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| Wandering into Trouble; [Kate, Jara, Open] | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 8 2007, 05:58 PM (868 Views) | |
| Cyclops | Oct 14 2007, 10:06 AM Post #16 |
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The stones flew through the air towards Warren and suddenly a scarlet beam sliced through them, shattering them into dust. Landing firmly from Jean's telekinetic boost, Scott Summers stood there, dressed in what was obviously his sleeping clothes, sweats and a t-shirt, shoes thrown on but untied, hair uncombed, face unshaved. He'd just been settling into his bed after spending a wonderful night with Jean, when she'd spoken to him, told him what the situation was, and flown him there, without hesitation. He preferred his flying to be done inside a plane, but one could not be as close to Jean Grey as he was and not have adjusted to periodic flights under her power. His feet lifted a few inches off the ground as it began to shake, not affecting and through his link with Jean he thanked her calmly, silently. His hand came up to his visor again and he said, "This is private property, and two of you definitely don't belong here." He flicked his eyes to Warren and Kate, seeing that both were bleeding but not badly hurt. "Kate, come here please." he said, still infuriatingly calm, no sign that he had been asleep before this. Despite his attire, he could have been in full uniform after training. "Step away. Neither of these women are going to hurt you. In fact, the cat is going to let go of my friend, now, or we're going to see if her head is harder than my optic blasts. I have a feeling it's plenty hard, but my beams are going to do just fine against her." ::Jean,:: he thought, ::We have a second guest. Earthbased powers of some sort. Haven't seen her before. Scan her thoughts for a weakness and do what it takes.:: He extended a hand to Kate, "Now, if you please, Kate. It's all right." He was using her first name, trying to calm her and get her to listen to him without hesitation. |
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| Jara | Oct 14 2007, 02:43 PM Post #17 |
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Knuckle-deep in blood. Now that was a condition Jara would more than happily get used to. Her fingers continued to worm their way inside the live meat, plucking at tendons and delicate veins with her drawn claws like guitar strings. She knew exactly where his arteries were, which nerves to strike to send the most pain up his arm… and all without killing him. A person like Jara knew just where to hit to incapacitate a man, or kill them, whichever struck her fancy. And it wasn’t because of some God-forsaken instinct—she’d spent a lifetime, more than even she knew, training. Desensitation to violence, a hyper-developed propensity for aggression, sufficiently unhinged so that she didn’t give a shit when she killed. She existed solely for killing, and God did she love her job. She lived for reactions like Warren’s… well, maybe not all of them. She felt the branch in her hand grow heavier, his hold on it released. If she hadn’t been so focused on possibly getting walloped by the damned thing, she would have dodged the punch. Instead, she took it square on the jaw, hearing her teeth snap together inside her head. She gave a small hiss, a subtle shift in her stance bracing her against ground, readying for another maneuver. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her lip—her eye teeth cut the inside of her mouth pretty good—but it didn’t run for long, a quick lap of her tongue bringing it back in, growling at the metallic taste. “That was cute. My turn,” she murmured, and she pulled sharply at Warren’s wrist, ripping his flesh open further, the half-smile-half-smirk on her lips enough of a clue to her intentions. Biting someone’s head off couldn’t have been more literal. Warren was as good as fucked. Until a forgotten little factor decided to remind Jara she was still there, and yanked at her poor abused tail. It was about the only time she showed just a hint of pain, coming out as a small whine of discomfort. Hey, her ass was about to get yanked out. What the hell would you have done? “I thought you’d learn by now. Pendejita.” Her hold on the branch shifted into a spearer’s grip, her body twisting around and driving the end of the bough into Kate’s gut. And she would have impaled her forcibly, had a certain redhead telepath not intervened. Ironically, Jara was just about to release Warren, but the shapeshifter was familiar with the sensation of telepathic intrusion. And frankly, she hated it. It gave her a dull, distant sort of headache at first, something she’d never really been able to explain. Not to mention that the last time she’d gone out for a meal, a telepath had cut her dinner plans short as well (it didn’t help that she was trying to eat said telepath, but alas). She dropped the oh so dreaded branch, and her muscles contracted against their will, creating a distinct ache in her body as she rebelled against the invisible force. But as retribution, her grip inside Warren’s arm only strengthened, and Jara wasn’t concerned with just causing pain. The longer she held her fingers in there, that he squirmed against the edges of her razor sharp claws, the more damage he inflicted upon himself. Up to that point, her growls were something of a constant, even as Jean spoke into their minds and projected images of… a kitten? “What the hell? He’s not mine, if that’s what you’re driving at,” Jara scoffed, her speech directed at the non-present Jean. Her sneer lost a little of its bravado as Jean elaborated with her threat, the derisive smirk on her features turning into a snarl of utter disgust and hate, her feline half threatening to break through. “And I’m the psychopath? That’s just sick, Grey. Real sick.” But Jara maintained her hold. Why? Because like hell she was going to cop out to some mind-reading bitch. “Besides, I like this one. I think I just might keep him,” she snickered. She might have looked beat, but Jara was not one for defeatism. She paused, however, sniffing the air almost cutely, though the scowl that manifested was anything but. “UGH! Miss Jag, what have I told you about playing with your food,” she chuckled at her own wit. UGH! Grayson. Seriously, were the planets aligned against her? Some cosmic alliance got together and said ‘hey, let’s pick on Jara all at once. Won’t that be a jolly good time?’ And yes. The cosmos spoke in a snooty British accent. Ursula had to be one of the most obnoxious people at the Brotherhood. Jara couldn’t stand her.. probably because their arrogant, taunting, and slightly narcissistic personalities were just too damned much alike. Though Jara won the ‘crazy bitch’ title, hands down. “Gracias, Captain Cliché,” Jara muttered, rolling her eyes. She was really getting sick of this taunting and bullying at her expense. When they got home, Ursula could expect to find a whole lot more rouge in her cosmetics. Wholly organic, and slightly foul smelling. But she heard from somewhere that pig’s blood worked wonders for the pores. Or was that goat’s milk? Jara’s main concern was getting the mind-reading bitch out of her head. Ursula.. wasn’t exactly helpful in that department, unless her idea of auxiliary support involved pelting people with rocks. She watched the stone shower flair, not feeling safe at all in the line of fire. A beam of concussive red light quelled that. “Oh thank God.. wait, no!” This was getting ridiculous. “I can’t deal with this shit. I haven’t even had my coffee,” she muttered grumpily. “…In fact, the cat is going to let go of my friend, now, or we're going to see if her head is harder than my optic blasts. I have a feeling it's plenty hard, but my beams are going to do just fine against her.” Jara laughed ruefully, sighing. They wanted the overgrown pigeon? They could have him. One by one, her fingers slipped out of Warren’s wrist, but her claws were snared inside. They made just as much damage going in as it did out. She licked them clean before crossing her arms over her stomach, trying to give her tail a nonchalant flick, but the appendage was refusing to cooperate. Oh yea. Something was broken there. “Happy? By the way, I think I might have cut something important in there. You might wanna get that checked, birdie,” Jara cooed, watching his blood flow more copiously in the absence of her fingers in the wounds. Maybe she shouldn’t have removed them at all. Oh well. You get what you ask for. Nothing more, nothing less. “Now, if it isn’t so much to ask, put me the fuck down already. Oh, yea. Pretty please?” ((1141 words. That's what happens when you swamp me with posts. Beat that XDDD)) |
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| Kate | Oct 14 2007, 10:05 PM Post #18 |
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Kate was just about ready to throw up at the sight of all the blood that was leaking from between Jara's claws. She found that as long as she didn't actually look at the blood, the thought that Warren was being hurt spurred her to keep defending him. About the give the tail another good yank, Kate was unprepared when Jara spun around, her claws still in Warren's wrist, and sank the tree branch into her gut. It didn't go through her clothing, thank goodness, but for the second time that morning Kate found herself on the forest floor, gasping for breath in pain. From there, everything seemed to happen at once. Jara seemed to be frozen in place, and for a moment Kate was confused, wondering just what had happened, but then Jean's mental voice echoed throughout their heads. While the situation at hand wasn't funny, Kate found herself giggling just the slightest bit at the mention of Jara playing around with a ball of yarn, just because the idea was so ludicrous. Whatever humor Kate had found in the situation vanished again as the ground suddenly started trembling. Rocks started levitating -- several narrowly missed Kate as she struggled to sit up. From the woods came yet another member of the Brotherhood, and she was obviously the one manipulating the earth. While Kate struggled to get to her feet, clutching her still-sore stomach, she pondered going over and attacking what's-her-face -- Ursula, but Kate didn't know her name nor did she care to know it -- but even that plan floundered and died when Scott added himself to the mix. Thankful for his interference, Kate started limping towards him, sheepish and feeling like an idiot for starting all of this. What a first impression to make. While Scott didn't look particularly mad, he didn't look like he was anything else either, telling the girl that he was hiding his emotions pretty well. Nevertheless, she did as she was told, going to stand cautiously in his shadow. Though she couldn't resist glaring once more at Jara, who had started this whole mess. Kate was swiftly growing fond of her new family at the mansion, and anyone who attacked this new family would really get it. |
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| Warren Worthington | Oct 14 2007, 10:15 PM Post #19 |
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That was a fairly large amount of blood Warren thought a little hazily as punching Jara in the face backfired spectacularly, the shape shifter yanking her claws sharply up through skin, muscle, tendons and arteries. She’d already cut through sections of the inside of his wrists with obvious glee, leaving him without a whole lot of feeling in his hand, his fingers barely twitching when he tried to move them. Now though, the pain was excruciating and she clearly intended to keep going. His jaw was clenched so tight his teeth were grinding together as he tried not to cry out, his face pale. He was not going to give this bitch the satisfaction. He recognised that he needed to get out of this situation, grab Kate and run. Or fly, but his mind and body weren’t quite running in synch. He had to hand it to Jara; she knew exactly what to do to cause maximum pain and blood loss without actually killing someone. And then Jara’s attention was taken by Kate, still tugging on her tail. He winced as the woman slammed the branch backwards into the girl. He reached out instinctively, hand closing around her wrist, so she couldn’t get another hit in but at the moment Jean intervened and he let his free arm drop away. “Whatever she’s telling you. Believe me, she’ll do it.” Warren grated out as Jara dug in further. He supposed he could his free arm now to do some damage, but it wouldn’t help anymore and there would be no satisfaction in it. He thought things would have ended there until they were joined by another member of the Brotherhood. As she let fly a volley of rocks at him, Warren pulled his wings in around him tightly, inadvertently including Jara in the cocoon of safety. The familiar sound of Cyclops’ energy beam firing split the air and none of the rocks made contact. Warren couldn’t help the relief that flooded his body as he heard his friend speak, the authority clear. His relief was furthered when Scott asked Kate to walk towards him, meaning she was okay. The rumbling in the ground made Warren stumble, sharp pain shooting through his knees but he kept his balance. He had the ridiculous urge to laugh then, despite it all…or more accurately because of it all. That particular desire was soon quelled when Jara began removing her claws, his body instinctively curving around and pulling his arm into his body. He half wished she’d leave them in there as one of them caught on something inside the now open cavity of his inner forearm; there was a moment of resistance and then whatever it was yielded to her claws with a startling gush of blood. A sound did escape Warren’s lips then, he couldn’t help it, his face draining completely of colour. “Much obliged.” Warren managed to force out, his tone sarcastic but his voice hoarse and taught. He stumbled a few steps away, leaning against a tree with his shoulder; breathing shallow and rapidly. He crossed his injured arm across his stomach, hand completely limp, crimson blood staining the grey material of his sweatshirt. His healing wasn’t particularly effective in the short run but he was aware he would have bled out pretty quickly without it. How ironic. He looked over at Scott, attempting humour. “As crazy as she is, I think the lady might be right.” He told his friend, his lips forming into something that was almost a smile as he pressed his uninjured hand against the wound in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding, dark tracks working their way through his fingers. He couldn’t believe how much damage Jara had done in such a short time. |
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| Cyclops | Oct 14 2007, 10:56 PM Post #20 |
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Kate went to stand behind Scott, though he hadn't told her to get behind. He was pleased she did it though. The girl was very young, younger than he would ever consider putting on a team, but she seemed to instinctively follow orders completely and quickly. He admired that. Stepping to a safe vantage point without posturing and protesting was a mark of someone who understood their abilities and knew when they were over their head. There was no hope for someone who demanded the spotlight when it meant their deaths, and there was no shame in asking for help when it was needed. As the girl passed him, he put his hand on her shoulder, giving it a brief squeeze, though he did not move his eyes from the two Brotherhood women, not that anyone could see behind his visor. The two women were obviously not friends, and their bickering was even more evidence that everyone on the Brotherhood was a disagreeable piece of work. How could an organization like that even co-exist, much less proclaim to have the skills necessary to save the mutant race? Absolute nonsense. Jara released Warren, and though the blood's red gore looked strangely flattened in Scott's already crimson vision, there was an awful lot of it, enough to smell metallic in the cold morning air. She mocked them, claiming to have hurt him badly. Warren seemed to agree and Scott said, "Get Kate to the mansion and get yourself to Akito. Jean and I will take care of our guests." |
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| Jean | Oct 15 2007, 07:56 PM Post #21 |
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JP between Jean and Scott "Get Kate to the mansion and get yourself to Akito. Jean and I will take care of our guests." Scott had said to Warren but Jean had a closer look at his injuries. She felt his pain and his body slipping into shock. It was one of the drawbacks of Scott’s handicapped sight; he was notoriously bad at gauging the severity of wounds. :: I don’t think he’ll making it that far, Scott. I’ve got him… both of them. :: Scott heard Jean's words and said, via their link, :: Get them home, then, Jeannie.:: As they rose into the air, he looked at his friend and said, "I'll be there as soon as I am done taking the trash out." Jean’s thoughts reached out and enveloped Kate where she stood and Warren from the ground, where he’d collapsed after Jara took pleasure in releasing him so viciously; she was going to pay for that bit of cruelty. Together, Warren and Kate rose swiftly on a cushion of air and, like a magic carpet ride… minus the actually carpet, the two were speeding over the tree tops and toward the nearest side entrance. :: I’ve got the med-team on their way, War. :: She sent her thought to both Warren and Kate. To lighten the mood she added, :: Lay back and let me do the driving for once. :: Jean had trained for many years to have not only strength and control but to multi-task as well; while Warren and Kate were flying over the trees, Ursula was involuntarily revealing a need to stay near the Earth or her powers would malfunction and she would become ill. Jean enclosed the Earth manipulator in an unbreakable telekinetic grip and lifted her off her feet, moving her over next to Jara. “Now, if it isn’t so much to ask, put me the fuck down already. Oh, yea. Pretty please?” Jean paused before answering Jara, :: Did I promise to release you, if you released him? :: Then Jean turned her attention to Scott, :: I’ve got her weakness, Scott. Any parting words for our unwelcome visitors? :: Jean floated the injured away and he turned back to the intruders, "Now, what was I saying about you being trespassers? Oh, yes, I think it is time to mark the property line." He fired his beams into the ground near their feet, gouging a trench across the clearing, the implication clear. This was not going to happen again or his beams would not hit the ground. With the demonstration over, Jara and Ursula shot skyward, leaving the Xavier mansion. They were high into the clouds when Jean finally stopped their ascent. |
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| Jara | Oct 31 2007, 03:26 PM Post #22 |
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((O-tay, I'm gonna go ahead and post in here to start giving this thread a bit of closure. Ursula, you're up next after this one.)) Ah, yes, this was turning into a fine mess. Jara sort of had a penchant for getting into these things. Good God, there was no such thing as an easy meal these days. Had she not been suspended by telekinesis, Jara would have given Warren a curtsy in response to his words... that, or viciously mauled him. There didn't have to be copious amounts of blood involved to send her bloodlust on edge, a low crooning growl becoming a constant note in her voice. Sure, she wouldn't be able to get a bite in, but sooner or later, she was going to get her fix from someone. Jean paused before answering Jara, :: Did I promise to release you, if you released him? :: Jara gave an insolent sigh of frustration, lips wrinkling in a tried snarl. Perhaps it was a bit of wishful thinking to think she'd get out of this without a hitch. Kate chose that precise moment to throw Jara a dirty look, at which the balam suddenly laughed, giving the girl a wide, fanged smile. "Real easy to act tough when someone else is bailing your ass. Think they'll always be around?" she asked, amber eyes fixed upon the youth. A blast of crimson flared near her feet, searing the earth with what Scott intended to be some sort of manly warning. Jara merely scoffed--sure, that could probably blast a hole into her midsection, but what's the fun in thinking about those things? "Or will you spend a lifetime inside a fence? You've got come out sometime, chica." And Jara would be waiting, along with people like her. It was easy for them to focus on the metamorph, personify all things evil and dark and contrary to their ideals with her image. But let's face it--there were things far worse than her. It was something inevitable, like combating a rising tide. It didn't matter how many sandbags you stacked up; the water's just going to keep on coming, and when the levee does break, you're fucked. Jara felt a slight shift in the altitude of her suspension, looking to the side at Ursula, who was pretty much in the same boat as her. Oh, this was not going to be pretty. And there were no air sickness bags on this flight. "Oh shit.." Famous last words. And without another moment's hesitation, the pair were zooming past the tree line and into the skies, Jara giving a genuine shriek of fright at the less than natural mode of transport. No cat jokes, please, or cliche 'you think she'll land on her feet' comments. We're well past that. |
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| Ursula Grayson | Nov 3 2007, 11:16 PM Post #23 |
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[[ ooc: Oh, sorry. I was thinking about doing one but than for some reason.. my mind started to wander and I completely forgot. ]] How could she have gotten into this mess? Ursula didn't even like Jara all that much. Their personalities clashed far too many times. But it was a fellow Brotherhood member and she couldn't just leave her to her demise, now could she? Of course not. No matter how much she despises the other. Not to mention she wanted to be the hero to save a fellow teammate. She believed that if she saved her she would have gotten highly praised and she could rub it in everyone else's faces. But apparently, not a moment too soon, they found themselves telekinetically lifted into the air and Ursula lost balance. Her powers weren't diminished, but she found it too hard to actually think something up to get them down from their current obscurity. "Real easy to act tough when someone else is bailing your ass--" For the most part, Ursula agreed to what the kitty cat was speaking of. The itty bitty girl that all of this chaos started over in the first place had it coming, one way or another. She decided to voice her opinion, "Little brats like you deserve to be devoured by.." She first briefly paused to send a sneer towards the floating Jara next to her then continued. "..Kittens." It was pretty much an intended insult but wasn't big enough to start a fight over. But who knows, Jara does have the "crazy bitch" title that she upholds quite nicely. But then again, this mystery person had the two suspended into the air. They couldn't be capable of much immobilized. Not too long after, the air felt thinner as she and her feline companion were heaved backwards through the night sky. Ursula twirled and screamed up a storm. She couldn't help it. Being so damn close to the earth, it was in her nature to immediately feel unsafe. Well, not like soaring through the air - many stories high - didn't do the trick. Obviously, the sky wasn't her best vacation spot. No, she wanted down, and she wanted down now. She looked over at her partner and saw practically the identical thing she was doing herself. Who could blame them? "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," she yelled over and over. |
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