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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Dec 19, 2005 14:39:22 GMT -5
Wolverine shifted his weight. He’d never been one of the best fliers. Especially when he himself was still newer to the X-Men. Over the years he’d gotten used to it. Eyes watched the students. Some of them chatting amongst themselves. Others were silently anticipating what was to come. Eyes shot up to Cyclops as he neared ordering Jean to stay behind with the Jet. Scowling slightly he stood. Both of them knew what kind of asset she was. Wolverine said nothing as Emma neared. Weapon X clenched his jaw as he secured the lines. While Emma and Scott helped the kids get ready. He moved closer to Jean and rested his hand against the back of the pilot seat. “I’d rather have you down there, than Frost…”
He straightened as he heard Emma’s voice talking towards Jamie. She looked over the boy and then in that snooty tone of hers told him to stay behind. Bringing up the glimpse of the past he was sure she’d taken from his mind. Wolverine looked towards Jean then back to the kid. As Emma descended he moved forwards eyes watching Jamie and X. The boy seemed upset he was told to stay behind. Part of him wanted to tell the kid to just go, but at the same time she was right and he hated to admit it. Turning to X he nodded. Wolverine was one of the last to leave the Blackbird. Going down the rope faster than most.
Form landed with a crouch as Cyclops and Frost were gathering the students. Wolverine still acted on his own. Smelling the air around them. They were close, very close. He’d moved closer to the group and stopped. Catching the smell of fresh blood. “Hey, Cyclops. Keep you’re eye open.” Turning Weapon X smelled the air. Eyes shot towards the group then a door on the first floor. It was getting stronger. And the mix of smells. Rogue. With a final look towards X and the others he moved. Using the hood of a car almost like a spring board he shifted. Adamantium claws extending in that familiar snkit. While built form crashed through the front window. Boots ground glass into the carpet as he shook himself free of other small bits of glass standing, fist clenched claws extended in a room that reeked of death. They’d found them.
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Jamie Hudson
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Life is but a dream for the dead
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Post by Jamie Hudson on Dec 19, 2005 15:43:04 GMT -5
There was something about X, something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He didn’t feel any of the feelings a normal person would have, after being stabbed. Jamie accepted it. Knew she didn’t mean to. Or want to hurt him. Accidents happened. James knew this first hand. Life had been full of accidents. But he knew something about her, and he felt he was one of the only ones who did. As he followed her in to the hanger he stood back. It was like there was a connection between X and Professor Logan. He wanted to ask her if that was her father, but he didn’t. They just seemed so much the same. Straight down to the claws.
The other students had arrived and they were all getting debriefed. Silently he’d taken the letter X gave him and unfolded it. Reading the words written there. They were the answers to questions he had. Questions about Sarah. About X. When they said they were ready to move out he folded up the letter and tucked away in an inner pocket. Eyes looked towards X. “I will…” Piling into the Jet, Jamie saw faces he’d never met before. Wondering who they were and what their powers were. Buckling in besides X he sighed. Remaining silent for the flight. His mind was reeling. Thinking about what he’d seen. What he’d felt. What he knew versus the others here. He’d never been in a jet like this before, but it ways it reminded him of working with his mother in the lab. Making adjustments to the suit. He always figured that when he grew up he’d join her. Have a suit of his own like his father. Little did he know then he was a mutant.
That he’d wear a different kind of suit. A suit like his biological father. Be part of a larger team than Alpha Flight. As the jet seemed to slow Jamie took in a deep breath. The man in the red visor was standing giving orders, getting the group ready. Form shifted as he unbuckled standing. Mrs. Frost a woman he’d only met for a split second stopped before him. There was something unsettling about her. Like she was trying to pry things out of him. And then she spoke. “I know Professor Xavier allowed you to come along Mr. Hudson. However I think perhaps it is better that you stay with Dr. Grey. We wouldn’t want another incident.” “That’s not fair…” It didn’t seem up to debate as the woman left him. Eyes looked towards Wolverine who was the last to leave. Jamie had felt that guy, knew he was dangerous. He felt judged by her. James Hudson Jr just stood watching as everyone else left. Under his voice he muttered. For a moment he sat in the seat he’d had the whole flight. Finished reading the letter. Understood X a little more, then eyes scanned across the jet.
Pushing up from his seat he crossed the isle and slumped down in the co-pilot’s chair looking towards the red headed doctor. Eyes looking over the control panel and out the large front windows. “Is she always like that?” Part of him felt that it was maybe better. He was still getting used to his powers. Everyone else there had already had training with theirs. Still he couldn’t help feel a bit shoved aside. Looked at like he couldn’t do anything. The feeling that she’d been inside his mind prying, just to hold him back. There was more silence from the young man. Eyes looking ever where else but the doctor besides him. Then finally he looked over. “Sorry…for what I did to you…”
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X
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If you aren't the monster, than what does that make me?
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Post by X on Dec 19, 2005 17:09:43 GMT -5
She nodded slowly to the words of Jamie before they were assured into a room for debriefing. Somehow she trusted he would keep his word, something she was thankful for, but still a part of her slightly wondered if maybe it was a ploy. Like so many others, maybe he would turn too. There was no time to ponder that right now though.
She listened to the words spoken, about a special mission for both these teams. X remained silent as they heard of how they were to rescue someone that the X-Men considered one of their own. This Rogue woman was part of the X-Men and she had gone missing for quite some time. Something in X leaped for joy. It had been so long since she was sent on a mission. Missions used to define her life and when she was free well she wasn't sent by someone specific. Somehow it felt a bit more special when others needed your assistance, not that X was much of a team player, she was more a loner than anything. Watching silently the new faces that joined them, and even the ones she recognized from earlier today, her green orbs narrowed slightly as she took all the information in. Making mental notes here and there and everywhere she felt they were needed, just like she was trained to.
They boarded the Jet and the ride was smooth enough. X remained as silent as Jamie beside her as they moved through the air. She had to get used to these uniforms that was for sure, but she would manage. The next thing she would alter would be to get herself a new pair of pants, leather was just well, not at all flattering when it came to movement. It was a good material for arobatics, maybe she would have her own special uniform soon, like the others. She glanced towards Jamie once before the sudden command to the red haired woman from earlier meant a change in positions. That Scott man was becoming a leader it seemed, grabbing ropings and throwing them to Weapon X. X stood but did not rush anywhere as Jay leapt through the doors and into the air, he had wings he could do that. The Frost woman told Jamie he would stay behind and he seemed to protest. She glanced towards Weapon X waiting for him to argue but he didn't say a word, causing her gaze to snap towards Jamie. She wanted to say something, she wanted to agree with him, to tell them he had every right to go to, but the glare of the womans eyes made her mind freeze and she said nothing. All she did was give a sorry gaze to Jamie.
She didn't move towards the open doors in fact until everyone was gone out save for herself, Weapon X and Scott. Glancing between the two, she pulled away as Weapon X tried to help her. Right, like she needed it. Taking the rope suddenly, and as independent as she ever was, she fastened it to herself and with a quick sprint and a sudden smirk upon her lips she dives into open air. She had done that so many times that it was great now to do it again. She landed as smoothly as before, the palms of her feet taking in her wait as she crouched deep. How she loved missions, it made her feel free, normal...in a world that she belonged.
Soon Scott was down and Logan after him, Weapon X was first to speak and take action, but not without looking at her first. She was watching him and knew somehow that hecould read her. He could read the fact that yeah she smelled it too, the strong scents, blood mixed in them. Her eyes had grown yellow as she watched him move through the window, smashing through. In her mind she was recreating scenerios of what had happened in their, or possibilities anyways. Why the smell was so strong. And without a single words to the group, she moved. With the speed she was known for she followed through the window and looked about. Sniffing at the air inside, it was horrid, so much so that it almost burned her nose. She glared towards Weapon X, her claws in her fists extended out. Something was very very wrong here.
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Wither
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Ashes to Ashes... Dust to Dust
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Post by Wither on Dec 20, 2005 4:07:17 GMT -5
Action on the field. He needed that more than anything. As jasper sped on, he felt his heart tighten and his jaw clench. Something felt wrong about this field assignment. None-the-less he knew it would be best to go. To watch what the new team knew about and how they worked. Yeah to him, the Hellions were starting new again…
Jasper knew the ins-and-outs of the town, and what had taken him hours to hitch-hike to, took Jasper a mere seventeen minutes to take him home. Either Jasper could read that he wanted to go back, or he just needed to get there and here and get everything done. “Alrigh’ kids, here we are… Jasper don brought you back. Now stay here Kev. You need to get stability, you hear me boy?” Jasper’s wiskery brow rose and he watched Kevin nod.
Helping Cess out of the truck, Kevin pulled his bag over his shoulder and started back towards the mansion. “Alright so we’re back… where’s everyone.” However he spoke too late as he felt the familiar rumble of the ground. The blackbird was taking off. “Crap!” How could they leave without the entire team?
Eyes narrowed as he ran into the mansion, throwing his clothes here and there. Sure he was still in his jumpsuit and familiar faux fabric muscle-long-sleeved-t, and his all-too-familiar gloves. How he hated the feeling of never touching. Shaking that uncomfortable feeling off, he sighed before exiting his room.
Jamie wasn’t in there, that meant the boy was with them… and X was no where to be found-neither was Nori, Jay, Brian, Santo, or hell even David. They were all gone. “No this isn’t supposed to be this way.” Kevin was getting one of his ‘something bad is going to happen’ feelings which usually came before he hurt someone. He turned around and his eye caught something.
“Professor Xavier?” He mumbled slightly before taking off in a sprint towards the professor, once more catching a glimpse of Penance out of the corner of his eye. Everytime he was going somewhere, she seemed to be right there. What did that mean?
His eyes quickly diverted themselves from his task to glance back at her, but she just stood there in a shadowy part of the hallway, watching him, blue orbs never looking away. His head shook before he stopped abruptly, he didn’t want to run into the professor. “Prof. .. where is everyone? What’s going on?”
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Rancor
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"Wanna see something really scary?"
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Post by Rancor on Dec 20, 2005 12:39:59 GMT -5
A cigarette was being lifted to his lip, his hand hovering in mid-motion at the sound of voices outside. Rancor reacted at once, spinning about in his chair, and swinging it toward the window at the exact same time as Wolverine came busting though. The wooden pieces shattered uselessly against the Canadian beast’s head and torso, but Rancor didn’t wait to gauge the reaction. The best thing he had going for him was that he’d recently fed. Adrenalin was pumping stead-fasted though his system; feeding his muscles to a higher strength; his reflexes faster to react.
Boots thudded, up and over the bed, grabbing Rogue up by the wrist in mid-stride. He barreled headlong into the bathroom; ripping the toilet from the floor and heaving it at Wolverine. A concussive blast from Cyclops hit him square in the chest; spilling over against the back wall and crumbling it to bits. Staggering for breath Rancor stopped grabbing Rogue, and ducking though the opening. Surge hit him at once, sending a shockwave though his body and separating his grip from Rogue. He lay on the ground, unmoving, clothes smoking… Tag came forward to check vitals and survey the situation his hand outstretched a bit as he carefully neared.
Rancor reached up grabbing his forearm and twisting hard; ripping the lower half of his limp free. The elbow joint snapped hard, bones, flesh, cartilage, tendons… a raw unadulterated scream came from the boy. But it didn’t stop him. Causally he tossed the stump aside and his other hand catching the boy with an upward palm-thrust to the bottom his nose. He crumpled toward the ground. Bone fragments had been sent into his brain; he was dead before he hit the ground. Rancor was up, eyeing Rogue and the rest of the team that was closing the circle.
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Rogue
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Wolverine: Any comments? Rogue: Nothin' printable
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Post by Rogue on Dec 20, 2005 14:30:29 GMT -5
She figured his attention was hers now… but then she quickly noticed his sudden distraction and then felt her nerves steel themselves. Something was coming… or someone. Seconds before the blast, Rogue threw herself off the bed and crouched low as the room around her erupted with wood and glass flying every which way, bits a pieces cutting sharply across her exposed skin here and there, but it didn’t seem to bother her, until her wrist was roughly grabbed, and she was dragged across the carpet swiftly, causing the cuts she had sustained from the blast to be rubbed raw.
Gritting her teeth, Rogue readied herself for the impact between her and the side of the tub as she was set shooting across the bathroom floor. That would definitely leave a bruise, but unfortunately she was still weak and it took her a moment to recover, her stomach churned as she watched her captor take Tag apart and the southerner was glad she hadn’t ate anything.
Quickly she tried to stand… only to crash to the hard tile floor again with a hiss of pain, glancing to her ankle Rogue let out a growl of frustration at the fact her ankle look possibly broken seeing as her foot was twisted oddly. Again her body tensed… another attack was coming. Quickly she closed her eyes and readied herself once more as the wall of the bathroom busted inward and a familiar blast of red hit her captor squarely in the chest as he went down… she held her breath, was it finally over?
She wanted to scream as the man stood from such a blow… he wasn’t human or mutant. This was impossible! Even she had a hard time recovering from a blast like that, Cyke hadn’t held anything back, that was pure, raw energy. But never mind that, Rogue could instantly see the bad position she was in, between her and her rescuers was her captor… not a good place for her to be at all.
“ They’re gunna kill ya… y’know.” She rasped out, her body convulsing as she began to cough, her throat still parched, “ Y’don’t deserve ta live anyhow… yer a monster an’ ah refuse ta let ya put another livin’ thin’ through this hell!” Acting on impulse and feeling strong than she had been in a while, Rogue reached out, her naked flesh coming into swift contact with that of her captor’s as she used all the force she could muster to concentrate on her power absorbing ability. Time seemed to stand still as she felt his fractured memories seep into her brain, her body screamed in agony as the same sound left her lips… death was surely coming for her as she felt his ability begin to battle with her own.
Forcing her hand from his flesh, Rogue curled into a ball, her body shaking and her mind coming and going from consciousness. Her lips parted as if she was speaking, but no sound left them as tears began to fall from her horror filled gaze and then after a few quick and shuddering breaths her eyes fluttered closed as she slipped fully unconscious unknowing if her brave act had done any good or bad, for all she was sure of was that she had only made her condition worse.
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Dec 20, 2005 15:08:40 GMT -5
Wooden chair crashed against his adamantium re-enforced form. This only helped fuel the beast within him. Wolverine growled and weight shifted the man was already on the move grabbing Rogue in the process. He could tell X-23 was besides him and the others weren’t far behind. Nostrils flared as he shifted. Motioning to X to circle around. They might have a chance if they flanked him. But this situation was quickly going to become more complicated. With too many people trying to help or do the same thing, Weapon X wasn’t liking the feeling he had. The mixed smells in the room and from outside were flooding his senses. Cyclops and the others were coming into play. Rancor had his moment and wrenched the toilet from the ground hurtling it towards Wolverine. The man must have been a mutant. He could smell it now.
Triple blades cut forwards against the on coming toilet. But a toilet was a big thing. What he didn’t cut slammed into his face. Knocking the Canadian anger ball backwards. Blood ran from the open wound, his nose and mouth. Staggering to stand as Cyclops entered the room sending an optic blast into Rancor. The sound of a body going through the wall filled the room as Weapon X moved against half blood covered face, while mutation worked to close the wide open gash. That’s when things started to go wrong. A piece of wall flew threw the air and struck the Team Lead and the ruby lenses glasses. Wolverine was moving to close the distance as Surge hit the man once again. Logan wasn’t going to get there.
A raw powered optic blast hit him in the back. Wolverine recoiled and went flying forwards. Form flipped in the air as he took the brunt of the blast. Crashing down into the wall mounted sink. Mirror shattered behind him as he slid down the wall. Debris, porcelain and glass clattering to the ground. He could hear the sound of Rogue. But he couldn’t feel anything but the pain. Even the blast Rancor took wasn’t anything compared to the unbridled power Wolverine was shot with. There was nothing to stop his form. The sink fell apart and the u-bend found a soft mark in his back. Pushing through until it tore flesh under his collar bone.
Uniform had been burnt away, as well as skin from his back. Veins pulsed as hands extended out. Someone was heading towards Rancor. One of the kids. Wolverine watched against blurred vision as the boy was killed mercilessly. There was nothing he could do. With what ever he could muster he shifted. The piping still lodged in his chest. A howl of pain, mixed with a roar of anger, echoed in the room. Hands pulled the piping and it landed blood covered on the ground. His rage wanted to fuel him forwards. Injuries weren’t allowing. Wolverine went down to one knee before collapsing to the floor. Even with his accelerated healing it would take time. All he really cared was enough healing to allow him to finish what he started.
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X
Rascal
If you aren't the monster, than what does that make me?
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Post by X on Dec 20, 2005 20:17:04 GMT -5
She ducked as a chair moved over her head, the wind whisping up her hair so they danced sky high. That indeed was close. Standing beside Weapon X she surveyed the area quickly, as a man with a putrid stench moved, grabbing the girl they were looking for. His scent grew further away and Weapon X motioned towards X who just as animalistically seeming nodded. But there was something bad in the air, something that meant that this indeed was not going to be as easy as pie. This guy was something else.
The charge from the others on the team was to fast, flanking the man was near impossible now, the element of surprize was far over. And because of it a toilet came flying through the air at Weapon X. X didn't watch but she did react, as suddenly there was many peices of porcelin flying through the air. The debris that came towards her caused her to move quick in motion. She leapt backwards through the air. With a great speed and agility, she was able to suddenly extend her arms and claws. With a quick she of her body she landed against the wall, like some wall climbing cat. Each claw from her two in her hands to the one in each foot to their placing, digging deep within the core. Her head tilted upwards as she just barely missed the debris as well as a rather odd looking red beam that burst through the air, hitting the strange man square in the chest. She did however, feel her skin suddenly burning and boiling from the heat that singed so close.
Everyone was moving so quickly and X just watched, watched as Wolverine was hit with an optic blast by mistake, watched as Nori hit with all the speed she had, and watched as horrifically one of the fellow students was killed so quickly. Her eyes narrowed suddenly as she felt an anger rising inside her. This was chaotic and because of it she felt the need to act fast, before anyone else got hurt. Quickly she moved.
She didn't leap from the wall or try to get on the floor, no she moved along it. Coming to the door way, she mounted herself right above its top. Her claws digging deep within the crests of the plaster, deep within the wood. The man was up again, how that was possible she was still unsure, he must have been a very amazing healer, which meant she had to act as quick as could be. With one sudden press of the wall, when she saw the most opportune moment to strike, she moved. Her form soared through the air, her hands still clutching onto the wall above her, with one sudden sweep she was in. Her booted feet were her main weapon of choice, the claws there still poking through the leather pair. The daggers aiming straight for each side of this mans neck. She had to take him down now, or well at least try something. The red in her eyes caught light and glowed every once in a while, a roar of anger coming from her lips. Pure hatred and anger, he hurt Wolverine, he hurt that other boy, he hurt that woman, now it was his time to get hurt.
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Post by Mercury on Dec 20, 2005 20:36:54 GMT -5
It might have taken a while to follow Kevin to that place, but it didn't take long to get back to the mansion. In fact a nice hour hike turned into a seventeen minute drive. A nice quiet drive at that, no one really said much, Cessily spent most of her time staring out the window and watching all the scenery fly past her. But it felt good to be going home...did she just consider the mansion Home? Well it only made sense, they weren't ashamed of her so it was more home than the real place. And Kevin, and Julian, Brian and Santo well, they were like brothers to her. The siblings she never had and sometimes didn't want. At that thought she couldn't help but giggle softly to herself.
Finally they were at the mansion, a little longer than what she hoped, after all the Professor's message in her mind was a while ago, hopefully they made it back on time, she was looking forward to working with the team again. Jasper spoke to them both before Kevin and Cessily couldn't help nodding in agreeance. For a simple guy Jasper seemed to know alot, well when it came to the rights and wrongs anyways.
She was helped out of the truck and her feet touched the ground gently. The door was closed and the truck clunked away. "You know he's right Kevin. As much as it's hard to believe, you need this place. We all do." she turned her eyes to the mansion as she spoke and smiled at its sight. Yup, good to be home. But her smile was cut short when a rumbling on the ground caused her to look down. "What the..." she was shocked and it wasn't hard to see, until it dawned on her. They were too late! The team was leaving with them! "In there!" was her answer to his where is everyone question. Her finger was pointed and she watched as the black bird took to the sky. But Kevin was gone when she turned back. She watched his frame running into the house and she followed.
She didn't follow him though up to the dorms, but when he came sliding down she moved behind him. Hoping with all hopes that they didn't come to late. Finally after a quick run, and an odd look from students who were taking bathroom breaks or didn't have class, they made it to where the Professor was. Kevin was fast so Cessily caught up behind, a bit of a huff in her voice as she tried to get her breath back. Please please, they didn't leave right, she needed this mission, she wanted to help! Kevin spoke first which gave Cess time to note the red skinned girl not far off. She stared at the girl and felt a bit bad for coming after her before. Somehow they had something in common right...they were both adorned with freaky looking skin.
She gave the girl a slight smile before she turned back to Professor X with a soar look. One that had a mixture of disappointment and pleading. "Please don't tell me we missed the flight!?" she suddenly bursted out as she took to take a stand beside Kevin, staring at Professor Xavier with that look. Her fingers crossed at her sides. Maybe they just went for a testing? Make sure the jet was working fine before they left? A girl can dream right..
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Wind Dancer
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I find telekinesis is a crude substitute for the power of the wind.
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Post by Wind Dancer on Dec 20, 2005 20:53:38 GMT -5
She hadn’t wanted to be left behind, but she did as she was told… well mostly because Xavier himself had told her to stay behind to help with whatever conditions people returned in, after all she did need the med lab experience even if it wasn’t her kind of thing. Still Sofia was not angry, or even hurt at being asked to stay behind, she instead welcomed the lull and the abandonment of action for once.
Slipping her hands into the pockets of her jeans, the young woman stood a bit behind her mentor who was explaining the reasons why Cessily and Kevin were also left behind… but for some reason Sofia wasn’t sure why they were, both of them would be highly valuable on such a mission. But obviously Xavier had his reasons, Sofia knew all to well that Charles Xavier was a man who was always sure of his reasons and knew exactly what he was doing in any situation. Silently the brown haired girl sighed, her eyes of the same color lowering in thought… if only her Father was more like Xavier maybe then she could love him like a daughter should.
Biting her lower lip, Sofia felt the air of the room around her was charged with anticipation towards any sign of the Jet returning… but somehow she knew it wouldn’t return for a little while longer. Coming to terms with that fact, the New Mutants’ team leader leaded lazily against a wall in the hanger and waited with a little more patience.
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Rancor
Threat
"Wanna see something really scary?"
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Post by Rancor on Dec 23, 2005 0:55:45 GMT -5
X-23 hit home with her boots. Blood and flesh flayed off of him in a wide arc. His hands grabbed at her ankle, twisting as he had done to Tag’s arm. The adamantium was her salvation. Hands released at the apex of the twist, tossing the small nimble woman by her leg toward the ground. He staggered back blood pooling off of his mouth, eyes dull and glazed over like two beetles. A meaty growl roared out from his mouth, spittle flying with the effort.
He was in a lot of pain both from the concussive blast from Cyclops and the bolts of electric shock from Surge. Skin was peeling, the regenerative agents in the adrenalin were fading, and already he needed to eat again. Just as he thought that the group had the upper hand; that he was going to crumble to the ground he felt it. Rogue’s bare hand was on his skin. His mutation was fading away. His strength was returning… The yellow faded from his eyes, and the whites brightened. Skin reformed, strength hardened, his hands flexed as he tested out the rush it gave him.
“Night, night sweetheart.” He commented, smirking at the students for a moment before his weight shifted. As Rogue collapsed, he pivoted and grabbed the nearest mutant. Prodigy choking out a cry of pain as his voice was cut off. Rancor knew he wouldn’t get a change like this again. That it was time to make an exit stage left. “Not another fucking step ANY of you! Or I will snap his neck like a twig.” He illustrated his point by jostling David hard to the side. Prodigy’s feet dragged on the pavement as the pair neared the busy highway. “Just… he’s going to kill me anyway… take him out! Take him out!!”
David choked out the words, but it was too late. Rancor grinned wider, proving David’s words correct as he broke his neck. A hand punched out at the passing tractor trailer, and amazingly he found purchase. His entire figure swooped up with the high-speed vehicle, clinging to the side as he disappeared down the road. Already Jean and James were bringing the jet back around. Stretches were being lowered along with tow ropes.
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Icarus
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Are you looking for a fight?
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Post by Icarus on Dec 23, 2005 1:19:06 GMT -5
Jay circled the area high above the ground. He’d joined the others for the briefing, when Logan shot off followed by X-23 it was a good indication they were on the right track. The red winged mutant had taken to the sky again. Watching for any possible escape. It was this patrolling that kept him from seeing the carnage. The death. Of Tag at least. He lowered as sounds and blasts erupted from the back of the building. What was going on in there?
Form shifted as a stray blast headed into the sky. Something was wrong. Then he saw it. The nearly destroyed hotel room. A few bodies lying on the ground. One of them looked like Wolverine, the other was his former team mate. Heart dropped into his stomach. The boy was missing a limb. Jay swallowed as wings spread. Hands gripping into fists. Why couldn’t he heal like Warren could. It only worked on himself. It wouldn’t have helped. Jay didn’t know then the boy was dead.
A man was moving and had another hostage. This time it was David. There was yelling and Jay swooped closer as the man gained distance between the group. The busy highway coming up quickly. He could hear David’s yells. It was all he needed. Wings tucked back as he dove forwards. Fists extended out in front of him. Jay was too late. David’s form started to drop as the man zoomed down the highway attached to a trailer. Hands opened grabbing the form of the New Mutants co-leader, heading into the air. Their shoes barely missing the front windshield of on coming traffic. Making his way to the Blackbird Jay laid David’s body down. Checking for vitals. He was gone. “David…David!?”
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X
Rascal
If you aren't the monster, than what does that make me?
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Post by X on Dec 23, 2005 12:53:58 GMT -5
X felt her blades cut deep into his flesh, she knew too as the scent of blood filled her senses, only driving her on. But the cut was not the only thing she felt as a hand took her ankle, he tried to twist it, to snap the bone within. As soon as her foot moved awkwardly her healing power was kicking in, healing any strain it might endure, but the metal coated along her bones proved most reluctant in letting the bone break. Instead she was thrown through the air and backwards. As she spun through the air, her form reacted in ways it was direly trained, like a cat she twisted her body and let her feet take the impact of the fall. Her hands coming to rest also on the floor as the fall was a bit hard. Her head snapped upwards as red eyes flashed towards the man, a wince in her face showed that the contact was a bit much. But she looked as Angry as ever.
Suddenly the man moved as he took a hostage. Her form was shifting upwards so she was only in a crouch just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But the strike would have to wait, as he warned that if they moved the student would be killed. She remembered the lifeless look on the others face and figured it would not be wise to challenge this. If she did she might get in serious trouble. And even in her slightly feral stage, she did have a bit of sense for now. It was a wonder to her that he could be so strong after what he just endured a short time ago. He must have had some healing power or something, whatever it was she didn't know.
Suddenly David told the rest of who was left standing to attack anyways, that the man would kill him anyways and he was right. With a twist his neck was snapped and X felt a sudden rise in her anger. She let out a roar and began to move quickly towards the evil man. Her form sprinted as quick as ever, and it was quick indeed. But he took hold of a moving trailer and was gone as quick as could be. X tried to mimic his movement, as a car passed by she dug her claws into the door. The scrapping of metal caused the driver to look her way. X was determined not to let this man go, she never let a target go. But the passenger screamed as did the driver. And with a sudden push of the door it flew open, causing her back to hit the median. She lost her grip and her claws slide from their barely secured place. Her form fell back and rolling into a ball she rolled along the side of the highway until her form came to a stop, quite a ways away. Cars began to stop thinking she was dead, the breaks slammed and metal on metal smashing could be heard.
Suddenly her feet shifted and she stood. She could hear some gasps from people around. The scraps along her skin and face were beginning to heal over already but the deeper ones would take more time, such as the break of her nose. But she didn't seem to mind it. Her form turned around and she stood there silently, staring in the direction that the man took off in, the direction she tried to follow in. Before long there was a rope sent down for her to take up, she was angry at herself for letting the man get away. But she was also worried about the condition of the others.
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Dr. Jean Grey
Menace
"I am fire-made flesh, power incarnate!"
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Dec 29, 2005 16:04:44 GMT -5
The aftermath of the mission to save Rogue was still an open wound with the students and staff, and the encroaching holiday only seemed to enhance the cavity of their deaths. Jean did her best to put up the façade that things were ‘normal’ but she didn’t have to be a psychic to sense the morale. Everyone was hiding behind masks this Christmas. Today, on the eve of the holiday she replaced the guilt with baking cookies while watching the students playing outside in the snow.
Professor Drake was out there with them. She smiled at the grandiose ice structures he’d constructed for their snowball fight. Each fortress was an impressive castle; unique from its counterpart and large enough to house a dozen students with comfortable ease. A light chuckle came from her lips as she observed a hailstorm of white arc over the girl’s castle and rain down upon the opposing team. It was clear that they had needed the break from schoolwork and the drama of the past few weeks. She could see expressions of true happiness on their faces, and a light scan of their minds confirmed it.
She recognized the tinkle of plastic lights being strewn overhead, and the gentle thud of footsteps falling on the roof. The ‘ding’ of the oven turned her attentions back to the cookies, and with barely an afterthought she looked in the direction of the stove and used her telekinetic gift to hover the tray out and into a cooling rack before departing the warmth of the kitchen to don an overcoat and join the festivities outside.
The gush of frigid air prickled against her skin, finding the bits of skin that were exposed to the elements and awakening her lulled senses with stark contrast. Pale cheeks were already reddening, and her breath came out in puffs of steam as she hiked through the paths that had been shoveled. Her head craned back toward the mansion, catching the amusing sight of Kurt teleporting from one side to the other as he desperately fought to keep the string of white lights from falling. She shot out a gloved hand and held the left side in place. “I think I got it!” she shouted.
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Dec 29, 2005 23:34:42 GMT -5
Logan felt as if he’d failed them all somehow. That he didn’t do the job he was supposed to. Wound took longer to heal that he’d thought, or would have liked to care for. He hadn’t been able to stop Rancor from killing those two boys. That he couldn’t stop him from ever doing it again. Slowly the man who escaped was becoming a Victor Creed in his life. Wolverine tried not to let it get to him. And it took some persuasion from Charles to get him to stay. The rest of his aggressions were taken out in the Danger Room.
There were moments when he was that way. Times when he tried to bond more with X-23. Finally having the chance to show her the Danger Room himself. Spar against her. Logan did enjoy that. After the mission he closed down some. He didn’t want to bother Jean with his mental turmoil. She had enough on her plate with Frost and Summers. Though he did find moments alone with her. Moments he could be himself. With the Lab and Medical Bay refinished they ran more testes. He couldn’t deny the truth. James Hudson Jr was his blood son. Still they said nothing. Maybe Logan though he was protecting him that way. However he had a feeling that X-23 was picking up on similarities between their scents and her own.
Rogue had recovered well, but then again she’d always been an extraordinary gal. And now the Holidays were upon them. But it didn’t feel like Christmas. And those students who’d been with them weren’t the same. Santo had requested that he be transferred along with the half of the student population, with Summer and Frost at the Salem Center. The start of the new year would be it’s opening. A lot of students went home for the Holidays. The ones that could. The ones who’s families still loved them, and didn’t care about their mutations. Or ones that didn’t know. Like the first time he’d met Bobby Drake’s family.
Fur lined corduroy jacket was shrugged up, while teeth chewed the end of his cigar. Away from the noise and the students. Charles had requested a prize Evergreen for the front foyer. And the Canadian was just the man for the job. It took a few cuts from his adamantium claws and the 12 foot tree came crashing down with a burst of white fluff as it hit the ground. Grabbing the end the Canadian hefted half of it up on his broad shoulder. White snow clung to his slightly spiked dark hair and sideburns. Warm gray smoke wafting from the ends of his cigar. Not that he was the biggest Holiday person, but it made the kids feel better. Take their minds off what had happened. In that moment, Logan felt like himself again. Even a smirk crept upon his lips.
Nearing the edge of the woods Wolverine spit the gone chewed butt of the cigar into the snow. Smothering it with his boot and a small pile of snow. He could smell the children outside play. Fresh cookies. Hear the sounds of was more and more felt like a family. The tip of the tree dragged against the ground. Smile forming more as he saw Jean outside plate full of cookies. Heading that direction he paused as a yellow cab pulled in. The back door opening and a small luggage back being placed out on the cleared pavement. A woman exited and stood. A brow quirked at the scene, she looked older than a new student, then she turned. The trunk of the tree rolled of his shoulder and fell to the ground. Voice nothing more that a whisper. “…Heather…”
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