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| Topic Started: Dec 21 2008, 05:24 AM (485 Views) | |
| Buford Hollis | Dec 21 2008, 05:24 AM Post #1 |
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Time of day: 3 AM Place in the time-line December 14th Buford absentmindedly strummed the steering wheel with one hand, and had his other elbow lazily sticking out the window. He was peeved though. Razzin Frazzin Acolytes, stickin' me with her Buford mentally grumbled. He would have grumbled out loud, but what he was grumbling about was sitting right next to him. Miss Tina James, otherwise known as Rage, was assigned to him on this mission. The punk assured him that Rage would be an asset on this mission, but Buford didn't believe him. As far as Razorback knew, this chick was only good for makin' a slap of people angry. This wasn't that type of job. They were after one man. Deval Pfister was a slimy bastard. He was a lower-level BH'er, a street tough from Brooklyn who stumbled into powers. He wasn't smart enough or powerful enough to get a say in Brotherhood matters, and only had down a few things for the Brotherhood. To be perfectly honest, Buford, who had met with him a couple times, would be more than pleased to let him fall of the back of the truck, so to speak. Of course, when he went missing on Tuesday, it still rang some alarm bells. It took Koen and Buford a couple of hours to hack through the FBI's firewall to confirm the rumor, but it was true. Deval Pfister was in federal holding, transferring into Witness Protection. Magneto was less than pleased. That's why Buford and his charges were sitting in the cab of the Big Pig, travelin' to the middle of nowhere, which incidentally is in West Virginia. Fuckin' West Virginia. Buford was from Arkansas, and even he knew that West Virginia was fucked up. Still, the Feds should have known better. If they wanted to hide Deval from the Brotherhood, they better get that Mars Lander working again. Taking him across a few state lines, and putting him in a shitty cabin in the Appalachians ain't nearly enough to keep the Big Pig away. He pulled up into a ditch. He killed the headlights about a mile back. The snow was pretty thick, and the terrain was pretty rugged, but the ol' girl handled just fine. No disrespect to Amelia. "Alright, ladies," Buford cleared his throat, "We're about 200 yards from Pfister's cabin. I don't think I can get the Pig any closer without him noticing. There's most likely 10 or 12 armed guards at the house. I reckon it's early enough that we might get a drop on them." He cocked his flechette gun, and swung open his door. "Careful, ladies." |
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| Amelia Voght | Dec 21 2008, 06:14 AM Post #2 |
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The ride into West Virginia was uneventful. The landscape changed. Gradually the trees became thicker and more abundant. The terrain slowly rose in elevation. There were gentle hills to begin with rising from the flat land. Soon there were mountains. They weren’t as massive as the Himalayas in Tibet, where she had worked as nurse, but the thick snow accumulated on the trees was a beautiful sight to behold. There could be something beautiful found in every location. The snow was thicker on the ground and the higher altitude made for a drop in temperature as well. The mountain road would have been treacherous but the Big Pig was well equipped. Deval was a very low ranking member of the Brotherhood. Amelia had never actually met him. As far as she knew, only Buford had met the man. Even though he was a low man on the totem pole, Mr. Pfister had been privy to certain information pertaining to the Brotherhood. Now he was a guest of the federal government under the Witness Protection Program. The Brotherhood would not stand for one of their number to defect to the opposition. Deval was a liability that needed to be taken care of. Razorback brought the rig to a halt in the ditch. He told them, Amelia and Rage, that they were about 200 yards from the cabin where Deval was secured. Amelia opened her door and climbed down from the cab. Once on the snowy, soggy ground, she said, “I’ll go out and do a little reconnaissance.” In and instant, Amelia’s body was reduced down into an invisible cloud of vapor. She shot out through the crisp morning air. She weaved around trees in the direction of the cabin. She circled several times and returned to the rig after a couple of minutes. She reformed near Razorback and Rage. Once more solid she said, “There are twelve guards. Eight are in positions around the cabin with the farthest one twenty five yards from the cabin. The other four are inside the cabin. Each agent is armed to the teeth and wearing armor.” The next thing was strange to Amelia. As a nurse she had sworn to help heal people. She had used her mutant powers as an Acolyte to kill people but this time was going to be strange. Amelia was going to use a weapon. “I’m going to get a weapon from the trailer, Razorback,” she said. Amelia went back to the trailer of the Big Pig. There were racks of guns along the walls. There were so many to choose from. Amelia had no idea which one to use. She quickly settled on a large silver pistol. She grabbed some extra ammunition and wedged it into her vest. She hurried back to join the others, the snow crunching under her boots. “I’m ready. This needs to be taken care of before any sensitive information can fall into federal hands,” she said with grim determination. |
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| Rage | Dec 21 2008, 07:21 AM Post #3 |
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The three rode in Razorbacks beloved Big Pig, to West Virginia. Tina hadn’t been there before, even in her travelling from Michigan to New York. She sat in silence and looked out the window most of the way. Herself, Amelia, and Razorback. When she was told to join Buford in this mission to take care of someone who needed to be dealt with, of course she didn’t argue with it. But she had a feeling Mr. Hollis wasn’t too thrilled with it. The dark haired mutant could feel it. Once they arrived at their destination, they stepped out of the cabin of The Big Pig. Amelia turned into a mist, her power; it was useful in a situation like this. As was Buford’s, but she had to question why she was there. She shrugged it off with a chill that crept along her arms. The snowy terrain of the West Virginia Mountains, fucking Appalachia. Tina looked around and waited for Ms. Voght to return. Once she did and informed herself and Razorback of the status of their situation, Rage looked at Buford and waited for his orders on what to do. Tina’s skin felt more and more chilled by the weather. Sure she had a jacket, but it felt like there was nothing protecting her fair colored skin from being nipped by the frost in the air. In waiting for Buford’s orders she had to go back in questioning why she was there. Damn the telepath who entered her head, putting in her mind that she was worthless. There was a reason she was brought on this mission. Deval had to be dealt with, there had to be use for her. |
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| Buford Hollis | Dec 22 2008, 08:52 AM Post #4 |
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Buford looked over at Amelia and the piece she was carrying "Just a sec, hun," Buford growled lustily, and grabbed the pistol from her dainty hands. His hands were torn up and covered in oil streaks from his work deep in the belly of the Big Pig. He popped the ammo cartridge out and carefully looked at it. A half second later, he popped it back it and faced his superior. "I fix some of those guns to do some unusual things. Just had t'make sure. If it wer'n o' my special guns, you might lose a finger if y'aint careful." He winked and gave it back to Amelia. "You ever fire one of these before?" Buford inquired. Amelia was a mutant terrorist, but from what he knew, she never got her hands dirty on this level. As far as he knew, which admittedly, he didn't know a whole lot about the secret workings of the Acolytes. Maybe she and Primal and Saint were all up in crazy shit all the time without Buford's knowledge. Still, Buford's ass was on the line, and he didn't want a newbie accidentally capping his ass. Buford clicked a few parts in and out, transforming his normal flechette pistol into more of a flechette sniper rifle. "I figure I can take out a guard or two with this before they return fire. I'll need Amelia to transport me out of there, but we do that a couple times, along with your shots, Ame, I think we can take out maybe half of the guards pretty quickly." Buford didn't mean to step on Amelia's toes here, she was the commanding officer, but he also had the most experience doin' the Bee Aitch's dirty work. He'd taken care of that punk in Salem, knocked down those bigots in Tennessee, made contacts and recruits from a wide array of mutants (from Layton Jackson to Jeanne-Marie), and he was the one to bring Magneto Ben Urich. "Don't worry, ladies, this should be fun." |
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| Amelia Voght | Dec 24 2008, 03:49 AM Post #5 |
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Amelia was slightly surprised when Razorback took the gun from her hands. She shouldn’t have been. He explained that he sometimes modified his weapons so that only he could use them. It would have been disastrous if she had grabbed one of the personalized weapons. That was a good idea on his part, though. A lot of the weapons were of his own creation. In fact the one that Razorback was holding and planned on using was his invention. He was protecting himself on several levels. "You ever fire one of these before?" he asked as he handed the pistol back to the red head. “Yes. I’ve used several firearms,” she replied leaving out the fact that she’d never shot a person before. Amelia had used guns in target practice before but never in violence against a person. She’d been more inclined to action with her powers lately rather than weapons. At the moment, though, firearms seemed to be the straightforward solution. She was aware of basics like the safety and kick back. This would be a test for her. Buford laid out a simple plan rather quickly. It was good that he was taking initiative. He showed promise. Many of his actions had put him in a very good position with the Brotherhood. Amelia was also glad for him input and direction. He’d had more experience with these types of situation. Her power was mainly to get them into and out of the situation as quickly as possible. She had fine control of her powers and could activate them quickly. Teleporting them both quickly to different locations simultaneously would be an exercise but they would be close enough that Amelia felt confident that she could pull it off. Amelia clicked the safety off the pistol and held it pointed toward the ground. “I’m ready when you are. I can put you as far away or as close to an agent as you like. I’ll teleport myself behind one of the exterior guards and take him out as quickly as possible. Once shots are fired, they’ll react quickly,” she explained. |
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| Rage | Dec 25 2008, 04:18 AM Post #6 |
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JP BETWEEN RAGE AND RAZORBACK Rage stood by as Amelia and Buford exchanged words about firearms. She really didn't know how to use a weapon, and thought it wouldn't be a good idea for her to bring one or take one of Razorbacks' guns. The dark haired mutant was especially discouraged when he said that some of his weapons were tailored to him. She didn't want to blow her fingers off. He said what the plan was. But noticed there wasn't much room for her to do anything. Why am I here? This is pointless, She thought. He told them it should be fun. And as soon as Amelia finished speaking Rage looked at Buford and said, "What do you want me to do?" Her voice leveled and calm, the three might be there to take out a rat and facing federal agents. But that was all child's play. To the other two of the group that is. Buford disliked Tina. Her voice always sounded like a robot, without no emotion. That wasn't right. Emotion was what kept humans (and mutants) different from ants (and mutant ants). She kept up a guard at all times. Sure, Buford didn't want Jaguar Girl always comin' into his room, cryin' out her heart, but they were working in an emotional field. If she was hiding all her emotions, what else could she be hidin'? "I want you to stay close t'either me or Amy here," Buford barked, "You wanna be part of the Brotherhood, you gotta prove yourself that you're worth somethin' more than pissin' people off." It was probably a mistake for Buford to say that. Ain't her fault her mutation did that, and it probably was worth something to the bigger Brotherhood operations. Still, Buford didn't get to choose his crew for this mission. If he needed a bunch of pissed off zombies, he knew who to call. "You need a weapon or somethin, darlin?" He drawled. At times she wondered if she naturally emitted some of her power subconsciously. Rage didn't know why or when he started to hate her. It didn't matter, at times she didn't care. It didn't bother her, people always hated her. Figuring about half of the Brotherhood hated her. It was nothing new to her, she was used to it. "Would it be a good idea? I've never fired a gun before." Never fired a gun before? That was a bucket slap full of useful. Buford grumbled mentally. He sighed, "Alright then, I guess this mission is educational in nature fer you," He scowled. If Buford was the one making the calls, the very least, he would have chosen people who were gonna be a benefit to such an important mission. If this was another job, to just kill another human bigot, fine, little girl could learn how to shoot then. But this was important. He nodded over to Amelia. "Lets get this goin'. We need to keep this Pfister fuck from blabbin' to the pigs." He pumped his flechette rifle a few times. She nodded and waited. Tina waited for their attack to start. [OOC: Ame go ahead and post next.] |
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| Amelia Voght | Jan 5 2009, 10:37 PM Post #7 |
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"Lets get this goin'. We need to keep this Pfister fuck from blabbin' to the pigs," Razorback instructed as he pumped up his flechette gun. Now was the time to get to work. Rage seemed just as ready for action but she was even less experienced than Amelia with firearms. The tension between Rage and Razorback was bristling in the air. Amelia picked up that there was an animosity and hoped that it wouldn’t affect the mission. Surely it wouldn’t, Buford was one of the more trusted Brotherhood members. He had proven himself time and again. He would be able to put squabbling aside to complete the objective, couldn’t he? Amelia checked the pistol again. It appeared to be in working order. The safety was off and ready to fire. “I’ll deposit you two on the exterior, we’ll sweep the guards and then take care of Pfister. I’ll keep an eye out but if you run into trouble let me know and I can get you out of there,” Amelia said. She could easily take care of herself. The red head could vanish into an insubstantial vapor to evade bullets at will, but her teammates were not so blessed. She could take care of that for them but she’d have to know when there was an opportune time. Amelia gripped her gun and reduced the Brotherhood assassin squad into a cloud of molecules. They flew up the hill and over the snow. Amelia guided their amorphous mass through the air and then she separated one portion off in the eastern direction and a portion to the west. She split them up to cover more ground; divide and conquer. Simultaneously, Amelia rematerialized each of the Brothers. She appeared silently behind one agent who was staring down the hill. He appeared lazy, even bored with his job. This man wasn’t expecting any opposition. They were to be on their guard but they were expecting a frontal assault. There were no words. She raised her pistol to the back of the man’s head and pulled the trigger. Her shot rang out through the chilly night spraying a pink mist across the pristine snow. The alarm was going to be raised with the firing of shots. Amelia vaporized and shot out through the air toward another target. |
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| Buford Hollis | Jan 11 2009, 05:34 AM Post #8 |
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The jump made Buford want to puke. Seriously, Razorback felt the bile rising in his throat. He swallowed it back down, and aimed his flechette gun at the nearest guard, and pumped the trigger. A small pfft and his throat exploded in a cloud of blood and bone. Sucked to be that guy. He was able to fire a few more shots out before the Feds were able to return fire. Now, the Federal Witness Protection Program actually only protects their protectees by producing false identities and getting the protected into the safe house. The actual physical guards are provided by the United States Marshal Service. Funny thing about law enforcement was that they were trained to shoot at the attacker in the chest. After all, the head was a comparatively small area to hit, while the chest was a big one. The problem is that if the attacker knew this ahead of time then they could prepare for that. The marshal's shots were stopped by Buford's bulletproof vest. He staggered a few steps back, because even with the vest, the impact still hurt. Buford was taught in the army to aim for the chest too. But he had corrected that. After all, his mastery of machinery made him a better shot than average, just by understanding how his gun worked. He didn't have to worry that much about missing. One after another, the pair of Amelia and Buford culled down the Federal Marshals. Now, obviously, the first thing the Feds probably did was call it in, that shots were fired, so they needed to hightail it and kill Pfister pretty damn quickly. Just as a flechette tore through the last marshal's head, Buford noticed something. The snow on the ground was swirling around the house, even though there wasn't no wind. From what Buford remembered, Pfister was a walkin' snowman. A bunch of frozen water that somehow had a brain. The small cabin began to rumble. CRICK CRICK CRICK BAKOOM! The roof of the cabin strained and then blew the fuck apart. More and more snow began to swirl around what was growing out of the cabin. Buford hoped that Amelia (and Tina, he grudgingly thought) had enough layers on to keep toasty. Even Buford was starting to shiver. As the snow finally stopped swirling around, Buford saw what the snow formed into. It was like a 30 foot tall man, made completely out of snow. He carried giant fists, with what looked to be icicles spiked all over them. The air around him was foggy, as the innate coldness of Pfister made water condescend. He made a strange, very loud, barking sound; For some reason, Buford didn't think that Pfister could talk like this. "Damn, I didn't know he could do this," Buford said, his mouth agape. Of course, when Buford met Deval Pfister it was September, the leaves were just falling. There was snow for the Snowman to accumulate. "This is gonna be one hell of a hoedown." |
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| Rage | Jan 24 2009, 02:46 AM Post #9 |
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After Amelia had dropped the two off, Rage felt a bit lightheaded and nauseas. It wasn’t shocking that Buford and Amelia was able to take out the federal agents. Her hazel eyes looked to the ground, the snow was moving. It wasn’t normal, her eye brows lowered in confusion. Then the cabin rumbled. Her eyes widened as the cabin blew apart to pieces. The cold was like piercing knives on her skin. Her breath showed as she shivered in the cold. Looking over to Razorback she saw he was shivering also. The snow stopped swirling, and the result was a 30 foot tall snowman. Rage’s mouth opened slightly before Buford spoke. The cold was nearly making her breathless; the chill hit her lungs like a punch in the face. In a calm but chilled voice she replied to him, “How do you kill snow?” She spoke with a shiver in her voice, still calm just not as steady. Because of Buford’s suggestion she thought that she was only there to learn to be more combative. It was never her style but she would question Magneto. Her muscles tensed and fists clenched, Rage knew she wasn’t going to be able to take the colossal snowman. But the tensing and clenching was to try and get warm, even if it was just a little bit. Tina looked up and saw the snowman’s face; it was a smirk full of brazen arrogance. One thirty story snowman against three smaller Brotherhood mutants. One of which was a nurse, while another had no combative skills. According to Buford all she was good for was to make other people pissed off. Wait… Rage thought in her head. She reached her hand out to touch Buford’s shoulder, to get his attention. “Razorback…” |
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| Amelia Voght | Jan 24 2009, 05:52 AM Post #10 |
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Amelia had finished off another federal agent. After the first shots they mobilized quickly and almost efficiently. When Amelia reverted to her gaseous form, their bullets proved to be of no consequence. One of the agents put on an even more serious face, if that was even possible, and spoke rapid fire into the microphone on his shoulder. He was asking for directions. There were shots in the distance and this guard started off in that direction. Amelia appeared right behind him like she had done to the other and fired a bullet through his unprotected neck causing him to drop to the snow and fire a random string of bullets into the air. The red head was about to disperse and search for another target when she heard crunching foot steps in the snow. She spun around and saw a guard drop to one knee to draw fire on her. Amelia wasn’t extremely experienced with the pistol but she knew how to handle her mutant abilities. The man’s eyes didn’t have time to register the fact that he dissolved into a cloud of vapor when he vanished. Amelia didn’t see him but she knew that she rematerialized the human about a mile into the stratosphere. He’d been back on the ground momentarily. Suddenly the air around the nurse grew milky and foggy. The snow at her feet looked almost as if it was getting washed away but she realized that it was all flowing toward the cabin. With a loud crack that shot through the cold West Virginia night, the cabin shattered and a thirty foot man made of snow emerged. “That’s his ability?” Amelia asked herself. Deval made some kind of vocalization that Amelia couldn’t begin to decipher. Deval the Snowman began to march out of the wreckage of the cabin. Amelia dissolved and shot across the cold ground. She found Rage and Razorback together and reappeared near them. “This is, unexpected,” Amelia said. |
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| Buford Hollis | Jan 26 2009, 01:10 AM Post #11 |
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Shit, shit, shit, fuck damn shit! Buford mentally ran down every single thing he had in the Big Pig, and he couldn't think of any materials he had that would be able to melt this guy quickly enough before Deval was able to kill them all. Did they seriously not think this guy was not powerful enough to be in the Brotherhood proper? Shit, Buford didn't even think blowing the Big Pig up underneath the snowman was gonna be big enough to take this guy. Shit...Shit There had to be a way to beat kill him, but fuck if Buford knew it. Why didn't they send Pyro or Sunspot or Juggernaut with them? Pyro and Sunspot could burn the fucker down, and Juggernaut could smash the guy into places. FUCK, that guy is big, Was there something that Buford was forgetting? Pig's head might be able to take a chunk out of Pfister, but there ain't a goddamn way it'd finish him. Rage said his name but his mind was a bit to hurried to listen. Maybe she thought of something? The third of the trifecta of Brotherhood members appeared. "This is, unexpected," Amelia said, in what had to be a understatement of the fucking year. "Those sound like last words, goddamnit," Buford muttered, and then suddenly grabbed Rage and Amelia and pushed them down to the ground. The Iceman had swiped at them with his giant snowy arms. He wasn't able to drop himself below the swipe. "FUUUUUuuuck!" he screamed as flew through the air. He landed a good 20 feet away. Even with his heavy coat, he had several cuts from the tree branches. Pigs weren't meant for flying |
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| Rage | Jan 26 2009, 09:07 AM Post #12 |
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There was no way to get through to Buford, he wasn't listening. A thought formulated around her head, it was a long shot and probably a stupid suggestion but at that point anything was worth trying. Ms. Voght materialized next to them. Suddenly Rage and Amelia fell to the ground. Looking back to see what had caused her to fall it was evident. Razorback was flying. The chill in the air still caused her breath to look as though she was exhaling a puff of smoke. Tina looked up at the monstrous snowman. It was lifting its foot to stomp on her! She cried out and rolled out of the way of the beasts' foot. The rumbling of the stomp it made was earth shaking. He lifted his foot to try and smash her once again. Rage got to her feet and ran under the snowman's foot, towards Amelia. Her plan was a long shot but she had to try. With a shiver in her voice she spoke to the red head, "Ms Voght. if you could make sure that Frosty doesn’t stomp on me? I think I have a plan. Just don’t get in my eye sight and don’t let me get him off of my sight. And keep me close to him.” The dark haired girl turned to face their enemy, Deval. The shiver that overtook her lips suddenly stopped. Her eyes changed from hazel to a deep red. People tend to rise in temperature when they are angry; Rage’s hope was to make the Abominal Snowman so angry that he would melt himself to a puddle. She poured all of the anger and hate that her power had into Deval. It was a stretch, but she had to try something. |
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| Amelia Voght | Jan 27 2009, 04:06 AM Post #13 |
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Amelia had just coalesced into her solid form next to Razorback and Rage when she and the other woman were thrown down to the snow. Amelia looked up and wiped the wet snow from her face to see clearly. Amelia was able to look up just in time to see Razroback flying through the air. He had been hit by the monstrous Deval. The small time informant had collected so much snow to his body that he had grown to an incredible height. Amelia wondered what his strength level had grown to. Buford sailed through the air and landed with a sick crash through the tree limbs and branches. Amelia scrambled to her feet next to Rage. The dark haired girl quickly explained a plan she had in mind. It was a stretch but Amelia didn’t have any other ideas. Amelia took a spot slightly behind the ragebringer. If Amelia was caught in her line of sight, the overwhelming rage would bubble up and take over the nurse’s mind. Amelia wasn’t sure how she could stop the giant man of snow but she would do her best. Deval looked down at them and roared in his strange guttural snowman language. It was a frightening and unfamiliar sound. He had set his sights on the two women. Rage stood stock still beside her. Deval’s face contorted with the rage that he was being filled with. He grimaced and looked down at the women. He approached them and raised his foot to stomp them. Options flashed through Amelia’s head. She saw a jagged stump of wood that she could teleport to their side to impale Deval’s foot. Or she could have sent them to another place nearby. Amelia readied to teleport them to a safe distance but Deval stopped short. He set his foot down away from the women and looked puzzled. A large chunk of snow fell from his arm and elbow. The snow monster was melting. Deval roared again. |
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| Rage | Jan 30 2009, 07:47 PM Post #14 |
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Her power flowed onto him like water from a faucet. Or a raging river that busted through a dam. Rage did not let up; she did not lose her sights on Deval. And from what she could see the plan was working. The snowman’s elbow had fallen. His anger, which she was inflicting on him, was making him so mad that he was melting himself. The dark haired mutant stood perfectly still, the chilling wind blew through her hair. A chunk from the side of the snowman’s stomach fell off. Roaring again he had become angrier. He stared down at the rage bringer and the red head. Speaking in such a tone that would make a warm blooded mammal shudder, “You little fucking bitch! LOOK WHAT YOU DIIIID!!!!” The earth shook with his deep voice, reverberating throughout the forest. Chunks of his snow body fell off as he spoke. “I’m gonna squash you like a bug! I’m going to kill you, you little bitch!!!!” He raised his slushed foot high in the air to stomp on the two. Luckily for Amelia’s powers it wouldn’t do any damage to them. Rage hoped that the nurse would keep them close to Deval. The further away she was from him the less angry he would become. Proximity was important... but then again so were their lives. But the plan was working. |
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