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| Topic Started: Oct 28 2010, 12:51 AM (853 Views) | |
| McKenzie | Nov 6 2010, 11:44 PM Post #16 |
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JP between Doug and Mckenzie The people, whoever they were, encroached on the winged man. If his instincts about the danger they posed were reaches then they were confirmed when he saw the beams come out of the visored man. These people,or things whatever they were, wished to do him harm and he could not allow that, not when he obviously had the ability to stop it. Doug went from the chaos of the battlefield to somewhere else entirely. He and Jean stood, though standing isn't technically what they were doing, far above the battlefield, watching the moves as they played out. :Yes Mrs. Grey-Summers: The boy attempted to speak but it came out as thought. :Though it shouldn't come as a surprise, his movements indicate fear and confusion: The man, large and masked came tumbling toward the drenched mutant. He swung. The winged man reacted quickly, his body quickly dodging the attack and snapping into an offensive stance. It felt natural, as though he had done it thousands of times, as though he had been taught to do it. The winged man's fists swung quickly and furiously at his primary attacker. His hands moved with precision, mirroring a fighting style he was unaware he knew. He rose a foot or so from the ground and continued his assault. Instinctively he uttered the first words that came to his mind. They were nearly subconscious. "AWCFTAAAWEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" The noise was high, piercing like a dolphin's call. It did not go unnoticed by the young mutant beside the omega level telepath. Doug scrunched his eyes and dove into what he knew best: translation. "Hmm... It's angry, that's for sure. The infliction suggests something formal though, something rehearsed. What.." His eyes shone big and bright, flashing with a bit of terror. "Oh God..I think it's a battle cry." The winged man lifted higher from the ground now, meeting the other creature. His eyes were glowing as well. He too was flying. The amnesiac remembered his voice. If these things wanted a fight they would get one, but he would no longer be silent. "Tyyreftt Hrttiokkkne Es Awecgtrt," he said calmly to the creature. "He's angry Mrs Grey Summers. He's frightened and defensive," Doug said, nearly panicking now. "What have you done to me ?" he said deciphering the newly learned language. "Where is my...my mind ?" "Mrs. Grey Summers, his body language suggests he fears the water. See how he edges away from it with every step. We might have to exploit that because, if we don't do something, I think he'll try to kill them." After he spoke, the winged man flew, fists forward, directly at the other flier, intent to either beat some answers from him or use him as an example for the others. |
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| Cyclops | Nov 7 2010, 03:09 AM Post #17 |
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Cyke and Phoenix JP The man was a dangerous and frightened creature. He moved too fast, yet also strangely uncomfortably, like he wasn't accustomed to his surroundings. Where exactly he would be comfortable was not really of a concern to Cyclops, he was just going to keep him from hurting anyone else, and he was going to do it expediently. Or at least that was the plan, which was immediately thrown to the dogs, when Warpath launched himself at the man, and Synch powered up. "Dammit, stand down!" he ordered, but it was too late, this was going to be what he called Snafu, but Alex called Clusterfuck. Basically, it was going to hell in an handbasket. He heard Doug's words and he realized that the man had amnesia, something bad had happened to him, but that didn't give him carte blanche to go mad here. His speech sounded like no language Cyclops had ever heard, but he didn't need the translator to know a battle cry. "Phoenix, we need to shut him down or put him down, now. Can Cypher talk him off the ledge or not?" “No,” Phoenix responded immediately. Talking to this man now, as his instincts screamed Fight or Flight, wasn’t really an option; Cypher might be able to communicate but she doubted he would stop to consider what Doug was saying. “Wrap him up,” she called out to the team. “Water is his Achilles’ heel,” she said, supplying Cyclops with the strategically information he needed. “He’s afraid of it. A great enough fear that he’ll panic blindly!” Cyclops nodded at her words, and he said, "X-Men, circle on me. We need to keep him between us and the ocean. He has a fear, we're going to exploit it and apologize later." He fired his blasts at the cliff walls on either side of the man, bringing down the rubble and narrowing his avenue of escape. "Cypher, tell him that it's surrender or a soaking. Everyone on my mark, keep him moving towards the water. Do not give him in an inch of the shore. Move, now." He fired his beams at the man as he charged Synch, drawing lines in the sand, literally, drving him backwards, and hoping he wouldn't manage to take to the sky before they could corrall him. ::Jeannie,:: he thought, ::Keep Cypher linked on him. If Mr. Short Term Memory Loss here has any other tricks up his sleeve, we need to know it." |
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| Warpath | Nov 8 2010, 07:45 AM Post #18 |
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The man wasn't a push over. He reacted with speed that was superior to Warpath's and started raining blows on him. It was a good thing he had that superhuman durability thing going for himself or else he'd probably have more than a few broken bones. He tried to return a few of the blows but just ended getting a sucker punch to the gut that landed him on his butt in the sand. 'Feisty little thing aren't you?" He grunted, picking himself back up. Warpath was a little annoyed and the outbursts of his teammates about his attack. One of the side effects of the psychc link was that he got a little emotional backlash from the group. ::Seriously, guys? He through a boulder the size of a car at Cyclops. You try stopping in mid air once you've already jumped.:: As if they were really going to be able to bring in this guy with the kid's gloves on. Guy starts tearing up a beach and speaking in tongues. He was probably just some junkie who was having a bad acid trip. A junkie who could apparently fly. He levitated a few feet off the ground and bellowed something intelligible. Apparently it meant something to Doug as new marching orders were relayed through the chain of command. So now they had the go ahead. Figures. Better late than never. James circled the man trying to cut off any other escape routes he would have. The guy could punch like no other but he was scared of water? Made no sense to him, but hey he'd already broken one order on this little expedition. He wasn't about to push Cyclops' patience any more. |
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| Wolfsbane | Nov 8 2010, 05:36 PM Post #19 |
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If Rahne had one single phrase to describe where this... Well, it wasn't exactly an adventure per se, was it a rescue mission? Was that an apt way to describe it? Either way, if she had one single phrase to describe where this was going, it would have to be "hell in a handbasket", no matter how distasteful she found the phrase to be. "Warpath!" she called out, and scrambled to catch her teammate as he was callously knocked away. It was fortunate that in this form she was significantly faster and stronger than human as she caught James around the torso. "Yuir a daft fool of a buffoon, Jimmy," she gently chided as she let him go. "Yuir lucky ye dinnae get hurt." And she was glad he wasn't hurt. James Proudstar was a friend, and she did not like seeing friends hurt. Then came the order, broadcast over Jean's brainwaves. Afraid of water? How were they to take advantage of that? They didn't bring the pop star along, so their best bet was to guide him gently or not, toward the ocean. That couldn't be her main concern at the moment though, as the stranger zoomed forward, on the attack. Wolfsbane simply could not have that, no. Reacting on instinct, she leapt into the air, seeking to tackle him around the midsection and either alter his trajectory or bring him to the ground completely. Either way, he could not be allowed to hurt her people. |
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| Amara Aquilla | Nov 15 2010, 08:39 PM Post #20 |
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Many words could be used to describe the man that they faced; dangerous, frightened.. And those were just the more prominent two that ran through the fiery mutants mind at the time. There was no telling what his next move would be.. But they knew that simple conversation wasn't going to be an option, not as long as he was off the hinges like he was now. Frowning a bit, she blinked her eyes and took a hold of her surroundings around her... James had just begun hurdling towards the ground, and Rahne quickly went to help him. That was good, he wasn't hurt... Much Smiling to herself, she looked over to the lupine teammate and James. "You need to be more careful, Warpath." Amara nodded her head and quickly turned her head back towards the man. It was now that the order came to Amara and the rest of group, via telepathy of course. Water.. He was afraid of water? At least, that seemed to be the case. They had a hydrokinetic at the school, but Amara was positive that bringing her along would have been a very bad idea. Especially with how intense the situation had gotten, she wasn't entirely sure that Kimmy could handle it. So, what did that mean then? It meant that they had to corner the mysterious mutant and get him closer to the water. There were risks in doing this, Amara was sure -- but, that was what needed to be done. Getting him closer to the water would do one of two things; cause him to collapse out of panic, or he could attack just on sight. Fire danced over top of Magma's skin as she thought over this, in only a matter of a few seconds -- and she decided that it wasn't worth getting in trouble over, so she would follow orders. Just as Amara began to move into position, Rahne jumped up at the mysterious man. Sure, he seemed to be attacking, but... That was a bit hasty. "R-- Wolfsbane!" Amara said, nearly letting Rahne's name slip out. This wasn't going to end well, she could feel it now. This was, what, the second time that a member of their team had done this? Of course, James did in unprovoked and Rahne hadn't, but.. That wasn't the point. It still happened none the less... Today was not going to get any better. At least, unless Cypher figures out how to communicate with the mysterious mutant. |
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| Synch (old) | Nov 15 2010, 09:38 PM Post #21 |
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Everett did not have any sort of battle plan in mind. He would leave all of that up to the man in charge of this operation. The only thing he could do was listen to orders given, which he was doing. Warpath was the first to attack, an unsuccessful attempt at that. This guy was strong, could fly, and was apparently faster than they thought. After dealing with the largest of their teammates, their opponent rose to match Everett’s height off the ground. “Ah damn,” was his response. He had not really thought about how he must have looked to the foreign man. Red glowing eyes were usually not the sign of a friendly creature. He was off, heading right for him. Everett was not about to just… float there and not defend himself. He had this man’s strength on his side now and the powerful optic blasts of Cyclops. He was confident that he would be able to knock this winged ankle guy onto his ass. But before he could even react, both Cyclops and Wolfsbane sprang into action. Well that was slightly unexpected. Everett was actually a little disappointed. He was looking forward to driving the brute into the warm sand, giving him a taste of his own medicine. That would have to wait until later though. Right now he had something else to do. There was a new objective to accomplish. According to Jean and the others, this guy was afraid of getting wet which sounded a little funny to him since he had been found on a beach. What did the guy expect? Nothing but sand? This was not a desert; beaches usually came with an ocean. But if that was his one weakness then he would oblige. Everett flew over to the shoreline. Maybe if he could get the man even more pissed off his attacks would become sloppy and focused on him. That would give the others the opportunity to attack him from behind to push him toward the water. Everett began firing off little bursts of optic energy in multiple spots on the man’s body to get his attention. |
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| McKenzie | Nov 18 2010, 02:55 AM Post #22 |
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JP Doug/ Mckenzie The winged man was pushed back by Scott's optic blasts. Being caught off guard, the amnesiac was stunned and a bit disheveled as he flew back into the air and then pummeled onto the ground. The other mutant, the one who seemed to be a mixture of many things, also targeted the man with similar blasts, aimed at various different points on his body. The man, though he flinched and was pushed around, seemed to be spared of the serious harm that Scott's powerful blasts would have on a normal human. Doug Ramsey remained connected to the man. Jean acted as a relay channeling every bit of information, every speck of language that flickered through the mammoth's head into the boy. Doug ran the information as quickly and efficiently as possible. There was always a hero inside of the boy, always something wanting to break free and save the day much in the same way he had seen the X Men do so many times. Now, he envisioned, was his time. Now he could be the useful component he had always knew he was. "Jean...Jean, I got it," he chimed out as the secrets of whatever language was native to the man unfurled at the boy's feet. Just like that, he was the most valuable person at the scene. The winged man fought his way through the attacks, slowly edging his way from the water which, for some reason, seemed to him as grim as sure death. He grunted and screamed as Doug detached himself from the mental connection and ran into the fray. The man, ragged and worn but still a force, began running toward Scott, who he presumed was the leader and, as such, the rightful target of his attack. "WHSGUY JUYRFl !!!!!" "What the hell is Imperious Rex ?," Doug mumbled, gaining his bearing before speaking to the man in his native tongue. "Please sir, my people are here to help you. We mean you no ill will." The man stopped, confused and shocked before speaking himself. "What have you done to me ? Where have you taken me and what has become of my..." He stopped there. Where the memory should be was instead emptiness, dark deep nothing. Doug continued, a bit panicked but trying to seem cool and collected. "We know that you have no memory. There are people who can help you. We can help you if you just let us. Please, allow our leader to speak with you, let him explain." The winged man relented, looking from the boy to the visored man who, not more than twenty seconds ago was his enemy. Something inside him told him to listen. A piece of him snapped in, saying this was the rational move, what a leader would do. |
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| Cyclops | Nov 18 2010, 04:03 AM Post #23 |
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JP McKenzie/Cyclops The winged man, agreeing to the terms set forth by the boy looked toward the man who had sent him reeling. "Explain yourself," he spoke in his native tongue. The boy snapped to it, spouting out some nonsense the man neither understood nor cared to. His tone was cold and angry. Though he knew nothing of these people or even himself, his instincts took him in an arrogant and withdrawn manner. He was going to protect himself, regardless of anything this group had to say. Forcing the man towards the water did what it was intended to do, distracting him from the fight until his mind was opened enough for Cypher and Jean to reach into his mind and find his language. Translated through Cypher, the man demanded and answer and Cyclops took a similiar stance and tone. Clearly this man was a man used to being answered to... Well, so was Scott. "You're the one who has explaining to do, Sir," he said, "But, I understand you're confused, and scared, angry, so let's start fresh. My name is Cyclops, I'm a mutant, like yourself, my people and I are here to help you, but if you're intent on causing these people here on this beach more harm, we're prepared to take you down and take you into custody." He didn't bother to glance at Cypher, keeping his shielded eyes on the man, "Cypher," he prompted. Doug once again translated and the winged man nodded as he took in the words of the X Men's leader. "A mutant ?," the man continued, barely pausing upon hearing the boy's deciphering. "That words means nothing to me. Is that the manner of you creatures ? I have no intention on harming anyone sir, none except those that would harm me and that are responsible for my current condition. Cyclops," the man continued. "If I were to believe you, that you and your people could help me and that your motives are as selfless as you claim they are, what exactly would that entail ?" The man folded his arms as the boy did his duty. He walked cautiously toward the group, bridging the gap. He noticed them. For the first time, he looked at them. They were strange, different from those who came to him when he first woke. They were all so similar, so ordinary. These creatures all differed in strange and fantastic ways. With the exception of the boy, who seemed to have no outward sign or difference, they all sported some sort of oddity or emitted some kind of energy. He looked at himself again, at the wings that sprang from his ankles. "Is that what I am ? A...mutant." As Doug translated, Scott realized that this man was in trouble, and from the way he spoke, he didn't seem to be aware of what he was, and from the way he was behaving, Scott was beginning to believe that he wasn't entirely certain who he was. "We want nothing from you, sir, just to help. It's what we do. We help people, not just mutants, but anyone who's in trouble. If we wanted to hurt you, we could have. You saw what my powers did to that rock you threw. I didn't have to aim at your feet, you know that. Let us help you. We have a safe place where we can help you find out what happened to you." He stepped closer, and reached out a hand to the man, unafraid, knowing that no matter how fast this man was, his powers were faster. "Let us help you." The man reached out and clasped Scott by the wrist, not in threat, but more like on the old movies, when two knights met. ::Jean,:: Scott thought, ::Call McCoy. We're going to have a guest who needs to be given a clean bill of health before we can help him figure out who the hell he is.:: |
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| Wolfsbane | Nov 18 2010, 04:29 AM Post #24 |
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Wolfsbane's flying leap whizzed right past the ankle-winged stranger, and she landed into a handspring, kicking up a small spray of sand as she did so. It didn't matter, however, as he was subdued well enough, and further calmed by Doug speaking his own language to him. She couldn't help but smile as she watched the scene, for no other reason than the fact that Doug got his chance. It was hard not to know how much he wanted to be a valued member of the team and there he was, doing just that. He didn't need to be rescued from a pack of small dinosaurs, or protected from whatever big bad threat may have been causing mayhem. This was all him, this was the situation where his expertise would save the day, and that felt good. Rahne glanced over to Cyclops as he began the negotiations with the stranger. He had it well in hand. The fur shrank away from her body with a quick shudder of her spine as she resumed her baseline human shape. Still, she remained vigilant, watching carefully. It only took a moment for her to change shape, and she'd been changing in and out of her half-wolf for so many years now that it was virtually effortless to do so. But at least now, she hoped, in this form, she presented less of a threat to the stranger. |
![]() [size0]Say the dog and butterfly, in the air they like to fly. Dog and butterfly. She knew she had to try, and she float back down to the warm soft ground, laughing - she don't know why, but she had to try, she had to try. Dog and Buttefly. Avatar by Natalie, signature by Olga. My graphics set is complete again! Thank you so much! | |
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