached the gore filled area, "If not, we are going to have to attempt a landing outside the city but that'll require us to travel in and with Quicksilver tearing up the roads and the evacuation efforts from the local authorities, it is going to be ugly to try." |
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| Wanda | Oct 11 2007, 09:46 AM Post #18 |
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Reality Warping
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The Scarlet Witch was the first to notice the new arrivals. In order to summon the bloody storm, she’d opened her mind’s floodgate to chaos and let it claim her thoughts. She wasn’t Wanda anymore… she was someone… or something else. The sky was hers alone, as she soared over the ruined town. She knew, somewhere deep inside, that she should care about the screams and destruction, but that was a very small, weak voice, easily drown by the primal urge to destroy. Through her dark clouds, she saw the sleek dark shape… coming into her sky. Even if she’d known who they were, at this point, it wouldn’t have mattered… the strange chariot was challenging her and chaos ruled her thoughts. A whirling dark funnel, ominously resembling a tornado, reached down from the dark looming clouds to the street. The winds of the tornado broke apart revealing the towering form of the Scarlet Witch, the two-lane streets of the town now resembled narrow paths and the tops of most of the town’s buildings only came up to her waist. The bloody rain ran the Scarlet Witch’s colossal figure, as she glared at the approaching intruders. The red blood streamed down her body and wide, hauntingly crazed eyes making her look like a wild woman, some fearsome nightmare from a dark era in humanity’s past. Rising slightly into the air, she gestured with her bloody hands toward the black sky-chariot. The words the Scarlet Witch screamed into the sky were incomprehensible but their result was clear; fiery demons appeared in her enormous palms, hands that could’ve easily engulfed car. She flew toward the Blackbird, her palms spewing columns of flame. Anyone with the ability to see outside the normal visual spectrum would be able to detect that the forty foot tall woman was an illusion; however, the same could not be said of the lashing bursts of flame from her hands. The fire licked the Blackbird’s skin as it banked and changed course. |
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| Quicksilver | Oct 11 2007, 07:36 PM Post #19 |
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Superspeed/ Superstrength
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Quicksilver streaked through the blood rain, his damage done. Stafford would suffer for their harboring the violent and vile bigots of the Friends of Humanity for years to come. He can hear the sirens as the authorities arrived, and he sped towards them. Some of them fired at him in a blind panic, but as he surrendered to the speed, the world stopped, and he was easily able to dodge the bullets. He ripped the guns from the terrified policemen's hands, probably breaking a few fingers in the process, but he didn't really care about that. Bones will heal far easier than bullet wounds. Spinning around he saw that in their panic to take him down, one of the officers had neglected to take into account the fleeing passersby. One of them, a man frantically running in stop motion bursts in Quicksilver's vision, was in the direct path of one of the shots. Remembering his promise not to kill anyone innocent, Quicksilver pushed the man out of the path of the bullet, causing the human to sprawl on the ground, battered but at least alive. Quicksilver crouched beside the man, shielding him for a moment as he slowed himself back to a normal speed so that he could interact normally with the human. "Your own people would have shot you dead this day." he told the man. "How little they care for life." The man did not notice him though. His eyes were wide in his face as he stared at something over Quicksilver's shoulder. The young mutant turned to see what had so terrified him, and what he saw made his pale face go even whiter beneath the streaks of blood. "Wanda..." he whispered, watching the Illusion of his sister, enormous and horrible, stride the streets like the inhuman monsters they were accused of being. Seeing this sight, Pietro Maximoff realized that they had allowed themselves to fulfill those bitter stereotypes. He turned back to the frightened human. "Run." he said, "Run until there is nowhere left to go. This town and everyone in it may die if this is not stopped." "You...you people are killing us." the man stammered. "I know." Pietro said, "And, I'm sorry for it." He shoved the man away and burst into a run, moving so quickly, so desperately, that the blood rain was ripped way by his wind before the drops could touch him. His sister was lost and it was his fault. It was all his fault. He had to stop this. He had to stop her. |
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| Warren Worthington | Oct 11 2007, 10:16 PM Post #20 |
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Warren had dropped into the co-pilot’s seat when Scott offered it to him, grateful for the chance to slip back into his old position. The motions of going on a mission had come back to him and the whole flight had gone without trouble. Until the raining blood anyway. Having cleared his actions with Scott, Warren stood up, putting a hand on the team leaders shoulder to let him know he was going and made his way to the escape hatch. On the way, he stopped at one of the equipment lockers and pulled his sheathed swords from it, strapping them to his shoulders. Finally he reached up and pulled the hooded mask over his head. It was a simple design but had a certain ‘hawkish’ look to it, going over his nose and stopping just on his cheekbones, below his eyes. He really disliked wearing it as he thought it made him look like a bit of an idiot, and just a little like something out of a strange horror film but it was necessary for the annoying fact that he had to protect his identity. Entering the next part of the Blackbird, Warren hit the button that would lower the door of the ramp, waiting for it to reach full extension before speaking into the intercom by the door. “See you all on the other side. Angel out.” He signed off and stepped out into the air. His wings opened smoothly and he flew far enough away from the Blackbird so that the draughts projected by the large aircraft no longer bothered him. He hovered for a moment, observing the chaos below him. After a moment he moved again and broke through the strange black and red clouds, grimacing as drops of blood began to hit his body. Soon it became a torrent, and he was actually glad for the mask that kept it from flowing into his eyes. “That’s just fantastic.” He muttered, trying to keep his mouth shut at the same time before he had, quite literally larger issues to deal with. Tornadoes were definitely not a fliers best friend, neither was the giant woman now making her way down the street. From her attire and obvious power, Warren took an educated guess that this was the Scarlet Witch, and while her power was slightly hard to classify, he was fairly sure this was an illusion. So that meant the actual woman was somewhere around here. Before he did anything else, he needed to find her before those flames ended up destroying the Blackbird. She was damn powerful though, Warren thought as he ducked and dived through the sky, seeking out his target. The bloody rain mostly slid off the leather of his uniform and hood but the rest stained the exposed skin of his face, slid down the neck of his uniform, and turned his perfectly white wings to a mottled deep red. |
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| Storm | Oct 12 2007, 06:04 PM Post #21 |
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The flames hitting the blackbird were indeed a worry. Storm looked around wondering what to do. It seemed as if whoever this was wanted destruction; and wanted it badly. She looked quickly at each of her teammates, then back at Scott. It seemed like she was the only one who could stop it. Worry showed on her face as she loked around. This was her first mission, what should she do? the blood was obscuring her view of the flames, but nevertheless she knew they were there. She stared into the sky and took careful consideration of what kind of clouds they were. Then an Idea Occured to the windrider. She unclasped her seatbelt, and walked t the front of the plane, to stare directly out the window. This--this woman, was challenging Ororo Munroe- the windirder. how dare she come into her sky-- no one challenged the windrider and got away with it. She wanted a tornado, well, she was certainly gonna get one... "these are my skies. You want to play then we'll play." she said angrily, and her eyes turned from their normal color to being pure white, and immediately the weather changed. The clouds swirled and changed, going from a thick cumulonimbus seeming mass, to a much larger mass, layers of clouds were adding to what the Witch had initially, adding a layer of meduium level altostratus clouds, and a high layer of cirrocumulus. "You may want to find somewhere t land the blackbird Scott." she said, as lightning split the sky-She added that one in for dramatic effect. Storm was in control of the weather now, and she was not happy. ~the last thing you want to do is piss off the windrider~ she thought to herself, as she created a northward wind shear which met with a powerful updraft, to create an invisible spinning column of air within the clouds. Luckily by now, there was enough water in the clouds to have diluted the blood, so that the rain wasn't red anymore. now she could see the flames licking the side of the jet. Storm smiled. In the span of a few moments she had created a small-but well developed-mesocyclone. "You will NOT harm us.." she muttered, and a tornado dropped out of the sky, landing in between them and the flames, and curled, now aimed straight at the Scarlet witch. The Funnel itself, rid the flames from attacking them, and effectively put out the fire. Nice one storm. Immediately afterward, she set to work on ridding the sky of the clouds. This was by far the most difficult part of anything. Ridding a storm this powerful took some concentration, and some time. Slowly, the black lower level clouds dissipated, followed by the middle layer, and finally the high level cirrocumulus.. Within a few more moments, the sun was falling on the earth, and what she saw she was not happy with. The entire area was bright red due to the blood. She shook her head, and sat down in the seat Warren had been occupying for a moment, to catch her breath and regain her energy somewhat. She figured now Warren could handle her, but she got rid of the immediate danger. "Alright, I suggest we land before that psycho woman tries anything else." she said weakly. Boy was it tiring playing mother Nature. |
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| Cyclops | Oct 12 2007, 08:00 PM Post #22 |
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Punches from the Punch Dimension
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Angel knew what needed to be done, and as Cyclops took evasive action to avoid the flames, he went to the back to the inflight escape hatch, specifically designed to allow their fliers access to the sky. It was going to get windy in here but everyone should have their seatbelts on, and the moment he got the all clear from Angel, the hatch would close. “See you all on the other side. Angel out.” came the signal and with the flip of a switch, the hatch closed. "Keep in contact." Cyclops replied to his old friend, no hint of any concern in his voice. That did not mean it was not there. He just knew that Warren was well trained and far more capable than his tendencies to play air headed playboy showed. "Marvel Girl, see if you can find the Scarlet Witch's location for him. Guide Angel in. We need her taken out as quickly as we can. Her powers are the least predictable and therefore potentially the most dangerous." Storm slipped into the co-pilot's seat as Angel vacated it, and used her powers impressively to take out the blood rain. Thank God. Creating the meso-cyclone had taken alot out of her, but it was necessary. Now that the air was clear, Cyclops could bring the Blackbird in over Stafford. He swooped around the enormous illusionary woman, and over the small city at an altitude low enough to get a quick assessment of the situation without causing any further damage to the besieged town. Honestly, it was hard to tell anything. Red gore covered everything giving it all a sense of sameness. But what was clear was that the roads were torn up to impassibilty, buildings were down, panic was in the streets, and the largest and most impressive of the buildings, the Friends of Humanity Headquarters was charred and smoking, repeatedly wracked with explosions. Most of the action seemed to be going on inside, since the X-Men could see very few people outside except for the fleeing civilians, and as they watched one of the walls blasted outward in a spray of white hot rings that only three people on the jet had seen first hand. Cyclops did not react to the evidence of his brother's involvement in the attacks, except for an almost imperceptible clenching of his jaws. "I'm bringing her down behind the facility." Cyclops said after a moment, "Assault team, I want you out first. Get inside if you can, but be safe. If your way is blocked by either FOH or Brotherhood, deal with that immediately. Search and Rescue, move around to the front as quickly as possible. I didn't see a triage set up yet, so if you need one, get on it. When Angel takes the Witch down, be prepared for retaliation by her brother." He landed the jet in the blood soaked field outside the back of the FOH Compound, without trouble. Vertical take offs and landings were what the Blackbird was designed for. The thick and revoltingly metallic smell of blood was enough to churn Cyclops's stomach as the hatch opened and he said, to his team, "Everyone makes it back." It was an order, of sorts. Cyclops wouldn't tolerate his teammates dying. "X-Men, let's move." |
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| Orbital | Oct 13 2007, 04:17 AM Post #23 |
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So this was the big leagues. In the last few weeks, Roy had been intently focused on his training -- a few hours of the Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings were reserved for some preliminary Danger Room sessions, while Tuesday and Thursday mornings were kept aside for more traditional exercise -- morning jogs, and maybe some one-on-one with Stretch during the afternoon when he had some down-time. The result of all this Danger Room training was a growth in his powers -- already, he was capable of comfortably lifting two-and-a-half tons through gravitational levitation, manipulating direction as if mass didn't matter a cent. Impressive -- and if he kept at it, the youngster could be quite a powerhouse in the X-Men ranks. Granted, he wasn't as young as some of the other recruits, but his age meant he had a more mature attitude -- and, essentially, someone the higher-ups could count on to buckle down when it came to crunch time. Roy took it all very seriously -- and in a pinch, he'd maybe be a viable second-in-command option, if the option ever arose. Time would tell. Right now, the sights of the carnage down on Stafford's streets were enough to blur the focus in Orbital's iron resolve -- but you couldn't tell from his expression. And part of him really didn't feel that remorse -- after all, these were the people that hunted and lynched mutants all across America. Maybe there was some truth to what the Brotherhood wanted -- but nothing warranted chaos like this. The gravity manipulator sat still, looking away from the window before lowing a sigh from his throat. As the Scarlet Witch's flames licked the Blackbird's hull and sent an unpleasant rock through the craft, his hands faintly gripped at the armrests -- and the person sitting near him would detect a slight flux of gravity. But perseverence was the name of the game. And as Scott began taking up his field leader position, instructing Angel and Jean, Roy affixed the communicator earpiece to the side of his head, tuning it just right -- prepped like an X-Man should be. "Assault team, I want you out first. Get inside if you can, but be safe. If your way is blocked by either FOH or Brotherhood, deal with that immediately." Scott's orders were met by Roy's supportive nod, as he rose to his booted feet, straightening the sides of his jacket. "Sure thing," he uttered in reply, before checking another glance out one of the Blackbird's side windows, to the state of the Friends of Humanity headquarters. It'll be a challenge, that's for sure. "X-Men, let's move." There was an intense look on Roy's brooding features, as he stayed behind Cyclops, at the ready to offer support, but also waiting for his lead. The rear entrance looked clear -- for now. But, judging by what they saw from Wanda Maximoff, it was hard to tell what the Brotherhood was truly capable of. |
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| Stretch | Oct 13 2007, 04:40 AM Post #24 |
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That Pepsi slurpee had gone down quite a bit in the short little voyage -- now mostly nothing but ice crystals plastered with remnants of sugary syrup, stuck to the bottom of the cup. Each sip would produce nothing but that annoying straw-sipping sound -- and Colin did it a few times before setting the cup down. The pink-skin mutant lounged in his chair, leaning back before putting his feet up on the back of the chair in front of him -- before he looked to the side, and spotted the sight of a forty-foot, flame-spewing Wanda charging at the Blackbird. His crimson-on-black eyes widened to the mean size of plates, before he leapt back out of the seat with impeccable finesse, landing on his massive bare feet. "Holy shit, what d'fuck's up wit' d'giant evil Wonder Woman comin' at us, huh?" He chimed out in his heavy accent. "Like, seriously, what d'fuck?" Eyes passed from person to person, before he feigned an intense look -- and did his very best Shatner impression. "There's ... something ... ON THE WING!" He uttered, the pauses spot-on in Shatner-esque style, before he anchored his form with a grip against the ship's side as it rocked faintly from Wanda's attack. Those eyes watched as his pal Roy affixed his communications piece to his ear -- and, clumsily nabbing his own in his large hand, Colin attempted it, heavy hairless brow lifted in annoyance, as he attempted to attach it to the unique curve of his ... ear. It wasn't working. "Aw, fuck it," he muttered in frustration, before stuffing it under the side of his luchador-style mask, where it seemed to anchor fairly well -- and he nodded to himself, almost as if commendation for a job well done. "X-Men, let's move." Scott's tone was met with a wide grin from Stretch, springing to his feet and filing in just behind Roy, flexing his form in an energetic crouch. "About damn time ... hey, let's get dis fuckin' show on d'road, 'n show dese fuckin' Brutthahood wannabes how we REALLY roll up in d'hizzy, yo!" He delivered, patting a few of his assault team cohorts on the shoulder -- before he smirked at Hallow, nudging her side as he sidled up closer, pulling the whole 'smooth-and-suave' thing. "Now ... babe, you just stick wit' me, 'n all dis shit'll go smoofly, 'n ya won't even realize it happened, y'dig?" He uttered, making a little grin to her. The Blackbird slowed to a smooth landing despite the conditions -- and out popped that bottom hatch, letting that staircase down to the blood-soaked chaos below. "Fuckin' A ... " He muttered, looking ... shocked at the sight for a moment, before glancing to his teammates. "I ain't seen dis much blood in one place since dat vampire frat had Frosh Week." But he was damn right, despite his uncouth tongue and manner -- just what could they expect on the other side? |
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| Vibe | Oct 13 2007, 05:04 AM Post #25 |
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"EVERYBODY! HIT THE DECK!" A decibel roar. A deafening rumble of bass that rocked through the quiet town of Stafford -- and one that sent police cruisers and vans flying through the air like Hot Wheels in a first-grader's playground. Staring down the battered array of officers from behind the shaded bill of his cap was Trent, dark eyes intent with his temporary role. To keep authorities from meddling. With Sabertooth's primal side under better control, he let the large, adamantium-laced mutant off into the Friends of Humanity headquarters, to help sow a bit more terror into the hearts of fearful, mutant-hating bigots. Hey, this job could be okay at times. Standing amidst the wreckage of overturned cars and the waivering, wilting sound of broken sirens, Vibe slowly looked up as the blood rain stopped -- with the rushing sound of a whirlwind. Something was up -- he knew it. What was the definite tip-off was the approaching sound of jet engines, lowering just above the headquarters buidling, and making a gradual landing approach to the rear. A quirked brow. Someone was packing some advanced transportation ... and he knew just who. Nabbing a ripped police shirt from the ground, Trent wiped the blood from his custom armor, keeping it pristene before pulling his cap out and back on his head -- and made his way around the back, to where the X-Men were attempting to enter. It was a good place to launch a counter-assault, really -- but Vibe was ready. And as the jet's entrance platform lowered, he waited for the approach of the first intercepting mutant team. The sight that would great them would be Trent walking out into plain view, right in the middle of the path -- and the distinct sound of a repeating techno beat, that sounded as if it came from a different place with every rhythm. A bit disorienting, to say the least -- and this was just a sample of what this mutant could do. Careful with this one. |
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| Mina | Oct 14 2007, 01:32 AM Post #26 |
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Throughout the somewhat turbulent flight Mina had remained rather silent, a blank expression on her features. To those that didn’t know her well it might appear that she was worried about what they might face, but the senior members of the team knew better. Her ability to create new elements from what was present in nature depended on her knowledge of each element’s molecular makeup, and as such she had the periodic table memorized. Before each mission she liked to go over most of it in her head, just to keep it fresh. Not only that, but she knew Scott could handle the Blackbird through almost anything. When they finally managed to land in an open area behind the smoking FOH headquarters Mina immediately stood up and fell into step behind Cyclops as they descended the rear hatch. Her footsteps slowed as Vibe strode into view and she stopped just before the ramp ended and the blood-soaked ground began. That strange sound effect he was currently doing caused her brows to furrow a bit and she glanced briefly to Cyclops. Judging by the explosions that occasionally rocked the FOH building they didn’t have time to waste with the walking discothèque currently standing in their way. “I’ll take care of it,” she murmured a second later before striding a few yards into the clearing. She let out a slow, calming breath, her hands held loosely at her sides as she quickly did a mental sweep of the materials she had to work with. Iron was fairly prevalent in the soil beneath her feet as well as the blood coating it but it was a poor sound dampener. What she needed was lead, and lots of it. And what wasn’t given to her, she had to create. Her senses spread out and she wrapped her mind around every single element floating around, paying special attention to the heavier metals in the ground. Lead has an atomic weight of 82 but was just a bit too soft for what she had in mind. She’d have to supplement it with iron to make it stand up to the sonic energy Vibe was capable of controlling. She raised her hands palm down in front of her, fingers spread as if she could actually feel the elements around her. What she was about to do would probably be the most destructive display of her powers many of the X-men had ever witnessed. “It’s about to get very warm out here,” she said quietly, knowing that the others would hear what she was saying thanks to the two-way transmitter in her ear. There was a second’s pause as she closed her eyes and inhaled a quiet breath, and then a massive fireball filled the air between her and Vibe, shooting upwards into the sky with the classic mushroom-cloud shape of an atom bomb. Nitrogen, hydrogen, oxygen, carbon dioxide, water vapor…Mina used all of it, ripping every atom’s nucleus apart and regrouping the protons and electrons to form lead. These she amassed together, molecules interspersed with iron, and formed a shell around Trent, effectively absorbing his sound waves. For now, at least. The plumes of fiery energy she had caused were channeled harmlessly upwards and away from the Blackbird, dissipating moments later in the sky. A quick exhalation of breath and she opened her eyes, letting her hands fall to her sides once more. “Let’s go, I don’t know how long that’ll hold him,” she said quickly, keeping a close eye on the lead dome surrounding Trent as she motioned the rest of the X-men past her. “I’ll keep this one out of commission until you are all in the building, and then I’ll meet you inside.” For a brief second she locked eyes with Scott and gave him a nod. She knew she might’ve stepped on his toes a bit there, acting without waiting for him to give the order, but they just didn’t have time to waste. When she saw an opportunity to do her part, she took it, and Scott would know that was how she worked. They’d been on enough missions together for him to know that she wasn’t trying to supersede his authority, she was just trying to make sure they accomplished their goal and that they all came back home safe and sound. |
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| Jean | Oct 14 2007, 03:18 PM Post #27 |
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Telepathy, Telekinesis
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"Marvel Girl, see if you can find the Scarlet Witch's location for him. Guide Angel in.” :: I’ll take care of it, Cyclops :: She replied to him and sent her thoughts out, searching the sky for the spark of a twisted mind. As Storm cleared away the dark clouds, Jean sat back in her seat behind Scott, looking out of the front windshield but not really “seeing” anything. Her face didn’t have a far off daydreamy expression; instead, she looked preoccupied, like someone in the grocery store who knew they were supposed to pick-up seven things but can only remember six and is sifting their memory for the errant item. The Blackbird settled smoothly on the bloody grass and Jean smiled, unable to control her swell of pride in him as Scott took charge of the situation and his team. She turned and watched him take the lead out of the jet. Jean kept her seat as everyone else prepared to leave. Her powers didn’t depend on line-of-line and her range easily encompassed the town, so there was no reason for her to leave the Blackbird; in fact, she would be more useful if she didn’t have to diligently guard against personal attacks. Jean took Scott’s pilot seat, not because she had any desire to fly it, he’d showed her the basics and she tried her best retain the information but, to her, all the little buttons and switches looked the same and besides, she could get any information about it she wanted by sifting through Scott’s mind. She didn’t get along with most of Scott’s machines, but the pilot’s chair happened to be where the door switch was located, flipping it closed once the last X-Man was out. She hesitated a moment, then switched the Blackbird’s status to – Defense Mode. Jean leaned back into Scott’s chair, strengthened her psi-shields and spread her mental feelers throughout the town: locating trapped and panicking citizens, scanning for all the Brotherhood members, particularly the other telepathy; she didn’t like the thought of her, Fate, running loose out there. But Fate wasn’t the first Brotherhood mind she detected and recoiled slightly at the distaste. :: Warren … I found her. Storm’s up-draft blew her higher up than your present location. Climb up and veer to your left. You’re close… See her? Hurry… with her mind it’s hard to tell for sure, but I think she’s planning something… :: |
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| Jayson | Oct 14 2007, 04:11 PM Post #28 |
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Stone Touch / Super Strength
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With each and every shake of the Blackbird Jayson felt her stomach protest. The planes that had taken her and Violey across America never caused her to feel motion sickness. It felt like a rollercoaster but those fun rides could never be like this. There was no blood rain, no forty-foot woman, and defiantly no ball of fire. That was the last straw, leather gloved hands gripped the chair's armrest for dear life. As soon as this jet landed she felt as though her legs would give. Tightly closed eyes didn't see Storm's mesocyclone or her attempt to clear the skies. It was too much, they had to land now. The stone-turner's mind tried to think of a game plan. The distraction was happily accepted but it couldn't calm the nerves of her stomach. Nothing could possibly achieve that. Except, maybe... "I'm bringing her down behind the facility." Cyclops said after a moment, "Assault team, I want you out first. Get inside if you can, but be safe. If your way is blocked by either FOH or Brotherhood, deal with that immediately. Search and Rescue, move around to the front as quickly as possible. I didn't see a triage set up yet, so if you need one, get on it. When Angel takes the Witch down, be prepared for retaliation by her brother." ~Thank goodness,~ Jayson's mind screamed in joy. A few moments she sat alone toward the back with her seat-belt still fastened securely. Cyclops had ordered for her to follow him and with what he just said she couldn’t understand why she felt like she did. After declaring herself ready for a mission she should be more prepared and ready as the two boys were. But no, the idea of this being her first mission had ended all her reprieve. Even Hallow's reassurance that this was a team mission didn't seem to calm the worries. "X-Men, let's move." The clicking sounds of a seat-belt sounded around the stone-turner as she undid the restraints. Taking a hair tie from a pocket she pulled her some what longish red hair back. Then twirling the band once more she made a haphazard bun. Opening her eyes at last she stood stretching her arms in the air. Performing a spin Jayson then followed quietly behind the rest of the X-men. This was her first mission and she wasn't going to act like she didn't know what to do. She was an X-men. Not even a second passed when that phrase became all she knew. Striding to Cyclops’s side Jayson looked up at him with a face full of seriousness. "Where to boss," she said as though the torment in her mind hadn't happened. She was ready to do whatever her leader ordered. |
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| iceman | Oct 14 2007, 04:52 PM Post #29 |
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Primarily Iceman post, but brief actions by Storm, and Fate. During the entirety of the flight, Bobby'had been a little queasy. It wasn't as if this was the first time he had been on the jet, but still, It was something he had to get used to. But when the blackbird started being more turbulent then ever, he shivered, and tried to keep down theb ile that threatened to rise in his throat. So he didn't like flying, so what? The sight of blood rain and that GINORMOUS woman didn't make matters any better either. Especially when she giantess began shooting flames from her hand. ~Jeeze, Superbitch, calm down.~ he thought to himself as flamed licked the blackbird's sides. Some people really needed to lighten up. Of course, this was probably a brtherhood member, and everyone knew that the majority of them had sticks permanantly shoved WAY up their ass. When Scott gave Storm the order, Bobby looked over at her, and what he saw made his heart sink momentarily. Storm was looking around worriedly, as if unsure what to do. The sinking thought hit Bobby like a ton of bricks. Had the Windrider truly lost her nerve? his thoughts were quelled in another moment, when she stood and walked over to the front of the jet almost calmly. "'Ro? where ya goin'?" asked Iceman, but he received no response. Instead, he watching in elation as Storm transformed the Storm into a powerful mesocyclone and crushed superbitch's plans. At least for now. Storm's Powers were amazing, and always left Bobby Drake in a state of awe. "Way to go 'Ro! you show that superbitch!" said Bobby, pumping his fist into the air. Almost immediately, he felt embarrased by his show of theatrics. This was a mission. He cleared his throat, and sat back while the X-jet landed. He looked around at all the other's. Everyone was either incredibly determined, or else rather worried. Bobby was one of those who was more worried than anything. The thought of being attacked by FoH AND the Brotherhood was a daunting one, and it was something that quite frightened the young cryokinetic. But now wasn't the time to worry; he had a job to do. "X-Men, let's move." With that, Iceman stood up and headed outside, where he stood next to his team leader. "Jeeze 'Ro, you totally kicked a--" his praise was cut short by the appearance of a Brotherhood member. He prepared himself almost immediately, going from his flesh and blood form into his Ice form. Luckily-for the Brotherhood dude-- Mina beat him to the punch, and she stood there, waiting for everyone to pass by and get to their stations. "what do we do Storm?" asked the Iceman. Hopefully 'Ro wouldn't freeze up now as she had seemed she was going to do on the plain. But once again, the windrider proved her prowess as a leader. Storm turned to Dacoras, and her blue eyes fixed on the shapeshifter. "I need you to stay outside, Get the people who are injured out of here. Use your Dragon form is you must, and only engage brotherhood members if threatened. Remember: our job is primarily to rescue, not to fight." then her head turned back to Iceman, and she gave a grim smile. "Bobby, I want you around the perimiter at first, check to see if their is anyone who needs help. When finished, start heading up the floors to rescue those who have been wounded inside." she put a hand on his shoulder and nodded. "take care Iceman." Bobby nodded in grim understanding, and looked his leader in the eyes. "What about you?" he asked, worry in his eyes. "I'm heading up to the top of the building. It's been crippled, and I need to get to the innocent at the top first." she said, and without another word, Storm Flew off towards the top of the building. Iceman nodded to Dacoras, and turned around to face the building. "I'm here if ya need me." he told her, and rushed off to find the wounded. Walking around the Building, Iceman didn't notice anyone. It seemd that there was no one near the perimiter. Just as Iceman was about to turn and head into the building to rescue those trapped inside, he saw a young woman crouched in a corner. His first thought was that she was beautiful, with brunette locks curled to perfection. "Maam, do you need help? he asked, and walked forward catuiously. The woman looked up, and Iceman immediately recognized who she was. The Brotherhood Telepath, Fate. Fate entered his mind immediately, and made herself seem invisible. Iceman looked around wildly for the woman who had vanished from in front of him, worry now etched in the lines of his frozen face. Just as he turned around, a powerful telepathic blast hit him right in the head. His head shot back, and he fell to the floor, gasping for air. He heard the click of heels as they ran around the other side of the building. Strange. She wasn't trying to kill him. He stood up slowly, and pressed the button in his transmitter. "everyone, I found Fate. She was on the perimeter of the building, but somehow made herself seem invisible. I think she's using her telepathy. Everyone keep an eye out." he said, and turned and made his way inside to find the injured. Just as he opened the door, he caught sight of She-hulk running at him, a look of fury on her face. "MUTIE!" she shrieked, picking up a gun and aiming it at the cryokinetic. Without thinking, he lifted his hands, and fired a beam of ice right at the woman, freezing her in her tracks. "Calm down chica." he said, and continued to walk down the hall. as he reached the first office door, a low moan reached his ears. Turning, he walked inside and found a man on the floor, bleeding profusely from his chest. Bobby rushed to his side and leaned over the man. "sir, you're going to be alright." he said, as he applied pressure to the wound. The man merely looked at him with semi-glazed eyes. There was no denying it: this man was in his death throes. "she was here... blue... ruining our...plans..." the man whispered urgently, and then closed his eyes for the last time. So... Mystique was in the building. He knew it was only a matter of time before the assault team found her, and there was nothing he could do about it. So he resumed his search for the imjured, now more afraid and worried than he had ever been, This was turning out to be quite the mission; and Iceman didn't like it one little bit. |
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| Valyn | Oct 15 2007, 01:09 AM Post #30 |
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Depending on someone else in the sky was a completely new experience for Talyndal. It was nerve wracking. Not being able to control herself in the sky, if something went wrong they'd plummet to the ground below. However, she managed to remain moderately calm, although she was rather paler than usual, by telling herself that she could depend on Scott's piloting skills. And that she'd be useless at the scene if she flew the entire way by wing. However… the sight of the woman looming over them, the blood falling from the sky, and then… freakin’ fireballs shooting toward them … It was a bit too much. She stared, blank of any expression whatsoever. This was messed up. ~ Right… that’s why we’re here ~ Dacoras told herself, waiting in a semblance of calm for her time. Watching as Angel left to deal with the Scarlett Witch and Storm countered the woman's attacks. "X-Men, let's move." Talyn quickly undid her restraints and darted out of the Blackbird after the others. It was time for action. She looked to Storm, waiting for her orders. Storm turned to Dacoras, and her blue eyes fixed on the shapeshifter. "I need you to stay outside, Get the people who are injured out of here. Use your Dragon form is you must, and only engage brotherhood members if threatened. Remember: our job is primarily to rescue, not to fight." “Understood,” she replied immediately. She’d do the search and rescue. She looked around at the carnage, with a slight frown. She had a feeling that would she'd find wouldn't be pretty. However she steeled herself, to go and do her part. "I'm here if ya need me." The Dragon nodded to Iceman, and went off herself to find and help anyone she could. Despite her attire, she appeared to be a regular girl. Unless it was necessary she wouldn't 'shift to dragon, this way she could get the injured parties out of danger without drawing attention and without them fighting back. That would be troublesome. To say the least. She saw a fallen man, and tugged on someone's arm that was hovering around the perimeter looking panicked and dazed. "Hey, help me get him out of here," the dragon girl said insistantly. From the dazed look on the others face, he was in shock or had taken a blow to the head. But the first thing - get them out of the area. "Can you get him? We have to stick together." The guy nodded numbly, not realizing the slender girl was taking most of the other's weight as well as supporting him. At the same time, her eyes flickered around, looking for others and any possible dangers. |
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