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Puppet Master; [Scatterbrain, Roadkill]
Topic Started: May 14 2012, 05:13 PM (551 Views)
Callisto
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The Night After Grendel and his Mother


She'd been waiting here amongst the few others she'd called for what seemed like days, though she knew of course that it had been an hour at most. She'd put no rush on it of course. In addition to the five other mutants here she'd invited three of her closest peers within the Morlock sect.

Plague, Scatterbrain and Roadkill.

Of course, there were more than just six mutants in this secret chamber, but that would be revealed in time.

"Where the fuck are they?" She murmured, sitting on a low outcropping of rock, her eye never leaving that doorway, nor the secret trap that lay above it.

"Calli, what's this all about?" Said Bulwark. A staunch mutant, he was, one not given for any sort of runaround, but he'd bear with it, he trusted her. The armored plates on his body rattled as he gesticulated his confusion to her. "And why us? Why we keepin' secrets from the others?"

"Desperate times, Bul', desperate measures are called for."

"Well, I dun like it, but I'll hear you out."

She grinned, this imposter, and let out a subtle, raspy chuckle, her jigsaw visage making any expression more terrifying than comforting. Behind that false face the creature, who was called Sril'rt to her own people, eyed around the room. Each shadow a potential entrance to her kind; a potential exit as well.

But for these silly apes who possessed no sort of substantial alternate mode of movement, there was only one way in, and one way out, a fact that would very soon become painfully obvious. This would need to be quick, it would need to be fast and efficient. It was a tactic her people called the feranke'dal shig, which, in more human terms of expression could be roughly translated to "bait and switch".

She perked up as she heard approaching foot-steps, as the odd stink Scatterbrain gave off filled her all-knowing nose. She could feel the gentle striations in the air as the two late arrivals moved closer, and as they came in, she hopped down from her perch.

"I wondered how long you two would be."
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Jenna had been busy taking down the decorations from the previous night. The violence in the Alley, the chase, the confrontation with X-Factor's doorstep, and the sullen, brooding trip back home had all combined to fill her well past her limits. Now, she was just sad in spite of the fact that her glowing and sparkling aura would suggest otherwise.

The fog is already beginning to settle in, she realized. She knew it well as the white darkness that clouded her memories and judgement, leaving behind the instinct. But it was only at times like this that she not only appreciated, but feared it.

I'll remember you, Sonny... no matter what you look like, I will... Just like Humby...

She giggled. Humby... he'd hate to hear me call him that... It was already starting. Her glow began to fade a bit as she glanced down at the scraps of paper in her hands, recognizing letters and shapes, but already beginning to forget why they were there in the first place. Her head was hurting, making her sleepy. The only thing keeping her awake at that point was all the energy she had consumed. It was too much for her to process to be capable of thinking clearly. Everything was starting to slip away.

Calli... she thought, her mind detecting her leader's emotions even though the Meeting Chamber was far off. Calli's mad... and... slimy... and...

Static...

She only detected it for a split second in the moment that Sonny had attacked their one-eyed leader. It was something she had never tasted before. Like cotton candy without the sweetness. The only analogy she could come up with was the time she'd chewed on cotton balls thinking they were marshmallows.

On the way home, their black-haired leader had turned to her. She shied away at first, preparing for a clean, solid punch to the jaw but instead got a hug. And a whisper.

I need to see you privately...

"R-right..." She gulped as she floated to "The Chamber" as it had been described amongst her clan. It was one of those places in the Alley that no one looked at. They'd pass by it and feel a bit of curiosity, but never investigate. This was where Calli had called her.

It came as a small bit of reassurance that she wasn't the only one being called, but it also confused her.

Nick shouldn't be here... he didn't do anything... he barely said a word... why is Nick here?

She didn't have time to ask before they were roughly shoved into the Chamber. And there stood the Mother of all Morlocks.

And... and she still tastes slimy... The worried expression became even more apparent.

"Calli... I'm... I'm sorry..." She sputtered. "I... I was just trying to help... Sonny... Sonny went wild... and I went after him... like you said... and... I was trying to... Trying to... calm him down... I didn't know..."

Words had never been Jenna's strong point. Somewhere between her brain and her lips were an entire countryside's worth of fried connections.
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It hadn’t even been one day since the standoff with the ones who called themselves the Mutant Hunters. Sonny’s absence hung heavy in the air, Nick could feel it coming off of the others in the tunnel. It made the tragedy of Tammy’s death seem so much worse somehow. There was a palpable tension in the air, and it didn’t seem like the kind of thing that just went away. Part of Nick wondered if this was ever going to get better.

When word hit that Callisto was looking for him, he wasn’t really all that surprised. Yesterday had been crazy, and Nick knew that he was one of the few among all that she knew that she actually confided in somewhat. As soon as he heard, he grabbed his hat and hopped to the floor, landing in a crouch.

Though she had honestly freaked him out more than just a little bit yesterday, he was unswerving in his loyalty to her. Callisto was the one who had always had his back. He knew she’d die protecting him, and it was no less for any of the others. Her code was tough and difficult to understand sometimes-especially what went down yesterday-but he didn’t doubt her sincerity at all.

“Came as soon as I heard,” he said, his ears and senses picking up more than just Callisto in the room. He turned to her with more than just a hint of concern on his face. “You doin’ all right, boss?” And while Scatterbrain rattled on nervously, Nick took the time to really look into that patched up, beat up, tore up face of his friend, carefully taking a reading of how she was doing no matter what she said.

She seemed to still be in need of a little healing, if not some extended vacation time somewhere that the sun shined and the ocean air blew gentle medicinal kisses from dusk to dawn. “Anything you want me to take off your plate for you?”
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Plague
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Where most of the Morlocks were lugubrious and lackadaisical in the hours that followed the emotional assault handed to them, Plague had been stubbornly apathetic. She took to her personal space from the moment the would-be rescue team had returned, not surfacing without dire reason. If there was no reminder blaring in her face, she didn't have to deal with the death of yet another Morlock, nor the loss in numbers by leaving Sonny with Helios and Co. Mall wouldn't have to doubt their abilities to tend to the child, nor question the actions of a woman she so readily trusted and vouched for previously. Was Skids truly and regrettably right in her hasty assumptions or had this all been some horrific misunderstand? An irrational and impulsive reaction resulting from the stress of Tammy's untimely passing?

When it was her turn to be called, it was only knowing who the person behind the message was that got the pale woman to emerge from her hovel. If anyone could claim to be the most confused, it would have been Plague. It seemed likely that Scatterbrain was summoned for berating and counsel, and Roadkill was more or less another shadow to the cyclopean leader, but to toss Malladie into the mix? The only conclusion the grey woman could draw was that this all stemmed from her declaration of loyalty earlier. When Callisto announced the departure of Reptil and the reluctant neighbors they now found in the mutant hunters. It seemed unlikely that her presence was requested for giving thanks; she'd been doing as was told.

Plague lurked behind the stammering green woman and Nick, her blue eyes shifting from the pair to the solitary Sewer Queen. She loosely crossed her arms across her stomach and chose to be silent, for now. Explainations in due time.
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Before long, the group had arrived. This tunnel, this chamber, had been chosen for a few very specific reasons. It was large, but it was far off the beaten paths, near the tunnels leading into the Old Roads, where darker dangers lurked, denizens of the underworld that, while untold, were still very present. Nobody who entered the old roads came back, it was said, and so the place was regarded widely as bad juju, and despite being sealed by Callisto years ago, it was still a road not traveled by the Morlocks.

She stood there, looking at them. Bulwark with his armor plating, Roadkill with his animalistic qualities, Scatterbrain with her mental flaying, Plague with her ability to spread disease at whim, Flim and Flam with there gestalt form, Bliss with her poisonous, wicked tongue, and Caliban, dear Caliban, simple Caliban, one of her oldest lieutenant, his mutant tracking soon to be a boon to them all.

"Morlocks." She began, "Among your number are some of my most trusted and versatile friends and allies..." She moved through the lot of them, looking into each of their eyes.

This tunnel was far off, secret. Even the loudest of screams wouldn't reach The Alley from here.

"Your powers, your evolution-granted gifts all have reasons for your summoning here. We lost a lot today. We lost two of our number, two very close friends of mine." She moved to the entrance to the place, where could be seen a thick rope. She grabbed the taught binding, wormed her arm around it. "I said earlier that we were going to war, and so you are to become my planning council."

She gave the cord a tug, and a low rumbling issued forth as the hidden door moved to close.

"However..." She continued... "We're not only going to war with Havok and his friends.."

She moved back through the crowds, back to the highborn altar upon which she was originally perched. "We're going to war with this world, the above and the below. Every... last... inch."

She let that sink in, knowing it would cause confusion, that it would cause question. She removed her jacket, her gloves, removed the long-sleeved woolen shirt.

"You are going to be my first recruits in a glorious army."

She removed her eyepatch, a single golden eye peaking from the dark recesses of an age-old wound.

"And whether you like it or not..."

Subtle depressions could be felt in the chamber; they were no longer alone, the ceiling began to crawl. She looked up to it with a grin before pressing a button on a small device in her pocket.

"...You will all serve as soldiers."

A wave shot out, one that would send their primate brains into a sort of lockdown, temporarily removing motor function and somatic acuity. Nerves would go crazy, muscles and ligaments become limp like jelly. They'd remain conscious of course, some of them, the most fortuitous, would even remain vertical. This process was much easier with a lucid subject.

"Welcome to the fight, my new warriors."

She grinned as her skin faded to green, to patterned, shining green.

"Welcome to a new Gene Nation. A Skrull Nation."

She watched as her brethren descended the walls, each of them moving to one of the immobilized Morlocks. Behind her, another set were preparing stasis units for the blueprint organisms.

Sril'rt grinned down at them.

"Remember, my darling Morlocks." An unearthly chuckle filled the room.

"She loves you."
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Looking back, he wasn’t sure why he’d fought it in the first place.

When the creatures started to descend, Nick’s first panicked thought was one of betrayal. He could feel them moving, creeping in an inhuman sort of way and he sensed the ill intent (or imagined that he did) coming off of Callisto. He remembered it now, though it seemed disconnected, almost like watching someone else’s dream on a black and white television.

He knew that he’d felt the deep sting of betrayal. Callisto had turned them over to these monstrosities, after all. Nick smiled, his eyes yellow and his sharpened teeth giving the expression an extra dose of cruelty. Monstrosities. Was that how these pathetic creatures saw them?

Typical.

He had wanted to put up a fight…and would have were he not suspended in immobility. Knowing the particular abilities of this one, he imagined that he might just have been able to get away if he had really wanted to. Between that snakelike tail and the ability to climb remarkably fast he would at least have given them a run for their money. Of course he probably wouldn’t have been able to…due to certain relational obligations. Roadkill had a deep conviction of loyalty toward his friends…some more than others. With a sadistic smile, he turned his attention toward Plague-the Roadkill’s female friend.

No matter now, she was one of them as well.

Stepping up beside Callisto, Nick took in a deep breath. “What now,” he said-though he thought that perhaps he knew the answer.
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Unfathomable. How was it that the kid had it right all along? Plague had been left baffled by Skids's claims and predictions, had chalked them up for lack of experience due to her age, as immature and irrational, as unlikely and just plain stupid. And yet here the grey woman stood, alongside family and friends, quickly learning just how weighted that declaration of war now was. Callisto...no, the horror that currently occupied the one-eyed mutant's body, hadn't just meant to cause strife with their unwanted neighbors. It meant to wage trouble on them all. How long had their leader been replaced? How much did these filthy vermin know?

Betrayal. That summed it up well. But Plague also felt blind-sided and foolish for not listening, for not seeing that which Sally continuously bellowed about. She would give anything for telepathic abilities at the moment. She so dearly wanted to warn those left untouched. Instead, Malladie tried to fight that which was inevitable, opposing occupation, all the while acknowledging how fruitless it was. The Morlock cast one last look at Roadkill before all things Karza were implemented and exposed.

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Liberation. It would be a slow process, a calculated mission of deceit and eradication, but it would be ever so worth the end results. This one was deadly on her own, a vessel of torment and torture, of death and disease. This one had much to offer, made that much more deadly by being Karza's new skin. She used her eyes to enjoy the scene of the turnover, barely containing the laugh that threatened to bubble over her acidic lips. It was her second favourite reason she flourish in this role. She liked to call it 'the harvest'.
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Sril'rt stood and she watched as the bodies were hoarded off, placed in stasis, sampled and subsequently mimicked. It was quick, tactical, surgical in its efficiency. By the time all was said and done, the Morlocks had been spirited off, their hibernating frames waiting to be taken back to the homeworld. They'd be safe here. Nobody would come here.

"Alright, enough fuckin' around." She said, hopping down from her pulpit, looking at the lot of them. "Summers, the one you've all been told about, he's shacked up in Go'dron'rk, and we need them out if we're to raise it, a glorious beacon for all our kin to see when we make our move on this dumb-rock."

The city was ancient. A ruin, more than anything, but it was a lone-standing figure of the world before its people had left. It would serve as not only a boon to morale but as a convenient staging ground for their forces in this part of the world.

But first the vermin infesting it needed to be removed, and if she could take out a few dissenters in the process, well, all the better. The shit storm with Skids the other day, that had been unfortunate, but if they were lucky someone had already run off and blabbed to Havok about the craziness going on in the Alley, even if they still failed to realize just how right they were.

Her clawed, green-skinned shape molded into her assumed mutant-human shape, and she brushed black hair over her missing eye.

"Plague, I'm going to need you to whip up the nastiest bout of whatever, spend a few weeks practicing. The rest of you, make your peace with Skrullos. Our mission is likely not one that we'll survive. Be resolute and knowing that in His eye and that of the Queen your sacrifice will be noble and worthy."

"Skrullos. He Loves You."

"Our Queen. She Loves You."

The Amen sounded and the Skrull in the shape of the massive Bulwark moved free the rock holding them in.

"Before long we'll have these apes on the ropes, to use a turn of phrase, and you're all the ticket to that."

She gave them a grin and removed herself.
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