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| The Start of Insurgency; NYC X-Men, ask for invite. | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 7 2012, 03:16 AM (1,685 Views) | |
| Nightcrawler | Jun 7 2012, 03:16 AM Post #1 |
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May 20th Right after The Hollow. His blade-tipped tail curled in the air behind him, flicking slightly to and fro. Triple-digit hands curled delicately around a cup of cold tea. The heat of summer was beginning to grow in the world outside, though it was yet imperious, a cold cup was always appreciated. The devil's eyes set on the television, watching the news. After the death of X-Corps, this was all that was really on when it wasn't otherwise in use and, between his routine shift of watching the building for security, Kurt found this moment a pleasant respite from the turmoil. But, that respite was short lived. "Reports are coming in from all across the country," the reporter said. He felt the couch tremble beneath him. "There are... shapes... in the skies above DC, San Fransisco, New Yo--" Crouched there, Kurt first fell his phone vibrate in his pocket. Going to answer it, the television clicked on, the screen shaking with a scratching sound before becoming stable once again. The small table with a laptop open on it came out of sleep mode spontaneously, an internet window opening to the same blackness on the TV screen. Outside, the world flickered between light and day as though clouds passed over the Sun at incomprehensible speeds. Two eyes grew from the darkness on the screen, the devil's own brow raising in confusion at their sinister glare. Kurt's head turned a degree to the side, his eyes never leaving those glaring out of the television. "Logan...! Everyone!" he barked aloud. The shaded figure on the television began talking and Kurt immediately had an inclination of who it was. The faded, ambient light around those eyes revealed the texture of scales, varied in shades, but scales nonetheless. And those eyes... he had seen them before. This voice was of the same sort of creature that replaced Tommy and, potentially, of the same kind that was under this very roof. But whom, they had not discovered. The voice proclaimed the end of an era. That humanity's time had come to an end. The voice regaled the watchers, claiming itself the progenitor of the human race, the organism that planted their ancestors here on Earth. Yet they were tugged away by 'The Bad Times,' which Kurt could only wonder what it was. They were meant to be ruled. Meant to be covered. Meant to kneel and yield to the supreme power of a God. Kurt had heard this before. The very ideals of Apocalypse rang in his pointed ears. The herald of a supreme race. It made Kurt's stomach turn inside out. This Queen proclaimed that they would be met with opposition, that the mutants would fight if the humans would not. And they would. Kurt's fur bristled at the thought. So this was it, then? The ultimatum. However, Kurt could not imagine that this foreign threat would be welcomed with open arms. No human would stand by and relent to these reptilian creatures. Scattered. Weakened. Trapped. Scattered perhaps, but weakened? Trapped? In this very building there was more than a handful willing enough to fight for the just cause, for the protection of this world. They had before and Kurt knew they would again, he had no doubt. But, if one of them was one of these creatures as they suspected... Kurt's brow furrowed in thought, the Queen proclaiming victory before a battle had already occurred. She spoke in a language even foreign to him, so well travelled, and it was impossible to tell what she said. Had they Doug here, rather than in Utopia, they would know, but he could not imagine it was an invitation to lunch. The screen went dead, the feed stopped playing, and there was nothing but blackness on the screen. A motion through the window at the deck drew his attentions next and in a four-legged bound, Kurt jumped from the back of the couch and sprang onto the ledge, crouching on the precarious cliff over the streets below. Eyes toward the heavens, his mouth fell agape. "Gott im Himmel..." Kurt whispered. Above, flotilla hovered in the air, alien ships staking their stance above the skyline of New York City. A swarm of gnats flowed around them, smaller ships, single-rider gliders, and others preparing to descend at a moment's notice. Kurt looked over his shoulder and dropped onto the deck, standing to his full height. "I suppose there is no need to address how urgent things have become. Prepare yourselves, ladies and gentlemen. We have a world to save. And if we are who we say we are, then we will do just that. Logan and myself had held our suspicions close since the revelation with Tommy. We suspect that one more of these creatures is among us, the one who would have blown up our communications." His yellow gaze passed over them all. "If you are among us, you would do well to reveal yourself at this moment, for if you fail to stop us now, we will defeat you. We will find a way to bring our friends back from the other side and I have a feeling none of them will be happy to see you lording over their world." He grew a fanged smirk. "I know a young Genoshan particularly sensitive about that sort of thing. Know that if you remain acting on our team as one of our own, you will be betraying them." The devil pointed a digit toward the sky. "And you will be known as one of us." Hand dropping to his side, the devil's tail flicked behind him. "We must contact all of those who we can trust. I have no doubt that Alex is sending some of his own up here to liaison between us. We must contact X-Corps and any individuals we believe may prove advantageous. Prepare yourselves, my friends. Gather anything that you will require. These Skrulls believe we will resist them." His smirk grew a little bigger. "And who are we to deny them?" |
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| Surge | Jun 7 2012, 03:37 AM Post #2 |
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"That is some fucked up sh..." her voice trailed off, laced with that electric hum as the screen went dead, quiet. She'd already been heading here when her iPod's radio had turned on, and now that the others were assembling here, gathering together at their leaders' behest, she shook her head. With all the crazy things going down, they all knew something was coming, but this? She looked looked at the dead screens, wanting another glimpse at that armada in the sky. "Aliens?" By then Kurt had begun his address, and rousing though it was she couldn't reassure herself this time. Anyone in this room could be one of them, even Nightcrawler. It was probably one of these things that whacked the lady over at X-Corps, too. So many details of recent events suddenly clicked into place with the advent of this single key-stone fact. They were being invaded. This wasn't like Apocalypse, wasn't like the shifting of the World Without Xavier, not like Shadow X, not wholly. These were beings from another place, be it another world or another dimension or the inside of the planet, whatever, they were in a whole new kind of doodoo right now, but one thing was for sure: they had to find out who was still themselves, and who wasn't. "I'm definitely me." She said. "I dunno how I can prove that to you but I am, but hell, that's the devil of it. Whoever's here, that creeper on TV just told them to stop playing and start screwing us up." She looked around to everyone, eyes pulsing with a blue glow. "So we gotta draw them out. Question is, how do we do that?" They had one of them here, they'd been poking at it for weeks. "Did Josh and the science brigade figure anything out from the dead one?" |
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| Logan | Jun 7 2012, 08:48 PM Post #3 |
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After the Skrull Queen made her address, Logan turned away and walked to the balcony where Kurt had perched himself and joined his old friend in looking towards the sky. He gave a quick glance to Kurt, one that did a good job at hiding the concern that he felt, and instead showed strength and anger at what was taking place. As Kurt jumped away to address the group, Logan looked back towards the sky. No doubt there would be panic in the streets and a hasty evacuation would be attempted, but people were going to die regardless. His thoughts went back to Hartley and her death. Though he didn't know the girl all that well since she had left the school, he could recall her face and the sound of her voice. It was something at least. Even so, she had died at the hands of one of these monsters. Now they came in full force and were strategically positioning themselves around the globe for an attack. How many more would die? Logan turned around and looked at his small team, knowing that the X-men were short handed here in New York. He couldn't let any of them down, not this time. Though they were small, they still held strength. If the war began before reinforcements arrived, then they would have to do the only thing they could do... fight as hard as they could. "We are going to join our allies and fight these things," Logan said, continuing Kurt's speech. "We may be few in number, but we are not short in firepower. But I ain't particular about who leads the charge, so if we are best suited to aid Alex and X-factor, then we will do that. More than likely, we will section the city off and defend it in that matter..." He looked to Nori. "But I'll have to talk to Alex to confirm that. In the mean time, prep yourselves. We are going to move out and take up defensive positions shortly, and we'll draw these fuckers out then. Bobby, I want you to..." Logan paused, looking around the War Room and noticing for the first time that Bobby was absent. The guy had been tore up since he had heard about Hartley and yea, that was hard to deal with... but he should have come when he was called. For a brief moment, he was concerned for Bobby's safety, but then he reminded himself that Iceman was not a pushover. He was around. "Kurt," Logan started, walking over to where his friend was. He then said quietly so the others couldn't hear, "Bobby is still dealin' with some distractions... so let's not go rough on him for being late. Especially with everything that is goin' on. Let's get these kids prepped for battle and... we gotta keep 'em alive, alright? I'm goin' to get Bobby. We are goin' to need him." He turned back towards his team and nodded to them all, his eyes meeting Terry's. It wasn't that long ago that they were all upstairs and she was getting ticked off at Spider-Man for looking down her shirt. Funny how quickly things could change. Logan gave her a wink, hoping for it to be reassuring, and then walked out the door of the War Room to get Iceman. (Continued in Keep it Cool ) |
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| Siryn | Jun 8 2012, 12:05 AM Post #4 |
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Hair a mess, half of it braided and still wearing sweat shorts topped with the strappy top she had already changed into and had planned to wear out to see her father. The skirt was still on her bed but by the looks of the television, it might be staying there… Stood with the rest of the X-men who had gathered to watch, she stared at the screen mutely. No one really knew what to say, they all seemed to be just listening for the most part. Then, above the city came the thrum of the ships emerging from the clouds. Siryn moved to the windows, staring up at the sight of the fleet. She fought to keep her face blank and pale, barely able to look away. After a moment she forced herself to and taking a breath, the redhead went to Noriko. Giving her friend a strained smile, Theresa shrugged. “Oh I dunno, how do we normally pull off shite like this?” she quirked the corners of her mouth up into a smile, albeit a strained one. “It’ll be alright, Nori…I fuckin hope so anyway,” she added with a sigh and dragged a hand through her half styled hair. “Fuck…” Who could they trust? She didn’t have a clue, barring the obvious one in her head anyway. Unless…Closing her eyes to steel herself, she gave a nod to Nightcrawler. The commands were pretty simple, really. All she had to do was get it together, stop shaking and get out there. As Logan passed, Terry caught the wink and she gave yet another strained smile in response before glancing away and clearing her throat. The last few weeks had been pretty crazy as it was, obviously building to this. Now it was all here… “I’m gonna suit up before anything else,” she remarked, looking down at her mismatch of nice shirt and loungewear. “Nori?” looking back at her friend, Terry bit down on her lip. It was more of a ‘I don’t want to go to the bathroom alone as its dark and creepy out in the hall’ question than a genuine invitation to go and change together. As she stood there, she felt pretty useless. Theresa wasn’t a brain and she wasn’t experienced enough to be a strategist, but she was going to do what she could, that was for damn sure. Heading to the doorway, she glanced over her shoulder, looking once more at the now blank television screen, before looking ahead once more and squaring her shoulders. So. This was it. |
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| Paige Guthrie | Jun 9 2012, 08:46 PM Post #5 |
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Paige was of course deep into a cycle of data filtering when the flat screen monitor above her came to life. At first she paid it no mind, the raw data her and her science team had amassed was staggering. It raised so many questions on almost every conceivable topic and she had been hard pressed to sort all of it into some semblance of order so the results would be viable. As she typed away and slid files into folders she stole a glance at the monitor a few times. Then of course the lab seemed to shutter and every single device started displaying some crazy alien invasion film. At least it seemed like a film, was Jeffries simply playing a prank? Quickly she checked the feeds and was astonished to find they all shared an outside source. One single outside source in fact. This cheesy “AYBABTU” moment was both real and happening in real time. Paige quickly shut down the work she was doing, wiped her brow and hurried to join the other New York based X-Men. They had a fight on their hands, perhaps “the” fight if she was honest. What these aliens didn't know, what they couldn't know, was that they were picking a fight with the only people prepared to win. As she joined the group of assembled teammates the announcement finished playing on her pda and Husk tapped in some more data. She stood there, still in her lab coat, her glasses still over her eyes and quickly took in everyone's reaction as well as Logan's departure. She had only a vague clue as to everyone else's state of readiness due to her excessive hours in the lab. However if even one gigabyte of data proved the key in the battles to come it was all worth it. Two deep breathes later Paige had settled her nerves and was already mentally reviewing strategies, deployment concepts, and equipment needs. They needed cool heads, calm hands, courageous hearts, and constant data updates. One wins a war through information just as much as through arms. “Alright, this is really bad team, but we've faced worse. What's the plan and will I be of more use on the front line or in the lab? I'm sure you have a battle plan Kurt and I have a dozen or so spare devices that have all the info Foley, Jeffries, Nemesis and I have compiled.” The nervous tension in the room was palatable and the overwhelming sense of fear and worry threatened to choke the young Kentuckian, but she had come too far and worked to hard to let simple emotion stop her. |
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| Hellion | Jun 12 2012, 02:53 AM Post #6 |
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There are moments in history that are so impressed on your memories that you know exactly where you are when an event that truly shook the world took place. The assassination of Franz Ferdinand, the dropping of the atomic bomb on Hiroshima, the assassination of John F. Kennedy, when man first landed on the moon, the resignation of Richard Nixon, the fall of the Berlin Wall, the attacks of September 11th. Now, once again there was another date to add to such a grim list of tragedies, with already so many disasters having befallen the world in recent years, now was perhaps the biggest. May 20th, 2012. The day the earth was invaded. A primitive shriek caught Hellion off guard, not exactly the most expected sound you'd hear in an office of a skyscraper, however it could mean one of many things. The first and probably most likely was that a window was left slightly open, a wasp, or fly, or something that buzzed and had wings managed to enter the office block and just so happen to be noticed by one of the girls in reception. Helen especially hated wasps, or anything that flew, but especially wasps, Julian had seen her run from her desk, straight for the emergency exits triggering the fire alarm and cause the building to be vacated on several floors beneath until news spread of the panic that Helen had felt. She got quite a warning that day. There could be other reasons, sure. Maybe the Yankees lost against the Black Sox. Ok that's not so possible. Maybe the Knicks traded Melo Anthony for Kevin Garnett and a second round pick, at least then they'd have a reliable forward, even if he was fifty-seven years old or however old K-G was now. The next suddenly deafening scream however really grabbed at Keller's attention, pulling him from the screen he had been studying as his brows sagged over his blue eyes noticing the room around him darken just a little. Must have rain today. Slowly he lifted, not especially interested in what was going on but curious none-the-less. It was early, and so far the day had been slow, though that was probably because he was due in for a meeting with both his father and brother in the next hour or so, and he was most certainly not looking forward to that. Whisking his form around the desk, Julian drifted out of his room, the young man glancing over to see Stacy standing, herself caught in as much curious concern as Hellion displayed. She nodded to him, the female off guard knowing that the day was going to be busy for her, and yet unable to shake the sense of wonder at why there was so much commotion coming from the next room. Exiting into the foyer, where dozens of desk lay scattered around in what appeared to be a mess of cubicles, yet was actually a form of organised chaos, Julian looked over to see a bunch of colleagues gathered at the windows. Drawing near he watched as each pointed to the sky, some shaking their head though Helen amongst sat in tears, gripped with hysteria. "What's going on?" Julian called as he quickly made his way over, ignoring the plasma television mounted on the wall as a series of numbers scrolled across the bottom of the screen, indicating how the markets were performing over in Wall Street. "It's.. I don't know what it is Julian - it's terrible!" "What is terrib-" Further cries filled the room, women, men, everyone in the foyer responding in their own uniquely different manner, some falling out of chairs, others jumping and just running whilst a few stepped closer, pointing and staring at the screen, mouths aghast as shock, fear and surprise pulled at their features. Their reaction confused Julian for but a second until his gaze like theirs drew to the unthinkable visage on screen. A sight of which would stay with him forever. Two glittering golden orbs cutting through a black screen that shadowed and hinted at the features of the mysterious entity, a green hue shimmering near the eyes. "Wh..." The entity's voice scratched at his senses, the sharp tones slipping into his ear, causing the man to involuntarily shiver, his body shuddering in response as the being spewed its rhetoric, arrogantly claiming to already have won, to already have conquered the world and humanity. Immediately his mind flashed in thought to what the military must be doing in response, the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D already having assessed the situation and begun to formulate a plan of action, there was no way humanity and the earth was lost, what the fuck was this thing? His mind then began to wonder; maybe this was just some huge elaborate show, maybe someone was just trying to cause panic akin to that of the pandemonium caused by the 'War of the Worlds' a century before. Slowly Julian began to edge away, reaching into his pocket to pull out his iPhone, only to find the beast's ghastly features staring back at him, continuing its spill, each word, every noun and verb creeping deep into his conscious overwhelming every worry he had carried, things that seemed inconsequential compared to something so grand that Julian Keller for once felt very, very small. This felt so real. Keller's legs carried him towards his heading as he continued to stare at the screen listening to the thing, to the Queen claim that she loved him. To claim that she had defeated the heroes that humanity had come to believe in, to have replaced the friends that Julian Keller cared about. Replace Terry? Yeah likely, she was here not thirteen days ago, just as sharp, just as snappy, there was no replacing her, not Bobby, not Sofia, none of them. Passing through the lobby, Keller cut a quick path for his father's office as the Queen asserted her control over the peoples of earth. Accept my fate and belong to Skrullos? Julian Keller belonged to no one, least of all some glowy eyed space bitch on a power trip! Bursting through the door, Julian forced his way into his father's office with a surprising confidence that he had seemed to lack in recent weeks. "Have you seen-" His brother, James, lifted a hand up to silence his younger sibling. "Of course we have, next stupid question!" Julian's brow furrowed over his blue eyes in annoyance, confidence just taking a small hit as he glanced around the room. His father was stood studying the plasma screen that hugged the wall as four other men, the aides, though two were meant for a more physical presence were scattered about. James sat on the desk kept trying the phones but began quietly cursing to himself as every possibility he explored came back with the same response. Nothing. William Keller peered back as the Martian finally seemed to be gone. "At least you're here. We're leaving." The young Californian lifted his brows as his father rounded the desk and pushed past Julian exiting back into the lobby, the old man's cabal shuffled after him in pursuit till James lastly barged past Julian. "We're leaving?" No answer came back for Hellion's query as he too gave chase of his father, William leading the way into the stairwell and ascending the last few levels to the roof. "James, where are we going?" His older brother sighed as he peered back, "We're getting out of the city. Chaos is falling, it's best the family get out." Well that made sense from a certain point of view, whatever was going to happen in New York they'd be destruction and all heaps of hell unleashed, it was the last place for civilians, yet as Julian thought, something quickly crossed his mind. "What about mom?" "Mother will be fine." Fine?! How the hell would mom be fine, she was on the other-side of the country, and if the creepy Martian lady was to be believed, Los Angeles likely had its own infestation of unwanted and extremely over-confident E.T's. "How do you know she's fine? Have you spoken to her? Does she know we're coming?" The oldest of the Keller siblings continued his accent to the roof without breaking sweat, or even an expression aside from mild annoyance. His younger brother's constant questioning doing little to absolve him from the sour mood, "It's not important right now Julian, you don't need to know." Are you out of your fucking mind, 'brother'?! "Don't need to know, who the fuck do you think you..." The shadowed sphere that covered New York City was immense, but not nearly as impressive as the object that cast such a shadow as Julian exited onto the roof and his gaze snapped up, body slowed as shock and the sheer overwhelming vastness of the task ahead hit him, sucking every word from his lips and winding him so thoroughly that Julian came to a stop completely. How were they going to turn this back? This was just one city, if these bugs played using the Independence Day movie rules then one of these vast disc ships would be sat high above every major city across not only the country, but across the entire world. Those great places Julian liked visiting - Paris, London, Tokyo, Stuttgart; every single one of them would have the big disc from doom hovering above it, carrying its legions of golden-eyes. "Julian! Come on!" The grab at his arm broke the daze that had gripped Hellion, James taking a good firm grip of his younger brother's bicep and began marching him towards the helicopter that his father was boarding, the engines of the aircraft whistling as its propellers slowly, wearily started to spin. Could they turn this back? Even with all of S.H.I.E.L.D, all of the military, was that enough to push back a ship of that size just once, let alone dozens of the objects that had nested above places like D.C, L.A, Chicago and Houston. Yeah okay we can add the Avengers and Iron Man to pushing some of that wave back, but even still... What about the X-Men? What about your friends? Julian slowed again as he grew very aware of exactly what was going on. It was happening again. If they ever survived this, what would Julian Keller say he did? Did he do as his father expected, boarded the helicopter and ran for the hills, away from trouble, for survival even though he knew that people he cared about would remain behind to fight? Or would he do what he felt deep down deep in the very pit of his stomach that was not only the right thing to do, but the only thing he should do. Everything around him seemed to slow as he remembered that dull grey day where he sped towards the mansion, only to stop his car short upon seeing the rubble and debris of his old home in ruin, smoke rising from the fallen building as he caught sight of a few of his friends stricken with tears for those they lost. For those he lost. Hazily the world faded from his vision as he felt that guilt, that deep seated wound he had been trying to ignore, the shame not for being who he was, but in being unable to stop what had happened. In being unable to protect his friends. He was an ass-hole yeah, but this ass-hole gave a shit. Who next was going to pay the price for him being able to live on? Bobby? Cessily? Terry? Suddenly his mouth felt rather dry as James shouted his name once more. "JULIAN!" With a blink the young Hellion glanced up at his older, wiser brother. "We need to go!" Keller froze, slowly peering out from the roof towards the city, towards the Worthington Complex and stared at the building in silence. "I can't..." He whispered. James shook his head, again grabbing his brother's arm as the rotating propellers whipped up a windy frenzy on the roof, their clothing flapping under the torrent of its velocity. "Don't be stupid, there's nothing here for you, we have to get away. We have to go somewhere safe!" Dragged, Julian again felt his feet moving towards the helicopter, the faces of Bobby, Sofia and Terry and the others flashing before his eyes as his form suddenly felt numb with sick. You're doing it again. This is wrong. You know it is. You leave now and you may as well be dead inside. "No..." The arrogant Californian stopped once more. "This is no time for stupid games Julian, we don't have time for this childishness." Look at him, tell him you're not going. He's afraid, scared, but you know what you must do. Hellion lifted his chin, his ice blue eyes shifting until they locked on the gaze of his brother. Gently, Julian shook his head. "No." Frustrated and angry, James' patience with his brother snapped, not taking his refusal as an answer, James once again grabbed his brother's arm. "GET OFF OF ME!!" Snapping his arm out, Julian lashed at his brother, pushing him away as his body suddenly lit with a green glow. James staggered in surprise, peering back to his father who had sat watching the Keller brothers from afar. Studying his youngest son, William merely shook his head and turned away. Shooting a look back at his brother, James scoffed having to shout to be heard over the sound of the whipping propellers. "You're making a mistake!" Julian held his nerve, "According to you, I always make a mistake, this time at least, I go out on my own terms!" There was something in the eyes of his younger brother that James caught sight of and didn't recognise. Julian was head-strong, rambunctious, and far too full of himself for James' liking, yet in that moment on the roof of the skyscraper, with hell about to descend on all of them, there was a shining definitive element to Julian Keller's bright blue eyes. "Say sorry to mom for me." James nodded and with a spin twisted back for the aircraft, boarding the helicopter as Julian stood alone on the roof watching his father as languidly the helicopter slowly lifted itself off the roof's heli-pad and began its sprint for JFK. Not once did William look back. "Well...you really did it this time..." His voice was quiet as the sound of the helicopter faded into the noise of sirens, crowds and the booming ambience of the hearty craft high above. Peering back up at the object, Julian slowly loosened his tie before he tossed it aside, shrugging his jacket off. "Right, so I doubt we'd get very far by flying up and knocking on their front door..." He smirked a bit, listening to his own sarcasm as he spoke to no one but himself, nervousness giving way to adrenaline as his gaze lowered to fall upon the Worthington Tower. "Okay, lets go try make up for lost time..." Tapping into the raw ability that filled every inch of his being, a green aura spread across his form as Julian stepped onto the edge of the roof, still dressed as if he was about to go out for dinner at the Ritz; tailored fit blood red silk shirt, charcoal Hugo Boss pants and black patent leather shoes. With excitement and trepidation each doing their level best to make Julian's chest pound as hard as Dave Grohl on drums in a packed-full Madison Square Garden, Julian let his eyes pull down to the chaos of the frenzied public scatter like small ants at the foot of the skyscraper. He watched their fear, their panic and let the scene burn into his memory as he hopped out darted his head forward, drawing on every portion of his mutant ability as he shot like a bullet through the air towards Warren's X-Man haven. "Yeea-hawww!" Julian shouted at the tops of his lungs with child-like glee as he zipped through the air, slicing his way through the tall buildings that cut New York's skyline, a trail of green scorched on the air as he burned as fast as he could to head for Terry, Bobby and the others. He felt alive. It had been so long since he really let loose with his own abilities, cut away from what was expected of him and do what came to him naturally. No matter what sort of rush he'd chase, nothing would come anywhere as close to the sheer exhilaration he felt flood throughout his body at that specific moment as the man flashed through the New York streets. With careful ease, Julian landed at the foot of the Worthington building and hurried through the twisting doors into the lobby. Inside was eerily quiet compared to the noise and commotion outside, quick stepping to the reception only to see a man still stuck for words, staring at the small television screen that sat embedded into the oak desk. "I'm here to visit Theresa Rourke." The man, confounded didn't respond. "Sir? Theresa Rourke? Robert Drake? Joshua Foley?" Again the man didn't respond, Keller frowning as he reached over and turned the television off. Breaking the almost hypnotic link between the screen and the guard, the man blinked a few times before he peered up at Julian, "Bobby Drake?" Pointing behind him, the nervous man motioned to the lifts, "P-pent...house suite..." With a small nod, Julian was on his way once more. Into the escalator, the rise from the ground floor to penthouse suite seemed to take forever as the young man waited impatiently for the lift to arrive at its intended destination. The ascent felt cruelly slow as doubt begun to drain the confidence away from the impassioned Hellion. What if Terry was wrong? What if too much time has passed... Self doubt began to cripple the young Californian. His gaze falling onto the red numbers as they flicked up one by one. It had been months since he had seen any of them, that he couldn't help feel that the last place he should try and make things right would be here and now. What was he expecting? A crowd cheering, banners waving and cheerleaders cheering? They were about to go toe to toe with the Uglies from Mars that had fucking spaceships the size of Manhattan, what the hell could Julian Keller do? With a ding, the doors opened revealing the Penthouse Suite as Hellion slowly drifted in. His footsteps quiet and careful with every step. He didn't belong here, this was stupid. He hadn't been using his own abilities, what good would a rusty, failed Xavier student be at a time like this? He opened his lips to call out but found his voice suddenly absent, mouth dry as he gritted and swallowed in order to try and still that resolve that he now desperately needed, and draw back just an inch of that confidence he felt when he told his brother 'no'. Taking a breath, Julian slowly inhaled before he dared to try again. "Hello?" It was quiet. And what exactly was he supposed to say? 'Hi, here's your good-looking and clearly talented neighbourhood Hellion, here!' Somehow that didn't quite sit. "Terry? Any one...?" |
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| Nightcrawler | Jun 12 2012, 04:43 AM Post #7 |
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Logan picked up when he finished. The devil stood where he was, tail flicking behind him pensively as the feral spoke. His eyes passed over the individuals in the room -- Bobby excluded. He did not want to suspect anyone in particular, for various reasons. At some point, it could have been any of them, even Logan, that was connected to the explosions. No matter how much trust he had in any of them, there would be tension in the team. Kurt and Logan had made that clear as soon as the Skrull's nature was discovered. To be paranoid was to weaken the team further, however, and Kurt's resolve and patience kept him from growing to suspect every one. "At most, Noriko, the best we can do is provoke them. If they are fools enough to be provoked, then we will take them as best we can. We have trust for you all, even under the circumstances, no less than before. Tested as it may be right now, it will hold true until the revelation. We must work together to persevere, to bring our friends back from the solitude of Utopia, and to defeat these foes who claim themselves our new masters. Yet it is as Logan said, we must defend the place we call home." As a moment's respite came from discussion, Kurt looked toward the Wolverine and gave the man a nod. Ever since Kurt had delivered the horrible news to the cryokinetic, the boy had been a mess. Checking on him as often as they could, every moment was met with sorrow. It grieved Kurt to be forced to deal with these situations when one of theirs was wounded so, but there was nothing he could do about it. "Take care, Logan. I pray you help him find his own resolve." As Logan left for the roof, Kurt reaffirmed their words. "We must act swiftly and with cautious. I have a feeling we are of the ones they think will fight. They may come for us soon. Time to wear our colors, ladies and gentlemen. Meet in the war room as soon as you are prepared. We will discuss things more there." Making his own move to leave the living room, Kurt was intercepted by their presently local Guthrie. Kurt looked at the girl. "Frau Guthrie, I encourage you to listen to what Logan and I have said, as that is the plan. You will be of use where you see fit, be it in the lab or on the 'front line.' As far as we are concerned, everywhere will be the front line with these Skrulls. And yes, I have seen these devices and the information on them. I am not fond of them because my fingers are too big to play with the buttons, but Herr Foley does not wait for meetings regarding alien invasions to share vital information that may prove necessary to our victory, as he knows it is difficult for me to use them. I am educated in what was on them, so unless it is new, please suit up." Taking his leave from the living room, Kurt went to his own quarters. Tail licking the door behind him, the devil undressed and suited up, tugging on the crimson and black suit, the same colors as the costume he wore in the circus. Though they lacked the pauldrons of the costume of old, it was enough to reminisce. Tugging the fitted white cloves and boots over his strange appendages, the devil stood in front of a mirror, zipping it up. At least he knew he would look dashing, should they fail. Turning from the mirror, he tucked the silver cross into his shirt as the breeze from the window blew against him. But, what was outside gave him pause, ears perking, tail stilling, and lids widening. It was not the wind. It was the sound. The sound of a primal creature lost to the fever of violence. "RAAARRRR!" He knew that sound. That voice. His mouth fell open, stunned, the owner's name escaping his lips in a whisper. "Logan." Bamf! The devil appeared upon the rooftop in an explosion of black and violet smoke, landing against the warm surface in a-- It was cool. Good heavens, it was cool. Even with the sun shining, the temperature of the flat surface against his gloved appendages. It was not the coolness against that that alarmed him, however. It was the mass of frozen muscle and sinew and metal lunging toward the closed door, the trail of ice along the rooftop, the imperious cold lingering in the air. Logan was frozen, through and through, and he was frozen mid-attack. "Logan!" the devil bounded over to his frozen friend. It was a fruitless effort. The feral had been encased in ice, his features twisted in an animalistic snarl. Adamantium claws had blades of icicles hanging from them, outstretched to stab at the one who froze him. Kurt knew those claws would never be drawn on someone who did not deserve it. And clearly, there was one that did. His dark visage hardening, Kurt looked at the door. He knew who the Skrull was, and though he was torn between tending to his fellow X-Man and warning the others, he knew the only option he could take. With a his own snarl, the devil disappeared from the rooftop with another explosion of sulfur-scented smoke, into the stairwell the assailant had gone. He could only pray that the individual who posed as Bobby did not know what Kurt knew that very moment, for the devil had every intention of keeping his word from earlier. (Bobby will be posting next. Do not post. ) |
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| Bobby Drake | Jun 13 2012, 03:42 AM Post #8 |
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‘Bobby’ walked down towards the penthouse suit. With what he had just done it was best to do as much damage. Logan was his first target, as he was the biggest threat. But after that, it was sabotage at its finest for the small amount of X-Men in New York. He had work to do. When he entered the penthouse, he saw a familiar face. Or at least a familiar face to Robert Drake. God it had been so long since he heard his own name. Nearly a year. The Skrull was tired of being Bobby Drake. His happy-go-lucky life, and his friends can crumble under their invasion. With the invasion happening and Hartley’s death, he had enough. “Julian?” ‘Bobby’ stood transfixed, and looking perfectly normal. “Dude… when’d you get here?” Happy relief washed over his face. “Man… I’d thought you and your family would have bolted to some bomb shelter or somethin. Good to have you here.” He walked over and gave his competitive ‘friend’ a hug. All these false pretenses and the Skrull posing as the fun loving, prankster, was pulling it off like a master. He deserved a God damned Emmy. If he got Julian to a more closed off location, he could easily take him down. After all, who didn’t trust the ‘Iceman’? He clasped his buddy on the back and walked him towards the hall. “Come on man, Logan just told me we’re gearing up. I’m glad you’re here, this week’s been unbearable.” As he lead Julian with one hand ahead of him, he formed a thin, long, icy blade behind his back. Quick, clean (sort of), and easy. Just a few more paces, away from eyes that could have seen, he made Julian lead the way, as the Skrull moved to ready the icy blade. Just as he moved, the imposter disappeared in a puff of blue sulfur smelling smoke. |
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| Karma | Jun 14 2012, 02:08 AM Post #9 |
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The streets outside had been all sorts of crazy. She'd made it here in pretty good time all things considered though. The little scooter had been good for driving along between the gridlocked traffic until she'd gotten to Manhattan proper, but one shit hit the wall of humanity ogling and fleeing from the big massive things floating in the sky, things got more difficult. She'd ditched her ride three blocks back, and as Xi'an spilled into the lobby of the Worthington building, the emptiness of it surprised her before she remember just what was going on outside. The Elevator ride had been nail-gnawingly drenched in anticipation, though, and in that minute or so of quiet reflection, she wondered at just how she'd had the forethought to come here now of all times. That thing on the Television, the things in the Sky, those words of warning laced with sinister foreboding, it was all a bit convenient, and while Xi'an knew she was no precognitive, she wondered if those who had made the protection of the world their priority developed some sort of odd sixth sense for just when terrible troubles were about to come to pass. She worried about a million things, though that worry wasn't broadcast from her face, her calm brown eyes watching as the floors ticked by, what would normally be cheese-filled music replaced by the dull wordings of the EBS Announcements begging for everyone listening to stay calm. She'd been here a year ago, when the School had been destroyed and this became the X-Men's forward base. A pang of old pain shot through her and she pushed it away. Now was no time for old stings to resurface. She just hoped she had the right floor. The Elevator dinged to a stop and she stepped out, the floor darkened by the looming shadow of one of those large ships floating up above. Despite the fluorescent tubes painting the corridor in that dull white glow, the odd dim coming from outside was still jarring, especially considering its source. She turned a corner, looking for a familiar face. She saw plenty of workers staring out windows, but none of her comrades. This hadn't been planned nor expected, this return of hers, and she hated to spring on them, but they needed help. Maybe not hers specifically, but another fist in the fray, so to speak, would hopefully be more help than hindrance. Turning another corner she saw two folks walking along, and even from the back she recognized them, Ice-Man and Hellion. A smile passed briefly over her features as she brisked her pace to catch up with the two of them. "Bobby!" She called out. Then she saw the knife. "Bobby!" She shouted again, this time startled confusion was heavy in her voice. "No!" He brought the blade back, and that magenta ring bloomed around her head, locking his arm in place. Not thinking, she charged him, but as she went to make contact, he vanished, and she fell through the purple haze, her link with him suddenly cut, Xi'an thudding to the floor just before Hellion. "Ouf!" She grunted as she caught herself rough. her duffle bag breaking her fall for the most part. That smell. Brimstone. She looked up to Julian, face contorted in confusion. "What the heck is going on?! Where's Scott?" |
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| Siryn | Jun 15 2012, 10:49 PM Post #10 |
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Joint Post with Siryn, Surge and guesting Karma Siryn kept glancing over her shoulder at Nori as they moved quickly along the corridor. Her stomach was full of knots and butterflies and her palms sweated uncomfortably. Wiping them on the sweatshirt material of her shorts, the redhead swallowed. “So…This is a new one, kind’ve, aye?” Terry joked feebly and turned her head back to face the front, as to not walk into a wall. “Least in terms of the weirdness o’ shite we always seem ter get tossed our way…Y’think SHIELD’ll be scramblin about now?” her real question was very thinly veiled and despite the fact her contact with Sean was patchy, Theresa still worried for him a lot. Reaching for her phone that was tucked in the waistband of her shorts, Siryn started to play with it, then frowned. “It isn’t workin…” she muttered, shaking her head. “That’s all we need; end o’ the world loomin and no signal.” "I'm used to no signal." She said as she moved down the hallway a few paces ahead, her natural charge of energy let loose a bit as she paced quicker. "Aliens are new, and I know they said they might not be aliens but they're green and they have ships so that's what they get for right now." Surge turned to look back at Terry. "Though I find it a little odd that I'm so at ease about this. Guess after Apocalypse, invading armies sorta got played out, huh? Next thing in vogue will be them just blasting the planet without the grace period these conquering things tend to give us." A shadow passed through at the end of the hall as one of those massive ships loomed over the building, momentarily blocking the sun, the lights flickering low at its passing, and then it was gone. "The hell was that? I mean, really? How the heck do we deal with that?" “I was in the cellars under Cassidy Keep when the Apocalypse happened, getting drunk,” Siryn confessed to her friend sheepishly. “Tom knew somethin bad was goin ter happen so he’d sent me back.” Shuddering as the ship drifted over, turning the world to shadow, the redhead shoved her phone back into her pocket and hurried her feet as her room approached. Ducking into it, she made for the closet and yanked out her uniform. “I guess we wait fer them ter come out? O’ the ships, that is. They can’t stay in them forever…” She ducked into their shared suite and pulled out her digs as well. "I was kick-starting a Quinjet with Keller." Moving to the window she peered down at the streets below. Up here, in this high place, the myriad sounds of pandemonium stirring in the streets below fell silent against the glass. It didn't take her long to suit up, at this point, after drills and drills and drills, it was all but second nature. She pulled the cowl up over her head, grabbing for the goggles, the ones Tommy'd given her and Noriko's face twisted. Had that been Tommy? Or had it been that thing down in the labs. "Yeah, they can't hide forever, you're right. Or maybe they won't, is more apt. And when I see 'em I'm gonna show them why they should." She looped the lenses around her head, leaving them propped against her forehead. "It's like we're on a sliding scale this last year. Bigots. Tree-People. Now Aliens." She looked back to the window before inspecting the bulky metal apparatus the adorned both arms. "Next it's gonna be a giant talking planet just trying to headbutt us into oblivion." Tugging her hair down, she quickly dropped her shorts and stepped into the suit, pulling it up to her waist before removing her shirt and slipping the arms on, giving the zipper that ran up the front a good tug. “Have yer heard from Julian lately? D’yer think he’s alright?” she asked quickly, rolling her shoulders a few times. The glider wings of her suit were cumbersome when she was on the ground, but Siryn was always glad of them in flight. “Aw, next it’ll be vampires. Or zombies…Proper zombies, mind,” Terry gave a morbid chuckle. Dire situations always brought out the worst jokes and humour. Heading back into the closet, she pulled her boots out and walked into the main room to slip them on, carefully watching Noriko move around the suite. "I do my best to not talk to Julian as much as is humanly possible." She said, quirking a brow. "I know you get along with him but there aren't many time where I don't...Whoah!" She jumped back, Terry's jibe having little time to register as a twin set of smaller crafts whizzed by the building, dropping into a low bank before they shout back upwards towards one of the larger, the glass rattling at their passing in protest. Surge turned back to Terry. "We oughtta get moving, I think." She tapped the earpiece under her hood. "Logan we're... Logan?" She gave Terry a concerned nod. "I forgot comms are down... This is gonna be tricky if we need to divvy up." She moved to the door. "I hope everything's going alright in Utopia, but you know, given all this... doubtful." Theresa Rourke’s face contorted in confusion. It had happened again. Why did she keep being mistaken when it came to the other youngsters and their friendships? Fastening her boots, she glowered at the toes before lifting a relatively cheerful face to Surge, who had been caught by surprise by the smaller craft rushing past. However, the redhead’s heart had skipped a beat and she could feel her pulse quickening. Soon. “Probably, though if I shout loud enough he should hear,” Terry responded, still at it with the gallows humour as she rose up from her perch, following the Japanese girl to the door. “They’ll be fine, Nori, they’ve got more people than us fer a start. Cyclops and Phoenix too.” “Just yer be worried about things here…” her words were almost a murmur as the girl slipped a small, club like object from her sleeve and slowly started to raise it, ready to strike down. She stepped through the door, seeing a glint of movement behind her, but before she could turn to see she heard a clamor down the hall, around the corner, and with a flare of electricty she shot around the bend, skidding to a halt as she swung the corner, gloved hand catching it to stop herself. Down the hall she spied three people, Bobby, what looked like Miss Coy Manh and... "Keller?!" She shouted as Iceman's hand lifted up with that ice-crafted blade before a cloud of deep purple whisked him away and Karma fell to the floor. Her eyes, flaring with tiny arcs of lightning, shot back down the hall at Terry. "Siryn! Come quick!" She moved down the hall further, towards the two that remained. "Keller? Why aren't you on some yacht getting drunk? And..." She looked at Karma. "I thought you went out west?" She looked back to Terry then, remembering that glint of movement out of the corner of her eye. What if they were under attack? "Terry?! She called around the corner. Even as she brought down the club, Surge moved quick and the redhead missed by an inch as the older girl stepped into the corridor, then called out something unexpected. No! She had been too slow to act and now any offensive would be countered by other parties, no doubt. Sliding the club back up her sleeve, Chralla took a breath and followed the call from Noriko. “I’m here! Julian?” she asked, her sea coloured eyes wide with surprise as she saw the black haired boy. “What’s happening? Is that Karma?” The stench of Nightcrawler’s teleportation was hanging in the air and she coughed as the smell got into her sensitive throat. “Is she hurt?” stopping beside Julian, she gave him a look, then allowed her eyes to slide over to the downed woman, feigning a mix of incomprehension. Now had not been her time, but next time she was not going to fail…Best wait, wait for them to be further weakened and helpless. Then, she would strike. "No, no, I'm fine." Xi'an said, picking herself up off the floor and dusting herself off before looking first to Julian and then to the two arriving students. Terry and Surge, in full Uniform, Julian in civies. "What is going on?" She said, concern laced heavy in each word. "Bobby just tried to stab Julian and then... I think that was Kurt, that was Kurt, right?" "Where the hell did he take Bobby?" asked Surge to nobody in particular. "And where the hell is Logan?" She looked to them all, then back to Terry, sliding those goggles gifted to her over her eyes, a pulsing glow dim behind them. "They just came out of hiding, I'll bet." |
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| X-23 | Jun 17 2012, 09:43 PM Post #11 |
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Joint Post with Volt and X-23 This was not what Jonny had planned to do today. Well.. lets be honest, Jon hadn't really planned anything but whatever he was going to do, stopping an alien invasion wasn't it. But he was nothing if he wasn't flexible, so as the bossman ordered him and his cloney lil sis to go and alert the X-ers who had been stranded on this side of the Utopia shielding when it went down that X-Factor was, as far as they knew, uncompromised and still (relatively) human. Jon assumed that the reason Alex sent him and Laura was because there was a unique look to the cells of clones, a specific manufactured signature that was easily detected by the most conventional of means. It had been used to identify them before, so probably it would be used again. Whatever happened though, Jon was sure that even if they stepped through the great glass Wandavator into a next of green skins who had been posing as their friends, that he and his deadly little companion could make mincemeat out of them. Instructing the Wandavator to take them up into the Worthington Complex, Jon looked over at Laura and said, "Be ready in case we have to get the jump on them, but don't snikt until you see the yella in their eyes." Following Volt, Laura adjusted her belt and the fingerless gloves that she wore. While many would simply perceive the small acts as preparation, the clone did not need to perform the tasks; in truth, she was nervous and the feeling was rare and alien to her, quite uncomfortable. The feral clone was used to fighting and knowing her enemy. How did one fight aliens who had been hiding amongst them for months? Stepping into the Wandavator, Laura glanced up at her fellow clone as he offered her words of advice and she nodded her dark head. “Very well brother. Are you anticipating immediate resistance?” she asked, her normally neutral voice conveying the sense of confusion and nerves she felt deep within. But, she trusted in her fighting skills and in those of Volt as well. They would not fail. "I'm anticipating that they are going to be as unnerved as we are, and we don't know what we're walking into," Jonny said, "I don't know if you're going to be able to follow your nose on this one. I mean, that pruney bastard who looked like Tommy had everyone fooled for sometime, I guess, and he was hanging around telepaths, ferals and Scott-Security-Is-My-Middle-Name-Summers, so yeah, we can't really trust that anyone is who they say they are," he smiled, "Except me and you, because Go Team Clone." He offered his fist for a friendly bump, and then said, "Off we go into the wild pink yonder." Then he stepped into the swirling pink vortex. What Jonny said was very true. “If Logan was unable to tell by scent, then neither will I. But we must do what we can, mustn’t we brother?” the young feral asked and squeezed her hand into a fist, awkwardly bumping it against his. The former assassin had taught her the gesture a while ago, but it was still odd to X-23 who had been raised with a severe lack of physical contact that had not revolved around fighting. Passing through the vortex, the feral clone blinked and quickly felt the disorientation that came with suddenly being elsewhere. Dropping to a crouch, she clenched her fists tight as she looked around the corridor they were suddenly within. Clustered a few feet away were a number of X-men and the smell of sulphur hung in the air. “Is anyone hurt?” Laura barked, her tone returned to her normal clipped, emotionless way of speech. “Where are Nightcrawler and Wolverine?” the feral pressed, wanting to know where the main authority figures currently were, so that they might press on swiftly. Jon stepped through the vortex beside Laura and he called out to the clustered group, "What she means is 'take us to your leader' but I warned her that would be in bad taste given the cirumstances." He smiled and let his fingertips spark a little, "So, Li'l Xies, anything new and unusual happen today? Like half your people turning into weird lizard faces with chins that could make Jay Leno envious?" Sniffing the air, the feral clone almost gagged at the strong smell of brimstone that indeed indicated that Nightcrawler was near, but the blue furred man was currently nowhere in sight. As Jonny joined her, he cracked a characteristic joke and Laura stood up straight, flexing her fingers. “Be assured we are who we appear to be. You may examine our genetic makeup, if necessary.” Looking around, the feral glint returned to her eyes as she narrowed them. “Now, where is Logan.” |
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| Nightcrawler | Jun 17 2012, 11:00 PM Post #12 |
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Digits splayed out from his palm, the microscopic suction cups clinging to the ceiling as the devil crawled. A jaunt would draw too much attention, too much noise. Alarming the individual that was once assumed to be Bobby to his presence would take away the edge that Kurt might require to defeat him. Down the stairwell and into a hallway, the devil crept. Stealth and infiltration had always been one of his better points, the agility bred into him and honed in years of acrobatic feats made for every movement to have purpose. His tail did not even sway behind him, a slightly curved line of bone and muscle extending against the ceiling. Shadows that were welcomed his dark skin, presence fading as he crawled. But so well lit, the Worthington complex provided little darkness for that sort of thing, forcing the devil to rely on all the old, ninja-esque tactics. Dire times called for dire measures. Such things were usually left to Logan, but with the Wolverine on ice and the rest in ignorance, Kurt knew it fell to his hands. He leaned around a corner only just, a yellow eye narrowing down the hallway. Nearing the front of the complex, his pointed ears twitched as he heard the sounds of tapping knuckles against the door nearby. Kurt, with his eyes set on the back of "Bobby"'s head. Down behind the cryokinetic's back, a cold knife began to grow, moisture collecting at a razor's edge. The Skrull met the newcomer at the door, Julian appearing from memory, the intent in the assailant's posture all too obvious. Ignorance would have been Julian's downfall, were it not for Kurt's own knowledge. In the hallway behind them, Kurt dropped down from the ceiling. His body twisted, rolling from head to tail, the stress of the drop gliding along his spine and down into his feet. He leaped, another familiar unfamiliar body between Kurt and his target. This happy little reunion could have been cheerful, but blood was likely to be frozen again. Still too far from his own agile leap, a plume of smoke filled the spot and air imploded with a bamf, and for a fraction moment Kurt reappeared next to Xi'an, Bobby, and Hellion. Knife mid-fall, the fleeting demon and the ice-bending imposter disappeared, leaving behind Hellion and a falling Xi'an, and unbeknownst to Kurt, Surge, Siryn, and two X-Factorites. BAMF. Well memorized and innate spacial sensory brought them both into the living room, where the ice-knife would plant itself into the couch. The momentum of his jump would force them to roll into its back, sending the couch tipping and devil and snowman rolling. Always fleet of foot, Kurt's body flowed with the momentum, three-fingered hands planting themselves on either side of the momentarily prone doppelganger. A notion of gymnastic strength pushed Kurt up into a flip just two meters away. Landing in a crouch, Kurt's fur bristled, white fangs bared, tail whipping the air behind him. "Do not even begin to feign ignorance at me, Creature," Kurt said before the doppelganger could even speak. "I found Logan on the rooftop. Reveal yourself for what you truly are, fiend! I will not tolerate you tainting the image of the true Robert Drake any longer!" |
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| Bobby Drake | Jun 18 2012, 12:21 AM Post #13 |
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Smoke, brimstone, the colorful haze. One moment the Skrull was staring at Julian Keller’s back, the next he was rolling over a couch. ‘Bobby’ collected himself quickly and stood opposite of the Devil. Before he could even open his mouth, Kurt spouted off his words, telling him not to fake innocence. Telling him further that he found Logan and demanded him to reveal himself and the X-Man wouldn’t tolerant him tainting Robert Drake’s image. The Skrull laughed, in response. “Taint… my image? Kurt… I’m hurt. After all our time together. I thought we were friends.” His voice and tone was condescending. He raised his hand to the back of his neck, giving it a small scratch. A normal gesture of the real Bobby. He paused for a moment staring at the Devil before flickering a look at the ice knife he had planned to plunge into Keller’s back. He lowered his hand and sighed, “Fuck it… No way to talk myself out of this one.” He looked back at Kurt with yellow in his eyes. “I’m Yez’led. You know me know. I’ve been with you guys for quite a while now.” He moved, slowly, away from Kurt. “It came as quite a shock to Logan too, I’ll tell ya that. But then when you find out that someone you thought you knew has been a lie for almost a full year it does tend to shock.” He smirked at Kurt, his eyes returning to the normal color that the original Bobby’s was. “Wanna know how I took him? What am I saying? Of course you do.” He paused to look at Kurt’s reaction. “He was walking back home. To the mansion. He was visiting Hart in the hospital. Ya know after she took three bullets in that Purifier attack. Now… imagine… how he’d feel, if he gets free and finds out that not only has the school blown up, kids are dead, that him and his folks aren’t really on speaking terms anymore, but that his girlfriend, his love… is dead also.” When Yez’led spoke of Hart being dead his tone took a different speech. Remorseful and sad. Almost as if by comparison to everything, the only thing that really mattered was Hart’s death. He quickly shook it off and recomposed himself. “You’ll have to see him go through that heartbreak all over again. If you ever see him again that is.” His tone turned light and cruel at the same time. The Skrull reached his right hand across his chest to scratch behind his neck, yet another Robert Drake move. “I mean. With where we keep him… and with where you’re going… I guess what I’m really trying to say Kurt… Buddy… Fuzz Head-“ Yez’led took an old memory from when Robert Drake was a freshman, calling an old nickname he used, “See you in hell.” He swiped his hand from his neck flinging icy spikes across the room towards Kurt, aiming to hit the X-Men’s Devil in the chest. |
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| Karma | Jun 18 2012, 08:48 AM Post #14 |
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She rubbed at a rug-burned elbow as she looked between Julian and the assembled students... well, ex students, by the looks of the buckles at their belts. This was all too strange. Ships in the sky, the X-Men fighting one another. But then she recalled it, that message on the screen, warnings of infiltration and deception and the epiphany plunged through the haze of confusion and it became incredibly clear just how true all that posturing had been. "Mon dieu!" She sputtered. "Bobby must be..." She gave the three youngsters (Could she really call them that? Eh...) a serious glare. The duffle on the ground containing her uniform was forgotten in that instant. "Where is Logan? Where's Scot-" “Is anyone hurt?” She looked beyond them at the two now approaching from behind, a whirl of odd scarlet light closing to a pinprick behind them before vanishing from sight. Volt and X-23, more friends. But were they? Assurance was all well and good of course, but one of the most jovial and friendly of her cohorts had just tried to drive a knife through the back of an ally. Notions of trust were believably shaky in light of that one glaring fact. "Nothing but pride, I'm sure." She remarked, shaking her head free of Jonny's jokes, which would be well and truly welcomed in any other situation. "And we don't know. We're as cluesless as you two are. I only just got here a few minutes ago. We need to find them fast, Kurt might need our help." And just then, down the corridor, angry shouts erupted, and she knew just where to go. She took off down the hall at pace, heading towards the living area, following the burgeoning sounds of a battle blossoming into all-out brawl. Had Karma stayed at the school, had she let her education on the principles of telepathy, she could likely pinpoint where they were, where Logan was. But as it were she maintained much the same ability as she had when she'd left. While she'd mastered the art of puppeteering a long time ago, what little psychic ability she had was too short range to make any use of it today. "C'mon!" |
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| Hellion | Jun 18 2012, 12:49 PM Post #15 |
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Only silence met his calls as Julian peered about, wondering if he was already too late, that whoever was here had already long gone. Typical, you try to make amends only to find you're too late. Great. Just as the young Californian was about to turn back however a familiar voice called out. Peering over his shoulder, Julian shot his eyes over at his former room-mate, Bobby Drake. Keller couldn't help but let a small grin grow on his lips, "Bobby." Relief washed over his insecurity as the two hugged, the Hellion chuckling, "Alright that's enough touching, Drake, this shirt costs more than you've ever earned in a month and your getting frost all over it!" Drake motioned him to head along the corridor and Julian fell into step alongside the Iceman. "Yeah and to top it off now some B-Movie props have come to invade the planet." Julian shrugged still smirking, "There goes the economy again." As the two continued along, with Bobby leading the way the sudden quickness of how the two had fallen back into that old routine of ordinary room-mates surprised Julian. It was unexpected, though clearly appreciated; Keller had merely assumed it would be more awkward silences and glaring stares than jokes and hugs. Still he didn't mind being proven wrong as someone else called out for them. Everything then happened so quickly that it became a blur, he twisted his neck back, Keller thought he had seen something glint in the corner of his eye before with a puff of smoke, Bobby vanished in a cloud of mauve and Xi'an had fallen to the floor in his wake. In the haze of just those few seconds, Julian could've sworn he saw Bobby about to hit him, but that couldn't be right, it had to be a reflection off a mirror or a shadow or something. Confused, Julian peered down at Xia'n on the floor, "I don't know, I just got here." Frowning the telekinetic wrinkled his nose as the putrid waft of brimstone hit his senses, "Are you alright?" Quickly someone else yelped as Julian lifted his gaze to see another woman rushing over, an inward sigh escaping his lungs as the man's mood almost deflated. Nori... It could've been worse he supposed. Atleast he could manage a conversation with Nori without wanting to throw her off the top of the Empire State. Easy... Eyeing the female he shrugged nonchalantly, "Got word there was a party going on over Manhattan so thought I'd come get an invite." It wasn't like he was about to say he felt guilty for all the other times he hadn't been there to help out when needed, that'd be far too honest, and in front of Xi'an and Nori, he wouldn't have been so free with his feelings, let alone insecurities. As Nori called out for Terry, Julian lifted his gaze to the Irish woman as she arrived, clocking her with a wink until he glanced back to Xi'an whilst the she mentioned something about Bobby wanting to stab him. "Come again?" Keller blinked a few times as her words registered, her claim was far too fantastical to believe. Bobby would never want to hurt Julian, alright maybe a little but not stab him! He screwed his brow over his gaze in thought, the glint he saw in the corner of his eye in all that purple haze... It was a blade?! From a weird point of view it made sense to the arrogant Californian. Bobby had greeted him in as fast a way as possible that had taken Julian by surprise. Sure there was the end of the world hanging over their heads with the alien flying saucers and a little yellow-eyed woman on television, but even then that was all coincidental, right? Bobby was Bobby, he was dressed fresh out of Wallmart like always, was quick on the jokes and affable, typical of the Iceman Keller knew. Quiet words slipped into his ear as he thought about the yellow eyes on the television, her warning that they had begun to replace their heroes, their friends. What if that wasn't just talk, what if that was real and somehow Bobby was...alien-Bobby? This was crazy, too crazy. But what if... His mind snapped into focus, Julian had noticed that his former room-mate was cooler than normal, as if he'd been actively using his abilities, "Bobby was freezing to touch, and said that Logan had told him to go gear up. Where was Logan last seen?" Julian was so lost in his own confusion regarding Bobby that he hadn't noticed the arrival of the two newcomers until the female had spoken up. Lifting his gaze to look on the man and the women, he didn't recognise either, though given their attires they were likely something to do with X-Force. Peering from the man to the woman, Keller did that typical Keller take, his gaze going from top to toe and then back again. Is it me or does she remind me of someone? Talk of big chins and green skins nudged him from inspecting the small female. It was hard to get to grips with what exactly was happening, everything since greeting Bobby happened so fast that in the space of a few breaths an empty corridor was now being crowded by six people that looked fresh out out of cancelled MTV reality show. He scratched the back of his neck, a bit bewildered as the small female chimed up once more, "Examine your genetic make-up? What, no first date first?!" Another question about Logan began to annoy the Californian; that was what, the third or forth? He had lost track as he shrugged, "Did he say he was going somewhere? Y'know, when you last saw him?" Before an answer came however, away from where the gathering had collected shouts, screams and crashes could be heard, feint but definitely somewhere close by. He paused as he tried to listen, before Xi'an suddenly squealed a directive and took off. Julian instinctively gave chase, rushing for the sounds of the commotion. |
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