| Welcome to Xmen Revolution. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
- Pages:
- 1
- 2
| Bringing a Bat to a Ray Gun fight; Open | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Jun 28 2012, 09:45 PM (1,050 Views) | |
| George | Jul 10 2012, 06:47 PM Post #16 |
|
Elastic Body, Heightened Strength, Manipulation Of Form
|
George took a moment to gap at the light daggers sticking out of the thing before shaking off the awe. "Yeah, that'll work," he said and turned to the newcomers, and nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of the giant spider person. He hated spiders. Not in a girly-screamy way, but they creeped him out. Those beady black eyes. Those weird legs. Those fangs. He couldn't quell the unconscious shiver that ran through him but the guy didn't seem like he was going for his neck. He tried not to think about it and moved away from him. "I'm as much into taking other people's shit as the next guy, especially after you beat the crap out of 'em, but I think Inky has a point, slugger," George said, chipping in his two-cent before he ventured down the alley to a main street and peered around the corner. He turned and spoke over his shoulder, "Can any of us spot this things any other way than eyeballing 'em? I'm George, by the way," he added after Icy introduced herself to the group. George... seriously, he needed an awesome name. It was one more thing to add to the list if they made it out of this. Peering down the street, there wasn't an advancing army but lasers shot from the downed ship, taking pot-shots at anyone trying to make a break for it out in the open. "Is anyone else getting that zombie-vibe from this situation? I know it's alien invasion," he continued, taking it for granted that the others knew what they were talking about when they kept talking about aliens, "but it feels more like an end-of-the-world ... thing. I dunno, maybe it's just because zombies are hot right now... everything has zombies in it. Though, aliens attacking New York would make an awesome movie," he rambled on, on some level knowing he was being stupid, people had been killed and two aliens were lying at their feet, but he couldn't stop his mouth from rambling. "If we want to get to X-Corp, it'll have to be by the back streets. This way looks clear." He hadn't gone three steps before there was a firework explosion of lights from a nearby building, followed by flames and billowing black smoke. Instinctively, he thought he knew what had happened; some of the folks in Mutant Town had a slippery grip on their powers and the least little thing would set them off. Alien ships falling out of the sky definitely could do it. "Crap," he said as he took in the people suddenly pouring out of the building and others hanging out of their windows, gasping for air, "Looks like some firestarter lost it." |
![]() |
|
| Spoilsport | Jul 14 2012, 03:24 AM Post #17 |
|
Unregistered
|
…“Riiight, well it’s best to put that down now in case it blows up in our faces”.. Spoilsport looked from Ink to the gun in her hands and the concept that the gun might be rigged to explode when handled by non skrull dawned on her. With a look of abject panic on her helmeted head, she very carefully placed the gun back in its holster and rolled a dozen feet away from the skrull corpse. “Yeah, good point”. She admitted to herself that the idea of turning the enemy’s weapons upon them had overridden her common sense. She listened to what everyone had to say in those brief moments and agreed with just about all of it. Fast and sneaky was certainly the best way she could think of when an unknown number of enemy soldier doing their own recon. “I can get some height and scout ahead…” She was interrupted by an explosion that ripped flames across a building. Charla barely had time to wonder at the cause before she spotted people hanging from windows trying to escape the fire. Now Charla was far from the altruistic sort, too vain by half and in love with the best skates she could get. She was no angel and wasn’t even a law abiding citizen at times. But deep in her heart she knew right from wrong, it was part of the reason she was back in NY and not Sanctuary. So when she saw people struggling for their lives, she didn’t think about herself, she only thought about what she could do and reacted as fast as she could. She had to be fast because the alien warriors would be coming too. Gravity shifted under her command and within a dozen seconds, she was already skating up the wall of the fiery building. She was heading for the highest person, five stories up, a frail looking woman holding a struggling cat. There’s always one. |
|
|
| Ink | Jul 15 2012, 09:33 PM Post #18 |
![]()
Iconographic Power Mimicry
|
He didn’t pay much heed, if any, to Ariel’s aggravated retort. Truth be told, he wasn’t bothering to listen to anything she had to say as he was distracted by the engines of extraterrestrial destruction that hung above them in the blackening sky. At this point, the streets were so filled with a cacophony of panicked screams that their own voices would likely be but a drop of water in the sea of shouting. Ink’s ears perked up a bit when the plan to make their way to X-Corps was declared. Was everyone an X-Men groupie these days or was he just that unlucky to be drowning in them so often these days? Still, the plan was sound and he wouldn’t let his bitter feelings toward the ‘X’ groups dampen his survival instincts. Of course, all that seemed to wash away in a flood of nonsensical absurdity as the apartments nearby were engulfed in unnatural flames. The flickering orange tongues seemed to pulse and recede as though they were breathing. As others ran away from the blazing structure, Ink ran toward the crowded doorway, pushing through the mass of bodies. For all the disdain he held for the X-Men, their training still dwelled within the ink-etched mutant. “Hey, Blue!” he cried out. He hadn’t caught the ice-wielding mutant’s name. “Do what you do, okay?!” He turned to Anansi, his fellow brother in arms. “Do your best Spider-Man impression and save the fuckin’ day! George, if you can make a slide for the people that are higher up with that silly putty trick of yours then that’d be choice, cuz! If you can think of somethin’ better, then by all means! The important thing is we just handle this shit and we handle it fast!” Rushing into the building’s lower floor, Ink was met with a wave of heat that swaddled his body as he pushed through the sweltering air. A portion of the thermal upsurge was warded off in thanks to his latest little piece of body art. Glinting in the orange glow, Ink’s diamond skin created a welcome buffer against the heat, but he could only hold out for so long before it did little difference. He recalled a survival class in which Beast had mentioned that temperatures could reach up to three hundred degrees in rooms that weren’t even directly on fire – enough to melt plastic or cook the human body alive if you managed to stay conscious through the agony. Ink cursed himself beneath hot breath. “Anyone here?” he called out. “Any cripples or old folks in need of rescue or something?!” A penetrating scream came down from the second floor. Ink was up the stairs and at the door within seconds it seemed. He could feel the heat of the flames that swelled within the overhead floors bearing down on him. Slamming madly into the door where the scream was still emanating from, he barreled into the living room when it finally gave way. His lungs felt like singed rice paper. “Hey! Hello?!” he shouted. More sobs and a yelp followed before a little voice replied, “I-I’m here!” Sprinting into the next room, Ink caught sight of a diminutive huddled figure holding onto a still, black bundle. It was a little girl, no more than seven years old and clutching onto a Labrador puppy in her arms that wasn’t moving despite her attempts to wake it. She looked up at him with cerulean orbs, russet tresses matted against a sweat-ridden forehead. Oh, fuck my life, he thought. “Alright now listen, kid. I’m gonna get you and Fido out of here, okay? I promise.” “H-how’d you know his name? Is h-he g-gonna be okay?” she asked meekly, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks. “Lucky guess. I’ll hang onto him and you climb on my back. Deal? We’re gonna have to rush out before it gets too hot,” he cooed in a reassuring tone. “I promise I’ll get you out of here and that your mutt'll be just fine. Is your mom here? Anybody else in the house?” “N-no! My mommy and daddy are at work!” The tattooed man frowned. What kind of a moron left their seven year old at home without a babysitter in a place like Mutant Town? Ink rolled his eyes as he took hold of the little puppy, still as death in his hands, and knelt down with his back turned to the child. They didn’t have very much time left before the ceiling began to give way. Flaming patches began to appear above them as the spackle ignited and then melted away. “Alright, hop on and just hold tight for fuck’s sake!” he ordered. With the girl atop his back and the puppy held close to his chest, Ink swiftly made his way to the door, down the stairs, and finally out of the building. A pillar smoke rose like a smoldering, ashen obelisk in the sky as the flames seemed to double in size. When the trio hit the cool air outside, the canine pup began to stir, licking at Ink’s fingers. He couldn’t help but grin slightly, though he quickly stifled the expression of joyous relief. “Jaime?! Jaime?!” a feminine voice called out. It was a mutant woman, bald and alabaster-skinned, running toward the trio with a gaze that expressed both terror and alleviation. She stopped just short of them, catching her breath in great heaves. “You the mother?” Ink queried, not bothering to disguise his repulsion. “What? No, I’m their neighbor,” she replied. “Jaime! Why didn’t you answer the door when I called for you? I didn’t know you were in there!” “I-I’m sorry, Mrs. M, but Fido wasn’t moving! I was t-trying to get him to wake up...” “Thank you so much! Thank you! I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been here,” the woman lavished on Ink. “She would’ve been a burnt corpse… Next time you see her parents, punch them square in the jaw for me, got it? Full force.” “Uh… Sure, yeah! You know what? I probably will!" she replied. "Come on, Jaime. You can come with me to a shelter, okay sweetie?” He let the kid down off his back and handed over the now-lively pup, stroking its fuzz-covered head before turning back to the burning building and his friends within. This was turning into a bigger shit storm than he needed to be subjected to so soon after everything. Heroic deeds be damned, he was not in the mood. Still, the fact that he saved a small child and her adorable canine companion from a burning building might provide him an 'in' with Dagger. If they survived this pandemonium, that was. There was always a silver lining no matter how hilariously twisted one had to be in order to perceive it. |
[align=center]"Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past." - Jack London![]() Biohazardous Touch - Night Vision - Explosive Strike - Enhanced Durability Cerebro File - Thread Journal[/align] | |
![]() |
|
| Ariel Jensen | Jul 16 2012, 11:41 AM Post #19 |
![]()
Cryokinesis
|
A wave of relief ran through her when it seemed like they all were in on the idea of getting to X-corp, Ariel would have gone there no matter if she was going there alone or not, but having a team of mutants who all wanted to save their planet increased her chances of surviving this by at least 0,5 %. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the best idea to put a number on her chances of surviving or even the chances of the people of earth prevailing and win over the skrull. She glanced over at Christian and smiled as she saw him nod and she took a deep breath and turned to George “Okay. You’re right. We have to be quick thou-“ it seemed like nothing would like for her to finish a goddamn sentence without cutting her off first. An explosion sounded and before she noticed the amount of screaming people running out of the building next to them, she felt the heat increase around her. “Goddammit…” she thought and stepped backwards shielding her eyes with her good arm. “Hey, Blue!” She looked over at the guy with the tattoos, she had just told him her name and it seemed like he had already forgotten it, Focus Ari. This is not the time to get annoyed over such petty things! she thought to herself and looked at him “Yeah!?” she cried back, unsure of what he wanted. “Do what you do, okay?!” Ariel closed her eyes “I’m weak in warmth!” she cried back at him, but it was too late. He had already told Anansi to do some hero rescuing and had run into the building. What a fool… was her only thought as she ran over to a fire hydrant across from the building and looked around to figure out how to open it. She quickly froze the metal as much as she could and started kicking it to break. It took her several kicks with all of her strength to get it to break. “Yes!” she said as she saw the water sprout up into the open air. She then took a deep breath and started to use the water molecules that was now set free in the atmosphere around them and started icing the flames. The flames quickly melted the ice, but it didn’t much matter, as the ice just became water and so it started to slowly delay the fire from spreading, buying the others some time to get people out. “Hurry up! I can’t hold it forever!” she yelled towards the others. It would have been easier if she had both her arms to work with. |
![]() Profile Thanks to Steve for the awesome Avatar and Signature!!! | |
![]() |
|
| Anansi | Jul 18 2012, 09:55 PM Post #20 |
![]()
Spider physiology
|
He stood off to the side listening to everyone letting his eyes track around the neighborhood around them. A massive explosion from nearby apartment complexes sent shock waves through the concrete tossing things about. Thankfully crouching low to the ground gave him a sense of balance to avoid falling down. The first thing he wanted to do was flee back into the sewers but ultimately he stayed. Looking back at the carnage he tried his best to think about what he could do. Seeing Ink call out to him to do his best spider0man impression he chuckled and laughed. "Yeah I'll get right on that," he mumbled to himself as he crouched and launched himself to the wall on the third floor. Avoiding the fire as best he could, Anansi crawled into the building thankful he could climb. Though unfortunately all the flames were going up the walls. Stopping he shifted his eyes into the UV spectrum, casting his sight all around looking for any type of movements. The smell fot eh ash and smoke was starting to get to his head, so he moved quickly through the building. Not seeing anyone on this floor, he moved up through a hole in the floor. Immediately the vibrations of someone crying reached his hairs and he quickly scurried to the sound, his vision picking up a mildly cooler spot of body heat. Opening a closet door he looked down to see a little boy cowering from the flames. "Cmon little guy lets get you out of here," he said crouching down and holding out a hand. As if waking from a dream, the little boy screeched as his first look at Anansi. He then realized that he was a spider, and he sat up saying "Oh you look so cool," the boy said as he took Anansi's hand. Smiling under his mandibles, he helped the little guy to his feet. "Ok you need to hold on and stay close," the spider said as he picked the boy up and held him in a set of his arms. Suddenly a burst of flame erupted through the hallway forcing him back to avoid the scalding heat. Seeing no other way out except for window, he looked down at the boy. "Hold on tight we are going for a ride," Anansi said nervously as he held the boy before backing up and taking a running start. Putting on a burst of speed he braced himself and with his remaining arms, put them over his eyes as he connected with the glass. A burst of flame followed him as the oxygen rushed into the flames. Launching towards the opposite wall he reached out with his arms and grabbing hold of the wall stuck and slid at least 10 feet along the glass. Checking on the boy, he found him smiling up at him before he said "that was fun can we do it again?" "Maybe some other time but for now lets get you down to the ground," Anansi said as he crawled down the wall heading towards the ground. Landing on the pavement he crouched releasing the little boy from his arms, who inadvertently gave him a hug in thanks before running off to who he assumed was his mother. |
![]() |
|
| Spoilsport | Jul 23 2012, 05:10 AM Post #21 |
|
Unregistered
|
Charla was technically a healthy and fit young woman but strong did not belong in her description. For a female of her age and build, she was a little stronger than average and that was that. An elderly woman and her cat were about the limit she could lift in her arms and still maintain full control over her gravity bending. A struggling old crone and her mangy animal was seriously testing Charla’s ability to its fullest. Spoilsport did not enjoy being called a “Satan spawned freak” and for the whole five stories down the side of the burning building, the temptation to simply drop the elderly woman was extremely high. Nonetheless she succeeded in earning her scout badge for assisting the elderly and was elated to see her rescuee hobble off to safety once down on the ground. “Grody old hag” she muttered to herself. Looking up to the building and was amazed at the work Icy was doing keeping the flames under control. Charla judged that the small group pretty much had the situation under control and there wasn’t anything much more she could do to help. As far as she could tell, all at risk people were rescued. At risk from the burning building anyway, there was still a world of Skrulls to beat up. Riding over to Icy, she patted the cryokinetic on the shoulder. “You got mad skill Icy”. Charla waited until the group had gathered a little. To everyone she said “We’re going to head over to this X Corps, get intel and start our counterattack. Icy, you lead the way. Let’s get the hell out of here before the uglies turn up. This fire here just gave us the distraction we need”. |
|
|
| George | Jul 24 2012, 05:06 AM Post #22 |
|
Elastic Body, Heightened Strength, Manipulation Of Form
|
"A slide?" George looked up at the top of the burning building. "Okay... I can do that," he said running toward the building. A terrible scream of metal and the panicked cries of wide-eyed people drew his attention. The iron fire escape was packed; the bolts on one section had torn free from the building under the sudden weight of people. It was just a matter of seconds before the other section would snap, crushing screaming people as it folded up into a twisted heap of metal. "Hold on!" George yelled and frantically reached up. His purple body stretched like taffy, limbs thinning as they lengthened. Suddenly, a loud snap heralded the death of the last bolts holding up the metal frame. As it toppled forward, George rose from beneath it, grabbing the frame and pinning it against the side of the building. "Come on, move it!" he yelled through the grimace of effort of holding it up; the thing was a lot heavier than looked. And metal, he suddenly realized as the heat of the fire traveled along it. "Ow ow, damn it, I'm not fire-proof," he swore as he shifted his grip as people clamored down the rickety structure. They were moving fast but he felt his grip slipping as the heat climbed from painful to unbearable. He gritted his teeth and tried to block out the thought of cooking his hands when, to George's great relief, it suddenly cooled as Icy came to the rescue; returning the favor from his save earlier, he guessed. Was that teamwork? He'd never been on a team before, it was a new and strange concept for the loner. "Thanks for the save, Icy," he called over his shoulder as the metalwork cooled. After everyone was down, he let the fire escape collapse, a satisfied grin on his face. Satisfied until he caught three words spoken by a little kid not far away, then his eyes widened in horror - Purple Spaghetti Man. "Oh, no," he turned to the little kid, "nononono. No, see, it's gotta be something cooler. It's..." he was at a loss. He sucked at coming up with names. "Purple Spaghetti Man," the little kid piped up again in a high fluty voice as he... possibly she, it was kinda hard to tell, was ushered away to the safety of a nearby building by a fat old woman. George's head drooped, his stringy purple hair falling in front of his face. That was a name that would hang like stone around his neck, he just knew it. But he soon shook free of the moment, there were bigger worries, they still had to make it to the X-Corp building and Icy had a bum arm that needed to be looked after. "Yeah, we ought to get going," he agreed and headed off with them. He took a last look over his shoulder at the smoking-wreck of a building and lack of corpses on the ground. "We did pretty damn good." |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · Skrull Plot Archives · Next Topic » |
- Pages:
- 1
- 2












2:23 PM Jul 11