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| Turn Off All Your Fears; (Split from MacReady Complex) | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 8 2012, 02:49 AM (1,902 Views) | |
| Wolfsbane | Jun 19 2012, 04:31 AM Post #31 |
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The Broodling couldn't help but smile. It was a reaction that confused her for a moment, as facial expressions weren't exactly common to her kind. Physically impossible, to be correct. The way a Brood's mouth was set up, it was open, shut, and that was it. Eventually, she'd metamorphose fully and be rid of these clunky human features. She'd emerge into her full glory. Until then, she simply had to be pleased. The behemoth was doing his job so well. So well, that she was entirely forgotten about. She watched the male, the male who had been her host's mate, surge his transformation forward and grow wings, flying off after their queen with such beauty, such grace. It disturbed her, it did - because Brood were not supposed to have such feelings - but she still felt for the male. She still found him appealing. It was frustrating, confusing. Brood were not supposed to experience breeding inclinations, and here she was, desiring the male. This was wrong. Either way, she would not let his example go unfollowed. She focused, using her host's gifts for her own, and sped her metamorphosis up just enough, just within safe parameters, and with an audible yet satisfying crack, her carapace split open down the back and out pushed two glorious, shining wings. She gave them a shake, a flap, and then they buzzed to full life as she soared off after the queen. There was no learning curve. It was instinctual. It took little time at all to catch up to the male, the name of the host escaping her. But she smiled to him as they flew off together after their queen. *** Things were beginning to make sense now. She was victim to a psychic attack of some sort. Something that took her out of herself. But from whom? And to what end? Was she alone in this nightmare? Or were her friends suffering the same fate? She hoped not. She hoped they were safe. She could stomach being dropped into some sort of psychic coma if her friends were not harmed. She would just have to find her way back to her own body, was all. Of course, she did not grasp the truth. She couldn't. She was too well-buried, too well-hidden. The Broodling did not want her interfering. So it kept her buried, under illusion and confusion. It tried to keep her contented with feelings of maternal protection, but that failed. Rahne's innate sense of self was too strong. She hadn't gotten a response from the voice that was calling for her before. It likely couldn't penetrate deep enough into wherever she was. She could have sworn she felt Dani before, but... but she must have been mistaken. But her memories were returning to her, and returning quickly. She remembered so much now. There was very little that remained unclear. Her name. Her identity. Her friends, her family, her loved one. She was engaged to be married, and she would be damned if she let that promise go unfulfilled. The suffering poor Jack must have been going through... without her there. Without her by his side. And her students. What were they doing without her? How long had it been? It felt like weeks. Or maybe months. Years? She left the cave as a mewling puppy and was now a young adult. Strong and capable and determined. Surely that growth took years, yes? She trod through the dark, dead, twisted forest carefully. With each memory restored, the forest grew more complete, more true. But no less horrid and dead. And... alien. What trees were like this? Smelling of rotten almond and vomit... what creature made sounds like the ones around her? Where on Earth was the sky a hazy lavender? Who would trap her in such a twisted, horrific landscape? And then - something buzzed past her ear. She ducked down, taking cover behind a rock. No, not past her ear - overhead. But it was big. Bigger than any insect she'd ever known. And it was horrid looking. What was that? She'd never seen an animal quite like it... And yet... it seemed familiar... somehow. She watched it buzz off over the distance and made the decision. She would follow it. Track it. It was the first sign of life she'd seen since getting here. It may be her only hope. Or it may be her tormentor. She didn't know. But she knew she had to find out. |
![]() [size0]Say the dog and butterfly, in the air they like to fly. Dog and butterfly. She knew she had to try, and she float back down to the warm soft ground, laughing - she don't know why, but she had to try, she had to try. Dog and Buttefly. Avatar by Natalie, signature by Olga. My graphics set is complete again! Thank you so much! | |
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| Kevin Ford | Jun 19 2012, 08:28 AM Post #32 |
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(continuing from Macready Complex) The broodling rose from the debris, striking at those nearby to protect his Queen and her escape. He hissed with pain from the hit but it was not his will that mattered, his life. It was the assimilation of the others and the fate of the Brood that alone mattered. But the transformation of those chosen hadn't ceased. Kevin Zaan. A friend of the host. He was called with the rest of them, called to be one. It was a transformation of strength and power, changing to a being worthy of being a Brood. Though probably assisted by his mutation, those of the elite and chosen, the creature now assaulting the area was almost majestic had he not been so near to their glorious Queen. She called to them once more and the two others shifted, changed, continued their alterations and formed wings to fly as they were supposed to in order to follow their orders. He took off running to follow, concentrating only on her will and his desire to follow. He yelled and twitched, within a matter of minutes the plates on his back rose and similar type of wings broke free. A glare of ferocity back to the X-men and he rose into the air to escape with the others. They would know, they would fear. When the plans of their queen became final, unveiled, finished they all would understand. |
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| Freakshow | Jun 21 2012, 08:51 PM Post #33 |
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JP between Broodshow, Cyclops, and a little hero. The titan's vision was filled with scarlet, the blinding energies striking and pounding away at its front. Unyielding to the forces of pure concussive force, monstrous levels of strength pressed against the increasing power. The closer it neared the source, the more its tonnes of muscles strained against the grain. It did not care for its well being, enraged to no end to serve the purposes of its Queen, it had no thought, no worry, no consideration. All it had was its one goal to destroy the X-Men, destroy the temple, and then return to the Queen. It growled and snarled, lost to its berserker rage. Even the superheated plasma blast did not distract it, the scent of burning meat from the solar mutant's assault filled the monster's nostrils, the blast scorching side of the Brood's face and neck. It did not register pain, only the Queen's intent, and it pressed on. An astranged eye on the side of its towering carapace triggered a secondary brain along its body, manipulating one of its mighty limbs to react. The long, scythe like limb struck out at the air, its bladed curve aiming to strike through the sun-powered mutant hovering in the air. The rest of the Brood continued its path toward Cyclops, until a blur of motion and metal began to wrap around his legs with such haste the abomination could not register the act. Mid-step, chains had appeared around its legs, grown taut, and made the monster's rhythm of movement stall. It jerked, body struggling to go forward, but miraculously the chains held against its strength. It began to tilt forward and into the scarlet blasts, the monster gave another deafening cry as it precariously began to tilt forward. The monster faltered. The chance was there. Sunspot suddenly appeared over the behemoth, brave perhaps, but definitely misguided in his attempt to distract the monster in order to give his team leader an opportunity to escape. Cyclops, however, had no intention on fleeing, not with his people in danger, not with his home at risk. As his gambit with Spitfire's skills proved to be successful, this was the opening he took. "SUNSPOT!" he shouted over the noise and concentration of his beams, "Up high, behind him, back of the neck, full power now! Stay out of reach!" Then, the red beams flickered just for a second, as he twisted the dial on his visor, lenses slamming into place, with earcrashing impact, that only he could hear, his hearing attuned to the sounds of this technology that allowed him to live a normal existence, if standing in front of an enormous beast out of some mad alien god's imagination while firing concussion out of his face could ever be considered normal. The beams resculpted, refocused and Cyclops closed his eyes, to re-aim, his innate and mutant ability to understand the geometrics of space and distance calculating the angles and the ratios and the directions, all in a split second. Cyclops opened his eyes, and the beams, compact, tight, powerful, broke free from his skull and sliced the air into ribbons before them as they joined before his visor and crashed full strength into the leading knee of the creature that had been Kevin Zaan, intending on crippling it and adding to the loss of balance and momentum. Here these monsters were, stinking up his lawn, attacking his friends (the ones that tossed him crackers and chips and stuff after giving them the soulful little squirrel eyes), but worst of all, churning up his lawn. His lovely, giant lawn, full of hidden pinecones and acorns and all kinds of crunchy jungle goodies. They were fucking with his nuts. No one fucks with Monkey Joe’s nuts. “Chrrt chrt chrrt chrrttt!” the fuzzy little warrior howled. Little paws gripped the little lizard’s neck as they darted across the field with a speed and neurotic frenzy only tiny animals could get away with. The little squirrel jabbed a monster tribble in the eye with vindictive fervor, chittering his squirrely wrath as he leapt off his scaley mount and tackled his enemy. Monkey Joe hated tribbles, almost as much as chipmunks. They’d eaten almost all their food, danced rhythmlessly, but worst and most grievous of all, they stole Doreen’s attention. They wrestled, letting fly claws and bites and stingers, bodies rolling across the grass until a fissure made the earth suddenly jut upwards, sending both skyward and apart from each other. When Monkey Joe landed, his little body bounced once, twice, three times, sending the world into what felt like an eternal spin cycle. The little red squirrel got up on wobbly feet, teetering drunkenly. The sky grew overcast, the squirrel rising on his hind legs as he turned around and looked up. The Beast of A Thousand Mouths was upon him, falling too quick, too close. A tiny gasp froze in his tiny chest. My only regret… is not eating more nuts. At the commander's order, the wash of white-hot heat on the creature's skull would likely move to the back of the monster's as the breadth of the scarlet array focused. All that power became funneled into a more trained ray, changing almost instantaneously like the light of the Sun through a magnifying glass -- though, assuredly, without the heat. Over the earth, the concussive forces of the beam kicked up debris, and then it crashed into the leading knee. The pull of gravity gave a greater tug at the weight of the Brood behemoth. The titan bellowed, its voice carrying over the tree tops and over the temple, the earth trembling and bones quivering as it roared the thousand voices of the Brood. It tipped, the blast forcing the monster's knee out from under it, shifting its momentum forward. Provided that Sunspot had followed Cyclops' order, the heated blast pushed down at the creature's head and the dramatic shift force its tonnes of weight toward the ground. The roar of the earth sang up in protest, a small magnitude quake rippling out as the colossus was brought down to the ground. Its momentum kept it pushing forward, the chains around its legs snapping with metal shards zipping outwards. Some remained, entangling the beast's legs, its chin and mandibles digging into the ground as it slid forward. Dirt and stone piled up around its hideous face, the dull moan of its pain permeating beyond itself and into the hivemind. Something else went with it. A silent, defiant scream deep within. The cloud of dust and dirt was waved away by the wind, the fallen titan coming to the end of its slide right at the feet of the leader of the X-Men, its nostrils giving a sigh of the Brood host's yellow-green fog. A low, throbbing gurgle escaped its chambered throat, stunned by the shock of the collapse. Though perhaps, that was just for a moment. The thing fell, in a skidding slide, that tore the ground into dust, its momentum too great to be halted. Scott closed the visor to stop his beams, but he kept his hand to the control in his earcup, ready always ready. The slide of the beast and the spray of debris filled wind approached, but Cyclops did not move, did not flinch, his eyes shielded from the grit in the air by the visor, an unsuspected benefit with this all first began, but one that Scott had long learned to take advantage of. He watched. He waited, and as the thing came to a halt less than a foot away, at last he moved, to crouch beside the hideously changed face of the monster. "Mr. Zaan," he said, in a steady voice, "Let me know you're there." If the young Genoshan was unable or unwilling to respond, Cyclops would know that this take down would not be enough. For a moment, there was no response, nothing but the heavy wheeze of the monster's breath. But the words of the man who dared to stand against a titan triggered a reaction from the fallen creature. An eye snapped open, glaring over its spike-ridden face, a large pupil tightening to a slit. The monster's jaws fell open as it gave a primal roar, mandibles twitching apart. Five tongues like toothed tentacles began to creep out among the rows of crooked, gnarled teeth. They reached into the air around the X-Man, ready to curl around him and draw him into the abyssal stomachs. But the roar began to grow in pitch, rising to a scream. The tongues began to writhe, curling inwards without perch. The titan began to writhe, its very skin crawling. Muscles tensed and twitched with seizure, claws dug into the ground. It began to shake, acidic bile purging from between its teeth with a crackling sizzle, like oil on a hot pan. Thick scales rustled where they should not rustle, horns swayed on their boney roots, and the monster's features began to become sunken. The creature's voice died, becoming something pathetic and raspy, barely able to swallow air. What plagued the monster was unknown but the creature's massive body began to wither from the inside out. A yellow-green fog began to flicker around the monster. Those tongues withered and fell to dust, the muscles of its jaws seeming to decay into a faint, grey dust. It withered away, muscles and scales, all the nutritional value of the creature falling apart. Skin peeled back over ribs, sunken between its cracks. The anatomy of the monster became more apparent as the muscle disappeared, devoured away in an attempt to survive. Features of starvation sunk around the creature's eyes, which soon were gnawed away into black holes. Inside, twisted organs disappeared. Within minutes, the thousands of tons of the Broodborn Colossus had been reduced to a mere skeleton that slumped over the ground where it had once been alive. Not a single cell was left living in the Brood. Between two ribs, the Genoshan crawled out over the mound of earth piled up from where the titan had pushed it apart. Traces of the fog receded around Kevin Zaan as he stumbled to his knees, limbs trembling to hold him up as the orange light faded from his eyes. Scott caught the young man as he fell, and he called out to Spitfire, not looking for her, knowing that she would still be near and still be ready, "Get McCoy!" he ordered, not moving the young man who had so graphically and so horrifyingly be transformed to and from. "Stay with me, Mr. Zaan," he urged the injured and exhausted mutant, "We're going to help you. I promise. We're going to help." The Genoshan struggled to look up at the X-Man, lungs struggling to pull in air. Part of his face had been blistered red from the burning assault, the other part bruised by the concussive river he had ran through. Kevin breathed heavily and decided to give in to the weakness. Rolling onto his back, the he looked past Cyclops with one eye, the other swollen shut, and up through the bones of the titanic skeleton that now lay on Utopia's lawn, rays of the sun piercing through malformed limbs. "Yeah..." Kevin surveyed the bones from head to tail. He remembered the voices of millions, the strange peace he felt. There was assurance there that plagued his mind still, like all his dreams were going to be fulfilled. Genosha would have been free if he had allowed it... But he would not be dominated by someone else. Not if it meant sacrificing who he was. 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| Sunspot | Jun 22 2012, 04:55 AM Post #34 |
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Roberto couldn't believe it. He had put a good amount of energy behind the blast that he had fired at Freakshow, yet it seemed to have almost no effect on him. Despite being hit by both Cyclops and his own blasts the brood controlled Freakshow still managed to make his way towards Cyclops. Roberto had no idea what to do, however when he saw Spitfire making her way around Freakshow's legs moving so fast that she was nothing more then a whitish blur with what appeared to be a chain. Roberto smirked. :Anyone who say's Starwars teaches you nothing, can shove it.: Roberto thought to himself having guessed what they were planning. What happened next almost took the solar powered mutant's life. Freakshow having seemingly grown irritated of Sunspot's plasma blast swiped at Sunspot with one of his gigantic claws. Roberto reacted on instinct, calling upon the many years in training he had in both aerial maneuvers and aerial combat courtesy of Ororo, and Warren. He quickly barrel rolled to the left, before angling downward just barely avoiding Freakshow's attack. Despite being distracted by not one, but two energy blasts the creature Freakshow had become still was able to attack with an surprising amount of speed, and accuracy. Roberto was almost positive that had the Brood/Freakshow mix had not been hindered by Cyclops and his own respective energy attacks he would have easily been able to slice him in two before he could even react. Next Cyclops yelled an order at him ordering him to make his way behind Freakshow, and give him everything he had...full power. "Got it!" Roberto called back before flying upward at top speed Roberto quickly positioned himself behind the already stumbling Freakshow the chain maneuver Spitfire set up having obviously done it's job. Roberto didn't know what was clawing at Freakshow, but something really seemed to be irritating him, and whatever it was it was small. Of course Roberto would find out later that it was none other then Doreen's pet squirrel Monkey Joe that had helped them take down the monstrous Brood/Freakshow combo. Taking advantage of Freakshow's distraction Roberto used those precious seconds to channel all of his remaining energy supply into one massive solar powered plasma blast leaving only enough energy for him to land on the ground safely...hopefully. His blast rang true hitting Freakshow in the back of the head at almost the exact same time Cyclops had fired into his knee. The combined effort of both of the energy blasts along with the chain that was wrapped around Freakshow's legs was just enough to bring the behemoth down. Once Freakshow was down, Roberto floated towards the ground running out of energy and returning to his regular human form when he was about three feet from the ground causing him to land with an omph. It seemed that all the rest of the attackers had retreated making Roberto frown. Among the escaped attackers were several of his friends Rahne among them who had been victims of the Brood's weird method of brainwashing. He didn't know exactly what they had done, but he knew enough from what he had seen to know that it wasn't good. His friends and allies had been turned into monsters...and not only that but they had been turned into the enemy. Roberto had no idea how they were going to get their friends back...hell he had no idea what they were going to do at all. He was at a complete loss. As he made his way over to Cyclops Roberto noticed that whatever Freakshow had been turned into the process was reversing itself he was turning back to normal. :At least there's some sort of silver lining: Roberto thought to himself as he arrived to where Cyclops, and the collapsed Freakshow were. Upon arriving Roberto heard Freakshow's comment about how it wasn't him who needed help, but them. "You can say that again. You're one tough cookie." Roberto said breathing heavily. His body was already absorbing more solar energy to replenish what he had used, but it would be another fifteen or twenty minutes before he could even think about powering up again. "You alright chief?" Roberto asked Cyclops he hadn't seen him get hit or anything, but with all that had been going on one really couldn't be sure. Roberto luckily hadn't been seriously injured himself. He had a few scrapes and bruises, but nothing a few stitches, band-aids, and disinfectant couldn't take care of. "Of course this goes without saying, but I think we are in some deep shit Cyke." Roberto said breathing heavily quite exhausted after exerting himself during that little ordeal. ""What's our situation?" Roberto asked wondering if Cyclop's knew a little bit more then he did as far as the status of their base, and personnel were concerned. The attack had happened so suddenly that Roberto really had no idea how much damage had been done, or how badly people were injured...or how many people were injured for that matter. "I saw Synch take a pretty bad hit one of those things knocked him off the temple and into the woods somewhere I didn't see where he landed." Roberto said grimly they had been hit here even harder then the Purifier attack back in New York...it seemed like they weren't safe no matter where they went. |
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| Lockheed | Jun 25 2012, 11:43 PM Post #35 |
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Lockheed and Derek JP Lockheed tossed and struggled against the monstrosity that had him by the nape of his neck. It was obviously something that was still small, as it didn't immediately bear him to the ground below. It had his neck in its jaw and those malformed claws that were shifting from one species to another had Lockheed's flexors majorus, something scientific he had learned from one of the infirmary staff that simply meant his wing muscles, clamped tightly in its grip. The thing kept them both aloft using its own wings, and something pressed on his mind. ::Die! Die you abomination!:: That wasn't exactly how most of the screams were coming from the other Broodlings, most of them already turned in their mind before their body changes, but he was no less worried, because as a Brood or a Flock, the other dragons still wanted him dead. ::RAHNE! Anyone!:: he yelped as they turned to a dive for the ground and landed, he felt the beast growing in size as it clawed at his back, seemingly ignoring Lockheed's struggling. Okay... okay... good. Hoof it! With the kids finally listening and Lucy called off, Bruiser dashed back toward the main group of kids to get them in the shelter. As he ran, he kept glancing about for more stragglers. He'd had enough. Next kid to give him lip or not listen to him wasn't getting the "nice" treatment. For the most part, the bulk of the swarm was retreating, too, save for the Kevlossus on his heels. And that one was enough at his size. He left Boss and the Acolyte (and couldn't believe he was doing it) to deal with the transformed Kevin. They all had their parts to play, and in this situation, Derek knew he was better suited to evac and rescue. More of the students were fleeing from the side entrances, escorted by more faculty and X-Men. As his group joined them, he turned back to do one more check. There was always a chance someone got stuck or needed dragging. Some familiar shrieking told him that Lockheed was near and from the sound of it, he wasn't happy. And as he caught sight of the dragon fight he started running even faster. The buggy one was starting to get bigger and it wouldn't take long for that thing to be too much for his purple buddy. He lined up for the perfect soccer shot and punted the buggy one a good five feet, shouting back at Locky as he moved between it and him, crouching into a grappling position. He didn't know where the savior had come from, but one second he was being clawed into, and the next he was being set free via someone's sneaker connecting to his broodling attacker. "You okay, pal? One chirp for yes, two chirps for no!" "How about three chirps for kiss my... You know what, yeah, I'm fine." he said, slowly regaining his footing and twisting his neck to see how much damage he had taken. There wasn't much damage, the gloss of his scales having been scratched up, and a few trickles of blood from where claws had slipped between scales, and there was a throbbing from the release of pressure to his neck, but for the most part, he was still functional. "Ok so what is the plan? Do we have any orders to deal with the Real Colossus? Because I gotta say, Kevin completely qualifies for the name now.... Molly! I saw Molly fall off the temple! Is she ok?" he finished, leaning up to hover at eye level to Derek. Derek gave him another mischievous grin. "Heh." But then, he dropped right back into his "Game Face". Molly... that kid... He liked her, but he also knew how enthusiastic she was. It was something he recognized from the time his ability first manifested. It was a feeling of invincibility that made him do reckless and stupid things just because he could. If she was at least half as invulnerable as he was, then she could survive a fall like that easily. But that wasn't the point. She was still a student, and even if Princess Powerful came out unfazed, she was still a student, which meant he had to make sure she was okay. He glanced at the temple, then his dragon buddy. "We're evacuating the temple!" He shouted over the roar or plasma and optic blasts. "The kids come first! We gotta make sure we get everyone out in case-" His shouts were drowned out by the collaborative efforts of Cyclops, Sunspot, and Spitfire dealing with the Colossus bearing down on their base... their home. It pissed him off. This was supposed to be a safe place for them after their battle with the Purifiers, but now. The colossus finally broke, and he could see his team-mates moving in, but he still had a job to do. Even with the flurry of broodlings dispersing, he still had to make sure that there wasn't anybody who had gotten caught in the crossfire and injured. His eyes hardened a bit as he felt a slight tingle across his brow. It felt like the beginnings of a headache. "We gotta look around." He nodded. "It looks like things are calming down, but we gotta make sure we didn't miss anybody." "Got it!" Lockheed replied as he took wing and turned to zip along looking for stragglers. He dashed back to the temple entrance, pausing a bit to turn to his airborne friend as he realized something else. "And Locky..." he added before he came to a complete stop. "I need you to tell me everything you can about what you felt before Rahne became a bug... This is beyond serious." Lockheed stared at his friend and gave a sort of shrug as he resumed flying, keeping pace with Derek. "Well, like I've been trying to say for a while now, the connection between me and her has been dwindling more and more lately and this morning she simply closed me out like she was shutting a door..." [Exit] |
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