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| Topic Started: Jun 17 2012, 05:24 AM (677 Views) | |
| Doctor Nemesis | Jun 17 2012, 05:24 AM Post #1 |
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Several hours following It's Not Adversity That Kills Escaping with as many people as they did had been a victory in and of itself, but when they'd found out that Warpath had set aside a system of never used caves and tunnels for his own use, things looked even better. It provided them a large amount of space, even if it wasn't the Hilton. He'd spent the first few hours after their escape gathering materials he could fashion into makeshift triage cots and flora he could make crude, but effective medications with. That all natural healing stuff was usually bullshit, but with him working a mortar and pestle...forget about it. The truly hurt and injured took priority and were resting, while the able bodies and ones who were hurt but not overly so were put to work. This was a Triage center and rendezvous point, not a spa. Almost as important as his patients, was the allocation of duties to the people who could perform them. So to that end he'd gathered the seven mutants in his group and doled out orders. He was the most experienced with things of this nature, and he liked telling people what to do...perfect combination in his mind. "Listen up, people. During the time we've been here, I've used my abilities to "scan" you. See what powers you have, your medical well being and the like. Normally I'd ask permission first, but these aren't normal circumstances and frankly I can't be bothered to give a damn about privacy with so much at stake. Anyway; based on what I've found, I've decided to divide your talents and give you jobs you'd be best suited for. Strange;" he turned to the astral entity that he'd been briefed on keeping in existence by Warpath and he assumed he was now tasked with. "If you can work any more of your wonky voodoo mysticism and sleight of hand, now is the time to do so. In whatever way you can help. Just be sure not to tax yourself to the point of dispersion... Because I for one am no fan of being ectoplasmed by a middle aged man spirit in his death throes." He looks horrible; James thought in his mind as he looked over the blue, glowing and nearly intangible figure. "You look like you should have been standing next to Obi-Wan at the end of a Return of the Jedi. Which is to say you look like shit." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he looked around and put a hand to his hat. "Who said that?!" He was thinking those exact words, and he heard them as they were spoken, but it couldn't have been him? As much of an insufferable ass as he was, he never took things that far. That had been weird, but he moved on. He turned to Alix, the enigmatic mute and from their heart felt reunion, the significant other to Jamie Madrox Prime or Dupe or whatever the hell that one was. Ms. Smith, was it? If you could be so kind; you're very pretty by the way." What was that compliment for?! "I'd like you to keep your mind on watch for any Skrull who gets past our perimeter, and telepathically link with our scout and lookouts. If someone finds their way to us, I want to know about it. And if you'd be so kind as to dole out some psychic anesthesia to anyone who needs it. I don't have enough supplies to see to everyone. If you need anything, speak up. No wait, you can't talk...just talk to my brain." There it was again; words he hadn't wanted coming out of his mouth were spoken in a voice that sounded exactly like his. He turned from her and walked over to Tommy. "I wish we'd gotten the reality warping twin, but since we're stuck with you...use that permanent sugar high all you speedsters seem to possess and keep a watch around the perimeter. Report in to the stationary sentries when you can." Leaving him, he walked to the only resident X-Man(faculty), and the weird, floating green lady he was pretty sure was a Morlock. "Krane; you're the only one with clear offensive capabilities. You see anything her color; he jabbed a finger at Scatterbrain. "With a worse attitude than mine and a crinkly chin; blow it up. No questions asked. If you don't, I'll have Strange cast a spell of impotence on you. I'd do it myself but my guns are back on Earth." He looked at Scatterbrain and his own cranium hurt; she just looked....not all there. "You...you're very creepy, you know that right? But your powers are useful. So along with Martin, you'll guard the perimeter established earlier. You sense anything alien; anything at all. Let us know, and if they get too close. Fry their brains." The walking disease factory was the last one, and she got the same assignment. "Plague; you're with Scatterbrain and Martin. Guard the perimeter; let us know if there's trouble, and you take down anything that gets too close. There's a few weapons lying around, so take one if you think you may need it." He stood before them all and clasped his hands behind his back. "Are there any questions before I send you out to do your jobs and some of you to your inevitable dooms?" Something was wrong he came to realize very suddenly. He thought these things, and said some of them, but never to this extent. What was different now? He pulled his hat off and scratched his head...and there was something on it. His hands began to touch and prod at whatever was latched onto his skull, and he felt it suction his brain. This was not good, but at least he'd figured out the problem. "Get it...off!!!!" He began yanking and pulling and thrashing, trying to get the creature off of his head, but to no avail. Finally he stopped and composed himself. "Seems I've got a problem of my own to deal with; so ask your questions if you have them, and then get to work. I need to find something sharp and pointy." |
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| Doctor Strange | Jun 17 2012, 10:34 AM Post #2 |
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Master of the Mystic Arts
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Filled with the renewed vigor that had been granted to him by the faith of the X-Man Warpath and the blessing of his Goddess, Stephen Strange found that, in the wake of the escape from Skrull imprisonment, his prowess in the occult was far less important than his former medical skills. Of course, even as he expended some of his strength to take a solid form, there was no changing that his hands were not capable of performing the delicate duties of repairing the body. Luckily, Nemesis was skilled enough to handle the worst of the injuries, so there was little for him to do that he could not. There was more to be done though until it was determined how they would find their way home, and Nemesis had conferred with others before deciding on a dangerous course of action that he had begun to lay out for the chosen few before something bizarre had begun happening. As Nemesis removed his hat, all could see something terribly alien had been subjected upon the long lived mutant, who responded as anyone might. Panic and violence. "Hold still, Bradley!" Strange scolded, refusing to call the man Nemesis, while telling himself that being named Strange was entirely different because it was his given name. "I may not be able to perform brain surgery, but I certain can remove the Skrull version of a tick, if you'll simply..." But as he reached for the creature, curiosity overtook him, and he whispered an incantation. Ningauble of the Seven Eyes and Sheelba of the eyeless face -- let Agamotto's orb now rise revealing truth, by Oshtur's grace! A golden orb of light floated from the top of Nemesis's head... well, more accurately from the body of the creature adorning it like a soap bubble. Strange reached up and popped it, and the golden glow flashed across his eyes, new knowledge filling his mind, odd and primitive thoughts for what great intelligence did the creature have, but Strange suddenly understood it all. For a moment, he was so immersed in memories that were not his own, that he remembered only the beauty of the ocean, the terror of the net, the loneliness of the tanks, the pain of the knives, the emptiness of slavery, and then the elation of connection, the pureness of bonding, and Strange looked at Nemesis for a moment wondering how the lifeline had been severed. Then, he snapped back into his own self and said, "This is a natural creature, something that the Skrulls experimented with. It telepathically and chemically bonds to a host, and is used to extract information from them, forcing them to speak thoughts unbidden. It was captured from the ocean and subjected to its own torture, a slave of the Skrull, until it was introduced to its host." Strange reached out to gently stroke one of the many arms that trailed down Nemesis's head, and said, "His name is Pah'triq." |
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| Plague | Jun 17 2012, 07:29 PM Post #3 |
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Kids. She was surrounded by kids and the wounded, save for Dr Death and Dr Strange. Plague barely knew them by face, let alone name. She supposed that was the risk of running in the Underworld; removal from the other factions. These mutants probably were, if not friendly, at least familiar with one another. Most of them were X-Things: A teacher, a student, a Corp(se), and a Hunter. Fan-fucking-tastic. Which left her solo, fellow Morlock. There was small comfort in having Scatterbrain, considering her mental state. But they were family, regardless of their social circles never quite blending together. And then the mute one, Alix. Plague was iffy with her, despite her time in the Tunnels. She allowed herself to fret over Callisto and Roadkill to the count of ten and no more. Her focus needed to be here, with these former captives. Mutants over humans, she'd said it time and time again. And mutants most definitely over asshole Skrulls. She didn't need to know the others to have a desire to protect them. They'd suffered through this together...that had to count for something. The grey woman accepted her orders without question (not necessarily without mental complaint) and was ready to set about her task before Nemesis revealed his parasitic, freeloading pal. Plague stepped forwards after Strange’s assessment, holding up one hand, palm to the ceiling. “You want me to give it a go? See if I can’t remove it by my own means?” |
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| Scatterbrain | Jun 17 2012, 08:38 PM Post #4 |
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Synaptic Misfiring/Empathic Feeding
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She was probably, as usual, the only one smiling. There was enough emotional energy swirling around to keep her fully charged, to the point where she was shimmering in the air, even her hair had started to defy gravity at that point, floating about as if she were underwater as she watched the man, what was his name again? Oh yeah! Dr. Nemesis! Such a funny man! She smiled at him as he gave out the orders with pure, firm, and unbridled honesty. Such a curious man, too! She didn't know what it was, but she could feel it. Mingling emotions of someone else projecting themselves along with what she was sensing from the doctor as he laid down his orders, at times, glancing over her shoulder and smiling at the very curious form of Dr. Strange. He was a real to her as any other person in this room and at the moment, was also her "main battery". A sensation she had never felt before. Things that would have to wait for now, if she even ended up remembering to ask about them at all later. For now, she was happy to be out of that cell, free and feeling like herself again... The Doctor snapped at them, then. Pointing to the young man at her side, then to her. She smiled and gave a salute, remembering that she had to focus. There was nothing more to be gained from the emotions of those around her, and her time dealing with Callisto, or was it Callisto? Well, no matter, the new Callisto didn't have nearly the amount of slime content as the last one, and that made her a far better choice. But... speaking of slime... "You sense anything alien; anything at all. Let us know, and if they get too close. Fry their brains." It was an order. And with it, her right arm raised from behind her back and pointed straight at the doctor's head. "Right there... alien." She doubted anyone heard her over the clamor of the man suddenly grasping at his skull before the "ghost man", as she called him in her mind stepped forward and exposed the foreign creature. She simply floated back to Plague, the only person in this group that she truly and genuinely knew as the same person she had come to know and love in her time with the Morlocks and not an impostor. She brought her extended hand back to cover her mouth as she giggled. It all made so much more sense with that little thing visible. The doctor wasn't like the girl she'd met in the sewers. The girl with the doll eyes that was now tending to the injured. Alix... the name came to her only vaguely. It wasn't "Channelled emotions", it was actually two beings she was sensing. She glanced at Mallie, then. "Just like that, right?" |
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| Martin O'Connell | Jun 18 2012, 11:48 AM Post #5 |
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Crystalline Skeletal Structure/ Explosive Crystal Projectiles
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It was tiring to recollect, but Martin Krane forced himself to do so, to remember why he was walking on bleeding feet. The Skrull, as he had heard them be called as the group walked hurriedly through unfamiliar corridors, had taken him captive during a supply run shortly after his argument with Sunspot. Pent up rage had wilted away as time crawled forward. The cage they put him in, gray clothing that barely earned it's name, the darkness, everything Martin endured was slowly erased by the endless, timeless hours. There was no way of telling how much time had passed, or how many green, dagger eared aliens had dragged his limp body to their next experiment. Transition from the motionless dark to the blinding light had been hard on Martin's eyes. Most memories played through his head in a squinted view. The cold feel of a metal on his back, pads that held his wrists down without straps, and the yellow eyes starting down. Fear was the normal feeling, fear was the only human thing he had left on this alien world. At first, pride took a stand. Pursed lips held in screams as they cut down his forearms, his muscles tearing apart to reveal the shining blue crystal bone below. The pain was unbearable, but something kept him awake. The prick of a long, silver needle injected into his arm forced him to stay awake and forced his mutation to go on overload, consistently replenishing his quills so the green aliens could pluck them from his skeletal structure. When the mind gave the order, it was different, these were being forced from his body, away from their natural exit. Three or four fingers at a time buried into each arm, cracking and splintering his crystal bone to harvest what they could. What did they want it for? Krane assumed he'd never find out. Before long, sleep had become the only escape. Martin dreamed, dreamed of the school, his friends, his mentors, his brother and mother, but this luxury only lasted seconds before green skinned, yellow eyed Skrull slithered their way into the depths of his subconscious and brought their blinding overhead light. After every procedure, their advanced technology would put a patient back together, and in Martin's case, his arms would be healed. The worst pain was the chest, and when the Skrull broke the lowest rib in his rib cage and pulled it out, the pain was immense, but within seconds, they injected him with a drug that made the surroundings move like waves in the water. It was as if he floated on a water consisting of the world he once knew, Martin's body the only thing he could feel. Blue crystal stretched and multiplied in the area of the missing rib, slowly forming a new bone, but he could feel it, hear it growing, like his mind was telling the bone what to do, and the body perceived the order without hesitation. He was in control, and just like that, it was over. Small machines burst out with rays that scanned the Almost X-Man's body, and just as quick as before, he was healed, Martin's body back to the way it was when he entered the room. Months on end, this process repeated, until now, when a group of wayward escapees freed the rest of the prisoners and launched a full scale uprising. It was Planet of the Apes, and Martin was glad to be a big monkey. When the group finally reached their clearing and the over-bearing doctor started to bark orders, Martin knew it was time to listen and simply do as he said, no matter how much it boiled the blood inside him. With a nod, Martin looked to the other two he was assigned to guard with, one floating and very giggly, and the other, not so much. Before the young mutant could open his mouth to get acquainted, Nemesis revealed that something was attached to him and some went to investigate. Martin took a deep breath as the tiredness leeched through his body. It felt like he hadn't walked in years, or even used his powers. Closing his eyes, a quill slowly crawled from the hole on his forearm, filling the space and becoming a dagger-like weapon. Reaching up, his fingers grasped around it and pulled it from the hole easily, his body in unison and under his control again. Tossing it up and watching as it flipped in the air, Martin turned and looked to the group he'd be defending. An odd lot, but orders were orders. He'd only wished the X-Men were here to help him, to at least guide him. Slipping the quill into the waist band of his pants, Martin continued to ready himself and went to see where help was needed. |
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| Alix | Jun 19 2012, 04:30 PM Post #6 |
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Through the speech, she only half paid attention to what Dr Nemesis was saying and only just a bit more when he'd addressed her. It was, of course, the same thing she always did. Be the radio, help make the pain for others just a little less. She'd always been good at doing those things-- but right now? Her mind was a torrent of returning comforts and norms, the white noise that was constant before imprisonment back; but taking adjusting to. Sure, the silence had been insufferable and almost maddening. But the return of her abilities? It took adjusting to. Still, her eyes focused onto Dr. Nemesis with curious but clear understanding. She could do it-- it'd just not be as easy as it was before. ::I will:: Her voice held a slight distance to it, inflecting and fluxing with the strength of the background noise that was in her mind. ::But the Skrulls.. I can't read them. But I can relay information... and do psychic anesthesia.:: She added as an afterthought of consideration. Still, she just wasn't all there. The prison had done it's toll on everyone-- that much was sure. But there was more than just being powerless and tested that had weighed on the back of her mind. The look the dupe had given her-- while seemingly to others had appeared to be heartfelt reunion-- had held so much betrayal and coldness that even in the moment, she didn't quite want to think about those things or dwell on them. She didn't even honestly know which team Jamie was on yet without her reach being quite back up to par. Even if she'd been able to, there would've been no explaining things, no understanding what was what. Around her, conversations happened, people made acquaintances and prepared themselves. Alix? She kept silent, her focus put completely onto working her way into the minds of scouts and sentries. Throughout, she forced her mind to focus as best she could manage onto the topic at hand. They trusted her to do this and while, frankly, she wasn't sure why they should even trust her to do anything-- she did it. Because following orders was, at the end of the day, the only thing she had known how to do. |
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| Doctor Nemesis | Jun 26 2012, 04:37 PM Post #7 |
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"Hold still, Bradley!" Wild, icy blue eyes regarding Astral Strange calmed for a few seconds before James hands shot up to his head and grabbed at the creature once more, trying yet again in vain to remove it. "Get it...off!!!!!! Whywon'titcomeoffIkeeppullingandit'sstuck!!!!" He exhausted himself and felt the budding twinges of pain as he let his arms fall to his side; did that mean what he thought it meant?! He'd exhausted his options at the moment, so Strange was his only hope of the knowledge and understanding he craved. He stiffened and expected some type of shock or invasive magical-y...tendril of Hentaisius to slither into his ear...but Strange just reached for it at first. Then he began mumbling something that James only half caught. "This is not the time for nonsensical nursery rhymes; magical or otherwise. I need this thing off of my head." He felt a hint of sadness and rejection from himself, but from somewhere else as well. "Oh no." His eyes slowly traveled up and looked at the gentle, glowing sphere bobbing up and down slightly over the thing attached to him; then Strange popped it and went into some mystical, peyote induced trance. Just as suddenly as he'd fallen into it, Strange broke his trance and continued speaking without missing a beat. James nodded his head dumbly as he explained just what it was that ailed him. Just lovely. "So this...this Pah'triq is a hrrrnngdon'ttouchitmakesmefeeltinglyinside!" Everything the creature felt, he did as well and he didn't like being petted. Continuing on with his train of though, he cleared his throat and kept speaking. "A naturally occurring wildlife that's been genetically modified to act as the ultimate truth serum? And is not only psychically, but chemically and seemingly empathically bonded to it's host...being me in this case. At least it's not going to make make me go headsplodo." Headsplodo? He didn't want anyone to know he used that word, dammit. Plague's offer of assistance got a pfft from him as he took two over exaggerated steps backward and away from her. "Let's put a pin in that, why don't we? I don't want to risk death after only 105 years alive." His initial, secondary, and admittedly psuedo-third freakout were behind him and now he was about business once again. He turned to Alix and slightly inclined his head in thanks; she wasn't in the best condition, but she was one of their best chances at making the early warning system he envisioned working. "Thank you; you're the connection between our senses"; he gestured to the sentries and scouts before pointing back to himself and Strange. "And our brain." He nodded once again when she said she couldn't read the Skrulls; most disappointing, but griping about it, while making him feel better, wouldn't help the situation. "Alright folks, it's up to us to keep this place scale free and make sure it's not a complete FUBAR when the others return; let's get to it." He watched them file off to their individual duties, with Speed zipping off in the way those impatient and impetuous speedsters often employed. He sighed and face found palm. |
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| Doctor Strange | Jun 27 2012, 09:39 AM Post #8 |
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As the others clustered around and offered their opinions or their meddling depending on one's point of view, most but not all centered around the pink starfish clamped on his head, Dr Strange withdrew, looking about him at the gathered assemblage, his legs folded in lotus position as he hovered several feet above the ground, red cape billowing behind him. Though he had not been in his ceremonial garb at the time he became trapped in this astral form, it was indeed the shape he had chosen in this empty place. How very interesting this creature on Bradley's head was, and he had observed the other man's reaction to the physical stimuli applied to this Pah'triq. The part of Stephen Strange that was still a doctor who studied the brain and all its magnificent intricacies wondered exactly what damage was being done to Bradley's nervous system. The part of him that was the sorcerer supreme of this world found this to be peculiar in that fascinating way that made him want to find a rhyme that would reveal everything to him. Headsplodo however gave him pause. "Curiouser and curiouser," he said, years of practice in stoicism allowing his bewildernent to fall b y the wayside. Strange would never be able to have a normal life, not again, not ever, but looking around him he was somewhat pleased with what his life had become. He would never live the humdrum and that was a good thing. "I would not keep that thing around you for too long, Bradley," Strange warned, "You don't know what the side effects are. I could help you figure this out if you like, try and use some sort of small shock to free it." But it became quickly apparent that Nemesis did not want to give up his little brain sucking buddy. "All right, Bradley, so as long as you can pull yourself from the brink if your thoughts begin to stray. Are we ready to move out now?" The group began to make their move, the speedster whose double had been responsiblie shooting off and they all fell into line, "Have you noticed, Bradley, that there is an inordinate amount of the caped community that have been snatched up by these skrulls? And yet, not the ones that you would expect to have been taken. Captain America, Cyclops... even Magneto, perhaps. You'd think that you all would be selected for some grand purpose.... instead it seems a rather random group." |
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| Plague | Jun 27 2012, 09:47 PM Post #9 |
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Pathogenic Control
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Plague clucked her tongue at the Doctor's not so subtle reaction and rolled her eyes. "Right, because I don't have better things to do than douse you with a fucking disease when a.) I'm surrounded by X-Freaks and b.) we just escaped together. But no, it's cool, I get it. I might 'accidentally' slip and miss E.T., hitting you instead." She shook her head as she turned away from the fretful mutant and tugged on Scatterbrain's foot. "Come on, Bell, we have work to do." She caught Martin's gaze and just jerked her head towards the exit to indicate he could follow, though it made no difference to her. Malladie made sure to grab one of the aforementioned weapons, in the event proximity was an issue. So much for the only two other adults. Clearly one was off kilter and now unreliable, considering his new found fondness for his leech buddy, and the other...she had always been skeptical of the one known as Strange. Still, he received major kudos for breaking them all out. That definitely counted for something in her book. Once the trio was far enough away from the others, Plague addressed Krane, trying to get to know him better. If they were stuck together, might as well, right? "So. Martin. Mind elaborating on your ability for me?" |
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| Scatterbrain | Jul 1 2012, 03:14 AM Post #10 |
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Synaptic Misfiring/Empathic Feeding
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Scatterbrain gleefully grinned at the thing, "Pah'triq", biting her lower lip and resembling an eager child glancing at puppies in a pet shop window. It was cute, in that squishy little globby octopus kinda way. She floated closer for a moment, applying her own inspection skills to the Doctor's own in-depth analysis. The feelings of both the doctor and the squid were both mixing and intermingling, in and out of each other like the loops of her home tunnels. She was about to poke it when the surge of annoyance told her to back away from the two again, resting her hands behind her head as the rest continued to figure out what to do about this new arrival. Plague's own annoyance rang out at the Doc's mistrust before she felt a tug on her ankle and watched her friend's back retreat from the cave. She smiled at the remaining people before drifting after her, ready to start the patrol. She floated alongside her squad, twisting in the air a bit as she let her mind wander. Many would say that it was her natural state and was a sign of her being vapid. But she knew that it was when she let her mind go truly blank that she became the most receptive to the emotions of those around her, and could sense those of people that were even further away. "Far away..." she reported. "So far, far away." She glanced at the two, almost horizontal before she straightened up and looked over Martin, drifting around to his side as Plague asked about his abilities. She gave him a friendly smile. She was curious as well, what this X-Man could really do. He seemed ordinary enough, but of course, she knew better. No one here was normal. |
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| Martin O'Connell | Jul 2 2012, 10:41 AM Post #11 |
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Crystalline Skeletal Structure/ Explosive Crystal Projectiles
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The seemingly alarming reveal of a worm upon the Doctor's head intrigued Martin, but he had a job to do, and the clamoring of the other people would have made it hard for him to even look. When the two women approached him, one walking and the other floating, Martin nervously glanced and then wordlessly agreed to accompany them as he'd been told. Awkward was an understatement. As the trio walked, Martin could feel their gazes piercing at his sides. The floating one, Bell, as he had heard her being called, let loose a sentence that Martin couldn't find relevance in. But then the other talked, inquiring about his powers. "Well," He started hesitantly, "My bones are made of crystal, and I can control the crystal...too a degree." Lifting his arm to show the hole in it, the mutant inched a quill from his flesh and then sunk it back in for later use. "They're explosive if they leave my body and connect again, and they have a quick healing rate. I'm pretty sure if I concentrated hard enough, I could heal a small bone within minutes." Martin shrugged. "Not much else, pretty...light weight compared to some of the other mutant I've met. Shit's downright scary." With a sigh, he glanced to each side with a perked brow. "Well, what about you two? You guys know where I come from, my name, even my powers. Time to fess up, The Price Is Right, come on down.." He said with heavy sarcasm and with a wave of his hand to the girl not floating. |
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| Scatterbrain | Jul 13 2012, 06:56 PM Post #12 |
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Synaptic Misfiring/Empathic Feeding
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She giggled as he gave his answer. The apprehension and suspicion had been so strong. She was certain that even someone without her abilities could practically taste it. And what did apprehension taste like? It was a tough, thick, and meaty taste, with a bitterness she likened to fear but peppered with determination. "Steak..." she giggled. Without realizing it, she'd drifted closer to Martin and stared at the hole in his wrist as the crystal emerged. "It's so pretty!" She floated back and smiled as he continued with his explanation. "He throws bombs... Natural and pretty bombs..." She drifted closer again and put her hands around his shoulders, smiling and enjoying his apprehension. It was what drove her. The closer she got to such strong emotions, the more she could feed off it. She wanted it, even if this X-Man didn't approve. Then, came the question. Her need had been fulfilled enough to recognize it, so she shrugged as she removed her hands and folded them behind her back. "I eat feelings..." It was the only way she knew how to put it. "The stronger the feeling... the tastier it is." She brushed a few wisps of her green, now gravity-defiant hair out of her face as she tried to explain it further. "I talked to Widgy about it... and she put it that way... I feel them... they're my food... They have so many different flavors... I need them." Now she was certain she was about to get a wave of bitter. It was a bracing flavor. As long as you braced for it, you'd be fine. "Oh!" She piped up again as she clapped her hands together. "And I can zap people!" |
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| Plague | Jul 13 2012, 07:24 PM Post #13 |
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Pathogenic Control
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The older woman watched with interest as Martin displayed his unique ability, eyebrows raising of their accord. She hadn't yet seen something like this; sometimes you just never got used to mutants and the gifts they carried. The wrist holes were a little...off-putting, but easily overcome, given the crowd she ran with. When her fellow Morlock took to being her usual creepy self, Plague groaned as she dragged a hand over her face. "Scatterbrain, you're scaring him, get back over here. Feed off me." She crooked her finger to call Jenna over once she had released the poor kid. So much for jovial teammate bonding. Plague was used to the floating woman's behavior, but Martin...well, it was now or ever if they meant to work together. So long as the green lady didn't deem is necessary to randomly zap him. She wore a permanent frown, keeping herself in an irritated state for Scatterbrain's sake, unaware that she had had her fill from the X-Man. "Chill, kid, I only know your name because the doc addressed you by it. It's probably not too hard to sort out we're Morlocks. What with us oozing with social etiquette and everything. "Me? I'm a CDC hazard; I have a cornucopia of diseases stored and at the ready to transmit unto others from the flu to STDs. All the shitty side-effects and none of the fun." Mall winked, smirking at Martin. |
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| Martin O'Connell | Jul 14 2012, 12:52 AM Post #14 |
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Crystalline Skeletal Structure/ Explosive Crystal Projectiles
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'Steak? What?' Martin had been brought out of his thoughts when the green woman sounded out her singular word, and after she explained what her powers were, he wondered what other dishes his emotions would taste like. Shaking his head from the distracting though, he began thinking deeply again. It seemed that on the scale of useful powers, these two were on the higher end of average, just like him. As Scatterbrain talked, Martin came to the conclusion that she, as Doctor Nemesis had said, would be a great lookout. "So you don't even need to see these aliens? You can just feel them? That'll do great. We'll hit them before they can even take aim at us." The green floating woman then laid her hands on him and spoke of zapping people. Martin wiggled from beneath her grasp before the other woman pulled her away. "It's not that I'm...scared...I just don't want to be hurt before I go toe to toe with however many Skrull we're going to face." Plague had examined him, but remained quiet, not adding to the comments that Bell had made about his 'pretty bombs'. She then spoke up about her powers, and that's when the a scared and bitter emotion flushed from his body with a physical shiver from his body. "That...is disgusting, but very useful." He paused, "It can't be nice...living with that..must have been hard for you when you were young." He then looked to Scatterbrain, "And I assume you've always been this..special?" Martin didn't mean to say it like that, but he didn't know how else to address the floating women's odd behavior. Looking toward the duo he walked with, The Almost X-Man grinned with a huff and looked forward. It was the X-Men, but the trio would manage. What could a couple dozen Skrull have on three mutants that could find them before they got here, give them any disease, and blow them to dust? Then again, Martin had only ever been cut up by them, so they couldn't have powers of their own, right? |
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