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| The Golden Path; Any XFI in the Building | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 29 2012, 04:30 PM (1,276 Views) | |
| Jet Black | Jun 29 2012, 04:30 PM Post #1 |
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Date: May 20th, 2012 After Existence (Starting at the hospital then back to XFI HQ) Jet landed herself just outside the hospital. It only took her a few minutes to reach the hospital that Layla was in. Once she landed she sped walked in through the emergency room and towards the stairs. People were running around, crazed, scared, and trying to figure out what was happening. The blonde stormed up the stairs taking deep breaths, worried for her team mates life that she didn't even realize that she was getting out of breath at around the 10th floor. Layla was held just a few more floors up. She didn't want to cause any further panic by using her powers within the building. Once she reached the floor she spoke to the nurses running behind the nurses' station in a panic, "Hi, yes, hello! Hey!" The nurses were so busy and panicked that they weren't paying much attention. "Hello lady?!" Finally a nurse paid attention to her and spoke rather annoyed to be interrupted, "Yes, ma'am? We're in the middle of something. Someone will be with you shortly." Oh no she didn't... Jet glowered at her and shouted, "Hey!! I know damn well better than you what's going on I need your help. I am not below trying to find out for myself." The tone of her voice surprised even the blonde, it was harsh, mean, and ready to beat someone, but it got the nurses attention, she returned back, worried that Jet was a hostile person who needed to be restrained, "I just need you to tell me Layla Miller's status, I'm her team mate, we got a call she took a turn for the worst." The nurse looked confused, and shook her head, "Ma'am, Ms. Miller is still stable... We didn't call." Jet shook her head, "No I was there, our team mate got a call from you guys saying she wasn't doing-" The nurse chimed in quickly, "I'm sorry ma'am, but all the lines are down, they have been since that news report... We wouldn't have been able to call if she did start to crash." The look on her face reflected as loud and as clear as the space ships outside. The hurt and betrayal. "I heard his phone..." A voice behind the nurse called out a name, she turned to look at the origin of the voice and held up her index finger. "Ma'am if you'd like to go see her... She's in her usual room. I don't know who told you what but... I promise you we couldn't and didn't call." She walked away leaving Jet to the reception. She looked at the phones on the other side of the counter and heard nothing. The phones were silent, not ringing, and completely still. Highly unusual for a hospital to not have a single phone ring on a normal day. This was a day of crisis, and not a single line was taken. Jet reached for one of the phones behind the counter and heard nothing on the other end. After she hung that phone up the blonde reached for her phone and tried that. Again, nothing. She dashed for Layla's room and entered. The blonde didn't check on her team mate's condition, instead she closed the door behind her and leaned against it. "It couldn't-" She tried to shake off the suspicion, almost like she didn't want it to be true. "No..." Her hand that held her phone dropped down to her side. She knew she couldn't ignore it. Not that she was a master sleuth but it was too big to ignore. She took a deep breath, hating that she believed the lies of an imposter. Whoever he was, he was making her best friend into a liar. Jet felt she couldn't leave Layla, unprotected. But she had to try and stop faux Guido. A sinking feeling entered her heart and stomach. If the call was supposed to take her away from HQ, what was he going to do to warrant the distraction? Why did he distract her to get away rather than take her down? Whatever it was he had one flaw. Communication. A sudden bubble of anger shot through her body. The blonde's hands shook when she clenched them into fists. She walked carefully to glance at her team mate, resting and stable. After turning back around she went through the door and closed it behind her. Layla was stronger than the Silverlight gave her credit for. She would be okay. But if the imposter was still at HQ, and no one else knew it, then they were all in danger. She went to the stairs and powered up, heading upward. Once she reached the top level she exited a door that lead to the roof. For all she knew the entire team was one of those things. Once she saw the alien filled sky she took to flying herself. Running off the side and flying off back to Mutant Town. She flew as fast as she could, but if she was too late, Jet couldn't stomach the thought, she had to get there, she had to be there just in time. She had to fight a creature that looked like her best friend. And Silverlight had to win. It took too damn long, or at least it seemed like it, to reach the XFI building. She landed and powered down, taking a deep breath. If Guido was on the other side she would have to put off an amazing act. If the Skrull could do it as Guido, then it should be too hard for Jet to pull it off. She entered the building, "Hello? Anyone here?" Maybe it was stupid of her to be hopeful that the rest of her team wasn't a Skrull. But hope was all she had at the moment. |
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| Overkill | Jul 3 2012, 01:13 PM Post #2 |
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Blake focused on his food. Partly because it was tasty, but mainly because he needed to distract himself and there was nothing else there to do the job. Conversation was tense, everyone was nervous and on edge. The tv was no help. The human tv networks had taken over again but every channel was showing emergency news broadcasts and they never had anything new or interesting to say. They didn't know any more than anything else. It was just the same thing over and over, and nothing that Blake couldn't find out by himself by looking out a window. Half of the team had run off god knows where, doing god knows what. There was no plan, no coordinated actions to do. The suspense was killing him faster than the aliens by a country mile. So he'd had a shower and then after some frantic searching for Jet he had resigned himself to getting food. Of course, barring Melissa's shopping she'd brought home earlier there was nothing in the fridge and that meant going out. It meant going out to one of the fine establishments that were all no doubt devoid of staff at this time. But Blake didn't see any harm in jumping the counter at McDonald's and whipping up some custom burgers for himself and anyone else back at HQ who might want one. With a big paper bag loaded up with warm-ish burgers and fries Blake trudged back to the big building that was now his home as much as anywhere else. It wasn't long after that a voice came from the entrance and Blake's head shot around the corner, a hopeful expression on his face. He sighed as he saw Jet, relief clear. "Jet, where the fuck 'ave you been?" He asked like a parent. "Are you ok? You went to look for Guido and never came back so we looked for you for a li'tle bit but you weren't anywhere nearby so we figured there was nothing we could do. We thought you'd been snatched up or wha'ever." He reached around the corner into the kitchen and picked up the bag of fast food, holding it out in her direction. "At least you alright, 'ave a burger if ya want." There was a pause. "Apparently McDonald's 'as a no closing for the end of life as we know it policy now that it's 'appened so many times." He added with a smirk. |
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| Jet Black | Jul 4 2012, 06:50 PM Post #3 |
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A voice sounded, it was Blake asking her where she had been. The concern was apparent in his voice as he asked her if she was okay. That the last thing they knew was her looking for Guido. Yet another piece of the puzzle that fit all too well. He held out a bag of food in her direction and cracked a joke. “No that’s okay, Blake. I’m not too hungry. Say…” She started as she looked around, “You haven’t seen Guido have you?” Her voice reflected curiosity. Whether he would answer that or not she closed the distance between them and spoke in an urgent but hushed voice, “Look… about Guido...” She paused, it hurt for her to say this, but she knew, she knew, that the man walking around looking like the Strong Guy was not their Strong Guy. “Watch your back with him. I don’t know if he’ll come back to HQ but-“ Jet paused, “He’s one of those things. A Skrull.” She spoke, one hundred percent positive about what she knew. The proof in her mind was iron clad. While, to the others it would possibly seem sketchy, but the fact remained that not only were communications down, but he lied about Layla. Thank God he was, but it was enough to reveal him without ever having to see her best friend shift into the same green bastards that tried to take over the entire planet. Even with that revelation she had to make sure the rest of the team know, even if she was taking the chance that she was letting a fellow Skrull know. With that in mind she took a few steps away from Blake, it was better to be safe than sorry. She trusted Monet, after the mind walk, she knew that she wasn’t one of them. Unfortunately, she could no longer vouch for the other members of the team. Damn, these Skrulls were too convincing. They took her friends, family, the thoughts started to fuel her to want to fight back even harder then they attacked. They were months in the making, maybe even years the blonde didn’t know. But the moments, the mere seconds it took for them to fuck up their lives created a very angry Silverlight. No one took her family and got away with it. |
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| Jubilation | Jul 6 2012, 08:41 PM Post #4 |
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The team had probably been wondering where she had gone off to when the fleet arrived. The answer was simple: Jubilee had gone to check up on her aunt to make sure that the woman was alright. Even though she honestly did not care, she kept up the illusion. Hope was doing perfectly fine though concerned her precious, little niece was going to be in for quite the battle. She knew well that Jubilee and her X-friends could not keep to themselves and let matters be. It was a quality that made them who they were, an irritating quality. Once Jubilee left her aunt’s home, she headed back to the XFI headquarters to check on the team, see if anyone had been killed off yet. Anyone from the roster would do. Eventually they all would meet the same fate and she would laugh. Jubilee was more than ready for her people to claim what was theirs by right. The blue moped pulled up in front of the office. Jubilee headed up the stairs and into the building and saw that Blake was holding a conversation with Jet. They both looked rather concerned, Jet moreso. “Ooo I haven’t eaten all day.” She snagged a burger from the bag and handed it back to him. “Uh, so what’s going with you guys?” Jubilee unwrapped the burger then took a big bite. She had been on this side of the veil for a long time and still did not quite enjoy the taste of sloppy, greasy fast food despite how much she ate it. It was tolerable, it had to be anyway. |
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| Jamie Madrox | Jul 6 2012, 09:16 PM Post #5 |
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Time dragged on. The multiple wasn’t sure how long he’d been staring at his own reflection in the mirror. His eyes were dry and he honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken a breath. It was severed. The connection to Prime…the link that bound them all together-totally severed. Closing his eyes he looked down at the sink, and tried to moisten his lips. His throat was dry and he felt light-headed. Without warning he lurched forward, barely making it to the toilet in time to avoid spraying vomit all over the bathroom. Prime was dead. Never in his life had he felt so much pain and loneliness. Never had he known these feelings of being lost and…”Abandoned.” Splashing some cold water in his face, he looked in the mirror again, hoping his reflection would give him some kind of guidance. In return all he saw was the same lost and hopeless expression looking back at him. “Look… about Guido...” Hearing Jet’s voice from the other room, he cracked the door open just a little. “Watch your back with him. I don’t know if he’ll come back to HQ but-“ Jet paused, “He’s one of those things. A Skrull.” The dupe blinked his eyes and shook his head. That wasn’t possible. Guido? Who would make him a Skrull? Were they insane? Swinging the door open silently he stepped out just as Jubilee stepped in with dinner as if nothing had happened at all. It all struck him very wrong. Hearing Jet accuse Guido of being a Skrull. Watching Jubilee lift that burger up to her face to take a bite. Prime was dead. The thought that they couldn’t possibly have known that didn’t come into play. It wouldn’t have mattered if it did. Without thinking about what he was doing the dupe grabbed the burger out of her hand and hurled it against the wall with an angry yell. “What the hell is wrong with you people!” The edges of things got a little blurry as he looked around. He could hear their voices…muffled as if underwater. Nobody was there to catch him when he collapsed, crashing into a wooden table and breaking off the legs. |
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| Overkill | Jul 7 2012, 04:25 PM Post #6 |
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Jet declined the offer of food, fair enough. Blake didn't expect that everyone would have an appetite with all the drama going on, but doesn't mean you stop offering, even if you didn't know if your friends were even themselves any more. There was a pause before Jet asked after Guido, looking around almost like she was distracted. His eyes traced the path of hers, finding she seemed to be staring off into space. "Not all day. We were 'oping you'd bring 'im back with you." He replied with an apologetic shrug. He guessed she was probably worried about him, after all despite what he'd heard about their little failed romance she clearly cared for the big guy. Unexpectedly Jet shuffled up right close to Blake and he felt himself tense, across the shoulders, a little in his triceps, and his hands closed in loose fists. His shoulders edged up and a slight slide of his foot brought his stance comfortably wide. Subconsciously he was ready to unleash on her if she gave him even the slightest whiff of malevolence. But she didn't attack, she whispered. She claimed Guido was batting for the other side... In the least gay way possible. Blake's eyes narrowed, who was to say she was a reliable source. On the one hand she hadn't done anything that made Blake overly suspicious, but on the other hand going missing for a while didn't help him trust her. Still the idea that her information may be untrustworthy struck a chord with something he had been thinking about. If the aliens had agents in place, why not use them? Furthermore why tell all the earthlings about them? The skrulls had put them in the position of knowing that the threat was out there, but not knowing where or when it was coming. There was only one thing that could be, a psychological attack. The skrulls were trying to sow mistrust. The problem was that didn't help him at all. Jet accusing Guido was textbook for that kind of strategy, but at the same time if she was telling the truth and he didn't believe her he was falling right into the enemy's game plan. Eyes still slits he glanced towards the hallway and uttered his reply. "Just say I trusted you about this... And I'm not sayin' I do. What would you plan on doin' about-" But he cut himself off short as the front door opened. He looked up to see Jubilee walking in. God only knew if he should trust her either, but he what he knew was that there was nothing to be gained in her walking in to Blake and Jet having their little private chat. He held up the fast food bag to the new comer and in true to character the girl took a burger from it. Jubilee asked what was up and Blake took up the slack in a heartbeat, not knowing if Jet was a master of deception or couldn't lie her way out of a paper bag. "We were just talkin' about the team." He replied, keeping a little concern on his face. "We were just saying 'ow it's worrying with everyone scattered and so many that we 'aven't even seen all day. I mean up until ten seconds ago we 'ad no idea if you were alright." He continued lying flawlessly. Blake had always been a bit of a private person, not hugely trusting of others and this situation wasn't breeding any more of that commodity. As far as he was concerned there was absolutely no reason to clue in anyone else on what he and Jet had been discussing. Admittedly they wouldn't get the chance anyway. Madrox walked into the room like some kind of zombie and yelled at Jubilee asking what was wrong with them while he threw her burger at the wall. Ignoring the wet splat as the burger half stuck to the wall and slid down leaving a messy white and red sauce trail, Blake tried to recover from his confusion while he retorted on auto-pilot. "We're 'ungry that's what. Christ mate, you could 'ave 'ad one if you'da just asked..." But Jamie wasn't listening. His eyes glazed over and he tumbled backwards, crashing into a wooden table and breaking it as he collapsed to the ground. Blake dropped the food bag, abandoning it as his mind jumped to more important things. He dropped to his knees, sliding across the polished floors to his the side of his boss and friend. Blake stared down at Jamie's face giving him a tap on the cheek and repeating his name. "Fuck. Jamie, what's wrong? Talk to us mate." He asked with tension in his voice. There was no ambulance service, no access to hospitals, they were on their own here. Jamie really couldn't have possibly picked a worse time to develop narcolepsy. |
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| Jet Black | Jul 7 2012, 07:00 PM Post #7 |
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Blake was asking her what she planned on doing with the information she had. But he couldn’t finish his sentence and she couldn’t answer him as Jubilee had bounced through the door. Like nothing was wrong. Melissa didn’t know either when the report of the Skrulls first came out. Blake’s way of dealing with the Skrulls invasion was understood, through food and jokes. Guido would have been the same way. But Jubilee, it was just too calm, too light, too unworried. It was her powers that glitched and destroyed Madison’s workshop. Now that Jet knew Guido was a Skrull her mind worked all angles to see if everyone was a Skrull. Blake took to lying. She wondered why he did that. Maybe it was because he didn’t trust her too. Or maybe it was because they were both those Skrulls and he was protecting her. She took another step back. Just then, before the blonde could say anything, Jamie burst through, throwing the food and shouting at them. She looked at him in grave concern, Blake was answering when the look on Jamie’s face made her lower her eyebrows. He crashed to the floor. She rushed to his side along with Blake. He lightly tapped on Jamie’s cheek and tried to rouse him. Jet took Jamie in her arms to hold him. She looked up to Jubilee and spoke, “Go get one of the bottled waters in the fridge, don’t open it just bring it to me, and a cold washcloth.” She tried her best to stay as calm as possible, and not freak out. But she needed to keep a cool head. “Don’t open that water, Jubilee…” It was almost a warning. She wasn’t going to trust and opened bottled water, the chance of poison or some other drug to keep Jamie down crossed her mind. Jet hated the conspiracy theory mind she was quickly developing but she’ll be damned if she was going to leave a downed man with two potential Skrulls. As soon as Jubilee would leave, she used her free hand, the one she wasn’t holding Jamie with, to give him a pat down. Checking for weapons, she didn’t want to take the chance that Jamie was hiding a dagger to plunge into her back. As she did, she spoke to Blake, “Why lie, Blake? If Jubilee isn’t one of those Skrulls, why wouldn’t you want her to know what we were saying?” She didn’t know who was a Skrull and who wasn’t. She shook her head, still being aware of his movements, but as she didn’t find any sort of weapon on Jamie, she turned her attention to him. She looked down at him, speaking softly, “Jamie? Jamie wake up.” Jet waited for Jubilee to return; whenever she did, she would take great care in inspecting the water bottle, to make sure it wasn’t tampered with. Tipping it to look for any odd leaks, the seal to be broken, anything, and everything was now under question. The blonde would even inspect the washcloth, smelling it to make sure there was nothing on it that could seep into Jamie’s pores. Right then, anything was possible, and everyone could be a Skrull. Save for one, and Monet wasn’t around to help her. She feared the worst and suspected everyone. |
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| Jubilation | Jul 7 2012, 09:02 PM Post #8 |
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“What the hell?!” Jamie came out of nowhere and tossed her food across the room. What in the world had him so damn pissed off? What had happened? Yea there were a bunch of alien vessels floating overhead, but that was no reason to take his frustrations out on them. Before he could explain himself, he fainted right there in front of them. Jubilee gasped and stepped back as he crashed through the table. That looked like it hurt. As Blake and Jet rushed over to tend to their fallen comrade, Jubilee took a step back to get a good view of all three. “Yea, yea okay I got it.” Jet really did not want her to open the water up. She was no doubt scared that the Asian woman was not truly who she claimed to be. Wise blonde… an apparent rarity among the humans. Jubilee turned and rushed into the kitchen to retrieve the desired objects. She smiled. This was the perfect opportunity to strike, the perfect chance to put an end to their lives. The loss of these two would be a significant blow to the team and its morale. Instead of grabbing a bottle of water, Jubilee grabbed something much more useful, to her at least. With their attention focused on Jamie, she was free to act. Jubilee turned around and flung a large butcher knife with deadly accuracy right at Jet’s back. No time was lost between the knife leaving her hand and the conjuring of pyrotechnic energy. Jubilee thrust forward sending dual beams of energy at both of them with every intention to kill. The time for hiding was over with. It was now time to eliminate every threat to her people. Jamie was already out of the game, at least the prime anyway. Two more bodies and counting. |
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| Kyle Gibney | Jul 8 2012, 01:13 AM Post #9 |
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Permission from Jet and Jubilee for what happens in this post. The feral had been in the basement, specifically Madison Jefferies' workshop, just looking over everything that was still damaged in the somewhat cleaned up shop. Box wasn't here, but the robot stood still in the room. Kyle didn't know where Madison was but he sure hoped he was safe in all of this. People were running around all over the place, everything was erratic. No one trusted anyone. Except Kyle, Kyle trusted people, well not exactly trusted...but he believed hat things would be okay. He just wanted a little solace and peace from it within Box's fortress of solitude with the machines. Kyle didn't really get machines, he was a nature guy, but he knew what was a work of art and what wasn't. Despite the ruin, everything Box made was a work of art. The quiet was ruined when there was a slump and a crash from upstairs from what his elfish ears picked up. He couldn't smell who was all up there, everyone on the team's scent was all over this place. He left the robot and gadgets to their dark sanctuary and ran up the stairs. To see a knife fly through the air right in front of him, aimed for Jet who was turning just as the knife flew. The attacker was a familiar face, or was it? Kyle's amber eyes locked onto Jubilee and ran. Barely a thought ran through his head as he saw the pyrotechnic energies forming out of the impostor's hands. The blonde feral with roar tackled 'Jubilee', the blasts missing their mark, hitting the ceiling which began to creak, and groan. Kyle was going into a rage, feelings of betrayal crept into his heart, more important the instinct to protect what was his was starting to over run everything. Including his own need for safety taking on someone who could blow shit up from their fingers. Kyle pulled back a fist to punch the girl directly in the face. |
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| Riva | Jul 8 2012, 06:52 AM Post #10 |
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The inability to communicate with anyone beyond a holler down the street was maddening. Pacing around her room, fighting a doomed battle between herself and a nonexistent wireless communications infrastructure, Riva tried everything. Their landlines, her cell phone, the internet, their little XFI communicators. Nothing worked, not so much as a crackle. Not that it surprised Riva either; she was far from a techhead like Maddy or anyone like him. Resisting the urge to throw her phone across the room in frustration, mainly because it cost too much damn money to go and shatter it to pieces or embed it inside the sheetrock, Riva fell backwards and onto her bed with a resigned flop. Jubilee was… somewhere. She didn’t know, and at the moment didn’t much care. Her thoughts were more preoccupied with what was happening out in the rest of the city, at X-Corp and their recent history of tragedy and murder that now started to weave an even more grisly picture. It made her stomach roil more to think, no, know, that those green martians were definitely in the not-for-profit organization, a silent threat that could spring at any moment and hurt someone else. The possibility that her own coworkers, her closest friends, might not be who they said they were just twisted the knife even more. And without the ability to call and make sure the people she cared about where all right, well, it put the Cajun in a bad place. “Ah wonder if there’s ships over New Orleans right now,” she wondered out loud to herself, picturing the bright blue Gulf Coast skies filled with space ships, casting their menacing shadow over the Big Easy and its surrounding boroughs, over her mother’s house in Gretna and the quaint ranch-style home her grandparents still called their own in Bayou Lafourche. She wondered, but right now, she’d never know for sure. Uncertainty and regret weighed on her heavily, but Riva somehow managed to pull herself away from her bed, slipping her feet into a pair of old sneakers. Fingers tied the laces as her eyes looked up into the golden slits between angled window blinds, the aerial armada plain as day. The Cajun snatched up a backpack, filled with bandages and quick first aid things for anyone she might meet injured out on the streets. She wasn’t going to achieve anything crying in her room. Descending the stairs, Riva prepared for the madness she’d undoubtedly run into outside, a populace panicking in the face of invasion. Except she didn’t even need to go outside. The glint of steel, unmistakable, caught the brunette’s eye. In Jet’s shoulder. Jaime was on the floor, and Kyle was snarling like a rabid animal, the feral already on the warpath and tackling Jubilee to the ground. Before she could react, they were already gone, demolishing another room. “C'est quoi ce bordel?” she shouted, at first hurrying towards her hurt friends, but the next moment hesitated. What if this was all a lure? A trick to lower her defenses? The air around her sparked with golden telekinetic energies, floorboards shaking in response as she supported the damaged ceiling overheard with only a thought. Of course, those thoughts would quickly turn to violence if provoked. Pulling the backpack from her shoulder, Riva held it out. “There’s bandages in here. Aspirin. Peroxide. Gauze. Steri-strips. First aid. Ah can help y’all, or Ah can leave it here. Either way, there’s a Martian in our kitchen an’ it’s about t’ run out that fuckin’ door if we don’t stop it.” |
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| Overkill | Jul 8 2012, 04:06 PM Post #11 |
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Jamie was non-responsive and they were all getting worried, but Jet took the reigns, and Blake sat back and let it happen. He didn't know diddly squat about first aid so he'd done about all he could already. Jet dispatched Jubilee for some water and a cloth, turning back to the Englishman after their team mate was gone. She questioned his motives, wondering why he would lie to one of their own. But that was just it, Blake didn't trust that she was one of their own. "If. Exactly." He hissed in return, glancing repeatedly up at the entrance to the kitchen in case she came back. "And what if she is one of them? As long as she's with one of us, she's in no danger of being tricked by Guido if she's still Jubes. But if she isn't, the last thing we want to do is let them know we're onto one of them. We have to be careful who we tell about th-" His latest glance he had peered around, looking further to see just where the firework caster was and he had been met with an alarming sight. He swore as he saw the raised blade set to fly, and dropped from sitting on his heels to down on his elbows and knees, half over the collapsed Jamie with his buffer raised around him to protect them both. A second passed and Blake hadn't been hit with a knife so he pushed up with his hands, spinning on his knees towards the kitchen as he rose towards his feet. A spray of bright energy spewed from the kitchen though and he ducked instinctively as the blasts hit the ceiling instead. Blake once again propelled himself, this time getting to his feet and taking a rapid step forwards under the damaged ceiling before he faltered. He had been about to charge headlong after Kyle and the Skrull, ever eager for combat as he was, but Riva's yell made him hesitate and turn his head back to see what she was yelling about. It took him a moment to register the knife embedded in Jet's shoulder but as he did his forward momentum halted in an instant. What did he do, go after the alien or stay here with Jet? Could Kyle handle the enemy himself? Blake was pretty sure he'd survive the encounter but could he take the bitch down? His conflicted thoughts were interrupted by Riva. She had supplies and seemed to be having the same problems as Blake himself, not knowing which way to go. She had also caught onto something he hadn't however, the roofing that was near collapse. He glanced up, wondering what she was up to with his powers and saw the cracked structure. Riva was right though, the alien was right there and if they didn't do something it was going to get away. A million strategies ran through his head in a second and he rapidly settled on one. "You take care of Jet, I'll get Jamie away from that then try to cut the alien off." He said, indicating with his head to the damaged ceiling while he grabbed Jamie under the armpits. With a smooth and short throb of his powers, he sped them across the room, setting Jamie down carefully nearer to the front door, where he wouldn't be in trouble if that section of roof collapsed. Jet and Riva could move for themselves, and hopefully Riva would know what to do about the bloody great knife jammed in the blonde's shoulder. Again Blake knew he wouldn't be any use. He was far better off heading out to try to stop the alien's escape. There was no use in him following Gibney, there just plain wasn't enough space for two people to attack from one direction, but if he headed around maybe he could trap it and they could finish the imposter off. With a look of fierce determination painted on his featured Blake pelted through the front door and out of the building to enact his plan. |
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| Jet Black | Jul 8 2012, 06:13 PM Post #12 |
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Jet didn’t anticipate… She didn’t take into account that a Skrull would leave to retrieve water, and come back with a blade. Blades in general brought back memories. Her time with the Scrambler, thought brief, was full of horrible memories. Each cut of each of his knives and blades, she remembered. Like a bad dream. The mind walk that she had with Monet earlier served at a reminder. Not that she ever forgot. Jet always thought that if she felt another stab of pain from a blade it would pale in comparison to the torment of the blades from him. When it came to the memory she was right, but it still hurt like a bitch. The pain was still the same but it was easier to bare the second time around. It was Jet turning at the very last second that saved her life. The blade sank into her shoulder, and stabbed through the other end of her shoulder. Blood started to leak from the wound, her eyes widened as she gasped. More blood would have been spilled but the knife kept the blood from escaping. It felt as though it all happened in slow motion. Blake using himself as a shield to protect Jamie, the blade digging into her shoulder, Kyle going for the imposter that posed as Jubilee, Riva running down and handing them a backpack. When time caught up with the injury, she slumped forwards slightly, breathing heavy. She moved her hand to the side, trying not to slump over Jamie and get blood on him. The arm and hand that was held by the injured shoulder felt a little numb. She wasn’t sure if it was from the injury itself or the pain of it. Words from Riva merely echoed in her ears. She couldn’t focus on the words; she could only remember the pain the Scrambler brought her years ago, the memories of it, and the faces of her friends, allies, family that she hadn’t seen. All of them. She wasn’t going to die; she was never going to let herself think that again for another second. A gift from the Scrambler maybe, the only thing he did give her. When she moved on to try and be stronger, to be a better hero. Jet groaned from the pain and tried to collect herself. As long as there was still strength in her then by God, she would continue to fight. She pushed away all the memories and thoughts that threatened to slow her down. Blake had spoken sometime through her thoughts, and moved to pull Jamie to the door. Maybe it was the shock of the blade still in her shoulder but it took Blake leaving for her to move. She stood, and urgently rushed back to Jamie’s side. Jet wasn’t quite ready to take the blade out, she felt that more blood would pour from the wound when they would eventually take it out, and with Riva holding the roof, Blake left, and Jamie unconscious she needed help patching her wound. Going back to Jamie’s side, she tried to rouse him again; Kyle would take care of the Skrull. “Jamie? Jamie come on, you need to get up.” She remembered something important she needed to tell Riva. Not that she could be trusted any more than she trusted Blake, Jamie, or Kyle. False aid could very well be the Skrulls guise to give aid, let their guard down, then do exactly what the false Jubilee did, stab her in the back. But, if Riva was one of them and not a Skrull, she had to know, “Riva! If you see Guido… don’t trust him.” Her words would be enough of an explanation. But the movement she took to warn Riva jerked her injury, which made her groan from the pain. She took a deep breath, and turned her attention back to Jamie. “Jamie, wake up… We need you.” The pat down from earlier meant she could trust well enough that he couldn’t stab her like the false Jubilee had, he had no weapons on him. But he needed to be roused. |
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| Jamie Madrox | Jul 9 2012, 03:02 AM Post #13 |
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“Jamie, wake up… We need you.” Opening his eyes a little, the dupe squinted up at a lock of spiral blonde that hung down in his face. It felt incredibly hot and for some reason his teeth were chattering as he followed the curls to the face that they framed, looking down at him with concern...and then over to the face of Blake-who coincidentally had also been on the other side of the room a second ago. It took a few for it to dawn on him, and with the sudden realization came a dull wave of pain. "Ohh..." He tried to sit up, out of the comfort he was being given. Somehow he couldn't seem to allow himself a respite from the pain. Right now misery was his comfort, and there was no getting around it. But weak as he was, the staying hand of Jet on his chest kept him cradled. He glanced over at Jubilee as Jet spoke to her. His mind tried desperately to make sense of what was happening. "I'm awake," he managed. Though I wish I weren't. Realizing what he had just done brought no remorse. Nor did he ultimately care too much that he was on the other side of the room. He had to explain it to them. No matter how hard it was to talk about, he had to tell them about Prime. “Listen,” he said as he sat up just a little. But movement over Jet’s shoulder caught his attention and his wayward glance caused her to turn. Jamie couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A series of loud crashes hit his ears from a nearby room, but the multiples eyes were fixed on the cruel blade that was digging into Jet’s shoulder. “Jet!” He scrambled up and reversed the roles, gently laying her down as he looked around frantically at the sudden chaos that had erupted and then back at the cleaver jutting out of her shoulder. Jet’s blouse was already torn and blood was seeping out around the fabric. “Okay,” he said as his mind started to wake up. “You’re going to be fine,” he said. Reaching over he grabbed a backpack and flipped the top open. There were bandages and medicine in there. Thank God. Setting it by his side, he looked at the knife again and thought gruesomely about what he knew he needed to do. “There’s only one way,” he said in a low voice. With both hands he tore the shoulder of the blouse, ripping away the fabric so it wouldn’t interfere. “Sorry,” he said, keeping his eyes diverted to her face while his fingers wrapped around the hilt of the blade. “About the blouse, and this.” With that he quickly jerked the knife free, knowing it would be easier than trying to slowly ease it out. It clattered to the wooden floor and his eyes focused on the welling of red that was starting to flow over her skin. Cursing himself for not thinking of it earlier, he balled up a fist and hit himself on the chest. Another multiple popped out and immediately started unraveling the bandaging. “Who did this to you,” one of them asked as the other started to put pressure on the wound. “It’s bleeding real bad.” “She’s going to need stitches. Let’s get her patched up as good as we can and get her over to the hospital.” With a nod, the multiple fished around in the backpack until he found butterfly stitches. Normally reserved for small lacerations, they were far from ideal, but they would work until they could get her to the hospital. That is, if the bleeding would slow down. The dupe elevated her feet and then pulled the tattered remains of her shirt taut. Brushing a blonde lock aside, he looked into her face. “Are you all right?” It seemed like a pretty stupid question. |
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| Strong Guy | Jul 9 2012, 02:04 PM Post #14 |
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After the attack at Monet’s apartment the Skrull named Phlanz knew things were going to quickly escalate. With Madrox out of the picture things promised to be a lot easier. Not that the investigator had presented too much of a physical threat, but as the figurehead of XF-Investigations-killing him and disorienting all of his copies was certainly advantageous. The rest were far from inconsequential, but the hope was that they could divide and conquer. And to do that they all needed to be on the same page. But they were far from unscathed. They had taken some hits as well, and seeing the unfortunate turn of events including Raza’s demise, Phlanz knew he needed to rally the rest of the troops together. Knowing their cover was effectively blown, it was best to strike now-before the rest of these pathetic and frightened animals could rally a plan of defense. Making a quick escape from Monet’s apartment, he headed back over to the old Brownstone. Something told him he needed to get there quickly. He could hear the commotion before his hand even touched the front door. Just then the door flew wide open and Phlanz found himself face to face with the one named Blake. In that instant, he knew things had gone south. There was really only one thing to be done. “Mornin’,” he said with what appeared to be the infamous Carosella grin. Without warning he drove a balled up fist into Blake’s face like an iron battering ram. “Goin’ somewhere, blork?” He knew enough about this one to know he was a wiry little bastard. The guy didn’t stop bragging about how he put the choke hold on a tubby mutant named Blob and dropped him like a bad habit. Of course Phlanz didn’t plan on letting him get that close. Grabbing him by the shirt he hurled him over his shoulder and out into the street, not bothering to see how many skips he got out of him when he hit the pavement. Whistling to himself, he wrenched the door, wedging it into the frame and making it very difficult to open. It would give him all the time he needed to get Blake out of the picture. He was still whistling as he headed down the stairs toward Blake. “Guess you heard tha news,” he said with a grin. “Evolution just took a detour.” Grabbing a mail box, he pulled it out of the sidewalk, ripping out chunks of concrete where it had been bolted down and denting the metal in with his fingers for a better grip. “Or maybe you didn’t get tha memo?” To punctuate this he swung the mailbox down and hurled it straight at Blake with an impact that sent letters and parcels flying into the street. |
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| Overkill | Jul 9 2012, 03:43 PM Post #15 |
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(OOC: Sorry for massive post... I kinda got a tad carried away >__>) Blake was in a rush, his footsteps pounded on the floor as he flung the door shut behind himself and leaned forwards, starting to tear off around the building. Then something clicked in his head, something he had just seen finally caught up in his distracted mind. He stopped, and his head shot around. Oh bollocks. It was Guido, or at least the skrull impersonating him. Blake tried to recover his composure, if the skrull didn't know it was outed maybe it wouldn't attack him. Then again the timing was awfully convenient, it seemed unlikely that he was just popping in for a casual visit. Blake turned, his shoulders rising as his clenched fists followed, headed up to guard his head. He hadn't even registered the enemy's greeting, but he sure as hell noticed the fist. In the moment before it hit he thanked the good lord above that he had raised his buffer along with his fists. The impact still gave him a fair shake, he could have compared it to being hit on the shell by a strong human without his buffer. You may not have been knocked out, but it wasn't any kind of pleasant either. Blake's teeth gritted as he wore the shot, his upper body knocked back and sideways from the impact causing him to take a step to stay standing. The skrull didn't let up though, Blake registered the hand on his collar a fraction of a second before the shirt dug up into his armpits and he felt himself tumbling through the air. He didn't know which way was up so boosting himself to slow his movement was useless, for all he knew he'd make it worse. He felt the bounce of the buffer as it struck the road surface and for a moment he could see where he was going. It was a big stupid fucking truck. He struck the back corner of the trailer with such speed that the truck was knocked sideways to point diagonally across the road and the impact was even enough to flip the truck onto its side as well. The corner Blake hit was practically obliterated and the Englishman continued on to hit the front wall of the building opposite the Brownstone. There was a puff of dust from the wall as a few bricks were knocked loose and shifted back a little, while Blake body fell to the pavement a couple of feet below. He groaned. God he loved that delicious kinetic cushion of his. Without it he had no doubt he'd be nothing but a smear somewhere... everywhere even by now. Everything ached a little already and the alien had barely started on him. He knew what he had to do though, it was just like the time with Blob, only worse. With Guido's powers, any hit would only make him stronger, and his skin was tough as anything. So Riva and Kyle wouldn't be able to finish him. Jet might be able to but she was otherwise occupied with a knife stuck in her. Jamie was out on the floor, Jubilee was a skrull, and M and Alix hadn't returned yet. It was up to him. He had to do this or they were all fucked. He smirked slightly at the thought, half way through hauling himself up to his hands and knees, he was starting to get a handle on this hero gig. He got one foot on the ground and pushed on the raised knee, rolling his neck from side to side. It was time to go to work. Not investigating either. The real work. What they people of X-Factor (investigations or otherwise) were born to do. The skrull gloated, ever confident that the evolution of he and his would be taken over. They didn't get humans. Humans were like nothing else when backed into a corner... Except maybe honey badgers (a.k.a the most bad-ass animal known to the universe). Blake's face turned to see the alien incoming with a mail box above his head. The mutant's face glared up with malevolence. Blake's eyes were wide, eyebrows down, teeth rammed together and lips twisted in fury. And with that the mellow light from his eyes burst into a bright glow as his energy core fired right up. Now it was a fight. Guido's look-a-like hurled the mail box, which practically disintegrated when it hit the concrete, but Blake wasn't there. His powers shot him sideways and up ever so slightly, he extended his legs and cut the power, skidding to a rapid stop on his feet. "Memo's don't work when the communication's out ya twat. But 'ere, if you need to send ya little mates something, write it on me knuckles and I'll be sure they get it just as soon as I'm done with you." He sneered back, a picture of defiance in his torn shirt and scuffed pants. There was a pause. "Well come on! Let's fuckin' go mate!" He screamed as his powers once again carried him rapidly sideways. He shot across to next to a power pole his forearm extended as he traveled. His arm smashed into the pole so hard it went right through. Guido may have been able to turn any hit into more power, but how would he do against Captain Volts? Blake grabbed the upper section of the pole and ripped it downwards, driving with his abilities to haul the power lines down across the road which the skrull now stood on. He hadn't paid attention to Guido's shoes, but if he could get two of the cables to touch him at once Blake's science degree told him it wouldn't matter. He could be wearing Dorothy's ruby slippers and he'd still get zapped. Blake didn't trust that his attack would work though. The cables were all intertwined with ones going other directions and he wasn't completely sure he'd get them low enough. And even if he did, who knew just how tough these skrully bastards were? So once he had pulled the cables down as hard as he could, Blake jumped up onto the broken post. With one end against the pavement and the other being pulled back up by the power cables, it sprung him upwards and once in the air he shot himself even higher charging his buffer as he ascended. Guido may have been able to take a hit like a champ but Blake didn't see any harm in checking if the alien had all the power of the original. At the peak of his height his body hung for a second, Blake bending at the hip and pointing himself downward like he was doing a dive with his hands in fists. He shot himself back down, gravity soon taking over however and carrying him even faster. His buffer hit its full, almost impervious level on the way down and Blake grinned maliciously as he sped like a meteor towards the one posing as Guido. |
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