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| Terror on the Broadway- 7 Local; (The Subway Plot) | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 31 2010, 03:15 AM (1,945 Views) | |
| Cyclops | Jan 31 2010, 03:15 AM Post #1 |
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February 2nd, 2010 Mid-Afternoon For all intents and purposes, the well dressed man with the cane, and his companions, another younger man, a slightly scruffy girl, and a small boy, were an ordinary family unit, noticeable only for the haphazardness of their persons. A school teacher with a few students? A gay couple and their adopted children? A pair of brothers with a secondary family in tow? It didn't matter what anyone saw, didn't matter what anyone thought they knew. Ruby, with enough pills and bourbon in his system to make his leg not hurt and his anger not surface, leaned against the center pole, refusing to take the seat that opened, probably out of stubbornness, and casually chatted with Beta, and the kids as the subway train hurtled through the tunnels beneath Manhattan. This wasn't a pleasure trip, though to throw off anyone who might pay attention to their comings and goings Ruby was going to treat his little family to a ride on the Staten Island Ferry today. It was February, and it was cold, but it was nice out, and the little Ghost had never been on the ferry. He'd like it, maybe. The truth of the matter was, there was something more important on this trip, resting in the satchel slung around Rahne's neck. Paperwork, documents on several anti-mutant government officials who were stymie-ing legal expatriation of mutants in the States who might be considered valuable for SHIELD's purposes. Emma Frost had hired Ruby to get these files, so that she could do her own particular brand of persuasion on them. He took the job for the money, for the principle, and mostly because it had been some time since he saw the diamond princess that he had been working with since she came into his theater years back. Since then, they'd developed... what was it? A mutually beneficial arrangement that more often than not ended up with her $14,000 Manolo Blahnik albino anaconda boots tossed under his bed. Lorelei probably knew about this little dalliance, but if she did, she never said shit about it. She wouldn't. She was skilled in business, skilled in bed, but not so skilled in confrontations. Not with him anyhow. She knew he didn't love her, and he didn't love Emma either. He was fond of them both, and both of them did what he needed them to do when he needed it done. Did it make him happy to hurt Lorelei? No, it never even occurred to him he was doing it. Did it make him happy to hurt Emma? Well, no one could crack a diamond. They would meet, here on the subway, exchange bags, his with the files, hers with the money, exit at the next stop, share a few moments, and then part again. Ruby didn't like quick fucks, but sometimes a man had to do what a man had to do. As they neared the prearranged stop, Ruby began to think about Emma, think to her. She'd find him, like magic. And, magic would happen. |
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| Wolfsbane | Jan 31 2010, 06:40 AM Post #2 |
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Rahne was given an important job. Very important, yes. Important. She liked the important jobs. They made her feel special, made her feel good. She had to hold on to some very important stuff for Ruby, in this little bag here. So she would guard it with her life, yes she would. If Ruby said it was important, than it was very very important. She wouldn't say too much, she never was much of a conversationalist, even though she was, in all likelihood, as tame as she was ever going to get, but she'd occasionally glance over to Ruby with a wide, toothy grin on her face, just making sure she was still in the good. It never occurred to her whether or not anyone would find it annoying, But just because she was doing her important job didn't mean she was letting her other job slack. She was supposed to keep an eye on Ghost, since she was the one who could always tell where he was no matter how visible he was. She could always smell him, or hear him, or both. She took good care of the boy, played with him when he wanted attention, made sure he ate enough, and when Ruby called on him to do something, she made sure he was up to the task. She took good care of Ghost, yes she did. Rahne held on tight to the bag, clasping it in both hands as she kept her senses peeled to their surroundings. Whenever Ghost was out with them, she was a bit more protective than usual. |
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| Jamie Madrox(Old) | Jan 31 2010, 07:41 PM Post #3 |
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Beta leaned back against the seat on the subway. It was a pleasant afternoon so far. The Ruby Reds were just doing what they try to do every day, make a buck or few thousand. They, that meant Ruby actually, were meeting a contact. Ruby had some files to give her and they had opted for a public location. Beta, Ghost and Rahne were there for protection. They looked like anyone, really. Just a face in the crowd that no one would notice. Rahne was keeping the files safe in a bag slung around her neck. If someone was foolish enough to try and pickpocket the files from her, they’d be leaving with a stump. It was going to be an easy day. They’d make the exchange with one Emma Frost and then bounce on over to the ferry. It felt a little strange just leaving and taking a break from all the work that needed to be done in Ruby’s kingdom. If Beta wasn’t sending a couple of clones to do some dirty deeds, done dirt cheap he might add, he was handling affairs himself. Then again, there was that old saying, all work and no play makes Beta incredibly boring. Sure, he took time for himself. He’d hook up with a girl every once in a while, grab a few beers. That always came after doing some work though. Beta had left a couple of clones at the penthouse to keep an eye on things. If he couldn’t trust them, who were in essence himself, who could he trust? Beta had been casually chatting with his boss during the ride. He couldn’t remember when this woman was supposed to show up. Their chit chat had reached a lull and Beta looked around the subway car. There were just a couple of gang tags on the wall scrawled in black marker but otherwise the car was clean. Beta had noticed a cute little red head woman. Her pea-coat was buttoned up to her neck and a black and yellow scarf was showing through the top. She had a set of earbuds tucked into her ears and her nose in a book. Beta gave her a few glances. She felt eyes on her and looked over briefly. James gave her a grin, more a tug at the corner of his mouth, and arch of his eyebrows. She returned to her book. Beta bet himself that by the end of the ride, he could get her phone number. |
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| Rodney McCain | Feb 2 2010, 06:21 AM Post #4 |
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His feet dangled from the seat. Ghost was still rather small for his age. His feet kicked back forth a bit, not like in a tantrum, just something for him to do. He didn't want to attract too much attention to himself, but a child sitting perfectly still on a subway would be odder than his little play. He was wearing a big heavy coat with the hood up. The shadows helped hide the fact that someone could see through him to the far side of his coat. He hadn't been fully visible for more than a year now. He was always just a little bit transparent. It wasn't grody, you couldn't see through his skin to his brain, but you could see through him to whatever was behind him. Ghost just hummed to himself and tried to not draw any attention. He's got hiiiigh hopes, he's got hiiiiigh hopes. He's got apple pie in the skyyyyy hopes. He bounced a little in his seat as he hummed, remembering the song from a cartoon he had watched at sometime. He was on the lookout for Mr. Ruby. Keep using his X-Ray vision to make sure that no one who got near was carrying anything that they weren't supposed to have. Just remember that ant Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant |
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| Emma Frost | Feb 2 2010, 08:59 AM Post #5 |
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She had come to enjoy these rendezvous. Since their initial encounter Emma had struck a tangible and beneficial relationship with the criminal that was Ruby Red . A relationship that while based on a mutual sense of supply and demand was one that was not without its perks. The thief was what some might call a broken soul, but she actually believed him to be quite to opposite. There was a sense of accomplishment in Ruby's lack of interest in the grander schemes and dreams of the world. She saw him as an old fashioned sort of criminal, only after his next payoff. There was comfort in that consistency. In boardrooms or ballrooms she had an image to protect, the savvy businesswoman caring for her empire. With the criminal lord she needed to wear no mask or acts. Because Ruby truly didn't give a fuck. He wanted his money, maybe a quick roll in the sack, but upon closure of the deal like the greatest of thieves he would be gone. A distant image with no trace of him left. She enjoyed that. She needed no clingers or people that wanted to settle down around her. When you trusted only yourself, any sort or partner, even a consistent lover was out of the question. Too many nights led to too many questions which led to too many problems. With Ruby Red this was never a problem because he held less use for her then she had for him. It was a relationship forged on business that had its perks, but she wouldn't lie. The perks were good. They were very very good. Standing on the dilapidated subway loading dock, Emma was anything but inconspicuous. Dressed in Prada's finest, a couture suit that left little to the imagination, the beautiful blond checked her makeup using the mirror of her compact. Applying a fresh coat of lipstick, she studied her face in the small round mirror's reflection. She searched for imaginary crows feet that were not there, and would never be so long the doc's kept supplying the Botox. As the years had went her obsession in regards to her appearance had grown. Gone was that plain girl who years before had only had the dream of making amends over her brother's death by aiding young mutants in their travels to the fabled promised land. Emma had learned to believe in no such myths anymore. She still held lofty goals, but her desire to be savior of a race had fallen by the way side. To be a true leader she knew one had to be master of both worlds. She never forgot who she was, but she had no desire to stop being who she had been, either. In the most basic of terms Emma wanted to have her cake and eat it to, and why shouldn't she? She was a powerful business woman as well as a mutant. One hand merely helped wash the other, and what she was unable to handle herself, well that was when Ruby would come into the picture. Information, documents, almost anything. So long as she was willing to pay there was nothing that Ruby and his gang could not deliver. As far as thieves went she had to admit they were of the highest order. She waited on this night for the subway train baring the man who had been a sometimes lover carrying with him what would pertain to be some very valuable documentation. How he had acquired it or what he had done to get it she didn't know nor did she care to ask. That wasn't apart of the job description. He supplied the goods she the loot, and sometimes a little something else, and then they would depart. Back to their respected places in the world until the next time a job or order came up. Like planned clockwork she could hear the thieves thoughts arise in her head. He was on time as always. Tonight's drop off would be a smooth and simple one, on a nondescript turf where neither of them would be recognized. The covertness made the whole ordeal that much more exciting. It gave the whole thing a underlining hint of danger. There was a desire in the forbidden, it made things just taste that much sweeter. As the subway train pulled up the overdressed woman in white who looked as if she had never ridden a subway in her life boarded it, a briefcase full of unmarked non-sequential bills in her hand. She made her way through the subsequent cars till she found the one that housed the thief, his crew, and her intel. Seeing the whole crew caused her a bit of surprise for a moment. She had dealt nearly almost solely with him or just he and one or two of his crew at a time. To see this much of the gang together was a rare occurrence. She figured it best to ask no questions of him. He was a man who valued his privacy as much as she valued hers. Hello Darling, she said speaking only into his mind, I see we brought the whole vagabond order out tonight. Going to take them out for a Broadway show with my hard earned cash. How very paternal of you. She cast him the wryest of smiles before turning her attention away as if she didn't know him. This game of cat and mouse had been going on long since they met. The only question of the night was whose turn was it to be the cat and whose the mouse? |
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| Banshee | Feb 3 2010, 02:25 AM Post #6 |
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"Do as you are told, you worthless fucking scum. It's your choice, die this way or die at my hands, which I assure you will be no quick ordeal" said the suited man as he flicked the switch tethered to the microchip on Sean's head. "You have five minutes, get to the Broadway 7, some of your mutant friends are there, some very high profile friends, this will be PR heaven, mutants killing mutants, killing innocent people." Sean lay on the floor of the speeding limo, bruised and bloodied as it skidded to a stop near the steps of the 7. "Get the fuck out, go down those steps and say goodbye to your friends" the man said as he pushed Sean down the long subway steps. Under normal circumstances the strong Irishman would have put up much more of a fight, he would have used his mutant abilities to bust the the eardrums and perhaps the heads of his captors, but having spent the last two months in isolation with video and audio on constant repeat featuring every kind of evil he could imagine had clearly messed with his head. With images of the Klu Klux Klan burnings, Nazi hangings and mutant violence from around the world bombarding his every though, being kept in darkness and starved to the point of mental breakdown the mutant was confused beyond logic or reasoning. He hadn't been sure of how the human-supremacist group had captured him in the first place, having been the victim of many a drunken blackout, Sean was used to waking up and not knowing where he was or how he got there, but to wake chained to a stone wall with a knife slit in your throat was a whole new experience. Sean's fragile starved body felt every hit as tumbled down the subway steps, leaving trails of fresh glistening red blood as the wounds from the beating of his captors were forced open once again. Stumbling to his feet Sean paid no attention to the crowds of people around him in the subway station as he ran into the the train as instructed. Maybe they were mutants, maybe they were humans, it didn't matter anymore, at this point nothing mattered to the Irish mutant anymore. Humans, mutants, whatever, they were all fucked, the face of creation was just one whirling mass of shit and Sean knew it. The violence, the hate, the supremacy, this world would never be rid of those things, it would never get any better, so maybe the only solution was to end it all. Removing the jacket the men had placed on him, the red haired Irishman revealed a set of bombs that covered every inch of his chest and torso. "Nobody move, don't fucking move, this is it, it's over. Not one fucking move" Sean screamed as he stood shaking in the middle of the train. |
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| Cyclops | Feb 3 2010, 05:45 AM Post #7 |
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He felt her, a stirring in his mind that traveled through his form and into the baser parts of himself, that could be quite embarrassing if he was not a man of control. What is it you were supposed to do? Think of baseball? Ruby let a smirk cross his face, as he mentally reached out to her, countering her taunts with a thought of ::Well, they all got As on their report cards so I'm taking them for ice cream.:: She took her place on the subway, ignoring him, and Ruby leaned over to the little Ghost. "Hey, champ," he said, quietly, putting his hand on the little boy's shoulder. "Remember what I asked you to do with the lady's bag?" He hitched a thumb at the vision in white, "That's her. You do this good, and we'll be out of here and on the ferry soon. I promise." He smiled, and maybe Ruby's face didn't lend easily to the expression, but around the kid he tried, he really did. Those monkeys did a number on him, they did a number on a lot of his people, but most of them were older when they were worked over. Ghost was a baby. Ruby had grown up quite a bit in an orphanage. He knew kids needed love. He couldn't quite give that, but he tried, he really tried. All he needed was for the Ghost to look into Emma's bag, confirm the money was there, and then, he and she would exchange satchels. The kids were here so there wouldn't been any bedroom rodeos, not until much later. This was a day outting. The night would come later. The man who suddenly forced his way into the car however set things into a panic. Irish accent, turned raspy by a barely healed wound on his throat, panic in his eyes, desperation, shaking, frail, battered, and the bombs, let's not forget the bombs. People screamed and pushed away, pounding on the dorms but the train was already moving. Ruby, who had a gun on him, could easily pop him in the head and be a hero, but that bomb, if it had a deadman's switch, they'd all be dead. ::Emma,:: he thought, quickly, ::Info on this leprechaun. What's his deal?:: "Ghost, Rahney, make yourself scarce," he ordered quietly. "There's an intercom by each door. Get to the engineer. Tell him we have a situation here and stay back. Close enough that if I need you, you're with me, but out of the line of fire. Move, move now." He grabbed Beta's arm. "You, be ready." This was way out of Ruby's depth. This could go big time wrong here, and he could get everyone killed, or he could maybe use the tactic he used to get him this far to get them all out of this. Ruby would never be a hero, but dammit, at this moment, he was sure not going to be a statistic. As everyone ran away from the man, Ruby step towards him, just one step, hands in the air. "Hey, hey," he said, his evenly pitched voice completely free of panic, and fear, no rage, no confrontation. Ruby could be charming when he wanted to be, and he could be steady. "You're in control here," he told the battered and terrified terrorist, "We're all listening to what you have to say. Let's talk a bit, ok, you and me? You're having a rough time, I know what that's like. You want to make a statement, then let me know what it is. We'll get you heard, ok?" He was stalling, trying to give Emma the time to read his mind, to get his kids to safety. |
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| Wolfsbane | Feb 3 2010, 06:17 AM Post #8 |
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The woman... Rahne studied he carefully, taking in the details of her scent, the way she sounded, her visual details, all of it. She didn't like her, she didn't trust her. Granted, aside from Karma, she didn't trust women period. She wasn't saying anything, but she and Ruby seemed to be communicating. Rahne didn't really understand how it worked, but she could tell by their body language that something was being said. Was this the person she was holding onto the bag for? Or was this just somebody else? Yes, this was her. Ruby was telling Ghost to peek into the bag, like the plan. But Rahne still didn't trust the woman, didn't like her being there. As was said, shee didn't like most women, especially around her Ruby. But then the plan went all to hell when the funny looking man came in. He looked like not enough skin stretched over bones. Like he was getting smaller and his bones weren't. Rahne knew enough to know he was in bad shape, but it still looked strange. Ruby told her to leave with Ghost, and as much as she didn't like leaving Ruby's side, she understood that she had to keep the boy safe. "Come," she said, and quickly yet gently lifted the boy up into her arms and fled into the next car. She hit the button on the intercom just as Ruby said, and began talking. "Bad guy on the train. Wants to hurt people, has funny thing on his chest." |
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| Emma Frost | Feb 3 2010, 08:40 PM Post #9 |
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Emma had taken her seat on the train and waited with a smug satisfaction for the transaction with Ruby to get underway. They had worked out the kinks of the bait and switch a long time ago, but still it never surprised her the eases in which Ruby handled it all. He was without a doubt a smooth criminal. The arrival of the screaming man with a bomb across his chest startled her out of her thoughts of how soon she would be holding the valuable documents Ruby had swiped for her in her hands. As the car they were all in erupted into panic and chaos Emma clutched the edge of her seat tightly. She wasn't sure if she was afraid or not, all of this erupted so suddenly perhaps this is what shock felt like. She had a lot riding on this Subway car she had just never imagined her life would also be on the bargaining block. Ruby's thoughts spoke his communication into her mind. Without hesitation the powerful telepath reached out with her thoughts into the troubled mind of the man carrying the mass arsenal strapped to his body. The thoughts were scattered, hectic, enraged. She gathered what she could from the troubled thoughts and pulled out as easily as she had entered undetected. Now she realized she had cause to worry. A sane functional mind was easy to manipulate, add a thought, erase a memory with the put together head one had a full canvas to work with. A troubled mind was far more difficult. The thoughts were already scrambled and confused, adding into the chaos could cause the man to break down further, and packing the weaponry he was carrying that seemed like a very bad idea. :: The leprechaun's name is Sean Cassidy, He's a mutant as well, has some sort of vocal power but I couldn't tell what exactly. The guy's minds a mess, Ruby:: she answered him with her thoughts, :: Besides apparently channeling his own white man's version of a bad Samuel L jackson impression, he's full of twisted anger and rage. Something or someone has broken his mind. He's in essence a walking time bomb. If I push him with my powers he's liable to snap completely, and with all those explosives on him if you eyebeam him and he has a kill switch he could be packing enough explosives to send us and probably a quarter block up to heaven quicker then Elijah on his chariot.:: Emma felt her breath catch in her chest as Ruby raised his hands in a passivity and approached the Irish terrorist. Did the thief have a plan for this or was he flying blind like Emma imagined he was? She new Ruby to be a man of gambles, but she doubted him messing around when the stakes were this high, and his and the lives of his team were on the line as well. ::Easy, Ruby:: she told him, :: The guy is certifiable, and the Irish are hardly known for diplomacy when they are firing on all cylinders. I'm going to radio ,in my own way, for help. Maybe we can talk this guy down, somehow. He has to want something. Everyone wants something:: Eyes still trained ahead of her the telepath extended her minds reach toward the driver of the car. :: There is a man on the back subway car. He is carrying a large amounts of explosives strapped to his chest, and he is declaring himself a terrorist. You need to stop this train and radio for help:: She ended the mental communication, and pulled back into herself. Instinct told her to switch into her diamond form, but she needed to be practical first. If this man could be talked down they all could be spared a world of questions and trouble. Besides herself and Ruby there was innocent people on this car. God, one of Ruby's own gang was just a child. Emma was struck with the realization that more then herself was on the line this time. They all needed an escape clause and they needed one fast. She looked at the screaming Irish man again. God she hated the subway and this was why. The crazy people always picked the subway. |
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| Narration | Feb 4 2010, 03:15 AM Post #10 |
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The day was a day, just like any other, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing should have been out of the ordinary. The subway engineer was leaning on her hand, hitting switches, applying speed when needed, cutting the throttle when not. She was thinking that it was about seven minutes until she switched out, two stations away from giving the seat up for a well needed 45 minute lunch break in the secret rooms away from the demanding passengers, the pee smell, the monotony of the tunnels, when the intercom suddenly went off from the last car. "Bad guy on the train. Wants to hurt people, has funny thing on his chest." "What the..." :: There is a man on the back subway car. He is carrying a large amounts of explosives strapped to his chest, and he is declaring himself a terrorist. You need to stop this train and radio for help:: Words in her head, a voice that she didn't recognize, speaking in a tone of mingled arrogance and shock. The engineer flipped a switch, cycling the security monitor to the last car, and when she saw the scene her face went pale. "Oh god," She got on the radio, "Transit Authority, this is Train 3R82, running Southbound Broadway-7 Local. We have bomb threat aboard the last car, please advise." "Train 3R82, this is Transit Authority, say again?" "You heard me, Karen, there is a fucking bomb on my train," the engineer snapped, "I'm looking at the guy right now on the monitor and a fucking telepath just alerted me in my goddamned head!" "Telepath? Holy shit, is this some kind of mutie thing?" "I'm pretty sure of it," the engineer said, "Look, I'm coming up on Houston/Varick Station, what do you want me to do?" "We're clearing the station," came the answer, "Pull in short, and empty the rest of the cars. Transit police are going to uncouple the last car, and move it onto the maintenance track. I'm getting them on the horn now. They'll want to know everything you can tell them." The engineer looked back up at the monitor and said, "Jesus Christ, Karen, we got some do-gooder trying to talk to the guy now." "Let's hope Johnny Hero doesn't get himself killed before we can deal with this," came the response, and then there was a long pause. "Rita, you know what this means, right? We're calling in Shield, and if this is a mutant issue... they're going to send in the Thunderbolts." |
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| Jamie Madrox(Old) | Feb 5 2010, 03:43 AM Post #11 |
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Beta kept discreetly eyeing the young woman with the earphones and the book. He wanted to try and act natural but he kept imagining what kind of underwear she was wearing. He was sure that Ruby would be fine with him finding a little companionship for the ferry ride, or for the evening after the ferry. A man had to have release in his life. A woman had the same need and if they could work together toward that end, it would be a glorious time. Unfortunately, for the multiplying mutant and his Ruby Red companions, their plans for the afternoon were shot to hell. First, the blond Emma Frost arrived carrying the briefcase. That was going to be their payday. With a quick handoff they could be on their merry way. She didn’t say a word. She was probably already talking to Ruby via telepathy. It was creepy really. They could be talking, thinking, about anything and Emma, or any telepath for that matter, could be listening in with no one the wiser. Things were about to line up perfectly when there was some shouting. A man with a hoarse voice was yelling. He threw his coat off to reveal an object strapped to his chest. It was unmistakable. He was wearing a bomb. Ruby, the natural leader he was, took command and issued some orders for his gang. He told Ghost and Rahne to make themselves scarce and try and signal for help to the engineer if possible. He grabbed Beta’s arm and hissed, “You, be ready.” Ruby stood up as everyone shrieked and turned for cover. He was trying to talk the terrorist out of blowing up the train. Ruby had a way with words. He could communicate and convey his ideas and get people to see things his way. Beta was going to let Ruby do his thing. After all too many cooks spoil the broth…or blow up the train, as it were. The train lurched slightly. There was more shrieking and moving about. Beta was rising from his seat to join Ruby but found himself falling to the side. He lumbered into the red head who had dropped her book and it had been trampled by people on the train. Beta gave her a soft smile as his arms came around her. “Don’t worry. Things are going to work out for the best,” he assured her. |
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| Banshee | Feb 5 2010, 06:02 AM Post #12 |
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"We're all listening to what you have to say. Let's talk a bit, ok, you and me? You're having a rough time, I know what that's like. You want to make a statement, then let me know what it is. We'll get you heard, ok?" Those words were reason, they were logical and sensible. It seemed the man in the sunglasses had all the sense and patience in the world, in the face of utter danger, surrounded by now complete chaos he remained calm and collected. It was obvious to Sean he was a mutant too, the shielding over his eyes was sure to be hiding something very powerful and dangerous, their would simply be no other reason to wear them in this place. Taking a quick look around the room the Irishman knew all of these people would soon be dead alongside him, the small child, the whoreish looking young guy and the slender woman who's breasts were jacked so high by her suit it seemed a real mystery how she could even see past them. People scrambled to duck behind seats, covering the ears of their children, some took mobile phones from their pockets and began to call loved ones, telling them of the affection and deep love they didn't talk about enough. The old lady, who sat quietly knitting slowly and calmly placed her belongings in her purse and tears streamed down her face. What was supposed to be a simple subway ride home turned into what may be their last day in this world. As the faint beeping sound resonated from Sean's head he looked at the small clock on the inner of the bomb strapped to him. 3:21 "Control, are you fucking insane, I'm not in control, I haven't been in control for months... trapped in dark rooms, chains, fucking chains.. shut up, just shut the fuck up for three minutes" His voice was shaking and weak as the force from his scream caused the wounds on his neck to begin to drip blood again. The once strong, collected Irish gentleman had been reduced to fragile terrified shell of a man, the abuse he suffered at the hands of his captors for no other reason than simple human evolution had been extreme and damaging. The old Sean would have taken the same approach as the man before him, trying to talk him down, but at this moment, in this train, Sean Cassidy simply didn't exist. |
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| Cyclops | Feb 5 2010, 06:59 AM Post #13 |
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"Control, are you fucking insane, I'm not in control, I haven't been in control for months... trapped in dark rooms, chains, fucking chains.. shut up, just shut the fuck up for three minutes" The man was in a panic, and what Emma had told Ruby made sense now. Someone broke this Sean Cassidy and broke him good. Fucking monkeys, fucking pieces of shit to use this man like that, to turn him into a weapon. Emma had said his powers were vocal, it explained the cut in his throat, and the reason he kept screaming, kept trying to scream. It was to use powers that they tried to take from him. Fuck, Ruby was seeing red... haha, yeah, laugh it the fuck up, he was pissed. But Ruby was known for putting his emotions on a back burner during a job. He would get excited and he would get angry, but they did not affect how he handled his work, and yeah, say what you wanted to about his career choice, there wasn't anyone on the eastern seaboard who was better at it than him. This guy was all about panic and helplessness. Only way to combat it was with clarity and control. As the train bumped and rumbled, Ruby realized they were being diverted onto the emergency track or whatever it's called. Cops would be coming soon, and, this spelled a disaster. He and Beta would be hauled right off, hauled off with this dumb ass mick and if Rahne and Ghost managed to get away, those two kids weren't nowhere near capable of getting home. Who'd take care of them? Emma? Please. The diamond was pretty to look at but asking her to play babysitter was asking the impossible. Leaning on his cane in the way that seemed to belie his strength, seemed to make people see him as weaker and more harmless, Ruby took another step forward. "I don't think I have three minutes, Sean," he said, knowing that his use of the man's name was going to cause him some concern, but he was trying to establish something here, a camaraderie... "I think in three minutes me and everyone else in here is going to be painting this train car red. You don't want that, Sean, you don't want to be the cause of it. Someone did this to you, right? Fucking primates did this, they're doing this. You're a victim, and you don't want anyone else to be victims. You let them kill you, and you let them keep you forever in that dark room, forever out of control. I want to help you keep that from happening. I'm like you, Sean, you and me? Brothers of the X, Sean, it's in our genes. We're superior beings, you and me. Time to get control, time to get what they took from you." "Hey, Mister, shut the fuck up!" called some panicked asshole from the huddled crowd. "You're going to get us all killed. This fucking psycho's got a goddamned bomb! This ain't fucking Die Hard or something." Without looking away from Sean, Ruby said to Beta, "James, can you please show that loud mouth piece of shit what happens to people who interrupt my conversations?" |
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| Rodney McCain | Feb 5 2010, 07:10 AM Post #14 |
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Invisibility, X-Ray Vision
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She was a pretty lady, the woman that Ghost was supposed to be checking. Like Karma and Lorelei, though Lorelei always looked pretty because that was her powers. The Pup was too hairy and growled too much to be called pretty. She was cool, but she was also kind of scary, and sometimes Ghost didn't want to be around her. Ghost snuck a couple glances at the pretty lady while checking her bag for the cash with his X-Ray vision. And then a bad man started screaming that nobody should move which made everyone move. It was kind of funny, like Opposite Day or something, though was for little babies and not ghosts. Mr. Ruby told the Wolf to get him out of here. "Uppsie daisy," Ghost said to himself as Wolfsbane picked him up. Why weren't Mr. Ruby and Beta coming? Or the pretty lady? Its not like they wanted to die, right? This seemed weird. Sometimes you just had to cut your loses and get away, and that many bombs seemed to say that this was that kind of case to Ghost. Just blast a hole through the side of the car and let the Rubies out. The pretty lady could come too if she wanted to. "We're going to die, aren't we?" Ghost said sadly to the wolf. |
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| Wolfsbane | Feb 5 2010, 07:17 PM Post #15 |
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Wolf Form
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"No," Rahne said, watching the chaotic episode unfurl through the small window on the door of the subway car. Normal people wouldn't be able to hear what was going on, but Rahne could, easily. Her Ruby was talking the crazy guy down, trying to, and the crazy guy wasn't making sense. But he was crazy, so it made sense that he wasn't making sense. Crazy people weren't supposed to make sense, right? "Not going to die, no. I keep you safe, always." And Ruby kept her safe. Perhaps it was her canine nature, but Rahne had complete faith in Ruby, unwavering, unfaltering faith, and unconditional love for him. She knew he would stop the crazy man, she knew that he would keep them all safe, she knew that he wasn't in danger. How could he be, after all? Nothing beat Ruby. Never ever ever. She crouched down, so that they were no longer visible from the car Ruby and Beta and that woman and crazy guy were in. For some reason, she thought it was important to stay out of sight. To get low and not be seen. "You watch, I listen," she said to Ghost as she pressed her ear up against the wall of the car to listen in to what was going on next to them. |
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