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| Leave No Survivors; Wolf's Head Attack Team | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 17 2008, 10:38 PM (4,017 Views) | |
| Banshee | Sep 29 2008, 10:33 PM Post #31 |
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He could hear the crying, the screams, the pain vocalised and the anguish uttered could be heard by Sean, filling his stomach with dread. Picking them out in between the large roar of the Blackbirds engines, it truely was shaping up to be a bad fight. A rescue mission if you would, but from what Sean knew of the Brotherhood, there may not be much to save. A bunch of crazed supremcists with too much power for their own good? That was bad news in anyones books, not even counting if that power could involve easily killing people with just a flick of the wrist. Nothing good ever came from anger and hatred. He sat in the Blackbird, looking at the rest of his team. Logan and Warren were good fighters, who could brawl with the best of them. Skin, Sean didn't know much about the younger mutant, but here he could see how the younger man would react to a full on massacre. He could still hear them, even after he tried to block it out. Sometimes being able to hear everything wasn't a good thing. When they had received Alix's message, Sean was halfway through a dodgy episode of some legal drama that was so inaccurate it was funny. Banshee certainly didn't remember the legal teams looking that stylish when he was younger. That earlier peace had been ended and so he had rushed out to the Blackbird, grabbing his uniform as he did. There was four of them, plus Alix if she was still able, against god knows how many Brotherhood members. It was going to get rough. The plan sounded like a good one, for such a small amount of people anyway. Banshee worked best when coming down to attack. He wondered if Tom was going to be there, and if he should pay him back for the shoulder wound. The bullet hadn't been fired by him per se, yet Sean Cassidy knew that the black sheep of his family was to blame for it all. Maybe he could some revenge when he was finished saving the civilians. "I'm always ready" he shouted over the wind. Not being gifted with wings, Sean's flying was more like gliding with a bit more kick. Opening his arms wide, the black ribbons under his arms that helped his flight, a trick that made him look more like a giant bat than a man in shadow. A snap caught them and made them crackle in the high wind as Sean followed Warren's lead, hurling himself off the back of the jet, screaming a cry too deep to be heard naturally, only to give a feeling of sound to only a few feet around him. He saw the village, now covered with corpses, flame, smoke and blood, survivors fleeing only to be cut down in their path by the mutants. Then shortly behind Warren's trail, he saw his target. Black Tom. With a guttraral cry as Warren sliced the branch in half, Sean slammed into Black Tom, at a angle that sent both men tumbling to the ground. Sean threw a punch towards Tom's face, angered with the fact that Tom had moved down from petty arm's dealer to murdering bastard. Pure anger shone in Sean's eyes as he attempted to pummel his own kin into the ground. They had been raised better than this. He needed no words this time to express his anger, only through violence would the Cassidy's feud be settled here. |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Sep 29 2008, 10:39 PM Post #32 |
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Ok... she hadn't exactly responded the way a student of Logan's might have, but that didn't mean it was any less effective. Gambit watched, somewhat impressed, at the speed of the young woman as she dove for the ground to narrowly avoid the cards as all three of them whizzed through the area she had just stood in, proving exactly how accurate the Cajun was with those deadly cards. Connecting with a building directly behind Static, a ball of fuchsia-colored fire blossomed out from the wall, sending large chunks of brick and mortar flying around the area. Gambit turned his face away to keep his eyes from being pelted by bits and pieces of dangerous debris, but it cost him. When he managed to look back, he was nearly blinded by the intense white-blue light of electricity coursing through the air all around the blonde, dancing across the ground like the legs of some supernatural spider on a hot frying pan. Each leg looked like it had enough energy to immediately burn the life out of any man caught in one of those deadly, bright bolts of light, and several of them were quickly closing the distance toward the Cajun With only moments to react, the thief immediately did a back handspring, one hand supporting his weight while the other enclosed around a couple of playing cards intended for the electrokinetic, but was unable to even charge them when a smaller bolt leapt up and caught him square in the back, sending him flying even further away from the girl and landing on his knees and elbows. While not as big a jolt as he could have gotten, it had been enough current to take down an ordinary man Gambit's size... fortunately, he wasn't an ordinary. He was used to having energy channeled through his body on a regular basis... but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt like a bitch, or that he didn't have a large burn in the middle of his back. He felt like throwing up, and not just from the putrid smell of burning leather invading his nostrils. Still, he climbed to his feet, exhausted, but not ready to give up, only to find Callan gone and staring at Black Tom – he thought he'd heard the man's voice. He quickly scanned the ground to find no trace of her when something white caught the corner of his eye in the dim light of the town lighting... Warren. Angel, carrying what he assumed was Callan, was soaring away from the two terrorists, Gambit didn't even think it was worth the bother to try and chase them down. Warren would always be faster on his wings than Remy would ever be on his feet. He looked down at Tom, “Any more of them 'round, Irish?” |
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| Skin | Sep 30 2008, 01:57 AM Post #33 |
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What was he feeling right now? Anger? Sadness? Pity? Hatred? He really couldn't say as this was too big of an issue for Angelo Espinoza to have only one feeling. In a way, it was all of those feelings mixed into one. The Mexican American mutant was sitting on the couch watching an old episode of Pimp my Ride when Warren ran into the living room and basically ordered Angelo to suit up because something horrible was happening. On the jet, the winged businessman explained the horrors the Brotherhood had started to commit on the island of Wolf's Head. Angelo couldn't really believe that they were butchering the entire place but then again it was expected of the Brotherhood especially of someone who would claim somehow that it was for the greater good of their people. How the hell was slaughter going to make anything better for them? There was no possible way that would happen but Magneto was especially crazy in his beliefs. Angelo realized that long ago since he did meet with him in non-combative situations in his teen years and after listening to the magnokinetic speak, he noticed a dangerous man though on the surface he was quite charismatic but that was all the more reason for him to be able to convince others to wipe out innocent people. As Warren passed the controls over to Logan, Warren told them what was going to happen and the obvious of the mission. Angelo refrained from making a comment since he knew it wasn't necessary and simply gave a small nod in affirmation. In his mind limited in number was an understatement. How were they to defeat the Brotherhood with such small numbers especially if they brought their heavy hitters up to the plate. Skin kept an eye on Angel and Banshee as they jumped from the jet to perform their aerial attack and all Angelo thought of at that moment was those lucky bastards since Angelo wondered how it would feel to fly but all he could do was stretch and morph his skin and change pigmentation....everybody knew how useless that was wink wink. The jet landed and Wolverine turned to Skin and stated in his so ever rough and fighting tone that this was war. The Los Angelan born mutant nodded towards him and smirked a bit since he knew exactly what he was talking about. "Gotcha, I can fight dirty. It ain't like I've nev'r done it before.". Logan opened the hatch and made his way towards to whatever he was going to do. Angelo jumped down onto the ground and proceeded to do the same but he turned around and returned the well wish by saying "Buena suerte, we'r all gonna need it" It wasn't until the grey skinned man actually saw the town that it dawned on him that lives were being destroyed and futures destroyed. He knew that slaughter was occurring but could anyone really be prepared for this? Fires scorching the night sky turning the stars as background to a bloody orange that stained the moon. Screams that pierced the island and could be heard miles away as people were butchered and ruined. The smell of death was everywhere and though Skin did not have heightened senses like Wolverine, he could smell it. He was a former gang member and even his own father was a victim of unneeded violence so it would be thought that this mutant knew death well but he didn't, no Los Angeles gang wars were ever like this, at least none he remembered. His chivalrous personality led Skin to instantly think of the innocent caught up in the madness. Sure the Brotherhood was a threat and needed to be stopped but saving lives was more important. He was an X-Men and as such he needed to help, he wanted to help. Sending skin tendrils from the back of his hands, he swung through the town similarly to Spiderman as he viewed a burning and crumbling home near his position. A small family with three children were trying to run from the fire but it seemed one of the kids fell down and the father suddenly rushed over to help him up but they were too close to the weakened home. A dangerous spot. Looking at the second floor balcony, it suddenly began to break and gravity played its part as it tumbled down directly towards the father and his son. They would be crushed but not if Skin had anything to say about it. Well do. Landing instantly on the ground, he flicked back his wrists and directed his pointer fingers in the direction of the to-be-victims. At that instant, he quickly stretched the skin of his two fingers which rushed suddenly towards the two and wrapped around their bodies like whips, non-painful whips. He pulled his skin back towards him which brought back the two humans along for the ride as the flaming balcony crashed onto the ground. Stares of shock were given towards him as it all happened so quickly. It was strange but they didn't seem scared of him, in fact the small child tried to touch his skin. "Daddy, his skin is grey" "That's what happens when ya don' eat yur veggies chico. So keep dat in mind before ya try to hide yur peas and give dem to da dog" Angelo mused towards the young child who looked in horror as what he was being told. Releasing the two humans and seeing the rest of the family rush after them and hug in joy of their family's safety, Angelo pointed in the direction from whence he came. "Ya need to get out of here. Its too dangerous for ya. Go straight ahead in dat direction. I just came from there and if yur luck is good its still clear. There'll be a jet, once you see it, ya know it'll be safe. If ya see another one of these suits, we'll help ya. Adios" not leaving any chance for a response, Angelo let out another skin tendril and continued his swing around the island. He was covering a lot of distance since his skin reacted like a slingshot in these situations so when he was sent a bit higher than a building, he noticed the large gathering of Brotherhood ahead and the battle zone. So much blood spilled, so many young lives taken, all for an idiotic reason. Sure, Angelo didn't like it when someone made fun of his appearance or that he was often treated like a second class citizen but that didn't give him any desire to kill. In his mind raced of all the things he could do to them as Angelo was starting to get a bit angry. The Californian tried to fling himself back farther so as it would send his body forward much farther but it would turn out to be a bad idea. From the ground he heard a shotgun reload and a voice, "There's one of them. Kill him!" It was just when Skin was moving at the lowest point of his swing thus he was below the buildings now. The bullet flew with a bang but it was shot without marksmanship so it missed him, kind of. The bullet grazed the tendril currently extend causing it to suddenly retract to his body and now there was a wingless grey mutant falling from the sky. His skin gave him enhanced endurance to be able to wistand without harm but it was the impact force that caused this to happen. He glided down an alley and tried to stretch his skin to grab onto something but that only made it worse as a stretched finger grabbed hold of a rail and the speed sent him slamming into a crate and that one kind of hurt. Angelo rolled over from the impact onto his back and looked at the orangy night sky as he let out a sight. "Why didn' Alix tell us we would be shot at?" Angelo stated mainly to himself as he slowly began to rise not knowing he had landed where Alix was hiding. It wasn't until he went to move the crate out of the way, what was left of it that he noted the Telepathic mutant hiding. Squinting, he wasn't sure if it was really her but still. "Hola Alix, I was just talkin' 'bout ya." The most obvious reason was that she really didn't have much offensive ability and her personality or her physical condition didn't precisely make her suited for combat. Though, he didn't really know if her strength or powers grew since she left the X-Men for X-Factor so he couldn't particularly judge. He suddenly realized that she had actually seen the Brotherhood and what they had done so it was important for him to ask, "Alix, how many of dem are there? Anyone we can take out easily?" |
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| Camera | Sep 30 2008, 03:18 AM Post #34 |
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Camera felt disoriented. A mental attack on her by the dark haired girl left her exclaiming out. The blonde held her hands to her. Not entirely sure of what happened she looked up still disoriented and the girl running off. “Damn” She thought in her head. The photographic mutant turned her head to see Cutter throwing a knife. Her intention was to grasp the handle and catch it but… Gsht! The disorientation that she was feeling from Alix’s attack left Camera not at the top of her game. The blade sunk into her hand. She cried out in pain. Taking deep breaths she glared at Cutter. The dagger still in her hand she pointed to him and spoke. “Listen kid, our orders were to leave no survivors, but she doesn’t live here. We can’t have mutant supremacy if we kill one that just happened to be here the same night we decide to eradicate hundreds of pitiful humans.” There was a lot of anger in her tone as she continued, “Next time that happens…” Camera started to walk off, the girl being out of her sight, “I’m giving you get the blade back… square in your ass, kid!” Grumbling and cursing as she walked off, the blonde pulled the knife out and started to walk off further. |
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| Jason Matthews | Sep 30 2008, 04:15 AM Post #35 |
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Jason watched his knife fly right into Camera's hand. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered what she was doing, but that took a back seat to his objective at hand. He had more important things to worry about than a woman who deliberately put herself in harm's way. He had one more throwing knife, and if all else failed, he could always go back to his switch. He fixed his grip on his last throwing knife, about to give it another shot when a voice spoke into his ear. No, it wasn't in his ear. The way he could hear her perfectly over all the noise... This woman was a telepath. Immediately, Jason attempted to clear his mind, but he was pretty sure it would be futile. He'd had no training or experience, or even advice to fall back on when it came to telepaths. All he knew was that being mindraped sucked balls of a magnitude not to be mentioned. ::You're nothing more than a pawn. No one will respect you after tonight. [...] You're not a mutant. You don't deserve the honor of being such.:: The futility of the gesture made itself apparent when he found his brain suddenly searing in pain. The brunt of the pain was in the first few seconds, forcing him to drop his second knife as both hands flew to his temples in a meaningless attempt to ease the pain. As the pain faded, just a little bit, he became aware of Camera's voice. "Listen kid, our orders were to leave no survivors, but she doesn't live here. [...] Next time that happens… I’m giving you the blade back… square in your ass, kid!” Indignation shot through Jason, eclipsing the lingering pain of the telepath's attack. Who the hell does she think she is?? Where the fuck did she get off giving him orders and threatening him! Jason didn't care who she entertained herself to be, but first and foremost, she was not his superior. Even as she walked away, Jason knew she'd be able to hear him, and so he responded, his voice hot with barely controlled fury. "I don't care how you interpret your orders, but you sure as hell will not issue any to me." Camera had apparently deluded herself into thinking that just because he was younger than her, she could talk to him however she wanted. The reality was simple: She could not. "And I dare you to try me. I'll have you quit the Brotherhood in shame." Jason continued, adding in a mocking tone, "Cammy got beat by the littlest one in the bunch." Truth was, he had no idea what her powers were and wasn't entirely sure if he could back up his own threat, but he wasn't worried about all that. One does not consider such things while talking shit. He'd deal with the consequences that may or may not bite him as they came. For now, though, he would prove to her that he wasn't just some 'kid'. He would start by completely ignoring the fact that she didn't want him to hurt the woman. He couldn't give the slightest damn what Camera wanted. He stalked off in the direction he'd seen the telepath run, pulling his switchblade as he did. She was tired, and if he could push himself hard enough, he might be able to plant his blade switch in her chest and move on. Even if she didn't live on Wolf's Head. She obviously planned to hinder their mission as much as she could. Not that he actually found the telepath, though. Instead, he watched as a grey-skinned mutant swung on... something, and landed in a nearby alley. He was speaking to somebody in hiding. But what Jason noticed above all, was his uniform. This was an Xman. "Alix, how many of dem are there? Anyone we can take out easily?" Jason held his switch in his right hand, and a throwing knife, smaller but just as sharp, in his left. He would need them both. An Xman would not be as easy to take down as the dozens of civilians had been. "There's only one you need to worry about right now, and there are no easy pickings for you." As he spoke, Jason renewed the fading amphetamine in his system before darting forward, quickly closing the gap between them and slashing for the Xman's throat with the switchblade. |
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| Alix | Sep 30 2008, 04:29 AM Post #36 |
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She'd been expecting anything but one of the xmen, and when he spoke her hand raised before quietly, it lowered- her strange eyes focused forwards. He might not've known, really, who she was and what she was capable of.. but hiding and keeping away from a fight definitely wasn't something she ever did. She might not've looked like much of a fighter.. but then, time and time again she'd proved that didn't matter. This? This place couldn't be. This wasn't humanity, this wasn't mutant kind.This was childhood monsters on a rampage and the sheer amount of fear, pain, and hurt that the entire island felt was written completely on the young woman's face. She was obviously shaken, and while her personality might've suggested otherwise, she wasn't prone to feeling as much as she felt now. There were no words to describe the emotion that lifted through every inch of her face and eyes. ::I said it'd be dangerous..:: In her mind, dangerous meant getting shot at in all different degrees. ::Too many.. I.. You can't. They're terrible. They're nothing like anything and they will kill you in a moment... Chainsaws and claws and mind control- they're something out of a horror movie.:: one hand rose quietly to her temple. ::I just wanted to buy some art. I didn't know about any of this.. If I had.. I could've stopped them. I would've been prepared. You've got to help them..:: She looked up towards Skin silently- not moving from her hiding place or even making to leave. Suddenly, however, Cutter returned- again deciding that he'd even kill his fellow mutants.. ::Skin!:: her alert came just moments before Cutter moved to attack, and silently, she moved as close against the wall as she could manage, strange eyes silently focused onto the brotherhood member as she prepared, as best as she could, one final attack. |
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| Saint | Sep 30 2008, 08:15 PM Post #37 |
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Wiping his hands on his black trousers, Kyle got rid of most of the human blood on his hand. It was warm and sticky, yet its crimson colour looked almost black in the darkness, the only light coming from the flickering fire, torches and the occasional energy blast. It was a wierd light mixture, from the flickering to blasts so bright that they almost lit up the area to resemble daylight. It was almost a joyous feeling inside him. Here he was, doing the work of the dream along with his fellow mutants. Whether it was converting mutants to his cause or taking out whatever was in the way, Saint did the work with a song in his heart and a bounce in his step. What a shame it was that not all mutant's shared his dream. He spied a blonde shortly after he gave Gambit his "present", who was a mutant but definetly not a Brotherhood member. She was breath-takingly beautiful, with sparks literally coming off her. What a shame it was that she wasn't with them. Nor was that telepath that Saint saw in the distance. Content to stand back and let his fellow Brotherhood members deal with them, Saint was happy to see them work, to deal with the other mutants. Non-fatally of course, us mutants don't kill our own, even if they are race traitors. They could always be brought round to the right way of thinking. What he saw though, boiled his blood. Cutter, never one of Saint's favourite choice for this mission, as he never seemed completly dedicated to the dream, made an error that would of gained him Kyle's wrath if the next few events hadn't happened. Who did that jumped up little junkie think he was, Saint thought. In terms of the Brotherhood, he may of been there before Camera, but she was by far the more dedicated, pulling in so much effort on her missions that she was one of Saint's favourites. The fact that she could kill humans with ease made it only more easier for Saint to admire her work. They could do with more mutants like her with her edge. He stepped fowards to berate Cutter for dis-regarding the Brotherhoods most obvious rules, and for showing disrespect. The Brotherhood wasn't a democracy, it was a hierarchy and everyone had their place in the pecking order. If they didn't toe the line, they would pay for it. A roaring overhead stopped Saint in his tracks though, as he saw two figures leap out of a jet that came out of nowhere and both attacked Black Tom with the winged one swooping away with the blonde electric girl. Saint set off on a run, knives springing from his hands. He saw Primal go towards Wolverine, Cutter head towards the grey man and the screaming man attack Tom. Oddly, the two looked alike, as if they were brothers. Regardless, his colleagues could deal with the threat. There was only five of them, plus the dark haired girl who had run like a coward. They could take them. Saint knew the winged man, had seen him when they took a little trip to the mansion that the X-Men called home. Aside from the wings, what would he have to offer in the fight? Nearing the pair, Saint saw what else he had. Oh, bugger he thought as he saw the swords in his soon to be opponents hands. This would be harder when he thought to disable the man. He raised his arm when he came near and swung it, four blades heading directly towards the pair, two large ones forming in his hands as he moved even closer. "Oi! X-Man, you aren't wanted here. Piss off home with your people and we will let you get out in one piece!!" he shouted. Even if he wasn't going to kill them, roughing up the sape lovers wouldn't be that bad, as he wondered how well bird boy could fly without wings. Well, all the scraps against Masterminds robots would come in handy, although he had never taken on a flying foe before. Well, like they said, a first time for everything. |
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| Black Tom | Sep 30 2008, 08:18 PM Post #38 |
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Tom was moving in to help Gambit fight off the electrokinetic woman that was without a doubt the follower of Xavier’s ideals. He leveled the branch in his hand ready to deal a powerful blast. Without so much as a flutter, shining metal glinted in the fluttering fire light. A large figure passed before Tom. There was a glimpse of white and the stick that Tom held was shorter than it had been before. Tom stumbled back out of surprise. His eyes focused and he saw what had happened. The X-Man known as Angel had flown in, much like his namesake, to save the blonde woman. His sword had cut the Irishman’s branch in two. Angel was absconding with the woman through the air. The X-Man probably had no idea that Tom’s ability was to channel his blasts through any wooden object. The stick may have been shorter but it was still composed of wood. “It’s not the size of the wand, but how much magic’s inside,” Tom said with a smirk as he pointed the branch at Angel’s back as he flew away. “Any more of them 'round, Irish?” Gambit asked. “Most likely. They’re like…” Tom began but he was slammed to the ground. Tom grunted from the incredible force with which he’d been struck. He landed in a pile on the ground in a tangle of limbs. Tom held his gut as he stood up. He ground his teeth. With his other hand he touched his nose. It was tender, possibly broken, and moist. Blood was running down his lip. He spat angrily to clear his mouth of the blood. Tom was angry. His shillelagh and tree branch had skittered down the street from him. He marched the two paces over to the man hunched on the ground and grabbed him by the collar. “That was foolish friend. Murder isn’t my forte, but give me enough reason…” Tom lifted the man up and saw the face of his attacker. It was his cousin Sean Cassidy, the favored son of the clan. Tom’s powers wouldn’t work against Sean so it was meaningless that he didn’t have his stick in hand. Tom drove his knee into Sean’s stomach. Holding his cousin by the hair, he punched him with the other fist. Tom stepped back and smiled. He wiped his nose again. The pain in his nose was overpowered by the thought of the beating he was going to inflict shortly. Tom took a step back to enjoy the spectacle of his struggling cousin. “Come to save the day cousin? I hope you brought your guardian angel, you’ll need it,” Tom sneered and then spat on his cousin. Murder was not Tom’s style but this would be a death that he could revel in. |
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| Toad | Sep 30 2008, 11:15 PM Post #39 |
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Toad heard and witnessed everything being to unfold before him. Chaos. But a grin did not form on his face this time. He was more frustrated than anything else. Who was that girl? WHY was she there in the first place. If she did not live here, then there had to be a reason as to why she was here. "Ah screw it!" Toad sighed loudly and ignored everyone around him. using his heels, he shot up from the ground and landed perfectly on his feet . He looked back to the people behind him and grinned, finally. "I got my own fish to fry." He cooed to himself and dashed off after the woman. He was not quite sure why this woman interested him so much to where he felt the need to follow her, maybe to stop her from foiling their plans? At least, that's what the reason should normally be. Not this time, though. Something else caught his attention. But what? He began to make his way through the low roof tops and round small turns. After a few buildings, the sounds of the woman's cold steps grew louder and louder. He found her after all. His grin grew wider. He began to run to the edge of the rooftop and found the woman, running for her life. It was, rather graceful. Oddly. He began to make his way closer to her, jogging at the same pace. Making his presence not so known. It was a bit hard to do since the woman's attack before. It felt like a never ending migraine, but Toad had a job to do, and more. His eyes widened as he saw her pace grow to a near stop. Finally. With that, Toad unraveled his tongue and shot it at the woman, instantly wrapping itself around the woman's waist. He pulled her up and forced her closer to him. His eyes widened in a near flirtatious motion. "Hey, pretty lady. I aint gonna kill ya, just teach ya a lesson." Toad began as he let out a muffled sigh and leaned on a near by wall, still using his tongue to keep the woman off the ground. He was waiting for the woman to attack, but she had not, she was still trying to break free from his grasp. "Now, when interacting with the brotherhood, and not being on our side, that's bad. But since you are a Mutie...I'll forgive ya." He informed with a wave of his hands. "Only reason for chasing you is...well....just want some pay back for your little attack back there." He hissed greatly as he began to feel his saliva slick thought his tongue, hoping to at least numb her mid section to cause her some uncomfortableness. |
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| Skin | Sep 30 2008, 11:23 PM Post #40 |
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Angelo didn't like the sound of that. Too many, chainsaws, claws, mind control and horror movie were not words he ever wanted to hear in the same sentence. The part of him that was most negative, I mean realistic, suddenly said We're dead but that did not mean he wasn't going to do anything. Angelo Espinoza was not that kind of person and would give it his all to save those he could and possibly stop as many Brotherhood members as he could. He obviously knew he wouldn't be able to do it by himself but he would have to confide in his teammates that they would be able to aide this. Back when he was a teenager in Gen X, Angelo often said that he didn't desire to be an X-Man and all he wanted to do was to learn to control his powers and once he would do that he would leave. He never actually did leave, excluding the past year, because as time went by he came to realize what the X-Men were and what they symbolized and unconsciously Angelo came to desire that. Now that he was an X-Man, he wouldn't give up just because they were outnumbered since that meant allowing the slaughter to continue and that was a big no-no. "Its al'right Alix. Don' blame yurself for what happened here. Ya couldn've predicted this, unless ya had precognition 'r somethin'. We're just glad that ya called before the island got wiped out. Don' worry, I'll help" Not even a second passed by before Alix yelled out signaling someone was coming which became confirmed when a new voice came through footsteps. It was night so one would believe it was dark everywhere but fortunately or unfortunately, the fires and destruction lit up the night sky creation the illusion of a weak sun. Looking to the side, he saw what looked to be a shadow running towards him causing the Chicano mutant to turn around to view who this newcomer was. A boy younger than him suddenly lunged at Skin with what looked to be knives in each hand. From the angle and path of travel, Angelo deducted that he was going for his throat. He had to act fast, really fast. The grey skinned mutant began to lean back as the knives closed the distance between them and his throat. Opening his arms out, he was basically giving Cutter an open shot for the kill but he confided in his skin's durability. In the past he was often quite hindered in battle due to a fear that someone would cut or he would tear his skin but it never happened. No matter what type of weapon was thrown at Angelo, his skin's enhanced durability prevented it from tearing which was the focus of this strategy. As his arms were out, he began to stretch the skin of his middle finger on both hands and suddenly elongate them into what at first appeared to be whips of skin. At the ends of these "whips", Angelo began to accumulate more and more skin which in turn caused them to form a hard and heavy ball and chain of skin. The knives finally made contact with Skin's throat and began to try to dig into his throat. In the back of Angelo's mind he kept repeating, Please don't tear. Please don't tear". As the knives spread out onto his skin to cut, all that happened was that the ending points of the knives would tug on the skin around his neck and thus stretch it in different directions but his skin did not break open. While he was not actually injured from the attack, it really did hurt like hell. Even through this pain Angelo executed his move. With a final touch to the spheres at the end of his chains of skin, small spikes of hardened skin appeared. Bringing his right arm to his left side as quickly as he could, the chain brought the spiked ball bashing at high speed towards the young Brotherhood member's face. Not waiting to see if impact was made or not, he swung his left arm similarly like his right but to his right side. The second spiked ball was directed towards Cutter but the angle was off and if it would hit the boy the skin would wrap itself around Cutter's neck which the end result would be the spiked ball at the end of the skin "chain" hitting Cutter directly in the face. "My skin can't be cut, chico" Angelo yelled out as he performed his attacks. His skin would be withdrawn back to how it would be originally after his attack. The grey skinned mutant instinctively turned around as he heard voices behind him and strange...licking sounds? Not knowing if Cutter was actually hurt by his attack or not, he directed most of his attention to the situation behind him. Some long tongued green froggy man had captured Alix in his unusually long tongue. Being the chivalrous man that he was, Angelo knew he had to now help. Hopefully, his former opponent wouldn't attack him through this. "Ey Froggy, let her go!" |
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| Alix | Sep 30 2008, 11:39 PM Post #41 |
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She'd been ready to deliver that final distracting blow to Cutter when suddenly without so much as a breath of warning, Toad's tongue pulled her from the scene of the fight, too the roof, and uncomfortably close to the mutant. Quietly she winced, pulling back in dull- if restrained- fear. Her strange eyes focused onto him completely however as if she was preparing an attack that just wouldn't come. She was trying- that much was clear in the focus that brimmed just behind her otherwise nervous expression. It never came, however, and in sudden realization she looked towards the street, realizing quietly that there were others here finally. Xmen. She couldn't focus to find who- there were too many minds rampantly feeling death, but they were still here. They would fix it. They would save everyone. Her focus on them didn't last long however, and when Toad began speaking the shock of the moment had worn off and the dull fear that was intoxicating her senses held her in a tight mental lock. The horror remained as well and still feeling sick with it, she struggled as best she could. His continued comments made her only more desperate to get away, though it was clear by the slowly weakening struggles that she wasn't exactly fit for that sort of fight- especially the one taking place below them. If Toad meant what he said, then in a sense.. Alix owed him her life. An ironic and disgustingly real situation that she just didn't have the capacity to admit. Not yet. ::I don't need your forgiveness.. not from you, a murderer.. you deserve what they want for you. You deserve that death. It should be you, not the humans:: Continuously, she held to her words- trying every possible way to land whatever attack she could manage. She struggled as she felt her torso going numb, black and white eyes betraying just a bit more fear than they had been before. ::Please... stop it. I'll-:: There it was- something beyond the adamant stubbornness she'd been proclaiming. It wasn't quite a plea yet; but it was close. Dangerously and fearfully close. ::NO. Skin.. I don't think it's over... He's not done... You have to fight him.:: She muttered to the xman near breathlessly. Chivalry was something she could respect.. but not here. Not when there were so many lives at stake. |
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| Jason Matthews | Oct 1 2008, 01:57 AM Post #42 |
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Jason was confident, especially as the man didn't seem to react until it was just about too late. His confidence evaporated as the man seemed to open himself up for the attack. No sane human would simply allow others to kill them. It was against every self-preservation instinct. Still, if the man had some sort of invulnerability, it would help Jason find a weakness. His preparedness, however, had been for something superman like. He'd expected his blade to simply do nothing. His expression turned to one of utter shock as the man's skin began to stretch. The hell is this?? Jason immediately yanked his knife free from the man's folds, attempting to take a step back. So his skin stretched. Jason wouldn't be able to cut him... Well, Cutter still had several tricks he could try before he pronouned himself defeated. His alertness and reflexes sharpened, Jason easily dodged the first strike, taking in the information as the Xman so willingly gave it, but inadvertently placed himself inline with the second mass of hardened skin. Reflexively, Jason's arms came up to protect his face as the ball of flesh rammed into him, knocking him clear off his feet. His skin doesn't cut, does it? Well, there are many different ways to get around this issue. Jason started with the one that occured to him first. Raising his left hand, the Cutter released his throwing knife, aimed at the man's eye. |
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| Toad | Oct 1 2008, 07:20 PM Post #43 |
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Toad hissed with glee as he heard the woman's plea. It was not filled with enough fear for Toad's taste, but he felt he had chased her long enough. He lowered his tongue just enough to let her feet touch the ground. He heard a small cry and turned his eyes to the sound. It was another Mutant. A Gray one at that. Stranger and stranger. Almost like him. He looked back to the girl who seemed to be decently close to giving up. Toad began to bring her in closer until she was a good two feet from him. "So...you gonna be a good girl and not run any more...?" Toad asked sinisterly as he let his tongue loosen slightly, causing some of his mucus to drip down her body. Soon her legs would go numb. "Oh, never mind. Don't think you can anymore. Heh Heh." He let his tongue unwind itself off the woman and slither back into his mouth. The woman fell to the ground with a off toned thud. She began to struggle to her feet But soon realizing, they were not responding as well as they normally do. Toad crouched down next to her. His grin wide with enjoyment of her physical struggle. "Just stop, its not gonna change what will happen to you." He hissed as he let his hand gently rub Alix's cheek. "Well, I'm gonna go. I got to do more to finishing my job." Toad informed as he got to his feet and began to turn around. "Oh, and before you call for help....Pittu!" Toad sent a small spit ball to Alix's face, sealing up her mouth. It hardened instantly, causing her the inability to speak. Toad laughed to himself. He really showed this telepath a thing or two... wait.. Toad thought a minute and realized, "Ah shit...I hate Telepaths...." He looked back at her, maybe he stunned her enough? Maybe she was done for the night? |
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| Static | Oct 1 2008, 08:07 PM Post #44 |
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Well her first attack against Gambit went fairly well. It connected with its target and appeared to do a decent amount of damage while stalling him for a moment, but that was a very small victory. . . one that was soon forgotten as two unexpected blasts that came her way before she could acknowledge the results of her quick thinking. “Sorry, lass. You aren’t killing any of us tonight,” another mutant called as he came her way. Once again, Callan quickly got to her feet, though this time she felt more pain. She'd landed on her left shoulder, and the harsh ground scratched at her skin beneath her shirt. Just as she began to realize how slim her chances were becoming, just as she saw her newest opponent readying another harsh blast, something flew into her vision and picked her up off her feet. Time seemed to be passing at an inconsistent speed, slowing down when she wanted it to speed up, and racing when she needed a moment to think. Before she could even process what was going on, she found herself on the ground in front of Warren who didn't waste any time before asking questions. She was never happier to see him, but nothing could really put her at ease. . . not until this was over and she escaped with her life. "Static, quickly, I need to know what's going on. How many of the Brotherhood are here? Do you know if there are any survivors? Have you seen Alix?" Callan didn't need more than a fraction of a second to realize how important it was for her to tell Warren what she knew, but her mouth refused to move as quickly as her brain. " I- I don't know. They're killing everyone, Warren. I couldn't. . . I couldn't stop it. There are too many. . ." she started with panic in her voice, " Alix. . . she ran. That way," she pointed in the direction that the black-haired woman had gone. Cal wasn't familiar with Alix (she had only heard others speak of the girl from X-Factor), but it didn't take a genius to see that the brotherhood was after her. She had to be the one that sent out the telepathic message. . . she had to be the one Warren was asking about. There was no time to construct a stoic facade now. Callan was completely terrified, and it showed through her wide eyes and stiff posture. Now wasn't the time to worry about how she looked or what people thought of her. Their opinions wouldn't matter if she was dead, and there was something bigger going on here. Cal wasn't quite sure what that was, but she knew that she had to try to stop this massacre. It was already too late for a lot of people, but there had to be some left, and now she was trapped. . . and Warren, and Alix, and whoever else had come. Of course, things just continued to get better. From the corner of her eye, Cal saw yet another enemy. When she turned her head to get another look at him, she realized that there was a more pressing issue than his identity. With one quick swing of his arm, he sent a collection of blades toward Angel and herself. Without much of a thought, Cal reached forward to grab Warren's arms, pulling down slightly as she yelled, "Duck!" and moved to avoid the flying weapons that threatened to end this for them. Why Wolf's Head? What are the chances that I'd end up in the middle of a slaughter during a visit to a harmless island town? If Cal didn't already think her luck was crap, she was now completely convinced that it was. |
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| Alix | Oct 2 2008, 12:05 AM Post #45 |
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It was in every form and fashion disgusting and the fact that the mucus came from his tongue made it all the more unbearable, all the more unnerving and unsettling all at the same miserable time. When he dropped her without so much as a warning, she landed painfully hard and quietly discovered that she couldn't stand, much less fight anything. Every pathetic attempt at standing only made her more tired, more afraid of what was to come. She could feel him inching closer and instinctively she tensed, one hand cautiously raising as if to ward him away. There was no affect, of course and he moved closer still. Now finally showing the complete fear of those around her, the most she could do when he touched her cheek was to jerk violently away. Yet- she still said nothing, nor attacked. Not a single utterance of fear or another plea, just quiet struggles made in vain. Without warning, yet again, the sudden feeling of half choking overwhelmed her. Yea,she could still breath through her nose... but that definitely didn't change the fact that suddenly having her mouth gagged was both startling unnerving. Ironically, however, his purpose was not served. ::That's not going to stop me from doing anything.:: She muttered again into his mind- proud despite the circumstance, prepared for her final attack despite his assumption that she was completely out. This time, her telepathic attack was next to nothing. A minor sinus headache, perhaps.. or a small migraine for a few seconds. It definitely wasn't strong, but then... it'd probably not help his already present after affects from her earlier attack. |
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