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| Afternoon Delight; Vanisher/X-F Investigations | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 11 2013, 08:47 PM (544 Views) | |
| Domino | Jan 11 2013, 08:47 PM Post #1 |
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Date: January 11 Time: Afternoon Domino wasn’t talking to Vanisher. Again. Even after they’d appeared in Mutant Town with her arms around him, she still had kept a nice cool air about her as she disengaged and pretended that she didn’t care that he was distant and elusive and extraordinarily dark these days. She kept a good several feet away from him at all times, not answering his questions and pretending to be interested in all other things other than what he was saying-not knowing that the silent treatment might just be the best gift she ever gave him. But she was mad. No, to be more honest-at her core she was hurt. What they were and what they had was always something of an enigma. In ongoing efforts to ‘keep it simple’, things were a little complicated. Wasn’t that always the way? They were at their core ‘friends’. Maybe ‘friends with benefits’ fit a little better. But maybe-just maybe- she had come to expect a few things from him. And that was precisely where things got complicated. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she deserved to know what was going on with him. The secrecy, the walls he put up between them, the extra heaping helping of broodiness that he seemed to carry about him all of the time now. She just wanted to know why…and it was only because she cared. So he could go fuck himself! She stopped in front of a restaurant. The one they had eaten in last time they were here together. It had been a wild time-as usual. They were hired to kill several businessmen and almost failed because of the XF-Investigations group. They would have failed too had it not been for a little bit of luck that was on their side. Domino looked at the two of them standing side by side in the reflection of the street window and then she turned to look at him. “I’m hungry,” she said. And just like that she forced the emotions aside. It was part of what made them make so much sense. They were both detached from their emotions. They were both so very broken. “Come on,” she said linking arms with him. “It will be like old times.” |
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| Vanisher | Jan 11 2013, 09:54 PM Post #2 |
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The silence and the uppity moods were starting to piss Telford off no end. As far as he was concerned he'd done nothing wrong and still she made him pay for whatever wrong he'd committed like they were in some sort of relationship. Maybe they were kinda; not that he would ever admit to it, as far as he was concerned she was a regular hook up and there were no strings attached. Unluckily for Telford, Neena was one of the few things that had remained constant in his life for the past few years and she was all too aware of the changes that his Queen had brought about him, as far as he was concerned he was a better man for it. As far as she was concerned he wasn't, hence the source of their more frequent arguments now. He could just walk away, he'd considered it more than enough times, but some small part of him, no matter how faint wanted to keep hold of the one consistent thing in his existence, where there were other feelings bubbling deep in the black pits of his soul he couldn't tell, he did not make decisions based on emotions, he made them based on rationality and what would bring him the most money in the long term. And this whatever it was, need he supposed, to get her talking to him again had led to this afternoon, with there being no mission in Sanctuary he had agreed to leave the city and return to New York, Mutant Town in particular the last place they had worked together and the recent site of an attack by Godzilla and gargantuan crustaceans. He hoped they weren't going to eat seafood, knowing mutant town there was probably some people that had ferreted away some of the bodies of the dead crab and things for eating later. Having stopped in front of a restaurant, Vanisher didn't particularly recognise this one from any other restaurant in the city that he'd been to, Neena spent a moment looking at the pairs reaction, he supposed that was what normal people do when doing this sort of thing and when they'd been doing it for as long as they had but it was not something he particularly saw in the situation. What he did know though was that Neena would be allowing him to pay and then he would be the one thankful for it if he got anything out of it later. "I'm hungry." Neena stated, ever the lady Vanisher thought as she linked arms with him and said something about it being like old times, none of these thoughts he'd say out loud of course, Neena was more than capable of beating him and while he would not admit that either, he would not go ahead and give her anymore reason to do so today. "If this is where you want to eat, it's where we eat." He said calmly, despite the moods it still worked, the pair were so damaged, whatever this was, was something they could rely upon to remind they were humans or whatever it is they liked to call each other. Opening the door Vanisher allowed Neena to pass through first before following in alongside her. One of the waiting staff, a female, approached the pair as they walked into the restaurant, she was moderately good looking though Vanisher did not notice, he was not particularly looking, looking at her when she greeted them. "Table for two," He spoke clearly and to the point, his voice still containing the slight twang giving away his Boston roots. "Away from the window please." Taking two menus, the woman lead them to a table that wasn't directly in the window but they were still visible to any walkers by. "This is all we've got." The waitress said. He couldn't argue about it, if he did Domino would probably tear him another new one or cry or something. All three situations he didn't want to be in. "It'll do." He added, the waitress putting the menus at each place, as Vanisher crossed the table and pulled the chair out for Domino, he might be rough around the edges, but he knew the things he would have to do if he wanted to get what he wanted. |
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| Domino | Jan 15 2013, 02:08 AM Post #3 |
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Once they were inside the restaurant she started to feel a little better. She was pretty good at 'talking herself down' from these emotional cliffs. It really wasn't necessarily Telly's fault. Well, it was...kind of. But not entirely. He probably didn't even know when he was being a total ass because he was a male and that was simply the way they were, right? "Table for two," she muttered at him playfully as they were escorted to the shadowy depths of the room for their dining experience. "Away from the window." He of course didn't laugh. He hardly ever did. It was one of the things she was just a little better at than he was...turning a sour situation on its head and trying to find the humor in it. "I've decided to let it go. You don't want to tell me what's going on with you, that's fine. we are in New York City and we will have a good time God dammit or I will kick your ass...again." She was joking. Sort of. Besides, she planned on finding out one way or the other. Either he was going to tell her what the hell was going on or she was going to have to find out the hard way. As far as top secretive intel and spywork went Domino was the best. At least in her ever so humble opinion she was. She took the ice water that was set before her and sipped some of it around a smile she was leveling at him. If it set him on edge or made him uncomfortable she was okay with that. "And I forgive you," she said. "For being a pain in the ass." |
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| Alix | Jan 16 2013, 04:22 AM Post #4 |
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Time never stood still for the likes of XFI and now was no different. After everything, getting back to cases was everything she wanted. Ok-- it wasn't really. But it was enough for now and with her status. There was just too much going on, too many people relying on her, and all the things that she was supposed to be doing. So she settled with lunch with the rest of the team. They'd all been working on their various cases and instead of ordering out or making sandwiches, they'd gone down the corner to a restaurant where the owner had been helped out in the past. He tended to give them discounts and with money as tight as it could be-- they appreciated the break. Vanisher. She recognized him from Children of the Vault, and from the case files that Blake and Galford-- that was, before he'd left the team-- had put in. They'd been supposed to guard a client and had failed. The assassins in question? Wanted, of course. And here they were having what seemed to be some kind of secret lovers in the night spat. While around her the rest of the team that had come out for lunch-- no doubt in the effort to relax after the madness-- carried on in their own way, Alix watched them in silence to analyze and decide just what the course of action should be. Confront them? Possibly. There was enough of the team here that they could have the upper hand and handled correctly they could fix what had honestly been the sort of loss that went against their otherwise pristine record. ::Hey, Guys--:: her voice went to the various XFI members alone-- ::Do you recognize them? Vanisher. Domino. Weren't they part of that case that Blake and Galford went on?:: She glanced between them silently. ::Should we try to take them in? Don't look at them too much-- we don't want them to notice us.:: She warned, and averted her eyes from the duo quickly. Of course, it was pretty impossible not to notice the few of them present, or their carrying on. |
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| Trevor Fitzroy | Jan 16 2013, 08:55 PM Post #5 |
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He was always lagging behind because he smoked. It wasn't because his lungs didn't catch up with his breath, it was because Trevor was a damn nice guy and he didn't want to be blowing smoke in anyone else's face. So, if there was a rear, he'd be the one bringing it up, choo-choo'ing from his cigarette like a chimney. And since today was a bit overcast, his smoke wasn't hardly the dirtiest thing hanging around New York City. Trevor stopped behind Alix and glanced from where they had just left the little restaurant to where she was looking. She said not to look, but she had also once told him not to think of a Pink Elephant and from then on, when he was in bed at night and his mind was empty, he'd imagine a Pink Elephant on a Unicyle, balancing Plates. So, just as he would have to furiously commit to getting that silly image out of his head, he'd now have to try his best not to look at the two people that he had just stared at. To be honest, he wasn't exactly a private investigator as much as he was a Scot that sort of hung around with a bunch of Mutants for fun, ???, and profit. Where, of course, the profit was paid out in jokes and beers. He still had to buy his own cigs. But then Alix mentioned that these were part of a case. They had nicknames, like the comic book characters he knew as a kid – Flattop, Uglymug and all thems – and they were part of a case. ::Part of a case!:: He could be back in that little boy mode so easily. Still smoking and doing his best to put on a cool-as-cucumber expression (which, to his understanding, made him look watery and green), Trevor only reeled in his thoughts and said to Alix, ::I can get them easy, I'm sure. I mean, unless they're anti-teleporters. Do they even have those?:: |
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| Kyle Gibney | Jan 17 2013, 04:53 AM Post #6 |
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It had been a hell of a time for Kyle, and this was his first outing since he was returned to the private investigator firm. And ooh boy, Kyle was back in town and with more attitude and guff than ever before. His face scrunched every so often, as he tried to ignore the stench of the smoke from Trevor's cigarette. He was a new guy, never worked with him before, never talked much, but Kyle figured if he was good by Jamie and Alix, he was good by him. Kyle didn't care for cigarettes, even with the wind blowing the smoke far behind him, his feral senses could still pick it up, and it just irritated his nose and got stuck on his tongue somehow. He couldn't wait for something to wash the flavor away with. Then they stopped. Alix saw someone, two someones. Bad guys from what he gathered. He didn't recognize either of them personally, but she knew this Vanisher and Domino. His mind began to wander to the thoughts of a fight. Bashing and smashing their faces into the ground and ripping them into- Stop. He told himself before shaking his head at his own thoughts. He was going to have to rely that Alix could pull on the proverbial leash if he ever went too far. But until that point he was trying to do it himself. ::We should just jump them. Call SHIELD first though, I don't think we need the back up, but unless someone decided to try Null cuffing bondage out in public, I'm fresh out of ways to negate their powers without a solid ass kicking.:: Kyle responded to Alix, mentally, not looking at them, but he kept all his other senses on them. Looking for opportunity. Any sounds they made, changes in scent, he'd know it instantly. ::Hell, capturing two crooks at a restaurant could give us a few free meals. Or one big one. At least if we don't wreck the place...:: He grinned slightly. ::Much:: |
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| Overkill | Jan 17 2013, 07:14 AM Post #7 |
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Blake and Riva JP It was a cold day but nice. The air was sharp but the sky was clear and Blake strolled along next to Riva in the group of investigators, gloved hands stuffed into a leather jacket which hung on his frame outside a couple of other warm layers of clothing. "No way, one punch stopping someone's 'eart should be at least number three! You can't 'ave it down at seven. That's just criminal Riva," Blake retorted, his hands mimicking the death shot as he got into the discussion. "And it's top ten ways to kill someone Riva, I don't think you can 'ave 'Jack Daniel's bottle up the ass' at five. I just don't see that bein' deadly enough y'know? Painful? Yeah. Want to die afterwards? Absolutely. But a way to kill someone, I just don't see it." The debate raged on as they strolled down the road towards lunch. ___________________________________ “Intestinal damage? Internal bleeding? Anal rupturing?” she listed, counting off the debilitating side effects and arching an eyebrow at her English companion. “Y’ get a bottle jammed up real good up there an’ any motherfucker would die. You just ain’ put enough thought into it,” Riva defended, admittedly smirking a little. Probably because she had put some thought into it. The deviant. “Square peg, round hole, mon ami. An’ if ya get a pressure imbalance goin’, bonus points. That bottle won’ come out unless ya break it, or pull somethin’ out with it. You ever seen One Guy One Jar?” she asked. “Just. Like. That. An’ besides, it’s better than y’ number three. ‘Stick your dick in an outlet.’ Who does that, Blake? Unless y’ tryin' t' tell me somethin',” she grinned, elbowing Blake lightly. "Got a spark fetish? Ah can talk t' Ed about it." ___________________________________ Riva was pleading her case pretty well. And Blake supposed it didn't hurt that he was about to give up purely based on the fact that he didn't want to hear any more of her justifications. "Put enough thought into it? I worry about you Riva..." Blake replied with a cringe. But she went on. She had clearly invested far too much of her life into the theory of ramming a bottle up someone's ass. Then she mentioned 'one guy one jar', Blake didn't know and he didn't want to. "Riva... I'm not sure we can be mates anymore..." He replied, clearly joking. Then came the petty personal attacks on his list. His list was perfect. "It's a killing people list, so it's their dick. Like, picture this. You're in a scrap in like, an old abandoned ware'ouse or something. You get behind the person and kick them in the back, knocking them forward into the power box with their dick. I mean seriously, that's gotta be one of the worse ways to go dun'it? An speakin' of Ed, remind 'im to give back my dartboard 'e borrowed for the Christmas party. If 'e doesn't I'll let you number 5 'im." Blake added with a chuckle. His mirth died suddenly however when Alix mentioned some assassins that killed a client of theirs a while before. Blake's eyes narrowed, teeth gritted, and irises darted side to side as he looked for them. His eyes fell on the two, enjoying a nice fancy meal. Undoubtedly on blood money from their client. "Yeah that's them alright. Bastards. I swear to god I am gonna smack the fuckin' tattoos of that prick Vanisher's face." Blake snarled as he stomped towards the front door of the place, fists tightly bunched and eyes beginning to glow. ___________________________________ "But how does that even happen? Like, physically? His dong is just out there? He got a woodie in the fight? Is it seriously that tiny enough t' fit in a plug?" Riva asked, gaze looking upwards as she tried imagining the skematics and holding her fingers a little smidgen apart to illustrate her point. She laughed, however, and shook her head, glancing back at Blake with a mischievous smile. "Number five is saved for Tuesday nights, but Ah'll tell him about the board," she winked, trailing off as the telepathic message relayed simultaneously in their heads. "Oh?" Riva asked, unfamiliar with who these persons in question were, or one of them at least. She remembered the male - serious ink on that guy - from their lovely excursion into the Vault. She had hoped they could put that whole ugly ordeal behind them. Blake, however, was already fuming, and for his own very good reasons. The Brit was already storming off, making a beeline for the little restaurant and ready to literally kick that dude's shit in. "Hey hey hey!" Riva called, chasing after Blake and taking hold of his sleeve and lightly trying to pull him back out of sight. "Y' can't just run in there like that. There's civilians in there too. People might get hurt," she reminded him, glancing back in through the window at the pair of criminals. "We gotta take them out with the least fuss possible... hey, how much y' think SHIELD's price is on their heads?" Riva wondered aloud, the dollar signs already dancing inside her head. Settle a personal vendetta. Collect a pretty cushy pay bonus. Maybe this random happenstance wasn't so bad. ___________________________________ Blake's feet stomped the ground as he stormed the shop. Suddenly his advance was halted however, as something pulled back on his shirt. It became a tug of war as neither refused to give ground. She pointed out the danger to civilians. "Well I'll fuckin' drag 'is arse outside and then beat 'im to death then!" Blake retorted before his teeth re-clenched. Riva claimed minimum fuss was needed. Fuck the fuss. Blake tried to wrench his sleeve free but as per usual Riva's grip was like a vice. God help Edmund, Blake thought to himself. Riva's final argument was to enquire about the price on their heads. "You think I need money Riva? What I need is to beat the shit out of that guy." He said, pointing into the place for effect but still unable to head in there. |
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| Vanisher | Jan 17 2013, 04:45 PM Post #8 |
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She was mimicking him under her breath, petty humour was below him and so he paid it no heed, she could not help it, though it might have been one of the things he liked about Domino. She could laugh, Vanisher however, his enjoyment came from the death of other people and watching peoples lives falling apart around them, neither of these things should be enjoyed by anyone, but that was just the type of person Telford was, or had made himself be, it had been so long since anyone knew who the real Telford Porter was, it was hard to believe there was in fact another persona hidden away beneath Telford. "I'm glad you've decided to let it go." He gave her a serious look, he did not want her prying for several reasons. "It's better off that you don't pry into what I do when I'm not in Sanctuary either." He knew what she was like, they had their unwritten rules for this.. well whatever it was this thing was between the two of them, but he knew that she would probably go looking when they were not around each other, and he knew she was capable of finding her way into much of his business. "I mean it Dom, I'm talking about your safety now." He was ever loyal to Selene, and he would not betray her, but at the same time Domino was one of the few people he would not kill and so she had to take his warning seriously. But he supposed they could have a good time if she was willing to. "Does that mean I get a good time too?" He smirked at her, his eyes taking in what was around him and behind Domino, it was then she spoke of her supposed forgiving him for being a pain in the ass. This he supposed would be the point normal couples spoke of their feelings for each other, but feelings were not a liberty that Telford had the fortune of having, nor did he want to complicate things any further, Domino was already too much of a weakness for him. "Well I'm glad I'm forgiven," he smirked and picked up his own glass of water sipping it. "You're forgiven for being a pain in the ass too." It was then that the hand lowering his glass back to the table froze, he'd caught sight of them. Alix and Blake, his so called brother and sister from the vault. "You might want to start your probability hoodoo," He spoke calmly and finally placed his glass down. "Your 4 o'clock." He took her spare hand into his, ready to make a teleport at any moment. "Those two bit private eyes we ran into a couple of months back." He'd hoped that they'd be able to avoid them, but one of them, some scruffy looking bloke was looking at them. "We've been made." He nodded to her. ::Peekaboo! Alix, we see you.:: He was stripping them of the element of surprise, three of the people with them he knew of, two he didn't so they'd have to be careful, though with his teleporting and Dom's luck, they had nothing to worry about. |
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| Domino | Jan 17 2013, 09:42 PM Post #9 |
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She could see that he was distracted and she could tell by his expression even before he spoke that she wasn’t going to particularly like what it was that he was distracted by. If she were an amateur she might have spun around in her seat and gawked at what was going on behind her. But Neena was calm. Neena was cool and collected. She kept her eyes on his eyes, her body seemingly relaxed as she listened to him give her the rundown of what and more specifically who they were dealing with. When she heard she actually smiled. “Oh Telly, you should know by now. I don’t have to turn my power on or off. It’s always on.” Which was both true and misleading. She didn’t have to see what was happening for her probability altering powers to work. She hardly ever really knew how the whole thing was going to pan out to be honest. She just had to be awake, and in some state of motion. Beyond that, anything that was within the realm of possibility became free game. But she shrugged at him and smiled. “Things just…go my way.” And then she urged him close…and mainly it was for show because it would be good if the silly little private investigators thought that they had some sort of element of surprise…but partly it was because this sort of thing…the danger…it got her going. She pulled him in for a kiss. “I think your chances of getting lucky are getting better by the second as well,” she whispered. And then… “Let’s toy with them. Just a little.” She smiled at him. This might end up being a lot of fun. |
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| Paige Guthrie | Jan 18 2013, 07:26 PM Post #10 |
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It seemed to Paige that was slacking off a lot lately—the lunch “date,” as it were, with Jono a few days ago, instantly sprang to mind, and then not that long ago back she had settled down back at home for Christmas and the holidays. Of course, in between then and now she had taken up a sort of thievery case yesterday, and it was definitely well publicized what happened on New Year’s Eve. The case was thus far a pain in the ass, but the Guthrie girl was willing to bet that she would be able to get it all taken care of on her own by the days end—it was a simple robbery, in and out, but she hadn’t cased the place yet. She’d decided that she would do that tomorrow. Paige had left the brownstone earlier that day, taking a bit of her morning out to visit the victim at her job, at a deli, to talk about what was missing and if there were any immediate signs of forced entry before Paige could go in there, which would either be later on today or first thing in the morning, provided what all happened today. She kept her eye on the clock, though, keeping in mind the lunch date that she had talked with Alix about earlier in the day. When it got close to time that Paige would have to leave, she said her goodbyes and left the deli. She had promised Alix that she’d meet them at the restaurant, but also warned her that it was possible that she would be a little late and for her to save a seat for her at the table, and that appeared to be what was going to happen. The sidewalk traffic in mutant town, like anywhere else in New York, was particularly dense and rude, only with the added fact that the lot of these people had some sort of physical mutation, which for the ones that had wings or tails, it made them a particular pain to get around. It was days like these that Paige knew why exactly it was that native New Yorkers tended to bike to get where they had to go; it wasn’t a bad idea. Paige was around the corner from the restaurant when Alix chimed into her mind, mentioning that there were two people that they’d run into during the whole Children of the Vault scandal. Paige nodded her head, ::I recall reading their files. One’s a teleporter, and the other… was it clear what she could do?::, Paige piped up over the telepathic link. ::Either way. I’m right around the corner—or so. I’ll be there in a little over a minute.:: She nodded her head, and sighed. She rounded the corner and looked behind a pair of sunglasses at the pair, pulling her pea jacket tighter around her and fastening the belt, then shoving her hands into the pocket of her jacket. “Sorry I’m late,” Paige chimed up, an attempt to be as inconspicuous as she possible could as she shot her blue eyes back towards who she appeared to be the pair. ::Lovely pair, aren’t they?:: She rolled her eyes and turned back to the group, nodding her hellos to Trevor, Riva, Kyle, and Blake. If it were possible, Blake would probably have steam coming out of his ears. “Did I hear someone mention S.H.I.E.L.D?” Paige crossed her arms over her, and started to tap her left foot. “I’d be quite disappointed if we couldn’t take them on our own, but if you think it’s needed then calling them in might be the better option.” |
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| Alix | Jan 22 2013, 07:27 AM Post #11 |
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::Trevor, they don't know you-- or that you're a teleporter. Vanisher himself is a teleporter, so if we can get them outside and out of here before anything gets messy, it'd be our best bet.:: As she spoke, her tone became perfectly clear on just how different she could be from the casual moments to something like this. Gone was the almost wandering sense of speaking into a far more direct, far more aware manner. Voices shot off in her mind, emotions and ideas relaying in a succession that others, maybe, could not have handled. First, she turned to Kyle. ::No jumping them. Not in here.:: She answered silently. ::Even if the free food would be stellar:: She added more as an afterthought than anything else. Then to the others-- ::We're going to want to contain this as much as possible and avoid any damage to the resturant. I don't know about you guys, but we've lost one too many places to eat in the last year.:: She spoke, even though there was a forced disconnect in the way she spoke. To some, it would've been new. To others? It resounded heavily of how she'd been in the past. Emotionless. Calm. Disconnected from every thing that was their day to day. Vanisher and Dominio tensed and, slow and steady, Vanisher's voice echoed tauntingly into her mind. ::We've been spotted already.:: She sent to the team before, slowly, turning back towards the duo. ::Of course you do. But--:: She spoke to Vanisher, her gaze level even as she spoke. ::Do you know who all of us are? Now. We can do this nice and easy, or we can bust up this nice establishment. Honestly? I'd prefer we take it outside.:: |
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| Trevor Fitzroy | Jan 23 2013, 06:58 PM Post #12 |
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Immediately after Alix spoke in his mind, Trevor moved to get away from the grouping of XFI. She was right – they didn’t know him from Adam and he wasn’t exactly going to give himself up as their ally so easily. If this was something that the good guys did – catching bad guys – then he would have to involve himself in it without doing anything that would harm Alix and the others. He had been sitting behind the rest, so it wasn’t as if he were an automatic companion, either. Really, he had a perfect advantage. Pulling his pack of smokes from his pocket, he meandered to the front door of the restaurant, stepped outside and just to the side of the door, lighting up. He could easily go back into the restaurant if needed, but he was at a point where he could simply teleport whomever ran out to the Brownstone, to Police Headquarters, or wherever Alix told him to take them. Add to that his blasts and shields and he could probably take down either of the two with no problem. …Well, maybe. Considering Trevor didn’t know anything about either of the two, he was overestimating himself and underestimating them greatly. Really, they could have some sort of instant poison power or maybe the ability to change him to a frog – how was he to know? But Alix said that they didn’t know him and she inferred that he’d be useful and that’s what he decided to do. ::At the exit. I can come in or out as you want. Let me know who to take and where.:: He spoke to Alix rather clearly. He was there for whatever they needed. |
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| Overkill | Jan 29 2013, 04:39 AM Post #13 |
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Blake glared angrily into the eatery ans saw as Vanisher turned his head and looked out at all of them. They'd probably just been seen. He didn't care though he wanted a shot at the guy, fair and square. So as long as Vanisher didn't just pop them away to some little hide out Blake would be plenty happy. He saw the guy's mouth move as he chatted to the woman, Domino. Blake's eyes narrowed as he stood still, staring at his enemies. He wondered what they were discussing. Obviously it was this whole stand off situation but he wondered what specifically. Battle tactics? Or escape. They had better not run. Blake had a bone to pick with both of them, and he was going to be mighty pissed if that bone remained unpicked. Alix confirmed that they'd been spotted outside the resturant. It was Blake's fault more than likely. But he didn't care that he'd blown the stealth angle, and he certainly wasn't in the mood to apologize for it. He continued to be still though, allowing Riva to relax. She didn't need to hold him from barrelling in there anymore. He spoke up to the other members of his team, clearly less than calm. "Bring 'em on. I prefer a straight fight to all this sneaking around." He replied, starting to limber up. His gaze never left the assassins as he rooled his neck and shoulders, stretched his arms and bounced up and down a little to wake up his legs muscles. Then he cracked his neck and began to pace a little. Seemingly excited to get the battle underway. Clearly impatient at Vanisher and Domino and all of their sitting around talking. The Brit stopped his pacing and held his arms out wide at the two in invitation. "Come on then! Ya gonna cower in there all day or are ya comin' out?!" He goaded loudly and angrily at them. He was on guard though, ready to shoot to the side with his powers if Vanisher winked out of existance. Necessary precautions were in place, because Blake had no intention of losing this fight. |
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| Kyle Gibney | Feb 5 2013, 04:57 AM Post #14 |
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Feral Abilities/Healing Factor
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They were spotted before any moves could be made. Good, Kyle thought for the moment. This could turn to a fight like he wanted. He needed a good fight. Was craving one for what felt like so long. He eyed them both, unable to hide a grin that came to his face, a grin that accentuated the feral features of his face as the long fangs of his teeth were revealed. How badly he was wanting to sink his teeth into something living. Okay, he was the first to admit that wasn’t exactly the proper response to deal with terrorists… but well, Kyle was special. His modifications also made him more… battle ready to put it mildly. Paige finally showed up, arriving later than planned, she critiqued his idea of calling in SHIELD. He glanced at her. “Don’t know about you sweetheart, but I don’t exactly keep cuffs or nullcuffs on me at all times. Usually save them for crime fighting or the bedroom.” He snarked, he was lying, but he thought it was funny and well. Kyle was infamously lacking a mind to mouth filter. ::Fitz, you really think you can get both of them outside? Think you can manage that so perfectly that you can take them at a moment I charge them? Don’t want you alone with them. If you can do all of us, that’d be great too, I have no idea how your teleportation works.:: Kyle spoke through the established mental link between those gathered from XFI. Alix didn’t want people injured, so it was to take this all outside if possible. Blake was being a little loud mouth like he expected. Riva would probably join him soon enough. Kyle was mostly listening to the Brotherhood member’s conversation across the room. So the chick had luck powers or what sounded like them, which could be interesting. More interesting was what she said. Kyle’s claws came out. “Dibs on the chick, she sounds like she wants to play, I’m fine showing her how well I play with others.” He cracked his knuckles, overly ready for this action. |
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