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Pottery 101; Scorpion, Bishop, Speed
Topic Started: Feb 2 2015, 08:33 PM (179 Views)
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Pine Hills, Albany, New York
February 3rd
11am



“Hey Johnson, what’s that ETA looking like?”

”Three minutes out, ma’am.”

When the report first came in Reina thought that it was a joke, a gag to lighten things up. Seriously. Monsters made of clay running amuck, wreaking havoc all over Pine Hills sounded like fiction. But then the footage from news reports and amateurs with cell phones was shown and any thought of it being a joke was washed away real quick. She remembered seeing a woman fleeing for her life right before one of the creatures skewered her on camera for anyone watching to see. After that things went dark. No more ground coverage from the news teams. That didn’t bode well for the citizens of the small neighborhood. The cops had been incapable of handling such a situation. They did what they could against the assault, but it was all ultimately useless. So here Reina sat in a quinjet with four other agents ready to do what they did best.

“Just when you think you’ve seen everything something like this goes down.” She shook her head as she checked the magazine in her service weapon. “There will never be a lack of excitement on this job, I tell you what.” The weird and the strange should have been routine by now, but it wasn’t. Reina could still be surprised by the things that they encountered, the crap the world had to throw at them. “I highly doubt that some pile of clay gained consciousness is seeking revenge on all the hands that molded its brethren.” She paused for a second to consider that then shook her head. Although that would make for an interesting mission write up once it was all over. “So my guess is a mutant is behind all this unfortunately.” She exhaled heavily. Why did it always have to be one of theirs? Of course she didn’t think that mutants were superior in the slightest, but why did nearly everything that went bad have to be caused by mutant involvement?

Soon the quinjet came to hover over an empty spot in the middle of a road. Overturned vehicles, broken glass, uprooted street lamps, and abandoned bikes were scattered throughout. If she didn’t know any better she would have thought they were being dropped into the setting of a zombie apocalypse movie. There wasn’t a single living soul out in the open or any sign of the creatures they were meant to stop. The hatch of the aerial vehicle opened. “Alright Johnson, keep this bad boy close. Hopefully we won’t be too long.” She slapped Bishop on the shoulder before heading out.
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Carmilla Black
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This mission was…Unusual. To say the least. Most of her missions had been relatively direct, and of course, she was still under supervision for the most part. Part of her ‘parole’. This, however, was unique – clay…monsters? Yeah, they used that word. Monster. She’d seen the footage, studied the movements of the strange, obviously controlled creatures. As Reina stated, it was most likely a mutant behind the attack, although what motive the person could have for causing such havoc was beyond Carmilla. Then again, it wasn’t her job to figure out why. Just to help stop it. Settled comfortably in the jet, her seat spaced safely away from the other agents, as she fiddled absently with the silver gauntlet protecting her poisonous hand, Carm glanced at Reina.

She didn’t know these particular agents very well, which was another odd turn of events – usually she was partnered with a team she was used to, or at least who were used to her. She could only assume they’d all been briefed about the nature of her own powers and mutation, and the need to keep away from her left arm, should she need to use them. The glove was shortened, metal encasing just her palm and arm to the elbow, her fingers free to move and flex. A few minutes into the flight, and she’d pulled out a slim case of injection needles, fingers dancing through the syringes until she found one she wanted. Tugging it out and using her left hand to almost carelessly inject the substance into her right arm, not even bothering to find a vein.

Replacing the needle as her right hand went numb and tingly, she shoved the box back into her pack, rolling her shoulder with a hiss as the sedative coursed through her veins, only to be absorbed without much effect. Cracking her wrist and staring at the faint green glow coming from her left fingertips, she glanced up as the jet stilled. As the jet hovered, she glanced out the window, raising a vivid green eyebrow thoughtfully.

“Huh. I expected more movement. I’m dosed with sedative, so if we can find whoever’s behind this, I can give him a light dose to take him out.” Well, as light a dose as she could. She was pretty sure he’d live. Probably have a hell of a headache afterwards though. As the other agent jumped, Carmilla sidled to the edge, slipping out of the hatch almost silently, landing in a smooth crouch on the ground, deep green braid flipped over her shoulder.

“Any ideas on how we’re supposed to fight clay monsters? Flame thrower? Fire hose? Something tells me normal weapons aren’t gonna be much help, and I can’t poison something made of clay.” Cara muttered into the communicator tucked into her ear, glancing at the other agents before scanning the area again, green eyes wary.
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Bishop
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He was nearly waist deep in reports when the news came in that well...giant clay monsters were running around a place called Pine Hills and generally fucking things up. Not only did that sound like a mutant gone bad, but he assumed since the creatures were made of clay they couldn't just pump them full of lead and call it a day...not that they'd to that to normal people. Monsters though, they usually tended to be fair game. It meant they'd have to use creative means, powered means to stop these things.

He was game for it, since he'd been at his desk so long it felt like it was growing around him. He'd seen that lady get impaled by a Playdogh nightmare. They had to stop this thing. They had to mobilize quick, and in just fifteen minutes he was geared out and sitting in the Quinjet along with the others. Reina spoke up over the loud silence that came with riding in the cargo bay of a supersonic jet; and at the end there he though he heard an impression.

"Of course it won't get dull, Hank. We're international super agents who fight monsters on a pretty much daily basis. Aside from the paperwork, this job is the definition of fast paced and exciting," he said with a good natured laugh while snapping the energy coil into his pistol. Leaning back against the bulkhead, he closed his eyes and waited for them to arrive at the drop point, but his head turned in Reina's direction when she pointed out how the monsters running around were more than like an extension of a mutants power. "And what's worse, we don't know if this person is controlling this...or can't handle this amount of power.

So we need to find out if this is purposeful or just someone who lost control of their abilities." When they arrived, everyone looked at the scene below...or lack thereof. Nobody was out, no movement. This looked like a ghost town. He shrugged his shoulders at Scorpion's observation, as he knew the scenario far too well from personal experience. "People get smart after a while...or at least scared enough to use common sense. They're probably barricaded in their homes and hoping that those things can't get in. Or at least outta sight, outta mind. Monsters can't see them, so they got no need to go looking.

It doesn't always work, but when it does it's a life saver. And it proves the monsters aren't all that smart." He hopped out after Reina and Scorpion, and jumped as high as he could on the way out. The impact with the ground sent a surge of energy directly to his tank. He loved his powers. His head was on a swivel while walking over to Scorpion, then he pulled out his pistol and handed it to her by the barrel.

"Custom-made 45. pistol. Uses my own energy as ammo." He showed her how to switch between the firing modes of Concussion, Thermal, Explosive, and Electricity . "It's at 100% charge so you can use it for a while before I need to refill the battery, but as long as you keep it on thermal, cauterize their joints. Or just blow em up...you should be golden." Since Scorpion had his pistol now, Bishop slung his rifle off his back and into his hands. "So. Any ideas on where to start?"
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