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| All the Snares of Man; (X-Factor and Morlocks) | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 21 2012, 07:10 AM (1,307 Views) | |
| Havok | Jun 21 2012, 07:10 AM Post #1 |
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Superheated Plasma Blasts
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Continued from Greatest Wickedness of a Wicked Species Havok was not an idiot. He really wasn't. He was a young leader, and he was an emotional one, but he wasn't stupid by any stretch of the imagination. It was hard to remember sometimes that he was more than this constant struggle and combat. But he was a clever young man and had learned something from all this pain he'd been through since blowing up in the deserts of Egypt. This was a trap. They were walking into a trap that Callisto had set, and she was planning on having her people pounce them and attempt to either drive them out of the Old City... or kill them. Well, the first was not going to happen any time soon, and the second? Well, better people than Callisto had tried that option. But there was the very real possibility that she did indeed have people down here, that she had really gone off the deep end. Almost everyone that Alex knew had gone insane at one time or another, manipulations, brainwashing, just plain snapping. This seemed to be a failing of their race and Alex, when he had free time, might formulate a theory that the evolution of their bodies had left their minds more fragile, but right now, he had more to be concerned with than that. They were being escorted into a cavern that was not on the maps they had made when they first came down here, which sent up red flags, immediately. Havok filled one fist full of his powers and he said to his people trailing behind him, "Eyes and ears open, people, I have a very bad feeling about this." Walking into the cavern, Havok was shocked and disgusted by what he saw. The cavern was huge, stone still freshly hewn out, something that proved Havok's thoughts that this was set up, a stage for whatever madness that Callisto had planned. Most people might not have been able to tell that the cave was not natural, but Alex Summers was a geophysicist still in his own mind, and he could see that the stones were raw, not yet weathered. Long carefully sculpted pillars supported the domed roof, and to each pillar was lashed a human being, men, women... even some children, and beside each prisoner was mounds of explosives, enough to kill everyone in this cavern ten times over and bring the roof down on them all, burying them and destroying whatever lay above this place. Alex did not waste time with shock and awe, hand wringing and lecturing the mad one eyed woman who lounged in the center of the room, on a pedestal like she believed she was a goddess. "Callisto," he called as he crossed towards her, "What the hell are you doing, you lunatic? If you have a problem with me and my people, don't take it out on these people. Let them go and let's talk like grown ups." |
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| Callisto | Jun 21 2012, 07:32 AM Post #2 |
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"Al!" She said, almost jovial as she slogged back another bear. "You came, you big hero, you." She sneered long and wide as she sat up, tossing back what was left of another cheap beer, which she tossed aside. "Glad to see it, glad to see it." She cast an eye to the other end of the chamber. "Morlocks'll be here soon, I can hear 'em all comin. Figured you'd get here first." She stood, hopping down from the rough-hew dais and landing with a thud on the relatively craggy floor. Behind her stood her personal little wrecking crew. Her other... companions were long gone, the Skrulls who'd helped set all this up. Her jacket was gone, and her shirt had dark soak stains on its chest, indicative of the bit of surgical rewiring she'd had done. As X-Factor and Morlock alike began to spill into the chamber, she pulled the eyepatch so bound to her image free, tossing it aside and flipping her hair out of her face. Once dominated by a dark black void, however, a burning, slotted yellow eye populated the old wound, a stark contrast to its baby-blue companion. "Figure it out yet?" She huffed out a laugh, hiking a thumb back at the approaching Morlocks. "These jaggoffs sure haven't." Her shape rippled beneath her clothing, skin pebbling and deepening from that tunnel-painted alabaster pallor and into the mottled green flesh of her true heritage. Was she supposed to reveal herself? Probably not. Sril'rt didn't care. Nobody was walking away from this one. As the smile creased over a fanged maw she let loose another chuckle, voice fading from Callisto's throaty rasp into something odd and accented and guttural, like German-English spoken with a mouthful of Glass. "Got a score to settle, some people to axe out. Guess what we're under? Times Square, baby. Main event right here. Just half of this shit goes up and you gotta a lot of dead people to answer for." She looked to her people, smirked a bit. "But, and this is a big but. I got another surprise lined up. Hehe. Give ya a fighting chance, just because I like a bit of thrill with my kicks." She pulled the collar of her tank-top down, where the incision was still pretty fresh. "Tick tock tick tock. Guess who made her heart a clock?" Cheese? Sure? But it was all stalling. Sril'rt let go of her shirt, clapping. "Gotta applaud ya though, Havs. Ya fucked everything I tried to do so far. Took a lotta waiting to let that poison build up in Sonny's mom, and then ya stole the kid right out from under me. Though I guess we had a bit of success spiriting away your mutant town folks with our little underground railroad deal. Heh. Enough with this monologue shit though. I'm here for one thing, now. Screw the Skrull Hegemony and their little plans. I want your blood, on my fists. In and around my mouth." Her underlings had their orders. Everyone dies. "Come on, Hero." She put up her fists. "Put the flashy shit away and lets settle this like men." |
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| Ink | Jun 21 2012, 10:39 AM Post #3 |
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Iconographic Power Mimicry
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In the hazy distance, Ink could see a faint glow begin to materialize at the end of the catacomb, white and pulsating. For a moment, he jokingly wondered if somewhere along the way he’d inhaled his last breath. He quickly shook the notion out of his thoughts, though the imagery before him didn’t escape allegory. He’d been running for a good while, the battered soles of his sneakers encrusted with a layer of mud and dust. Running toward what, however? SHIELD, he thought. Perhaps toward the sight of his friends in null cuffs, Plague and Roadkill so pumped full of tranquilizers that they’d be foaming at the mouth and staring at him with pale, glazed orbs before being stuffed into the back of a government-issue truck. The reality, of course, never quite matched the morbid imaginings of the ink-etched man exactly on the nose. In this instance, he would have preferred the cynical concoctions of his own thoughts in place of the abysmal scene he’d collided with; the grand revelation of a madwoman. Callisto’s transformation was nauseating, as though she was being devoured by an ailing green bile that culminated in the engulfment of her mangled features. For whatever reason, the flash of amber that stained her once-blue iris was the most staggering transmutation to the young man, like pure sky consumed by wretched flames. His eyes darted in-between Havok and Callisto, and then toward the humans bound to the many pillars. Instinctively, he recognized that this perversion of the leader he’d known was not the genuine article, not simply a secondary mutation or a closely-guarded last gambit. You’d have to be a fucking idiot not to know that. For a moment, Ink was stunned into silence and rooted in place, but as Sticker began to stride past him toward the center of the cavern, to Callisto, the wicked curl of a smile that Ink glanced upon his countenance caused the tattooed man to lash out. “What is this?!” he shouted, a clawed grip closing in around the back of Sticker’s neck. He felt the creature’s skin crawl beneath his grasp, cool skin transforming into a coat of scales and slime. Ink retracted his hold on the false Sticker, who barely paused at the tattooed man’s reaction before moving behind Callisto. He allowed himself to gag in repulsion, if only for a second, before his eyes narrowed in upon the two creatures… and then to the others that stood to the rear of them. Betrayal in the guise of familiarity; it was cruelness made flesh. He readied himself, summoning the strength that lay beneath his painted skin and hoping that he could call upon it to fortify his mind as well. He feared the mental toll he’d suffer if (and when) his impulse to pound in the skulls of these creatures, clad in kindly faces, would come to a bloodied zenith. |
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| Roadkill | Jun 21 2012, 12:43 PM Post #4 |
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Enhanced Garbage Rooting
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The Skrull imposter Borden stood behind his leader, a solitary figure concealed in the pail flesh tones of what he considered an outright pathetic species. Behind black-tinted sunglasses his yellow eyes took it all in, observing the rigged prisoners and watching with detached fascination as they each displayed a different understanding and acceptance of their wretched and inevitable fates. Across the room was the one named Havok. Borden shared the enmity toward this one, but kept his face impassively neutral even when he stepped forward to address Sril’rt, who was currently still disguised as the Morlock leader Callisto. And she laid the whole thing out for him. Borden thought it was mildly amusing to watch his expression, to see what he thought was the dawn of real understanding come upon him as the inevitable conclusion of their plan was drawn out for him. He couldn’t resist the barest of smirks as they all realized that nothing was going to stop them from ultimately doing what they had come to do. When Sril’rt shifted, they all did, shedding the shell of weakness to adopt their true forms, in green glistening glory. Tearing off the sunglasses he threw them to the cavernous floor with a clatter and surveyed the shocked reactions in the room, his eyes blazing with cruel delight until they came to a rest on Ink. Ink was one of the good friends of the one who had been called Roadkill. When their eyes met, he flashed a toothy grin, and offered up a mocking effigy of a greeting. “Sup…cuz.” Without further warning the Skrull warrior pounced. Dense bundles of muscle propelled him toward the doomed Morlock and he collided with him with considerable force. Borden drew his knife. “I’ve always wanted to carve my own symbol in that watery hide of yours.” His golden eyes flashed and he started to laugh as he brought the blade closer to the Morlock’s neck. He’d been given specific instructions. None were to live. This was going to be fun. |
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| Plague | Jun 21 2012, 04:30 PM Post #5 |
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Pathogenic Control
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Karza could hardly contain her jubilation at what was to come, pacing and clenching, then unclenching her fists, repeating the motions until their guests had begun to arrive. Whether or not she met death in the end, she was assured a Warrior's death and that brought solace enough. And the satisfaction at knowing, without a doubt, that these mewling mutant maggots faced their own imminent demise was so thick that she nearly choked with elation. Her instructions had been to collect the nastiest, most deadly diseases to infect their weakened bodies with, and she listened well. With her favored one at her side, Borden and Karza had scoured multiple hospitals and collected illnesses like pogs until the Skrull was brimming with such delicacies like lupus, AIDS, and TB. She may not walk out of this alive, yet she could carry on inside the Morlocks and Hunters in the form of fatal ailments. It was a pleasing thought, the image of them suffering incurable deaths. With Sril'rt occupied with...what was it Plague had not so dotingly called him? Ah, yes, Helios. With Sril'rt engaged with Helios, Karza flanked Borden as he set an attack on the inky nuisance that was Eric. The sight of the blade brought forth a merciless, crazed giggle, and it reminded the green one that she, too, had plans in store for him. "Careful, dearheart," she purred into Borden's ear, gently caressing his jawline with her malicious gaze boring into Ink. "I want his skin intact, it's so pretty. Do me the honor of removing it, won't you? "In the mean time, I think now is the perfect opportunity to put these new gifts to use." But which card to play? She had no intentions of killing him just yet, not so soon. She had been waiting too long to smash Ink's arrogant face. |
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| Foxx | Jun 21 2012, 06:03 PM Post #6 |
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Alex had caught up to her while she was bounding down the stonework corridor, talked her into the senses of waiting up, and it was there that she'd landed a clawed hand on the collar of their guide. His intuition said that this wasn't just a clear cut case of save the hostages, and thinking about it, Annabeth could have kicked herself stupid for not thinking of it sooner. Callisto was a tricky mother, and the odds of this being a trap were almost too good. Slowing her pace she followed him then, keeping one eye on their guide. When they arrived, she watched the unfolding villainous monologue with a crease in her brow, eyes shining yellow in the dark of the tunnel. These things wanted to play the game, she'd play it too, and when Callisto dropped the bomb (none too figuratively) she turned to look as their guide, who so short a time ago was panicking with wild madness, stepped back with a cool and calm gait, his skin writhing like maggots under cheesecloth before it went that putrescent tone of green. "Awesome." She said, gun leaving holster and firing, filling the chamber with a booming echo as the bullet found purchase, whipping his head backwards as a spray of green black ochre hosed out from the wound. Callisto hunched in preparation for a fight with Alex, and she leveled the .44 again at her head. If her heart was the ticker to this little time bomb, why not stop it outright? A white clawed finger wrapped around a hair trigger, and as she pulled it she felt the pull at her feet, yanking her base from under her and setting her to the floor. Reaching for her gun it was kicked away a smiling tongue wrapping around her wrist. Face tracking upwards she didn't get to see the face as the shape shifted away, leaving only a Skrull and it's stolen powers to face her. Foxx grinned, and, though she found it detestable, wrenched downward on the Skrull that had been Bliss's tendrilous tongue, and bit it free, sending the Skrull reeling backwards as Foxx clamored to her feet, shaking off the early effects of the venoms of that recent meal, spitting its taste from her mouth. Her claws flanged out and she gave a growling snarl to the room. "Next." She bounded around the chamber, sinking to all fours for a low fast sprint, and skidding next to one of the pillars, she tried to slip a knife beneath the cables binding people there, but her knife wouldn't cut. Whatever these creeps were using for rope, it wasn't just ropes. "Well it's prolly better you stay in one place anyhow." Turning, she spied two of them descending upon one of the Morlocks, and deciding that such wasn't so even a fight, she put all she could muster into a single bounding leap, pouncing at the trio with claws out. |
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| TBowen | Jun 21 2012, 07:03 PM Post #7 |
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Tandy came to a sliding stop just behind Alex and Foxx, making use of some of the endurance training that Daredevil had been putting her through. She still breathed hard for a ways, walking with her hands on her hips and listening to the two of them talk about what was probably ahead. The air down here was still getting to her, she much preferred the lighter fresh air on the surface. Still, adrenaline made up for any fatigue she felt from breathing in the underground air, and she listened intently as Havok made his observations on how he had a bad feeling about it. It wasn't long until they emerged from the tunnel and entered a larger chamber, where Dagger's eyes widened a bit when she saw the civilians tied up. That alone wasn't shocking to her, but what did surprise her was that there were children tied to pillars along with the adults. This caused her eyes to narrow and she stood there silently as Havok met Callisto in the middle. Words were exchanged and it was pretty obvious that violence was about to ensue. Dagger took several steps back when the first blows began to be thrown, even flinching when she heard the sound of Foxx's .45 fire off and then get into a tussle with Bliss. However, Tandy had never been one to run from a fight. When the shit hit the fan, she was the type to jump into the mix, even if she would end up getting her ass handed to her. Still, she was new to fighting with an entire team such as X-factor. Hopefully her decisions would be the right ones, since Havok was distracted by Callisto. The "C" shaped mark around her right eye flashed brightly and Dagger raised her hand up, causing an extremely bright light to rise into the air just behind Havok. Her intentions of course, was to temporarily blind the hell out of anyone that might have been looking at him, including Callisto herself. It was a temporary flash of light, much like a flashbang grenade would put out, and then Dagger put herself into motion to help where she could. After the flash, Dagger moved to Havok's right and towards Plague, Roadkill and Ink. She wasn't completely sure of her team's abilities since she had not seen them in action, but she knew from what she had heard that Havok and the others could handle themselves. This was her chance to prove her own worth to the team and to show that she was capable of hanging with them in situations like this. Also, it was a great time to help people who were in need. Spotting Ink being blindsided by one of the Skrulls, Dagger saw the knife that Roadkill held to the man's throat. "Hey lizard boy," Dagger called, raising her right hand above her hand. At this point, she was practically glowing. With her other hand she pointed at the knife that he held. "I've got a few of those, too!" Quickly lowering her right hand in a circular motion, ten light daggers formed and sat there suspended in the air. She then held the right hand out, pointing her fingers towards Borden, causing the light daggers to fall from their position in the air. As each one fell and struck the palm of her hand, they shot out like rapidly fired arrows, each one sent on a course that was meant for Borden's chest while leaving a trail of bright light behind in their wake. |
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| X-23 | Jun 21 2012, 08:17 PM Post #8 |
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X-23 slid into the cavern like a dark shadow, having silently moved with her team. Taking up a position that meant her back would not be instantly against a wall, she listened intently to the events unfolding around them. The situation with the Morlocks had been complex for weeks and now she could feel that things were close to breaking point… Instantly her hackles were raised as she saw the humans strung up like meat around the cavern, hanging from the pillars as if they meant nothing. Five years ago, she would have been utterly indifferent. But that was five years ago. A low, guttural snarl sounded in the back of her throat as Callisto started to speak to them like a woman utterly deranged. Clenching her fists, Laura actually shook as she delayed releasing her claws, shuddering from the near pain of keeping them in despite what her primal nature was calling for her to do. More than anything, the feral clone wanted to bound in and protect her leader, but she knew Havok was capable of protecting himself…Even from insane, green skinned women with bombs inside of them. Turning her head, she nodded to Volt, slowly. This was the sort of situation they fell into naturally; despite the threat and the chaos, they would not feel fear, they would fight until there was nothing left of them. It was what they did and what they had been made for. Suddenly, everything seemed to dissolve into a fray and X-23 allowed her claws to burst forth from the backs of her hands, accompanied by a fine spray of blood. It always hurt, but she had learnt long ago to not think about it. The pain was necessary, a reminder, or so she had been told. A killer she may have been, but no longer and she held back as much as she could, scraping and nicking one of those who had come running, before turning, the girl saw Foxx unable to cut through one of the lines that held the humans up high. Laura might have been a fighter from birth, but she had not lived with X-Factor for so long now that she had not learnt anything from them about life and its value.. Growling, her brow furrowed and pushing off, she ran past Volt, glancing in his direction as she passed. “Brother, the bombs.” Trusting him to follow and make quick work of the devices, the young brunette came to a stop, regarded one of the lines carefully and withdrew the claws from her right hand, before swinging those of her left down in an arc on the rope, quickly grabbing it with her now claw-free one. If she did not, then it was likely the woman would plummet to the ground, breaking bones as she did so and Laura felt it best to assume that none of them possessed healing factors. Despite the resistance it had given Foxx’s blade, X-23’s adamantium claws swept through like the ropes were of little more substance than smoke. But there was little time to gloat as she moved around the cavern swiftly, snapping and slashing away the ropes as she went. Getting them down would be one feat; getting them out would be another. |
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| Reptil | Jun 21 2012, 08:43 PM Post #9 |
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Prehistoric Reptile Traits
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Humberto was sure that nothing was right about the situation, but he followed Havok and the others down into the tunnels which opened up into a large chamber. Humberto nearly gasped when he saw that several civilians had been strung up to the pillars all strapped with bombs. Callisto had implanted something in her chest that would cause them all to go off at the same time which would bring Times Square raining down on them. He doubted that anyone would survive above or below. The young man bared his fangs as Callisto continued boasting, but soon her skin shifted into another color. The Morlocks that had been following her did the same. Humberto stared on dazed. This meant that the Callisto that kicked him out was not actually her. Had he ever even known the woman or had this skrull replaced her long before he showed up? There were more questions, but right now he had to focus on the task at hand. Every part of him wanted to charge the fake and rip her apart. He wanted to sink his teeth deep into her neck and severe the spine. But she would be Havok’s opponent. Humberto could not let his anger get the best of him or he would be of no use to anyone. As the others engaged in battle, he took off toward one of the pillars where a woman was strapped. Tears were streaming as she pleaded for help. He had seen how Foxx’s knife proved ineffective against the thick cables. As Laura went to work on the other cables, he grabbed hold of one and yanked until the ropes snapped. Once the woman was free, on the ground and running away from the pillar, Humberto moved on to the next one. Something large and angry intercepted unfortunately. The large mutant Bulwark drove Humberto into a wall leaving a large imprint. He shook off the dazedness bringing his hands together and down onto the mutant’s back once then twice. Humberto brought a knee up into Bulwark’s gut before pushing him away. That armor plated skin would make causing enough damage difficult. Thankfully he had just the tool to take care of the seven foot tall menace. A large shell made of plates of bone and covered in large, spiked knobs grew from Humberto’s back ripping his shirt away. The shell was joined by a long, thick tail with a deadly club on the end made for breaking bodies, stone, and anything else that was in his way. Humberto released the roar of the tenacious Ankylosaurus and rushed Bulwark giving his tail a powerful swing. |
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| Anansi | Jun 21 2012, 09:50 PM Post #10 |
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The spider was crawling along small tunnels towards the new location that Callisto had passed them. He didn't know why but something was very wrong, and he was going to oppose everything that anything that Callisto was going to do. His arms moved in concert propelling him through the rocky walls towards where he was told to go. Knowing the underground my memory he easily knew where it was and crawling out of the tunnel he found himself half way down the wall. Immediately his eyes were drawn to the people that were lashed to the stone pillars supporting the ceiling as well as the bombs that were strapped to them. What was this madness? Had Callisto finally lost it? Sitting silently on the wall he drew his knives and watched as the X-Factor people streamed in and Callisto as she spoke. The things that were coming out of her mouth infuriated the spider and he clenched his hands so tight he could feel the muscles strain. She had played them all for fools, had used their fear against them. His eyes caught sight of Ink as he stepped into the cavern as well. The next that happened though completely threw him. Callisto and the other Morlocks that she had gathered to her change. They grew scales and green skin and took on a completely alien appearance. His fangs started to click and utter a death sound. The final straw was seeing that the people he thought were Roadkill and Plague attacked Ink. The tattooed mutant was a decent friend and he couldn't let harm happen to him. As blows and fights started he knew he had to get involved. Looking at Ink with one eye and the other people with his other three, he decided he had to help his brother. Slipping his knives from his upper arms away he crouched against the wall and felt the fluid in his legs compress. Like a coiled adder, he launched himself off the wall towards Plague. Grabbing onto the green woman's jacket he flipped over her head and using the momentum of his jump threw her away with a vicious yank. Just as quickly he spun on his foot and lashed out with his four remaining blades at Roadkill. As a result he put himself in the way of the light daggers that a woman had summoned and shot towards the aliens. Twisting his body in half, he easily dodged the blades spinning horizontally to avoid them all. Standing beside Ink, he drew his other blades and clicked his fangs. Through the entire incident they had been clicking uttering a deathly sound, much like a rattlesnakes rattle. "Come Ink, let's show these imposters who they are messing with," he snarled his voice dripping with anger. |
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| Tommy | Jun 22 2012, 01:24 AM Post #11 |
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Two-Dimensional Form/ Camouflaging
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Lunacy... Lunacy was the only word that came to mind when Tommy’s eyes took in the mad scene playing out before her. Nothing else but anxiety and that singular word pervaded her thinking. Granted, there was not much room for coherent strings of thought amidst this sadistic bedlam. She’d tumbled into this clash having missed any foul introductions and the exposure of falsehoods, but the young girl had easily caught on to what was happening. Holding a firm grasp on her loosening nerves was still another matter entirely. Tommy held the med-pack close to her chest, and even though she’d brought it to make sure she wasn’t constrained to being a useless bystander, she found herself rooted in place. However, it wasn’t due to shock, fear, or any variation or combination thereof. With her motor functions held frozen by Tourniquet, the multi-hued girl resembled a stone-still mannequin as her inhibitor moved closer in with a methodical gait. Tightening his psychic leash, Tourniquet sauntered up to his paralytic bounty, numb to the commotion happening around him. With a taloned finger, he tickled the underside of Tommy’s chin before tracing his nail down to the center of her sternum and in-between her breasts, a petty trickle of blood seeping from the shallow scratch. With an inhuman cackle, he licked the crimson-stained tip of his finger with a black, oozing tongue. “You know, little girl. I’ve grown a liking to you in my time down here among the waste. You’re a bright spot among the darkness, and even though I’ve really enjoyed my time ogling your… face, I suppose that time has come to an end, sweet creature.” His jade lips curled into a perverse sneer, discolored fangs bared at his prisoner. Taking another sample of Tommy’s blood in the crevice of his nail, the creature placed the whole of his forefinger into his mouth. She could only watch as he desecrated her, having not been afforded grace enough to be able to shut her eyes. With a slurp and a pop, he swallowed the sanguine liquid with glee before bringing his mottled face in close. “Mmmm. Tastes like rainbows,” he whispered into her ear. Tommy twitched in revulsion as the passing effect of Tourniquet’s paralyzing grip began to lose its clutch. Her thoughts screamed, yet she could only let out a whimper, her tongue heavy with invisible weight. The scaled monstrosity caught her writhing, offering only another snicker at her anguish. “Well, looks like we have to cut our little tête-à-tête short. Such a shame.” Tourniquet landed a vicious gut punch to Tommy’s middle, toppling her backwards onto the cold stone floor. With a high-pitched whistle, he strode away from the huddled mass of the girl’s near-unconscious figure. Before her thoughts receded into obscurity, only a single word crossed her mind. Useless… |
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| Volt | Jun 24 2012, 10:27 AM Post #12 |
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Electrokinesis / Cloned Origin
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X went for the humans and Jonny smiled, even in the middle of all this horror. Laura had gone to save the hostages first. She was learning, she really was, and Jonny was so damn proud of her he was just about bursting his buttons. She called out to him to disarm the bombs and he was on it immediately, "You got it, X!" Working in tandem with her, Volt clamped a hand over each detonator, sending a blast of electricity into it, frying the circuits. He worked as fast as X did, their cloned bodies built for speed and agility, their assassin training utilizing them to their fullest. But even he, who had seen more than anyone had ever had a right to see, was astonished to the point of paralysis for a moment by the horrific sight of Callisto turning into a Skrull and revealing that she had tied her heart into the ticking of these bombs. "She's fucking nuttier than a fruitcake," he muttered. "Bossman, watch your back! She's got freaks left and right!" Just as he said that, he was tackled by some green skinned freak that moved almost as fast as Jonny did. If Jonny hadn't been calling out to his boss, he would have been able to avoid the attack but alas, he was distracted and he was going to pay for it, as a scaly green muthafugga drove him to the ground. From the state of the skrull's clothes, Volt figured he'd been posing as a morlock for some time. "You stink," he said, as he stared up at the ugly green face so close to his own, "You need a bath." "Keep laughing, Primate," the skrull said, "We are going to take your planet, your people, we're going to take everything you hold dear and crush it beneath our boot." Jon smiled, "Your people might, but you won't." He thrust his hands into the creature's solar plexus and let full blasts of electricity explode into the thing. It was thrown backwards, slamming into a pillar that had only recently held a hostage. The woman, still in shock, standing beside the stone and clinging to it, as if it was a lifeline, looked down at the fallen and smoking skrull. There was a moment of shock and then suddenly she began kicking the shit out of it. "Stupid... son... of ... a bitch... You made me miss a hair appointment with GERARD!" Scrambling to his feet, Jon winced. "Yikes, note to self, don't stand between a woman and her stylist!" Looking back to Alex, he yelled, "Bossman, make it quick, these sleestaks aren't playing around!" |
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| Scatterbrain | Jun 25 2012, 04:28 PM Post #13 |
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Synaptic Misfiring/Empathic Feeding
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Soooo boring... when does the fun begin...? Scatterbrain, or rather, the woman who looked like Scatterbrain floated out of sight behind her commander. She chose to remain in her false form as the primates spoke their case, amused, and yet somehow bored with it at the same time. She was amazed at how easy it had been over the short time she'd been here, in the dank underbelly of this city, to fool them all. She'd been chosen. She was "special". She had something that all the other trash didn't have. That was why she was here. Her masters had seen her potential and blessed her with this opportunity. Here, in this form, and with the enhancements they'd had bestowed upon her, she knew that she was not unlike a goddess. A fresh-born goddess who longed for the opportunity to truly test her new abilities. She'd long been trained in the arts of assassination, of blades, of murder. It was beginning to bore her a bit, really. For so long, she had waited. Locked in the prisons with the filth that had been procured from this world. She didn't understand why she had been kept there. She always did her duty to Her. But she was never allowed out of that cell when the mission finished. Why? She wondered. Then they let her out. Took her to that place. That place where they showed her the memories and feelings of this form. Learn... They told her... and learn, she did. She learned of the emotions of those around her. She learned of their resolve, their hate, their drive. She learned of their motivations. They flowed into her like the fresh blood of a new kill, warm, and random. She took them in, and added it to her purpose. She had been enhanced by the will of her lords, and sent to achieve a purpose. It was a purpose. She'd been broken for so long that the word barely held any meaning for her. But it was enough to keep her tangled and twisted mind focused. And now... it's time to play! Her target was locked. She grinned with glee as she speedily darted toward the man with the sparks flying from his hands, wrapping her fingers around his head. "Zzzzzap..." And with her target stunned, she reached for the blade sheathed around her waist. |
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| Volt | Jun 25 2012, 10:35 PM Post #14 |
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Electrokinesis / Cloned Origin
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skipping by request. Volt, Scatterbrain JP Hands wrapped around his head, and Jon had one split second to think that these creatures were way too fast, and then, he was gone, every synapsis in his brain overloaded, loss of his motor functions driving him down to his knees in what seemed like a submissive slump, the sparks from the hard artificial power input/output ports embedded in his palms going dark. Jonathan Harper was out for the count, a drooling and unaware shell, easy prey for the Skrull's knife blade. But Mojo was no stupid man, not in the slightest. He was an obese monster with delusions of godhood, with no morals, scruples or conscience, sure. But stupid? Oh no. His clones were genetically manipulated, right down the molecular level. They had redundancies built on top of redundancies, and the big secret, that was not so secret if you knew any of the four that had survived the very messy demise of his program, was that they were built as tabula rasa, empty except for what Mojo programmed into them. It was never intended that they have personality, that they have souls, or even memory beyond what Mojo allowed. That was all the secret catch that Dr. Arize built in, praying that there would be some way to make these monsters he was building redeemable, that he would not die knowing that all he had done with his life was bring death into the world. Longshot and his impossible luck had causes his brothers to find sentience. The Skrull who wielded Scatterbrain's powers had just shut off that sentience. Everything that was Jon Harper, the jovial wisecracking goofball from Mechanicsville, VA, one of the original first class of Xavier's school, an X-Man, a hero... all that was suddenly snuffed in an instant of shock to the mind. There was only Volt left... and this Volt was a weapon of death with no safety, with no off switch. As the knife was drawn, a hand clenched, and a lightning bolt was called from places within the slumped figure that had such a convoluted scientific basis that it was almost impossible to understand. Then the bolt was unleashed, as the assassin moved, ridiculously quick, light weight, hollow bones, overly springy muscles, all gifts from his unnatural birth, made him fast, made him deadly. He rolled forward, spinning into a crouch now facing his attacker, and he flung out his powers. There was no expression in his dead eyes. She felt it almost as soon as she triggered it. The emotions ceased. There was no wonder or amazement or confusion. There was nothing. A void. There was nothing but a void. And somehow, it kept moving. She'd seen it before. She knew now that it was an "it". A machine. "AMAZING!!!" She grinned and giggled as she backflipped in the air. This one is different!. She was certain that he'd be a drooling pile of flesh and bones, ripe for the stabbing and slicing once she'd fired that ability. How it happened, she had no idea, and her intrigue would have to wait. Now... she was having some real fun! He didn't balk, he didn't stop as he was going full-force at her. She swerved and twisted in the air as she dodged the lightning, laughing the entire time. Prey... such wonderful prey....And she was loving every last delectable second of it. "You poor little doll..." She cackled, as she drew the other blade. "Let's see how you dance..." It was impossible to dodge lightning, which moved at speeds no man or woman could, a slow bolt clocked at over 220,000 mph, but somehow she did it. Perhaps he was out of practice and misaimed? It had been a long time since he had been called to murder someone, since he had belonged to Mojo. She laughed, and she twisted about, and Volt rose from his crouch fluidly, turning Jon Harper's languid loose limbed stance in to something akin to the movements of a panther, a lion, some large and deadly predator. She mocked him as if she was going to get a rise out of him, but Volt gave no impression that he even heard her words. Heedless of the humans still trapped in this area, mindlessly oblivious to the fighting going on with his teammates, clearly unaware of anything but his target, Volt advanced on her, one trailing hand ripping free one of the packets of explosive from a pillar as he passed. With preternatural aim, he threw the explosive at her, not expecting it to hit her. He didn't need for the bomb to impact against her though, not for what he had planned. Before the throwing motion was even complete, he had contorted his body, spinning and shifting his weight in contortions only capable if one had been bred for it. Unleashing his powers, directly into the packet, he caused it to explode, rattling the entire cavern, generating shockwaves that shook rock and debris from the roof, the walls. Humans and mutants alike screamed, and Volt paid no need. The concussion slammed at him, and drove him back against a pillar. He heard bone crack, and then begin to mend, his healing enhanced liked everything else. Pushing off from the pillar, he advanced through the rising chaos, and began to blast, not hoping that the explosion had shaken her, because he was beyond the need for faith or belief. He just fired, both hands thrusting lightning in alternating blasts of power. He kept advancing, no matter what happened, no matter who got in the way. This was who he was... no, not who. There was no who. There was only what. "Stupid... stupid little DOLL!!!" She shrieked as her knives connected with it's advance. As soon as she had come to realize that it was a doll, it was becoming even more and more of a threat. Fluid movement, lack of emotions, lack of words. She spun and darted through the air in a retreat before she felt the concussive blast from behind her. "Wait... this isn't fun..." Blackness. Her unconscious body sailed through the air and into the rocky earth surrounding the cave, her breaking bones drowned out by the rumbling of the earth. For one moment, she awakened, staring at the new hole she had plowed through the underground. She was happy. She was defeated. And now the only thing left to wait for was Death. From her injuries, or her opponent, she had failed. And Death was coming for her. She fell and ceased to be of interest to Volt. He dropped his hands and looked around him as if noticing what was happening for the first time. He looked down at one of his hands, letting the power spark in the port a small amount. "What is my target?" he asked himself, confused, dazed. Volt turned his head to meet the eyes of one of the obvious hostages, a man tied and bound to a pillar, bleeding from where a stone from the room had struck him. As another rumble sounded from above, Volt crossed to him and clamped his hand around the man's throat, "What are my orders?" he said in a dark tone, "Who are you and where am I?" He brought his other hand up, filling it with lightning, "Did the master send me to finish you?" He paid no heed to the rest of the chaos. He was here to kill someone, wasn't he? He was only out of his box when someone needed to die. |
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| Havok | Jun 26 2012, 07:08 AM Post #15 |
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Superheated Plasma Blasts
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She was insane, abso-frikkin-lutely insane, and as she turned green, as she revealed that she was one of those things, the same as Tommy had been. "Oh, man," he muttered to himself, "Really?" But then Callisto, or thing that had been pretending to be her, revealed that she had done something so completely vulgar and obscene, Havok thought he had to be imagining this? People just did not do stuff like that... Of course, maybe she wasn't a person really. Alex banished the powers and said, "Ok, whoever you are, whatever you are, clearly, this isn't really about these tunnels, so let these people go and we will be those adults like you suggest." He approached her, slowly, "No one has to die here, today, not any of these people. They're meaningless, they have no reason to be here. This is you and me, lets keep it between you and me." In his peripheral vision, he could see his people beginning to free the hostages, as all hell suddenly broke loose. As the morlocks began to reveal some of them too were these green skinned freaks, they attacked other morlocks, they attacked X-Factor, and one attacked Volt, causing him to explode with electricity, fighting back... "Callisto! This needs to stop now!" Havok shouted, "Before it can't stop!" An explosion suddenly rocked the cavern, and debris rained down on them. She didn't turn to look at the chaos forming behind her, shrugging as Havok appealed to diplomacy where there really simply hadn't ever been any. The explosion rocked out and she gritted her teeth, the loud of it rattling her to the core, but that fleeting disadvantage of Sril'rt's template mutant was just that, fleeting, lessened by this half-form she'd taken on, and she trooped through it. She heard Na'xjen's death throes and a chuckle escaped her lips. "See you got it all wrong on one account, Al. Everybody has to die. Except maybe me." She moved, slowly at first, paced around him. "And naw, maybe it wasn't about the tunnels, but it was about takin' down slugs like you for for the Big Cheesers. They don't really matter to me right now, though, I just want you dead on principal. If these apes we got chained up here go too, bonus points." Her lips curled into a grin. She juked to the side, diving at him laterally at the last moment in an effort to take him to ground. That mask left a nice little outline for her to carve his face off when this was all said and done. Arms out stretched to move around his waist, she kept the knives on her person secret for now. As she tackled him, Havok instinctively heated up, the power that he emitted a constant, like a slow air leak from a worn tire. She tried to wrap her arms around him, but his fists came up to her solar plexus, hard, not yet blasting her but punching her with all his strength. He didn't fall under her attack, but he stumbled backwards. The cavern rumbled again and Alex looked up. Slamming his fist up to the radio in his headpiece, he shouted, "X-Factor! Get these people out of here! Move!" She staggered backwards, steeling herself again as he barked out orders. "X-Facteer Get deese peeple outta-Would you shut up and fight me!?" She ducked low, calling on what still functioned of Callisto's acute perceptions, swinging that fist just so above a rate that would be expected from someone her size, her build, but at the same time, her knee jerked upwards towards his gut, aiming for a double blow that would send his breath around the bend. Her first punched landed squarely as she mocked him for thinking of the others before himself. Her opinion of him didn't matter. Havok couldn't help who he was and he had earned every scrap of heroism that he had. He punch doubled him over, with a rush of breath, and as her knee came up, he twisted, sliding to the side enough that it caught him on the shoulder rather than in his gut. Moving on instinct, just to get the chance to regain his breath, he turned his twist into a roll, sweeping his heavy booted foot into her ankles. Legs kicked out from under her and she shot out her arms in anticipation of the fast approaching ground, but the shock sent a shiver up her spine, evidence of the double edged sword of her chosen disguise's abilities. Sril'rt groaned as she half rose, lunging out at his own leg a shine in the dark the tell-tale sign of the knife pulled from her boot, that Skrull born strength driving it at his thigh. "You know we're all gonna get buried here. They'll only find your bones!" She could taste his blood already, and as her knife drew closer to his leg her eyes grew wilder and wily, but as she saw light bloom forth from his hands, a howl was all that escaped, and she felt the rush of heat before the sting, and in her acute state she only felt it briefly before it all became too much. Burning, smoking, she flew backwards, knife spinning out of hand with enough force and momentum to plant itself hilt-deep in the stone. Sril'rt felt something else though, beyond the burning, as some rocky outcropping caught her from the air, her blackened face slapping against it as she tumbled into some low dug ditch surrounding the chamber, gray bone peeked through blackened finger tips as she grabbed at the stone ridge, pulling herself back up into that blast radius, and with one unintelligible and defiant scream she smashed once more against the back wall, tumbling gone into the darkness and out of sight, whisps of smoke her only fairwell. Havok scrambled to his feet, as another rumble sounded through the cavern. He raised his glowing fist and shouted out to the morlocks and skrulls alike, "No one else dies today! This stupid fight is for nothing, just madness! We don't have to keep trying to kill each other! We just need to get everyone the hell out of here!" Where was his team? 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