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So two animals walk into a bar....; :tag Carmilla:
Topic Started: Feb 2 2017, 06:13 PM (211 Views)
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Despite her history, Carm didn’t have a lot of experience dealing with mutant hate. Sure, she’d come across assholes no matter where she was, but she’d also spent quite a few years avoiding any humans, for their own safety. Inevitably, she’d met some who were nice, some who were cruel – for the most part, Carm didn’t judge. She simply did her best to stay away from anyone she might accidentally harm. And had the agents not been close enough to hear the gunshots as the Purifiers tried to kill her, she probably would’ve just slunked right back into her lifestyle. Instead, here she was – armed, badged, and trying to decide which weapon would be best in this situation: her gun, or her arm. It was the people trying to escape the bar that made her arm win the argument. Gunshots could go astray. Her arm wasn’t so easily deflected.

The taller of the two men, the one who had hit Logan, she dismissed him pretty quickly – big, sure, and strong, but the look on his face was dumber than deer in headlights. She recognized that absent look; he wasn’t the brains here. But the short on, he had a more calculating look – someone who sat back and let others do the heavy lifting, she’d guess. Logan still hadn’t moved, which was why she’d figured a guess of super strength for the tall one, but he’d heal and she knew it. Instead, she concerned herself with the shorter fellow, who was eyeing her closely enough to make her eyes narrow in irritation. The introduction actually caused the green haired woman to let out a quiet, dark laugh, wicked amusement on her face.

“Boy,” she mocked his tone with a sing-song one of her own, raking a less than impressed look over him. “You’re about as terrifying as a buttered muffin.” That likely wouldn’t go down well, but in all honesty, the two of them were some of the least terrifying individuals Carm had met. Hell, she’d cut her eyeteeth on facing down wild animals when necessary – these two were barely a blip on her radar. Luckily, Logan chose that moment to move, assuring her that his healing factor was indeed still active, and she flashed a grin at the mouthed words, mentally apologizing to her superiors. But despite the ‘permission’, and the grin, she didn’t attack – sliding sideways in order to keep the shorter man in her sights, a taunting smirk on her face. “Well? You gonna show a girl a good time, or what?” Because if there was one thing she was good at, it was instigating someone else to attack.

Big Jim simply looked at her, despite his considerable toughness and mouth, he wasn’t really the guy to throw the first punch. His powers didn’t work that way, he got hurt, he got harder. Also he had no idea what the thing on her arm was and he was not a man who liked the unknown. So he simply grabbed the nearest bottle and flung it at the agent. The word game was nice foreplay, but she didn’t seem his type.

Tiny Jim in the meanwhile had settled for sitting on Logan’s chest and smashing his fists into the much smaller man’s face. This was enjoyable, even if it made his hands hurt. This little man’s skull made the most amazing sound. Like the time he used a pipe to smash a car, or when he pushed that man in a wheelchair down metal steps. Logan was working on figuring which of the big black dots was making his head shake back and forth as his healing factor worked to repair some slight brain damage and keep his face pretty.

Leaping into a fight without proper information on the opponent wasn’t Carm’s preferred way of doing things – but apparently this guy wasn’t nearly as willing to put his money where his mouth was. In a way, it was entertaining, and the green eyed woman let out a taunting laugh, eyes daring him. “Aw, what’s wrong – don’t tell me all that talk about showing me some fun was just talk?” Carmilla snickered, “Maybe you should go back to the small-time and leave the adults to their own business, hm?”

And finally he seemed to snap out of it, and a bottle winged at her head. Snatching the bottle midair moments before it would’ve made contact with her, Carm finally lost her temper, and instead of aiming for the smaller man, she brought the bottle down full force on Tiny Jim’s head as he sat on Logan, releasing the broken neck and propelling herself forward, her left hand making contact with Tiny’s shoulder as she flipped directly over him, landing in a deadly crouch. A green handprint was left on the tall man’s shoulder, slowly seeping into his skin with the sedative effect a shot of elephant tranquilizer might’ve had. The playfulness gone from her demeanor, she swept her leg out at the back of Big Jim’s legs, aiming to unbalance him and send him to the floor, where she waited with an open, glowing hand.

Tiny Jim had been hit in the head by things, many things, many many times. So when the bottle hit him he just grunted, looked around for what hit him and went back to his work. Only to find a smiling Wolverine looking at him through a crimson mask.

“When you go to work on me, bub, you can’t slack off in the middle. Isn’t professional.”

The next moment was a blur as the ages old and ages trained small man headbutted the big man hard enough to crack Jim’s skull. This combined with the sedative running wild through his system took the big man out of the fight immediately. Logan waved to Carm as he stood up and fished out a cigar. Yeah, there we no smoking laws everywhere, but fuck that noise, this was going to be a show.

Big Jim had to admit, this girl had the moves. She caught the bottle, did something to Tiny and attacked him all without seeming to take a breath. Plus Logan seemed to think she could handle him herself. There had to be something he was missing. Might have something to do with that green handprint she left. He felt the kick to the back of his legs much as an elephant might feel a .22 bullet. It stung a bit, but made no real impact. His skin took the blow and instantly hardened up. Big Jim was fast on his feet too and he responded by spinning to face her and throwing downward jabs towards her crouched position.

“Gonna have to hit me a lot harder than that Greenie. Some of us here are real men, not runts.”

The distraction to the larger man was exactly was Logan seemed to need, and luckily, she was charged up enough that the mild sedative she’d infected him with took none of her edge off. And the lack of reaction to her kick told her exactly what she needed to know about this one. While she wasn’t quite superhuman, she was as strong and as fast as peak human condition – she wasn’t a slacker in either department, and he didn’t even twitch at the kick. That told her that hitting him was her least effective means of attack, which narrowed her options down considerably.

“Greenie? Jesus, man, at least try to be creative.” The agent muttered, and rolled her eyes, before doing exactly what SHIELD kept trying to tell her not to do. Instead of rolling away from the sharp jabs, Carm stood straight up, blocking one with her arm, and letting out a whuff of air as another connected with her stomach. But rather than letting go, or hitting, she wrapped her green hand around his arm, slid around under she could pull his arm over her shoulder, and aimed to toss him directly into the remains of the table they’d crashed earlier. And before he could stand, she flipped directly on top of him, and wrapped her still glowing hand around his throat, glaring at him with sharp green eyes.

“Still not seeing a man anywhere but there,” She angled her head momentarily to Logan, as she expended a burst of toxins into Jim’s body – not just sedative, but with the added kick that would send him into panicked convulsions, unless she chose to let go.

Logan whistled as the gal took a punch, which she did remarkably well. Then actually applauded as she took him to town showing him that just being tough was never, ever going to be enough. What the both didn’t know, couldn’t know, was that Jim’s skin didn’t just get hard, it sealed off his pores, became quite inorganic very quickly. The toxin pushed through still, but only enough to make him a little dizzy, make his arm spasm just once. With a hand around his throat he met Scorpion's sharp green gaze with his own cruel cobalt blue one. Then brought his own hand up to cover hers. He grinned and started squeezing.

“Yeah, well only one man here has you one top of him without even asking.”

His grip was literally harder the steel, he had no super strength per say, but the sheer resiliently his closed off tissues carried was pretty close. He was enjoying this, he lived to hurt people who thought they could hurt him.

“Like I said bitch, you’re going to need to hit me a lot harder than that.”

Carm’s attack had done some damage though. Jim’s right arm and hand did their job, but his left arm was doing a very good imitation of Thebe at the moment.

If there was one thing Carm couldn’t stand, it was a bully. And the look in his eyes said he was the worst type – she ignored Logan for the time being, narrowing her eyes as, instead of starting to convulse, Jim instead reached up and grabbed her hand, something that shouldn’t have been possible. A fierce scowl darkened her face, but pain was nothing new, not when her handlers lived to dose her with mustard gas and agent orange, just to see the effect it might have on her. Instead, she regarded him with disgust, and let him lift her hand off his throat, using her other hand to flip the switch on her bracelet. The gauntlet extended just enough to hit the base of her hand, where he squeezed, and as his mouth opened to insult her, Carm activated the glove, sending a concentrated burst of deadly green poison into the air.

Then she leaned down and blew it directly into his wide open mouth, mid-sentence. The toxic gas would immediately migrate to his lungs, and act as a paralytic, paralyzing his muscles and keeping his lungs from being able to expand and contract.

The small man didn’t have any chance at all. For all his brutality and genetic gifts, he was, like most bullies an over confident coward. The gas filled his lungs, stopped them cold and had nowhere at all to go. His skin was pretty much an inorganic sheath keeping every particle of the toxin contained inside of him. In moments the lack of air had him dizzy, then comatose, his body not even able to seize up and panic from lack of air.

As Jim’s eyes closed Logan laid a hand on Carm’s shoulder, braving whatever side effects her actions might carry with them to squeeze gently. The battle lust might still be on her, but he’d chance that too.

“Remind me to never fight you beautiful. I’m a big fan of breathing.”

As expected, the gaseous form of her mutation, while unpredictable and not nearly as well controlled as her physical touch, worked almost instantaneously, and she narrowed her eyes, watching with a clinical detachment as she catalogued exactly what he’d be feeling. Light headed. Dizzy. Panicked, unable to move, and finally, loss of consciousness. She’d felt it all before, over and over, each time she got dosed with a new substance – just long enough to feel each and every symptom, before her body kicked it to the curb and transformed it into her own special juice.

The hand on her shoulder caused her head to whip around, meeting Logan’s gaze with a feral look, seconds before she scowled, shoving two fingers into the unconscious man’s mouth and releasing a second, smaller spray of chemicals. Just enough to counteract the paralytic so he could breathe – if not move, speak, or otherwise fight. Straightening with a sneer, she pulled a pair of cuffs out of her pocket and slapped them on him, waiting for his eyes to open so she could flash a badge at him.

“By the way. You’re under arrest.” Then she stood up and wiped her fingers on her pants with a disgusted grimace, giving Logan an awkward shrug. “Sorry. The aerosolized form is something I don’t have full control over. It’s not something I do often.” And she despised the fact that she’d had to use it in the middle of a bar, where the bartender was probably calling the cops already. She was going to be in deep shit, but it didn’t matter. Instead of worrying, she grabbed her purse off the floor, quickly checking to make sure none of her syringes had fallen out. Then she activated the gauntlet again, once more covering her arm from elbow to fingers, checking it to make sure it wasn’t damaged.

“Hey, at least I didn’t kill him. Guess all that training’s paid off. My bosses will be thrilled.” She flashed him a slightly tired smile at Logan, before cracking her knuckles.
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“Well done girl, really well done. The arrest just makes it sweeter. Lenny, the owner of the place will have cops all over this shortly. Better then me, I swore to this ass hole” Logan aimed one damn good kick into Big Jim’s ribs, “Next time we tussled I’d be penning his name into the dead book. So better he met you then me. Sells drugs to kids, pushes them to sell to their friends. Sick bastard.”

Logan kicked him again for good measure, then put out his cigar and leaned in to kiss Carm’s cheek.

“Hell of a first date though. What say you and I clear out of here before the non fun stuff starts up eh? Not sure of your feelings about reports but I’m not a fan of filing anything with my name on it.”

Despite the fight, Carm wasn’t breathing hard at all – the mild amount of exertion she’d done was nowhere near her limit, and all it did was irritate her that they’d been interrupted. Even the soreness of her hand wasn’t anything she wasn’t used to, and she cracked her knuckles, arching a brow at Logan. The mention of the man at her feet’s crimes caused her to scowl, and she shook her head.

“I’d say he’s lucky I didn’t kill him…But I don’t envy him the side effects and hangover he’s going to be suffering from for the next few weeks until my toxins flush out of his system.” It was rare that she managed to reverse her side effects – sure, she stopped the toxin from paralyzing him, but the wheezing man would still have random muscle spasms, difficulty breathing, among other things. Smiling crookedly at the cheek kiss, she glanced around the bar, before pulling out her cell phone.

“Gimme a minute. I’ll have to call my handlers and let them know, so they can handle this. He’ll need special handling.” After a few moments, she spoke into the phone. “Hey Mike. No, I haven’t killed him yet, but I have a…Situation…Yeah, I know, I’m gonna hear it for this. I need a team at my location. Yeah, I had a bit of a problem with a mutant, no I didn’t kill him.” Pausing, she snorted. “That’s not funny, dude. I’m gonna get my ass chewed out for this, but I don’t need the LEOs trying to figure out why this guy is showing five hundred different toxins in his body.” Rolling her eyes, made a face. “Yeah, Mike, I know. Thanks, man. I’ll file a report when I get back.” Hanging up, she tucked the phone back in her pocket.

“Okay, let’s get out of here before they show. I’m not keen on explaining myself. I’ll deal with the fallout later.”

Logan didn’t need to be told twice, he dropped a pair of hundreds on the bar and beat feet to his bike. Helmet on, beast in gear and purring like the beautifully tuned instrument she was it was only as he looked back to smile at Carm before shutting his visor he noticed both of his tires were slashed to ribbons.
“Well fuck. Now I’ll have to go right back in there and kill them both.”

From Logan’s face and the simple fact that pure metal claws were sliding out of his hands the short man seemed entirely serious.

Following him and nodding to the bartender, she slung her purse on, only to pause at the sidewalk and arch a brow at the sight of the tires. She wasn’t sure if he was serious, but she’d bet that he was, and she knew the feeling. Letting out a quiet snort, Carm popped him on the arm with her right hand, shaking her head.

“Don’t you dare. I’m gonna be in enough trouble as it is. C’mon, I could use a walk.” Or a run, or a good workout. But barring that option to get the irritation out of her system, a walk would have to do.

“I may be an old man, but I really don’t need the exercise. Hope those two realize just how lucky they are. Gonna have to leave my baby here and they gonna tow it, dammit.”

Logan settled for taking a chunk out of the brick of the corner of the bar instead. The adamantium claws slid through the brick and mortar like it were paper. They slid back into bionic housings with a sharp sound and Logan held his nose high and took in a few deep breaths.

“Well if I gotta walk the streets of New York, can’t say I could find a better girl to walk it with.”

The old mutant grinned and held out his arm to see if she would take it.

Snickering at his response, she let him take his anger out, hooking her thumbs in her pocket and smiling crookedly. Tugging out her phone as he ranted, she sent a quick text, finally taking his arm as he offered it, letting out a quiet laugh.

“They won’t tow it – I have a friend, he’ll grab it and replace the tires, said he’ll leave it right here for you. And you might not need the exercise, but I need to get my energy out without killing anyone, so a walk it is.” Now she was wound up – she hated killing, and despised having come so close to it. But then, she supposed she should be used to it by now.

Logan growled a little more, he was not the letting go type or the accepting favors type, but he let it go and accepted the favor. After all what other options did he have? So he walked Carm down the block silently and uselessly fuming the whole way.

As they slipped out of alleyway and onto into the open street Logan turned to ask her about hailing a cab. Damn drivers tended to take one look at the short ball of hair and anger and keep driving and he was in absolutely no mood to deal with that at all. Fate had something more in mind however as a silenced rifle rapport, barely picked up even by his senses sent him into high alert.

“Carm! Get Down!”

Even as the words left his mouth 5 more itty bitty popping sounds registered to his ears as he himself hit the deck. A round slipped into his shoulder causing quite a bit of pain before hitting the metal infused bone of his shoulder and stopping dead. A second round slipped right between his two lowest ribs and hurt a hell of a lot more. He grabbed his side and checked on Scorpion.

“So it seems you called it. They had backup.”
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Making sure his bike was taken care of didn’t really feel like a favor to her – better someone she knew do the work, than risk him losing his temper because the bike got towed. Besides, as they walked, it was obvious by his tenseness that he needed to wind down just as badly as she did. She aimed for the nearest park, ignoring the cars and taxis whizzing by. She’d spent years living on her feet, and when it came down to it, she was more comfortable on her own two feet. Glancing at him, Carm was distracted by a faint sound that she recognized even over the sound of the city, and it was one she knew a little too well. As Logan shouted a warning, Carm dropped to the ground and immediately rolled behind the nearest parked car.

“Damn, you really pissed them off, huh?” She snorted, looking at him with concern as she noted the blood on his side and shoulder. “You okay?” Not that he wouldn’t heal, but still. The middle of the street was not a great place for a shootout, and she could already hear screams as people scattered. Scanning the surrounding area, she had to admit to being a bit concerned about this turn of events. Scowling, she ran a hand through her green hair, tugging it out of her face as she gave Logan an irate look.

“I hate guns.” The agent muttered, like she didn’t have a gun on her right then. “No class, no taste – sarin gas, radiation poisoning, ricin, those things have STYLE. A gun is so…Irritatingly impersonal.” Mini-rant against weaponry expended, and still muttering in annoyance, she pulled her gun from her holster, narrowing her eyes. “Can you pinpoint where they’re shooting from? I’d like to shoot them in the foot, and then the knee, and maybe a shoulder, before I kill them.” The last part she grumbled under her breath, although she was pretty sure he could hear her.

Peeking up over the car she was hiding behind, she dropped back down as a bullet clipped where her head was, grimacing. Momentarily pausing to calculate, she darted up from the other side of the car, firing off a quick shot in the direction of the shooter, although she ducked back down before she could tell if it hit. Then she looked at Logan, arching a brow. “Exactly how much backup did they bring?”
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