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| The taste of betrayal; (Open) | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 20 2014, 09:42 PM (907 Views) | |
| Alexander | Apr 20 2014, 09:42 PM Post #1 |
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Date: 15 april Time: midnight (11:45) Sal's was all but empty on monday evenings, most people preferred to keep their drinking to weekends, so the bars only patrons right now were a couple of regulars (read: alcoholics), a couple with wedding rings that didn't match, and a little group of japanese tourists. And Alexander Mackenzie, who barely even knew why he was there to begin with. There were no chicks to hook up with, no one he could hustle in pool and none of his very limited number of friends had time to join him. He was drinking alone and it was beyond pathetic. Sal's was a good joint, it still had that pre-smoking outlawed smell of cigarettes, the beer was cold and the music wasn't the loud, annoying kind one would find in the clubs of New York. It reminded Alex of the bar he used to go to back home to wait for his mom to get off work. But he wasn't a kid anymore, he had a semi-respectable job, an apartment and "friends", or whatever. Fumbling his phone out of his pocket, almost loosing grip on it, and unlocking it took effort. He scrolled through his very, very short contact list for a cab number. The rest of his beer was replaced by a glass of water while he wasn't looking. There were blurry edges around his vision and the fact that the whole bar seemed to have converted into a hydraulic-bar, like them cars that can tilt and lift and rock around the christmas tree. Or whatever. Anyway, the bar was doing that. Bumping around and spinning. Or maybe it was just him, because the group of Japanese tourist did not look like they were on a crazy bumpy ride. Alex had never understood why anyone would do that to a car, make it lift from the wheels, it made the entire construction unstable and more likely to crash. His phone-screen went black while he was thinking about hydraulic motors but that was okay, he had forgotten what he was doing with it anyway. Someone had gotten him a glass of vodka though, which was pretty nice. He wasn't usually a vodka kind of person, but why let it go to waste? The 25 year old man took the glass and tipped it into his mouth, and then promptly put it back down again. That was not vodka. That was betrayal. Alex sent the bartender a menacing glare, that most of all looked like a pout, and pushed the glass of betrayal away with a finger as if he didn't even want to touch it with his whole hand. |
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| Survivor | Apr 22 2014, 11:14 PM Post #2 |
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Will walked in the bar not-fully-sober. Of course he wasn't THAT drunk, the room was only MILDLY blurry as he walked in. His gait was his usual stature: scarecrow-like. An outsider would think he was a bit more intoxicated than he let on, but in truth that was the way he normally looked. He wore raggedy, tattered dark jeans with a plaid patch on the right knee, accompanied buy worn DM boots. His shirt was dark (the color was uncertain to him at the time), sleeves rolled up, and a quarter unbuttoned. His hair was shaggy, his face unshavened, and the man looked as if he hadn't slept in 3 days (which was more or less true). He was greeted by a monday night crowd. Most payed no attention to his entrance, excepting the muffled groans and moans of welcome from a few inebriates scattered about the place. It was a rather dismal sight, but hopefully he wouldn't get kicked out of this one. He rested his shoulder on the door frame before fully entering; a stunt which was intended to be smooth but really ended up being more of a slump. He reached in his pocket, looking for a cigarette, but ended up dropping an empty pack on the floor. He searched for a wallet, and was pleased to find an adequate amount of compensation for another couple rounds of drink. He gazed for a place to sit, hoping to see a familiar face, but he found none. Will's eyes rested on a rather sad looking patron, one he hadn't quite met before, sitting with a glass of what looked like vodka. He sighed, and moved over to the man. Will quickly discovered the man reeked of alcohol. Of course, so did Will, so the redhead had no place to argue. He sat next to the other, a chair in between them. The bartender seemed to recognize Will, who managed to give a slight smile, "Whiskey, please. Irish, if you don't mind." His repressed accent showed a tiny bit over the "I"'s, as it did when he drank. The redhead made eye contact with the bartender, and tilted his head in the direction of his neighbor, to which the bartender shook his head. Will nodded in assent. He took quick, fleeting glances at the man next to him, and then back to the one making his drink, then back again, until he was greeted by a large glass. He sipped liberally, glancing back at the man next to him, then back into open space. Finally, he turned to the man. Before he could speak, he noticed the liquid in the glass before his neighbor did not smell like vodka. In fact, it had no smell. "So I'm guessing," the redhead said after clearing his throat, "That that's not Vodka." |
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| Gambit | Apr 25 2014, 03:50 PM Post #3 |
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"That's another hundred you owe me now, ami. You wanna pay up or you gon' go double-or-nuthin'?" He held his pool cue loosely in one hand and puffed away at a Marlboro with the other. Smoking was banned in New York bars but anyone that complained was soon dissuaded by his mutant charm. He grinned crookedly at his vanquished opponent, baiting him into another round of billiards. The challenger croaked with a mouth not built for language, "No. You have enough of my money." and with one of many tentacles tossed his pool stick down in disgust. At the same time, another tentacle produced a wallet and plopped down a stack of bills. Gambit stared down at the slime-covered wad which totaled an even thousand now. "Must be my lucky night," he chuckled before slipping the clean bills carefully from between the snot-covered ones. "I'll be generous and only take this." The creature's yellow eyes registered Gambit's aversion, but his pride did not outweigh his greed. He snatched up the soggy cash like a frog catching a fly, then squivered his sloshy body away while casting a menacing stare at the Cajun. Sal followed the sullen mutant with a mop, a bucket, and a look of frustration as he cleaned up the incessant trail of mucous the creature left behind. He nodded at Gambit in appreciation for the ride he had just taken the snaily thing on. At least someone was making out well tonight. That was, until he turned around. There at the bar were two faces he knew but hoped would not speak. The red-headed man was just coming in the door as the blonde man was slid a glass of something clear. "Please don't sit down. Please don't sit down," Gambit chanted under his breath. As if the gods of fate had scorned him despite his mantra, the ginger sat regardless, and right next to the blonde. The Cajun cursed his luck. "At least he isn't talking to him," he half whispered to himself. But then fortune fucked him again and the red-head did just that. Gambit let out a string of silent obscenities in French that even a native Parisian woudln't have understood. He quickly decided it was better to get involved now than risk the possibility of being noticed by either and have his secret found out. "Will!" the thief said excitedly as he approached the new member of X-Factor. "I don't think we've been properly introduced yet. I haven't been around the office much lately." The 'office' he referred to was of course X-Factor HQ, but that wasn't the sort of thing one shouted about in a half empty saloon. As he reached out to shake Will's hand, he looked over the man's shoulder at Alex and gave a barely perceptible flare of his eyes. The look broadcast a clear meaning among thieves. Watch what you say and listen for your cue. To Will he continued. "Yeah, I've seen you around but never got the chance to say hello. Let me buy you that drink." He turned to the bartender and added, "Hey, put this on my tab." "Hey Al, whaty are you doing here? I didn't see you over here. So you two have met?" Without hesitation for a reply he continued. "Me and Al here used to be neighbors. He lived in the apartment across from mine." Instead of a handshake, he went in for a hug. When he was near Alex's ear he whispered, "X-Factor." The fellow thief would realize the implications. He hoped Alex would go along with the story. Of course Alex wouldn't start blabbing about their work, but any slip of tongue could raise suspicion. Remy had been scarce enough around the underground headquarters and eventually someone was going to put 2 and 2 together if he suddenly had unaccounted-for acquaintances popping up. Will was new to the group and Gambit hadn't had a chance to feel him out yet but he doubted he would overlook the establishment of a thievery ring. Gambit looked down at Alex's glass and wrinkled his nose. "Now that's not a proper drink. Sal, give him the good shit... what you give me. I'm payin'." And with that, he slid a freshly-won c-note across the bar adding, "And another bourbon for moi," as he flashed his pearly smile. |
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| Alexander | Apr 25 2014, 09:20 PM Post #4 |
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At first Alex didn't even notice that someone had sat down next to him, too busy pouting about the hurtful traitorous hearts of certain bartenders, that really should adore him - he'd given like at least ten dollars in tips - but the second time the stranger glanced at him, Alex turned his head towards the motion just as the man turned away again. In his 20's, maybe late 20's, tall and a little gangly - long arms, long legs, big hands and feet, and with sinewy muscles. This man was most definitely a mustang. And now he was talking. Words were coming out his mouth, words about his water-drink, and Alex should probably make some sort of attempt at replying. Gawking at strangers trying to find out what kind of Mustang they were, usually wasn't considered polite. "No, 's water" Alex answered, sort of perplexed about the topic conversation. "The bartender betrayed me." And then a familiar voice shouted out a name from behind Alex, a name that made the stranger react. So that was probably his name. Gambit appeared as if out of thin air, like a magic trick or something, because Alex hadn't even noticed him in the bar. And now Gambit was saying words, a lot of excited words, and talking about some office, shaking Wills hand and looking at Alex with this meaningful glance as if he wanted Alex to do something. The thing was, Alex was almost pretty sure he would could go to his grave for Gambit right at this minute, but he couldn't understand what the man wanted him to do. The look Alex had on his face clearly said; I don't understand what is happening. What? There was more words to Will, and Gambit had the best accent ever. It was like velvety, smoky smooth. He then turned towards Alex again and formally greeted him by the nickname 'Al' and nobody called him Al, ever, so that added to the confusion but clearly something was a foot and Alex decided just to go with it. "Yea' didn't see ya either," And then he was getting hugged by Gambit, who smelled like cigarettes and something expensive, so he didn't really care what else was happening. Until Gambit said X-factor. Oooh. "Oh yes, neighbors. Very neighborly." He confirmed with a big grin. His mouth felt dry, but he should really say more words. But more words would just get him in trouble, so he felt extreme gratitude when Gambit got the bartender to get him a new drink, so he could drink that and keep his mouth busy so he couldn't accidentally out Gambit to Mustang-man. The alcohol barely burned as he swallowed it, but it tasted good so he emptied the glass. |
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| Survivor | Apr 28 2014, 02:02 AM Post #5 |
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Will was pleased the blonde decided to pick up the conversation. The man originally seemed in a bit of an ill mood at first but Will would've reacted the same way in that situation. The man was good looking, if a bit gruff in appearance. Alcohol could also dispossess a man's charm as well, had he any such sober. Before he could speak, a man with glowing eyes interupted his thought process. The man seemed to just appear out of thin air. This caught Will off guard of course. His mouth stayed shut, but his eyes widened in horror, and his arms flailed a bit, almost knocking over his glass. He turned to make sure his precious was secure, then snapped his head back around excorsist-like, the same look of surprise still on his face. Will did not have time to change his expression because the out-of-thin-air-man immediately went on into speaking. His accent was glorious. Will found himself forgetting what the man was saying, and just reading his lips. How did they move that fast? How did he make words sound so pretty? Will caught himself losing focus and snapped back to reality. The man knew his name, so Will should've known his. He said the office but Will didn't have an office. Offices were boring. At least the ginger thought they were. He never had experience with them. They could be the most fun in the world. No, this man either did not know Will, or he was an X-Factor-ee. And then it dawned on him: Bandit (or something like that, he wasn't very good with names)! At least the man gave him a good excuse for not knowing. He was going to say something when the cajun offered to buy him the drink. His eyes went wide for the billionth time "Much obliged". The eye-thing he was doing with blondie was a bit wierd, but he could shut up and drink if someone was offering. He was just fine with that proposition. So he took a big gulp of whiskey before returning to the conversation. By the time he did, glowy-eyes had whispered something in the other one's ear, who then proceded to drain a whole glass. It was a beautiful sight, and Will viewed it as a challenge. So he took his large glass, and downed the whole thing in one go, then waved a hand at the bartender signaling for more. He turned back to bandit, or gambler or--Gambit! That's what his name was. Or his code-name or what-not. He turned back to Gambit with a somewhat perplexed look, "So you're -- you know --in the thing too? Right, no right I remember, just um...yeah..." as if on cue another glass arrived. Maybe he was more drunk coming in here then he thought. "I've heard about you -- er descriptions of you with the," He motioned to his eyes, "Things." he sighed and took another sip. So much for words. Hopefully his mutation'll kick in soon and he can talk. Probably not, though. |
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| Gambit | Apr 30 2014, 05:32 AM Post #6 |
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Any man who ever had two lovers at once has perpetually feared them meeting. Such was the Cajun's predicament now, though unfortunately this was in business rather than in romance. Had he been discovered two-timing on a woman, his empathic charm and natural good looks would carry him far. Besides, he never kept a relationship going long enough for such eventualities. But now his two lives had crossed paths. The Guild knew of his involvement with X-Factor but his reputation precluded turning anyone over for prosecution. In his own way he was cleaning up the streets anyway. He was maintaining order where had once been nothing but chaos. He was reinforcing civilization where others might consolidate power only to take advantage of the less fortunate. Indeed, the quality of life in general had been increasing for the denizens of the poorer quadrants of New York City. The thief was no Robin Hood, but he did prefer to patronize local small businesses. That had a trickle down effect that kept a good many people gainfully employed. The economy had only recently begun to rebound, and his ill-gotten gains were the welcomed spoils among the needy. He watched the ginger drain his glass and gave an approving nod. "Keep 'em coming Sal. I don't want to see an empty glass." Sal might have simply gifted Gambit his drinks, but for that streak of generosity that Remy had. If Sal had offered, Gambit would hear nothing of it. Remy had a great deal of money hidden away. One didn't steal the finest works of art in the world for so long and simply fritter the proceeds away. His pool winnings were as much for Sal's benefit as his own. Ok, so call him a hippie. All that mattered to Gambit was that his conscience let him sleep at night. |
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| Alexander | May 1 2014, 09:09 PM Post #7 |
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Drinking on someone elses bill was great, it was in fact awesome. Everytime Alex finished his glass, someone poured him another one! And this wasn't just the usual glass of beer he'd buy himself, this was the good stuff. The stuff on the back shelves that Alex had seen fancy business men with ties, or whatever, drain from their glasses like it was nectar from mother-earths own teats. And now he knew why. The golden liquid slithered down his throat with a burning that lingered for a moment, it tasted smokey almost like a campfire in a bottle and the dirty-blonde man felt like he should've had a good cigar for the occasion. He also felt like later he was gonna puke the nectar from mother-earths teats all over his bathroom floor. When Will talked about 'the thing' he was probably referring to X-factor, Alex mused, while trying not to stare too intensely but it was hard to think without focusing his eyes. Will seemed drunk. Gambit seemed worried. More alcohol. More alcohol would help. "You're a good friend Gammie, ya' mind if ah call ya Gammie? Of caurse ya don'! Caurse ya greaaa-t." Alex's drink sloshed violently as he gestured wildly and yet he managed not to spill one drop. "And ya know what Willy! Ya great too, if Gammie likes ya, I like ya." The private chauffeur for a prestigious club, and member of a highly serious thieving gang, reached out and patted Will on the shoulder and smiled. "Ah don't ev'n care that ya're a cop." |
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| Spider-Man | May 1 2014, 09:12 PM Post #8 |
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First, there might have been a sudden rumbling. It increased, causing the lantern-like fixtures from the ceiling to quiver, glasses to shake, and half-empty bottles to shiver. ... And then Spider-Man came crashing through the window, totally sober. The red and blue vigilante crashed hard into the bar, barely missing the bartender, who gave a frightened shout by the sudden explosion of transparent shrapnel. Back bent to an awkward angle over the counter, the momentarily prone arachnid gave a groan as he tried to recover. Through the lenses of his mask, the arachnid looked to one side, then the other. "Hey there, pretty lady," he said to the Cajun thief, then to Alex, "And friends." Okay. So maybe he got hit a lot harder than he thought he had been. Ow... Planting his hands onto the counter of the bar, Spider-Man twisted his body and shot his feet up, using the momentum of the movement. His form twisted impossibly until his toes found perch on the counter, where he crouched splayed out. Uprighted, Spider-Man got a better perspective on the world. The masked face was right in Alex's face for a moment. "Okay, definitely not a woman. Sorry. Nice scruff. Wish I could grow it," Spider-Man corrected himself. It wasn't easy figuring out the world when everything was blurry and potentially concussed by the heavy impact of a brutal blow. Even though he dealt with that thing rather often (sometimes too much, honestly), it still got to him. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't build an immunity to super-human strength. Really, it was horrible! "So. I don't want to burst anyone's bubble..." The glasses on the counter began to tremble, almost as though seismic waves were rumbling through the bar. There was a far-off roar steadily growing closer as the thumping the bar increased. "... But the safari just rolled into town. You guys know how it does that, right? Good. Because there's a Rhino about to come in through the window and I think you all should be not-sitting-right-here." The thunder of a stampede and roar of a beast reached a fever pitch and the wall behind the counter began to crumble as the severing horn of the Rhino pierced through it, pulverizing anything in its path. |
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| Ariel Jensen | May 1 2014, 10:02 PM Post #9 |
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Ariel looked at her phone as she walked down the streets towards Sal’s bar; it was late and she had only just gotten off from work an hour and a half ago, seen her text from Alex demanding her down to the bar, gone home to change to a tight dress, let her hair down and headed out. She walked quickly, hearing the sound of her high heels echoing through the street, despite people yelling, laughing and… crashing? She looked straight ahead; she was sure she could hear screams of terror and she was positive she had heard some sort of crash. She rolled her eyes and started walking faster, almost running towards the bar knowing that as soon as she got there she’d strangle someone. She felt the earth shaking beneath her periodically as if someone big and heavy was stumping on the ground near her and she opened the door into the bar seeing the mess despite people pushing past her to get out of the door. “Goddammit Alex, what did you do this time?” she asked before she spotted Gambit; one of Lucy’s friends, some redhead dude she didn’t know and… was that Spider-man? She stepped inside feeling the bar shake, the bartender flee quickly and the bottles on the wall fall down from their places and crash on the floor. She quickly walked over to Alex and grabbed his arm “What’s going on!?” she said looking out the window which was smashed. She widened her eyes as she saw a big, rhino looking creature charge toward it and gasped holding her hand out to make a wall of ice in front of the bar outside. “Notgoodnotgoodnotgood!” she babbled as she quickly moved to the other side of the bar, dragging Alex behind her in order to get away from whatever that thing was that would positively break through her ice faster than a wrecking ball. |
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| Survivor | May 2 2014, 05:21 PM Post #10 |
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The Drinks kept coming. And as a true-born Scotch-Irish man would do, Will kept drinking. Blondie started finding more words and Will was happy to hear the man speak. The guy was a tad more drunk than the redhead, but Will wasn't one to judge. He smiled and laughed along as...Alex? Alex. As Alex began confessing his love. "Hey yer good in my book too, friend," he poked the other drunk as he spoke then pulled his arm around him. Then the guy said something about police that Will wrinkled his nose at, "I'm not a cop-" he said defensively. At this point all the bottles began to shake, including his glass (which was now full again, which Will took as a sign he was on the right track. He took a sip of the drink and continued, "I'm not a COP, I'm a SUPERhero...er something..." and he drained half the glass. Then Spiderman was in the room. Will greeted the explosion of glass and crashing superhero with a loud, drunk hurray (as if that-guy-who-bought-everyone-drinks arrived at the bar). He laughed at the sight and downed his drink till it was empty. It was at this point that he caught sight of a rather large piece of glass in his forearm. He pulled it out with a pitiful "ow" and then took notice of not only the pain but the blood as well. His eyes went wide but his voice remained rather quiet and monotone so all he could manage was an enthusiastic moan of terror, "aaaaaahh". He quickly grabbed a random cloth from the counter he assumed was used to wipe up. The wound would heal fairly quickly but he couldn't account for blood loss, so he used the cloth to quickly bandage the wound. And then Spiderman was on the counter, which surprised Will enough to fall off the stool and onto the ground. It was here that he noticed another man on the floor (presumably a patron) who was on the floor cringing in fear. This of course was no matter to Will at the time, but the cigarette box not a foot away was. The redhead eagerly snatched up the container, and quickly produced from it a single cigarette. He had nothing to light it with, but just putting it in his mouth was sensation alone was enough to last him. But by the time Will looked up, it was too late to realise he had misplaced priorities. Some blue chick was rushing for Blondie, and a huge gray mass was heading straight for the bar. In the most Irish way possible, Will summed up his screw up in one phrase, "aaawww...SHITE!" and he launched himself over the counter to join the booze. |
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| Gambit | May 7 2014, 07:10 PM Post #11 |
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Gambit drank, but slowly. He had built up a tolerance to booze like any functional alcoholic might, but he hated to dull his senses like that. He drank along with the others, but his inebriation mostly an act. As Spidey crashed through the window, the thief reflexively retreated into his reinforced leather coat. There was a reason he wore the heavy thing year round, after all. Shards of glass and wood debris rattled harmlessly against it, sparing his single remaining biological eye. "Hey there, pretty lady." Gambit looked down at the sprawled out spandex-clad form quizzically. "I seen a lotta hommes tossed outta bars, but never into one ami. What's your trouble? ...Aside from t'inkin' I'm a fille." "So. I don't want to burst anyone's bubble..." Gambit felt the tremor rumble through the floor and braced himself. ...there's a Rhino about to come in through the window... "L'enferne, why didn' you jus' say so?" As the beast broke through the wall, Gambit lept straight up. He clung to a rafter beam while the rhino charged in below him. While his coat was normally an asset, at this point it proved to be a liability. As he dangled there from the ceiling, his long coat hung straight down. The rhino's horn caught on his hem and Gambit was pulled down as the animal ran. He crashed down on top of the creature, nearly rolling off it's side to the ground. He held on, however, and found himself sitting astride the rhino facing backwards as it charged on. "Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeee," the Cajun shouted excitedly. He dug his heels in and held on the best he could to the bucking animal. |
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| Spider-Man | May 8 2014, 08:30 PM Post #12 |
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Oh. Look. So this is where Ariel goes when she's not working? Never took her for a bar-type person. His spider-sense was singing something fierce, tickling like an irritable spider at the back of his head. His body moved as the Rhino crashed through the wall of the bar. The metallic horn, fashioned after the ivory of a true rhino, bore through the wall first, the first puncture of a blade to damage the integrity of everything else around it. Wood, concrete, re-bar -- it didn't matter what it was. It was gone the moment the Rhino smashed his way through the wall. Dust and debris flew out. The arachnid was off the bar in a side-ways flip, both hands outstretching to cover for the mess. Balls of webbing snapped off his wrists every which way, accounting for the greater, more damaging pieces heading toward the patrons of Sal's bar. Thankfully, none but the few were in the range of the monstrosity's immediate arrival. Though of course, those few just haaad to stick around. The thunderous chorus of the Rhino's fury waned after a moment, the lumbering giant of a man coming to a halt. Something covered his vision. Aleksei Sytsevich growled and jerked his head from side to side, jumping (as best as a Rhino could, considering how heavy he was) this way and that. One of the patrons was dangling off his back, the not-a-woman one with the funny looking eyes. Mutant, no doubt. That was totally going to help Spider-Man's reputation in the long run, wasn't it? "No!" Spider-Man yelled as he landed on a pillar, launching himself up onto the ceiling. He bounded, twisting his body again as he shot horizontally through the air to land on the Rhino's back. The Rhino took out another pillar, just before smashing his way into one of the heavy set pool tables. Bright-eyes dangled from the horn, apparently desperate to break away. "This isn't that kind of bar! No bucking broncos! Bad! Bad over-weight giant grey pony! Sorry--" Spider-Man's foot found its way onto the back of Gambit's head for a moment. Okay, seriously. Who wears a duster? Is it Firefly cosplay night? Clinging to the grey, metallic, half-mechanized hide of the Rhino's armor, the arachnid found a good enough grip on the jacket. "Yoink!" The material tore, shredding it, and releasing Gambit from the buckling beast's back. "Everybodyshould--" Spider-Man grunted as the Rhino reeled, lumbering, through the bar in a rampage. Getting his feet under him, he shot a web onto each of the Rhino's wrists, pulling them back with all his strength. "--probablygetoutofhere!" Unless they could help deal with the problem. Winkwink. Nudgenudge. |
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| Alexander | May 11 2014, 09:19 PM Post #13 |
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As soon as the words had left his mouth, the ones about Willy being a cop, he experienced intense regret. He wasn't supposed to know anything about any law-enforcement thing! Although, he supposed he could talk himself out of it by saying Gambit had said that he himself was a cop, and they had talked about some office - hadn't they? And Alex could've just thought Will was a cop too. Luckily, no one seemed to pay attention to that 'cause Spiderman suddenly crashed the party. In the most literal sense ever. The air was filled with debris and Alex covered his face with his arm just in time. "Heey-" Alex answered the weirdly bent over vigilante, and that's when he noticed Ariel. All tall in her heels, long red hair flowing freely and in a tight dress that meant Alex didn't hear a word of what she was saying, but he understood that she thought this was all his fault. "I didn't do nothin' I swear!" He defend himself, and now the bar was shaking like a strung-out junkie and Ariel was pulling him by the arm, and what the fuck was the fuss all about? Alex had barely managed to grab his drink before she pulled him behind the counter! The booze was falling from the shelves as Alex tried to look out from behind the counter, with Ariel still clutching his arm like he was a toddler trying to run into traffic, and he saw a big, holyshitHUGE horned dude ram into the bar like he was a Mac-Truck and the building was made of paper paper mache! Drawing back behind the bar so fast, he almost hit his head on the counter. That's when Willy came jumping over the bar counter, landing in a puddle of booze, with a cigarette in his mouth. Almost automatically, Alex fished out his lighter and turned it on. Willy was bleeding through an improvised bandage on his arm and dripping all over the floor, and Sal was gonna be pissed. Not so much about the bleeding, more about the damages. Maybe insurance would cover it, now a days insurance really should cover random villain attacks. Now Alex could hear what sounded like a french way of saying 'yippeee', like they did in the rodeo, and he leaned out from behind the counter again and saw his fearless leader, hanging upside down with his cape-jacket-whatever caught on the fucking things horn. And then Spiderman was on the things back as well, yelling at the grey beast and if Alex hadn't thought his life was in danger he would've probably pissed himself laughing at the things the spider-dude was yelling at it. He managed to free Gambit from Rhinos horn and get a hold of the massive monster-truck sized... well, monster, and was yelling about people getting the hell out. Alex looked towards the door, but it was blocked by a huge support beam that had fallen after Rhino had crashed into the bar, there was no getting out that way. The technopath couldn't do much about this power-wise, unless there just so happened to be a fucking Mac-Truck outside he could try to ram into the bar the way Rhino came in, but fat chance of that. He looked at Ariel who looked beautiful, then at Willy, who was still bleeding, then at the lit cigarette in the mans mouth, then at the lighter in his hand and finally at all of the booze. Lightbulb. Alex reached for an unbroken bottle of vodka by his feet, unscrewed the top, took a good swing and took one of the booze soaked cloths on the floor that the bartender had probably dropped in his hurry to get the fuck out of dodge. He then stuffed the cloth into the bottle so it touched the liquid in there and sat up into a crouching position as he flicked his lighter open again and looked at Ariel with a big grin. "Up for some lightly toasted rhino?" Flicking on the lighter, setting the cloth ablaze and then throwing it directly in Rhino's horny face. The bottle broke spectacularly and sat the beast, held back by Spidermans web, on fucking fire and Alex whooped loudly. Although. It would seem that the fire had only pissed the thing off. Fuck. |
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| Ariel Jensen | May 12 2014, 03:19 PM Post #14 |
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Ariel looked as the rhino ran in to the bar and started jumping around with Gambit on his back; she couldn’t help but to grin widely at the scene. It was all too comical, despite the fact that there was a mutated brunt willing to crash them all, free in a somewhat crammed place. She looked around making sure that everyone was out, except for that pathetic looking guy who was bleeding, Gambit who clearly needed help, Spider-man who was clearly compensating for something with his big mouth and Alex who was… well his old drunken self who needed someone to keep him safe. She knew that Gambit could withstand her cold for a little time, Spider-man could probably get out of the way in time, but there was no way she could be sure that her red brother could take it and she knew Alex couldn’t. Dammit. I can’t unleash all of my powers in here. It’s too small. She looked as Alex quickly started to make a small alcohol bomb and it gave her an idea and she smirked knowingly “Actually I like my Rhino put on ice” she said and quickly placed her hand on the counter jumping over it, allowing her dress to slide further up her legs for her to feel less restricted. She stood up on the counter, towering up, however still nowhere near the height of her enemy. She grabbed a hold of her dress and ripped it on the side up to her hip. “Someone’s gonna pay for this dress…” she mumbled and jumped down from the counter just as Alex threw the bomb. She used the time that the Rhino was dealing with the fire to sneak up behind him and quickly jumped up on a table “Woah!” she shouted a little as her heel caught on some spilt alcohol and she needed to take a minute to gain her balance. By the time she was stable on her legs she looked up and saw that the guy was getting ready to charge after Alex and tightened her fists before putting her two fingers in her mouth and whistled. “Hey, Handsome!” she yelled catching his attention. “You know how I feel about exotic animals?” she asked as the air around her started to drop in temperature and mist started to surround her. “I’m a Dane” she said and extended her arms from her body lifting her head a bit, sensing all the water molecules around her in the bar from all the smashed bottles. She closed her eyes sensing that he was getting ready to charge “And we dislike anything more exotic than a puddle” she said opening her eyes and quickly extending her arms towards him creating ice up around his legs. Every time he broke free she created more and made it thicker. “Guys! This might be a great time to-SHIT!” she quickly jumped down as Rhino lifted his arm to smash down on the table she was standing on and stood up next to him. “Dude. You need to cool down.” She said and concentrated on the water in his mouth. She closed her eyes and hoped that the guys would distract the guy because what she was doing meant that she couldn’t protect herself. |
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| Exodus | May 14 2014, 10:41 PM Post #15 |
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Traveling anywhere outside of your own home was always a dangerous venture when you were one of the most wanted people on the planet. It was for this reason that Exodus had remained in the shadows for so long. From his chambers in Sanctuary, he had commanded the movements and activities of Brotherhood operations all over the world. There were times, however, that it required a personal touch and the teleportation abilities that Sanctuary possessed were more than capable from moving him in and out of a place unseen. Sure, Pyro or another trustworthy member of the Brotherhood could be sent. But from time to time, a personal reminder was needed. “Who is second in command here?” Exodus asked, as a dead body slipped from his telekinetic grasp. A woman in the front of those assembled raised her hand. Exodus turned towards her. “No more mistakes. No more chances. If I hear of another slip up like Crank made, then I'll get rid of every one of you. And I don't mean you'll be back on the streets. I mean you'll be in Sanctuary, with me. All of you!” The building around them rumbled, causing Exodus to pause his little speech that he was making to the Brotherhood cell. He looked up to the ceiling as dust flutter down, illuminated by the incandescent lights. Everyone in the room stood there quietly as another rumbled occurred, this time closer than the last. “That's no earthquake,” Exodus said to himself. “I think it's time we leave, Exodus,” Stranger said, stepping up next to his leader, who he was escorting from Sanctuary. “No. There is some power behind that. Listen,” Exodus said in a whisper. Another rumble, and the building shook hard. Somewhere nearby, a great crash was heard. Exodus perked up and clapped his hands together. “Well, meeting adjourned. I'm going to go see what that was. Stranger, be ready for my call.” Exodus marched away from the those who were gathered, leaving them all confused and looking at one another. They were supposed to be receiving a briefing and instead their cell leader was killed in front of them and then Exodus walked off. Stranger was left to do the briefing, and he was unprepared for it. Meanwhile, Exodus exited out of the side of the building and made his way down the alley towards the continuing noises. The trail was not hard to find. Pieces of buildings shattered here and there, making a bee line for a bar that was down the road a bit. Exodus lifted himself from the ground and crossed the distance quickly, landing just outside Sal's Bar. Putting both hands behind his back, Exodus walked curiously into the bar through the massive wall that the Rhino had made and smirked at what he saw inside. “Well, well,” Exodus said, seeing the meta-humans mixing it up along with mutants. He continued in as a couple of them rode on the Rhino. Particularly, he looked at Spider-Man, one of New York's most famous heroes. Despite not being the one who stopped Apocalypse, the Purifiers, the Illuminati, or other mutant threats, the city of New York loved him. It had to be the mask. It was very marketable. Along with Spider-man was a few others, though Gambit was the only one he vaguely recognized. And if he wasn't mistaken, Remy LeBeau was one of those that turned his back on the Brotherhood. The Rhino, though. He was taking them all on remarkably well, considering he was a low level criminal. Even though he was a poor man's Juggernaut. Perhaps he would assist the criminal, the “bad guy” that was here. Perhaps not. All in all, it looked like Rhino had kicked open an ant's nest. Humans were still scrambling. Those who could fight, were in the process of doing so. And while Rhino was a surprise for them all, how much more then would Exodus be? This could be huge, after all. SHIELD could already be aware of the situation. If Exodus got involved at all, surely their censoring devices would fluctuate with the amount of power that he possessed. While he had left the meeting due to curiosity, frankly, he would have to be crazy to get involved here. “Do you know what I truly despise?” Exodus asked, stepping down through the rubble and into the bar. He asked the question whether anyone was listening or not. “I truly hate humans who attempt to be Gods.” Exodus rose into the air about the time that Spider-Man pulled back upon Rhino's arms. The air pressure within the room seemed to lower as Exodus drew his fist back and then a shockwave went throughout the building as a telekinetic force struck Rhino directly in his mid-section. The force applied was no less than 75 tons, focused into a fist sized blast. The Rhino went flying like a rag doll through the opposite wall he had entered. “That's why I don't care for you,” Exodus said, then pointed at Spider-Man. “You are an example of humans attempting to compete with evolution. When we are the chosen.” He moved his hand towards Gambit, Ariel, and the others. “Not you, Spider-Man.” |
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