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| Flirting With Disaster; [Volt, 4-5 others] | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 2 2012, 09:14 PM (479 Views) | |
| Crystal | Jul 2 2012, 09:14 PM Post #1 |
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Concurrent with Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close That he was gone was a shock, a brutal shaking of her perception that had awoken several things inside of her. Crystalia Amaquelin, Crown Princess of the Inhuman Royal family, had felt, in these past few hours, teeming rage and seething fury at the loss of so many friends. The disappearance of Pietro Maximoff a man for which she held forbidden love, of Wanda, whom she counted more as sister than friend. The betrayal of the one who pretended to be Alix. These Skrulls, these creatures who had locked down the world in a span of breaths. All worked against the sorrow and self pity and wallowing that had become her life in these past few months and set a fire beneath her heart that drove her to anger, to a sense of honorbound duty in avenging the trespasses that had been leveled so heavy-handedly against those few on this planet she knew and cared for, that she loved. A slight had been brought against the house of her Family. Adopted or otherwise, retribution was demanded as a principle of honor. Retribution she would bring them, but not now. Soon, but not yet. She Had left the building to clear her head, to make sense of the idea that so many were now gone, lost to a war they'd not even known of their involvement in. until it was far too late. If she could somehow visit the Great Library in Attilan, if she could just make it to her home, they could perhaps find something, anything, documenting these creatures, who professed to be so old, to be the rightful heirs of this world she had been forced onto. But all the silent and inward inflection had been lost when she saw a man leap high in the air, and toss wide and hard an arc of energy that knocked one of these invaders from the sky. It spiraled madly towards him, and in the air she barreled forwards, kicking up a twister behind her, driving her forwards to him. Her arms reached out, wrapped around him, saving his life from the out of control ship and leaving them both skidding roughly across a tar-beach rooftop. Her suit, one of the few remaining things she kept from home, saved her the tearing scrapes of the rough landing, and the man she'd speared from the air lay there unconcious. Instinctively she reached for her earpiece, only to remember that the lines of communique had been castrated in all this madness. She took from her belt a zip-cord and bound the man's arms behind him. It would not hold for long but perhaps luck would shine and she would return before his consciousness did. The cracking explosion's of the alien brigandine's downward crash-course echoed throughout the shallow canyons between the buildings of redhook, and it planted itself firmly into a park, sending citizenry gathered screaming and fleeing, the present populace devolving into a mad torrent of riotous panic. She left from the ledge, floating down in a feather's fall until her boots touched terra firma. The scramble caught her off-guard, and she remembered her beating at the hands of the mob when SHIELD stormed Mutant Town. Such would not happen again. "It is imperative that you maintain calm and move away from this area!" She shouted. "Do not panic and move away, let those equipped to do so handle this, it is not a fight we want but an evacuation! Please-" She turned her head looking to the buildings ravaged by this calamity. Danger lurked in every inch of the air. Crowds threatened to trample themselves, buildings threatened to topple themselves. Crystalia, who called herself Element, felt suddenly out of her namesake. "Please!" She shouted. "Remain calm and move away!" |
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| Karnak | Jul 4 2012, 11:39 PM Post #2 |
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Weakness Exploitation
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Not all in Attilan agreed with the decision to banish the princess. Yes, it was good to foster some sort of relationship with the mutated humans. To send an emissary out to them and learn of their ways and perhaps even foster a relationship that could save both their kind and the Inhuman species. But banishment? Banishment seemed... unnecessarily harsh. But banished or not, Crystal was Inhuman royalty. She was important, and her safety was still of high priority. So he would observe periodically. Who better, after all, to observe than someone whose very ability lay in unparalleled observational skills? To perceive weakness in any person, place, thing, or plan? He had been observing from the shadows of anonymity, and in many ways Crystal had grown stronger. She had forged relationships no other Inhuman could have. She had made bonds with the people and the community. And yet, there seemed at times, the weakness of despair. Of longing for something she could not have. Or perhaps someone? It was hard to say. He could only perceive weakness, not innermost thoughts and desires. But still - she was doing well, overall, and that pleased Karnak. She would return to Attilan when Black Bolt was ready for her, and she would facilitate a transition between Inhuman and mutant that would save their people. Expand their gene pool and allow their grand civilization to prosper once more. Today, however, today was no day for mere observation. The invaders had come. They laid claim to this planet, laid claim to the right to subjugate its current inhabitants, and that was simply something that could not stand. Even if Attilan had divorced itself from the Earth, the human inhabitants bore it no ill will so to speak. Could the same be said of these Skrulls? Would they be satisfied with the Earth or would they come to claim Attilan as well? Either way, it was wise to cut them off before they got that far. And there was Crystal. Trying to calm the people to little effect. They were panicking, and with good reason to do so. This was unprecedented in recorded history, this invasion of the planet. And the people were on the verge of a panicked riot. It was amidst Crystal's pleas for peace and order that Karnak spotted a baseball bat being lifted up and ready to swing down. Tactically unwise. In flash, he was out from his vantage spot within an abandoned building, dark green cloak flowing behind him and mostly concealing his identity, index finger and middle finger of the right hand striking the bat at a point that had struck one too many mailboxes in its owner's youth. The bat cracked on the spot and threw off the man's balance before it came down upon someone's head. "It would be unwise to strike your fellow man in this direst of hours," he spoke with all the monastic calm that he had always spoke with, and glanced back to Crystal. "She speaks wisely. It would be best to do as she says and vacate the area in an orderly fashion." |
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| Volt | Jul 5 2012, 09:50 AM Post #3 |
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Electrokinesis / Cloned Origin
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Jon Harper was a hero, and a goofball, and a man who despite his slightly askew nature genuinely believed in Xavier's Dream, right up until the day he died. His clone was not as firmly on the side of good except for the determination to be so. He was a bit broken, a lot morally flexible, and more than an inordinate amount off kilter, but the memories of his long dead donor haunted him, and made him desperate to do the man's legacy justice. All of that had been shaken to its foundations by the attack on him when the Skrull who had taken the Morlock Scatterbrain's power and shape and used it to reset his moral compass. Jonny was forcing himself to relearn who he had been just days ago, and it was only through the care his friends and family showed him that he did not slip back into the soulless assassin he was bred to be. It was ok for him. It was good that he had these people who loved him. He and the Bossman had left the Worthington Towers or Worthington Arms or Worthington Heights or whatever the building was called, when they saw the ship go down and had hauled it full tilt to the area, but they were in the city and the ship went down in Brooklyn, so it had taken a while. So members of X-FI and X-Corp were converging on the site... but so was a million mutant march to see the great ship that lay in smoking ruins. Here and there, he saw cops and shield agents appearing to deal with various aspects of this horrible situation. Looking out at the crowd, Volt wondered if he should have lied and stayed back with Laura and Logan at the house. But, then again, Logan was going to be pretty pissed off anyhow when he woke up, and there was no part of Jonny that wanted to poke that particular bear. Crystal was heading up a containment in this area. Trying to send people scurrying, Jon now that he was a little rubbed raw thanks to Skrullterbrain, was perhaps a bit too aggressive in his actions, as he reached down into himself to access the potient. "Hey, Princess," Jon smirked. "I don't worry. I know its in you to do this thing!" |
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| Reptil | Jul 5 2012, 11:47 AM Post #4 |
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Prehistoric Reptile Traits
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After the announcement from the leader of the shape changers, Reptil and the others went to the Morlocks asking for their aid in what was to come. The two groups had already banded together prier to stop the imposter Callisto and her cohorts from killing a multitude of civilians. After having found out that their great leader was taken away, it was not hard to convince them. Humberto had been glad to have their support in all of the craziness. Now there was a new problem the team had to face. One of the civilians of Mutant Town got it into his mind that he could take on the armada on his lonesome. Humberto knew how the man felt since he often thought about returning to the shores of Genosha to liberate his family left behind. But it was foolish to act without a solid plan. Nobody ever told the brave and foolish civilian that. His taking down one of the ships only led to disaster for the rest of the neighborhood. The ship crashed into several buildings causing damage spread all over. Humberto had already been topside checking on the few people he conversed with when not underground when the ship came crashing down. He witnessed the heroics on display by the red haired woman as she saved the civilian responsible from being part of the wreckage. The young mutant transformed his legs into the speedy appendages of the ornithomimus. He traveled at 43 miles making short work of the distance between him and the growing ground surrounding the woman, a cloaked figure, and his teammate Jon. He skid to a stop next to the electric clone and looked around the crowd. They were all at varying degrees of scared, angry, and confused. What a terrible combination. Some wanted to fight to take back their city while others just wanted to hide away. Their getting involved would get them nothing good as witnessed earlier. “What is that we need to do?” he asked the three. “Kick some alien ass!” someone from the crowd yelled. Humberto snapped in the man’s general direction. “Calm down before you get yourself and others hurt.” It came out more of a growl than he intended. |
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| Overkill | Jul 5 2012, 04:23 PM Post #5 |
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Kinetic Energy Manipulation
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For an 'invasion' there was an eerie level of calm. Not just from the enemy either. The stress, tension and yelling of earlier in the day were so much quieter now. Maybe it was the weight of the day's events but everything seemed tired, like the city that never slept was going to bed early as a child might after a big day out. Whatever it was the whole place seemed hushed. Sirens still echoed around the neighborhood, but the familiar bustle, the noise of population was absent. If it wasn't so unnerving it may have even been pleasantly peaceful. Blake sat on the wall that ran around the edge of the rooftop of XFI, his feet dangling over the edge and a pack of cigarettes on the ledge beside him. He took a long draw on the one that hung from his lips as he silently gazed out across Red Hook. He hadn't smoked in weeks if not months, but if you couldn't have one when the world was under threat, when could you? There was so much running around in his head, the future was so unclear. Blake wasn't the type to back down from a threat, he stood willingly in the path of clear and present dangers, but all of this not knowing was doing his head in. He took another deep breath of smoke as he saw Crystalia drifting out of the building and off into the streets. He sighed, she shouldn't be heading out alone like that, it was dangerous. Then again, for all he knew she was one of the enemy, and for all she knew Blake was one too. Plus, who was he to tell her off like she was a child? He had felt odd enough when he noticed he sounded like somebody's mother when Jet had come in earlier that day. He sort of couldn't help it though. He'd gotten soft and now he cared about all of his little wacky family at XFI. Maybe even M, just a little he told himself. He smirked at thought. Unfortunately the smirk didn't last. It was wiped from his face when a trail of brightness swatted one of the alien ships out of the sky, sending the huge vessel tumbling towards the cityscape. Blake's jaw hung open and his cigarette fell lazily towards the footpath far below. There was no time for thought, one of his family had gone that way. He pushed off of the ledge and his eyes lit up as he shot off across town in a series of rapid bursts of movement. His feet touched down and he skidded to a halt on the top of a nearby building in time to see his team mate trussing up some guy. Presumably he was the attacker, but what was she planning to do with him? Was he left there on a silver platter for the aliens or to keep him from doing something equally as stupid again. But before he could decide what was the best thing to do the falling ship careened down between their two buildings, a lot closer to Blake's than he would have liked. A fin clipped the edge of the building as the ship passed through rapidly headed for the park and the whole structure shook violently beneath Blake's feet. He slipped and fell to his side on the rooftop, his jeans and shirt protecting all but his elbow from being scraped up. He ignored the stinging and climbed back to his feet as the building shook and buckled again. Then suddenly but not unexpectedly the building collapsed down on itself tumbling into a mess of concrete. Blake shot himself sideways as the building dropped from underneath him, shooting towards a large billboard and clinging onto it as he caught his breath. With air back in his lungs and the blood rushing through his veins, Blake let go of the billboard and propelled himself towards where he had seen Crystalia headed, noting at last what the billboard said. It was advertising for the building he had been on, apparently it was empty as yet. So he didn't need to go get help for the people of that building, but if it had gone down, chances are others would too and they needed to be ready to get people out of there. Blake landed by the princess and the group of mutants, a little puff of concrete dust coming from his shoes. He panted as he pointed over at the fallen structure, "Forget this lot. We need to be ready to get stuck in." He told them. "Who knows 'ow many other buildings are in danger 'ere and we might not be as lucky with the residence on the next one." |
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| Crystal | Jul 5 2012, 09:00 PM Post #6 |
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The crowd surged despite her warnings, and she kept a defiant stare on as many as she could as others joined her, hands ready at her sides, focusing implements for her own immense power. She remember back to one of the many riotous actions of the bygone year. Crystalia was unafraid. She was finished with this sheepish nature she'd imposed on herself since her exile. Finished with the leveling mire of self-doubt and unfaith she'd placed in her powers and her ability to utilize them here of all places, where those who could bend spoons with their mind and shoot fire from there eyes were heralded more as beings to be feared than respected. What a backwards world, she suddenly mused, inwardly. "Remain calm! If you wish to help you can do so by helping to get people to safety! That ship is deadlier the more people seek to accost it! Focus on saving lives, not personal glory!" A voice arose out of the chaos and it gave her sudden pause, the winds whipping through the street dying into an uneven ebb and flow as she turned, eyes wide in sudden surprise. "Cousin?!" In that brief spark of a second everything changed configuration once again. She looked back to the angry crowd ahead, giving Jon Harper a sudden and unsure nod. Why was Karnak here? Had the same thing befallen Attila as had Earth? Were they pulling her back? In spite of her determination to leave behind uncertainty, she felt a sudden surge of discontent and worry. A crack sounded not far off, a building succumbing to damages dealt and its own immense weight folded it down on top of itself, filling the sky with a sudden and low-hanging plume of mortar and concrete dust. The crowds were not backing down, and she turned back to face Blake as he arrive, to look at the young boy with the odd legs, all of them trying and failing to subdue the crowd. Her eyes narrowed. If they would not subdue themselves, then another method would be used. Her eyes shut and she cast wide her hands towards the ground, the powers behind her fingertips reaching out, beneath the asphalt, beneath the sediment, to the structures holding up the ground below, to the iron present there, and pulling her arms upwards, the Earth beneath them gave a heave, blunt crags shooting upwards, creating a barricade between them and the growing mob. Rebar erupted from the crest of the wall, further dissuading the attempt of crossing it. She turned to the others, clearly now in no mood for levity. "I... will fix it later..." She didn't really know if she could. Down the street she saw what looked like Alex and other barreling towards the ship in the park. "But now we must do what it is we do and save this hovel we call home!" Her eyes tracked to the quaking structures nearby. "They are born of the earth, I will hold them steady as I may, and quelch what flames I can, but you must move quickly, for I am not sure my ability will match my boastings." She reached out again, into the one nearest them, and the fires began to burn a little cooler, the shaking foundations to shake a little less, and she found her grip. It was like pulling at a rope tied to a weight. Her control would likely not last. "Hurry!" She grimaced as her face tracked to Karnak's. "Cousin... you... hk! You pick an odd time... nrgh... for a reunion..." |
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| Karnak | Jul 5 2012, 10:44 PM Post #7 |
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The faintest of smiles cracked open Karnak's steely expression at Crystal's surprise. "Yes, well, exile or not, you are still family," he said as he began gently guiding certain members in the crowd in a more orderly form, touches and pushes steering the poor, hapless, panicked cattle in a way that would minimize their odds of hurting each other in their exodus. Others came, others Karnak was not familiar with. He remained mostly hidden from them by his cloak. He supposed in hindsight that it would have been wiser to adopt Terran clothing styles for the purpose of blending in, but blending in wasn't what he was doing here. He was observing from the safety of cover, from the anonymity of hidden positions. Until this very moment, he had not announced his periodic presence to the Terrans. He glanced at the young man who spoke strangely to Karnak's ears, pondering of buildings in danger. He looked around at the immediate area, eyes narrowing as he observed the buildings that surrounded them. "Of the structures that surround this immediate vicinity, four show signs of weakness from general neglect, poor maintenance, and damage due to wood-burrowing insects. Two have been further weakened by the impact of the warship. But none are in any immediate danger of complete collapse providing conditions maintain. It is best for the moment to focus on vacating your civilian population and preparing for the inevitable reaction from whatever military force was inside that ship, since it is likely that while some perished upon impact, most survived." He glanced at Crystal, impressed as always at the depth of her control. Quickly, his gaze shifted to a building that began shaking a bit more fiercely than the others. He pointed at the building. "There. That building in particular is in the most danger of collapse. The area eighty crowns - I apologize - seventy three feet around it should be cleared to prevent injury should it fall." As Crystal struggled to focus on maintaining the extent of her control, Karnak gently placed his hand on her shoulder, as much a gesture of support as it was old Inhuman faith that such contact could increase energy flow and improve focus. "The timing was incredibly coincidental. Not all of us were comfortable leaving you entirely to the mercy of the Terrans. We know how... intolerant... they can be. My assignment was merely to observe from time to time, but circumstances require me to take a more proactive stance for the time being." His focus was spent more on encouraging the flow of energy from himself to her, not unlike shaolin "chi" theory, that life force can be transferred. Whether it would actually aid in a physiological manner or simply prove placebo-like in effect, he did not know, but he hoped it would help center her and improve her control no matter how thinly she was forced to stretch it. "Either way, know that I stand by you now as I ever have." |
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| Volt | Jul 10 2012, 08:06 PM Post #8 |
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Someone with a pornstache was yelling at Crystal but there wasn't anger in the tone. One of the things that he had been trained in, or actually programmed for, was to be able to understand the tones of people taking, even if he couldn't hear the words, which was one of the reasons why Jonny, when he was in his right mind, knew so keenly who to trust and who not to, and how to make people trust him. His mind was still slightly askew thanks to the attacks on his brain but Alex had instructed him to watch those that they considered friends, to protect them. He was able to do that and the part of him that had recovered wanted to do that, and so it was becoming easier and easier to ignore the voice in the back of his head that suggested it would be easier just to kill all those people who were causing this problem. He was going to be Jonny more than Volt again, if it killed him... better him than killing everyone right? Crystal had thrown up a barrier of earth and stone and that meant the people who were getting in the way were kept out of harm. She wanted this building to be saved and that meant that it would be saved. Jon had rarely seen the Inhuman princess in her full glory, but he watched her now and he was genuinely impressed. Since Pietro's return from madness, they had not spoken often, but what few words they had exchanged had been about the Princess and before Jon had thought maybe Pietro's words were more of that bias that the gypsy speedster showed towards the women that he was fond of. But no, everything Pietro had said about Crystal was right. The woman was magnificent. As she turned her attention to the blazing building, Jon, with his mutant ability to see and understand the electrical currents that he channeled, could see that the crash had severed power lines and the electricity that spat in blue white sparks from the wires were feeding the blaze igniting what had not caught fire initially. "Crystal, I'm going to take out the power!" he called to her. "Don't attempt to take the fires out until I'm done! The water will be very very bad!" He snapped his hands out towards the building and the electricity in the air grew as he began to draw it into himself. His short hair went to spikes, and his eyes lit up and for a moment he looked pretty damn wild. He was beginning to feel more like his old self. |
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| Reptil | Jul 13 2012, 02:31 AM Post #9 |
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A wall of earth was summoned blocking them off from the civilian group that did not feel like being cooperative. Once that was done, the woman called Crystal used her powers to hold steady the many buildings that threatened to fall over while Jon drew in electricity. With a nod to Karnak, Humberto took off down the road to the nearest building that was being held steady. Once inside, he went from room to room looking for anyone that may have been trapped. Finding no one thankfully, he moved into the building that Jon was ridding of flames. He was sure that the occupants had evacuated already, but it was better to be safe than sorry. The smoke made it hard to see clearly and also messed with his nose. It was overwhelming, but not debilitating. Since he did not smell any burning flesh it was safe to assume the place was empty. Just as he was about to exit the room, he heard a bang on a door followed by a woman calling for help. Humberto ran over to the closet that was being blocked by some debris from the roof. “Hello?” “Hello? Yes!” the woman answered. “Please help us!” Humberto shoved aside the debris and grabbed the door handle. “Ah!” He snatched his hand back feeling the intense heat. “Get away from the door!” He heard some shuffling. The young mutant then drove his foot into the door knocking it open. Inside the closet was a man and woman, both looked like they had been trapped for awhile. There was an odd odor coming from the room and the fire was definitely not the source. It smelled like must and something else. He scrunched up and looked at the people. “What is that horrible stench?” They looked at each other, the woman blushed. “J-just get us out of here.” “… Follow me.” Humberto led the couple out of the building avoiding all sorts of hazards along the way. When finally back out in the open where it was relatively safer, he gave them both a look of disapproval. It didn’t take a genius to figure why those two were the only ones left in the building and inside a closet. Humberto then formed pteranodon wings and took flight. |
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