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7826/Speed Trap

2019-06-11T04:38:44Z

Elkantar: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/06/11 |Location=New York City |Synopsis=Impulse captured! |Cast of Characters=1180,188,130,6952 |Tinyplot=Speed of Doom |pretty=yes }} {{Poses..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/06/11
|Location=New York City
|Synopsis=Impulse captured!
|Cast of Characters=1180,188,130,6952
|Tinyplot=Speed of Doom
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1180|Impulse (1180)}} has posed:''' It's just like any other day for Impulse, having first gotten up that morning and done his chores.. Restocking the local food kitchens, scouting them all out before each delivery. (It's suprising how a visit with Batman can instill a small modicum of paranoia in the most easy going of guys!) Then it was on to the salt flats of Utah to experiment. Miles and miles of flat, featureless plains of salt where he can push himself to his limits trying to go faster than his grandfather. Then it's back to New York City (Get a rope!) where, brimming with The Speed-Force, the 'impulsive' teen decides to visit the Triskelion.     Still in 'uniform' the teen speedster sticking his hands in pockets at his belly (When did they get there?) his cowl turning into a bright yellow baseball cap with the S.H.E.L.D. Emblem emblazoned on it his orange goggles turning into sunglasses. As he peers around, a receptionist quickly gets his attention. ?May I help you?? she asks, to which the teen replies. ?Nah, just looking around, havn't been called into the office yet so I was curious what it looked like! Special Agent Nyx, or Colburn isn't around are they?? he asks curiously.. ?ohh, Coulson.. Not Colburn.. I'm pants at names.? he explains. 

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:''' Faking a smile, the receptionist reaches for her phone. "Let me check for you," she says just as one Agent Lewis is walking past. Pencil skirts, it is said, do not belong on curvy women. Darcy either didn't get the memo or she just doesn't care. Either way, she wears it with a pair of probably too tall to be completely office appropriate heels and a dainty white blouse tucked into it. Her badge is clipped to the lapel of the black blazer she has buttoned over it. Behind her dark framed glasses, Darcy's greene yes pull up from the tablet in her hands. "Oh, don't bother, Becky," she says, makig her way over. She slides her gaze down then back up Impulse's frame, taking in the younger man's apparrel as she closes the distance. "He's out of the office. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" she says to him, head tilting faintly as she peers into those orange tinted sunglasses. 

:'''{{#var:1180|Impulse (1180)}} has posed:''' Impulse's expression turns into a pout for a second before turning back into the smile he was wearing just a moment ago. "Shucks.. I wanted to know why he hadn't called me yet. After all the time he went to have two whole teams of guys ready to ambush me for our visit in the middle of the night in a shady downtown building. I even gave him a Pager!" The teen says with a theatrical sigh. "I use to call myself Zippy, then The Batman called me Impulse, so I decided to use that name!." He explains. 

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:''' "Oh, really?" Darcy prompts, eyes intent with interest. "I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope he didn't loose your number. Maybe, if you gave it to me, I can drop it in his inbox for you, Impulse" she offers so very helpfully. Even with a smile. It's BS, and she knows it. Coulson wouldn't lose it, especially if he'd taken two teams of field ops to try to catch this guy, who's got connections to some dude named Batman (OMG. Bat.. MAN, really? Fuck, metas and their stupid ass codenames, some days), and well, this could be important. And even if Darcy can't bring in a wanted meta on her own because Squishy Mortal landing his digits and more intel on him might make it easier for May to succeed wheere Coulson failed.j 

:'''{{#var:1180|Impulse (1180)}} has posed:''' Impulse snickers "What kind of guy you think I am? Just giving my digits out to anybody who asks? Not before the first date! But nah, I don't have a phone number persay as much as I gave him a sort of red phone. Well more like a red button, but the concepts the same. Maybe I should run up to the top of the building, I can install a Flash Light like the Bat Light they have in gotham!" he says puffing up with bravado before the moment is ruined by his stomach growling like the sarlacc. "Ooph..Should have probably ate something before I came to the City. There wouldn't happen to be a Big Belly Burger near by would there?" he asks as his stomach once more screams for sustinance.." 

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:''' "Oh. A classy guy," Darcy quips, grinning just into Impulse confirming that he is soem sort of meta. but RUN up a building? oh kay then. She types out a quick out of office message on her tablet and holds it out to Becky. "No Big Belly, but I know a place. Come on, handsome. I'll walk you and you can tell me more about flashlights," she offers, holding out her arm for Impulse to take. Because she's a goddamn lady and someone has to escourt this kid around. 

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:''' The message Darcy left was NOT just an out of office. It was a sly alert to her direct report, Agent May, that she was taking a meta out to Chang's Buffet to gather more intel and that she could talk to Coulson about Impulse for more deets. The walk to the buffet was not long at all. A few blocks. The smell of fried rice, lo mien noodles, and hot and spicy egg drop soup fill the air as soon as the door opens. "It's on me, and if you want to call it a date, you can. I promise I won't get frisky," she quips as she holds the door open for Impulse. Leading him in, she moves to the hostess and says a few words softly: Meta, Very Hungry. Darcy knows how this goes. She works with enough Weird. Drop enough cash and the kitchen will just KEEP cooking. Impulse's meal secured, she motions him to the feast. "Help yourself," she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:1180|Impulse (1180)}} has posed:''' Impulse blinks.. "All you can eat? How? What? These places actually EXIST??!" he asks vanishing into the buffet with a snap of air and a crackle of lightning, a near by table soon getting covered in plates covered in food, the teenager soon sitting and starting to eat, the waitstaff's eyes widening in almost terror as they see the speed the food is vanishing.. 

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:''' Darcy watches the lightning flicker across the restaurant, and her chin inclines. This? This needs reporting right away. She looks at the hostess as she pulls her cell phone from her pocket. "Go let the kitchen know they'll need to make more, and give me an invoice. We'll make sure you're appropriately compensated," Darcy tells the woman. She looks down at her phone as the speedster tucks into his meal, typing away. To May: Took a meta to Chang's. Coulson knows him. Impulse. The reply is quick: Speedster? Was annoying Gotham? Report in. Bring him along if needed. Darcy glances up, smiles softly, and then looks back to her phone. To May: Looks like. I'll get him to follow me in. It's gonna cost us a night's business at Chang's and a Visitor's Pass. I'll have the paperwork filled out when back w him. Darcy makes her way to the table as she sends that message and relocks her phone. "So. I got a meeting scheduled for you. You're welcome. After you get a chance to eat, of course," Darcy says to Impulse as she settles herself to the chair across from him. Oh! A pot sticker. She reaches out her free hand to take one. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' It would be totally nice if he got to enjoy that meal, BUT, as things are wont to do for those who call themselves heroes (or would be heroes), there's usually some jerk out there with weird plans that interrupt stuff like heroes having meals and government agents trying to find out more about said heroes. Something enters the building extremely fast - fast enough to absolutely ruin the door - and so fast it's basically a blur to pretty much everyone /except/ Impulse. The moment it enters, a cluster of small metallic spheres abruptly parts, spreading them everywhere! The spheres expand into bubbles, capturing people within them. As fast as it entered, the thing bolts from the location, and the giant bubble traps follows the figure at an accelerating pace. Darcy happens to be inside one of those things! 

:'''{{#var:1180|Impulse (1180)}} has posed:''' At the first sound of the cracking of the glass on the door, Impulse is looking up, "Getthenextone" he says as he pops the potsticker in his mouth chewing on it, only half the plates he had brought having been cleared of food, the teen speedster moving into action his ballcap and glasses flowing back into the goggles and open topped cowl Impulse usually sports. Saying something that honestly just sounds like a 28.8 baud modem, the teen asks Gideon to alert the authorities. That's when Darcy's phone suddenly unlocks itself and begins dialing every number on the contacts list at the same time, sending out a simultanious alert to everyone on the phone that there's something going down at Chang's. The communications tech in his suit makes an alert to the police as the speedster takes off after the bogey, being careful to try and /not/ touch one of the bubbles. "Okmister, ormiss, orwhateveradjectivenoungroupyou use. Iwashavingareallynicelunchwhenyoubrokeinhere. itbetterbeforagoodreason!" he says barely slow enough to be understood. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "I need to use the restroom." Is what Harrison said five minutes ago in the small apartment being used as a makeshift headquarters for the capture attempt. Five minutes that Harrison used to go contact Gideon, and put a note where the Flash will see it. Red lightning trails behind the Reverse-Flash as he gets back to the apartment, and speeds up enough that the Doombots keeping an eye on him won't see the lightning go back into the bathroom, before he puts the costume back in his ring and steps out. "Done. You might not want to go in there for about... ten minutes." Harrison steps out with a grimace at the supposed smell, before he moves up to the equipment. The sensors are activated so the signatures of any Speed Force users are shown. 

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:''' Darcy just gets her fingers on the potsticker when CRASH. Before she can even process what happened, she's in a bubble and things are rushing pass and, what in the world is going on? Tumbled in the bottom of the bubble, Darcy kicks off the heels and rearranges herself so she's on her knees. She looks at her phone to send an alert, only to see that her phone's SENT alerts. LOTS of alerts. Alerts to everyone. Even her Derby Wife. Fuck. That's going to be hell to explain tomorrow. Darcy tucks the phone into her bra to free her hands before she shrugs off the blazer for better mobility. That done, she waits. Because there isn't shit all she can do about things right now. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Up ahead, Impulse can see a humanoid figure dressed very much like another speedster, except it's all black with glowing white lines! Whoever it is, is oh soo cool and very sleek with their speedy suit. When it glances back, one can see even the eye lenses are glowy white! It's about the time that it glances back that some of the bubbles start... diverging. Or, really, it's as though they get shot or thrown from the chain of bubbles off in this direction or that, and regardless they seem to be in for serious harm if something isn't done about them. It's not really enough to keep Impulse off the other fast person's trail, since they don't seem to quite be moving as fast as a speedster. But it /is/ time consuming since, well... who /knows/ what those bubbles will do if they pop! Darcy actually has a front row seat to all this, because the luck of the draw would have it she ended up right behind this other Speedster person. She even sees some of the rear passengers get jettisoned so that Impulse would have do deal with them... Well, unless he's not so heroic as some might think! 

:'''{{#var:1180|Impulse (1180)}} has posed:''' "Shoot. Shoot, Shoot.. And I just ate.." he pouts and complains. "Gideon.. Amazon same day me a whole crate of phenegren, I'm gonna be puking for a week." he whines as the situation starts quickly getting out of hand, gritting his teeth he pours on a little more speed when there's suddenly a pop, pop, pop, and five more copies of the speedster appear, dark red, and yellow colors similar to Professor Zoom's costume appear their eyes glowing a baleful red. "Gottheoneontheleft, I'llgoright, we'llgodownthecenter!" the five clones of Impulse all say at the same time, darting around to grab people, (or at least try to) as a decidedly green looking Impulse pours on the speed grabbing a stack of clean plates off the buffet to start flinging them at the black and white speedster at ballistic speeds.. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' "How intriguing." Doom says over the comms back to Harrison, right about the time all the clones start doing their thing. Indeed, it sounds like the Speed Force well and truly has captured Doom's attention with the things some seem to be able to do. Unfortunately for Impulse, those things keep flying off this way and that, but /fortunately/ there were only so many people in the restaurant so... can't be that many, right? Heck, he can see Darcy up near the front easily enough by now. Maybe she was the real target all along!! The villain heads down through winding streets, trying to stay ahead of Impulse the whole way. Of course, little does impulse know that there's a trap set up ahead that he's being led straight to! A little magic, a bit of tech, and Impulse is one mouse that just might get caught! 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' It doesn't hurt that the foremost expert on Speed Force in all it's forms is also helping Doctor Doom. The technology behind the trap is retrofitted futuretech in a modern base, and is quite capable of 'snapping' shut around a Speed Force signature. Now that Impulse has been forced to use the Speed Force in a setting where sensors have been set... Eobard now knows exactly what signature Impulse has. A useful bit of intel for his own plans. "The trap is set. He just needs to spring it." Harrison offers in reply to Victor over the comm. 

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:''' Darcy takes the few precious seconds she has to look around, to note how bubbles with people are being tossed about, forcing the hero to veer off and save them. she looks at the black suited 'speedster' that's cuaght her and... makes a gamble. "OH, you slow witted little fucktard. Really? I goddamn fucking soap bubble? Could you be less creative? Because this is rightout of that stupid ass cartoon with Rene Zilwigger and Anglina Johlie and WIll Smith.. what the fuck was it called? Whatever. It was stupid as Fuck! Like you. Jesus, I am so unimpressed right now." Darcy Lewis, squishy mortal, no powers whatsoever, is mouthing off and cussing out whatever speed thing has her trapped in a bubble. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' The voice that comes from the villainous swifty is nothing like Doom's, of course, and simply responds to Darcy's jibes with a succinct, admonishing, "Such Language." as they veer around a corner into the alley where the trap is set. Just another split second or two, and Impulse will have fell right into the villain's trap! Doom, on the other hand, has himself a dark bit of a chuckle at the stuff coming across the feed. "Not long now; be ready, Doctor." he intones. The final few passengers are jettisoned, which are easily snatched up and rescued by Impulse's clones - all except for Darcy that is - and the pair of her and the villain zip around the corner... 

:'''{{#var:1180|Impulse (1180)}} has posed:''' Hot on the heels of the speedster, his clones pop out of existance, letting the teenagers pallor darken to a little bit healther of a look as he darts after Darcy and right into the trap he didn't know was there! 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' When Impulse was in the threshold, Harrison hit the button. It was a massively simple machine, if you knew how to measure the Speed Force... and despite not knowing the baseline for Impulse and his speed, he was getting plenty of data towards that end, at least. Once Impulse was within the alloted space, a field of pure lightning and force popped up around him. The unstable nature of the field would make it impossible for Impulse to try to phase through, as the molecules were constantly in flux with no apparent pattern. Impulse was well and truly trapped. 

:'''{{#var:1180|Impulse (1180)}} has posed:''' Impulse skids to a halt before he slams into the front wall of lightning. "What? well shit.." he says actually cussing, the teen zipping here and there looking at what he's seeing. ~Gideon, can you get a message out? Do you sense any controlling computer you can tap into?~ he asks mentally to the computer throwing the last few of his plates at the coursing lightning to see what happens.. 

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:''' "yeah? Imma language my foot up your-," Darcy's spitfire cuts off in a half heartbeat ... that voice isn't winded. In fact, it didn't sound like it was being jarred by the impact of running. Darcy's played more than enough derby to know what it's like to say ANYTHING while exterting yourself, and off skate training measns he knows what it's like to talk while running. While her realization was quick, fairly quick for a human, it was just that: quick, for a human. This? This was far faster than anything a human can comprehend, and so what she says next is a full second too late for she turns in the bubble and shoves her hands against the back of it, eyes on Impulse. "It's a trap!" Darcy calls out, her mind registering the force field and that she was too late. Thoughts racing, she reaches for the phone in her bra. She needs to send a new alert, hope SHIELD got a new reading on her GPS... and maybe she'll get around to praying. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' "That went quite well. It seems Impulse lives up to his name." Doom says mildly, and already things are swinging into action to collect the prize and get the heck out of here. "Bit too late." says the bad guy to Darcy. "You should work on that. Now, what to do with you... Could come with, but you'd need to mind those manners." they quip - the figure strikes a rather androgynous pose, and the voice isn't any help. 

:'''{{#var:1180|Impulse (1180)}} has posed:''' Impulse finally comes to a stop at the far end of the 'cage' he squats down his shoes shifting into angled platforms reminiscent of a sprinters block, the teen focusing on the front of the 'cage' a look of intense focus coming on his face as blood red lightning starts to flicker and flare across his body, his edges becoming indistinct as if vibrating, the goggles designed to filter out the red glow that his eyes tend to take when channeling the speed force unable to keep up as the glow grows brighter. Swiftly the suit he wears shifts the armor on the front growing thicker, the ankle length leggings shortening to almost speedo size, the back of his suit opening to reveal pale skin. With a loud crack of an instant sonic boom, as the teen sprints forward going hypersonic (his top speed) instantly to slam into the wall of energy, the lightning hitting him and causing him to cry out the force field stretching and deforming as he starts to break free for the field to snap back slamming him back into the back wall to slump to the floor unconcious. 

:'''{{#var:188|Darcy Lewis (188)}} has posed:''' In the middle of tapping that alert,the crack boom of Impulse trying to make his escape has Darcy looking up with a gasp. "Impulse!" she calls out. Like that's going to do any sort of good. Heart racing, she frankily turns back to her phone to try to get one last message out to May: Impulse caught. No sooner does she hit send than she tries hit the Send Location feature. It doesn't happen, however since the moment Impulse hit the deck and didn't get back up, her time as Bait came to an aburpt end. The ball was flung into the nearest wall, shattering on impact and sending Darcy slamming into the brick. She was unconscious before she even hit the asphalt of the alley. Her phone clattered from her hand, the message open and her location waiting to be sent. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' So it all comes to an end. Minions pour from the woodwork to box Impulse up nice and tidy. The 'villain' makes sure that Darcy isn't unduly injured for some reason or other. And the whole crew cleans up the bulk of their mess in a whirlwind of activity and... they're gone by the time the cops and such arrive! How they accomplish this is a mystery unto itself. 
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7478/A Fencing Competition

2019-06-11T00:40:12Z

Elkantar: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/05/13 |Location=New York |Synopsis=A conversation was had. |Cast of Characters=7998,130 |pretty=yes }} {{Poses |Poses=:'''{{#var:7998|Menel (7..."

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|Location=New York
|Synopsis=A conversation was had.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:7998|Menel (7998)}} has posed:''' There's a certain tenseness in the air, a thrum of anticipation as to men in the center of the room stand perfectly still. Both are clad in pure white with a fencers helmet covering their heads. Epee's stand at the ready. A single voice calls out the words that begin the match and yet for another long moment there is nothing but silence. Then suddenly one of the fighters breaks forward and they're both moving. The smaller of the two darts in for a quick attack that's immediately met with a riposte. This does not land either, but the larger of the two men takes the momentary advantage to let loose a flurry of blows that ends when suddenly a voice calls out again. The two dart backwards from one another as though they are drawn on strings. A moment later when the match is called there is polite clapping. The two fighters pull of their hoods and one of them - the winner - is a young man with stark white hair and eyes the color of the sky when the sun is out. He grins and shakes the hand of his opponent, gracious in his victory. Then the two fighters are freed to mingle with the guests. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' It's not often Doom gets out to just... relax, but with some recent developments he's taking the time to do just that. So when he heard about a certain fencing competition, he decided to take in the show and enjoy the talent on display. Of course, he tends to be highly conspicuous wherever he goes, so it's probably not gone unnoticed that he's in attendance. Regardless, the man remains aloof from the other attendees, as most if not all of them are beneath his attention. No, the only one actually worth his attention is one of the fencers here today. Doom allows this man - Menel - to mingle for a bit with the other patrons. However, when he decides it is /his/ time to greet the fencer, he brooks little interference. Mind you, it is not that he's boorish in his manners. Quite the opposite; Victor Von Doom makes his approach. His appearance alone is enough to make people move away from him. And when they do not, he intones undercurrents of command beneath a very polite, "Excuse me." or "Pardon." as he makes his way there. And when he is? He tells Menel what he thinks. "Your form is excellent, and shows both talent and skill. I commend you." 

:'''{{#var:7998|Menel (7998)}} has posed:''' The swordsman is friendly and polite to those that come up to talk to him, making small-talk and then moving on to the next person when that one grows board and decides they'd rather talk to someone else. Such is the course of such events and it's something that the young man seems quite accustomed to even at a distance. The swordsman has his back to a wall, and it's clear from the way he answers questions that he's aware of everyone who approaches him. This goes perhaps doubly for the man known as Doom. Either from his appearance, his demeanor, or simply the fact that he's made his way through the others whom politely or for other reasons make their way away from the two now. Menel's blue eyes flicker briefly toward the last departing individual, but it's clear that Doom has his attention. "Thank you." Menel scrubs a hand through his white hair and offers that friendly grin of his which also seems to say that the complement embarrasses him somewhat. "Do you know much of fencing sir, or is this your first event?" 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' "It is a rarity that I am able to attend events such as these; I'm no stranger to the arts martial, but fencing is... all too often a luxury. When I must fight, it is oft with brawlers and ruffians. Rarely is it a duel of such refinement." Doom says in a tone of aristocratic civility. "How long have you practiced?" He wonders then, taking a brief moment to look out across the room; it's a thing he does with relative frequency, as though he never quite trusts those around him. 

:'''{{#var:7998|Menel (7998)}} has posed:''' Menel nods, finding agreement with the other man's statements. Though there's something else there too, a flicker of interest that blooms into active interest. He starts to say something, but then comes Doom's question and Menel lets out a little chuckle. "I've been fencing since I was five, so some twenty years give or take." Blue eyes slide over the other man and it's with a more aprasing gaze than before. "If you do not mind my asking... Oh!" Suddenly Menel offers his hand to the man standing before him, it's an offer made with the sort of give and take that suggests he won't be offended if it's not taken. "My name is Menel Dinmorin by the way, I know they announce our names but it seems rude not to introduce myself just the same." 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Doctor Doom does not shake hands, but he is not without civility. "Victor Von Doom." he says. Yes, /that/ Von Doom. The notorious Doctor who is supposedly a villain and dictator of a small country called Latveria. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Menel Dinmorin. And of course you may ask, though I reserve the right not to answer." There is a levity to his tone, suggesting he says so in good humor. "What is your question?" 

:'''{{#var:7998|Menel (7998)}} has posed:''' The swordsman blinks once in surprise that splashes across his features for a few seconds. Clearly it's not every day that he meets the leader of a country. Even the one of a small country. Much less one that's as well known as this man before him. Still, he forges ahead with his question. "I was curious about your marshal experience. I don't meet many of the benefactors of these events that actually know anything of combat. Much less actively fight themselves. So, if you don't mind answering - what kind of fighting do you have experience in?" There's real curiosity and interest there that stems from more than just professional curiosity. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Doctor Doom doesn't mind explaining this at all. "As you may know, I lead the revolution of my beloved Latveria against the corrupt, oppressive former regime to liberate my people, and have engaged in battle against some of the more well known threats against our earth." "Lesser known, however, is that I have also fought against incursions from other dimensions as well as other worlds, and continue to do so as they make themselves known. So as you might now understand, there is simplicity and refinement in fencing. It is a matter of skill and natural ability; honed senses, trained reflexes, learned responses. The one who has mastered these things wins naturally." He sighs then, "Against the threats I often face, it is less so. One must have power; physical might, mystical might, mental fortitude, and arcane knowledge from the furthest reaches of not only our own reality, but wherever one might find it. Sacrifices must be made for these things. There is refinement to be found, but oft it is a base struggle for one's life and soul." 

:'''{{#var:7998|Menel (7998)}} has posed:''' Menel finds himself nodding in agreement once again, listening intently to the other man's words which wax eloquently. Far more so than his own words which are by nature simple and direct. "That sounds both exhilarating and exhausting." He flashes a grin. "I have found it to be true though, as you say. A fight for one's life against whatever force is rarely as, well I wouldn't use the word refined, but fighting - real fighting - is much more direct than something done for sport." Spoken like someone who's been in their fair share of fights that didn't happen inside the rules and regulations of a fencing match. He's looking at Victor again, not the same measuring gaze as before but a different one. "Tell me if you will - which are you finding it of late? Exciting, or tiring?" 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Doctor Doom looks in a very particular direction, at seemingly nothing at all, and intones with some hint of menace, "Exasperating, and a bit infuriating." His pleasant demeanor returns soon enough, and the man proceeds with, "But if you ever hear that tripe that blathers on about change what you can, accept what you can't... Know they are words of the weak willed. Never submit, learn from defeat, and rise up to conquer everything that dares stand in your path." 

:'''{{#var:7998|Menel (7998)}} has posed:''' The swordsman laughs, a good sound that invites others to join in. It'd be easy to laugh with that laugh. "Here, I could offer the same advice. There's no danger of giving up from me. One doesn't get to where I am if they can't take the hits and keep on swinging, but then I suspect from your words that you know yourself." Indeed. Across the room the other fencer waves to Menel and the swordsman waves back, his blue eyes never leaving Doom. "It seems it's time for me to get out of my gear. If you're still here when I'm done, I'd love to chat with you some more. Either way have a good evening." Menel offers the other man a brief nod that's almost a bow, but done without his eyes ever really lowering. 
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7604/Rapid Detection

2019-06-11T00:37:38Z

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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' The day has come; the prototype is ready. Doom has been examining the tech at stages along the way, quietly impressed with Harrison's work and identifying where improvements can be made. He arrives in the lab now, ready to discuss matters with his fellow (captive) scientist. "Doctor Wells, are we ready?" he asks, though he already knows the answer. "Was there any trouble integrating any of the improvements I suggested?" These, mostly, were to eliminate potential weaknesses in the design to allow the sensors to withstand the supposedly destructive energies they're about to look into. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' Truth be told, it was a technology from this timelines future Eobard was screwing around with, and adapting for modern use. He was in one of the most bleeding edge facilities in the world under Victor Von Dooms resources, and for once, didn't need to hide his acumen nearly as much as he usually does. If Eobard Thawne actually used his considerable knowledge and genius to it's full potential in the information era, he'd be revolutionizing many industries. Unluckily for the world, Eobard Thawne knows what he's doing when it comes to timeline manipulation. Also unluckily for the world, Eobard Thawne still has no reliable means of getting home. And so we come to today. 'Harrison Wells' has been busy rebuilding one of his many prototypes from his time as a Professor of the Speed Force at the Flash museum. The complex, fragile machine was not portable by any means, with most of the material going into a reinforced containment unit; Harrison wasn't kidding when he said the energy was very volatile. Right now, he's making some final adjustments to the calibration of the antennae with a screwdriver as he spoke, "I wouldn't call it easy. This is a very complicated machine, and I had to take into account the flux your improvements generated. There's a good chance that the first time it siphons energy for anaylsis, this thing will melt from the inside... but I've done the best I could." 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' "Even so, I should be able to collect enough data on the initial testing to make further adjustments to improve stability." Doom replies calmly, walking up to rest a hand on the thing. "What is the most reliable target of study; a user of this force? How common are the storms you spoke of on the news?" The object is, by his resting of his hand there, shown a degree of approval from the notorious monarch. Then it is removed, and Doom turns to face a single humanoid thing coming into the room. It is very likely one of his robots, modified for speed if one can judge by the joint configuration along with some of its design features. No chance of it ever competing with a Speedster, but it should be fast enough to draw interest. He turns back to face Harrison, awaiting response. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "Speed Force storms are very uncommon. They happen when a Speed Force user makes a mistake traveling through the dimension where the Speed Force generates and physically punches through the wall back into our reality." Harrison continues. Having finished with the screwdriver adjustment, he turns to regard the robot, "the tear in our world that forms as a result allows the plasma like energy of raw Speed Force to 'leak' into our reality. This energy is extremely dangerous and lethal to most people, being both pure energy and matter at once. The discharges from the outlet is what makes it look like a 'storm'. In reality, as can think of it as a fuel that self-perpetuates. The self-repairing nature of that energy seals the hole like a wound after a whole, like a scab." He gestures to a recorded video of the original storm Impulse created on a terminal nearby, "as you'll notice at the start of the storm, someone came through and landed." He turns to regard Doom, "if you want another to happen, you'll need to find a Speed Force user, force them to enter the Speed Force dimension, and intentionally have them break the barrier." 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Doctor Doom contemplates as he watches the video, arms crossed in what is his typical fashion. "I see. So we'll need to draw one out. I doubt my robots - at least initially - will be much challenge. They're built for great speeds, but... what little I've been able to find suggest those that use the Speed Force would outclass them without so much as a thought. And am I to understand that those who survive a touch of the energy in a Storm, may become a conduit?" 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "From all indications, those who use the Speed Force naturally are capable of speeds greater than even our best sensors can detect. I'd even wager they can go near the speed of light." Harrison corrects, before he pauses the video at the peak of the storm. "it's raw Speed Force. It'd be like getting hit by plasma. It'd melt you alive or electrocute you to death instantly if you get hit by it, unless you're someone like Superman or the Hulk." He gestures over the various 'lightning' bolts, "accounts of the storm suggested at least two Speedsters involved. One with yellow and one with red lightning." Harrison looks back to Victor, "Without a baseline to learn how they're connected, I can't guarantee anyone could become a conduit, because I don't know the process that created the Flash." 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' "Hmm.... I may have some ideas on that; from what you've said so far, it sounds like part of the problem we face is the level of energy generated. A trial run with the current prototype still seems viable, but we're going to need to find a way to bleed off or ablate the bulk of the output." Doom posits to Harrison. "Who are our targets, and what can you tell me about them?" 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "You have three potential targets that I'm aware of." Harrison continues as he watches Victor, "the first is the Flash himself. He's incredibly fast though, and I wouldn't say he'd be your easiest target." He turns back to the sensor, and a hologram of Impulse pops up, "your second option is the new Speedster. By all accounts, he was what dropped out of the Speed Force Storm that bought me to your attention. I have no baseline for him for you, so he'd be an unknown." Another pops up, this time of the Reverse-Flash outfit, "This one has popped up on the news occasionally, and was seen fighting the Flash himself on his own terms. It's safe to say he's just as fast as the Flash is." Harrison turns back to regard Victor, "Which would you prefer?" 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' "Let's go with the unknown; I agree with your assessment about the Flash. This unknown may be just that, but it may also mean he's less skilled and confident in his abilities. We'll see how it bears out, however." Doom replies without hesitation. He lowers his hand from the chin of his mask where it had been touching, and looks a bit longer at the image of Impulse. "How soon can your end of things be ready for our first interaction?" 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "The sensor and containment vessel are both ready now. It's just a matter of setting The correct ambush." Harrison points out. "We can commence the capture anytime you wish." 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Doctor Doom says smoothly, "Excellent. I see no further reason to hesitate, and I have an idea about the ambush. Get everything ready, we'll depart shortly." And with that, he turns sharply enough that there's a dramatic whirl of his cloak as he strides from the room. His servant bots go about their tasks quickly, removing the speed bots and preparing all equipment that's going to go. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "I'll do that." Harrison nods slowly, before he turns around and begins to get the equipment ready. Finally, outside the security net he'll be able to contact Gideon and maybe warn the Flash while Victor is distracted with the fight. He won't have long... but it'll be long enough for the Flash to be told about the Doombot. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Is Doom suspicious treachery? Might Harrison get caught? Maybe, but right now Doom has other things to worry about; transportation, entry into America that won't raise too many eyebrows... That sort of thing. Preparations are made in a whirlwind of activity that might actually impress a Speedster. Well, maybe not, but it's still pretty darn efficient. 
}}

5633/Flames of War

2019-06-01T14:44:04Z

Elkantar:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/10/23
|Location=Space
|Tinyplot=Burning Host
|Synopsis=Sindr invades Raethon III, runs into Ares
|Cast of Characters=1817, 340
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The Fringes of Sector 2814, Planet Something or Other where Sindr stands atop a mountain, in the guise of something approximating a tall human with slight demonic features, gazing down on some civilizations below. There is no one with her at this time - her minions tend to blather on so and if it weren't for her ignoring most of what they say, she'd never get any productive thinking done in their presence. Still, this is not the time for that. Below, there are more than a couple of large valleys, most teeming with civilization. This world is rich in resources, which she intends to plunder along with its population. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' On this planet, a warrior in pitch black armor engraved with rams on the chest, pauldrons, and gauntlets. a tattered cloak with fur around the neck falls to the floor, he wears no helmet, though his eyes stare to the mountains where the fire demons await. Ares was evacuating the city. one of many. Does he intend to fight alone? It certainly would not be the first time. His eyes lock with Sindr's as he starts to walk up the mountain, no weapons on his person as of yet, but clearly the God of War sought some kind of Audience with Queen Sindr. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr doesn't appear to either; but then, someone of her power and skill doesn't have to carry them about like a plebian to arm themselves swiftly and efficiently. She is patient in waiting for the God of War - it's not like either of them are running short of it, after all - and by the time he arrives she is present in all her splendor. He is no mere manling, after all. Even taller, horns showing, flames engulfing her. "Ares." The way his name gets spoken bears recognition, and the smile she wears is confident - haughty even - as ever, but not without some hint of respect. "I had wondered who'd show up first." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' The God of War eventually arrived in front of Cinder. he himself was about 6'4" tall in his Godly form, looking slightly up at Sindr, A smile on his face. "Sindr. You look well. I'm sorry about your father." No, he wasn't really, but respect given is respect returned. "I already know your intentions. I don't want to fight you, but I will. If any of the other Olympians arrived, it would be an easy victory for you." Ares smiles then. He is the God of War after all. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The Queen of Cinders inclines her head, accepting the gesture about her father for what it is. No doubt she admired her sire, but grief isn't something she has the heart or the luxury for anyway. "I would enjoy war with you, Ares, worthy opponent that you'd be. It would be counter to my purpose, I think." She takes a step toward the vista below. "I don't suppose you'd join me instead." she says, a moment later. "I have need of their resources, their... science. Theirs and others and more. There'd be bloodshed a-plenty, sacrifices enough for both of us to slake our desires. I wouldn't even mind if you spurred both sides, as long as it didn't de-rail what I'm after." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares almost forced a smile. Almost. Though he shakes his head. "While I may find myself playing sides, as it were, my intention is to prevent your advance until the people can get off world. I hear their prayers." Though he does smile. "But, we will see. I have not faced a creature of flame in quite some time." a large battleax with godly energies fueling it appears in his hand. "I pray we do not face each other on the battlefield. I would hate to kill you." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Well." Sindr says with a sigh. "That's inconvenient." The giantess turns, facing Ares once again. There's a smile, "We will cross that bridge only should we reach it. Now, how many do you intend to save? Surely not everyone on this world pays you homage." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' "Indeed it is." There is a small look of regret on Ares's face, but he does give her a nod. "As many as I can, preferably. you may take the nation to the north without resistance from me. they scourge the gods and believe themselves superior. I have no desire to defend them." Seems he is here to defend those who pay heed to divinity. "Attempt to take those who have adherent faith, and your forces will meet their end at my hand." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr takes a couple of steps away and to the side, wondering aloud, "I am of course willing to make those accommodations, but what are we trading on here, Ares? Our past cordials? Are there considerations to be owed? How shall I tell one fleshling from another?" She looks over her shoulder at Ares then, one flaming brow arched higher than the other. "I mean, if this were properly negotiated, I could allow your adherents to march with mine and enjoy mutual rewards. Muspel flames set for your worshippers to sacrifice the bodies of the slain to your glory. There would be little need for them to flee their homes." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares seems to chuckle rather faintly. "You are trying rather hard to avoid fighting me, arn't you? I am the God of War, not negotiations. If you want that, find my sister." of course, to that he references Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Knowledge. "Though, I must admit. You're offer is tempting. Perhaps we shall see how the first day goes, hm?" Ares offers that much, standing tall and defiant against the Queen of Cinders, whom he was once close to. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr's response is quite serious in tone, "Hardly. I would gladly go to war with you, as I said earlier, but it would consume time better spent on my current desires. It is much more in my favor to have you on my side, now. We can always battle one another some other time, some other world." She takes on that more human form, looking at him eye to eye. "It helps that I find you far more agreeable than those flaming Asgardians." There's a tiny smile at that, and she looks below again. "To the north, you say? Easily done; I shall redirect my efforts there, while you decide whether your people shall continue to flee, or gird for war." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares seems to chuckle softly, but nods appreciatively. "Asgardians are not people you can normally negotiate with. I found that out the fun way during the Olympian-Asgardian War. Regardless of this, thank you for accepting my offer." He smiles. "I will accept that time. I don't want to fight you unless I must. Are we not friends?' he says with a hint of amusement in his tone. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr merely looks at him, and one might think for a moment there is a flicker of incredulity in the expression she wears... but she is the daughter of Surtur. Surely not her, right? She looks over the other side of the mountain, which shields the valleys below from her war. There, the lands are ablaze, and beings pour through a large gateway purified for her invasion by Muspelfire, brought into being by her Will, and rendered lasting by the construction of an archway. "Friends." she repeats with no emotion attached to the word, a foreign concept most likely, given her father, given her rearing. It's left there, that word, hanging between them. 
}}

5649/Answering Raethon's Call

2019-06-01T14:43:46Z

Elkantar:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/10/25
|Location=Space
|Synopsis=Sindr suffers a personal defeat, but the war goes on
|Thanks=Star-Lord, Power Girl, Ares, Drax
|Cast of Characters=1817, 340, 32, 111, 1575
|Tinyplot=Burning Host
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The Raethon system, on the fringes of Sector 2814, has a few inhabited planets according to records, scans, and such. One of them, however, stands out by merit of... well, a chunk of it seems to be lit up like a bonfire! Swaths of land can be seen, from space, to be glowing like a bonfire at night, or plagued by roving clouds of black smoke during the day. There is a cluster of ships in orbit. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' That cluster of Ships in orbit are citizens of the planet itself. They're evacuating. Planetside, the God of War, Ares (or Mars. Same same.) Strikes down a fire demon as he shouts to others. "Get off the planet! NOW! Women and children first!" So far, the War God was alone in stemming the tide and was successfully holding them back...but Ares might not be able to hold off Musphelheims endless hordes forever. He wears pitch black armor, with a sword in one hand and a mace in the other, both humming with immense godly power. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     The JL Comm system is a robust and capable entity, enabling them to listen in to planets so far beyond most of their reach that if half of the street level League knew just how far out the fingers extended, they'd probably spit milk. The reception on Earth from Raethon is a little gross, but at the same time, it's enough.     Flight through the atmosphere at Mach VI always feels just a little slow for Power Girl. This is because as soon as she can -feel- the lose of friction's sensation on her skin, she presses the throttle down, accelerating in portions of a heartbeat past light itself to make child's play of galactic distances. For some, the idea of visiting the edge of the galaxy is a lifelong dream.     For her, it's a Thursday.     She left not long ago- the slowest part of this process isn't the response, it's the reception- and as soon as she nears the atmosphere, the shrieking shape of an effortless entry into the atmosphere likely trips every sensor in the system.     As well, the first strike on a flaming demon sending a resounding shockwave that sounds like the peal of thunder accompanied by what must be the shout of the -angriest- blonde in the sector, if not the universe, heralds perhaps the most inspiring bit of knowledge in recent memory.     A Kryptonian is here. It's the punchy one. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     The signal was like a technological scream into the night for anyone with a decent communications array. The Milano picked it up easily, and had just dropped through atmo above the flares. Anyone who has ever heard of the Guardians of the Galaxy would recognize the ship as it flies over the raging fires, having dropped the rest of the Guardians off at various places to scout. Drax and Star-Lord were doing an overall sweep from the sky... and Star-Lord was saving Drax for something /really/ big. Drax was much too powerful to waste on small fry. The fight of Ares fighting on the ground has Star-Lord squinting into the sensor screen, "Is that... some kind of earth knight?" Star-Lord asks, incredulously, "that definitely qualifies as str-" Then Power Girl rockets through the atmosphere, and the resulting shockwave trips the Milano's potential collision alarm, "Woah mama!" The Milano shakes as Star-Lord steadies the craft, the Milano flying over Ares erratically as the ace pilot fights to keep it level. "What in the hell was that?!" 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The fire demons /would/ be outmatched, were it not for the fact it's not /just/ fire demons with swords and spears stomping about. It's massive beasts - dragons, giant lizards that may as well be dragons, other large flying things that don't just respond to pilot controls, but actually have their own survival instincts and combat training. All of these things with armored and flaming bodies. And fire. Copious amounts of fire that not only burns things that burn, but clings to all /kinds/ of things. That blinds various sensors and visual cues. Smoke that obscures things all too easily. That, when hot enough, melts metals and short circuits technology. And there's hordes of them. Hordes of all manner of burning things that set non-burning things to burning. And some of those burning things - more of them over time - are picking up technology and putting it to use. Poorly, but still doing it. It often breaks, but they're still doing it. The shockwave accompanied Kryptonian certainly gains her fair share of attention, and probably much to the escaping people's gratitude, draws it away from them. A literal wave of fiery beings gets blown back, only to rush back in to attack the new person. And unfortunately, shockwaves aren't the only thing to plague the Milano right now. It seems a flight of winged beasts with riders has taken note of the ship, and are heading straight for it! 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax looks over Star-lord's shoulder at the screen, "It is a woman, Quill. I know you have been lonely, but surely you remember." Drax is more than ready for action, his knives in his belt and bouncing a bit on his booted feet as he takes in the situation. "You Earth people all look alike to me. How can I tell you apart?" He grips the top of the seat as the shockwaves rattle the ship, narrowing his eyes, "Look at those animals! I want one! I will kill them all and you will let me keep it. It will eat from my hand and be my friend, once I wash the blood of that rider off of it!" 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "Preeetty sure that's not how it works, Drax, but I can appreciate the thought." Star-Lord grunts as he starts to fly around buildings and head for the mountains, the Milano's engines scream as they fly away from Ares as Star-Lord keeps ahead of the winged beasts, "Drax, can you get into the tailgun blaster. I need some breathing room if we're going to land." Power Girl will have to wait. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' As they fly away from the buildings and toward the mountains, Drax and Starlord will notice that there are several vast valleys that are heavily inhabited on this side of the mountain range. And yes, there is quite the horde of fire demons and beasts haranguing the escaping population. However, when reaching the mountain range, that's nothing compared to the ocean of fire on the /other/ side of the mountain range, reaching north and setting a great number of cities ablaze. And there is a key difference; at least in the closest air/star ports, there is no escape. Largely, they are cut off with strategic precision. And the battles here are more pitched, desperate even. The beasts try to give chase, but the Milano is just too fast for them. They quickly fall behind and select other targets. Even so, there are other flocks that make the attempt, some even close enough to make contact, should Quill's piloting slip. And on one mountain, there is a lone figure, burning. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax grumbles to himself as he heads back to the shooting pod, "Try not to kill any of the flying animals. They are cute," he says firmly. He makes his way back and drops into the gunner's position. On the one hand, he mostly prefers going face to face with his enemies, spilling their blood everywhere, experiencing their screams of terror and basking in the raw power that is his own inhuman and superior prowess. On the other hand, the guns make a neat rat-tat-tat zapping sound and it's fun to watch things explode. Drax opens fire, streaming blasts with a haphazard but effective sweeping motion, showing far less care than he instructed Quill to take as he just shoots anything that comes across his screen, laughing as he does so. "Come and get yourself a portion!" 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "Goddamnnnnniiiitttt...." Star-Lord exclaims in a long shout as he does a barrel roll through a particular nasty swarm trying to keep steady for Drax to fire. When one 'dragon' gets near, there's a sharp turn that Drax and Star-Lord both feel in their stomachs, despite the inertial dampeners. The repeater at the front is cycled rapidly on automatic as he flies through the swarm, leaving the 'dragon' as the only real problem. A problem which Drax is given a clear line of sight to by Star-Lord. The lone figure gets his attention on the scanner briefly as he flies, "Yeah, that screams 'I'm arrogant and want everyone to know where the big bad is'. Why are the assholes always the first to think they're untouchable?" Star-Lord rhetorically muses as he turns the Milano in that direction, "Planets basically hell right now, and 500 credits says he's to blame." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares is fighting off and killing fire demons in droves! Looking like a literal whirlwind of death as he moves like lightning. Swords fly all around him and accurately strike their targets. By now, a small army of dead surround Ares. though the War God is surprised when he sees the Kryptonian streak through the sky and the Milano fights some fire dragons. Well then. Tgough the War God looks for Sindr....like he said he would just before the battle began 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Drawing attention is what Power Girl is, frankly, best at. Each species of fire-monster has a level of caution associated with it- anything that is spewing flames is a little more dangerous than the others. Magical flame hurts and burns, and while the suit is rated to survive the surface of the sun, her arms are bare enough that she still won't find it pleasant. She has to play her cards right until the nature of these things is well-enough known.     This means that she's moving- never staying in one place, and not entirely willing to risk pulling the attention of cloying, sticking flames- napalm is never anyone's friend. The fact she's drawn a crowd means definitively that she's not just going to be punching her way out of it all.     Considering they're evacuating the planet- and also considering that the ships that catch flame doing the evacuating aren't -staying- that way after they leave atmosphere... The blonde has a few tricks up her sleeves- the irony of which is not lost on her, as she is well aware her suit has no sleeves.     First, she waits- hunkering down and getting ready, the immediate response to being crowded is to give the demons a round of -deafening- applause. Horizontally, the brick of a woman's hands separate and then reunite at many, -many- times the speed of sound. The resulting BOOM of both her hands breaking the sound barrier and then the sheer force of her gloved palms striking one another is enough to send the air around her out in a furious sphere of force. It also creates a small vaccuum, but that won't be putting out any fires at its size. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' So BOOM over and over, sending all but the really massive beasts tumbling. And yeah, at least some of that fire is probably warmer than Power Girl finds comfortable. Some of it probably hurts! But still, things are tossed, and left to pick themselves up again. Meanwhile, Sindr is atop the mountain - waiting for the Milano to settle into place and its crew to come confront her, if that's what they're going to do. She keeps enough of an eye on them to be aware of an attack, but also spends some of it looking over one side of the mountain range or another, seeing how both sides of this war of hers is going. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax shouts back, "I do not gamble with you since that time you took me to the race track on Shi'ar-5! You knew that glumpoid was limping and you said nothing when I bet on it! NOTHING!" He blasts a bit more until he feels satisfied that he's shot everything worth shooting. He unbuckles from the gunner seat and comes around again, "That woman is very fast. I don't think she can be a human. Humans are slow. So try to keep up," he says, going to the bay doors and preparing to open them up so he can jump into the fight close-up. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "I couldn't help it you were too blind to see such an obvious medical condition, buddy! A limp is not a hard thing to miss." Star-Lord protests as the Milano is sent into a loop... before he turns the ship back around and heads right for Sindr. "If I land here, the Milano will get swarmed. I'll drop you off where le-baddie is and come back when the coast is clear." Star-Lord replies over the intercom. "It might /not/ be a baddie... but it's probably a baddie." Star-Lord brings the ship down and tilts it just so for Drax to have a smooth landing as Star-Lord does a flyby. "Have at it!" 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares Starts moving forwards from those lines of hallowed dead as the last of the evacuations seem to proceed. While many would think his job is done? He's War incarnate. He LOVES to fight. So, with a smile on his face, he lifts a hand towards the sky and thunderous lightning comes to his hands....and in one movement, he lets all that divine lightning channel through his body before he unleashes it at the horde in front of him, making a straight path as it annihilates a great number of footsoldiers and one of the dragons that flies in the sky. The only good thing Ares ever got from his scumbag of a father, Zeus. But, beating other gods (but not killing them) has it's perks when they live up to the bet. He makes his way forward even still, sword and mace in hand as he weaves a bloody and firy path in an attempt to get to Sindr...though it's gonna take Ares a while, since he's enjoying cutting through her army too much. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Power Girl has successfully handled the crowd around her, to some degree- knocking down and flat out shattering the closer demons- leaving, at the moment, only the larger and largest of beasts. This is where she shines- as the strength of a Kryptonian in sunlight is almost, if not impossible, to beat.     She pushes off with a rush of bistering wind, the sound snapping like a twig at her efforts. Even though she practically, if not literally, plows through one of the larger monsters... There seems to be something off about this. The horse seems almost endless, and that is something Power Girl cannot necessarily abide. Eventually, the smog will blot out the local star, and that will put her on a timer.     Her attention shifts, the heat rising from her suit and arms- almost blistering, and some of it can be felt. She's sweating- which tells her enough about the nature of the army here. Leaving Ares to do the crowd control- because he seems to be enjoying it- she takes off towards the mountain. Where the ship seemed to be headed- where Ares was cutting a swath towards, and where seemed to be the epicenter of this all.     She hits the ground around the time that Drax will- having noticed Sindr long after the Milano's approach. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax leaps free of the Milano, tumbling...well, not exactly gracefully, but he does land on his feet, pretty much, with his daggers drawn and muscles straining as he prepares to face off with this mysterious 'baddie'. "Hello, fire monster! You're going to learn that not everything in this part of the universe burns! At least not at normal temperatures. If you can go higher than that, I might, I'm not really sure, but we might find out and if I do burn, I'm going to be very angry and punch my dagger through your face with a great deal of speed. Also, there is a flying woman approaching and an Earth knight, whatever that is. So, you should surrender now! Or don't because I would like to fight you. EITHER WAY!" 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr strides casually toward Drax, her tail swishing slowly back and forth. "Hello, green man." she says in an amused tone, smiling at he who wishes to fight her. "If you would like to fight me, I will fight you. But is that all you hope to accomplish? It will not stop my claiming this system as mine. It will not stop those that knight protected from fleeing the planet. It will not stop me, or my hordes. And it will not stop your friend in that ship from getting mauled by that dragon over there. And yeah, there's a really big dragon flying after the Milano right now; the blasted thing is fast and maneuverable, and shooting gout after gout of fire at the ship." An eye is kept on the rapidly approaching Kryptonian, ready to defend herself from multiple vectors. Ares, below, is not entirely heeded at this time; he's having too much fun anyway, even if his progress is a bit more rapid than a mortal could possibly make. "So what do you hope to gain from fighting me?" she asks again, returning her attention to Drax. She towers over him at twelve feet, but she remains close enough to speak normally, and far enough that he has to close a gap to lay hand on her. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' After sending a massive number of demons to early graves, a black blur soars into the sky! he reaches such speeds that the sky almost seems to crack from the sound of things. Eventually, Ares lands //hard//on that mountaintop, standing up slowly with weapons in his hands. Crimson eyes stare forward at the hordes that try to stop him...but, his trip just got shorter, even if he has a small ways before he gets to Sindr and the others. Mostly Because he wants to fight some more. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Power Girl can hear Sindr speak. When she arrives, with a heavy slam on the top of the mountain mere paces away, she starts speaking. "We hear that a lot." she begins, strolling forward with all of the confidence in the galaxy. "I tend to feel like it's a bluff. I'm pretty sure if we beat you right back where you came from, your whole thing here ends. Even if it doesn't..." she shrugs, then. By now, she's standing as close to Sindr as Drax is.     "This'll probably still feel -really- good." 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax grins, "The yellow-haired woman in the tight clothes is right! It would be nice if you just admitted we will beat you senseless, but you never do, so we probably just have to do it. Because that's what we do. Well, it's what I do. I don't know her. I'm DRAX!" he says, shouting in her direction. "That's Quill. He likes to be called Star-Lord, even though that name is stupid. He's flying the ship. And I don't know that guy!" he says, gesturing towards Ares. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "I promise you, it won't. My forces will remain, and need to be fought and routed as any military would." Sindr replies. A gesture to her left, where the people Ares protected are being routed and escaping, then a gesture to her right, where there is a /much/ more effective and decisive war going on, spanning a much larger area, "As you can see, it's not small." "Since we're making introductions, I am Sindr, Daughter of Surtur and Queen of Muspelheim." she says then. "I am pleased to meet such noble, and yes I admit apparently powerful warriors. The man on his way, I might defeat with difficulty. Any of you... Well, I just don't know. All of you together." She shrugs. "Anyway, how are you called?" she asks Power Girl. Finally, she reveals, "And that..." she says, pointing at the man making his way toward her, "...is Ares, the War God." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' As the group apparently made introductions, Ares leaps into the mountaintop and lands hard enough to break the ground. he wore full-body, pitch black armor except for anything over or on his head. that long, tattered cape flowing from his shoulders as he looks at all present. "Sindr." he looked ready for another fight, even if his eyes find Power Girl and Drax, wondering if they are his enemies as well. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Power Girl takes a moment, looking to one side, then the other, as Sindr monologues for a moment. There's a quiet to her demeanor, an altogether nonplussed and unimpressed expression- as if this was an everyday occurrence. It... Kinda was, admittedly.     "So what you're saying is, we oughta do this fast."     The draw back on the following punch was swift, and there was a great deal of proper technique to it. Of all the Kryptonians, Power Girl probably has the meanest right cross- and it's headed straight for Sindr's midriff.     Punchiest Kryptonian indeed. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax raises an eyebrow, "Muspelheim? That sounds like a soup. I'm pretty sure that's a soup." And then Power Girl is throwing a punch and Drax is running in behind her to throw one of his own, "My turn!" he yells, charging in with what intends to be a clothesline across Sindr's body if she ducks to the side of Power Girl's punch. Of course, if she jumps to the other side, he will just be running by her quickly with his arm held out, but that's how it goes. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Ares." Sindr replies easily, letting the man make up his own mind about whom he decides to fight. Notably, she does /not/ try to dodge the blow from Power Girl; it is braced for, with enough give in the giantess' stance to absorb some of the shock, and let the armor and her inherent durability do the rest. She /is/ Surturs daughter and Heir, after all, so she's far from a pushover. She skidded back, so she didn't move into Drax's path the way he might have intended. Instead, she flicks a fiery dagger at his face and sticks her tail in his path to see if he trips over it. Another is flung at Power Girl. Ooo, scary magic fire daggers! Mind, these daggers are giant sized, so.... 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares watches the battle begin, though he seems to stay where he is. His eyes taking notice of who is fighting who...only for Power Girl and Drax to make the first move. Why does Ares do nothing for right now? Well, the answer is simple. He's feeding off of the violence, and he turns to watch as the civilian ships leave the planet. He likely has more worshippers now because of his honest actions, though he glances back to the group. His task was finished...and he already told Sindr during the parley that he didn't wish to fight her. and so he won't. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Unluckily for Sindr- who probably isn't going to have the easiest time fending off the two of them together already- Power Girl is taking this quite seriously. This means that there isn't the.... Normal game of footsies. The plying of strength and speed and the caution not to shatter a city's worth of buildings just by flying through it too quickly.     In a blur of movement, Power Girl is just a few feet to the side- unwilling to play around with a seemingly conjured dagger of fire. It reeks of magic to her, after all.     The dagger goes flying by, and Power Girl pays it little mind beyond that- instead accelerating heavily towards Sindr.     This hit is a sweeping left hook, delivered at just under the speed of sound. Part of this is a test- to see just how quickly Sindr can react, and just how much the giant woman can take. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax ducks the dagger but does trip over the tail. That doesn't mean he's dumb, he's just narrow-minded. Like a charging rhino sort of thing. Only green. He at least rolls with the fall, pulling himself up again and giving a grunt of irritation, "I hate it when they have extra limbs," he mutters, this time turning and leaping into the air, drawing his daggers and preparing to drive them right into said tail. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Well Sindr can apparently move pretty fast as it stands. She's big, but she's not ridiculously slow. She takes a step back, which in her case is not inconsiderable when talking about close combat distances. Drax, bless his heart, starts out with the best intentions of stab-it-ing Sindr's tail, but she reaches out to snatch him from the air and thrust him in the path of Power Girl's blow. No tail for Drax. And then there's insult to injury - she breathes fire. Whether it catches, let alone burns either of them is another matter altogether. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares starts to walk away. Let the heroes do their work. After all, he fulfilled his promise to the people of this planet. That, and Drax and Power Girl were more than a match for the Queen of Musphelheim. But, he'll keep an eye on the situation in the event that they cannot take the fire demon queen out. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Most things tend to happen to Power Girl in slow-motion. The flung Drax, though, is timed just right that at her speed, all she can really -do- is pull her punch. It's still coming, but there's a momentary pause that means the momentum of her strike isn't going to be... Quite as devastating. She can't really spare Drax the attention- and hopefully, if he's competing on this level, he's not going to be completely destroyed by said hit.     The flurry of movement changes gears, splitting the sound barrier with a deafening crack- the noise of which will hit the ears of those present well -after- Power Girl's next maneuver. The fire is quite smart- the magic nature of it has Power Girl looking to find a new avenue of attack, which makes her... Well, really predictable. Specifically- Drax had gone for the tail before, and since PG couldn't risk going for Sindr's front, she has to go for the rear... But, she's not without her own tricks.     The attack from the rear is a feint of sorts- meant to look like she's going to shoulder-check the giant. The feint of it is that Power Girl is expecting the tail- which she's ready to catch. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax can, indeed, take the hit, although he can take it a lot better since PG pulled it than if he took her full Kryptonian strength right in his hibungus (technical anatomy term). Still, it hurts like hell and it hurts a lot more than anything has hurt him in a long time so he still lets out a savage wail as it's hit with that blow, "OH WOW YOU ARE STRONG!" he yells as he feels the impact smacking him back. He would do a move of his own, but, y'know, he goes mostly limp, enough that Sindr drops him with the presumption that he's out of commission. Which he isn't. Well, not entirely. But that's gonna leave a mark. Ouch. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Almost a pity, in Sindr's mind, the green man didn't go flying into the distance - but then, what is this? A comic book? Probably to her regret shortly, she does have enough arrogance to just leave the man lying there without further molestation. Unfortunately for Power Girl, having a tail means that one is quite aware of how vulnerable to attack it is. Having a father like Surtur means that one is more than likely /painfully/ aware that it can be used against oneself. Sindr's tactic is, instead of using the tail - especially considering Power Girl's strength - to abruptly conjure a fiery spear pointing at the Kryptonian. It's a long spear; long enough that whether shoulder blocking or going for the tail, Power Girl risks impalement rushing in. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' It should also be noted that Sindr does not turn around; she is glancing over her shoulder, with the spear jutting behind her at Power Girl. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Truthfully, Power Girl is fast enough that had she known Sindr was capable of this particular tactic, she'd have been able to change tactic. Doing so would risk Drax's safety- because pushing beyond Mach X in atmosphere can get dangerous for everyone but herself- but she'd be physically -capable.- Sadly, while she -is- fast enough, she is not -psychic- enough.     However, a snap decision is made at that point- a light twist to spare her vital organs, and an internal prayer hoping that her suit holds, and Power Girl keeps going all-in. A fair chunk over the speed of sound, and through the bite of pain that is more intense than she's happy with... Power Girl delivers another right cross, aimed directly at the base of the giant's spine- The kind of strike that'd create a terrifying shockwave of its own...     And from which Power Girl isn't going to be directly standing. The spear's conjured blade bites into her side, tearing open her suit and spilling a generous helping of bright red Kryptonian essence onto the mountaintop. It doesn't look to be fatal, but it certainly isn't feeling nice, as the powerful blonde staggers to a skidding knee post-punch. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax pulls himself face first from the dirt, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. He looks up to see the two figures in conflict, Power Girl gushing blood from a wound. Part of him at least has the sense not to yell at the sight of it, since Sindr is obviously a little distracted by all the grievous wounding and such. He still isn't quite 100 percent but that's never stopped him before as he flings himself forward to throw a hard chop block with his shoulder, trying to drive it into Sindr's knee and help take down her foundation. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Ker-POW. To be honest, there's a lot of thundering and rumbling at this point, which really started with the first sonic boom that Power Girl evoked on the mountaintop due to the avalanches that start on the nearby mountains as well as this one. Lots of rocks, plenty of destruction below which does nothing to inhabitants unless some one decided to take refuge in the mountains, which would not be wise. Sindr is definitely stunned for a moment by Power Girl's attack, as getting hit with that much power tends to cause problems! Then comes Drax, hammering into her knee. All this illicits a growl - a pained one - from the giantess. "Indeed you are powerful! Absolutely /wonderful/!" she cries, sounding elated even in spite of the pain. In spite of her armor cracking noticably. With that one leg driven back, Sindr's foundation isn't the best - even so she reaches out to snatch Drax up by his head - well sized for her hand - to use him as a bludgeon to smack Power Girl with a backhand swing. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     There is always a risk when fighting Kryptonians. It's mostly a risk in regards to what state you're going to put them in. A fight is easiest against her kind when the fight is going well for them- but if you make a Kryptonian desperate, or angry... Then the scales tend to shift. Not always, but... Usually. Power Girl had figured she landed a rather impressive blow, at the cost of cutting herself open. She figured that'd stagger Sindr for longer- but no such mercy.     Worse still, Sindr's injuries are a little less daunting than Power Girl's, and she's able to pick up Drax and treat him like a billy club. Striking her with Drax may be worse for Drax than anything else, but that doesn't mean that the blonde doesn't go flying, rolling partway with the strike so as not to be an immovable object to the Draxbludgeon's Relatively Stoppable Force.     She hits the ground and rolls for half a moment, but when she lifts her head, her eyes aren't... Comforting, anymore. They glow with a burning fury- an anger barely restrained, the kind of reckless cutting loose that only happens so rarely. No civilians at risk. Drax is tough. Sindr can probably take a few hits.     Once again the sound of her sonic boom will hit Sindr and Drax's ears long after Power Girl does. This time, though, it's not a close race. She outpaces the sound of her assault by a factor of seven, her initial impact aiming to be right at Sindr's core. This hit is a Mach-Speed Haymaker, meant to stagger Sindr so that Power Girl can follow up with a truly incredible hammerfist- the sheer amount of physical strength she's putting into these hits is approaching the level that could shatter the crust of the planet they're standing on.     It is reckless, and it is furious, and Power Girl is figuring that Sindr won't last long under its weathering- all she has to do is keep connecting. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax twists around in that grip after he's used as a bludgeon against Power Girl, his legs flailing out as he's whipped. He manages to get free just as Power Girl starts to charge. Realizing that Sindr might be fast enough to avoid even that speed of a sh ot, he makes sure she takes PG's blow by cause a distraction, driving his daggers into the fire demon's wrist while literally screaming "LOOK AT ME RIGHT NOW I AM STABBING YOU!" at the top of his rather impressive lungs. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The screaming... well, let's just say the distraction works for one reason or another. Sindr is definitely stabbed and there is definitely a growl of pain, but all that gets interrupted. First, Sindr's armor is finally shattered with that first blow from Power Girl. It finishes cracking and just flat flies apart! Sindr isn't able to defend against this, or the next blow that comes. She does, however, burst into flames. FWOOOM! Now, whether it was fast enough to catch Power Girl at all remains to be seen, because the dust hasn't quite settled yet. When it does, there's a rather large molten rock pool where Sindr was. The mountain is trembling. There are peals of thunder in the air and shockwaves that are flowing outward. It's bad enough for anyone caught in them, but worse on the backlash that'll come eventually. The winds... won't be favorable for a while. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     The world is officially matriculated- everything is in slow motion, as Power Girl temporarily works her speed more than her physical power. She has sent Sindr fleeing, to some extent- a thing that she does not necessarily understand. She's not the mystic type, to be fair, so she isn't going to be following. The message has, for now, been sent- either that, or Sindr is dead.     In the space of a second or so, Power Girl turns from the flaming woman- outrunning the plasma with some level of hyper-focus in order to move to, catch, and then pull Drax out of the range of whatever heated explosion is going to occur. In her hands, Drax is essentially weightless, and soon after she's pulled him out- assuming he does not resist in some way- she sets him down on the mountaintop some distance from the molten slag that is where their opponent was. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax finds himself on a mountaintop suddenly, after a massive explosion, with a beautiful and shapely blond woman hovering over him. He slaps himself across the face a few times. "I am not dead," he says, letting out a whoosh of breath. "I was frightened for a moment. Although you would be a good angel, I think. As long as you don't hit me again. Ow," he says, then bends over and strokes over his bruised ribcage, "You hit like a Skrull whiskey." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' As Sindr promised, while all this has been going on, the war still goes on below. If the people Ares defended have not finished evacuating, they are nearly done. The flying beasts that were caught in the shockwaves have not yet recovered, but when they do, those that survived will take to the air again and join their fellows on the other side of the mountain. Those remaining on the ground will continue to raid and pillage, in spite of having no one to slaughter. On the other side of the mountain, the war rages on ferociously. The nation to the north is losing, and there are other lands on this world that are likewise afflicted. Routing them all will take... well, lots of effort. Sindr may have lost the battle... but, has she won the war for this planet? 
}}

5655/Milano Flambe

2019-06-01T14:43:28Z

Elkantar:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/10/26
|Location=Space
|Synopsis=The Milano gets chased, then Star-Lord makes a discovery
|Cast of Characters=1817, 111
|Tinyplot=Burning Host
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' When last we left Peter Qui- er, that is, STAR LORD - in the Milano, he was being chased away from the big showdown with Sindr, Power Girl, and Drax (with an approaching Ares) by a rather large fire breathing dragon! Now, the dragon is fast and maneuverable as one might expect of a living thing that flies, but whether the Milano and its pilot are better, faster, stronger, smarter.. We shall see! The dragon hasn't quite been able to catch the Milano up to this point, but those fire breaths aren't anything to laugh at. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     Sure, other ships have better equipment, better weapons... better smuggling compartments to hide away booze from certain racoons. But Star-Lord didn't choose the Milano for any of those things. Peter chose the Milano because it's one of the fastest starships in the galaxy, with more than enough weapons to handle similar ships of it's class. It's agile, fast, and the perfect ship for getaways. So, by the time the giant dragon is coming up on the Milano's ass, Star-Lord is already hitting the atmo afterburner and heading right for the maze of mountains. There's a deadly focus to his eyes as he slides a finger upward on the steering controls, ready to cut speed with the flaps instantly to get through the canyons and narrow places. "This is gonna hurt..." Star-Lord grouses under his breath to himself, the cockpit HUD displaying all the variables for the ace pilot as he jukes, weaves, flips and goes vertical in the deadly dance with fire. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The dragon has a few things going for it here; superior landing gear, a lifetime as an actual flying thing, and a prideful ferocity unmatched by so many other creatures. As Quill jukes and weaves, the dragon handles abrupt changes in direction by slamming into a mountainside with its legs to take the impact, then shoves off again in a new direction. That superior landing gear in action. What it doesn't have, however, is advanced propulsion. So while Quill's cutting of power to get through the tight spaces may cause a slight loss in speed, the dragon still seems to lag further and further, even if by inches. Of course, it also tends to gout fire on a regular basis, so for now those inches only hurt its progress so much; the Milano still has to contend with the heat. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     The a-hole just uses it's legs to power through mountains, and the hide is probably not much better? "Aw man, this is going to be one of those days." If it were anyone else, they'd be complaining up a storm. Star-Lord? He enjoys a good piloting challenge. Though with a bit less fire breathing would be nice. Still, The Milano can survive a few hits from the fire. It's gone through atmosphere and survives in space without issue. Time to see if it can follow the Milano everywhere. With a perfectly timed juke upwards, Star-Lord sets the Milanos heat shields for planetary ascent, and starts to head up into space. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' One might expect - and they'd be right - that the dragon can only fly just so high. It gives a good chase, and even struggles there at the end, but ultimately... it just can't fly as high as the Milano. Leaving Peter all alone, with nothing chasing him. NOW what's he going to do? 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     The Guardians came to this corner of the galaxy to help with the evacuation. Other interests want to slow down the war, and Star-Lord has been checking out the planet for vital chokepoints the team could deal with. They can fight the small fry all day... but there's always a crucial point that can be hit to really make a dent in a plan. Or Strategy.... and this is obviously a war. Sure, the fire demons are new... but they're obviously effective, given how much of the planet is being ruined. Time to go and finish up the scouting run. Having already done a check on the outskirts, the Milano dives right into the heart of the fire. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Heading for a meaty chunk of burning stuff, Peter can skim over the devastation pretty easily. He ends up having to dodge some stuff, but the invaders seem to be focused on the things that are actually attacking them back. Strategic structures are of course damaged, and there's general mayhem a-plenty, but... The interesting thing is that there are airfields that are cut off from access and occupied, but largely unmolested. Same with residentials, the sort of places where civilians tend to be. Yes, there's some damage, but nothing like the place where actual fighting is going on. He does, however, find an area that is massively burning, and the fires are not extinguishing at all in spite of seeming entirely used up. In the middle of that area, reinforcements are arriving through a portal of some kind. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "Bingo." Star-Lord gives subtly to himself, with an air of triumph. Recording what he sees and the readings from his instruments, the Milano is brought around and heads over to the nearest airfield. The composition of the region will determine what happens next. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The air field is one of those that's occupied; there are fire demons left behind patrolling it, some of the ships are damaged, and one of the buildings is burnt out and still on fire. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' According to the ship's instruments, the residentials, and indeed some of the buildings on the airfield, contain lifeforms other than the fire demons. Probably the inhabitants. People on this side of things aren't being driven away, or whole-sale slaughtered. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "Huh..." Peter gives in a musing air as he looks at the scanner readout. "A bit contradictory..." Peter states, before he turns the Milano back around and starts to head to the part of the planet where the majority of the Guardians are. Clicking the comm system, Peter speaks over their commnet, "I've got a few targets of opportunity from looking around. Warlock, I'm going to need you at the rally point sooner than I thought. We have a possible breach." 
}}

5700/A Meeting of Daughters

2019-06-01T14:42:42Z

Elkantar:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/11/03
|Location=Space
|Synopsis=Sindr is 'killed', the war goes on.
|Cast of Characters=1817, 161
|Tinyplot=Burning Host
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Some time after the fight between Sindr, Drax and Power Girl, inspections of the place she fell reveal that she is 'gone'. From that alone, it could be surmised she is dead, or if one takes the absence of a body as a sign, that she is at least no longer where she stopped moving down into the planet crust. It's away from that, listening to her troops talk about their Queen, that her survival is discovered along with her location. Apparently she's taking up residence at a nearby city where the fighting is all but concluded. It's largely quieted down in said city; there's some resistance fighting but most of that has been quelled. The civilians, at least, are by and large unharmed and able to pick up their lives. Rebuilding will come later, perhaps. There are patrols; heavier than a calm occupation, but not terribly so. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Running in with a team can get quite noisey, though, one assassin, an affinity for getting where she needs to be, though, isn't allowed, and a weapons harness strapped to the teeth make the most dangerous woman in the galaxy now also, the heaviest armed woman in the galaxy as well. Gamora shows up in the throne room of whatever building Sinder is in, purple cloak drawn back from her head as she casts her yellow eyes down at Sindr from a tall window. "Stop the occupation, or what the kryptonian did to you will be a sweet dream to the oblitheration I bring." Gamora then leaps from the window to make a three point land, her sword out and twirls as she stands up. "I am Gamora, Daughter of Thanos, killer of the magus, and Guardian of the Galaxy." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr is caught lounging on an actual throne that seems to be made entirely of flame. There is a faint smirk flashed as she's addressed so bluntly, and she responds, "And I am Sindr, Daughter of Surtur and Queen of Muspelheim. I have come to conquer this... system, I believe you call it... fighting me will not accomplish what you're asking. My troops will continue to fight, and these people will be conquered." She rises, her motions languid, though Gamora is likely able to discern that she is far from being treated dismissively. Sindr is ready for a fight. A blade erupts into being, also formed entirely of flame and thunks tip first solidly into the floor. Sindr rests her hand upon it, fingers stroking the pommel with a familiar - almost fond - motion. She muses then, "I wonder..." trailing off as she looks Gamora over. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora looks upan the woman and smirks. "There is nothing you could offer me to take over worlds for you, I know what your father did to Asgard, and you will not do the same to terra." She says as her free hand shoots out, tossing a few mechanical disks at the sword, upan impact they would burst into a hard foam, used to put out fire. Thats followed by her kinetic heat shield being turned on as she charges at Sindr, leaping into the air as she brings godslayer down. Speaking of Fathers, mine taught me to kill gods, you, are not a god." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The foam encases the blade, but it seems to continue existing. Sindr, however, leaves it there and has another in hand by the time Gamora reaches her. "Then you may be ill equipped for this, God-killer." Her own blade, crafted of Muspel-fire and Will, may not react as Gamora expect. In spite of being fire, it is just as solid as the throne appears to be. Sindr lifts it to block the first strike. She uses her tail in an attempt to sweep Gamora away - preferably into a wall - timed for the moment contact is made with the blades. "Indeed. Speaking of Fathers - I am not mine. Are you?" 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Godslayer is a blade on par with Wonder Woman's sword, and so, it starts to cut through the firey blade before Sindr get's a lucky hit to the assassin. (Lucky in Gamora's mind anyway.) That tail hit was painful, and one could feel a tendon or two snap. As the Green Warrior lands againsdt the wall, before landing on the ground, she simple tosses her arm out, and it snaps back into place, in time for her to grab a rifle from her back which she starts to fire right at Sindr, it;s not a slug thrower or a heated plasma gun, but a kinetic blast gun. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Fortunate for Sindr as well, since now she can form her tactics around this information. Oh, a gun. How quaint! She gets hit by the first blast, and Gamora is likely to notice the well schooled frown on her face. A shield is quickly formed of the flames, interposed between herself and the blasts of kinetic energy. In return, Sindr flings a burning spear at the green woman - solid enough to inflict damage even if it doesn't get to set Gamora on fire as well. "You are well trained, Thanos-dottr! Indeed, I have been /blessed/ with worthy foes since arriving here!" 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' A not very happy look on her face as she dodges the fire spear. Gamora then slams her sword point down into the floor of the throne room, causing the floor to crack in an outward Patter, before she picks up peices of the floor anf starts to hurl them at Sindr, aiming for the woman's face. It looks like a Futile effort, to some, but then a javelin made of Kolveria steel is launched from the ceiling at Sindr's tail, and once more Gamora comes down with godslayer in both hands. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' So there's all the plinking of rocks that Sindr deflects with that shield of hers, so she's sufficiently distracted when the spear comes from the ceiling - and frankly, that's a rather unexpected thing to happen. "ARGH!" bellows the giantess, since her tail isn't exactly the toughest part of =her body. Still, the spear doesn't quite pin her down, nor is it enough to put her entirely off-guard when the assassin comes for her again with that blade of hers. Only this time, instead of meeting it head on, the shield is used at an angle to deflect the attack rather than block it. Another blade is formed in Sindr's hand, thrust at Gamora under the shield and timed with the woman's landing. "Why? I don't regret my fortune, but why do so many crawl from under their rocks to defend this world from me? Raethon, Terra, whatever it's called." 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' "A child's trick." Gamora says about the blade comming from under the shield to get her, as she uses that fire protective energy shield to allow her to place a foot on the blade and bound over the Shield, putting her legs around Sindr's neck and poising her blade right above an eye. "I can heal from being burned, can you regrow an eye?" She says as her landing on the woman's shoulders (Facing her) was with the force of 100 tones, her full strength capacity it seams, the green daughter of thanos has gotten serious. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr is no weakling herself, and abandoning her weapons to defend against this new attack, she reaches up to grab Gamora's forearms. "We clarified this; I am no god, and you are ill equipped." she replies. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora's legs tighten around sindr's throat, and she frowns. "Ill equipped is a strong word, and it looks like I'm going to crush your firey neck, be glad, there are others who could die for somthing like this... well... you'll die too." She says as she let's go of godslayer and then headbutts the pommel, aiming it right for sindr's head. "You are pretty enough, I could have bedded you in another life." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' That invokes laughter. Loud, boisterous laughter the sort worthy of the norse gods enjoying a feast celebrating their latest battle. The blade strikes home, and Sindr's grip on Gamora doesn't let up. Flame erupts, flowing through the room like a destructive tidalwave. *WOOOSH* *BOOOOOOM* Another glowing hot crater is left where Sindr was, and unfortunately for Gamora burns aren't all she has to deal with. At least some of this building is coming down too. As the last of the flames flicker away, there's a voice, "See you soon, Thanos-dottr." fading into the ether. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora raises a hand up to see how bad the burns are, yep, metallic bone underneath, pretty damaging. "Pretty Fire, why are the pretty ones crazy?" She asks as she picks up godslayer and turns to make a mad dash out of the building, bowling over minions and guards as she does, they ARE child's play, even in her burned weak state of health. Well, 100k credits is 100k credits. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' It's pretty much a mad dash to evacuate the building. Some folks probably aren't going to make it anyway. Some /really/ diehard enthusiasts have to be taken care of along the way, but they're not really a match for Gamora. She'll escape easily. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' A credit chip in a civilian;s hand and a new, yet ragged, cloak later and Gamora is walking out of the city dressed like a civilian, and heading back to the Milano, a good day's rest and she will be fine. 
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Burning Host Invasion

2019-06-01T14:41:42Z

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Burning Host

2019-06-01T14:41:42Z

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|Summary=Sindr branches out from Muspelheim, invading various planets to plunder resources and talent.
|Scale=Minor
|Runner=1817
|Participants=340, 1575, 161, 32, 1817, 111
|State=Current
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7375/Building a Better Radar Gun

2019-05-05T05:34:21Z

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|Location=Latveria, Doomstadt
|Synopsis=Discussion had, production begun in ernest!
|Cast of Characters=130,6952
|Tinyplot=Speed of Doom
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Latveria, a lab somewhere in Castle Doom. Harrison has been given a fairly sweet setup. There are well appointed quarters where he wants for nothing aside from his freedom, and there is a sophisticated Virtual Reality setup that allows him to interact back home with a DoomBuilt(tm) robot that is able to serve as Harrison's replacement. Almost, anyway. That's why he has the VR setup. The robot has an AI, so it can learn how to better act like the scientist and fill in when he's asleep or otherwise indisposed, watch experiments that only require watching, etc. Attached to the quarters is a lab where Doom has designated that their collaboration will occur. It, too, is very well appointed with nearly everything needed that already exists and is known to be needed. It is here that Doom is located, and Harrison is summoned today. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' No way to contact Gideon with instructions without revealing Gideons existence, and no way to get out of his gilded cage until he can manage to bypass security himself. The abduction means waiting for Doom to slip up and give Eobard the few seconds he needs to find a terminal. It might be a perfect opportunity to find a means of breaching the timestream as well. For now, he had to bid his time... and cooperate just enough to keep from being forced to out himself. Eobard Thawne... was nothing if not patient. Dressed in a scientist white lab coat and glasses, 'Harrison Wells' was scoping out the security for the lab as he walked in. It was a pretty good setup... which meant that Doctor Doom was serious about this. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' "Doctor Wells. I do hope you have been made comfortable, in spite of the forced cooperation?" Doom asks politely of the man. Currently, the monarch is standing over a table with all manner of sensor equipment. On another table, there is Yet Another Robot, very much lacking a shell to cover it and its various bits and workings exposed to the world. There are cables hooked up, and all manner of diagnostic data scrolling on monitors nearby. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "I'll say this much, Mister Doom. You know how to make gilded cages." Harrison notes with a mild amusement to his tone as he sticks his hands into his lab coat and walks over to where the robot is. He peers down into it, observing the technology, "so. What do you want me for today?" Harrison looks up from the robot as he stares at the man from the other side of the table. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Turning to face Harrison, Doom replies, "I have reviewed the data retrieved from your Laboratory, and am currently working on a sensor suite to provide data about the Speed Force. I would like your input and assistance on refining the technology." He steps back from the table, which has not only the tech but schematics and diagrams of his concepts. "I intend to install it in the robot over there, and see what we can gather from interacting with different users of the Speed Force." Doom reveals as he waits for the man to come check over the work. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "It'd help if I knew what you were trying to do with this." Harrison begins as he examines the insides of the robot. "The Speed Force itself is an multidimensional energy field that works in parallel to our own. Under tune your settings, and you'll get the background Speed Force energy that leaks into our world like residue from users all over the place. Overdo it, and it'll overload from the spike use that connected users have." Harrison is working through the sensors on the robot as he speaks, his tone straining as he makes corrections. "This technology is good for isolating Speedsters regionally, and telling if a speedster was in the area recently. It can't breach the extradimensional space the Speed Force is located in." 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' "As I mentioned before, I am a student of the universe, Doctor. I wish to explore the Speed Force; divine its secret, discover its uses. I want to know the extent technology can manipulate it, or if it is something only gifted individuals can obtain. And of course, if it is something I can have within my grasp, then all the better for me and my beloved Latveria." Doom replies calmly; of course, there's no way to tell at this point if he has a specific goal in mind. The man doesn't really give away anything he hasn't intended to. He considers the technology he has before him, quiet for the moment. "Disappointing." he responds to the assessment Harrison has provided. "Then, setbacks are expected in any new research." 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "Technology can to some extent manipulate and detect the Speed Force." Harrison offers as he finishes his adjustments. "The problem is that the Speed Force is normally an energy field so vast and chaotic that controlling it in that fashion requires far more energy on your end than is worthwhile." Harrison gestures over the robot, "There's a reason I haven't made any breakthroughs at Future Solutions in that area. If it could be safely channeled in a manner that allows for general use, I'd have done it by now." He looks back to Doom, then, "for some reason, human based conduits are the more stable way to channel the energy... and I haven't discovered the means of creating that tunnel." It's a half truth; he doesn't know how to create that connection with modern technology, at least. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' "Well then, Doctor Wells, it is fortunate for the both of us that I have brought you here. We can find a solution to that problem together, even if it means creating the technology ourselves." Doom replies quite calmly; it appears he is not easily deterred by simple problems such as lacking breakthroughs or extant technology. He approaches the doctor, "What about the human based conduits; have you discovered a reliable method for connecting them with the Speed Force? If so, that may solve some of our problem." 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "I haven't found any Speed Force users willing to be tested enough to check." Harrison shrugs at Doctor Doom, "as you might imagine, it'd be an extensive probing of weaknesses and strengths... and I haven't been visited by any Speedsters willing to be that vulnerable for me." 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Doctor Doom mms. "Willingness is clearly not a barrier to me, Doctor Wells." he says simply. He turns to focus on a console where the robot is being diagnosed, and keys in some commands and data. "What about you?" 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "I have a reputation to maintain among the scientific global community, and it's morally objectionable to capture subjects for forced testing." Harrison frowns slightly, "even if I wanted to do it, I have no means of holding a Speedster in place anyway. The only material I could think of that could hold a speedster would be vibranium, and I have no access to that." 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Doctor Doom sounds intrigued as he responds, "Hmm." Then, "Now I wonder what magics might hold such a being still for a while." as he turns to face Harrison again. "So our problems here, if I understand correctly, Doctor, is a lack of a multidimensional capable sensor array to analyze the Speed Force as it channels from its dimension to our own. No reliable way of creating a - Speedster, as you call it - to use as a guinea pig. No existing Speedster willing to put themselves at your disposal. No current means of holding one /against/ their will. And," Doom leans in, "your /reputation/." "Have I /missed/ anything, Doctor?" he inquires evenly. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "Mostly correct, except I know of a device that can analyze the energy as it comes through to our reality." Harrison interjects, his hands steepling at his waist as he watches Doctor Doom, "the problem is that it's extremely difficult to contain Speed Force energy in technology. It's highly unstable and volatile outside of a Speed Force conduit." He smiles, "Speed Force users, for some reason, are the most stable channelers I know of, and I haven't had a Speedster of that nature in my lab yet to find out why." He shrugs, "the only two I can think of would be the Flash, and that new one running around calling himself Impulse. There may be others, but they don't come into the public eye very often." 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Doctor Doom hmms, "And this device..." he says as he gives Harrison a bit more space, "...is it your creation or someone else's?" He crosses an arm across his armor, resting the elbow of the other on it, and grasps his chin lightly in that hand. "If it is something you can build, I can look into increasing the stability." 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "My own creation. I had a prototype at the Future Solutions building, but I can create a new one with a couple weeks and the right materials." Harrison smiles, evenly, "It's a rather bulky, sensitive system, so most of it has to be done with a special set of tools, alongside the machining that can be mass produced." 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Doctor Doom says, "Excellent; then I shall ensure you have what you need so we can build a new prototype." pleased with this information. "Let us get started, hm?" 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "The tools themselves will take about a week to custom build." Harrison notes as he starts to head over to the machining shop. "The micro-circuitry will take it's own custom press. I'd imagine you have the technology here to work on that, though." Harrison notes. He's almost talking to himself now as he starts to get to work. Taking the safety gear from the shop, he starts working on building something. "I'll have a list of what I need by the end of the day." He states offhandedly as the bench is activated. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' "Yes; if it is not on hand, it can be made available." Doom agrees, letting Harrison go to work unhindered. He really doesn't needs to babysit the guy; he has the security and surveillance to find out if Harrison is up to any shenanigans. And so, Doom quietly makes his exit after affirming Harrison will have what he needs. 
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Speed of Doom

2019-04-18T21:31:16Z

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|Scale=Minor
|Runner=130
|Genre=NC-17
|Desc=After hearing of the Speed Force via Harrison Wells TV spot, Doom investigates its viability as another tool in his arsenal. Perhaps it will be, or at least lead him to, the thing that enables his world domination!
|State=Current
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7212/Doom Abducts Harrison

2019-04-18T21:23:32Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/04/12
|Location=Future Solutions, Lab
|Synopsis=Latveria has a new... 'guest'.
|Cast of Characters=6952,130
|Tinyplot=Speed of Doom
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' Playing the long game looking for a way home. It's the entire purpose of Future Solutions. The techology patented and created here was 'cutting edge' to the modern era... but for Eobard, it was barely a blip on his radar, and meant to draw in funding without advancing quick enough to get the attention of Luthor or Stark. Security was fair, but nothing to write home about. With a security checkpoint at the front entry, there were a half dozen security guards on the job at any given moment, alongside the dozen or so scientists working on different projects. Tonight, 'Harrison' was busy overseeing a particularly interesting use of robotics in between handling paperwork for employee benefits in his office. Sitting behind his desk in his lab coat, 'Harrison' has a long night ahead of him. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Slowly, efficiently, guards and building personnel are quietly replaced, always with a stand-in ready to take the place of someone that comes along on happenstance. Swift, effective tranquilizers are used and people placed where they might logically fall asleep, and thereby create doubt in the minds of others. Shame, even, that they dared to fall asleep on the job. All the better to keep people from talking about something they aren't even sure happened, and comparing notes. Coupled with this, Doom's entry had him using his psionic ability to manipulate technology to cover his tracks; security cameras show what he wants them to show. Evidence he was here, erased. His ingress to the building leads him to the lab where 'Harrison' is toiling at his nifty robotics. At this point, he's not hiding himself from the man. The man must know who it is he is seeing, lest the moment be wasted. "Doctor Wells." he intones. "I have a task that you alone are uniquely qualified for, and I - Victor Von Doom - do cordially invite you to Latveria to undertake its completion." So generous of him, though the invite is likely not exactly voluntary in nature. He strolls into the lab, eyes locked on to Harrison as he speaks. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' There's a moment of surprise that expresses itself as two raised brows. Then, Harrison looks over to the camera bank on his computer monitor... only to find it's business as usual. "Well then..." Harrison states, non-chalantly, "You've been planning this a while now, and you've bypassed a pretty formidable security setup." He looks back to Victor, adjusting his glasses, briefly. "I assume this is an invitation that would be unwise to refuse?" 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Really, it was child's play to Doom; there are likely others able to pull this off, but he is not a man easily outsmarted without resorting to cheap plays on his personality flaws. "Your wisdom indeed matches your intellect, Doctor." he says, casting an eye over the projects that are present for him to view. The interesting robotics application gets an approving "Mm." while it is observed, but Doom's purpose lies with the scientist. "Let us be swiftly about our egress, that your subordinates aren't harmed during, yes? Now tell me, is there anything you will need from your computers to further your work regarding the Speed Force, I believe you called it?" 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "You would be technically correct. I did indeed name it once the Flash became public." Harrison notes with a small bit of pride as he stands up. His hands move to his side and upwards; a visible show of hands as he watches Victor. "Well, I have plenty of notes on the matter in the mainframe. If you don't want me to have to recreate those formulae from scratch, I'm going to need time to download them onto a backup." He smiles, "if you need to leave now, it'll probably take me a few weeks to rebuild the database on my own." 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' Doom raises his arm, bringing his forearm up to access some sort of holographic panel which he engages with a complex set of motions, quickly succeeded by signs that someone is accessing the system. "We have some brief amount of time; please verbally confirm your username and password, and let's not be silly about leaving clues behind for your friends to follow. I'm perfectly willing to replace you, and gather my information via another route." 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' "HarrisonWells. 6784rtyhb." Harrison states without missing a beat. Seems like Harrison has a healthy respect for Victors capabilities, at least. A moment passes, and he looks to the computer monitor, "What's your interest in the Speed Force, anyway?" 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' "Academic, Practical Application, Applied Sciences." Doom says rather vaguely, while the files are accessed. He approaches Harrison, and gestures to the computer which is now showing file selections and such, bidding the man grab what he needs. Of course, Doom will make a heist of more than what is necessary, but one must make sure the needed data is retrieved. "I am a Student of our world, its cosmos, and beyond, Doctor Wells. There are those who can access this force, and I would know more; whether I could manipulate it myself, or at the very least counter those who would use it against me." 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' He wanted it badly enough to spend the time it took to bypass the security system of Future Solutions, but he didn't take enough time to study the building proper. This was a recent development... but he needed to keep his cover if he wanted to be underestimated for this. Looks like Eobard is going for a ride. "You know... you could have just made an appointment during consulting hours." Harrison quips as he types in a series of commands, using the mouse to complete them. Soon, about a gigabyte worth of project notes and plans were being downloaded to the ready backup drive. "It'll be about ten minutes, then we can go." Who knows... this might turn into an opportunity. 

:'''{{#var:130|Doctor Doom (130)}} has posed:''' "One makes appointments with Doom, Doctor Wells, not the other way around." he says with the confidence of a despotic monarch. Besides, visits like that would rouse curiosity, and his plans call for people to be confused, if not entirely unaware for the moment. Once the time needed to download the files elapses, which may be a bit faster than expected, but not shockingly so, it is time for them to leave. Harrison is instructed, and allowed to walk down the path ahead of Doom. Then, as quietly and much more swiftly than they arrived, Doom, his bots, and Harrison are gone. 
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Speed of Doom

2019-04-18T21:21:47Z

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5844/Micro Intrusion

2019-02-08T23:26:16Z

Elkantar: Updated with plot

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/11/24
|Location=Unknown
|Synopsis=Contacts are made. Muahahahaha.
|Cast of Characters=1817, 71, 358, 1713, 1594
|Tinyplot=Shepherd of Fire
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' You know how you get that feeling, now and then, you're being watched? Maybe the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. Or you get a chill. Or just... a 'feeling'. It could be entirely coincidental, or it could be something much less by happenstance, but Yin and Ultragirl - or their public selves - just might feel that very thing. Of course, Doctor Strange being the sort of guy who senses when someone's mucking about with the mystical barriers protecting Earth (nevermind that it's pretty much his job right now, so..) probably picks up on these little intrusions. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Doctor Strange was seated deep within the impossible confines of his Sanctum Sanctorum, the wizard is sitting in the air, floating feet above the ground in a lotus position with a frown as he looks deeper into the sphere of Agamotto before him. Stephen frowns with a shakes of his head as he lowers his feet and stops the globe in it's constant spin, and Stephen turns his head to look towards the window.     The job is never done, and the former surgeon summons his floating red cloak to his back and the opens a spell to move through the fabric of reality to go to the interferance he noticed. Something's going on and he's going to encounter it head on as is his job. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' As well, the Tamaranean may feel this tugging at his senses like he's being observed. Whatever the case, when the awareness is aroused then a small, floating ember sparks to life within their vision. It dances away, daring the viewer to follow it. Just how curious /are/ they? 

:'''{{#var:358|Tsu-Zana (358)}} has posed:''' Up in the sky, Suzy was having a typical flight in the afternoon. She really enjoyed flying around. It was frankly her favorite thing about her powers. She had a lot to like but this was top notch. Of course, then she blinks as she comes to a halt above midtown. She turns slowly in the air, eyes scanning the area, "What was that?!" She asks of no one in particular, not expecting an answer this high up. However, something made her stop and pay attention so she is trying to use her odd visual ability to see what the world might offer her in way of explanation. 

:'''{{#var:1713|Kar'ras (1713)}} has posed:'''     Kar'ras has been trying to do more good. Seriously he helped get a cat out of the tree and stopped a human from crashing into a sidewalk. He looks to the curious ember and begins to follow it. While not the fastest, he does try and keep up with it. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' There is a place in Central park that's nice and secluded - well, really there's lots of places like that in Central park... It's a big place! Anyway, a spot where these embers seem to be traveling. Those coming in from above might see something glowing from the air. Strange can tell that these intrusions are moving toward a focal point, though it isn't there until the others are almost to their destination. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stepping out of his house in Greenwich and into the incredibly famous park, Stephen takes a couple steps out of his portal before closing it with a simple motion of his hands. The wizard looks around and eyes the fluxuations of reality, a horrible sign of unwanted creatures, or it tends to be. The wizard stands fast with his hands lifting upwards and his fingers repositioning themselves into the mystical gestures required to cast many spells. The sorcerer waits for the need for him to spring into action. 

:'''{{#var:358|Tsu-Zana (358)}} has posed:''' Floating down to near where Strange is, Ultragirl blinks a few times at what is going on. She can see some embers floating in the air. She looks at the spot and then looks over at the strange man with the red carpet on his back before looking again at the spot. She considers it before looking again to Strange, "Aren't you..." She hmms, "I could have sworn I had seen you in a newspaper or something." She shrugs and then sighs as she then looks ahead to the strange convergence, "Do you have any idea what is happening here?" 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin frowns and looks around. Is that geomancer out and about again? She switches outer clothes and slips into her mask, then slinks into the park, following the glowing light quietly. She slows her breathing, spreading her ch'i senses out as she makes her way through the park, relaxing and limbering up. Something is wrong. Somehow. She freezes a moment as someone appears, probing him lightly. While she doesn't recognize him or understand much about him, he feels like a fellow master, worthy of respect. She offers a respectful bow and looks toward the disturbance. With a faint Chinese accent, she murmurs, "Strange night, tonight." 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Strange remains with his hands up and armed while Ultragirl decends down to the older wizard who nods once, "I have had a few pieces written about me, but that's not what's important at the moment." The wizard says, trying to refocus the woman onto the situation at hand and he squints, "It seems like a convergance or an interdimensional event is preparing to take place, be ready for anything." With a glance of his eyes to Tsu-Zana, he reiterates with emphasis, "Anything."     Then as Yin shows up, Strange gives a soft bow of his chin and forehead mostly before he offers his input of, "It's not any stranger than any other night in my experience..." But he's almost jaded to this kind of encounter. 

:'''{{#var:358|Tsu-Zana (358)}} has posed:'''     A look over at Strange and then at Yin again and she considers the situation, "Anything?" She then looks at the embers floating there, "If it involves fire, then I should be ok." SHe nods her head, "Other than that though not sure." She shrugs and then clenches her fists and states, "I'm not really in my element here either way. Usually better at finding something to punch." She shrugs, "Kinda, not gotten a lot farther than that." She looks to Yin and hmms. She doesn't recognize her so she just goes back to looking at the situations. 

:'''{{#var:1713|Kar'ras (1713)}} has posed:'''     Kar'ras lands on the ground next to the others and he clenches his fist. "Is this like the demon squirrel you helped me deal with sir?" Kar'ras asks as he watches the wizard and then turns back to the embers and readies himself for any kind of battle, prepared for it. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The embers converge when they reach that focal point; a bit out of the way, secluded where not just anyone can happen upon them. Heck, it's probably the seedy sort of area where all sorts of foul things happen. Regardless, there's nobody here /now/ other than the people who are lead here. And Strange. THAT guy. It's on that convergence that a figure forms; female, cloaked, made entirely of flame but otherwise /almost/ human. The fire causes the features to flicker, but there's definitely a few things that don't quite match up aside from that. They're just hard to nail down due to quality. "Well." she states quite plainly. "/You're/ unexpected." indicating Strange with her gaze. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin offhandedly comments, "Fair. I'm far more used to ninjas and werewolves and cannibals and things. Shall we?" She ventures forward, hands raised relaxedly and steepled gently in front of herself. "Oh - You can call me 'Yin'." She frowns at the new arrival, and probes her with her ch'i senses. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     "Something tells me this is nothing like that rodent." Stephen says eyes lingering on the sudden appearance of living sentient flame. He keeps his fingers primed, but he does lower them, "I must insist that you explain who you are and what you are doing in this city and on this planet." The wizard is forward, and abrupt but not forceful in his tone, and he's completely focused on the fire creature before them. 

:'''{{#var:358|Tsu-Zana (358)}} has posed:'''     A blink as a very creature made of fire appears before them. A...woman perhaps? Ultragirl is not real clear on this situation but she shrugs, "Hey, it was fire." She says offhandedly and hten looks over as Strange speaks up. She then hmms at him before looking back to the woman of flame and smiling a little, "You're kind of unexpected yourself." She nods her head to the woman and shifts her right foot back, just in case. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin frowns. "You're a long way from Muspelheim. Do you know how many hours I spent healing people from your weaponry?" She moves to Strange's side, confident in him from how he carries himself. She hopes for the best from the other two unknowns. To Strange, "Do you know how to deal with this? I defer to you if this is your expertise. I am quite happy to offer what assistance is of use." 

:'''{{#var:1713|Kar'ras (1713)}} has posed:'''     "I can absorb her fire and become stronger." Kar'Ras says as he raises a hand revealing a jewel embedded into the palm of his hand. He then waits for the woman to react, studying her intensely. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Oh that's easy, I thought I'd test a few things and see how it all went. As for who I am..." The fire entity trails off as Muspelheim is mentioned. "Well, you already have part of it... I'll gladly introduce myself if you'll do the same. Then we can talk about why I'm here." Then she points an arm dripping flame at Yin, "Yin, was it? Do explain yourself; Muspelheim has fought many a battle lately and I don't recall you or yours before my blade." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr then says to Kar'ras, "You wouldn't get much, flame-thief." Her words are dry, lacking any amusement. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     "I am Doctor Strange, Sorcerer Supreme of this planet and dimension. It is my duty to protect this plane from exterior influences such as yourself- but if you truely are from Muspelheim..." Stephen trails off mid thought, his hands lowering fully and his fingers relaxing. "If there was no reason for your being in this realm other than experimentation, as long as you are here without malice, I would welcome you to Midgard." Stephen explains almost apoloogetically. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin shakes her head. "I healed the refugees from Asgard. The weapons your people use were difficult to repair. Brutal, even. But I managed. I'm sure they might have something to say about it if you cause any trouble. They have a lot of friends here." She nods at Strange. To him, she remarks, "I presume you have a procedure for this." 

:'''{{#var:358|Tsu-Zana (358)}} has posed:'''     A look over at the woman and she squints. S he then looks over at the gem on Kar'ras's hand. She considers the situation and then nods to Strange and steps forward, "If you are just here to look around or something of the like then I agree." She nods her head, "Welcome." She then considers, "Though that was a strange way to come here." She looks over at the others before shrugging, "Well, with that, I am Ultragirl." She smiles and nods to the others. Never a bad move to get some name recognition. 

:'''{{#var:1713|Kar'ras (1713)}} has posed:'''     "I am Kar'Ras of Tamaran. I am hiding on this planet from my masters. If found they will put me back to service killing races for my master's whims." He says softly as he closes his hand and watches the being of fire. "I wont harm any being which comes in peace. My queen wishes to work with the various peoples of this planet." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "I am Sindr, Daughter of Surtur and now Queen of Muspelheim since my father's... demise." says the burning woman before them. "At least, what of me I can dribble into Midgard. I would look forward to speaking with you again." To Yin, she says, "I've no love for the Asgardians but I've no intention to bring them further grief at this time - that was my father's war; him and his damned obsession with Ragnarok! THE TEN REALMS MUST BURN!!! Ugh." and waves dismissively. "Still, neither would I draw their attention. They would only panic, and make bad decisions. I have other wars more important than they." There is a flutter of the figure as a whole, as though its existence here tenuous. "In truth, I wondered what attention I /would/ get, and now I am answered. I would speak with you all again, privately. Yin, Kar'ras, Ultragirl, and even you Doctor Strange. To that end, take these." Sparkles fall from her to the ground. Small, shiny black stones with a faint glow in the dimming light. "If you take them, keep them, I can find you again." 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stephen squints at the being before him and then down at the rocks that she dropped on the grass of Central Park with a curious glance. "I will look forward to our next meeting Sindr." The wizard claims before he reaches out and has one of the rocks lift up off the ground and float into his gloved hand. He looks to the other three, Yin, Ultragirl, and Kar'ras, "I wish you all safe holidays and keep vigilant, things are getting wild out there." Stephen says before he turns around and walks through another portal that closes right behind him. 

:'''{{#var:1713|Kar'ras (1713)}} has posed:'''     Kar'ras accepts the gem and looks it over. "I accept your gift. When you have need of me, simply ask and I will serve if it doesnt anger My Queen, Koriand'r" He says calmly as he watches the fiery being and looks to the others present. 

:'''{{#var:358|Tsu-Zana (358)}} has posed:'''     A brief moment of confusion at these words and then Suzy walks over and picks up a stone. She looks at it and hmms before nodding, "Sure." She looks at Sindr, "Try not to cause trouble." She nods her head, "People tend not to be...uh, very normal around a fire lady." She then looks to the side, "To be honest you kind of make me a little shakey but I have dealt with fire before." She nods and then she floats up, "Good to meet you all." She gives a salute and she flies away. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin looks down at the stone, then cautiously picks it up. If Doctor Strange thinks it's safe... she has her misgivings, but, she doesn't want to be challenging the judgement of a master. "You understand. I am going to have to mention this to the Asgardians," she comments. "I'm not about to be the one to keep something secret from the people that I spent time healing, just in case this turns out badly." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr says, "I expect their counsel will be rather unfavorable toward me, but..." She shrugs. "We shall see what comes, if anything. 'Twas a good meet, Yin. Until we do so again." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin bows respectfully and slips away, keeping her eye on Sindr with due watchfulness. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Kar'ras, I look forward to speaking with you again. May you continue to serve your Queen well." she says then, and fades into one of those familiar embers, then winks out. 
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6154/So about the Champ

2019-01-11T05:14:32Z

Elkantar: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/01/11 |Location=Space |Synopsis=Sindr, Gigas, and Tyran'tar discuss rescuing Lar |Cast of Characters=1817, 1731, 7436 |Tinyplot=Daughters of D..."

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr had gone off on her own to scout the port town where all this adventure is happening on Alpha's Omega, and it isn't terribly long before she comes tracking down Gigas to reveal and discuss some things she's found out. When she finds him, she isn't wasting time in her approach, but neither does she seem extraordinarily rushed. Assuming he looks her way, she waves for his attention. If not, she'll speak up when she's in conversational distance. 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:'''     Gigas isn't hard to find. In the aftermath of the meeting with The Alpha and signing up for the battle in the arena, he went straight to one of the more popular dives or casino halls on Omega and proceeded to start getting drunk while also gambling away what little money he had left on him between the port fees and signing up for this mayhem. How does a 11' tall blue titan of, rumored, limitless strength get drunk? Well it's complicated..but he manages it!! His presence is montrous, to say the least, and most of the denizens grant him a wide berth despite his friendly demeanor. He doesn't see himself as a monster after all but any half effort to look up his reputation provides a laundry list of doings and most of them illegal or so insane sounding as to not be worth testing..and so he's largely left alone to his antics. Thus when Sindr finds him it's at a table strewn with alchoholic beverages, many lacking the ability to be easily pronounced. He does indeed notice her. "Heeey. My hitchiker!!" 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Ugh." Sindr intones with mild disappointment. "You're not... addled, by all this drink, are you?" she wonders, but doesn't really give him the time to respond before going into what she has to say. "Regardless, I've met some people - a Peter Quill and someone named Brainiac. There's some information regarding the champion we're supposed to fight that is likely to complicate our fight." She sits across from him, waiting for him to focus so they can discuss the matter. 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:'''     IF the names mean anything to Gigas, he gives no indication to it. He considers Sindr for a few seconds and then: "Hmm...what of it?" asks Gigas, tone almost dismissive as it is accompanied by the wave of a hand the size of a large platter. It might seem unclear what he refers to - if he's addled or if he's bothered by potentiail complications but..eventually he seems to sober up abit and he straightens his great mass, groaning his physique forward to hover over the table and rest his arms on it like some sort of mountain range on vacation. "Alright then, let's have it. What is this..concern?" 

:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''     "A fire giant and an alien walks into a bar. The Giant says, your lucky your short, that hurt like hell." Tyran'tar says as he snickers at his own joke and he looks around at the various beings before turning to the two. "So what brings you here to this den of inequity and villainy?" He asks. He was dressed in a uniform of some sort but the only thing that stood out was the green ring on his finger. 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:'''     "Eeeh?" Gigas leans back, briefly looking away from Sindr to eye the newcomer with a confused expression. It's clear he didn't the joke, even if he maybe wasn't mean tot hear it. What he does get is the intrusion. "Minding our own business." he retors while waving a massive hand as if trying to shoo Tyran'tar away. He pauses after a few waves, taking note of green ring on his finger and he seems mildly curious at that before taking in a good look at the mans military uniform. This seems to change his demeanor slightly and while waiting on Sindr to speak he asks, "Mmm..This does not seem like the type of place to attract a person of a uniform.. hmm?" 

:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''     "I have found that most people who frequent these places are more interesting then most places. Plus I am always working for work as a former mercenary." He says as he nods to Gigas. "The name's Tyran'tar. I am with the tamaranean military. Also mercenary in my free time." He says calmly as he watches the two. "Do you both have problems?" He asks curiously. 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:'''     At the question, Gigas bursts out into a rumbling laugh that vibrates the very walls of the dive like establishment. He grins, teeth full and white against his blue skin and he rubs his hairy jaw lightly and then scratches it, producing a sound like a steel brush scraping across marble. "Do I look like I can't handle my own problems? Tth. You are..less a problem solver for me and more..how should I sa..potential competition. Strange, though." Gigas leans forward again, eyeing Tyran'tar, "Odd..even. Your military pays you so little you have to seek work as a gun for hire?" 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr listens to Taran'tar and Gigas talk for a moment, then opens up about what she was going to say. "Our opponent, the Daxamite, is named Lar, and apparently the alpha has him under some sort of mind control. Possibly magic. I believe they intend to rescue him. This could cause problems for you getting the information you want, unless we find a way to assist them and still get what we want." She smiles at the newcomer, and says, "I may have some mercenary work for you sometime soon. Whether I need you here depends entirely on what my companion here says." 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:'''     "..Lar?" The word is said with such familiarity that there's no hiding the fact that this name and person is possibly quite familiar to Gigas. He frowns now, not of concern, but of coofusion as he slowly pieces things together. "Yes..the Daxamite! They grow as powerful as the near extinct Kryptonians when exposed to Yellow Sunlight. I have fought this Lar before! It was inconclusive. I was hired by a third part to attempt to compel him to provide information for me but I he was able to escape me before I could...!" Which implies several things, not the least of which that Gigas seems not at all put off by Lar's potential power level and indeed considers Lars to have been the one to have run away. "Why would these..uh..Alpha's have enslaved him for simple battles in an Arena. Yes..if they rescue him before we are able to defeat him...I will not be able to use that as leverage to find the missing princesses.." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Then we may wish to discuss with them a plan to achieve our ends as well as theirs. I will speak with our other companion, to see if they're versed in mind control magics. Apparently the means by which they control the Daxamite isn't technological, or if it is it's resistant to disruption devices. If she is not, then I will reach out to some mages on Midgard I'm acquainted with and see if any of them can assist." Sindr explains. 

:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''     "Technically my people isnt allowed to have a warrior culture. We have a basic military to keep the peace on our planet and to defend against invaders, but other then that, I am allowed to seek combat with other races as a mercenary. I am always seeking to improve my skills." He says as he looks to the two and nods. "So This lar is under some sort of mind control?" He asks curiously. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr nods. "It is believed so." she confirms. "Are you versed in methods of undoing such things, even magic if need be?" 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:'''     "I suspect it is some form of technology and not sorcery." notes Gigas, "Do you not remember how they foricbly calmed the crowd the other day? After our..uh..'friend'..caused those riots for want of her?" Gigas wiggles his fingers, "Some sort of tractor beam immbolized all of the riotors and afterwards they knew not to anger these..Alpha.. This 'Lars' has a strong will and is quite agressive but even he may lose to strong technology." 

:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''     "Sounds like these Alpha are pretty tough creatures with their tech. If you need help rescuing this LArs from them, I would be willing to help. If it lets me become stronger then I may even offer to help for free." Tyran'tar says with a smirk. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr splays her hands. "I am versed in neither form of mind control, so I defer to the wisdom of others." she says amicably. "Well, it was not originally our intent to rescue him. However, aiding his rescue provides us the best chance of getting what we want without undue interference. I hope." She looks to Gigas, "Speaking with Brainiac and Peter Quill should help determine the best course of action. If for no other reason than to understand their plans, better to form our own." 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:''' "Yes.." agrees Gigas as he hears Sindr, "This Lars was trouble and may have cost me a job. I do not 'help him' because of some heroic impulse but because I am on another job that is tied to his presence here.." That being said, the goliath rises, pushing up towards his towering full height and grinning at Sindr and Tyran'tar both now, "Yes, I will try and find this Peter Quill and Brainiac and make a determination then, on what I will do. IF they seek to rescue him, so be it...as long as I am able to fulfill my contract and rescue these princesses.." 

:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''     "What princesses?" Tyran'tar asks as he looks to the two of them. He shrugs and he watches them. "I guess I can come along when you meet this peter quill and brainiac, more people helping the better, yea?" He asks as he looks around and tries to see what everyone else is doing. 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:''' "Not necessarily, if it cuts in on my profit margin." responds Gigas to Tyran'tar, "I have not asked for your help but I will not stop you from poking around on your own either. " 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr replies, "I believe Peter is attempting to find more information about how Lar is being controlled. I do not know what Brainiac is doing, but I can show you where I told him I would seek him; it is a place Peter Quill lead both Brainiac and I to. Another drinking place, not as... decorative, as this one. She smiles, "I am not here for your bounty, so you needn't worry about me." She also looks at Tyran, "If you prove useful, I can see you compensated; helping Gigas provides me with information, so if you aid me in that..." she trails off. "And I may have more work for you afterward." 

:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''     "I am friends with the green lantern corps so finding out about things in the galaxy should be relatively easy for me. Helped a lantern out on a blockade on a planet." Tyran'tar says as he nods. "As I said, I will do what I can to help out. If it helps me earn a profit then even better." He says as he nods to Sindr. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Green lantern corp? I should like to know more about them; I'm rather new to the stars, you see." Sindr advises Tyran, rising from her chair while waiting for Gigas to join her. 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:''' "Huh." Gigas grunts at that but he doesn't anything more beyond a slight smirk that creases his features. "Much interesting. That should prove..to change things for some involved in these events.." With that he steps off and begins pounding his way for the exit. 

:'''{{#var:7436|Tyran'tar (7436)}} has posed:'''     "In a nutshell, the Green lantern corps are space cops. They police the galaxy and makes sure the races get along. Certain empires however dont trust them and thus arent allowed in their space but overall they try to help others." Tyran'tar explains to Sindr and he shrugs. "I am going to get a drink. Here is my contact information." He says as he transfers communication data to any devices Sindr may carry. "Contact me anytime you need help. I may not have super human abilities but I am trained decently." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr happens to have picked a thing up for accepting such information. "Thank you. I will contact you shortly once we've firmed up our plans." With that, she makes her way out with Gigas. 
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5844/Micro Intrusion

2018-12-14T15:45:13Z

Elkantar: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/11/24 |Location=Central Park, NYC |Synopsis=Contacts are made. Muahahahaha. |Cast of Characters=1817, 71, 358, 1713, 1594 |Tinyplot=Sheperd of..."

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|Date of Scene=2018/11/24
|Location=Central Park, NYC
|Synopsis=Contacts are made. Muahahahaha.
|Cast of Characters=1817, 71, 358, 1713, 1594
|Tinyplot=Sheperd of Flame
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' You know how you get that feeling, now and then, you're being watched? Maybe the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. Or you get a chill. Or just... a 'feeling'. It could be entirely coincidental, or it could be something much less by happenstance, but Yin and Ultragirl - or their public selves - just might feel that very thing. Of course, Doctor Strange being the sort of guy who senses when someone's mucking about with the mystical barriers protecting Earth (nevermind that it's pretty much his job right now, so..) probably picks up on these little intrusions. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Doctor Strange was seated deep within the impossible confines of his Sanctum Sanctorum, the wizard is sitting in the air, floating feet above the ground in a lotus position with a frown as he looks deeper into the sphere of Agamotto before him. Stephen frowns with a shakes of his head as he lowers his feet and stops the globe in it's constant spin, and Stephen turns his head to look towards the window.     The job is never done, and the former surgeon summons his floating red cloak to his back and the opens a spell to move through the fabric of reality to go to the interferance he noticed. Something's going on and he's going to encounter it head on as is his job. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' As well, the Tamaranean may feel this tugging at his senses like he's being observed. Whatever the case, when the awareness is aroused then a small, floating ember sparks to life within their vision. It dances away, daring the viewer to follow it. Just how curious /are/ they? 

:'''{{#var:358|Tsu-Zana (358)}} has posed:''' Up in the sky, Suzy was having a typical flight in the afternoon. She really enjoyed flying around. It was frankly her favorite thing about her powers. She had a lot to like but this was top notch. Of course, then she blinks as she comes to a halt above midtown. She turns slowly in the air, eyes scanning the area, "What was that?!" She asks of no one in particular, not expecting an answer this high up. However, something made her stop and pay attention so she is trying to use her odd visual ability to see what the world might offer her in way of explanation. 

:'''{{#var:1713|Kar'ras (1713)}} has posed:'''     Kar'ras has been trying to do more good. Seriously he helped get a cat out of the tree and stopped a human from crashing into a sidewalk. He looks to the curious ember and begins to follow it. While not the fastest, he does try and keep up with it. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' There is a place in Central park that's nice and secluded - well, really there's lots of places like that in Central park... It's a big place! Anyway, a spot where these embers seem to be traveling. Those coming in from above might see something glowing from the air. Strange can tell that these intrusions are moving toward a focal point, though it isn't there until the others are almost to their destination. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stepping out of his house in Greenwich and into the incredibly famous park, Stephen takes a couple steps out of his portal before closing it with a simple motion of his hands. The wizard looks around and eyes the fluxuations of reality, a horrible sign of unwanted creatures, or it tends to be. The wizard stands fast with his hands lifting upwards and his fingers repositioning themselves into the mystical gestures required to cast many spells. The sorcerer waits for the need for him to spring into action. 

:'''{{#var:358|Tsu-Zana (358)}} has posed:''' Floating down to near where Strange is, Ultragirl blinks a few times at what is going on. She can see some embers floating in the air. She looks at the spot and then looks over at the strange man with the red carpet on his back before looking again at the spot. She considers it before looking again to Strange, "Aren't you..." She hmms, "I could have sworn I had seen you in a newspaper or something." She shrugs and then sighs as she then looks ahead to the strange convergence, "Do you have any idea what is happening here?" 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin frowns and looks around. Is that geomancer out and about again? She switches outer clothes and slips into her mask, then slinks into the park, following the glowing light quietly. She slows her breathing, spreading her ch'i senses out as she makes her way through the park, relaxing and limbering up. Something is wrong. Somehow. She freezes a moment as someone appears, probing him lightly. While she doesn't recognize him or understand much about him, he feels like a fellow master, worthy of respect. She offers a respectful bow and looks toward the disturbance. With a faint Chinese accent, she murmurs, "Strange night, tonight." 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Strange remains with his hands up and armed while Ultragirl decends down to the older wizard who nods once, "I have had a few pieces written about me, but that's not what's important at the moment." The wizard says, trying to refocus the woman onto the situation at hand and he squints, "It seems like a convergance or an interdimensional event is preparing to take place, be ready for anything." With a glance of his eyes to Tsu-Zana, he reiterates with emphasis, "Anything."     Then as Yin shows up, Strange gives a soft bow of his chin and forehead mostly before he offers his input of, "It's not any stranger than any other night in my experience..." But he's almost jaded to this kind of encounter. 

:'''{{#var:358|Tsu-Zana (358)}} has posed:'''     A look over at Strange and then at Yin again and she considers the situation, "Anything?" She then looks at the embers floating there, "If it involves fire, then I should be ok." SHe nods her head, "Other than that though not sure." She shrugs and then clenches her fists and states, "I'm not really in my element here either way. Usually better at finding something to punch." She shrugs, "Kinda, not gotten a lot farther than that." She looks to Yin and hmms. She doesn't recognize her so she just goes back to looking at the situations. 

:'''{{#var:1713|Kar'ras (1713)}} has posed:'''     Kar'ras lands on the ground next to the others and he clenches his fist. "Is this like the demon squirrel you helped me deal with sir?" Kar'ras asks as he watches the wizard and then turns back to the embers and readies himself for any kind of battle, prepared for it. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The embers converge when they reach that focal point; a bit out of the way, secluded where not just anyone can happen upon them. Heck, it's probably the seedy sort of area where all sorts of foul things happen. Regardless, there's nobody here /now/ other than the people who are lead here. And Strange. THAT guy. It's on that convergence that a figure forms; female, cloaked, made entirely of flame but otherwise /almost/ human. The fire causes the features to flicker, but there's definitely a few things that don't quite match up aside from that. They're just hard to nail down due to quality. "Well." she states quite plainly. "/You're/ unexpected." indicating Strange with her gaze. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin offhandedly comments, "Fair. I'm far more used to ninjas and werewolves and cannibals and things. Shall we?" She ventures forward, hands raised relaxedly and steepled gently in front of herself. "Oh - You can call me 'Yin'." She frowns at the new arrival, and probes her with her ch'i senses. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     "Something tells me this is nothing like that rodent." Stephen says eyes lingering on the sudden appearance of living sentient flame. He keeps his fingers primed, but he does lower them, "I must insist that you explain who you are and what you are doing in this city and on this planet." The wizard is forward, and abrupt but not forceful in his tone, and he's completely focused on the fire creature before them. 

:'''{{#var:358|Tsu-Zana (358)}} has posed:'''     A blink as a very creature made of fire appears before them. A...woman perhaps? Ultragirl is not real clear on this situation but she shrugs, "Hey, it was fire." She says offhandedly and hten looks over as Strange speaks up. She then hmms at him before looking back to the woman of flame and smiling a little, "You're kind of unexpected yourself." She nods her head to the woman and shifts her right foot back, just in case. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin frowns. "You're a long way from Muspelheim. Do you know how many hours I spent healing people from your weaponry?" She moves to Strange's side, confident in him from how he carries himself. She hopes for the best from the other two unknowns. To Strange, "Do you know how to deal with this? I defer to you if this is your expertise. I am quite happy to offer what assistance is of use." 

:'''{{#var:1713|Kar'ras (1713)}} has posed:'''     "I can absorb her fire and become stronger." Kar'Ras says as he raises a hand revealing a jewel embedded into the palm of his hand. He then waits for the woman to react, studying her intensely. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Oh that's easy, I thought I'd test a few things and see how it all went. As for who I am..." The fire entity trails off as Muspelheim is mentioned. "Well, you already have part of it... I'll gladly introduce myself if you'll do the same. Then we can talk about why I'm here." Then she points an arm dripping flame at Yin, "Yin, was it? Do explain yourself; Muspelheim has fought many a battle lately and I don't recall you or yours before my blade." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr then says to Kar'ras, "You wouldn't get much, flame-thief." Her words are dry, lacking any amusement. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     "I am Doctor Strange, Sorcerer Supreme of this planet and dimension. It is my duty to protect this plane from exterior influences such as yourself- but if you truely are from Muspelheim..." Stephen trails off mid thought, his hands lowering fully and his fingers relaxing. "If there was no reason for your being in this realm other than experimentation, as long as you are here without malice, I would welcome you to Midgard." Stephen explains almost apoloogetically. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin shakes her head. "I healed the refugees from Asgard. The weapons your people use were difficult to repair. Brutal, even. But I managed. I'm sure they might have something to say about it if you cause any trouble. They have a lot of friends here." She nods at Strange. To him, she remarks, "I presume you have a procedure for this." 

:'''{{#var:358|Tsu-Zana (358)}} has posed:'''     A look over at the woman and she squints. S he then looks over at the gem on Kar'ras's hand. She considers the situation and then nods to Strange and steps forward, "If you are just here to look around or something of the like then I agree." She nods her head, "Welcome." She then considers, "Though that was a strange way to come here." She looks over at the others before shrugging, "Well, with that, I am Ultragirl." She smiles and nods to the others. Never a bad move to get some name recognition. 

:'''{{#var:1713|Kar'ras (1713)}} has posed:'''     "I am Kar'Ras of Tamaran. I am hiding on this planet from my masters. If found they will put me back to service killing races for my master's whims." He says softly as he closes his hand and watches the being of fire. "I wont harm any being which comes in peace. My queen wishes to work with the various peoples of this planet." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "I am Sindr, Daughter of Surtur and now Queen of Muspelheim since my father's... demise." says the burning woman before them. "At least, what of me I can dribble into Midgard. I would look forward to speaking with you again." To Yin, she says, "I've no love for the Asgardians but I've no intention to bring them further grief at this time - that was my father's war; him and his damned obsession with Ragnarok! THE TEN REALMS MUST BURN!!! Ugh." and waves dismissively. "Still, neither would I draw their attention. They would only panic, and make bad decisions. I have other wars more important than they." There is a flutter of the figure as a whole, as though its existence here tenuous. "In truth, I wondered what attention I /would/ get, and now I am answered. I would speak with you all again, privately. Yin, Kar'ras, Ultragirl, and even you Doctor Strange. To that end, take these." Sparkles fall from her to the ground. Small, shiny black stones with a faint glow in the dimming light. "If you take them, keep them, I can find you again." 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stephen squints at the being before him and then down at the rocks that she dropped on the grass of Central Park with a curious glance. "I will look forward to our next meeting Sindr." The wizard claims before he reaches out and has one of the rocks lift up off the ground and float into his gloved hand. He looks to the other three, Yin, Ultragirl, and Kar'ras, "I wish you all safe holidays and keep vigilant, things are getting wild out there." Stephen says before he turns around and walks through another portal that closes right behind him. 

:'''{{#var:1713|Kar'ras (1713)}} has posed:'''     Kar'ras accepts the gem and looks it over. "I accept your gift. When you have need of me, simply ask and I will serve if it doesnt anger My Queen, Koriand'r" He says calmly as he watches the fiery being and looks to the others present. 

:'''{{#var:358|Tsu-Zana (358)}} has posed:'''     A brief moment of confusion at these words and then Suzy walks over and picks up a stone. She looks at it and hmms before nodding, "Sure." She looks at Sindr, "Try not to cause trouble." She nods her head, "People tend not to be...uh, very normal around a fire lady." She then looks to the side, "To be honest you kind of make me a little shakey but I have dealt with fire before." She nods and then she floats up, "Good to meet you all." She gives a salute and she flies away. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin looks down at the stone, then cautiously picks it up. If Doctor Strange thinks it's safe... she has her misgivings, but, she doesn't want to be challenging the judgement of a master. "You understand. I am going to have to mention this to the Asgardians," she comments. "I'm not about to be the one to keep something secret from the people that I spent time healing, just in case this turns out badly." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr says, "I expect their counsel will be rather unfavorable toward me, but..." She shrugs. "We shall see what comes, if anything. 'Twas a good meet, Yin. Until we do so again." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin bows respectfully and slips away, keeping her eye on Sindr with due watchfulness. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Kar'ras, I look forward to speaking with you again. May you continue to serve your Queen well." she says then, and fades into one of those familiar embers, then winks out. 
}}

5700/A Meeting of Daughters

2018-12-14T15:41:14Z

Elkantar:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/11/03
|Location=Space
|Synopsis=Sindr is 'killed', the war goes on.
|Cast of Characters=1817, 161
|Tinyplot=Burning Host Invasion
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Some time after the fight between Sindr, Drax and Power Girl, inspections of the place she fell reveal that she is 'gone'. From that alone, it could be surmised she is dead, or if one takes the absence of a body as a sign, that she is at least no longer where she stopped moving down into the planet crust. It's away from that, listening to her troops talk about their Queen, that her survival is discovered along with her location. Apparently she's taking up residence at a nearby city where the fighting is all but concluded. It's largely quieted down in said city; there's some resistance fighting but most of that has been quelled. The civilians, at least, are by and large unharmed and able to pick up their lives. Rebuilding will come later, perhaps. There are patrols; heavier than a calm occupation, but not terribly so. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Running in with a team can get quite noisey, though, one assassin, an affinity for getting where she needs to be, though, isn't allowed, and a weapons harness strapped to the teeth make the most dangerous woman in the galaxy now also, the heaviest armed woman in the galaxy as well. Gamora shows up in the throne room of whatever building Sinder is in, purple cloak drawn back from her head as she casts her yellow eyes down at Sindr from a tall window. "Stop the occupation, or what the kryptonian did to you will be a sweet dream to the oblitheration I bring." Gamora then leaps from the window to make a three point land, her sword out and twirls as she stands up. "I am Gamora, Daughter of Thanos, killer of the magus, and Guardian of the Galaxy." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr is caught lounging on an actual throne that seems to be made entirely of flame. There is a faint smirk flashed as she's addressed so bluntly, and she responds, "And I am Sindr, Daughter of Surtur and Queen of Muspelheim. I have come to conquer this... system, I believe you call it... fighting me will not accomplish what you're asking. My troops will continue to fight, and these people will be conquered." She rises, her motions languid, though Gamora is likely able to discern that she is far from being treated dismissively. Sindr is ready for a fight. A blade erupts into being, also formed entirely of flame and thunks tip first solidly into the floor. Sindr rests her hand upon it, fingers stroking the pommel with a familiar - almost fond - motion. She muses then, "I wonder..." trailing off as she looks Gamora over. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora looks upan the woman and smirks. "There is nothing you could offer me to take over worlds for you, I know what your father did to Asgard, and you will not do the same to terra." She says as her free hand shoots out, tossing a few mechanical disks at the sword, upan impact they would burst into a hard foam, used to put out fire. Thats followed by her kinetic heat shield being turned on as she charges at Sindr, leaping into the air as she brings godslayer down. Speaking of Fathers, mine taught me to kill gods, you, are not a god." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The foam encases the blade, but it seems to continue existing. Sindr, however, leaves it there and has another in hand by the time Gamora reaches her. "Then you may be ill equipped for this, God-killer." Her own blade, crafted of Muspel-fire and Will, may not react as Gamora expect. In spite of being fire, it is just as solid as the throne appears to be. Sindr lifts it to block the first strike. She uses her tail in an attempt to sweep Gamora away - preferably into a wall - timed for the moment contact is made with the blades. "Indeed. Speaking of Fathers - I am not mine. Are you?" 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Godslayer is a blade on par with Wonder Woman's sword, and so, it starts to cut through the firey blade before Sindr get's a lucky hit to the assassin. (Lucky in Gamora's mind anyway.) That tail hit was painful, and one could feel a tendon or two snap. As the Green Warrior lands againsdt the wall, before landing on the ground, she simple tosses her arm out, and it snaps back into place, in time for her to grab a rifle from her back which she starts to fire right at Sindr, it;s not a slug thrower or a heated plasma gun, but a kinetic blast gun. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Fortunate for Sindr as well, since now she can form her tactics around this information. Oh, a gun. How quaint! She gets hit by the first blast, and Gamora is likely to notice the well schooled frown on her face. A shield is quickly formed of the flames, interposed between herself and the blasts of kinetic energy. In return, Sindr flings a burning spear at the green woman - solid enough to inflict damage even if it doesn't get to set Gamora on fire as well. "You are well trained, Thanos-dottr! Indeed, I have been /blessed/ with worthy foes since arriving here!" 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' A not very happy look on her face as she dodges the fire spear. Gamora then slams her sword point down into the floor of the throne room, causing the floor to crack in an outward Patter, before she picks up peices of the floor anf starts to hurl them at Sindr, aiming for the woman's face. It looks like a Futile effort, to some, but then a javelin made of Kolveria steel is launched from the ceiling at Sindr's tail, and once more Gamora comes down with godslayer in both hands. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' So there's all the plinking of rocks that Sindr deflects with that shield of hers, so she's sufficiently distracted when the spear comes from the ceiling - and frankly, that's a rather unexpected thing to happen. "ARGH!" bellows the giantess, since her tail isn't exactly the toughest part of =her body. Still, the spear doesn't quite pin her down, nor is it enough to put her entirely off-guard when the assassin comes for her again with that blade of hers. Only this time, instead of meeting it head on, the shield is used at an angle to deflect the attack rather than block it. Another blade is formed in Sindr's hand, thrust at Gamora under the shield and timed with the woman's landing. "Why? I don't regret my fortune, but why do so many crawl from under their rocks to defend this world from me? Raethon, Terra, whatever it's called." 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' "A child's trick." Gamora says about the blade comming from under the shield to get her, as she uses that fire protective energy shield to allow her to place a foot on the blade and bound over the Shield, putting her legs around Sindr's neck and poising her blade right above an eye. "I can heal from being burned, can you regrow an eye?" She says as her landing on the woman's shoulders (Facing her) was with the force of 100 tones, her full strength capacity it seams, the green daughter of thanos has gotten serious. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr is no weakling herself, and abandoning her weapons to defend against this new attack, she reaches up to grab Gamora's forearms. "We clarified this; I am no god, and you are ill equipped." she replies. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora's legs tighten around sindr's throat, and she frowns. "Ill equipped is a strong word, and it looks like I'm going to crush your firey neck, be glad, there are others who could die for somthing like this... well... you'll die too." She says as she let's go of godslayer and then headbutts the pommel, aiming it right for sindr's head. "You are pretty enough, I could have bedded you in another life." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' That invokes laughter. Loud, boisterous laughter the sort worthy of the norse gods enjoying a feast celebrating their latest battle. The blade strikes home, and Sindr's grip on Gamora doesn't let up. Flame erupts, flowing through the room like a destructive tidalwave. *WOOOSH* *BOOOOOOM* Another glowing hot crater is left where Sindr was, and unfortunately for Gamora burns aren't all she has to deal with. At least some of this building is coming down too. As the last of the flames flicker away, there's a voice, "See you soon, Thanos-dottr." fading into the ether. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora raises a hand up to see how bad the burns are, yep, metallic bone underneath, pretty damaging. "Pretty Fire, why are the pretty ones crazy?" She asks as she picks up godslayer and turns to make a mad dash out of the building, bowling over minions and guards as she does, they ARE child's play, even in her burned weak state of health. Well, 100k credits is 100k credits. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' It's pretty much a mad dash to evacuate the building. Some folks probably aren't going to make it anyway. Some /really/ diehard enthusiasts have to be taken care of along the way, but they're not really a match for Gamora. She'll escape easily. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' A credit chip in a civilian;s hand and a new, yet ragged, cloak later and Gamora is walking out of the city dressed like a civilian, and heading back to the Milano, a good day's rest and she will be fine. 
}}

5655/Milano Flambe

2018-10-26T21:37:43Z

Elkantar: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/10/26 |Location=Space |Synopsis=The Milano gets chased, then Star-Lord makes a discovery |Cast of Characters=1817, 111 |Tinyplot=Burning Host..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/10/26
|Location=Space
|Synopsis=The Milano gets chased, then Star-Lord makes a discovery
|Cast of Characters=1817, 111
|Tinyplot=Burning Host Invasion
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' When last we left Peter Qui- er, that is, STAR LORD - in the Milano, he was being chased away from the big showdown with Sindr, Power Girl, and Drax (with an approaching Ares) by a rather large fire breathing dragon! Now, the dragon is fast and maneuverable as one might expect of a living thing that flies, but whether the Milano and its pilot are better, faster, stronger, smarter.. We shall see! The dragon hasn't quite been able to catch the Milano up to this point, but those fire breaths aren't anything to laugh at. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     Sure, other ships have better equipment, better weapons... better smuggling compartments to hide away booze from certain racoons. But Star-Lord didn't choose the Milano for any of those things. Peter chose the Milano because it's one of the fastest starships in the galaxy, with more than enough weapons to handle similar ships of it's class. It's agile, fast, and the perfect ship for getaways. So, by the time the giant dragon is coming up on the Milano's ass, Star-Lord is already hitting the atmo afterburner and heading right for the maze of mountains. There's a deadly focus to his eyes as he slides a finger upward on the steering controls, ready to cut speed with the flaps instantly to get through the canyons and narrow places. "This is gonna hurt..." Star-Lord grouses under his breath to himself, the cockpit HUD displaying all the variables for the ace pilot as he jukes, weaves, flips and goes vertical in the deadly dance with fire. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The dragon has a few things going for it here; superior landing gear, a lifetime as an actual flying thing, and a prideful ferocity unmatched by so many other creatures. As Quill jukes and weaves, the dragon handles abrupt changes in direction by slamming into a mountainside with its legs to take the impact, then shoves off again in a new direction. That superior landing gear in action. What it doesn't have, however, is advanced propulsion. So while Quill's cutting of power to get through the tight spaces may cause a slight loss in speed, the dragon still seems to lag further and further, even if by inches. Of course, it also tends to gout fire on a regular basis, so for now those inches only hurt its progress so much; the Milano still has to contend with the heat. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     The a-hole just uses it's legs to power through mountains, and the hide is probably not much better? "Aw man, this is going to be one of those days." If it were anyone else, they'd be complaining up a storm. Star-Lord? He enjoys a good piloting challenge. Though with a bit less fire breathing would be nice. Still, The Milano can survive a few hits from the fire. It's gone through atmosphere and survives in space without issue. Time to see if it can follow the Milano everywhere. With a perfectly timed juke upwards, Star-Lord sets the Milanos heat shields for planetary ascent, and starts to head up into space. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' One might expect - and they'd be right - that the dragon can only fly just so high. It gives a good chase, and even struggles there at the end, but ultimately... it just can't fly as high as the Milano. Leaving Peter all alone, with nothing chasing him. NOW what's he going to do? 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     The Guardians came to this corner of the galaxy to help with the evacuation. Other interests want to slow down the war, and Star-Lord has been checking out the planet for vital chokepoints the team could deal with. They can fight the small fry all day... but there's always a crucial point that can be hit to really make a dent in a plan. Or Strategy.... and this is obviously a war. Sure, the fire demons are new... but they're obviously effective, given how much of the planet is being ruined. Time to go and finish up the scouting run. Having already done a check on the outskirts, the Milano dives right into the heart of the fire. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Heading for a meaty chunk of burning stuff, Peter can skim over the devastation pretty easily. He ends up having to dodge some stuff, but the invaders seem to be focused on the things that are actually attacking them back. Strategic structures are of course damaged, and there's general mayhem a-plenty, but... The interesting thing is that there are airfields that are cut off from access and occupied, but largely unmolested. Same with residentials, the sort of places where civilians tend to be. Yes, there's some damage, but nothing like the place where actual fighting is going on. He does, however, find an area that is massively burning, and the fires are not extinguishing at all in spite of seeming entirely used up. In the middle of that area, reinforcements are arriving through a portal of some kind. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "Bingo." Star-Lord gives subtly to himself, with an air of triumph. Recording what he sees and the readings from his instruments, the Milano is brought around and heads over to the nearest airfield. The composition of the region will determine what happens next. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The air field is one of those that's occupied; there are fire demons left behind patrolling it, some of the ships are damaged, and one of the buildings is burnt out and still on fire. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' According to the ship's instruments, the residentials, and indeed some of the buildings on the airfield, contain lifeforms other than the fire demons. Probably the inhabitants. People on this side of things aren't being driven away, or whole-sale slaughtered. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "Huh..." Peter gives in a musing air as he looks at the scanner readout. "A bit contradictory..." Peter states, before he turns the Milano back around and starts to head to the part of the planet where the majority of the Guardians are. Clicking the comm system, Peter speaks over their commnet, "I've got a few targets of opportunity from looking around. Warlock, I'm going to need you at the rally point sooner than I thought. We have a possible breach." 
}}

5649/Answering Raethon's Call

2018-10-26T21:37:18Z

Elkantar:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/10/25
|Location=Space
|Synopsis=Sindr suffers a personal defeat, but the war goes on
|Thanks=Star-Lord, Power Girl, Ares, Drax
|Cast of Characters=1817, 340, 32, 111, 1575
|Tinyplot=Burning Host Invasion
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The Raethon system, on the fringes of Sector 2814, has a few inhabited planets according to records, scans, and such. One of them, however, stands out by merit of... well, a chunk of it seems to be lit up like a bonfire! Swaths of land can be seen, from space, to be glowing like a bonfire at night, or plagued by roving clouds of black smoke during the day. There is a cluster of ships in orbit. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' That cluster of Ships in orbit are citizens of the planet itself. They're evacuating. Planetside, the God of War, Ares (or Mars. Same same.) Strikes down a fire demon as he shouts to others. "Get off the planet! NOW! Women and children first!" So far, the War God was alone in stemming the tide and was successfully holding them back...but Ares might not be able to hold off Musphelheims endless hordes forever. He wears pitch black armor, with a sword in one hand and a mace in the other, both humming with immense godly power. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     The JL Comm system is a robust and capable entity, enabling them to listen in to planets so far beyond most of their reach that if half of the street level League knew just how far out the fingers extended, they'd probably spit milk. The reception on Earth from Raethon is a little gross, but at the same time, it's enough.     Flight through the atmosphere at Mach VI always feels just a little slow for Power Girl. This is because as soon as she can -feel- the lose of friction's sensation on her skin, she presses the throttle down, accelerating in portions of a heartbeat past light itself to make child's play of galactic distances. For some, the idea of visiting the edge of the galaxy is a lifelong dream.     For her, it's a Thursday.     She left not long ago- the slowest part of this process isn't the response, it's the reception- and as soon as she nears the atmosphere, the shrieking shape of an effortless entry into the atmosphere likely trips every sensor in the system.     As well, the first strike on a flaming demon sending a resounding shockwave that sounds like the peal of thunder accompanied by what must be the shout of the -angriest- blonde in the sector, if not the universe, heralds perhaps the most inspiring bit of knowledge in recent memory.     A Kryptonian is here. It's the punchy one. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     The signal was like a technological scream into the night for anyone with a decent communications array. The Milano picked it up easily, and had just dropped through atmo above the flares. Anyone who has ever heard of the Guardians of the Galaxy would recognize the ship as it flies over the raging fires, having dropped the rest of the Guardians off at various places to scout. Drax and Star-Lord were doing an overall sweep from the sky... and Star-Lord was saving Drax for something /really/ big. Drax was much too powerful to waste on small fry. The fight of Ares fighting on the ground has Star-Lord squinting into the sensor screen, "Is that... some kind of earth knight?" Star-Lord asks, incredulously, "that definitely qualifies as str-" Then Power Girl rockets through the atmosphere, and the resulting shockwave trips the Milano's potential collision alarm, "Woah mama!" The Milano shakes as Star-Lord steadies the craft, the Milano flying over Ares erratically as the ace pilot fights to keep it level. "What in the hell was that?!" 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The fire demons /would/ be outmatched, were it not for the fact it's not /just/ fire demons with swords and spears stomping about. It's massive beasts - dragons, giant lizards that may as well be dragons, other large flying things that don't just respond to pilot controls, but actually have their own survival instincts and combat training. All of these things with armored and flaming bodies. And fire. Copious amounts of fire that not only burns things that burn, but clings to all /kinds/ of things. That blinds various sensors and visual cues. Smoke that obscures things all too easily. That, when hot enough, melts metals and short circuits technology. And there's hordes of them. Hordes of all manner of burning things that set non-burning things to burning. And some of those burning things - more of them over time - are picking up technology and putting it to use. Poorly, but still doing it. It often breaks, but they're still doing it. The shockwave accompanied Kryptonian certainly gains her fair share of attention, and probably much to the escaping people's gratitude, draws it away from them. A literal wave of fiery beings gets blown back, only to rush back in to attack the new person. And unfortunately, shockwaves aren't the only thing to plague the Milano right now. It seems a flight of winged beasts with riders has taken note of the ship, and are heading straight for it! 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax looks over Star-lord's shoulder at the screen, "It is a woman, Quill. I know you have been lonely, but surely you remember." Drax is more than ready for action, his knives in his belt and bouncing a bit on his booted feet as he takes in the situation. "You Earth people all look alike to me. How can I tell you apart?" He grips the top of the seat as the shockwaves rattle the ship, narrowing his eyes, "Look at those animals! I want one! I will kill them all and you will let me keep it. It will eat from my hand and be my friend, once I wash the blood of that rider off of it!" 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "Preeetty sure that's not how it works, Drax, but I can appreciate the thought." Star-Lord grunts as he starts to fly around buildings and head for the mountains, the Milano's engines scream as they fly away from Ares as Star-Lord keeps ahead of the winged beasts, "Drax, can you get into the tailgun blaster. I need some breathing room if we're going to land." Power Girl will have to wait. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' As they fly away from the buildings and toward the mountains, Drax and Starlord will notice that there are several vast valleys that are heavily inhabited on this side of the mountain range. And yes, there is quite the horde of fire demons and beasts haranguing the escaping population. However, when reaching the mountain range, that's nothing compared to the ocean of fire on the /other/ side of the mountain range, reaching north and setting a great number of cities ablaze. And there is a key difference; at least in the closest air/star ports, there is no escape. Largely, they are cut off with strategic precision. And the battles here are more pitched, desperate even. The beasts try to give chase, but the Milano is just too fast for them. They quickly fall behind and select other targets. Even so, there are other flocks that make the attempt, some even close enough to make contact, should Quill's piloting slip. And on one mountain, there is a lone figure, burning. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax grumbles to himself as he heads back to the shooting pod, "Try not to kill any of the flying animals. They are cute," he says firmly. He makes his way back and drops into the gunner's position. On the one hand, he mostly prefers going face to face with his enemies, spilling their blood everywhere, experiencing their screams of terror and basking in the raw power that is his own inhuman and superior prowess. On the other hand, the guns make a neat rat-tat-tat zapping sound and it's fun to watch things explode. Drax opens fire, streaming blasts with a haphazard but effective sweeping motion, showing far less care than he instructed Quill to take as he just shoots anything that comes across his screen, laughing as he does so. "Come and get yourself a portion!" 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "Goddamnnnnniiiitttt...." Star-Lord exclaims in a long shout as he does a barrel roll through a particular nasty swarm trying to keep steady for Drax to fire. When one 'dragon' gets near, there's a sharp turn that Drax and Star-Lord both feel in their stomachs, despite the inertial dampeners. The repeater at the front is cycled rapidly on automatic as he flies through the swarm, leaving the 'dragon' as the only real problem. A problem which Drax is given a clear line of sight to by Star-Lord. The lone figure gets his attention on the scanner briefly as he flies, "Yeah, that screams 'I'm arrogant and want everyone to know where the big bad is'. Why are the assholes always the first to think they're untouchable?" Star-Lord rhetorically muses as he turns the Milano in that direction, "Planets basically hell right now, and 500 credits says he's to blame." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares is fighting off and killing fire demons in droves! Looking like a literal whirlwind of death as he moves like lightning. Swords fly all around him and accurately strike their targets. By now, a small army of dead surround Ares. though the War God is surprised when he sees the Kryptonian streak through the sky and the Milano fights some fire dragons. Well then. Tgough the War God looks for Sindr....like he said he would just before the battle began 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Drawing attention is what Power Girl is, frankly, best at. Each species of fire-monster has a level of caution associated with it- anything that is spewing flames is a little more dangerous than the others. Magical flame hurts and burns, and while the suit is rated to survive the surface of the sun, her arms are bare enough that she still won't find it pleasant. She has to play her cards right until the nature of these things is well-enough known.     This means that she's moving- never staying in one place, and not entirely willing to risk pulling the attention of cloying, sticking flames- napalm is never anyone's friend. The fact she's drawn a crowd means definitively that she's not just going to be punching her way out of it all.     Considering they're evacuating the planet- and also considering that the ships that catch flame doing the evacuating aren't -staying- that way after they leave atmosphere... The blonde has a few tricks up her sleeves- the irony of which is not lost on her, as she is well aware her suit has no sleeves.     First, she waits- hunkering down and getting ready, the immediate response to being crowded is to give the demons a round of -deafening- applause. Horizontally, the brick of a woman's hands separate and then reunite at many, -many- times the speed of sound. The resulting BOOM of both her hands breaking the sound barrier and then the sheer force of her gloved palms striking one another is enough to send the air around her out in a furious sphere of force. It also creates a small vaccuum, but that won't be putting out any fires at its size. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' So BOOM over and over, sending all but the really massive beasts tumbling. And yeah, at least some of that fire is probably warmer than Power Girl finds comfortable. Some of it probably hurts! But still, things are tossed, and left to pick themselves up again. Meanwhile, Sindr is atop the mountain - waiting for the Milano to settle into place and its crew to come confront her, if that's what they're going to do. She keeps enough of an eye on them to be aware of an attack, but also spends some of it looking over one side of the mountain range or another, seeing how both sides of this war of hers is going. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax shouts back, "I do not gamble with you since that time you took me to the race track on Shi'ar-5! You knew that glumpoid was limping and you said nothing when I bet on it! NOTHING!" He blasts a bit more until he feels satisfied that he's shot everything worth shooting. He unbuckles from the gunner seat and comes around again, "That woman is very fast. I don't think she can be a human. Humans are slow. So try to keep up," he says, going to the bay doors and preparing to open them up so he can jump into the fight close-up. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "I couldn't help it you were too blind to see such an obvious medical condition, buddy! A limp is not a hard thing to miss." Star-Lord protests as the Milano is sent into a loop... before he turns the ship back around and heads right for Sindr. "If I land here, the Milano will get swarmed. I'll drop you off where le-baddie is and come back when the coast is clear." Star-Lord replies over the intercom. "It might /not/ be a baddie... but it's probably a baddie." Star-Lord brings the ship down and tilts it just so for Drax to have a smooth landing as Star-Lord does a flyby. "Have at it!" 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares Starts moving forwards from those lines of hallowed dead as the last of the evacuations seem to proceed. While many would think his job is done? He's War incarnate. He LOVES to fight. So, with a smile on his face, he lifts a hand towards the sky and thunderous lightning comes to his hands....and in one movement, he lets all that divine lightning channel through his body before he unleashes it at the horde in front of him, making a straight path as it annihilates a great number of footsoldiers and one of the dragons that flies in the sky. The only good thing Ares ever got from his scumbag of a father, Zeus. But, beating other gods (but not killing them) has it's perks when they live up to the bet. He makes his way forward even still, sword and mace in hand as he weaves a bloody and firy path in an attempt to get to Sindr...though it's gonna take Ares a while, since he's enjoying cutting through her army too much. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Power Girl has successfully handled the crowd around her, to some degree- knocking down and flat out shattering the closer demons- leaving, at the moment, only the larger and largest of beasts. This is where she shines- as the strength of a Kryptonian in sunlight is almost, if not impossible, to beat.     She pushes off with a rush of bistering wind, the sound snapping like a twig at her efforts. Even though she practically, if not literally, plows through one of the larger monsters... There seems to be something off about this. The horse seems almost endless, and that is something Power Girl cannot necessarily abide. Eventually, the smog will blot out the local star, and that will put her on a timer.     Her attention shifts, the heat rising from her suit and arms- almost blistering, and some of it can be felt. She's sweating- which tells her enough about the nature of the army here. Leaving Ares to do the crowd control- because he seems to be enjoying it- she takes off towards the mountain. Where the ship seemed to be headed- where Ares was cutting a swath towards, and where seemed to be the epicenter of this all.     She hits the ground around the time that Drax will- having noticed Sindr long after the Milano's approach. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax leaps free of the Milano, tumbling...well, not exactly gracefully, but he does land on his feet, pretty much, with his daggers drawn and muscles straining as he prepares to face off with this mysterious 'baddie'. "Hello, fire monster! You're going to learn that not everything in this part of the universe burns! At least not at normal temperatures. If you can go higher than that, I might, I'm not really sure, but we might find out and if I do burn, I'm going to be very angry and punch my dagger through your face with a great deal of speed. Also, there is a flying woman approaching and an Earth knight, whatever that is. So, you should surrender now! Or don't because I would like to fight you. EITHER WAY!" 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr strides casually toward Drax, her tail swishing slowly back and forth. "Hello, green man." she says in an amused tone, smiling at he who wishes to fight her. "If you would like to fight me, I will fight you. But is that all you hope to accomplish? It will not stop my claiming this system as mine. It will not stop those that knight protected from fleeing the planet. It will not stop me, or my hordes. And it will not stop your friend in that ship from getting mauled by that dragon over there. And yeah, there's a really big dragon flying after the Milano right now; the blasted thing is fast and maneuverable, and shooting gout after gout of fire at the ship." An eye is kept on the rapidly approaching Kryptonian, ready to defend herself from multiple vectors. Ares, below, is not entirely heeded at this time; he's having too much fun anyway, even if his progress is a bit more rapid than a mortal could possibly make. "So what do you hope to gain from fighting me?" she asks again, returning her attention to Drax. She towers over him at twelve feet, but she remains close enough to speak normally, and far enough that he has to close a gap to lay hand on her. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' After sending a massive number of demons to early graves, a black blur soars into the sky! he reaches such speeds that the sky almost seems to crack from the sound of things. Eventually, Ares lands //hard//on that mountaintop, standing up slowly with weapons in his hands. Crimson eyes stare forward at the hordes that try to stop him...but, his trip just got shorter, even if he has a small ways before he gets to Sindr and the others. Mostly Because he wants to fight some more. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Power Girl can hear Sindr speak. When she arrives, with a heavy slam on the top of the mountain mere paces away, she starts speaking. "We hear that a lot." she begins, strolling forward with all of the confidence in the galaxy. "I tend to feel like it's a bluff. I'm pretty sure if we beat you right back where you came from, your whole thing here ends. Even if it doesn't..." she shrugs, then. By now, she's standing as close to Sindr as Drax is.     "This'll probably still feel -really- good." 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax grins, "The yellow-haired woman in the tight clothes is right! It would be nice if you just admitted we will beat you senseless, but you never do, so we probably just have to do it. Because that's what we do. Well, it's what I do. I don't know her. I'm DRAX!" he says, shouting in her direction. "That's Quill. He likes to be called Star-Lord, even though that name is stupid. He's flying the ship. And I don't know that guy!" he says, gesturing towards Ares. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "I promise you, it won't. My forces will remain, and need to be fought and routed as any military would." Sindr replies. A gesture to her left, where the people Ares protected are being routed and escaping, then a gesture to her right, where there is a /much/ more effective and decisive war going on, spanning a much larger area, "As you can see, it's not small." "Since we're making introductions, I am Sindr, Daughter of Surtur and Queen of Muspelheim." she says then. "I am pleased to meet such noble, and yes I admit apparently powerful warriors. The man on his way, I might defeat with difficulty. Any of you... Well, I just don't know. All of you together." She shrugs. "Anyway, how are you called?" she asks Power Girl. Finally, she reveals, "And that..." she says, pointing at the man making his way toward her, "...is Ares, the War God." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' As the group apparently made introductions, Ares leaps into the mountaintop and lands hard enough to break the ground. he wore full-body, pitch black armor except for anything over or on his head. that long, tattered cape flowing from his shoulders as he looks at all present. "Sindr." he looked ready for another fight, even if his eyes find Power Girl and Drax, wondering if they are his enemies as well. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Power Girl takes a moment, looking to one side, then the other, as Sindr monologues for a moment. There's a quiet to her demeanor, an altogether nonplussed and unimpressed expression- as if this was an everyday occurrence. It... Kinda was, admittedly.     "So what you're saying is, we oughta do this fast."     The draw back on the following punch was swift, and there was a great deal of proper technique to it. Of all the Kryptonians, Power Girl probably has the meanest right cross- and it's headed straight for Sindr's midriff.     Punchiest Kryptonian indeed. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax raises an eyebrow, "Muspelheim? That sounds like a soup. I'm pretty sure that's a soup." And then Power Girl is throwing a punch and Drax is running in behind her to throw one of his own, "My turn!" he yells, charging in with what intends to be a clothesline across Sindr's body if she ducks to the side of Power Girl's punch. Of course, if she jumps to the other side, he will just be running by her quickly with his arm held out, but that's how it goes. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Ares." Sindr replies easily, letting the man make up his own mind about whom he decides to fight. Notably, she does /not/ try to dodge the blow from Power Girl; it is braced for, with enough give in the giantess' stance to absorb some of the shock, and let the armor and her inherent durability do the rest. She /is/ Surturs daughter and Heir, after all, so she's far from a pushover. She skidded back, so she didn't move into Drax's path the way he might have intended. Instead, she flicks a fiery dagger at his face and sticks her tail in his path to see if he trips over it. Another is flung at Power Girl. Ooo, scary magic fire daggers! Mind, these daggers are giant sized, so.... 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares watches the battle begin, though he seems to stay where he is. His eyes taking notice of who is fighting who...only for Power Girl and Drax to make the first move. Why does Ares do nothing for right now? Well, the answer is simple. He's feeding off of the violence, and he turns to watch as the civilian ships leave the planet. He likely has more worshippers now because of his honest actions, though he glances back to the group. His task was finished...and he already told Sindr during the parley that he didn't wish to fight her. and so he won't. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Unluckily for Sindr- who probably isn't going to have the easiest time fending off the two of them together already- Power Girl is taking this quite seriously. This means that there isn't the.... Normal game of footsies. The plying of strength and speed and the caution not to shatter a city's worth of buildings just by flying through it too quickly.     In a blur of movement, Power Girl is just a few feet to the side- unwilling to play around with a seemingly conjured dagger of fire. It reeks of magic to her, after all.     The dagger goes flying by, and Power Girl pays it little mind beyond that- instead accelerating heavily towards Sindr.     This hit is a sweeping left hook, delivered at just under the speed of sound. Part of this is a test- to see just how quickly Sindr can react, and just how much the giant woman can take. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax ducks the dagger but does trip over the tail. That doesn't mean he's dumb, he's just narrow-minded. Like a charging rhino sort of thing. Only green. He at least rolls with the fall, pulling himself up again and giving a grunt of irritation, "I hate it when they have extra limbs," he mutters, this time turning and leaping into the air, drawing his daggers and preparing to drive them right into said tail. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Well Sindr can apparently move pretty fast as it stands. She's big, but she's not ridiculously slow. She takes a step back, which in her case is not inconsiderable when talking about close combat distances. Drax, bless his heart, starts out with the best intentions of stab-it-ing Sindr's tail, but she reaches out to snatch him from the air and thrust him in the path of Power Girl's blow. No tail for Drax. And then there's insult to injury - she breathes fire. Whether it catches, let alone burns either of them is another matter altogether. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares starts to walk away. Let the heroes do their work. After all, he fulfilled his promise to the people of this planet. That, and Drax and Power Girl were more than a match for the Queen of Musphelheim. But, he'll keep an eye on the situation in the event that they cannot take the fire demon queen out. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Most things tend to happen to Power Girl in slow-motion. The flung Drax, though, is timed just right that at her speed, all she can really -do- is pull her punch. It's still coming, but there's a momentary pause that means the momentum of her strike isn't going to be... Quite as devastating. She can't really spare Drax the attention- and hopefully, if he's competing on this level, he's not going to be completely destroyed by said hit.     The flurry of movement changes gears, splitting the sound barrier with a deafening crack- the noise of which will hit the ears of those present well -after- Power Girl's next maneuver. The fire is quite smart- the magic nature of it has Power Girl looking to find a new avenue of attack, which makes her... Well, really predictable. Specifically- Drax had gone for the tail before, and since PG couldn't risk going for Sindr's front, she has to go for the rear... But, she's not without her own tricks.     The attack from the rear is a feint of sorts- meant to look like she's going to shoulder-check the giant. The feint of it is that Power Girl is expecting the tail- which she's ready to catch. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax can, indeed, take the hit, although he can take it a lot better since PG pulled it than if he took her full Kryptonian strength right in his hibungus (technical anatomy term). Still, it hurts like hell and it hurts a lot more than anything has hurt him in a long time so he still lets out a savage wail as it's hit with that blow, "OH WOW YOU ARE STRONG!" he yells as he feels the impact smacking him back. He would do a move of his own, but, y'know, he goes mostly limp, enough that Sindr drops him with the presumption that he's out of commission. Which he isn't. Well, not entirely. But that's gonna leave a mark. Ouch. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Almost a pity, in Sindr's mind, the green man didn't go flying into the distance - but then, what is this? A comic book? Probably to her regret shortly, she does have enough arrogance to just leave the man lying there without further molestation. Unfortunately for Power Girl, having a tail means that one is quite aware of how vulnerable to attack it is. Having a father like Surtur means that one is more than likely /painfully/ aware that it can be used against oneself. Sindr's tactic is, instead of using the tail - especially considering Power Girl's strength - to abruptly conjure a fiery spear pointing at the Kryptonian. It's a long spear; long enough that whether shoulder blocking or going for the tail, Power Girl risks impalement rushing in. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' It should also be noted that Sindr does not turn around; she is glancing over her shoulder, with the spear jutting behind her at Power Girl. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Truthfully, Power Girl is fast enough that had she known Sindr was capable of this particular tactic, she'd have been able to change tactic. Doing so would risk Drax's safety- because pushing beyond Mach X in atmosphere can get dangerous for everyone but herself- but she'd be physically -capable.- Sadly, while she -is- fast enough, she is not -psychic- enough.     However, a snap decision is made at that point- a light twist to spare her vital organs, and an internal prayer hoping that her suit holds, and Power Girl keeps going all-in. A fair chunk over the speed of sound, and through the bite of pain that is more intense than she's happy with... Power Girl delivers another right cross, aimed directly at the base of the giant's spine- The kind of strike that'd create a terrifying shockwave of its own...     And from which Power Girl isn't going to be directly standing. The spear's conjured blade bites into her side, tearing open her suit and spilling a generous helping of bright red Kryptonian essence onto the mountaintop. It doesn't look to be fatal, but it certainly isn't feeling nice, as the powerful blonde staggers to a skidding knee post-punch. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax pulls himself face first from the dirt, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. He looks up to see the two figures in conflict, Power Girl gushing blood from a wound. Part of him at least has the sense not to yell at the sight of it, since Sindr is obviously a little distracted by all the grievous wounding and such. He still isn't quite 100 percent but that's never stopped him before as he flings himself forward to throw a hard chop block with his shoulder, trying to drive it into Sindr's knee and help take down her foundation. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Ker-POW. To be honest, there's a lot of thundering and rumbling at this point, which really started with the first sonic boom that Power Girl evoked on the mountaintop due to the avalanches that start on the nearby mountains as well as this one. Lots of rocks, plenty of destruction below which does nothing to inhabitants unless some one decided to take refuge in the mountains, which would not be wise. Sindr is definitely stunned for a moment by Power Girl's attack, as getting hit with that much power tends to cause problems! Then comes Drax, hammering into her knee. All this illicits a growl - a pained one - from the giantess. "Indeed you are powerful! Absolutely /wonderful/!" she cries, sounding elated even in spite of the pain. In spite of her armor cracking noticably. With that one leg driven back, Sindr's foundation isn't the best - even so she reaches out to snatch Drax up by his head - well sized for her hand - to use him as a bludgeon to smack Power Girl with a backhand swing. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     There is always a risk when fighting Kryptonians. It's mostly a risk in regards to what state you're going to put them in. A fight is easiest against her kind when the fight is going well for them- but if you make a Kryptonian desperate, or angry... Then the scales tend to shift. Not always, but... Usually. Power Girl had figured she landed a rather impressive blow, at the cost of cutting herself open. She figured that'd stagger Sindr for longer- but no such mercy.     Worse still, Sindr's injuries are a little less daunting than Power Girl's, and she's able to pick up Drax and treat him like a billy club. Striking her with Drax may be worse for Drax than anything else, but that doesn't mean that the blonde doesn't go flying, rolling partway with the strike so as not to be an immovable object to the Draxbludgeon's Relatively Stoppable Force.     She hits the ground and rolls for half a moment, but when she lifts her head, her eyes aren't... Comforting, anymore. They glow with a burning fury- an anger barely restrained, the kind of reckless cutting loose that only happens so rarely. No civilians at risk. Drax is tough. Sindr can probably take a few hits.     Once again the sound of her sonic boom will hit Sindr and Drax's ears long after Power Girl does. This time, though, it's not a close race. She outpaces the sound of her assault by a factor of seven, her initial impact aiming to be right at Sindr's core. This hit is a Mach-Speed Haymaker, meant to stagger Sindr so that Power Girl can follow up with a truly incredible hammerfist- the sheer amount of physical strength she's putting into these hits is approaching the level that could shatter the crust of the planet they're standing on.     It is reckless, and it is furious, and Power Girl is figuring that Sindr won't last long under its weathering- all she has to do is keep connecting. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax twists around in that grip after he's used as a bludgeon against Power Girl, his legs flailing out as he's whipped. He manages to get free just as Power Girl starts to charge. Realizing that Sindr might be fast enough to avoid even that speed of a sh ot, he makes sure she takes PG's blow by cause a distraction, driving his daggers into the fire demon's wrist while literally screaming "LOOK AT ME RIGHT NOW I AM STABBING YOU!" at the top of his rather impressive lungs. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The screaming... well, let's just say the distraction works for one reason or another. Sindr is definitely stabbed and there is definitely a growl of pain, but all that gets interrupted. First, Sindr's armor is finally shattered with that first blow from Power Girl. It finishes cracking and just flat flies apart! Sindr isn't able to defend against this, or the next blow that comes. She does, however, burst into flames. FWOOOM! Now, whether it was fast enough to catch Power Girl at all remains to be seen, because the dust hasn't quite settled yet. When it does, there's a rather large molten rock pool where Sindr was. The mountain is trembling. There are peals of thunder in the air and shockwaves that are flowing outward. It's bad enough for anyone caught in them, but worse on the backlash that'll come eventually. The winds... won't be favorable for a while. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     The world is officially matriculated- everything is in slow motion, as Power Girl temporarily works her speed more than her physical power. She has sent Sindr fleeing, to some extent- a thing that she does not necessarily understand. She's not the mystic type, to be fair, so she isn't going to be following. The message has, for now, been sent- either that, or Sindr is dead.     In the space of a second or so, Power Girl turns from the flaming woman- outrunning the plasma with some level of hyper-focus in order to move to, catch, and then pull Drax out of the range of whatever heated explosion is going to occur. In her hands, Drax is essentially weightless, and soon after she's pulled him out- assuming he does not resist in some way- she sets him down on the mountaintop some distance from the molten slag that is where their opponent was. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax finds himself on a mountaintop suddenly, after a massive explosion, with a beautiful and shapely blond woman hovering over him. He slaps himself across the face a few times. "I am not dead," he says, letting out a whoosh of breath. "I was frightened for a moment. Although you would be a good angel, I think. As long as you don't hit me again. Ow," he says, then bends over and strokes over his bruised ribcage, "You hit like a Skrull whiskey." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' As Sindr promised, while all this has been going on, the war still goes on below. If the people Ares defended have not finished evacuating, they are nearly done. The flying beasts that were caught in the shockwaves have not yet recovered, but when they do, those that survived will take to the air again and join their fellows on the other side of the mountain. Those remaining on the ground will continue to raid and pillage, in spite of having no one to slaughter. On the other side of the mountain, the war rages on ferociously. The nation to the north is losing, and there are other lands on this world that are likewise afflicted. Routing them all will take... well, lots of effort. Sindr may have lost the battle... but, has she won the war for this planet? 
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5649/Answering Raethon's Call

2018-10-26T21:35:21Z

Elkantar:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/10/24
|Location=Space
|Synopsis=Sindr suffers a personal defeat, but the war goes on
|Thanks=Star-Lord, Power Girl, Ares, Drax
|Cast of Characters=1817, 340, 32, 111, 1575
|Tinyplot=Burning Host Invasion
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The Raethon system, on the fringes of Sector 2814, has a few inhabited planets according to records, scans, and such. One of them, however, stands out by merit of... well, a chunk of it seems to be lit up like a bonfire! Swaths of land can be seen, from space, to be glowing like a bonfire at night, or plagued by roving clouds of black smoke during the day. There is a cluster of ships in orbit. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' That cluster of Ships in orbit are citizens of the planet itself. They're evacuating. Planetside, the God of War, Ares (or Mars. Same same.) Strikes down a fire demon as he shouts to others. "Get off the planet! NOW! Women and children first!" So far, the War God was alone in stemming the tide and was successfully holding them back...but Ares might not be able to hold off Musphelheims endless hordes forever. He wears pitch black armor, with a sword in one hand and a mace in the other, both humming with immense godly power. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     The JL Comm system is a robust and capable entity, enabling them to listen in to planets so far beyond most of their reach that if half of the street level League knew just how far out the fingers extended, they'd probably spit milk. The reception on Earth from Raethon is a little gross, but at the same time, it's enough.     Flight through the atmosphere at Mach VI always feels just a little slow for Power Girl. This is because as soon as she can -feel- the lose of friction's sensation on her skin, she presses the throttle down, accelerating in portions of a heartbeat past light itself to make child's play of galactic distances. For some, the idea of visiting the edge of the galaxy is a lifelong dream.     For her, it's a Thursday.     She left not long ago- the slowest part of this process isn't the response, it's the reception- and as soon as she nears the atmosphere, the shrieking shape of an effortless entry into the atmosphere likely trips every sensor in the system.     As well, the first strike on a flaming demon sending a resounding shockwave that sounds like the peal of thunder accompanied by what must be the shout of the -angriest- blonde in the sector, if not the universe, heralds perhaps the most inspiring bit of knowledge in recent memory.     A Kryptonian is here. It's the punchy one. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     The signal was like a technological scream into the night for anyone with a decent communications array. The Milano picked it up easily, and had just dropped through atmo above the flares. Anyone who has ever heard of the Guardians of the Galaxy would recognize the ship as it flies over the raging fires, having dropped the rest of the Guardians off at various places to scout. Drax and Star-Lord were doing an overall sweep from the sky... and Star-Lord was saving Drax for something /really/ big. Drax was much too powerful to waste on small fry. The fight of Ares fighting on the ground has Star-Lord squinting into the sensor screen, "Is that... some kind of earth knight?" Star-Lord asks, incredulously, "that definitely qualifies as str-" Then Power Girl rockets through the atmosphere, and the resulting shockwave trips the Milano's potential collision alarm, "Woah mama!" The Milano shakes as Star-Lord steadies the craft, the Milano flying over Ares erratically as the ace pilot fights to keep it level. "What in the hell was that?!" 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The fire demons /would/ be outmatched, were it not for the fact it's not /just/ fire demons with swords and spears stomping about. It's massive beasts - dragons, giant lizards that may as well be dragons, other large flying things that don't just respond to pilot controls, but actually have their own survival instincts and combat training. All of these things with armored and flaming bodies. And fire. Copious amounts of fire that not only burns things that burn, but clings to all /kinds/ of things. That blinds various sensors and visual cues. Smoke that obscures things all too easily. That, when hot enough, melts metals and short circuits technology. And there's hordes of them. Hordes of all manner of burning things that set non-burning things to burning. And some of those burning things - more of them over time - are picking up technology and putting it to use. Poorly, but still doing it. It often breaks, but they're still doing it. The shockwave accompanied Kryptonian certainly gains her fair share of attention, and probably much to the escaping people's gratitude, draws it away from them. A literal wave of fiery beings gets blown back, only to rush back in to attack the new person. And unfortunately, shockwaves aren't the only thing to plague the Milano right now. It seems a flight of winged beasts with riders has taken note of the ship, and are heading straight for it! 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax looks over Star-lord's shoulder at the screen, "It is a woman, Quill. I know you have been lonely, but surely you remember." Drax is more than ready for action, his knives in his belt and bouncing a bit on his booted feet as he takes in the situation. "You Earth people all look alike to me. How can I tell you apart?" He grips the top of the seat as the shockwaves rattle the ship, narrowing his eyes, "Look at those animals! I want one! I will kill them all and you will let me keep it. It will eat from my hand and be my friend, once I wash the blood of that rider off of it!" 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "Preeetty sure that's not how it works, Drax, but I can appreciate the thought." Star-Lord grunts as he starts to fly around buildings and head for the mountains, the Milano's engines scream as they fly away from Ares as Star-Lord keeps ahead of the winged beasts, "Drax, can you get into the tailgun blaster. I need some breathing room if we're going to land." Power Girl will have to wait. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' As they fly away from the buildings and toward the mountains, Drax and Starlord will notice that there are several vast valleys that are heavily inhabited on this side of the mountain range. And yes, there is quite the horde of fire demons and beasts haranguing the escaping population. However, when reaching the mountain range, that's nothing compared to the ocean of fire on the /other/ side of the mountain range, reaching north and setting a great number of cities ablaze. And there is a key difference; at least in the closest air/star ports, there is no escape. Largely, they are cut off with strategic precision. And the battles here are more pitched, desperate even. The beasts try to give chase, but the Milano is just too fast for them. They quickly fall behind and select other targets. Even so, there are other flocks that make the attempt, some even close enough to make contact, should Quill's piloting slip. And on one mountain, there is a lone figure, burning. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax grumbles to himself as he heads back to the shooting pod, "Try not to kill any of the flying animals. They are cute," he says firmly. He makes his way back and drops into the gunner's position. On the one hand, he mostly prefers going face to face with his enemies, spilling their blood everywhere, experiencing their screams of terror and basking in the raw power that is his own inhuman and superior prowess. On the other hand, the guns make a neat rat-tat-tat zapping sound and it's fun to watch things explode. Drax opens fire, streaming blasts with a haphazard but effective sweeping motion, showing far less care than he instructed Quill to take as he just shoots anything that comes across his screen, laughing as he does so. "Come and get yourself a portion!" 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "Goddamnnnnniiiitttt...." Star-Lord exclaims in a long shout as he does a barrel roll through a particular nasty swarm trying to keep steady for Drax to fire. When one 'dragon' gets near, there's a sharp turn that Drax and Star-Lord both feel in their stomachs, despite the inertial dampeners. The repeater at the front is cycled rapidly on automatic as he flies through the swarm, leaving the 'dragon' as the only real problem. A problem which Drax is given a clear line of sight to by Star-Lord. The lone figure gets his attention on the scanner briefly as he flies, "Yeah, that screams 'I'm arrogant and want everyone to know where the big bad is'. Why are the assholes always the first to think they're untouchable?" Star-Lord rhetorically muses as he turns the Milano in that direction, "Planets basically hell right now, and 500 credits says he's to blame." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares is fighting off and killing fire demons in droves! Looking like a literal whirlwind of death as he moves like lightning. Swords fly all around him and accurately strike their targets. By now, a small army of dead surround Ares. though the War God is surprised when he sees the Kryptonian streak through the sky and the Milano fights some fire dragons. Well then. Tgough the War God looks for Sindr....like he said he would just before the battle began 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Drawing attention is what Power Girl is, frankly, best at. Each species of fire-monster has a level of caution associated with it- anything that is spewing flames is a little more dangerous than the others. Magical flame hurts and burns, and while the suit is rated to survive the surface of the sun, her arms are bare enough that she still won't find it pleasant. She has to play her cards right until the nature of these things is well-enough known.     This means that she's moving- never staying in one place, and not entirely willing to risk pulling the attention of cloying, sticking flames- napalm is never anyone's friend. The fact she's drawn a crowd means definitively that she's not just going to be punching her way out of it all.     Considering they're evacuating the planet- and also considering that the ships that catch flame doing the evacuating aren't -staying- that way after they leave atmosphere... The blonde has a few tricks up her sleeves- the irony of which is not lost on her, as she is well aware her suit has no sleeves.     First, she waits- hunkering down and getting ready, the immediate response to being crowded is to give the demons a round of -deafening- applause. Horizontally, the brick of a woman's hands separate and then reunite at many, -many- times the speed of sound. The resulting BOOM of both her hands breaking the sound barrier and then the sheer force of her gloved palms striking one another is enough to send the air around her out in a furious sphere of force. It also creates a small vaccuum, but that won't be putting out any fires at its size. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' So BOOM over and over, sending all but the really massive beasts tumbling. And yeah, at least some of that fire is probably warmer than Power Girl finds comfortable. Some of it probably hurts! But still, things are tossed, and left to pick themselves up again. Meanwhile, Sindr is atop the mountain - waiting for the Milano to settle into place and its crew to come confront her, if that's what they're going to do. She keeps enough of an eye on them to be aware of an attack, but also spends some of it looking over one side of the mountain range or another, seeing how both sides of this war of hers is going. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax shouts back, "I do not gamble with you since that time you took me to the race track on Shi'ar-5! You knew that glumpoid was limping and you said nothing when I bet on it! NOTHING!" He blasts a bit more until he feels satisfied that he's shot everything worth shooting. He unbuckles from the gunner seat and comes around again, "That woman is very fast. I don't think she can be a human. Humans are slow. So try to keep up," he says, going to the bay doors and preparing to open them up so he can jump into the fight close-up. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "I couldn't help it you were too blind to see such an obvious medical condition, buddy! A limp is not a hard thing to miss." Star-Lord protests as the Milano is sent into a loop... before he turns the ship back around and heads right for Sindr. "If I land here, the Milano will get swarmed. I'll drop you off where le-baddie is and come back when the coast is clear." Star-Lord replies over the intercom. "It might /not/ be a baddie... but it's probably a baddie." Star-Lord brings the ship down and tilts it just so for Drax to have a smooth landing as Star-Lord does a flyby. "Have at it!" 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares Starts moving forwards from those lines of hallowed dead as the last of the evacuations seem to proceed. While many would think his job is done? He's War incarnate. He LOVES to fight. So, with a smile on his face, he lifts a hand towards the sky and thunderous lightning comes to his hands....and in one movement, he lets all that divine lightning channel through his body before he unleashes it at the horde in front of him, making a straight path as it annihilates a great number of footsoldiers and one of the dragons that flies in the sky. The only good thing Ares ever got from his scumbag of a father, Zeus. But, beating other gods (but not killing them) has it's perks when they live up to the bet. He makes his way forward even still, sword and mace in hand as he weaves a bloody and firy path in an attempt to get to Sindr...though it's gonna take Ares a while, since he's enjoying cutting through her army too much. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Power Girl has successfully handled the crowd around her, to some degree- knocking down and flat out shattering the closer demons- leaving, at the moment, only the larger and largest of beasts. This is where she shines- as the strength of a Kryptonian in sunlight is almost, if not impossible, to beat.     She pushes off with a rush of bistering wind, the sound snapping like a twig at her efforts. Even though she practically, if not literally, plows through one of the larger monsters... There seems to be something off about this. The horse seems almost endless, and that is something Power Girl cannot necessarily abide. Eventually, the smog will blot out the local star, and that will put her on a timer.     Her attention shifts, the heat rising from her suit and arms- almost blistering, and some of it can be felt. She's sweating- which tells her enough about the nature of the army here. Leaving Ares to do the crowd control- because he seems to be enjoying it- she takes off towards the mountain. Where the ship seemed to be headed- where Ares was cutting a swath towards, and where seemed to be the epicenter of this all.     She hits the ground around the time that Drax will- having noticed Sindr long after the Milano's approach. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax leaps free of the Milano, tumbling...well, not exactly gracefully, but he does land on his feet, pretty much, with his daggers drawn and muscles straining as he prepares to face off with this mysterious 'baddie'. "Hello, fire monster! You're going to learn that not everything in this part of the universe burns! At least not at normal temperatures. If you can go higher than that, I might, I'm not really sure, but we might find out and if I do burn, I'm going to be very angry and punch my dagger through your face with a great deal of speed. Also, there is a flying woman approaching and an Earth knight, whatever that is. So, you should surrender now! Or don't because I would like to fight you. EITHER WAY!" 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr strides casually toward Drax, her tail swishing slowly back and forth. "Hello, green man." she says in an amused tone, smiling at he who wishes to fight her. "If you would like to fight me, I will fight you. But is that all you hope to accomplish? It will not stop my claiming this system as mine. It will not stop those that knight protected from fleeing the planet. It will not stop me, or my hordes. And it will not stop your friend in that ship from getting mauled by that dragon over there. And yeah, there's a really big dragon flying after the Milano right now; the blasted thing is fast and maneuverable, and shooting gout after gout of fire at the ship." An eye is kept on the rapidly approaching Kryptonian, ready to defend herself from multiple vectors. Ares, below, is not entirely heeded at this time; he's having too much fun anyway, even if his progress is a bit more rapid than a mortal could possibly make. "So what do you hope to gain from fighting me?" she asks again, returning her attention to Drax. She towers over him at twelve feet, but she remains close enough to speak normally, and far enough that he has to close a gap to lay hand on her. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' After sending a massive number of demons to early graves, a black blur soars into the sky! he reaches such speeds that the sky almost seems to crack from the sound of things. Eventually, Ares lands //hard//on that mountaintop, standing up slowly with weapons in his hands. Crimson eyes stare forward at the hordes that try to stop him...but, his trip just got shorter, even if he has a small ways before he gets to Sindr and the others. Mostly Because he wants to fight some more. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Power Girl can hear Sindr speak. When she arrives, with a heavy slam on the top of the mountain mere paces away, she starts speaking. "We hear that a lot." she begins, strolling forward with all of the confidence in the galaxy. "I tend to feel like it's a bluff. I'm pretty sure if we beat you right back where you came from, your whole thing here ends. Even if it doesn't..." she shrugs, then. By now, she's standing as close to Sindr as Drax is.     "This'll probably still feel -really- good." 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax grins, "The yellow-haired woman in the tight clothes is right! It would be nice if you just admitted we will beat you senseless, but you never do, so we probably just have to do it. Because that's what we do. Well, it's what I do. I don't know her. I'm DRAX!" he says, shouting in her direction. "That's Quill. He likes to be called Star-Lord, even though that name is stupid. He's flying the ship. And I don't know that guy!" he says, gesturing towards Ares. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "I promise you, it won't. My forces will remain, and need to be fought and routed as any military would." Sindr replies. A gesture to her left, where the people Ares protected are being routed and escaping, then a gesture to her right, where there is a /much/ more effective and decisive war going on, spanning a much larger area, "As you can see, it's not small." "Since we're making introductions, I am Sindr, Daughter of Surtur and Queen of Muspelheim." she says then. "I am pleased to meet such noble, and yes I admit apparently powerful warriors. The man on his way, I might defeat with difficulty. Any of you... Well, I just don't know. All of you together." She shrugs. "Anyway, how are you called?" she asks Power Girl. Finally, she reveals, "And that..." she says, pointing at the man making his way toward her, "...is Ares, the War God." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' As the group apparently made introductions, Ares leaps into the mountaintop and lands hard enough to break the ground. he wore full-body, pitch black armor except for anything over or on his head. that long, tattered cape flowing from his shoulders as he looks at all present. "Sindr." he looked ready for another fight, even if his eyes find Power Girl and Drax, wondering if they are his enemies as well. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Power Girl takes a moment, looking to one side, then the other, as Sindr monologues for a moment. There's a quiet to her demeanor, an altogether nonplussed and unimpressed expression- as if this was an everyday occurrence. It... Kinda was, admittedly.     "So what you're saying is, we oughta do this fast."     The draw back on the following punch was swift, and there was a great deal of proper technique to it. Of all the Kryptonians, Power Girl probably has the meanest right cross- and it's headed straight for Sindr's midriff.     Punchiest Kryptonian indeed. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax raises an eyebrow, "Muspelheim? That sounds like a soup. I'm pretty sure that's a soup." And then Power Girl is throwing a punch and Drax is running in behind her to throw one of his own, "My turn!" he yells, charging in with what intends to be a clothesline across Sindr's body if she ducks to the side of Power Girl's punch. Of course, if she jumps to the other side, he will just be running by her quickly with his arm held out, but that's how it goes. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Ares." Sindr replies easily, letting the man make up his own mind about whom he decides to fight. Notably, she does /not/ try to dodge the blow from Power Girl; it is braced for, with enough give in the giantess' stance to absorb some of the shock, and let the armor and her inherent durability do the rest. She /is/ Surturs daughter and Heir, after all, so she's far from a pushover. She skidded back, so she didn't move into Drax's path the way he might have intended. Instead, she flicks a fiery dagger at his face and sticks her tail in his path to see if he trips over it. Another is flung at Power Girl. Ooo, scary magic fire daggers! Mind, these daggers are giant sized, so.... 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares watches the battle begin, though he seems to stay where he is. His eyes taking notice of who is fighting who...only for Power Girl and Drax to make the first move. Why does Ares do nothing for right now? Well, the answer is simple. He's feeding off of the violence, and he turns to watch as the civilian ships leave the planet. He likely has more worshippers now because of his honest actions, though he glances back to the group. His task was finished...and he already told Sindr during the parley that he didn't wish to fight her. and so he won't. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Unluckily for Sindr- who probably isn't going to have the easiest time fending off the two of them together already- Power Girl is taking this quite seriously. This means that there isn't the.... Normal game of footsies. The plying of strength and speed and the caution not to shatter a city's worth of buildings just by flying through it too quickly.     In a blur of movement, Power Girl is just a few feet to the side- unwilling to play around with a seemingly conjured dagger of fire. It reeks of magic to her, after all.     The dagger goes flying by, and Power Girl pays it little mind beyond that- instead accelerating heavily towards Sindr.     This hit is a sweeping left hook, delivered at just under the speed of sound. Part of this is a test- to see just how quickly Sindr can react, and just how much the giant woman can take. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax ducks the dagger but does trip over the tail. That doesn't mean he's dumb, he's just narrow-minded. Like a charging rhino sort of thing. Only green. He at least rolls with the fall, pulling himself up again and giving a grunt of irritation, "I hate it when they have extra limbs," he mutters, this time turning and leaping into the air, drawing his daggers and preparing to drive them right into said tail. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Well Sindr can apparently move pretty fast as it stands. She's big, but she's not ridiculously slow. She takes a step back, which in her case is not inconsiderable when talking about close combat distances. Drax, bless his heart, starts out with the best intentions of stab-it-ing Sindr's tail, but she reaches out to snatch him from the air and thrust him in the path of Power Girl's blow. No tail for Drax. And then there's insult to injury - she breathes fire. Whether it catches, let alone burns either of them is another matter altogether. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares starts to walk away. Let the heroes do their work. After all, he fulfilled his promise to the people of this planet. That, and Drax and Power Girl were more than a match for the Queen of Musphelheim. But, he'll keep an eye on the situation in the event that they cannot take the fire demon queen out. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Most things tend to happen to Power Girl in slow-motion. The flung Drax, though, is timed just right that at her speed, all she can really -do- is pull her punch. It's still coming, but there's a momentary pause that means the momentum of her strike isn't going to be... Quite as devastating. She can't really spare Drax the attention- and hopefully, if he's competing on this level, he's not going to be completely destroyed by said hit.     The flurry of movement changes gears, splitting the sound barrier with a deafening crack- the noise of which will hit the ears of those present well -after- Power Girl's next maneuver. The fire is quite smart- the magic nature of it has Power Girl looking to find a new avenue of attack, which makes her... Well, really predictable. Specifically- Drax had gone for the tail before, and since PG couldn't risk going for Sindr's front, she has to go for the rear... But, she's not without her own tricks.     The attack from the rear is a feint of sorts- meant to look like she's going to shoulder-check the giant. The feint of it is that Power Girl is expecting the tail- which she's ready to catch. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax can, indeed, take the hit, although he can take it a lot better since PG pulled it than if he took her full Kryptonian strength right in his hibungus (technical anatomy term). Still, it hurts like hell and it hurts a lot more than anything has hurt him in a long time so he still lets out a savage wail as it's hit with that blow, "OH WOW YOU ARE STRONG!" he yells as he feels the impact smacking him back. He would do a move of his own, but, y'know, he goes mostly limp, enough that Sindr drops him with the presumption that he's out of commission. Which he isn't. Well, not entirely. But that's gonna leave a mark. Ouch. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Almost a pity, in Sindr's mind, the green man didn't go flying into the distance - but then, what is this? A comic book? Probably to her regret shortly, she does have enough arrogance to just leave the man lying there without further molestation. Unfortunately for Power Girl, having a tail means that one is quite aware of how vulnerable to attack it is. Having a father like Surtur means that one is more than likely /painfully/ aware that it can be used against oneself. Sindr's tactic is, instead of using the tail - especially considering Power Girl's strength - to abruptly conjure a fiery spear pointing at the Kryptonian. It's a long spear; long enough that whether shoulder blocking or going for the tail, Power Girl risks impalement rushing in. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' It should also be noted that Sindr does not turn around; she is glancing over her shoulder, with the spear jutting behind her at Power Girl. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Truthfully, Power Girl is fast enough that had she known Sindr was capable of this particular tactic, she'd have been able to change tactic. Doing so would risk Drax's safety- because pushing beyond Mach X in atmosphere can get dangerous for everyone but herself- but she'd be physically -capable.- Sadly, while she -is- fast enough, she is not -psychic- enough.     However, a snap decision is made at that point- a light twist to spare her vital organs, and an internal prayer hoping that her suit holds, and Power Girl keeps going all-in. A fair chunk over the speed of sound, and through the bite of pain that is more intense than she's happy with... Power Girl delivers another right cross, aimed directly at the base of the giant's spine- The kind of strike that'd create a terrifying shockwave of its own...     And from which Power Girl isn't going to be directly standing. The spear's conjured blade bites into her side, tearing open her suit and spilling a generous helping of bright red Kryptonian essence onto the mountaintop. It doesn't look to be fatal, but it certainly isn't feeling nice, as the powerful blonde staggers to a skidding knee post-punch. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax pulls himself face first from the dirt, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. He looks up to see the two figures in conflict, Power Girl gushing blood from a wound. Part of him at least has the sense not to yell at the sight of it, since Sindr is obviously a little distracted by all the grievous wounding and such. He still isn't quite 100 percent but that's never stopped him before as he flings himself forward to throw a hard chop block with his shoulder, trying to drive it into Sindr's knee and help take down her foundation. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Ker-POW. To be honest, there's a lot of thundering and rumbling at this point, which really started with the first sonic boom that Power Girl evoked on the mountaintop due to the avalanches that start on the nearby mountains as well as this one. Lots of rocks, plenty of destruction below which does nothing to inhabitants unless some one decided to take refuge in the mountains, which would not be wise. Sindr is definitely stunned for a moment by Power Girl's attack, as getting hit with that much power tends to cause problems! Then comes Drax, hammering into her knee. All this illicits a growl - a pained one - from the giantess. "Indeed you are powerful! Absolutely /wonderful/!" she cries, sounding elated even in spite of the pain. In spite of her armor cracking noticably. With that one leg driven back, Sindr's foundation isn't the best - even so she reaches out to snatch Drax up by his head - well sized for her hand - to use him as a bludgeon to smack Power Girl with a backhand swing. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     There is always a risk when fighting Kryptonians. It's mostly a risk in regards to what state you're going to put them in. A fight is easiest against her kind when the fight is going well for them- but if you make a Kryptonian desperate, or angry... Then the scales tend to shift. Not always, but... Usually. Power Girl had figured she landed a rather impressive blow, at the cost of cutting herself open. She figured that'd stagger Sindr for longer- but no such mercy.     Worse still, Sindr's injuries are a little less daunting than Power Girl's, and she's able to pick up Drax and treat him like a billy club. Striking her with Drax may be worse for Drax than anything else, but that doesn't mean that the blonde doesn't go flying, rolling partway with the strike so as not to be an immovable object to the Draxbludgeon's Relatively Stoppable Force.     She hits the ground and rolls for half a moment, but when she lifts her head, her eyes aren't... Comforting, anymore. They glow with a burning fury- an anger barely restrained, the kind of reckless cutting loose that only happens so rarely. No civilians at risk. Drax is tough. Sindr can probably take a few hits.     Once again the sound of her sonic boom will hit Sindr and Drax's ears long after Power Girl does. This time, though, it's not a close race. She outpaces the sound of her assault by a factor of seven, her initial impact aiming to be right at Sindr's core. This hit is a Mach-Speed Haymaker, meant to stagger Sindr so that Power Girl can follow up with a truly incredible hammerfist- the sheer amount of physical strength she's putting into these hits is approaching the level that could shatter the crust of the planet they're standing on.     It is reckless, and it is furious, and Power Girl is figuring that Sindr won't last long under its weathering- all she has to do is keep connecting. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax twists around in that grip after he's used as a bludgeon against Power Girl, his legs flailing out as he's whipped. He manages to get free just as Power Girl starts to charge. Realizing that Sindr might be fast enough to avoid even that speed of a sh ot, he makes sure she takes PG's blow by cause a distraction, driving his daggers into the fire demon's wrist while literally screaming "LOOK AT ME RIGHT NOW I AM STABBING YOU!" at the top of his rather impressive lungs. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The screaming... well, let's just say the distraction works for one reason or another. Sindr is definitely stabbed and there is definitely a growl of pain, but all that gets interrupted. First, Sindr's armor is finally shattered with that first blow from Power Girl. It finishes cracking and just flat flies apart! Sindr isn't able to defend against this, or the next blow that comes. She does, however, burst into flames. FWOOOM! Now, whether it was fast enough to catch Power Girl at all remains to be seen, because the dust hasn't quite settled yet. When it does, there's a rather large molten rock pool where Sindr was. The mountain is trembling. There are peals of thunder in the air and shockwaves that are flowing outward. It's bad enough for anyone caught in them, but worse on the backlash that'll come eventually. The winds... won't be favorable for a while. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     The world is officially matriculated- everything is in slow motion, as Power Girl temporarily works her speed more than her physical power. She has sent Sindr fleeing, to some extent- a thing that she does not necessarily understand. She's not the mystic type, to be fair, so she isn't going to be following. The message has, for now, been sent- either that, or Sindr is dead.     In the space of a second or so, Power Girl turns from the flaming woman- outrunning the plasma with some level of hyper-focus in order to move to, catch, and then pull Drax out of the range of whatever heated explosion is going to occur. In her hands, Drax is essentially weightless, and soon after she's pulled him out- assuming he does not resist in some way- she sets him down on the mountaintop some distance from the molten slag that is where their opponent was. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax finds himself on a mountaintop suddenly, after a massive explosion, with a beautiful and shapely blond woman hovering over him. He slaps himself across the face a few times. "I am not dead," he says, letting out a whoosh of breath. "I was frightened for a moment. Although you would be a good angel, I think. As long as you don't hit me again. Ow," he says, then bends over and strokes over his bruised ribcage, "You hit like a Skrull whiskey." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' As Sindr promised, while all this has been going on, the war still goes on below. If the people Ares defended have not finished evacuating, they are nearly done. The flying beasts that were caught in the shockwaves have not yet recovered, but when they do, those that survived will take to the air again and join their fellows on the other side of the mountain. Those remaining on the ground will continue to raid and pillage, in spite of having no one to slaughter. On the other side of the mountain, the war rages on ferociously. The nation to the north is losing, and there are other lands on this world that are likewise afflicted. Routing them all will take... well, lots of effort. Sindr may have lost the battle... but, has she won the war for this planet? 
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5649/Answering Raethon's Call

2018-10-26T21:34:40Z

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|Synopsis=Sindr suffers a personal defeat, but the war goes on
|Thanks=Star-Lord, Power Girl, Ares, Drax
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The Raethon system, on the fringes of Sector 2814, has a few inhabited planets according to records, scans, and such. One of them, however, stands out by merit of... well, a chunk of it seems to be lit up like a bonfire! Swaths of land can be seen, from space, to be glowing like a bonfire at night, or plagued by roving clouds of black smoke during the day. There is a cluster of ships in orbit. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' That cluster of Ships in orbit are citizens of the planet itself. They're evacuating. Planetside, the God of War, Ares (or Mars. Same same.) Strikes down a fire demon as he shouts to others. "Get off the planet! NOW! Women and children first!" So far, the War God was alone in stemming the tide and was successfully holding them back...but Ares might not be able to hold off Musphelheims endless hordes forever. He wears pitch black armor, with a sword in one hand and a mace in the other, both humming with immense godly power. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     The JL Comm system is a robust and capable entity, enabling them to listen in to planets so far beyond most of their reach that if half of the street level League knew just how far out the fingers extended, they'd probably spit milk. The reception on Earth from Raethon is a little gross, but at the same time, it's enough.     Flight through the atmosphere at Mach VI always feels just a little slow for Power Girl. This is because as soon as she can -feel- the lose of friction's sensation on her skin, she presses the throttle down, accelerating in portions of a heartbeat past light itself to make child's play of galactic distances. For some, the idea of visiting the edge of the galaxy is a lifelong dream.     For her, it's a Thursday.     She left not long ago- the slowest part of this process isn't the response, it's the reception- and as soon as she nears the atmosphere, the shrieking shape of an effortless entry into the atmosphere likely trips every sensor in the system.     As well, the first strike on a flaming demon sending a resounding shockwave that sounds like the peal of thunder accompanied by what must be the shout of the -angriest- blonde in the sector, if not the universe, heralds perhaps the most inspiring bit of knowledge in recent memory.     A Kryptonian is here. It's the punchy one. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     The signal was like a technological scream into the night for anyone with a decent communications array. The Milano picked it up easily, and had just dropped through atmo above the flares. Anyone who has ever heard of the Guardians of the Galaxy would recognize the ship as it flies over the raging fires, having dropped the rest of the Guardians off at various places to scout. Drax and Star-Lord were doing an overall sweep from the sky... and Star-Lord was saving Drax for something /really/ big. Drax was much too powerful to waste on small fry. The fight of Ares fighting on the ground has Star-Lord squinting into the sensor screen, "Is that... some kind of earth knight?" Star-Lord asks, incredulously, "that definitely qualifies as str-" Then Power Girl rockets through the atmosphere, and the resulting shockwave trips the Milano's potential collision alarm, "Woah mama!" The Milano shakes as Star-Lord steadies the craft, the Milano flying over Ares erratically as the ace pilot fights to keep it level. "What in the hell was that?!" 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The fire demons /would/ be outmatched, were it not for the fact it's not /just/ fire demons with swords and spears stomping about. It's massive beasts - dragons, giant lizards that may as well be dragons, other large flying things that don't just respond to pilot controls, but actually have their own survival instincts and combat training. All of these things with armored and flaming bodies. And fire. Copious amounts of fire that not only burns things that burn, but clings to all /kinds/ of things. That blinds various sensors and visual cues. Smoke that obscures things all too easily. That, when hot enough, melts metals and short circuits technology. And there's hordes of them. Hordes of all manner of burning things that set non-burning things to burning. And some of those burning things - more of them over time - are picking up technology and putting it to use. Poorly, but still doing it. It often breaks, but they're still doing it. The shockwave accompanied Kryptonian certainly gains her fair share of attention, and probably much to the escaping people's gratitude, draws it away from them. A literal wave of fiery beings gets blown back, only to rush back in to attack the new person. And unfortunately, shockwaves aren't the only thing to plague the Milano right now. It seems a flight of winged beasts with riders has taken note of the ship, and are heading straight for it! 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax looks over Star-lord's shoulder at the screen, "It is a woman, Quill. I know you have been lonely, but surely you remember." Drax is more than ready for action, his knives in his belt and bouncing a bit on his booted feet as he takes in the situation. "You Earth people all look alike to me. How can I tell you apart?" He grips the top of the seat as the shockwaves rattle the ship, narrowing his eyes, "Look at those animals! I want one! I will kill them all and you will let me keep it. It will eat from my hand and be my friend, once I wash the blood of that rider off of it!" 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "Preeetty sure that's not how it works, Drax, but I can appreciate the thought." Star-Lord grunts as he starts to fly around buildings and head for the mountains, the Milano's engines scream as they fly away from Ares as Star-Lord keeps ahead of the winged beasts, "Drax, can you get into the tailgun blaster. I need some breathing room if we're going to land." Power Girl will have to wait. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' As they fly away from the buildings and toward the mountains, Drax and Starlord will notice that there are several vast valleys that are heavily inhabited on this side of the mountain range. And yes, there is quite the horde of fire demons and beasts haranguing the escaping population. However, when reaching the mountain range, that's nothing compared to the ocean of fire on the /other/ side of the mountain range, reaching north and setting a great number of cities ablaze. And there is a key difference; at least in the closest air/star ports, there is no escape. Largely, they are cut off with strategic precision. And the battles here are more pitched, desperate even. The beasts try to give chase, but the Milano is just too fast for them. They quickly fall behind and select other targets. Even so, there are other flocks that make the attempt, some even close enough to make contact, should Quill's piloting slip. And on one mountain, there is a lone figure, burning. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax grumbles to himself as he heads back to the shooting pod, "Try not to kill any of the flying animals. They are cute," he says firmly. He makes his way back and drops into the gunner's position. On the one hand, he mostly prefers going face to face with his enemies, spilling their blood everywhere, experiencing their screams of terror and basking in the raw power that is his own inhuman and superior prowess. On the other hand, the guns make a neat rat-tat-tat zapping sound and it's fun to watch things explode. Drax opens fire, streaming blasts with a haphazard but effective sweeping motion, showing far less care than he instructed Quill to take as he just shoots anything that comes across his screen, laughing as he does so. "Come and get yourself a portion!" 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "Goddamnnnnniiiitttt...." Star-Lord exclaims in a long shout as he does a barrel roll through a particular nasty swarm trying to keep steady for Drax to fire. When one 'dragon' gets near, there's a sharp turn that Drax and Star-Lord both feel in their stomachs, despite the inertial dampeners. The repeater at the front is cycled rapidly on automatic as he flies through the swarm, leaving the 'dragon' as the only real problem. A problem which Drax is given a clear line of sight to by Star-Lord. The lone figure gets his attention on the scanner briefly as he flies, "Yeah, that screams 'I'm arrogant and want everyone to know where the big bad is'. Why are the assholes always the first to think they're untouchable?" Star-Lord rhetorically muses as he turns the Milano in that direction, "Planets basically hell right now, and 500 credits says he's to blame." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares is fighting off and killing fire demons in droves! Looking like a literal whirlwind of death as he moves like lightning. Swords fly all around him and accurately strike their targets. By now, a small army of dead surround Ares. though the War God is surprised when he sees the Kryptonian streak through the sky and the Milano fights some fire dragons. Well then. Tgough the War God looks for Sindr....like he said he would just before the battle began 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Drawing attention is what Power Girl is, frankly, best at. Each species of fire-monster has a level of caution associated with it- anything that is spewing flames is a little more dangerous than the others. Magical flame hurts and burns, and while the suit is rated to survive the surface of the sun, her arms are bare enough that she still won't find it pleasant. She has to play her cards right until the nature of these things is well-enough known.     This means that she's moving- never staying in one place, and not entirely willing to risk pulling the attention of cloying, sticking flames- napalm is never anyone's friend. The fact she's drawn a crowd means definitively that she's not just going to be punching her way out of it all.     Considering they're evacuating the planet- and also considering that the ships that catch flame doing the evacuating aren't -staying- that way after they leave atmosphere... The blonde has a few tricks up her sleeves- the irony of which is not lost on her, as she is well aware her suit has no sleeves.     First, she waits- hunkering down and getting ready, the immediate response to being crowded is to give the demons a round of -deafening- applause. Horizontally, the brick of a woman's hands separate and then reunite at many, -many- times the speed of sound. The resulting BOOM of both her hands breaking the sound barrier and then the sheer force of her gloved palms striking one another is enough to send the air around her out in a furious sphere of force. It also creates a small vaccuum, but that won't be putting out any fires at its size. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' So BOOM over and over, sending all but the really massive beasts tumbling. And yeah, at least some of that fire is probably warmer than Power Girl finds comfortable. Some of it probably hurts! But still, things are tossed, and left to pick themselves up again. Meanwhile, Sindr is atop the mountain - waiting for the Milano to settle into place and its crew to come confront her, if that's what they're going to do. She keeps enough of an eye on them to be aware of an attack, but also spends some of it looking over one side of the mountain range or another, seeing how both sides of this war of hers is going. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax shouts back, "I do not gamble with you since that time you took me to the race track on Shi'ar-5! You knew that glumpoid was limping and you said nothing when I bet on it! NOTHING!" He blasts a bit more until he feels satisfied that he's shot everything worth shooting. He unbuckles from the gunner seat and comes around again, "That woman is very fast. I don't think she can be a human. Humans are slow. So try to keep up," he says, going to the bay doors and preparing to open them up so he can jump into the fight close-up. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:'''     "I couldn't help it you were too blind to see such an obvious medical condition, buddy! A limp is not a hard thing to miss." Star-Lord protests as the Milano is sent into a loop... before he turns the ship back around and heads right for Sindr. "If I land here, the Milano will get swarmed. I'll drop you off where le-baddie is and come back when the coast is clear." Star-Lord replies over the intercom. "It might /not/ be a baddie... but it's probably a baddie." Star-Lord brings the ship down and tilts it just so for Drax to have a smooth landing as Star-Lord does a flyby. "Have at it!" 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares Starts moving forwards from those lines of hallowed dead as the last of the evacuations seem to proceed. While many would think his job is done? He's War incarnate. He LOVES to fight. So, with a smile on his face, he lifts a hand towards the sky and thunderous lightning comes to his hands....and in one movement, he lets all that divine lightning channel through his body before he unleashes it at the horde in front of him, making a straight path as it annihilates a great number of footsoldiers and one of the dragons that flies in the sky. The only good thing Ares ever got from his scumbag of a father, Zeus. But, beating other gods (but not killing them) has it's perks when they live up to the bet. He makes his way forward even still, sword and mace in hand as he weaves a bloody and firy path in an attempt to get to Sindr...though it's gonna take Ares a while, since he's enjoying cutting through her army too much. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Power Girl has successfully handled the crowd around her, to some degree- knocking down and flat out shattering the closer demons- leaving, at the moment, only the larger and largest of beasts. This is where she shines- as the strength of a Kryptonian in sunlight is almost, if not impossible, to beat.     She pushes off with a rush of bistering wind, the sound snapping like a twig at her efforts. Even though she practically, if not literally, plows through one of the larger monsters... There seems to be something off about this. The horse seems almost endless, and that is something Power Girl cannot necessarily abide. Eventually, the smog will blot out the local star, and that will put her on a timer.     Her attention shifts, the heat rising from her suit and arms- almost blistering, and some of it can be felt. She's sweating- which tells her enough about the nature of the army here. Leaving Ares to do the crowd control- because he seems to be enjoying it- she takes off towards the mountain. Where the ship seemed to be headed- where Ares was cutting a swath towards, and where seemed to be the epicenter of this all.     She hits the ground around the time that Drax will- having noticed Sindr long after the Milano's approach. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax leaps free of the Milano, tumbling...well, not exactly gracefully, but he does land on his feet, pretty much, with his daggers drawn and muscles straining as he prepares to face off with this mysterious 'baddie'. "Hello, fire monster! You're going to learn that not everything in this part of the universe burns! At least not at normal temperatures. If you can go higher than that, I might, I'm not really sure, but we might find out and if I do burn, I'm going to be very angry and punch my dagger through your face with a great deal of speed. Also, there is a flying woman approaching and an Earth knight, whatever that is. So, you should surrender now! Or don't because I would like to fight you. EITHER WAY!" 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr strides casually toward Drax, her tail swishing slowly back and forth. "Hello, green man." she says in an amused tone, smiling at he who wishes to fight her. "If you would like to fight me, I will fight you. But is that all you hope to accomplish? It will not stop my claiming this system as mine. It will not stop those that knight protected from fleeing the planet. It will not stop me, or my hordes. And it will not stop your friend in that ship from getting mauled by that dragon over there. And yeah, there's a really big dragon flying after the Milano right now; the blasted thing is fast and maneuverable, and shooting gout after gout of fire at the ship." An eye is kept on the rapidly approaching Kryptonian, ready to defend herself from multiple vectors. Ares, below, is not entirely heeded at this time; he's having too much fun anyway, even if his progress is a bit more rapid than a mortal could possibly make. "So what do you hope to gain from fighting me?" she asks again, returning her attention to Drax. She towers over him at twelve feet, but she remains close enough to speak normally, and far enough that he has to close a gap to lay hand on her. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' After sending a massive number of demons to early graves, a black blur soars into the sky! he reaches such speeds that the sky almost seems to crack from the sound of things. Eventually, Ares lands //hard//on that mountaintop, standing up slowly with weapons in his hands. Crimson eyes stare forward at the hordes that try to stop him...but, his trip just got shorter, even if he has a small ways before he gets to Sindr and the others. Mostly Because he wants to fight some more. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Power Girl can hear Sindr speak. When she arrives, with a heavy slam on the top of the mountain mere paces away, she starts speaking. "We hear that a lot." she begins, strolling forward with all of the confidence in the galaxy. "I tend to feel like it's a bluff. I'm pretty sure if we beat you right back where you came from, your whole thing here ends. Even if it doesn't..." she shrugs, then. By now, she's standing as close to Sindr as Drax is.     "This'll probably still feel -really- good." 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax grins, "The yellow-haired woman in the tight clothes is right! It would be nice if you just admitted we will beat you senseless, but you never do, so we probably just have to do it. Because that's what we do. Well, it's what I do. I don't know her. I'm DRAX!" he says, shouting in her direction. "That's Quill. He likes to be called Star-Lord, even though that name is stupid. He's flying the ship. And I don't know that guy!" he says, gesturing towards Ares. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "I promise you, it won't. My forces will remain, and need to be fought and routed as any military would." Sindr replies. A gesture to her left, where the people Ares protected are being routed and escaping, then a gesture to her right, where there is a /much/ more effective and decisive war going on, spanning a much larger area, "As you can see, it's not small." "Since we're making introductions, I am Sindr, Daughter of Surtur and Queen of Muspelheim." she says then. "I am pleased to meet such noble, and yes I admit apparently powerful warriors. The man on his way, I might defeat with difficulty. Any of you... Well, I just don't know. All of you together." She shrugs. "Anyway, how are you called?" she asks Power Girl. Finally, she reveals, "And that..." she says, pointing at the man making his way toward her, "...is Ares, the War God." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' As the group apparently made introductions, Ares leaps into the mountaintop and lands hard enough to break the ground. he wore full-body, pitch black armor except for anything over or on his head. that long, tattered cape flowing from his shoulders as he looks at all present. "Sindr." he looked ready for another fight, even if his eyes find Power Girl and Drax, wondering if they are his enemies as well. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Power Girl takes a moment, looking to one side, then the other, as Sindr monologues for a moment. There's a quiet to her demeanor, an altogether nonplussed and unimpressed expression- as if this was an everyday occurrence. It... Kinda was, admittedly.     "So what you're saying is, we oughta do this fast."     The draw back on the following punch was swift, and there was a great deal of proper technique to it. Of all the Kryptonians, Power Girl probably has the meanest right cross- and it's headed straight for Sindr's midriff.     Punchiest Kryptonian indeed. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax raises an eyebrow, "Muspelheim? That sounds like a soup. I'm pretty sure that's a soup." And then Power Girl is throwing a punch and Drax is running in behind her to throw one of his own, "My turn!" he yells, charging in with what intends to be a clothesline across Sindr's body if she ducks to the side of Power Girl's punch. Of course, if she jumps to the other side, he will just be running by her quickly with his arm held out, but that's how it goes. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Ares." Sindr replies easily, letting the man make up his own mind about whom he decides to fight. Notably, she does /not/ try to dodge the blow from Power Girl; it is braced for, with enough give in the giantess' stance to absorb some of the shock, and let the armor and her inherent durability do the rest. She /is/ Surturs daughter and Heir, after all, so she's far from a pushover. She skidded back, so she didn't move into Drax's path the way he might have intended. Instead, she flicks a fiery dagger at his face and sticks her tail in his path to see if he trips over it. Another is flung at Power Girl. Ooo, scary magic fire daggers! Mind, these daggers are giant sized, so.... 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares watches the battle begin, though he seems to stay where he is. His eyes taking notice of who is fighting who...only for Power Girl and Drax to make the first move. Why does Ares do nothing for right now? Well, the answer is simple. He's feeding off of the violence, and he turns to watch as the civilian ships leave the planet. He likely has more worshippers now because of his honest actions, though he glances back to the group. His task was finished...and he already told Sindr during the parley that he didn't wish to fight her. and so he won't. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Unluckily for Sindr- who probably isn't going to have the easiest time fending off the two of them together already- Power Girl is taking this quite seriously. This means that there isn't the.... Normal game of footsies. The plying of strength and speed and the caution not to shatter a city's worth of buildings just by flying through it too quickly.     In a blur of movement, Power Girl is just a few feet to the side- unwilling to play around with a seemingly conjured dagger of fire. It reeks of magic to her, after all.     The dagger goes flying by, and Power Girl pays it little mind beyond that- instead accelerating heavily towards Sindr.     This hit is a sweeping left hook, delivered at just under the speed of sound. Part of this is a test- to see just how quickly Sindr can react, and just how much the giant woman can take. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax ducks the dagger but does trip over the tail. That doesn't mean he's dumb, he's just narrow-minded. Like a charging rhino sort of thing. Only green. He at least rolls with the fall, pulling himself up again and giving a grunt of irritation, "I hate it when they have extra limbs," he mutters, this time turning and leaping into the air, drawing his daggers and preparing to drive them right into said tail. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Well Sindr can apparently move pretty fast as it stands. She's big, but she's not ridiculously slow. She takes a step back, which in her case is not inconsiderable when talking about close combat distances. Drax, bless his heart, starts out with the best intentions of stab-it-ing Sindr's tail, but she reaches out to snatch him from the air and thrust him in the path of Power Girl's blow. No tail for Drax. And then there's insult to injury - she breathes fire. Whether it catches, let alone burns either of them is another matter altogether. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares starts to walk away. Let the heroes do their work. After all, he fulfilled his promise to the people of this planet. That, and Drax and Power Girl were more than a match for the Queen of Musphelheim. But, he'll keep an eye on the situation in the event that they cannot take the fire demon queen out. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Most things tend to happen to Power Girl in slow-motion. The flung Drax, though, is timed just right that at her speed, all she can really -do- is pull her punch. It's still coming, but there's a momentary pause that means the momentum of her strike isn't going to be... Quite as devastating. She can't really spare Drax the attention- and hopefully, if he's competing on this level, he's not going to be completely destroyed by said hit.     The flurry of movement changes gears, splitting the sound barrier with a deafening crack- the noise of which will hit the ears of those present well -after- Power Girl's next maneuver. The fire is quite smart- the magic nature of it has Power Girl looking to find a new avenue of attack, which makes her... Well, really predictable. Specifically- Drax had gone for the tail before, and since PG couldn't risk going for Sindr's front, she has to go for the rear... But, she's not without her own tricks.     The attack from the rear is a feint of sorts- meant to look like she's going to shoulder-check the giant. The feint of it is that Power Girl is expecting the tail- which she's ready to catch. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax can, indeed, take the hit, although he can take it a lot better since PG pulled it than if he took her full Kryptonian strength right in his hibungus (technical anatomy term). Still, it hurts like hell and it hurts a lot more than anything has hurt him in a long time so he still lets out a savage wail as it's hit with that blow, "OH WOW YOU ARE STRONG!" he yells as he feels the impact smacking him back. He would do a move of his own, but, y'know, he goes mostly limp, enough that Sindr drops him with the presumption that he's out of commission. Which he isn't. Well, not entirely. But that's gonna leave a mark. Ouch. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Almost a pity, in Sindr's mind, the green man didn't go flying into the distance - but then, what is this? A comic book? Probably to her regret shortly, she does have enough arrogance to just leave the man lying there without further molestation. Unfortunately for Power Girl, having a tail means that one is quite aware of how vulnerable to attack it is. Having a father like Surtur means that one is more than likely /painfully/ aware that it can be used against oneself. Sindr's tactic is, instead of using the tail - especially considering Power Girl's strength - to abruptly conjure a fiery spear pointing at the Kryptonian. It's a long spear; long enough that whether shoulder blocking or going for the tail, Power Girl risks impalement rushing in. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' It should also be noted that Sindr does not turn around; she is glancing over her shoulder, with the spear jutting behind her at Power Girl. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     Truthfully, Power Girl is fast enough that had she known Sindr was capable of this particular tactic, she'd have been able to change tactic. Doing so would risk Drax's safety- because pushing beyond Mach X in atmosphere can get dangerous for everyone but herself- but she'd be physically -capable.- Sadly, while she -is- fast enough, she is not -psychic- enough.     However, a snap decision is made at that point- a light twist to spare her vital organs, and an internal prayer hoping that her suit holds, and Power Girl keeps going all-in. A fair chunk over the speed of sound, and through the bite of pain that is more intense than she's happy with... Power Girl delivers another right cross, aimed directly at the base of the giant's spine- The kind of strike that'd create a terrifying shockwave of its own...     And from which Power Girl isn't going to be directly standing. The spear's conjured blade bites into her side, tearing open her suit and spilling a generous helping of bright red Kryptonian essence onto the mountaintop. It doesn't look to be fatal, but it certainly isn't feeling nice, as the powerful blonde staggers to a skidding knee post-punch. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax pulls himself face first from the dirt, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. He looks up to see the two figures in conflict, Power Girl gushing blood from a wound. Part of him at least has the sense not to yell at the sight of it, since Sindr is obviously a little distracted by all the grievous wounding and such. He still isn't quite 100 percent but that's never stopped him before as he flings himself forward to throw a hard chop block with his shoulder, trying to drive it into Sindr's knee and help take down her foundation. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Ker-POW. To be honest, there's a lot of thundering and rumbling at this point, which really started with the first sonic boom that Power Girl evoked on the mountaintop due to the avalanches that start on the nearby mountains as well as this one. Lots of rocks, plenty of destruction below which does nothing to inhabitants unless some one decided to take refuge in the mountains, which would not be wise. Sindr is definitely stunned for a moment by Power Girl's attack, as getting hit with that much power tends to cause problems! Then comes Drax, hammering into her knee. All this illicits a growl - a pained one - from the giantess. "Indeed you are powerful! Absolutely /wonderful/!" she cries, sounding elated even in spite of the pain. In spite of her armor cracking noticably. With that one leg driven back, Sindr's foundation isn't the best - even so she reaches out to snatch Drax up by his head - well sized for her hand - to use him as a bludgeon to smack Power Girl with a backhand swing. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     There is always a risk when fighting Kryptonians. It's mostly a risk in regards to what state you're going to put them in. A fight is easiest against her kind when the fight is going well for them- but if you make a Kryptonian desperate, or angry... Then the scales tend to shift. Not always, but... Usually. Power Girl had figured she landed a rather impressive blow, at the cost of cutting herself open. She figured that'd stagger Sindr for longer- but no such mercy.     Worse still, Sindr's injuries are a little less daunting than Power Girl's, and she's able to pick up Drax and treat him like a billy club. Striking her with Drax may be worse for Drax than anything else, but that doesn't mean that the blonde doesn't go flying, rolling partway with the strike so as not to be an immovable object to the Draxbludgeon's Relatively Stoppable Force.     She hits the ground and rolls for half a moment, but when she lifts her head, her eyes aren't... Comforting, anymore. They glow with a burning fury- an anger barely restrained, the kind of reckless cutting loose that only happens so rarely. No civilians at risk. Drax is tough. Sindr can probably take a few hits.     Once again the sound of her sonic boom will hit Sindr and Drax's ears long after Power Girl does. This time, though, it's not a close race. She outpaces the sound of her assault by a factor of seven, her initial impact aiming to be right at Sindr's core. This hit is a Mach-Speed Haymaker, meant to stagger Sindr so that Power Girl can follow up with a truly incredible hammerfist- the sheer amount of physical strength she's putting into these hits is approaching the level that could shatter the crust of the planet they're standing on.     It is reckless, and it is furious, and Power Girl is figuring that Sindr won't last long under its weathering- all she has to do is keep connecting. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax twists around in that grip after he's used as a bludgeon against Power Girl, his legs flailing out as he's whipped. He manages to get free just as Power Girl starts to charge. Realizing that Sindr might be fast enough to avoid even that speed of a sh ot, he makes sure she takes PG's blow by cause a distraction, driving his daggers into the fire demon's wrist while literally screaming "LOOK AT ME RIGHT NOW I AM STABBING YOU!" at the top of his rather impressive lungs. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The screaming... well, let's just say the distraction works for one reason or another. Sindr is definitely stabbed and there is definitely a growl of pain, but all that gets interrupted. First, Sindr's armor is finally shattered with that first blow from Power Girl. It finishes cracking and just flat flies apart! Sindr isn't able to defend against this, or the next blow that comes. She does, however, burst into flames. FWOOOM! Now, whether it was fast enough to catch Power Girl at all remains to be seen, because the dust hasn't quite settled yet. When it does, there's a rather large molten rock pool where Sindr was. The mountain is trembling. There are peals of thunder in the air and shockwaves that are flowing outward. It's bad enough for anyone caught in them, but worse on the backlash that'll come eventually. The winds... won't be favorable for a while. 

:'''{{#var:32|Power Girl (32)}} has posed:'''     The world is officially matriculated- everything is in slow motion, as Power Girl temporarily works her speed more than her physical power. She has sent Sindr fleeing, to some extent- a thing that she does not necessarily understand. She's not the mystic type, to be fair, so she isn't going to be following. The message has, for now, been sent- either that, or Sindr is dead.     In the space of a second or so, Power Girl turns from the flaming woman- outrunning the plasma with some level of hyper-focus in order to move to, catch, and then pull Drax out of the range of whatever heated explosion is going to occur. In her hands, Drax is essentially weightless, and soon after she's pulled him out- assuming he does not resist in some way- she sets him down on the mountaintop some distance from the molten slag that is where their opponent was. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax finds himself on a mountaintop suddenly, after a massive explosion, with a beautiful and shapely blond woman hovering over him. He slaps himself across the face a few times. "I am not dead," he says, letting out a whoosh of breath. "I was frightened for a moment. Although you would be a good angel, I think. As long as you don't hit me again. Ow," he says, then bends over and strokes over his bruised ribcage, "You hit like a Skrull whiskey." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' As Sindr promised, while all this has been going on, the war still goes on below. If the people Ares defended have not finished evacuating, they are nearly done. The flying beasts that were caught in the shockwaves have not yet recovered, but when they do, those that survived will take to the air again and join their fellows on the other side of the mountain. Those remaining on the ground will continue to raid and pillage, in spite of having no one to slaughter. On the other side of the mountain, the war rages on ferociously. The nation to the north is losing, and there are other lands on this world that are likewise afflicted. Routing them all will take... well, lots of effort. Sindr may have lost the battle... but, has she won the war for this planet? 
}}

Burning Host Invasion Pt 1

2018-10-25T17:00:36Z

Elkantar:

{{Cutscene Header
|Date of Scene=2018/10/24
|Location=Space
|Tinyplot=Burning Host Invasion
|Synopsis=Raethon III calls for help.
|Cast of Characters=1817
}}
Over the radio waves on the fringes of Sector 2814, just as easily missed or found:
 
"...nation of Raethon Three... being invaded... beings of fire... burning everything... request immediate help!"
 
The message, broken as it is, repeats for a couple of hours and then is cut short. While it's unclear who they expected to come to their aid, the signal is easily caught and passed along by whomever happens to be nearby.
 
OOC: If you'd like to investigate, please @mail or page Sindr.

5633/Flames of War

2018-10-25T16:46:34Z

Elkantar:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/10/23
|Location=Space
|Tinyplot=Burning Host Invasion
|Synopsis=Sindr invades Raethon III, runs into Ares
|Cast of Characters=1817, 340
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The Fringes of Sector 2814, Planet Something or Other where Sindr stands atop a mountain, in the guise of something approximating a tall human with slight demonic features, gazing down on some civilizations below. There is no one with her at this time - her minions tend to blather on so and if it weren't for her ignoring most of what they say, she'd never get any productive thinking done in their presence. Still, this is not the time for that. Below, there are more than a couple of large valleys, most teeming with civilization. This world is rich in resources, which she intends to plunder along with its population. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' On this planet, a warrior in pitch black armor engraved with rams on the chest, pauldrons, and gauntlets. a tattered cloak with fur around the neck falls to the floor, he wears no helmet, though his eyes stare to the mountains where the fire demons await. Ares was evacuating the city. one of many. Does he intend to fight alone? It certainly would not be the first time. His eyes lock with Sindr's as he starts to walk up the mountain, no weapons on his person as of yet, but clearly the God of War sought some kind of Audience with Queen Sindr. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr doesn't appear to either; but then, someone of her power and skill doesn't have to carry them about like a plebian to arm themselves swiftly and efficiently. She is patient in waiting for the God of War - it's not like either of them are running short of it, after all - and by the time he arrives she is present in all her splendor. He is no mere manling, after all. Even taller, horns showing, flames engulfing her. "Ares." The way his name gets spoken bears recognition, and the smile she wears is confident - haughty even - as ever, but not without some hint of respect. "I had wondered who'd show up first." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' The God of War eventually arrived in front of Cinder. he himself was about 6'4" tall in his Godly form, looking slightly up at Sindr, A smile on his face. "Sindr. You look well. I'm sorry about your father." No, he wasn't really, but respect given is respect returned. "I already know your intentions. I don't want to fight you, but I will. If any of the other Olympians arrived, it would be an easy victory for you." Ares smiles then. He is the God of War after all. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The Queen of Cinders inclines her head, accepting the gesture about her father for what it is. No doubt she admired her sire, but grief isn't something she has the heart or the luxury for anyway. "I would enjoy war with you, Ares, worthy opponent that you'd be. It would be counter to my purpose, I think." She takes a step toward the vista below. "I don't suppose you'd join me instead." she says, a moment later. "I have need of their resources, their... science. Theirs and others and more. There'd be bloodshed a-plenty, sacrifices enough for both of us to slake our desires. I wouldn't even mind if you spurred both sides, as long as it didn't de-rail what I'm after." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares almost forced a smile. Almost. Though he shakes his head. "While I may find myself playing sides, as it were, my intention is to prevent your advance until the people can get off world. I hear their prayers." Though he does smile. "But, we will see. I have not faced a creature of flame in quite some time." a large battleax with godly energies fueling it appears in his hand. "I pray we do not face each other on the battlefield. I would hate to kill you." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Well." Sindr says with a sigh. "That's inconvenient." The giantess turns, facing Ares once again. There's a smile, "We will cross that bridge only should we reach it. Now, how many do you intend to save? Surely not everyone on this world pays you homage." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' "Indeed it is." There is a small look of regret on Ares's face, but he does give her a nod. "As many as I can, preferably. you may take the nation to the north without resistance from me. they scourge the gods and believe themselves superior. I have no desire to defend them." Seems he is here to defend those who pay heed to divinity. "Attempt to take those who have adherent faith, and your forces will meet their end at my hand." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr takes a couple of steps away and to the side, wondering aloud, "I am of course willing to make those accommodations, but what are we trading on here, Ares? Our past cordials? Are there considerations to be owed? How shall I tell one fleshling from another?" She looks over her shoulder at Ares then, one flaming brow arched higher than the other. "I mean, if this were properly negotiated, I could allow your adherents to march with mine and enjoy mutual rewards. Muspel flames set for your worshippers to sacrifice the bodies of the slain to your glory. There would be little need for them to flee their homes." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares seems to chuckle rather faintly. "You are trying rather hard to avoid fighting me, arn't you? I am the God of War, not negotiations. If you want that, find my sister." of course, to that he references Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Knowledge. "Though, I must admit. You're offer is tempting. Perhaps we shall see how the first day goes, hm?" Ares offers that much, standing tall and defiant against the Queen of Cinders, whom he was once close to. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr's response is quite serious in tone, "Hardly. I would gladly go to war with you, as I said earlier, but it would consume time better spent on my current desires. It is much more in my favor to have you on my side, now. We can always battle one another some other time, some other world." She takes on that more human form, looking at him eye to eye. "It helps that I find you far more agreeable than those flaming Asgardians." There's a tiny smile at that, and she looks below again. "To the north, you say? Easily done; I shall redirect my efforts there, while you decide whether your people shall continue to flee, or gird for war." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares seems to chuckle softly, but nods appreciatively. "Asgardians are not people you can normally negotiate with. I found that out the fun way during the Olympian-Asgardian War. Regardless of this, thank you for accepting my offer." He smiles. "I will accept that time. I don't want to fight you unless I must. Are we not friends?' he says with a hint of amusement in his tone. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr merely looks at him, and one might think for a moment there is a flicker of incredulity in the expression she wears... but she is the daughter of Surtur. Surely not her, right? She looks over the other side of the mountain, which shields the valleys below from her war. There, the lands are ablaze, and beings pour through a large gateway purified for her invasion by Muspelfire, brought into being by her Will, and rendered lasting by the construction of an archway. "Friends." she repeats with no emotion attached to the word, a foreign concept most likely, given her father, given her rearing. It's left there, that word, hanging between them. 
}}

Burning Host

2018-10-25T16:26:23Z

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5633/Flames of War

2018-10-25T16:23:56Z

Elkantar:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/10/23
|Location=Unknown
|Synopsis=Sindr invades Raethon III, runs into Ares
|Cast of Characters=1817, 340
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The Fringes of Sector 2814, Planet Something or Other where Sindr stands atop a mountain, in the guise of something approximating a tall human with slight demonic features, gazing down on some civilizations below. There is no one with her at this time - her minions tend to blather on so and if it weren't for her ignoring most of what they say, she'd never get any productive thinking done in their presence. Still, this is not the time for that. Below, there are more than a couple of large valleys, most teeming with civilization. This world is rich in resources, which she intends to plunder along with its population. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' On this planet, a warrior in pitch black armor engraved with rams on the chest, pauldrons, and gauntlets. a tattered cloak with fur around the neck falls to the floor, he wears no helmet, though his eyes stare to the mountains where the fire demons await. Ares was evacuating the city. one of many. Does he intend to fight alone? It certainly would not be the first time. His eyes lock with Sindr's as he starts to walk up the mountain, no weapons on his person as of yet, but clearly the God of War sought some kind of Audience with Queen Sindr. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr doesn't appear to either; but then, someone of her power and skill doesn't have to carry them about like a plebian to arm themselves swiftly and efficiently. She is patient in waiting for the God of War - it's not like either of them are running short of it, after all - and by the time he arrives she is present in all her splendor. He is no mere manling, after all. Even taller, horns showing, flames engulfing her. "Ares." The way his name gets spoken bears recognition, and the smile she wears is confident - haughty even - as ever, but not without some hint of respect. "I had wondered who'd show up first." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' The God of War eventually arrived in front of Cinder. he himself was about 6'4" tall in his Godly form, looking slightly up at Sindr, A smile on his face. "Sindr. You look well. I'm sorry about your father." No, he wasn't really, but respect given is respect returned. "I already know your intentions. I don't want to fight you, but I will. If any of the other Olympians arrived, it would be an easy victory for you." Ares smiles then. He is the God of War after all. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The Queen of Cinders inclines her head, accepting the gesture about her father for what it is. No doubt she admired her sire, but grief isn't something she has the heart or the luxury for anyway. "I would enjoy war with you, Ares, worthy opponent that you'd be. It would be counter to my purpose, I think." She takes a step toward the vista below. "I don't suppose you'd join me instead." she says, a moment later. "I have need of their resources, their... science. Theirs and others and more. There'd be bloodshed a-plenty, sacrifices enough for both of us to slake our desires. I wouldn't even mind if you spurred both sides, as long as it didn't de-rail what I'm after." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares almost forced a smile. Almost. Though he shakes his head. "While I may find myself playing sides, as it were, my intention is to prevent your advance until the people can get off world. I hear their prayers." Though he does smile. "But, we will see. I have not faced a creature of flame in quite some time." a large battleax with godly energies fueling it appears in his hand. "I pray we do not face each other on the battlefield. I would hate to kill you." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Well." Sindr says with a sigh. "That's inconvenient." The giantess turns, facing Ares once again. There's a smile, "We will cross that bridge only should we reach it. Now, how many do you intend to save? Surely not everyone on this world pays you homage." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' "Indeed it is." There is a small look of regret on Ares's face, but he does give her a nod. "As many as I can, preferably. you may take the nation to the north without resistance from me. they scourge the gods and believe themselves superior. I have no desire to defend them." Seems he is here to defend those who pay heed to divinity. "Attempt to take those who have adherent faith, and your forces will meet their end at my hand." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr takes a couple of steps away and to the side, wondering aloud, "I am of course willing to make those accommodations, but what are we trading on here, Ares? Our past cordials? Are there considerations to be owed? How shall I tell one fleshling from another?" She looks over her shoulder at Ares then, one flaming brow arched higher than the other. "I mean, if this were properly negotiated, I could allow your adherents to march with mine and enjoy mutual rewards. Muspel flames set for your worshippers to sacrifice the bodies of the slain to your glory. There would be little need for them to flee their homes." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares seems to chuckle rather faintly. "You are trying rather hard to avoid fighting me, arn't you? I am the God of War, not negotiations. If you want that, find my sister." of course, to that he references Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Knowledge. "Though, I must admit. You're offer is tempting. Perhaps we shall see how the first day goes, hm?" Ares offers that much, standing tall and defiant against the Queen of Cinders, whom he was once close to. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr's response is quite serious in tone, "Hardly. I would gladly go to war with you, as I said earlier, but it would consume time better spent on my current desires. It is much more in my favor to have you on my side, now. We can always battle one another some other time, some other world." She takes on that more human form, looking at him eye to eye. "It helps that I find you far more agreeable than those flaming Asgardians." There's a tiny smile at that, and she looks below again. "To the north, you say? Easily done; I shall redirect my efforts there, while you decide whether your people shall continue to flee, or gird for war." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares seems to chuckle softly, but nods appreciatively. "Asgardians are not people you can normally negotiate with. I found that out the fun way during the Olympian-Asgardian War. Regardless of this, thank you for accepting my offer." He smiles. "I will accept that time. I don't want to fight you unless I must. Are we not friends?' he says with a hint of amusement in his tone. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr merely looks at him, and one might think for a moment there is a flicker of incredulity in the expression she wears... but she is the daughter of Surtur. Surely not her, right? She looks over the other side of the mountain, which shields the valleys below from her war. There, the lands are ablaze, and beings pour through a large gateway purified for her invasion by Muspelfire, brought into being by her Will, and rendered lasting by the construction of an archway. "Friends." she repeats with no emotion attached to the word, a foreign concept most likely, given her father, given her rearing. It's left there, that word, hanging between them. 
}}

5633/Flames of War

2018-10-25T16:23:26Z

Elkantar: Sindr invades Raethon III, runs into Ares

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/10/23
|Location=Unknown
|Synopsis=Summary needed
|Cast of Characters=1817, 340
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The Fringes of Sector 2814, Planet Something or Other where Sindr stands atop a mountain, in the guise of something approximating a tall human with slight demonic features, gazing down on some civilizations below. There is no one with her at this time - her minions tend to blather on so and if it weren't for her ignoring most of what they say, she'd never get any productive thinking done in their presence. Still, this is not the time for that. Below, there are more than a couple of large valleys, most teeming with civilization. This world is rich in resources, which she intends to plunder along with its population. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' On this planet, a warrior in pitch black armor engraved with rams on the chest, pauldrons, and gauntlets. a tattered cloak with fur around the neck falls to the floor, he wears no helmet, though his eyes stare to the mountains where the fire demons await. Ares was evacuating the city. one of many. Does he intend to fight alone? It certainly would not be the first time. His eyes lock with Sindr's as he starts to walk up the mountain, no weapons on his person as of yet, but clearly the God of War sought some kind of Audience with Queen Sindr. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr doesn't appear to either; but then, someone of her power and skill doesn't have to carry them about like a plebian to arm themselves swiftly and efficiently. She is patient in waiting for the God of War - it's not like either of them are running short of it, after all - and by the time he arrives she is present in all her splendor. He is no mere manling, after all. Even taller, horns showing, flames engulfing her. "Ares." The way his name gets spoken bears recognition, and the smile she wears is confident - haughty even - as ever, but not without some hint of respect. "I had wondered who'd show up first." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' The God of War eventually arrived in front of Cinder. he himself was about 6'4" tall in his Godly form, looking slightly up at Sindr, A smile on his face. "Sindr. You look well. I'm sorry about your father." No, he wasn't really, but respect given is respect returned. "I already know your intentions. I don't want to fight you, but I will. If any of the other Olympians arrived, it would be an easy victory for you." Ares smiles then. He is the God of War after all. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' The Queen of Cinders inclines her head, accepting the gesture about her father for what it is. No doubt she admired her sire, but grief isn't something she has the heart or the luxury for anyway. "I would enjoy war with you, Ares, worthy opponent that you'd be. It would be counter to my purpose, I think." She takes a step toward the vista below. "I don't suppose you'd join me instead." she says, a moment later. "I have need of their resources, their... science. Theirs and others and more. There'd be bloodshed a-plenty, sacrifices enough for both of us to slake our desires. I wouldn't even mind if you spurred both sides, as long as it didn't de-rail what I'm after." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares almost forced a smile. Almost. Though he shakes his head. "While I may find myself playing sides, as it were, my intention is to prevent your advance until the people can get off world. I hear their prayers." Though he does smile. "But, we will see. I have not faced a creature of flame in quite some time." a large battleax with godly energies fueling it appears in his hand. "I pray we do not face each other on the battlefield. I would hate to kill you." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' "Well." Sindr says with a sigh. "That's inconvenient." The giantess turns, facing Ares once again. There's a smile, "We will cross that bridge only should we reach it. Now, how many do you intend to save? Surely not everyone on this world pays you homage." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' "Indeed it is." There is a small look of regret on Ares's face, but he does give her a nod. "As many as I can, preferably. you may take the nation to the north without resistance from me. they scourge the gods and believe themselves superior. I have no desire to defend them." Seems he is here to defend those who pay heed to divinity. "Attempt to take those who have adherent faith, and your forces will meet their end at my hand." 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr takes a couple of steps away and to the side, wondering aloud, "I am of course willing to make those accommodations, but what are we trading on here, Ares? Our past cordials? Are there considerations to be owed? How shall I tell one fleshling from another?" She looks over her shoulder at Ares then, one flaming brow arched higher than the other. "I mean, if this were properly negotiated, I could allow your adherents to march with mine and enjoy mutual rewards. Muspel flames set for your worshippers to sacrifice the bodies of the slain to your glory. There would be little need for them to flee their homes." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares seems to chuckle rather faintly. "You are trying rather hard to avoid fighting me, arn't you? I am the God of War, not negotiations. If you want that, find my sister." of course, to that he references Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Knowledge. "Though, I must admit. You're offer is tempting. Perhaps we shall see how the first day goes, hm?" Ares offers that much, standing tall and defiant against the Queen of Cinders, whom he was once close to. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr's response is quite serious in tone, "Hardly. I would gladly go to war with you, as I said earlier, but it would consume time better spent on my current desires. It is much more in my favor to have you on my side, now. We can always battle one another some other time, some other world." She takes on that more human form, looking at him eye to eye. "It helps that I find you far more agreeable than those flaming Asgardians." There's a tiny smile at that, and she looks below again. "To the north, you say? Easily done; I shall redirect my efforts there, while you decide whether your people shall continue to flee, or gird for war." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:''' Ares seems to chuckle softly, but nods appreciatively. "Asgardians are not people you can normally negotiate with. I found that out the fun way during the Olympian-Asgardian War. Regardless of this, thank you for accepting my offer." He smiles. "I will accept that time. I don't want to fight you unless I must. Are we not friends?' he says with a hint of amusement in his tone. 

:'''{{#var:1817|Sindr (1817)}} has posed:''' Sindr merely looks at him, and one might think for a moment there is a flicker of incredulity in the expression she wears... but she is the daughter of Surtur. Surely not her, right? She looks over the other side of the mountain, which shields the valleys below from her war. There, the lands are ablaze, and beings pour through a large gateway purified for her invasion by Muspelfire, brought into being by her Will, and rendered lasting by the construction of an archway. "Friends." she repeats with no emotion attached to the word, a foreign concept most likely, given her father, given her rearing. It's left there, that word, hanging between them. 
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Burning Host Invasion Pt 1

2018-10-24T20:13:02Z

Elkantar:

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|Date of Scene=2018/10/24
|Location=Space
|Synopsis=Raethon III calls for help.
|Cast of Characters=1817
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Over the radio waves on the fringes of Sector 2814, just as easily missed or found:
 
"...nation of Raethon Three... being invaded... beings of fire... burning everything... request immediate help!"
 
The message, broken as it is, repeats for a couple of hours and then is cut short. While it's unclear who they expected to come to their aid, the signal is easily caught and passed along by whomever happens to be nearby.
 
OOC: If you'd like to investigate, please @mail or page Sindr.