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| Volt | Aug 5 2009, 01:17 AM Post #46 |
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Electrokinesis / Cloned Origin
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"What was I doing?" the goat-witch asked in bewilderment. Wanda tilted her head and regarded her. “You were… looking at the whole of Creation,” she replied simply, “and it is looking back at you.” As presumptuous as it would sound to say it aloud, Wanda existed on a different level… one that seemed like madness to those on the outside. The dire situation they were in, especially as Jonny and Sarah started to succumb to the Wanda-virus’ transformation, didn’t filter through Wanda’s skewed perception, it was like a dream. She wandered over and hunkered down near Jonny, slide her dreamy gaze to Sarah again then back at Jonny. “Oh, very nice, Jonny, but there is only one Wanda Maximoff.” Box tossed him some kind of vest that once he slipped it on was helping to siphon off the virus... but the usual way that Wanda thought was definitely filtering in his head, and as she hunkered down next to him and proclaimed that there could only be one, he smiled, and said, "Only one, Wandy, but your inspiration can help us all." He grabbed her and planted a kiss right on her pretty red lips and said, "Baby, your chaos and my electricities combined and we can haxxorz this computer system and get the hell out of digital land. You got me, Peaches? We are going viral." His voice was a little more manic than normally, his gaze a little less focused. Combined with the buzz from the electricity all around them, Jonny was as close to truly drunk as he had been in a long time. Wanda laughed at Jonny’s antics, her eyes widening comically at the kiss. “I get yo-…oof,” she began but toppled forward as Guido bumped into her from behind. Sprawled beside Jonny, she called, “Thank you,” as Guido sailed, ass over tea kettle over their heads. She lay on the floor, which was as good a position as any other, gazing at the tower. Around her, just like when they first appeared in this world, red leeched into the structure beneath her and spread crimson, like the cancer. “I wonder… if there is a sky above us,” she mused. There was clearly quite a bit of chaos going on right now, that the infected part of his mind was enjoying the hell out of. Through his blue digital form, red lightning shapes crackled, but the infection was not spreading thanks to Box's vest thing, whatever the heck it was. Wanda, sprawled on the floor beside him, mused about the sky, and Jonny looked up, at it, "You got an idea about the sky?" “Ahh,” Wanda smiled broadly and reached up with her hand. Huge cracks split up the polished black walls, spilling out crimson light like a rave-club vision of Hell, but more stylish. The tower shuttered and groaned as huge clunks broke away to the cyber street below. “The sky… would be… gears,” she said, it was how she envisioned order – gears forever turning, their teeth fitting together perfectly, turning around and around with no surprises. Around them, Box fought and Puck was speeding through the air like an anger bullet. “This is the … climax… there should be music; in the movies Jet brings home to watch, there is always music at the important parts… life should have music.” Rousing fight music, with trumpet riffs reminiscent of something out of Star Wars, sounded through the air. Jon followed her gaze, and to his slightly reprogrammed brain, the gears in the sky made perfect sense, though he thought, with the more rational part of his mind, that it should be circuitry. So, over his head, the gears were suddenly overlaid with a circuitry pattern, rotating slowly with the tick tick tick of the gears. Music started and Jon smirked, "Michael Bay, eat your heart out." He flung one hand up, and lightning, blue and red, streaked up into the sky, blasting into the gears. At random intervals and locations, the city and the tower around them went black, error messages popping up at each damaged block of data. The tower, under siege, began to suffer. |
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| Satyr | Aug 8 2009, 01:27 AM Post #47 |
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A rhythm was inside Sarah's mind, one that only she could hear, one that she discerned from the chaos and random nothingness of the 'world' around her. It wasn't a standard rhythm. Sarah wasn't a band nerd in school, so she didn't really quite know all the terms, like 4/4 beat, but she was a dancer and a cheerleader. She felt rhythms. This wasn't a standard rhythm. It was almost something you'd expect from the tough end of Guitar Hero. Like Rush or something. Still, her head bounced to it, giving her the appearance of someone quite deranged. They just didn't see the world that she did. There were two blues in her world, one normal, and one quite transcendental. Jonny was in the second. Don't get Sarah started on the reds. The Goat Witch simply nodded to Wanda's talking. It made sense. Of course, that made sense. She was seeing the universe as it was and not how she normally made sense of it. It was a pseudo-Cthulhu experience. Man was not supposed to glimpse upon what Sarah was seeing. She was lucky the artifice and caprice of the virtual world was guarding her from fully seeing the world as Wanda sees it, or Satyr might never come out of the deep end. Somehow she ended wearing a vest from Box, and the colors in her world were starting to fade back to normal. Thank god. The dark god that was taunting Box had let loose a pillar of light. Box had said something about the vest siphoning energy away from her... It was crazy, but if Sarah had learned anything here, it was that crazy just might work. She whipped off her vest and threw it into the pillar. The beam contracted into focusing onto the vest harness. The vest was forming an closed circuit. It would suck the energy from the guy with the dumb forehead 'bling', as Guido called it, and contain it within itself. As long as the harness could hold the energy, Sinistar (Sarah thought that was what Box called it) shouldn't be able to blast them. Between something sucking away from his energy and Jonny and Wanda attacking him directly, Sarah was pretty sure that Puck might be able to knock the guy around a bit. And if not, Box was always there to troubleshoot. |
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| Box | Aug 8 2009, 04:54 AM Post #48 |
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Madison himself was knocked backward at the explosive strike, careening through the airwaves and landing hard on his chest. Pain. He hadn't felt true pain since losing his self. It was a good sign, it meant he was close, it meant he was slowly absorbing some of himself through bleedthrough. He struggled to get back to his feet as his teammates took to the offensive, looking to overwhelm "Sinister" with sheer numbers. "Stop that! What are you doing?" The Sinister avatar exclaimed in surprise as Wanda's chaos energies began to work in concert with the efforts of Jon and Sarah, dismantling the defenses of the prison program one by one. He flung his hands out, fingers spread wide, sending arcs of purple lightning at the heroes as they scrambled to defeat him. "Stay back! I will destroy him! I would sooner destroy him than allow you to take him back!" "You can't..." Madison gasped as he got back to his feet, lifting his right arm up to intercept the lightning as an arc raced towards him. A shield spread out from his forearm, the lightning striking it instead of him, but the grimace on his face showed that it still pained him. He began to walk forward, step by laborious step, despite apparent pain. "You can't or you already would have..." "Perhaps not, but I can kill all of you," he smirked, and with no sense of self-preservation and overwhelming confidence that his lightning-like energies could hold the attackers at bay, did nothing otherwise to defend himself. "I am a mere program, and can delete this entire structure at will - all of you will be... deleted along with it. And unlike deletion by virus hunters, you will not be retrievable." As the tower itself began to dismantle under the joint assault of Wanda, Jon, and Sarah, the captive portion of Madison Jeffries suddenly became unbound, but remained immobile atop the dismantling prison. With Madison's will focused on defying the energy attack as much as he could, he could not make contact with the rest of himself. |
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| Puck | Aug 8 2009, 03:34 PM Post #49 |
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The throw was mighty. It was rivaling a good toss like what Ol' Sasquatch used to give a guy when he was good n' ticked off. Puck sailed through the air, toppling end over end as he approached his target. It was a perfect throw. Had Guido been aiming for the building, that is. Puck completely missed the pale white looking guy, but did manage to give the fella a nice one finger salute on the ride by. Puck slammed into the side of the building, and slammed it hard. So hard, in fact, that rather than doing his normal bouncy man routine, he went through the wall. Thankfully his momentum was slow enough now where when he hit the opposite wall, he bounced. He bounced up to the ceiling, then back down to the floor. Back up to the ceiling, down to the floor again, but this time, he went through the floor. The floor was now mysteriously much more delicate than it was previously. He found himself crashing through three floors of the same material, finally landing in the basement. Well, to call it a basement was really a stretch. Sure, it was most likely the bottom floor, but it didn’t look like no damn basement he was expecting to see around computers. The floor was completely black. There were pylons at approximately 4 foot intervals going up from the floor, and into the ceiling. The ceiling looked to be a dark blue, with light blue energy coursing through it. Then, he heard a loud explosion coming from above, and the muffled voice of the baddie with the complexion of sour cream. Suddenly, the energy in the pylons turned purple, and with a loud whoosh, shot upward from the floor to the ceiling. He then heard a loud noise, which sounded a whole heck of a lot like electricity being discharged, and his friends saying "Ah!" or "What the heck" or "purple lighting oh my god what a world!" or words to that affect. He had an idea. You don’t gotta hit Ol' Eugene here with the obvious plan stick too hard, once he's pointed in the right direction. He got himself a running start, then leaped onto the floor, butt first, and bouncing hard left towards the first pylon. He smashed into it, causing sparks, cracks, and all kinds of nifty little crunching sounds. The tube went dark as he launched himself with his remaining momentum towards the next pylon. Had somebody been looking down from above, Puck would have looked like a pinball, and this would have looked like one of the sickest bank shots ever seen in pinball. The Addams Family Pinball machine had never seen such might. He ricocheted from one pylon to the next, shattering them, sparks flying, and eventually, the entire area was blackened as the last pylon was extinguished. Puck dusted off his hands and admired his handiwork. "Not a bad days-" CRUNCH Puck looked up, that loud crunching noise came from above, and sounded distinctly like a building who's load had just shifted, due to its main load bearing structures being compromised. huh. Puck looked at the smashed, well damaged non-functional pylons. Were the ones in the back sagging? Ooohh.... nelly. |
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| Strong Guy | Aug 10 2009, 07:45 PM Post #50 |
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Guido knew it the second he let go. The shot was a little off. He tried waving with his hands like a bowler does when the ball is veering to the left, but no matter how frantic were his antics Puck just kept curving away from the target. "Aw crap," he said as he bit his nails. Puck flew right past the guy (who didn't even have the decency to flinch or even acknowledge the whole thing), but that's where it got even worse. With a loud crashing sound, Puck smashed through the building's outer wall and immediately following that was a lot of other crashes and smashes coming from the inside of the building. Guido smiled sheepishly as he looked over at the rest of the team. "Whoops." He was probably all right, wasn't he? Sinister and Box started a shouting match, and Guido was dividing his attention between that and the building behind him. Was the wall a little less perpendicular than before?? Lightning flashed out and when the light faded from Guido's eyes he was sure of it, the building was collapsing. Guido was already running, barreling down like a linebacker toward the Sinister program. "Move outta tha way," he growled and hit the guy like a Mac Truck. The walls were cracking, and Guido had this weird feeling of dejavu. Still, he had to save the little guy. Bouncy or not, he might not be doing so hot if the whole thing came toppling down on top of him. Putting his hands up, he caught the lip of part of the structure and pinned himself underneath it like a pillar. "Puck?" He called out into the interior. "You mind gettin' yer bouncy butt outta there?" The structure sagged a little, and Guido redoubled his efforts. "This. Is. Heavy..." |
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| Wanda | Aug 14 2009, 08:05 AM Post #51 |
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The tower trembled like a living thing amidst its death rattles. Drunk on the poisons of her own insanity, Wanda felt the crashing music, mimicked by the crumbling tower, and felt like she was drift in a turbulent sea; but far from drowning in the chaos, Wanda buoyed by it and knew she could ride the waves while all around her drowned. Her mind, free of the usual bonds imposed to function in the ‘normal’ world, felt everything at a speed that nearly rivaled her brother - Puck flying and falling, crashing through the data structure; Sarah, the goat girl, removing something that pulsed with a bright scarlet and hurled it. Wanda felt a breath of herself trapped in the vest as it flew into beam of purple energy. The vest exploded in the beam, releasing the scarlet energy that crackled like living electricity. In the blink of an eye it struck, with a flash of scarlet, arced into the gem embedded in the Data-Sinister’s forehead. Below their feet, Puck was collapsing the supports, bringing the tower down. Somewhere in part of her mind, she knew that Guido was straining his enormous muscles to keep the floor from crushing Puck but he couldn’t keep it up infinitely. Undoubtedly, there were traps and barriers surrounding the human aspect of Madison but in the heightened insane state of her mind, those things didn’t matter; Wanda made the rules and right now, the shortest distance was not a straight line, it was a portal. A gash in reality opened, hanging in mid air revealing Madison on the other side, but she didn’t use it; she had already drunk too deeply from the madness. Her thoughts and form stretched, expanding until, like the foreshadowing conversation she had with Wiccan, she was a digital celestial goddess, looking down at the endeavors of ants. She was a face in the cybersky, her hair stretched out like cables plugged into the entire Internet. Jacob’s Ladders of electricity arcing between the strands. The sound of her maniacal laughter at the wild, unfretted freedom of the moment, bounced and echoed through the cyber canyons of data structures. Across the world, the name Wanda flashed on screens and everything even vaguely connected to the Net. |
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| Volt | Aug 14 2009, 09:58 AM Post #52 |
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Electrokinesis / Cloned Origin
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Wanda had lost it, and at her side, Jon was pretty darn close, his mind not as affected by her virus, thanks to Box's vest, but far enough gone that combined with the drunkenness of the electronic overload, he was having a great deal of trouble controlling himself. His lightning slammed into the sky overhead, shattering the digital world, blacking out more and more of the data. Wanda beside him had become a goddess, and he was her devotee, doing what was needed, what was necessary. Together they would destroy the tower and Mr. Forehead Bling... Jon pulled his lightning back as he realized what he was saying, what he was doing... he was losing himself to the electricity, something very close to what happened to him beneath Mojo's programming, the sheer mindlessness of destruction, and death. He was better than that, that's why he did not want a new form when he came here. That's why he stayed as Jon. He pulled his lightning into control, pulled himself into control. He wasn't a crazy, bolt of lightning. He was Jon Harper... or at least the closest thing he could be. Wanda opened a portal to the Madison's humanity and Jon dove into it, reaching the facsimile of their friend's personality. He grabbed a hold of him - it - him and said, "Come on, Buttercup, your less charming self is waiting. Let's get you too reunited before Wanda brings the whole web on our heads." Pulling him through the portal, Jon thrust him towards Box. "Do it!" he called over Wanda's mounting chaos. |
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| Box | Aug 15 2009, 06:48 AM Post #53 |
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"Stop it! You're ruining everything!" the Sinister duplicate wailed in frustration as the combined efforts of the digitized heroes ultimately brought his entire structure to ruination. Just as the golden tower collapsed into a heap of sparking digital data, Wanda's portal and Jonny's efforts had pulled Madison's other self through. Without a word in response, Madison clamped his hand onto his missing half's wrist, and the entire area glowed a bright white. When the light faded, there were no longer two Madisons, but one, whole and complete. He shone brightly with renewed power and self, and for the first time in a long time, a smile graced his face. "I'm alive again," he sighed, and then looked to the glowing pile of rubble as a dark hand shot up, followed by a battered and bruised Sinister duplicate as he stood up, seriously damaged, with streaks of data streaming from open wounds all over his body. "This isn't over... you belong to Apocalypse, and since Apocalypse is gone, you by default belong to me," He slowly lifted his right hand, which began crackling with dark purple energy. "Yes, it is over. And no I don't. Not anymore," His sword reformed itself, and in an instant so quick that even Pietro would have been startled, Madison darted past Sinister, sword splayed out wide. Sinister stood wide eyed for a moment before his head reeled back, a stream of data pouring from his sliced-open throat, and then dissolved completely. Madison stood with heaving breath for a few moments. It was all rushing in on him, emotion pounding on him so hard he could hardly stay standing, but he resisted, tried to stave it all off, but his face betrayed him. The guilt, the knowledge of what he had been made to do, was pushing hard on him, a necessary pain in order to reintegrate himself wholly. "I... It's over... thank you... thank you all so much... I... just will yourselves back... think hard and you'll automatically trace back to the basement, I... I have to go retrieve Legard, I'll meet you back there as soon as I have." And then he was gone, off to do as he said he was going to do, but one might presume he left as abruptly as he did to avoid being seen crying as well. |
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| Puck | Aug 16 2009, 04:12 AM Post #54 |
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The climb through the building had been somewhat like trying to navigate a strange vegas hotel lobby while completely snockered off your gourd drinking the house whiskey the ladies kept feeding you while playing 12 hours of Texas Hold'em. Puck bounded up the stairs and thought to himself that yes, in fact this was just exactly like that, only instead of ladies falling from the sky and landing on his lap, it was sections of ceiling, and it was trying to land on his head. He barely made it out in time, bounding through a hole in the wall as the building finally started to buckle. Landing with a skid in front of Guido, Puck flashed him his patented winning smile, and a quick salute. "Turns out the shot was a tad off, but I think it turned out ok!" He looked up at the building only seconds from collapsing. "You can probably let go now." Hey, Jeffries was back! Puck thought that, then said it. "Hey, Jeffries! You're back!" He didn’t really acknowledge Puck's welcome, and Puck-o wasn't really surprised. The guy probably had a lot to deal with. He said something to the affect of will yourself, and you will rematerialize in the basement. Ok. That made all kinds of sense. Sounded sort of like a wizard of oz type thing. He didn’t tap his shoes, but he bet Guido wouldn’t disappoint. Instead, Puck closed his eyes and... imagined "basement." What do ya know? It worked? He opened his eyes, and after a funny sensation, he was back in the basement. The entire basement was glowing in a dim red, as all of the computer monitors flashed "WANDA" over and over again. Weird. "Hey guys, I think we broke that internet thing!" |
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| Strong Guy | Aug 20 2009, 03:29 PM Post #55 |
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All around Guido chaos erupted like Old Faithful, except without the water and with a whole lot more crazy. He continued to hold the strange building thing up, though it was getting rapidly more difficult to do. For one thing it was extremely heavy. Guido was pretty good with lifting things, it was actually like a specialty for him. But for those of you who haven't tried holding up a building before, they are really heavy. To top it off, Guido's nose itched. He couldn't be bothered with the details or facts that this was some kind of cyber representation of himself, and that technically that wasn't even his nose. He just knew he had to scratch that itch or he was going to go mad. Looking up he thought he saw the name Wanda in the sky, but it disappeared before he could blink twice. Weird. And then Puck was rolling out and giving him the salute. Guido was glad that everything was okay and soon enough he was all alone in the strange online world. He was still standing there holding the building. "Okay," he called out, hearing his own voice echo. "I'll be right there." He started to try and move, but the building threatened to topple on top of him. There was no way that he was fast enough to get out of the way, so he redoubled his efforts and continued to hold the building up. "Guys?" His only answer was an echo of his own voice. The itch on his nose started up again and the only thing he could think about oddly enough was The Wizard of Oz. He clicked his sneakers together three times. "There's no place like home. There's no place like home." When he said it the third time he was in the room with everyone else. His arms were still up over his head holding up a load that was no longer there, and his eyes were pinched shut. He didn't even realize he'd been transported home. Clicking his heels together one more time. "There's no place like home." |
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| Box | Aug 26 2009, 06:06 AM Post #56 |
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If there had been anyone there to see it, they may have been impressed at Madison's navigation of cyberspace as he roamed the servers at a pace that would even leave Pietro Maximoff in the dust. On his behalf, Alexander Legard had been deleted, and it was as such up to him to find the young man's data and restore it. The task in and of itself wouldn't be so hard, as it would just be a matter of dragging him out of the recycle bin and placing him into an active section of the web. The difficulty lay in actually finding the young man, all while trying to deal with the sudden influx of emotion that had been denied for the better part of half a year. The streak of data that was Madison rushed all around, searching frantically for the young man until finally, he came upon it. He carefully opened up the recycle bin and lo and behold, found the inert form of Alexander Legard inside. He was a little bruised and banged up, but otherwise in good condition. He'd be fine upon re-entry. "Let's get outta here, kid," Madison said in a quiet whisper as he grabbed onto Legard and willed himself back into the real world. The two of them re-emerged with a flash of lazer light beaming from the Box robot's chestplate, Madison garbed in a solid black bodysuit coated in blue Egyptian heiroglyphs marking him as the property of Apocalypse, and holding on to the unconscious Legard. He set the young man down on his hammock, took two shaky steps away and dropped to his knees, on the verge of collapse himself. One may say it was atrophy due to lack of use over all these months that brought Madison Jeffries to his knees, which it partly was, but in large part, the guilt over what he had been made to do physically overwhelmed him. He was human again, and now the coping process could begin. [The End] |
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