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| Topic Started: Jan 29 2017, 06:55 AM (234 Views) | |
| Mesmero | Jan 29 2017, 06:55 AM Post #1 |
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Hyper-Hypnotism
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10pm Monday, January 30 2017, NYPD precinct in southern Manhattan (Open to anyone... Brotherhood members, Brotherhood allies, mesmerized people temporarily allied with the Brotherhood, good guys opposing the Brotherhood, innocent bystanders, not-so-innocent bystanders, whatever floats your boat.) Vinnie ducked behind a wall as a hail of gunfire peppered the space he'd occupied a moment earlier. This, Vinnie decided as he fed a new magazine into his AK, and is not going well. It was supposed to be a milk run: targetting an NYPD precinct whose officers had a distressing habit of targetting mutant residents for harassment, and whose mutant suspects had an even more distressing habit of not making it out of interrogation chambers alive. Vinnie didn't know who did what, who knew what, who had allowed or encouraged what. He didn't care. As far as he was concerned the whole precinct deserved to be wiped from the map simply for being police officers, that they were a hotpoint of anti-mutant bigotry just made it more fun. Vinnie's team had taken out the officers on duty without much difficulty, the demolitions expert he'd "recruited" had started placing explosive charges at key points, he'd begun freeing prisoners and recruiting them to defend the ramparts. And then things had gone wrong. Vinnie still didn't quite understand what had happened, but apparently someone had anticipated their attack; once they'd revealed themselves, the enemy had moved in, equipped to resist their abilities. Now the Brotherhood and its allies were pinned down and separated and if he couldn't rally them quickly they'd likely be dead soon. "If you can hear me," he called out over his comm and also as loudly as he could, "get downstairs, fast! Last ones out collapse the stairs behind you, we regroup there and find another way out!" He wasn't worried about the enemy overhearing him; they'd already demonstrated the effectiveness of their earplugs. If that left them deaf, well, Vinnie was willing to take advantage of that. (OOC note: I don't have any particular plans for this thread other than some violence. We can play it by ear, or if you want to do some plotting feel free to hit me up via AIM or PM.) |
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| Thebe Okonma | Jan 29 2017, 06:37 PM Post #2 |
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Thebe avoided cops even then while technically a law abiding citizen Thebe did not feel comfortable around, nor was he a particular fan of police officers. Especially the officers that were stationed out of the Southern Manhattan District. They were notorious racists, infamous for beating up on minorities, mutants, and Thebe had had more than a few old associates get arrested by them only to suffer some sort of freak accident while in their custody resulting in their deaths. Thebe himself had been on the receiving end of their brutal, and often heavy-handed brand of justice more than a few times in the past. Thebe held no love for South Manhattan PD. Which was why after following the sound of chaotic gunfire, and discovering that the SMPD was the source. Thebe hesitated before acting. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but from the looks of it, there was some type of jail break taking place. He stood in the alleyway across the street weighing his options. Had it been any other building, business establishment, hell or even any other police department Thebe wouldn't have even hesitated. But there was a part of him that felt like all that was happening were the chickens were coming home to roost, and the crooked police department was finally getting what it deserved. He even smirked when a few mutants he recognized burst out of the building whooping and cheering as they celebrated their newfound freedom. Truthfully, he didn't want to get involved it was none of his business. That was how he felt, but he also knew that as a member of X-Factor it was also his civic duty, or the right thing whatever the fuck Alex liked to call it. It was his job to protect everyone even police officers he may have halfway felt deserved what was coming to them. "What the hell has your life become dude?" Thebe lamented to himself with a head shake before running across the street, and into the police station. The moment he got to the door he found himself face to face with a heavily muscled mutant who had a pair of bullhorns growing out of his head. Thebe was a pretty tall guy, he stood at around 6'3, and the bull-man or whoever he was still towered a foot taller than he did. He snorted angerly at Thebe before throwing a punch at him. A punch that Thebe caught with his right hand utilizing his shapeshifting to enlarge his hand making it easier to block the huge thing's fist. The elastic superhero extended his free left hand, before throwing a punch of his own putting a good amount of his super strength behind the blow. The hit sent the bullman, on a bull ride he was sent flying back before crashing into the wall behind him. "Alright, superheroes are here!" Thebe declared out loud to everyone and no one. "If I were you, I'd cut my losses and get the fuck outta here!" Thebe warned he was by himself from what he could see and didn't think he was gonna be able to catch everyone. So, he decided his best bet would've been to calm the situation before all the dirty ass cops didn't get murdered. "Tether of X-Factor is in the building!" He added jokingly for good measure. "If you don't know, you better ask somebody!" "There's one!" He heard someone say before feeling bullets hit him in the chest. It had been one of the police officers having mistaken him for one of the attackers he ha shot Thebe rapidly before the elastic young super hero knew what hit him the officer had shot him three times with his sidearm. "Yeah, totally should've just minded my own business." Thebe thought to himself, as the bullets fell from his body due to the fact that he instinctually lowered his density to avoid having the bullets ricochet off of him where they could have hurt someone else. He then extended his arms and forcibly snatched the firearm away from the officer. "One of the good guys chief!" Thebe announced hoping to avoid any further mixups. "get downstairs, fast! Last ones out collapse the stairs behind you, we regroup there and find another way out!" "Oh, well. I wonder where they're headed?" Thebe remarked to hismelf casually before making his way towards the downstairs area . |
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| Mesmero | Jan 31 2017, 10:22 PM Post #3 |
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"Tether of X-Factor is in the building! If you don't know, you better ask somebody!" Tether wasn't a name Vinnie recognized, but X-Factor certainly was... an organization that at one time seemed to primarily comprise Brotherhood expatriates, and whose leader had turned out to be one of Apocalypse's Horsemen, but who nevertheless identified as superheroes. And this Tether seemed consistent with that, although apparently the cops themselves weren't entirely convinced, to judge from the hail of gunfire that greeted him. Sadly, Tether turned out to be bulletproof, which required Vinnie to rethink his strategy for dealing with him. "One of the good guys chief!" Vinnie wondered whether any of the trigger-happy police could actually hear the elastic hero. Probably not, given the equipment they'd deployed to protect themselves from Vinnie's hypnotic voice. But if Tether was listening, that meant additional options presented themselves. "Tether!" he shouted from the top of the stairs, pouring his power into his voice. "Stop the --" He was interrupted by a bazooka shell striking the bullet-pocked wall that he'd been hiding behind. Jesus! They are serious about this! "Stop the police before they kill somebody!" he completed, then bolted down the stairs. Hopefully that would buy him some time, but he wasn't counting on it; this was far from an optimal situation for his abilities, with gunfire and explosives and angry mutants going off everywhere, so there was no telling whether his command would even affect the hero at all. Still, it was worth a shot. |
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| Thebe Okonma | Feb 2 2017, 06:25 AM Post #4 |
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Thebe wasn’t a rookie by any stretch of the imagination. His time as a professional thief had allowed him to accumulate a vast array of skills which made him formidable in a wide range of situations. Transitioning from thief to vigilante was an adjustment, to say the least, but Tether was pleasantly surprised to discover that many of the skills he had learned as a thief, also benefited him as a hero. Despite this, there were several differences of which Thebe was still becoming accustomed. The biggest of which was teamwork. Tether wasn't familiar with or accustomed to working on a team; this was because as a criminal he didn’t have many opportunities to associate or cooperate with trustworthy dependable individuals. There were only a handful of people he trusted enough to work with within a team setting. And although his X-Factor teammates were certainly people he could rely on. He still hadn't been on the team long enough to where calling them in situations where he might need backup was second nature. Thebe, the thief, was used to feeling safer working alone. Doing things solo spared him the disappointment of being let down or worse betrayed. Tether, the hero, however, was about to learn the hard way what happened when you tried to handle every situation solo. When Tether heard Mesmero's voice, he stopped in his tracks going into a trance state and remaining that way even when the Brotherhood hypnotist was interrupted by gunfire. "Stop the police before they kill somebody!" Just like that everything started to make sense. The Brotherhood weren't the danger...the police officers were! They had been abusive towards mutants for as long as Thebe could remember. The Brotherhood was just doing what should've been done years ago. They only needed Thebe's help to finish what had already been started. The police were trying to kill them all, but Thebe wasn't about to let that happen. Not on his watch, it was time to give them a taste of their own medicine. Thebe's brows furrowed as the expression on his face became sinister. He turned around, no longer interested in pursuing the Brotherhood downstairs like he had been just seconds earlier. He turned around just in time to face the one dozen officers, who'd come to provide backup for the policeman that Thebe had casually disarmed a moment before. His gaze narrowed instantly recognizing the null-tech fueled weaponry that they were equipped with. They seemed confident. The way they always did whenever they had their precious null-weapons on them. Their smug expressions infuriated Thebe. Their weapons made them feel powerful; they meant to victimize Thebe. Just like they'd done in the past. Not this time, Thebe might have retreated sheepishly, but not Tether. Tether wasn't going to let them bully him around anymore, or impose their will on him. He was going to show them what power truly was. The officers opened fire and Thebe flattened himself almost instantly. Easily avoiding the null darts which zipped harmlessly above him. After evading their attack, Thebe extended his arms across the floor moving them so quickly that they seemed almost a blur as they slithered across the room before entangling the ankles of four of the men. Once he had ahold of them, he quickly unflattened himself while simultaneously pulling their legs out from underneath them. Resulting in them falling on their backs with an audible thud. Tether then forcibly lifted them upwards slamming them into the ceiling with all of his might; Before slamming them back down onto the ground with such force that he could feel their bones break from the impact. The sheer ruthlessness of the attack had caught the other officers off guard distracting them for the briefest of moments before they could reorient themselves and once again try to open fire on him. Tether once again lifted the guards up using the now broken men as human shields. When the officers shot the only thing, they managed to hit where the broken and battered bodies of their squad-mates. They were in a hallway, which made flanking Thebe almost impossible. After using his human shields, he rammed them backward into his adversaries knocking them all off balance. He then dropped the officers and extended his arms even further behind them to grab hold of a vending machine. Once he had the machine in hand, he hoisted it up and slammed it down hard on the now downed officers the impact generating an ominous and nauseating crunch. In a matter of seconds, Tether had taken down the officers and doing so brought a smirk to the hypnotized hero's face. Those cops wouldn't be abusing mutants or anyone else anytime soon. Not as long as Tether the superhero had anything to say about it. But something wasn't right. Thebe took a step back, looking at the now pile of beaten and broken officers. The sight made him pause...something wasn't right. He should've felt victorious...elated even. But he didn't, something was wrong something seemed off. For some reason seeing the aftermath of his handiwork made him feel sick to his stomach. The effect of Mesmero's hypnotism still had a lingering hold on his psyche. So, he wasn't acutely aware of the extent of what he'd done. Instinctively, however, something felt off. |
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| Vertigo | Feb 4 2017, 04:01 AM Post #5 |
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Hypnotic Disorientation/ Cool Hair
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“Boom, we go now.” “For the hundredth frikkin’ time! My. Name. Is. Austin!” The chemical engineer sighed as he set the last detonation charge on the top floor. This was the exact reason he’d never taken a ‘mutant name’ - because he just knew with his demolitions expertise he’d get stuck with some stupid nickname that had nothing to do with his actual x-gene: two extra arms and a third eye. He had no problem getting interviews for work but then when he showed up in person the sapes always took one look at him and suddenly decided they had someone better to hire. It was why he ended up taking freelance gigs like this. Plus Vincent was really persuasive… Now this green-haired killer hippy kept calling him ‘Boom’ and he just knew somewhere along the line it was going to end up sticking when her cohorts addressed him. “Boom-Austin we go now?” Vai tried again. The building shook as several mutants down on the ground let rip. There was largely nothing but dead bodies and cowering admin workers left where they were. She merrily skipped over to one such survivor, her white shirt spattered with the red of another person. “Where are you keep the speaky-louds?” She mimed something that looked like she meant an old fashioned pistol. “The… what?” “I think she means megaphones, ma’am.” “Wha… Downstairs. There’s a couple in the riot room downstairs.” Vertigo turned to the demolition man in complete seriousness. “I want.” If she needed to find an actual room labelled ‘Riot’ then someone else would have to read the signs for her. “Okay, okay…” Austin had already seen what the girl did to those who told her no. It was… informative, to say the least. Another loud hail of gunfire rang out downstairs and Vinnie’s voice came on over the ear-pieces. “If you can hear me, get downstairs, fast! Last ones out collapse the stairs behind you, we regroup there and find another way out!” “On it!” Austin replied before glancing to Vertigo again. “You hear that? You sure you got time to be wastin’ on some stupid bullhorn?” “I want!” She growled insistently. “You might wanna get real clear of this place, real soon.” Austin told told the woman still clinging to the corner of her desk in shellshock. And loud enough that the others still hiding up there would hear. “Take the fire exit. Clock’s gonna be tickin’.” Since they hadn’t cut the power yet, he and Vertigo took the elevator down like civilized people. Vai spent the whole time humming along to the ‘muzak’, apparently indifferent to the sound of alarms and shots being exchanged all around. It made Austin feel queasy. The ‘bing’ of the doors opening was like a starting pistol for the cacophony that immediately greeted them. “Riot room!” Vai demanded like an impatient child. Austin hustled her over to a computer on a desk near the lifts and plugged in a USB device. The killer hippy fidgeted impatiently but he needed to check the layouts for his own purposes. It’d make the whole place go up that much easier if they had an evidence room full of fallow munitions lying around. Crowd control chemicals in a riot room might be an issue too. “You see here?” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the screen. “Yas.” “That’s where we are. And here? That’s where you probably wanna go. Here, take these for if it’s locked.” He handed her a trio of small containers that looked like they were made for applying grease onto motorcycle chains. They were filled with corrosive. He had more of a vested interest in making sure Mesmero, as his employer, didn’t get his face caved in by a bullet or a falling chunk of debris. He flicked at the remote trigger in his third hand and an explosion consumed the upper stairwell, rocking the building. “Boom!” Vai chirped before scampering off. It didn’t take her long to find Vinnie ordering around a boy who looked like he should’ve been related to Gorgeous George. She kept low and moved quietly, using aura alone to lurch away those officers that Vinnie’s new friend hadn’t crushed. “Who are this one?” She pointed when she finally got to her General. He didn’t look like any of the mutants they’d liberated from the holding cells. She still had one hand up hesitantly, half-concentrating on scrambling the brains of anyone who thought they still had Mesmero in their line of fire. |
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| Mesmero | Feb 5 2017, 06:14 PM Post #6 |
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From the sounds of battle behind him, Mesmero inferred that his hasty order had actually turned the superhero against the police, despite all the distractions. Whether the man was exceptionally weak-willed or predisposed to distrust the police, Vinnie had no way of knowing, nor did he really care very much... whatever worked. More importantly, he was effective. But he didn't count on it lasting forever. Fortunately, he didn't have to count on it. Right on schedule, the upper building went up in an earthshattering... or, well, at least building-shattering... kaboom. At least Austin's part of the operation had gone according to schedule. Except that Vinnie and the first-floor team was supposed to be outside by now, not trapped in the lower levels. No battle plan survives contact with the enemy, he reminded himself. He found that fact oddly soothing, to be honest... no matter how much anyone tried to control everything, there was always chaos at the heart of any human activity. “Who are this one?” "Tether, I think he said his name was." Vinnie felt better with the green-haired savage around... not only was she a one-woman crowd-control team, she was actually genuinely loyal to the Brotherhood, and seemed to enjoy causing havoc quite as much as Vinnie himself did. Not that he really cared that much about the difference between genuine and induced loyalty (it amounted to the same thing in the end, after all), but the former took a lot less maintenance. "OK, change of plans," he announced to his bedraggled squad as it reformed. "We need to find another way out. Anyone got any ideas, speak up now." He put his power behind that last request, as much by reflex as intention. "I do," came a voice from behind a closet door. Vinnie opened it to reveal a young man, unarmed, in a police uniform. "Tell me who you are," Vinnie commanded, catching the rookie's gaze in his own, "what you're doing in that closet, and how we can get out." "Danny Puzo, 16th precinct," the babyfaced officer replied nervously. "I'm hiding, sir. Or, well, was. And... there's an old bricked-off tunnel behind the uniform closet, from back when this building was a Prohibition speak-easy." His eyes widened in the why-did-I-just-tell-you-that? expression Vinnie knew quite well. "Well, that's convenient," he replied. "Lead the way... and quickly." |
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| Box | Feb 6 2017, 09:09 PM Post #7 |
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((With permission granted by Wiccan)) Amidst the chaos, amidst the violence inflicted by Mesmero's guerilla assault on the New York police department, amidst the escape in progress that had injured a good number of New York's finest, a bright light shone, a swirling vortex of blue and white light. And from that light, a transportation spell enacted by William Kaplan, emerged a contingency from X-Factor. X-Factor, who thanks to a mixture of next-generation technology and arcane energies kept tabs on the city it resided in and aimed to protect, had noticed the assault on the precinct and the trouble that one of its members found itself in. Out of the portal stepped a sleek, man-sized robot, gleaming red and silver, with a bright green glowing visor where the eyes would stand on an otherwise expressionless and featureless face. The most current iteration of the Box robot, compact and agile, sacrificing the raw power of his larger form for maneuverability and speed. "How about we have a nice, quiet surrender, eh?" Box asked, arms lifted and repulsor beams in the palms brightly glowing. Onboard computers were scanning the situation. Plenty injured, a good lot of collateral damage throughout - Tether was on the scene somewhere. "Tether - backup has arrived," Box spoke over the communication channel X-Factor operated on. |
![]() Signature mock-up made by Heather, the greatest Heather I know. :) Oh it's tough bein' a Box, but I'm livin' it up, livin' it up - doot-doot-doot-doot-doo - livin' it up, livin' it up - BOX! | |
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| Thebe Okonma | Feb 7 2017, 12:10 AM Post #8 |
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As Mesmero's hypnotism wore off Thebe's brain was foggy. He was confused, and his thoughts were hazy so much so that for a second he had forgotten where he was, and even why he was there. He looked at the bloody, broken officers and he knew that he was responsible, but what he didn't know was why? Why did he attack them? It didn't make any sense. He talked a big game, but anyone that truly knew the fledgling hero knew that violence wasn't in his nature. He acted tough, but only as a way to deter people from trying to intimidate him. Even when he did get violent, it wasn't ever nearly as brutal as what he had just done. Thebe was squeamish, seeing a close friend of his get murdered at a young age had instilled in him and intense disdain for blood. When it came to fighting, especially non-powered opponents he looked to bruise, not batter he avoided spilling blood, but what he was looking at right then had been a bloodbath, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. Suddenly, he heard a voice coming from his inside pocket. He thought he might've been hearing things at first, but then he remembered that his inside pocket was where he kept his X-Factor communicator. Still, being relatively new to the hero life he had forgotten to put it in if he had he might've remembered to call in back up. He put the communication device in his ear where it belonged just in time to hear the mechanical voice of box informing him that backup had arrived. Hearing his teammate's voice gave Thebe some clarity, and he turned his attention from the gross grotesque pile of officers that he had oh so callously beaten. He tried his best to think tactically concentrating on the moments leading up to his seemingly sudden volatile mood swing. Everything had been operating as business as usual until...until the voice! The voice over the intercom had told him to stop the cops, and he did...and then some. It didn't take a deductive genius to conclude that some sort of mind control had been involved. Tether needed to warn Box before he knew became a victim of whatever the hell had taken control of him did the same to Box. "Yo, The-I mean Tether here, look I'm not entirely sure what happened, but one of them have the power to make you do...things," Thebe stated over the intercom the concern and uncertainty in his voice possibly a dead give away that something had happened to throw him off his game. Thebe looked down to see the aftermath of his handiwork again, and despite his best efforts couldn't halt the flood of emotion that'd came over him. "Whoever it was they made me..." He choked up, not able to bring himself to actually say what he had done. "I-I think I fucked up man..." He finished his voice cracking as the after effects of Mesmero's mental manipulation wore off, and the full gravity of his actions started to become clear to him. Tether's knee's almost buckled...and he didn't know what to do. "Oh, god what did I do?" Tether thought to himself sadly... |
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| Mesmero | Feb 8 2017, 03:42 AM Post #9 |
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Somewhat to Vinnie's surprise, Officer Puzo really did seem to know what he was talking about; behind a few stacks of boring blue uniforms was a small bricked-off circular patch, a few feet in cross-section. Which meant Vinnie had a choice to make: did he take a chance on leading his squad through a tunnel to God-knows-where, or did he... Um... Well, actually, he didn't really have a plan B. Or, rather, this was plan B... and he hadn't had that much when he came down the stairs. The original plan had involved getting out of the building before the upper stories collapsed in rubble. Instead, that damned SWAT team had pinned him down for way down too long, and Boom -- Austin -- had planted the explosives on schedule, and now there they were, stuck in the basement of a police station reduced to rubble. Plus now he had X-Factor on his tail. Which had actually worked out pretty well for him, albeit unexpectedly so... the stretchy guy had been a godsend. But the sounds of combat had died down above, and Vinnie was pretty sure it wasn't because Stretch Armstrong had taken a piece of rubble to a vulnerable spot. He'd only ever been that lucky when Roulette joined his team, and he hadn't seen her in years. Which meant sooner or later they'd have a superhero coming down after them. Which might be all right, actually; he'd gotten some of his best recruits when -- "How about we have a nice, quiet surrender, eh?" Fuck. Two superheroes. And this one he was pretty sure he did recognize, the X-Factor connection artificially amplified voice pretty much gave it away. Box, the poor man's Iron Man, on Vinnie's short list of probably-immune-to-mesmerism superheroes. A list he never wanted to test without a lot more backup than he had. "Alright then, it sounds like we don't have much of a choice. Sledge, take care of the brickwork. Puzo, take your service weapon and blow your own -- no, wait, cancel that. You stay right here and stop anyone who tries to follow us. Guard this passage with your life, you understand?" By the time he'd gotten the mesmerized officer settled, Sledge had cleared out the mouth of a tunnel into darkness. "All right... time to move out, folks." |
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| Vertigo | Feb 10 2017, 11:51 PM Post #10 |
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Hypnotic Disorientation/ Cool Hair
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“Tether, I think he said his name was.” Vai pursed her lips, pondering if he might be from whatever tribe produced George. If he had one. She didn’t really know. She watched the boy drop to his knees, evidently far more upset about police causalities than her friend would be. And far too glad to see another from X-Factor arrive. “How about we have a nice, quiet surrender, eh?” Box asked, arms lifted and repulsor beams in the palms brightly glowing. Something about that voice… The tangled meat of Vertigo’s brain writhed discordantly against part-corrupted digital implants. The predominant part of the little clone knew no good could come of this development. But somewhere in the most tangled depths of her mind, subconscious depths that would leave telepaths in comas before they were reached… A tiny echo made her think Box should have arrived to help her. Did she… draw a picture for the owner of that voice once? It would have had to have been while she was in SHIELD custody. Likely best left forgotten… The grip on her machete shifted and she felt, inexplicably, that she was lacking a spear weapon. Vai hadn’t carried anything remotely spear-like since her early Marauder days. She might’ve even called out to the miniature sentinel if Vinnie hadn’t dragged her attention back. “OK, change of plans,” he announced. “We need to find another way out. Anyone got any ideas, speak up now.” Vai, spurred from silence by Vinnie’s powers, opened her mouth to say something but it often took her a second to reach for the Outlander words and one of Vinnie’s new friends beat her too it. Apparently there was a tunnel exit. Tunnel meant underground didn’t it? Potential for bottlenecking but lots of cover. Vai beamed approvingly. “Well, that's convenient. Lead the way… and quickly.” “Uh… Boss?” Austin caught up to the exchange and chipped his own two cents in. “We get too far, too deep down, the detonation trigger on the last payloads ain’t gonna work. Only so much crap the signal’s gonna pass through before it drops out, y’know? But I’m not keen on blowing the place ‘till we’re clear enough not t’get buried either.” “I see tunnel here now, I know how to leave. Give boom-thing to me.” Vai beckoned impatiently. Before Puzo had spoken up, she’d been wanting to propose a trip to the ‘riot room’ anyway. “You? You wanna hang back here?” Austin asked with mild disbelief. “Yas. Not so long. I will be not far behind to you. Show me how you make it to boom.” She nodded at the detonation trigger in his fourth hand. “House falls, I am just one, less easy to smash flat than group of whole.” Austin shrugged (an odd gesture from someone who’s shoulders had distorted to accommodate his extra arms). He hastily pointed out the series of four small square switches with a tiny LED display next to each. “See there’s four and they’re lit green now? Push ‘em to the right, they should go red, it shows a five second count down next to each successful signal, t’show it connected. Then boom. Do. Not. Do. That. Until we’ve had a chance to get somewhere structurally sound down below.” Vai nodded and took it, lodging it to her belt. There were two super-powered hazards and only so many police still willing to come inside the building. “We make of our enemies a half and half – some for me and some for you is less for all to fight.” She gestured to the officers Mesmero had assigned guard dog duty to with a manic grin. If she could get where she wanted and get her hands on a megaphone… anyone standing in the way of her retreat would be damn well made to stand (or drop) aside. She closed her eyes for a moment to concentrate on sending her aura washing out at full strength towards everyone but her Brothers. These days she pictured it like fuel swirling on the surface of water. A beautiful rainbow, but one that stuck to and smothered people like gulls caught in an oil spill. With that buffer in place she set off, quietly and unseen, under cover of ruined desks at first… The inevitable sound of shots rang out once she’d distanced herself from the escapees a little. Several ambitious but underprepared SWAT team officers were dropped to their knees by stomach-churning dizziness and promptly ‘dealt with’ before Vai added to the disorientation with a shrieking battle cry that would hopefully divide their pursuers. |
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| Wiccan | Feb 14 2017, 05:00 PM Post #11 |
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Reality Warping/ Nice Pashmina
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This was New York, of course, they could not have a normal day where there was no risk of villains or something terrible happening. Of course, this was all part of the course for the mutants of New York and Wiccan welcomed the change of pace from watching his children grow, that said, when it came to mutants attacking humans - that just wasn't on, even if the humans in question had been involved in some pretty shady dealings. It was even worse though that X-Factors own members had been caught up in the attacks, X-Factor was its own family - helped along by the fact that most of the members were related to each other, and that those that weren't related were all treated as if they were part of the expanded family. Thebe was the newest member of that family and while his joining of the group may not have been entirely his choice, he was certainly fitting more into the group as time passed. So when his actions were seen on the television, Wiccan opened the portal to the police department, and those few X-Factorites passed through with Wiccan the last to appear. "Oh no, you don't," Wiccan instructed as he appeared and the Brotherhood began to retreat down the tunnel until a bright blue hard light tunnel covered the entrance to the tunnel. "We've only just got here." |
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| Mesmero | Feb 16 2017, 05:55 PM Post #12 |
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Hyper-Hypnotism
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"I’m not keen on blowing the place ‘till we’re clear enough not t’get buried either.” Vinnie almost laughed. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure the Armed Forces Guerilla Warfare Manual has something in there about not blowing buildings up while standing in them, also." He paused for a second thoughtfully before adding "Believe it or not, I've had that discussion before. With Nitro, admittedly, which was a whole different thing, but still... yeah, OK. So, let's see..." It wasn't too much of an obstacle, really; he was surrounded by mesmerized police who would be all too happy to press whatever button he told them to, whenever he told them to do it. The only question was who, and how he could best arrange it to maximize the casualties caused by the blast. But before he'd decided, Vertigo surprised him by volunteering. At first, he thought maybe she just didn't understand what they were talking about. That happened a lot; the Marauder was no fool, not by a long drive, but her English was poor and her grasp of modern technology very uneven. Communications failures were routine between them. But no, it was pretty clear she understood exactly what she was proposing, and that she didn't intend to sacrifice herself. "Well... if you're confident you can make it out before the ceiling comes down?" She sure seemed to be. "All right then. Austin, Sledge, with me. Vertigo, wait as long as you can for my signal, but if you get overrun -- I mean, if the enemy gets too close -- make boom and join us." There was always something surreal about giving Vertigo instructions, like he'd somehow wandered into a Teletubbies training video for insurrectionists. "The rest of you," he continued, addressing the officers and prisoners under his sway and putting his power behind it, "she is your commanding officer. Do what she says, and kill anyone who tries to hurt her. All right, mov-- ah, fuck." He'd waited too long, and the two X-Factorites were now three. Wiccan. Probably the most powerful member of the team, certainly one of the most versatile, not someone Vinnie wanted to go up against. Certainly not without a plan and some very specialized equipment. But his escape route had been sealed off, so his options were limited. "Cancel that! Officers, that last arrival is a priority target: TAKE HIM DOWN!" Not that Box wasn't just as much of a threat, but there wasn't much a squad of mesmerized police officers and freed prisoners could do about that. And the stretchy guy had already proven how much use the cops were against him. The witch-boy wasn't bulletproof, at least -- well, not full-time, anyway -- and even hurting him might be enough to bring down that force-field. Vinnie tossed a grenade into the middle of the X-Factor cluster as he ran for new cover. |
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| Box | Feb 20 2017, 04:59 PM Post #13 |
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Mechanical Interaction/Merge
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"Mind control, hypnosis, fun. Enact countermeasures," Box answered after Tether's warning. He couldn't block it all out completely, but hopefully emitting a subsonic frequency could act like a bit of chaff, scramble incoming signals and make it harder to get a grasp on things for those with psionic powers. What was their goal here? Aimless chaos? Why attack a police precinct? Surely, not to release any mutant prisoners, right? These precincts didn't have the infrastructure to hold powered mutant criminals, and Madison couldn't imagine the Brotherhood wanting mutants who had the power to be purple, or the power to change eye color. So what were they after if not a little bit of chaos? What was the point? At least he had Wiccan on his side now. As far he was concerned, the Brotherhood was now severely outgunned. And then the grenade. It arced into the air, and Box reacted appropriately, lifting his right hand up. "Mag-Lev Seal, activate," it would require a bit of focus to keep that grenade sealed in a magnetic force bubble, and even more to contain the explosion, since he knew he didn't have the time to reconfigure the grenade with his powers to turn it into a ething harmless. "I've got the grenade - gyroscopic sensors are detecting disorienting influence from the woman - it's taking all I've got to keep that influence at bay with subsonic interference." The machine could do a good many things at once, but trying to counteract Vertigo's effect was a high-level process, especially combined with keeping the grenade contained until it blew. And he couldn't even guarantee it would work. He just had to try. "Estimating fifteen seconds until detonation, then I can return to active combat," it was a good thing that there was a team present. |
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