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| The Rundown; [Those Involved] | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 21 2011, 02:12 AM (356 Views) | |
| Mystique | Aug 21 2011, 02:12 AM Post #1 |
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Roughly two hours after after Forget Me Not JP Between Mystique and Rogue The car sped along the streets at the outskirts of New York, passing where it could as Raven made use of what time she could. As she deftly guided the vehicle, she looked to the sole other passenger of the car, those yellow-orange eyes scanning the woman up and down briefly before tearing back to the road ahead, the vehicle bounding out and around another before sinking back into its own lane. “How are you feeling?” She said, eyes ahead, brow cut strong and deep as she focused on getting them where they needed to be as quickly as possible. “Ah feel great,” Rogue said as she settled into the fine leather seat of the car. Why should she be feeling otherwise? “Just sucks that Blindspot couldn’t stick around. Feels like an age since Ah saw her the last time. But ain’t that the way it goes?” Rogue knew all about having to hurry back to base as discretely as possible. That was the nature of their mission. Mystique and Rogue, whenever they had worked together, always got in, got what they needed, and hurried back. It was nothing new for her. The Southern Belle looked through the bags she had been carrying. They had been part of her cover for the mission, “Pretend to go shopping.” Easy enough. She pulled out a blue long sleeved shirt. It was definitely for a man but Rogue could see herself in it perhaps. “Might be a bit big for me. Maybe Ah can find someone in Sanctuary to give it to,” Rogue said with a grin. Her grin spread wide across her face as Rogue’s nonchalant attitude indicated that the suggestions were working, settling in. They were home free, more or less. She reached up to her ear, touching a small bit of plastic inside. “Withdrawal Team we are inbound. Have dustoff ready, should be no less than fifteen minutes from your position.” No Response came. Her grin faded a bit, thought it remained, no reason to cause worry in Rogue until they could get her safely back, where the lies wedged into her mind could be cemented. “Home free…” she said, reaching over to pat Rogue on the shoulder before turning the wheel and taking an exit off of the free way with little to no regard for traffic etiquette. They passed auto-dealers and fast food joints. Superstores and mini-mart gas stations as she kept an eye out for her turnoff. Rogue was important to her. Very important. Many things hinged on her being on the same side as the Brotherhood. If this could work, if she were to believe all this, things could once more be back on track. Rogue folded the shirt and put it into the bag at her feet as Mystique called for their rendezvous. “Home free…” Msytique had said. That had a nice ring to it. All Rogue wanted to do was take a short vacation. Maybe there was a beach or another exotic locale within Sanctuary where she could make random catcalls to the surfer boys. It didn’t matter as long as Mystique was there. It wasn’t creepy at all, sometimes they both had teased local boys in the past, flirting enough to make them blush. Those were good times. The blue woman reached over and put her hand on Rogue’s shoulder. Rogue didn’t flinch, rather, she smiled. Rogue never flinched when Blindspot touched her or when Mystique touched her. Rogue and Raven had been together for long enough that they had worked that trust. They knew each others’ movements. Sometimes, Rogue felt that her mama knew more about her than she knew herself. “That girl said it best when she said, ‘There’s no place like home.’ Can’t wait to just sleep in my own bed again.” Rogue said. Mystique wrapped both hands on the wheel and focused forward once more. Within ten minutes they were pulling into an old Industrial Park. They crepped through the paved yard, working their way to an unleased Warehouse. “We’re here.” She said. “Leave the car, we don’t need it.” She stepped out her form quaking lightly as she faded into a new shape, no longer sporting her primary trio of red blue and yellow, she was now unassuming, human, save for the gun at her hip which she pulled free as she shut closed the door. “Follow me.” She took off at a brisk jog down the alley between the warehouse and its neighbor, reaching a delivery bay door and sliding a keycard through, keeping watch as it opened. When it lulled to a stop, she dipped inside. “Why didn’t you report back when…I…” Her eyes stretched wide as she looked at the scene before her. Several men lay sprawled on the floor, dead and unbreathing. Another body she recognized as one of the Brothers who’d accompanied her. “Damn…” Rogue exited the car with Mystique, the shapeshifter slid into a new form effortlessly. Rogue gave a final look to the car. It wasn’t the nicest are they had boosted but it was nice enough. There would be other cars and mutant hating scum to take them from. “Right,” Rogue said as she dropped into a jog behind Mystique. They entered the warehouse and Raven lit right into her accusations at the rendezvous crew. The light illuminated the floor and Rogue and Mystique saw the bodies. Rogue’s jaw dropped down. “Oh God,” she gasped. The striped mutant looked around for any other attackers. She didn’t recognize the folks on the floor but Mystique did and it was not good. There was a gun beside one of the bodies. Rogue dropped down to inspect it quickly. She pulled the slide back. Good it was still loaded? “What happened here?” she asked to the room in general. “Ah can’t get memories from dead men. Sorry, mama.” “Hmm.” She said, kicking one body lying on its side over onto its back, squatting down and resting her elbows on her knees. “I think I know…I’d told them to abort at any signs of trouble, but this…son of a…” The nearest conductor was in the city proper, and who knew how long they’d have before the X-Men arrived to claim Rogue back. Still… She pulled from her side a knife, which had been concealed therein, and leaning over the dead man, she pulled back his ear with the flat of the blade, a small black crucifix inked behind the fold. Her eyes narrowed. “We have to get to the city, we have no time to waste.” Grabbing one of the guns, she checked it’s cartridge and form. An underslung attachment, fed from a second clip, sat loaded with a bevy of darts. “Curiouser and curiouser, said Alice...” Slinging the strap around her shoulder, her form shuddered back to its true blue nature. Plainclothes fading to the black tactical ensemble she often sported, she looked to Rogue. “Back to the car, we need to go.” Rogue watched as Raven inspected the bodies. The woman’s demeanor changed as soon as she saw the small crucifix tattoo behind the man’s ear. Rogue’s brow knit together in confusion. What did that mean? Raven urged that they had to hurry back to the city. There was another Conductor in the city apparently. The sooner they got back to Sanctuary, the better they were going to be. Rogue wasn’t about to back down from a fight but sometimes there was not a problem with avoiding one altogether. Mystique picked up a weapon that one of the men had been carrying. It looked like a regular gun but the ammunition looked more like a set of hyperdermics. The power absorber nodded in agreement when Mystique was ready to go. She scooped up another gun and checked the magazine. Rogue tucked both guns into her jeans and followed her mama back to the car. “Bastards. Won’t know what hit ‘em when Ah get my hands on them.” Roughly Half-An-Hour Later... The car had been abandoned, the two of them hoofing it down an alley between two buildings. There was a basement near by, one with a concealed wall that lead to a Conductor's lair where they could quickly get back to Sanctuary. It was not ideal, with the X-Men no doubt tracing Rogue with their little machine. She hated to lead them to a conductor, but it was easily rectified by taking the teleporter with them. They'd find nothing but an empty cellar. As the took a tight turn, Mystique stopped, placing a hand to Rogues chest to stop her. Bright eyes following down, tracing along her nose, she furrowed her brow as her breath clouded even in the hot summer air. "Doesn't it feel cold to you?" Her eyes shot skyward and she readied her stolen rifle. The X-Men were here...she had no doubt. |
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| Bobby Drake | Aug 26 2011, 12:16 PM Post #2 |
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Bobby was close by with the distress signal came in. It was no problem finding Rogue, but where they were being lead was some backdoor alley like creep fest. Each team member took their place and waited for the word. At least that’s what the Iceman was waiting for. He could see Rogue with Mystique from where he was waiting. But, something was off. She didn’t act like a prisoner. Wasn’t she supposed to be in trouble? His chill got more intense as he lowered his temperature for his ice form. The whole area would feel it. Chiming in very quietly he whispered into his comm., "What's the plan?" He paused for a moment before speaking again, "And what's the deal? Shouldn't Rogue be in distress?" He waited for the others to chip in their two cents. Whatever was going on Bobby had a very Jedi-like bad feeling. He saw Mystique looking up and the iced mutant ducked out of the way. Thinking, She didn't see me. She didn't see me. Did she? Naw... Yea? Damnit. Don't look Bobby... Don't do it. Maybe a peek. No! You peek she'll see you. You're not in a discrete form. Whispering again he spoke into the comm., "Did she see me?" The temptation to look was great but if there was anything that was learned from being an X-Man, and from a little incident in an alley with Kitty and Roberto some time back (which was not his doing), it was to stay quiet and not only think stealth, but to think it. And right then Bobby was repeating the James Bond theme in his head, the most stealthiest man ever. |
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| Derek Addams | Aug 31 2011, 01:11 AM Post #3 |
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Derek was having an interesting day. He's been woken up at six in the morning to find the clash of the amazons occurring right outside his front door. With that great start to his day, he mulled and mumbled through his usual workload and decided to take a nap at the end of his shift. Then came the distress signal. He slammed his hand on his phone and looked at the message telling him to suit up and get his ass to the basement. Not those words specifically, but it was just as effective at getting him quickly downstairs. It was Rogue. She was in trouble. And from what they could tell, on the move. The other two to respond to the call were Iceman and Banshee. He was familiar enough with them to know what they could do, and also that they'd been X-Men for a long time. Bailing Rogue out should be a cakewalk. he thought. Well, once they found her... Which, following the signal, didn't take too long. Once they caught up, their pace slowed, and then they worked out a quick ambush plan. Derek was approaching from his side as Bobby's voice came over the comm, making him pause. From what he could tell, Rogue wasn't handcuffed, and the look on her face wasn't the look of someone there because she had no choice. "Blue chick, any idea who she is? They look friendly enough... You guys sure this ain't a case of butt-dialing 911?" he responded to Bobby's call for a plan. Unless she had an adamantium knife on her, Rare... but possible... or could hit like Pete, she didn't look like she'd be too much trouble. Yeah... doesn't look like it... he warned himself, staying focused. |
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| Rogue | Sep 5 2011, 10:51 PM Post #4 |
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Joint Post between Mystique and Rogue At Mystique’s words Rogue noticed a chill in the air. The faintest hint of white escaped between her lips as she breathed, a clear sign that the temperature had dropped. In a flash Mystique raised her weapon. Rogue took a quick step to the side and looked around for cover. Her eyes kept flicking skyward. From the dossiers it was most likely Iceman bringing on the chill. Rogue pulled the pistols out and checked the safety on each. She hated the idea of killing other mutants but that was spilled milk she could cry over later. Rogue looked around to the end of the alley in either direction. “Was this a set up, mama? The X-Men ain’t got the stones for what we saw in the warehouse.” Her breath was visible in the cool. Here burning bright eyes focused briefly on Rogue's own, travelling down her shoulder and along the length of the alleyway. Then something moved. Her eyes flicked to a puddle of water on the ground, and she saw it, her lips curling to a sneer as she saw Drake's head dip low beneath the lip of the rooftop of the building behind her in the reflection. "They're flanking us." She mouthed to her daughter. It was a typical maneuver from a typical strategist. It made her smile. Cyclops was not here. These cheap-trick tactics were not his trademark. "No, what happened at the warehouse wasn't the X-Men. They don't use guns or lethal force." She stood there, looking completely non-plussed, continuing to stand and look unaware as she silently relayed a plan to Rogue. "On three, I will spin and take my shot as best I can. There is another, most likely behind you. They may have others but I do not think so. This hasty stratagem is the mark of desparation not confidence." She non-chalantly placed a hand on Rogue's shoulder, maintaining her casual expression as she did. "On three turn and find cover. I will deal with whoever is on the roof, and you deal with whoever is coming in from that other end. Kill them if you must. It will be a warning to the rest." Rogue wiggled her fingers on the grips of the pistols. She had killed people before, never truly maliciously but in the heat of a fight. Killing one of the X-Men would be different. They were playing the part of the lapdog to the humans that would have them branded like cattle. Rogue, Mystique and other members of the Brotherhood were like a family. They were fighting for their ideals and the X-Men looked down their nose at them. If it came down to it, Rogue could do it. She could kill one of the gene-traitors. Rogue would fight to protect the ones she loved and cared about. “Mm-hm,” Rogue said in a low voice. She didn’t give a look but she knew the direction that Mystique had mentioned. She wished she had absorbed some decent firepower for the mission but her mama had always taught her to make the best of what she was dealt. The swamp rat wasn’t the expert sniper that Mystique was but she wasn’t a slouch either. Whoever was at the end of the alley was going to get a few ounces of copper-jacketed lead whether they liked it or not. “Ah won’t let them take us apart, mama,” Rogue added. They were close. Ridiculously close. Two doors, two flights of downward steps, and a commanding word and they'd be home free. This was a minor hindrance and she would not have her daughter taken from her. She counted back with slow, nodding and silent words, and when she hit three, she spun, firing a burst of 5.56 auto-fire at the ledge of the building, A sheen of spikey barbs forming over her blue skin, close quarter protection, just in case. "Oh, Robert, will you ever once learn to keep shut that trap of yours? Pity now we'll never find out!" She kept the gun trained, ready for Iceman's first move. Once Mystique counted to three, Rogue spun around on her heels. She lowered her body and slid into an alcove at the side of the warehouse. A concrete support pillar was exposed and the swamp rat pressed her body against it. She peeked around, bringing the pistols to bear, and fired down the alley favoring the one side that Raven had suggested. The report of each gun blast echoed in the alley. Come a li’l closer X-Man and Ah’ll give you a nice big surprise, Rogue thought flicking her eyes toward the gloves she was wearing. Anything you can do Ah can do better. |
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| Bobby Drake | Sep 6 2011, 01:59 AM Post #5 |
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JP Between The Awesome Iceman and The Evil Mystique! Whispering Bobby replied, “Blue chick is… Mystique. Not a friendly dude. She shattered Scotty’s knee. And… she’s a shifter. We suddenly see someone who ain’t supposed to be here… be cautious… speaking off the secret word for I am who I am and not the bad guy shape shifter is… umm…bluebell ice cream.” It was the first thing that popped into his head. Suddenly Mystique whipped around and fired at him. Just missing the bullets whizzing by his head he shifted to full ice form. Whew… that was close. Okay enough of this noise. Wait… did she really just say my name? He moved quick to ice off the exit she might take closest to Mystique while keeping hidden and staying on the roof. It was a simple trick by touching the wall and letting the ice travel. With swiftness and ease he popped up and slid down on an ice beam, holding a shield of ice. “Heya blue. I’m here to kick your butt and ask ‘what the hell did you do to Rogue’?” He smiled widely at her. “Okay, no more pleasantries. I’ll be totally satisfied with you surrendering.” She had missed yes, but she had fully intended to. Robert Drake was no good behind cover; this had thoroughly flushed him out. Watching as he built a wall of ice over one of the exiting alleyways, she quirked a brow as he hopped up, her thumb quietly flipping the switch on her assault rifle from burst to full auto. As Iceman dropped down before her, she gave him a coy grin as he talked his courageous tripe. "Surrender? Oh, Iceman. So sophomoric." She fired from the hip, expending more munition in his direction, half contemplating whether or not the alternate armament this strange gun carried would do any good against her foe as she continued firing into his shield as she closed the gap between the two of them, Mystique doing what she could to keep her blood temperature up within the confines of her ability. “Whoa!!” He raised the shield up and reinforced it while protecting himself from the gun fire. She unloaded her ammo. He reached a hand around the shield to freeze the gun she was holding, getting his by some stray bullets in the process. She laid into the thick block of ice, the barrier growing thick and rooted to the ground. His hand appeared around it and suddenly her rifle stopped short, jammed. 'Son of a... She dropped it, the slingcord catching it as she ran forwards, hands shifting into talloned claws as she hooked onto Iceman's shield, spinning around it with her knee on an intercept path with his face. Her knee did indeed connect, a small chunk of ice chipped away from his head. He took a step back and quickly recovered to thrust his upward to connect to Mystique’s chin. With a sort of ice head butt. Mystique recoiled, falling backwards, tucking in to minimize damage until she rolled to her feet in a crouch. She was not prepared for this. Iceman she could possibly deal with given the right equipment. A phosphorous grenade or incendiary ammunition. Something to slow him down, to break his concentration. She pushed off into a run, pulling a feinting leap and then dropping low for confusion, sliding low among the ground and kicking up between Bobby's leg, trying to launch him over top of her as she pulled her Desert Eagle from its hiding spot in her side, not taking the time to aim as she fired a shot haphazardly in his direction. After the Iceman flew over her from her attack he landed and rolled. As she fired bullets he fired hard balls of ice. She was sloppy. He quickly got up and froze the area around Mystique. Trying to keep it up as she fired so indirectly at him. Not freezing her, he wasn’t the killing kind; the freezing was more to trap her. “If you don’t wanna go to a comfy cozy jail cell I’ll give you a small cold one. And I ain’t talking about a beer.” |
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| Derek Addams | Sep 9 2011, 05:48 AM Post #6 |
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JP between Bruiser and Rogue _________________________________ “Blue chick is… Mystique. Not a friendly dude. She shattered Scotty’s knee. And… she’s a shifter. We suddenly see someone who ain’t supposed to be here… be cautious… speaking off the secret word for I am who I am and not the bad guy shape shifter is… umm…bluebell ice cream.” Bobby's voice came back, soft and quiet. A shapeshifter... great... He pondered the idea as he waited for a signal, some sign to let him know it was time to charge. A shapeshifter... does that mean she impersonated someone else? Is that why Rogue's going along with this? He shifted his weight as he pressed up against the wall again. But if that's the case, What did she do? What did she say? Why did she press the emergency button if.... Too many questions. Shut up, brain... Bluebell Ice Cream? Seriously? And then they opened fire. Both of them. Derek flinched as a bullet hit the wall next to him, and saw Iceman moving in. Time to go! He charged down the alley toward the two of them. Bullets collided with his body, causing him to stagger slightly as he closed the gap, gritting his teeth. Rogue saw Bruiser’s face appear from behind the corner of the building. Just as he peeked around the edge one of her bullets struck the façade and send a small shard and dust cloud of brick dust into the air. He flinched but two more of the bullets blazed a trail through the air and impacted with his body. He jerked slightly, obviously feeling the blow. Bruiser continued onward closing the distance between them. He was determined to get to where she was. Rogue seemed to recall that he had some kind of invulnerability, though she didn’t remember the conditions of it. His power had seemed to protect him from bullets at least. Rogue knew a little information on the X-Man. She couldn’t remember if she had read it, or she was told about his powers. She also felt like she knew the blonde man from somewhere. She felt like she had passed him in a hallway for a fleeting second. Rogue held her fire briefly and called out, “Come any closer Sugah, and you’re getting one in the eye! Calamity Jane ain’t got nothin’ on me!” He continued to charge, the air getting colder as Iceman began his assault on Rogue's would-be "kidnapper" The woman must have been as nasty as Bobby had told him. She was managing to fire bullets at both the cryokinetic and himself as she began her counterstrike. But as Derek closed the distance between himself and the pair of women, he began to realize that it was not the blue woman firing at him, but Rogue herself. Her threat rang out as she ceased fire. He was confused, but stopped charging as more ice crystals began to spread down the alley and held up his hands. He took a breath as he spoke up, his own accent coming out. "Ooooo... kaaaay... So, ah'm guessin' you didn't call for backup!? The hell's goin' on, Rogue!?" This didn't make any sense. What is this fool talking about? Rogue wondered. She ceased firing when it was clear that the bullets weren’t going to be stopping Bruiser’s advance to her. She envied a power like that at the moment. She could rush headlong into a brawl and deck out a good ass beating. “Why would Ah be askin’ for your help? The X-Men ain’t helped us yet,” Rogue sneered. But that was not entirely true. The Brotherhood and the X-Men had teamed together during Apocalypse. They had helped many of the Brotherhood members that had been injured in the fight or converted by the nannites. Rogue had been taken over by War’s nannites and the X-Factor member Volt had helped cure her. Rogue frowned at the thought of X-Factor as well. It was a strange déjà vu feeling when she thought about the Mutant Town agency. Maybe she dreamed about visiting them? “If you’re trying to confuse me, you’re not doing a very good job,” she countered. Derek kept his hands up as his teammate Or is it former teammate? Is she... is she defecting or something? Spit back at him. It didn't make sense. "Confused!? I'm the one confused here!" Suddenly ice fell around them. The fight between the iceman and the blue lady was getting more intense. "LOOK OUT!!!" Talking was over. We came here to save Rogue... He grabbed her by the arms. Both of the arms that were aiming the gun at him as he yanked her toward him. He heard a gunshot and felt the impact bounce off his stomach as he spun, pulling her to the ground. They landed with a thud as Derek's eyes popped wide open, his exposed cheek pressing against Rogue's. His entire body tensed and stiffened. It felt like the entire left side of his face was being electrocuted and his thoughts were flowing like the river from that old story he read back in high school about the Chinese woman and the demon. Floodgate... The Old Demon.... Pearl S. Buck.... And the flood didn't stop there. Rogue... He'd seen her in the halls as he cleaned. Always looking so sad... She'd come to him once looking for cleaning supplies, and he waved her off, saying he'd handle it. He'd recognized her Southern accent and told he'd come from Tennessee... Mission... Rogue... "So all we gotta do is find her and kick the kidnapper's ass, right?" Derek pounded his fist as he heard the situation. He was ready to fight. The memories kept flooding in. No more... I'm not losing anyone else!!! She was smiling then, in his memories, talking to the people he knew at the mansion. Bobby was amongst them... the teachers... Maybe she's gonna be okay... he thought back then. He began to seize, flopping on top of her like a fish. As hard as he tried to pull away, he couldn't get his arms to respond, and his eyes began to bulge as his memories of the girl ran out. And then the darker ones came, memories of being exhausted and beaten in the infirmary. Memories of uncertainty, of questions he had no answer to. Memories of despair from being unable to do anything to help as Mutant Town burned. And through that, a burning drive: NO MORE!!! Nobody else!!!! "Rogue... stop...." he groaned. Rogue was overtaken by Bruiser. As he grabbed onto her arms she continued to fire her gun into his stomach, perhaps in some feeble hope that a point blank shot would somehow be affective. Rogue pulled against his fists but the invulnerable mutant twisted his body and swung Rogue by her wrists and jerked her in close. Together they fell to the dirty alley and Bruiser’s memories flowed into Rogue as their skin touched. Confusing images and thoughts came into view for her. The Southern Belle saw herself in the hallways of the mansion. She was friends with the people there. Then she had memories of herself and Mystique in Sanctuary. Rogue felt sick to her stomach. Her mind was swirling and conflicted. She couldn’t tell what was real and what was fabricated. Derek flopped a bit and his arms tightened but now Rogue was invulnerable and his grip didn’t hurt at that point. Rogue brought her knees up and pressed herself away from Derek with a grunt. She had dropped the guns and didn’t know where they were. She pressed a hand to her temple and called out in confusion, “Mama? What’s goin’ on? Did you…did you do something to me?” |
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