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Hela

2018-12-09T04:12:47Z

SerraKeto:

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|NameOnMUSH=Hela
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1259
|Img=https://bit.ly/2ATjqjQ
|FullName=Hela Odinsdottir
|Gender=Female
|Species=Asgardian
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=VFC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Queen of Hel; Goddess of Death
|Citizenship=Kingdom of Asgard
|Residence=Hel; Niflheim
|Education=Privately Tutored
|Groups=[[Pantheon Assembly]]
|Quote="I'm not a queen or a monster. I'm the Goddess of Death, what were you the God of again?"
"Whoever I am? Did you listen to a word I said?"
|DOB=BCE
|Height=213 cm
|Weight=226 kg
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Green
|Actor=Cate Blanchett
|Song="You Should See Me In A Crown" by Billie Eilish "The March of the Black Queen" by Queen "Sympathy for the Devil" by The Rolling Stones
|Profile=Hela has been many things, Princess of Asgard, Odin's Executioner, Leader of Asgard's Legions. But most prevailing of all, she is the Goddess of Death and Queen of Hel and Niflheim. Recently released from banishment by Odin, she returns from imprisonment in her realms to find Asgard destroyed and Odin dead. Her return may catch the attention of magic users, practitioners of the occult, and those who deal with the divine. Her own attention will likely be set on the Valkyrior and Valhalla. Curiously, a new cult worshipping death just so happened to have popped up...
|Description=The woman before you strikes a commanding, fearsome presence, standing at about 7'. Her dark green eyes are penetrating; to the point they seem to stare directly into one's soul. She wears an intricate regal headdress, dark green to the point of darkness, consisting of 10 antlers in various sizes and angles, creating a menacing and sharp silhouette. It's something of a mix between unwieldy wear helmet and a twisted, dark crown. Her eyes are adorned with what seems like heavy eye shadow, and her lips are the faintest touch of pink. There's a rather haughty, somewhat icy, quality to her visage.
 
She appears to be dressed in a skin tight dark material, that is somehow detailed like full body armor with green detailing. While the material is clearly not metal, and seems like something of an elaborate body suit, those who are skilled may realize it is otherworldly or at least something not yet seen.
 
Despite the militaristic air of her outfit, it leaves her shoulders bare. A green cape hooks from the back and collar, billowing in an unearthly fashion, almost as if the cape had life of its own. The boots of the outfit appear to have a wedge heel, and look quite sturdy.
 
There is most definitely something eerie about this woman.
|History=Hela started her life as the firstborn of Odin and Frigga, and rightful heir to the Asgard Throne. During the time Odin wasn't the peaceful diplomatic God he would later become, he was a conqueror who sought to build an Asgardian Empire.
 
Hela upon coming of age was appointed Goddess of Death, and made Odin's Executioner. She was given Mjolnir, and they set out on a series of conquests, as Hela would put it, they drowned entire civilizations in blood and tears. She was Odin's weapon, and riding to battle on Fenris, wielding Mjolnir, she was an unstoppable force as Asgard took control of the Nine Realms.
 
But with age, Odin grew wiser, and sought to be a benevolent God to bring the Nine Realms together. He turned his attention from waging war, into weaving diplomatic ties and treaties.
 
Ambitious Hela would not have it, she wanted to continue in conquest until Asgard ruled all that there was. Odin saw she was far too ambitious and bloodthirsty, and with his new ways, altered the meaning of being worthy of Mjolnir. Hela the weapon that was with her throughout their wars, and not only that, she was banished to her own realms, Hel and Niflheim.
 
Livid, Hela tried to escape the imprisonment enforced by Odin. While she was Queen of Hel and Niflheim, she wanted more, and because of her punishment she sought to overthrow Odin. But when she tried to force her way out of Hel, he sent the Valkyries after her. While Hela defeated the Valkyries, fighting viciously, she did lose her goal as Odin joined the fray to seal her in Hel for good. Following that fight, Odin erased Hela from Asgardian history, replacing frescos of her heroic conquests with those celebrating himself and his other children, those who never even knew they had a sister.
 
For several millennia, or more, Hela was forgotten and trapped in Odin's prison. That is until Malekith enacted his wrath on Asgard, managing to not only kill Odin, but destroy Asgard itself. What Malekith didn't realize is that in doing so, he also released Hela from her banishment. But just as she was about to go out and seek her people, the Asgardian, Hela was faced with an upstart who decided that with Odin dead, he could steal away dominion of Hel and Niflheim from Hela. She ultimately reigned supreme, maintaining her sovereignty and finally emerged to find what lies in the wake of Asgard's destruction.
 
The world is much changed. Asgard is no more. Odin is dead. Norse cultured have waned. Faith in the Gods of Asgard was barely existent at all. There was much work to do.
|Personality=Hela was the pride of Odin in the early days, his rightful heir and sole daughter, she was prized for her skills in battle, both commanding and fighting. She was handed Mjolnir, she was given Fenris, and she was Odin's chief weapon in Asgard's conquest of the Nine Realms. Needless to say, Hela is ambitious, confident, and wrathful. She expects to have her way in every situation. She expects to enforce her will. She thinks that she deserves to have her way. Asgard, in her mind, should be above all and by that token, she should be above all Asgardians because eventually Odin decided to stop warmongering and become peaceful. Her ambition proved stronger, but at the same time, she was blind to the wisdom of Odin's forging into a benevolent rule, so full of her hubris.
 
In losing Mjolnir, suddenly no longer worthy, being banished to her realm of Hel and Niflheim, and wiped from Asgard's history, Hela learned of betrayal. She saw her father who used her proudly in conquest, now disavowing her in his peaceful rule of an Empire she helped build. Slighted and hurt, she has become as cold as her realms. Aside for Fenris, now serving more as her pet than her mount for wars, she kept mostly to herself and hid her feelings by focusing on her duty as the Goddess of Death and Queen of Hel and Niflheim. She learned, through her function, to better wield diplomacy and manipulation, having turned her ambition from trying to break from her prison, to instead try and win dominion over Valhalla and the Valkyrior as the Goddess of Death, something she still feel rightfully falls under her jurisdiction.
 
Hela carries herself as a regal Queen, holds herself high among the divine as the Goddess of Death ("what were you the god of again?"), and is willing to suffer or even support those who would give her proper respect. She can be merciful, she can seek to elevate others, but it doesn't happen often.
 
Now with the destruction of Asgard, and the death of Odin, Hela has no ambition for the Asgardian Throne any longer, since unlike Thor, she very much takes Asgard for a place, and in his folly her father banished her and saw it come to ruin. Instead of the throne, she now covets recreating Valhalla in her own realm, and assume control of the Valkyrior, as she continues to preside over the dead and try and restore some of the faith that was lost.
|Abilities='''ALLSPEAK'''
 
As all Asgardians, Hela is also capable of employing Allspeak. The ability to speak all languages used across the Nine Realms. Essentially inclusive all languages, be they of human or alien origin.
 
'''ASGARDIAN'''
 
Asgardians have remarkable superhuman traits based on their physiology, but Hela in particular, being a daughter of Odin Allfather and a member of the royal family of Asgard rates at the upper echelon of Asgardians. Her body is denser, making her harder to injure while at the same time making her weigh more than she appears she would. Her senses are heightened beyond those of mortals, and she is impervious to toxins, disease and other concerns of mortals. This Asgardian Physiology is the source of all of Hela's physical powers, listed for readability as separate +sheet entries: Super Strength, Super Durability, Super Stamina, Super Speed, Super Agility.
 
'''ASTRAL PROJECTION'''
 
Hela is able to communicate with others over great distances by means of using an Astral Projection. She must be in her home realm of Hel in order to use her Astral Projection. She can only use the Astral Projection for communication, she cannot attack or affect anything remotely.
 
'''ILLUSIONS'''
 
While not often in the habit of employing illusions, at least not for fighting, Hela is able to use illusions to disguise herself. This was a good means to hold conversations without others being too afraid to speak, as Hela had quite the reputation while serving as Odin's Executioner. Now, with Asgard destroyed, and Norse cultures barely existing, Hela intends to use the ability to create an alter ego that may stoke a death cult of sort to bring back some worship that is sorely missed.
 
Note: this power is borrowed from Comic version to allow the use of an alter ego, thereby giving a way for Hela to interact with most anyone in the game, even in cases of great disparity in power level. All about RP. All about RP hooks.
 
'''IMMORTALITY'''
 
More a result of being the Goddess of Death, rather than just an Asgardian, Hela does not age. She does not die. She can be bested in battle, but not killed. Unlike other Asgardians, she does not require the golden apples to keep her youthful look. She looks the same coming out of banishment, as she did going in, over several millennia ago. It makes sense for the Goddess of Death to not die. How else is she to keep to her duty of ushering the souls of the dead, whether to Niflheim or Hel in accordance with their deeds and circumstance of death.
 
'''MJOLNIR'''
 
While no longer worthy of Mjolnir, since Odin had his change of heart, becoming a benevolent king instead of a conquering one, Hela was nevertheless the original wielder of Mjolnir--as depicted in the frescos in Asgard's palace before Odin hid them.
 
With Mjolnir in her hand, Hela introduced the Nine Realms to much death and suffering, and she formed a close connection with the hammer that was once her best friend.
 
While she can no longer wield Mjolnir, should Mjolnir ever be cast her way, Hela is able to slow it down and redirect. Whether through power of her own, or the hammer recognizing and remembering their centuries together is debatable.
 
Stipulation: Mjolnir can readily be wielded in battle against Hela, she can only redirect it when it is thrown at her.
 
Note: This was discussed with and consented to by Thor's player.
 
'''NECROBLADES'''
 
Hela is able to manifest obsidian weapons on a whim, from just the one sword for a duel, to multitudes she hurls at foes like a rain of deadly projectiles, to daggers, spears and axes. Hela is also capable of controlling necroblades she created, shaping them out of thin air, and whirling them at surprised opponents. For the most part Hela uses her weapons for the duration of a fight, but she is able to create weapons to gift to those who have her favor, such as a Bloodaxe she once created for Skurge.
 
What's unique about Hela's necroblades is their ability to harm the invulnerable, such as Asgardian Gods. That also includes herself, should someone use a weapon of her own making against her. The Necroblades are considered magical weapons, a result of their creation by the Goddess of Death.
 
Note: the necroblades do not improve one's fighting skills, so if someone unskilled were to be given a necroblade of Hela's making, they may still be easily bested by a better warrior with a wooden sword.
 
'''POWER OF DEATH'''
 
*TP / Staff Approval Only Power. Not for regular RP*
 
As the Goddess of Death, Hela holds power over life and death. With Asgardians, the soul remains inside a dead body until collected by either a Valkyrie for Valhalla, or by Hela if it is bound to Hel or Niflheim.
 
As the Goddess of Death, she can tell when someone's time is up and they're about to die, an essential ability to fulfil her duty. But she can also, though she rarely ever does, use her power to hasten or delay one's time of death.
 
She is a serious Goddess of Death, and respects her duty, as such she is unlikely to ever meddle in the natural cycle of life and death. In fact, she will often seek to go against those who meddle with this balance. But she is the Goddess of Death, and does hold the ability, if she saw fit for some reason that may involve having the very fabric of existence in peril (as she once prolonged Odin's life, saving him from premature death).
 
Note: it cannot be overstated, so this is a repeat of the disclaimer, this is not meant to be used in day to day RP. This is strictly for unique TP / Staff Approval situation in very rare cases where it may serve a plot.
 
'''QUEEN OF HEL'''
 
Much like Magik in her home realm of Limbo, while in Hel, there is little beyond Hela's power. She can shape the very place to her will, create and destroy servants, structures and objects as well as affect the entirety of the realm itself. Hel is the worst place to seek to fight the Goddess of Death.
 
It is this ability that allows her to recreate Valhalla in Hel, something she will seek to do as Valhalla was destroyed with Asgard, and its souls deserve the home they have earned.
Note: As stated, this is only ever in effect in Hel, this does not hold in Niflheim, the other realm under Hela's rule.
 
'''SUPER AGILITY'''
 
There's a reason Hela was Odin's favorite during the period of conquests. Her fluidity, dexterity, balance and coordination was poetry in motion across a battle field. Shifting with precision to evade and block multiple strikes, while felling those who delivered them in the same motion. Her movement akin to a flexible dance, particularly when she takes on multiple foes, such as when Odin sent the Valkyries after her to ensure she remains in Hel.
 
'''SUPER DURABILITY'''
 
Hela as an Asgardian of royal blood is able to withstand and endure great punishment. Blocking spear and sword strikes with her bare hands. She can also withstand extreme temperature from handling flames by hand, and withstand the freezing cold of Niflheim (direct opposite to the fiery Muspelheim).
 
'''SUPER SPEED'''
 
Hela isn't just tireless in a fight, she's extremely fast, and able to shift from defense to strike before a mortal opponent could even register she moved. She could deliver multiple of strikes in the time a mortal would deliver one. With super beings and other gods, it's more even ground.
 
'''SUPER STAMINA'''
 
Hela, along with Odin, was a leading force of Asgard's conquests of the Nine Realms. She is capable of going long battles against endless waves of opponents without tiring.
 
'''SUPER STRENGTH'''
 
Hela is one of the strongest Asgardians, the firstborn of Odin, she is in the ballpark of being capable of going hand to hand with Thor and reach a stalemate. She is well in the realm of godly feats.
 
'''TELEPORTATION'''
 
Hela, the Goddess of Death, is able to teleport in and out of her realm of Hel or Niflheim through a dark green misty portal that she can open at will. Much like Magik, if she wishes to teleport to a different location, she must go through Hel first. Unlike other teleporters, Hela can only teleport herself, not others.
|Skills='''ARCANE LORE'''
 
Hela isn't only about warfare, she also was a great student growing up, always seeking to better herself. In her keen interest in Asgardians Myths and Legends, Hela has amassed a vast knowledge of arcane artifacts. She is able to tell at a glance whether something is fake or the real deal. It takes something special to fool Hela into accepting a trinket as a genuine artifact.
 
'''COMBAT'''
 
Hela is most alive when she is in the thick of battle. There is nothing she yearns for more than a return to that golden age (in her mind) when she served as Odin's Executioner, and the two mercilessly tore through he Nine Realms.
 
Hela feeds of the rush of combat, she knows how to use the surrounding to her advantage, she knows how to handle different weapons, as well as how to fend against different weapons. She excels at fighting against far greater numbers. She is also an excellent judge of talent, and will readily mentor those she feels share her enthusiasm for combat. Given a choice, she prefers swords, but she's proficient in all medieval style weapons. It is modern weapons she is utterly clueless about.
 
'''LEADERSHIP'''
 
Hela, serving as Odin's Executioner, lead legions to war across the Nine Realms. She has fast challenging environments from freezing, to burning, to pitch dark, and more. She is a very capable leader, able to inspire her charges and get the most out of them whether through fervor or inspiring fear. While effective, her style of leadership isn't as complete as Odin would have liked, which is why he eventually dimmed her unworthy and banished her to Hel.
 
'''NECROMANCY'''
 
As one might expect of a Goddess of Death, Hela knows Necromancy. She is familiar with its many applications, spells and rituals, and for the most part carries disdain towards those who would play with the dead. She actually cares for her charges, and takes her role as Goddess of Death very seriously. While herself having power over life and death (+abi Hela/Power of Death), she makes sure to seldom use it if at all, as there's a balance and order of things that must be maintained.
|Resources='''FENRIS'''
 
During her time as Odin's Executioner, Hela rode Fenris the Great Wolf to battle as a mount. After being imprisoned in Hel, Fenris followed his mistress. However in Hel, Fenris mostly serves as Hela's pet and guardian as there are no more conquests. With Asgard destroyed, Fenris cannot venture out of Hela's home realm. But should any attempt to harm Hela within Hel, they may have Fenris to contend with as well.
 
Abilities:
 
Fenris is an Asgardian Great Wolf, he can match the strength of the Incredible Hulk, his powerful jaw allows him to bite the limbs of Asgardian off, as he once did to the god Tyr. Fenris is also gifted with invulnerability, where swords or bullets seem to inflict no harm.
 
Note: Fenris is never to be emitted outside of Hel. Any use of Fenris for combat purposes requires staff approval. For the most part, Fenris is to serve as Hela's pet in RP that occurs within Hel.
 
'''HELL LORDS'''
 
One might be surprised, but the cosmos contains many worlds and therefore many variations of death gods, hell lords and hells. That doesn't mean that Death Gods are not civilized towards one another, in a coalition with the likes of Blackheart, Dormammu, Mephisto and Satannish and others, the Death God make agreements amongst themselves and support one another. As such, it is agreed that Hela's dominion is over Asgardians, and those who worship them. Hela keeps away from subjects under the dominion of other Death Gods. Otherwise there would be chaos, and nobody wants that, do they?
 
'''NIGHTSWORD'''
 
The Nightsword is Hela's Uru made sword, it appears as a regular high quality sword. But when wielded by Hela, it appears to catch a green infernal flame. Despite the rather foreboding effect, the Nightsword doesn't burn, it's only unique magical property is that it can go toe to toe with divine weapons and artifacts without shattering. Allowing Hela to wage war with other gods. It is a weapon she rarely uses, as she is quite fond of using her manifested Necroblades more often than not.
 
'''SUBJECTS'''
 
As the Queen of Hel and Niflheim, Hela rules over the souls residing there, and as her subjects, she may call upon them for different errands. For the most part this has to do with daily duties of ruling over Hel and Niflheim, and mostly aid her in fulfilling her duty as the Goddess of Death.
 
'''THE END'''
 
Coming out of her prison, Hela discovered a modern world, which largely doesn't worship the Asgardian Gods like it used to. The fear and dread the Goddess of Death spread, no longer acknowledged, as many no longer believe in a God or Goddess of Death.
 
To that end, Hela used her illusion casting ability to create herself a human guise. The (not quite) cleverly named Elle Quinn. She's naturally goth in persuasion, owns a night club, which just so happens to have a secret area of worship. The club itself being a cover for a new Death Goddess cult called simply: The End.
 
Finding herself much weaker than she is used to, she seeks to use this cult and the persona of Elle to cultivate some following for herself, and perhaps Asgardian Gods in general. It's not a full time endeavor, but something she feels might make a difference over time. If there's one thing immortals have a lot of it's time.
 
Note: this is largely to provide another mean to generate RP with Hela, even with players who would normally be out of her scope, as Elle Quinn herself is Hela in disguise and any use of her powers may break it. Leaving Elle Quinn to appear as a largely normal human being. Aside for the goth stuff and fascination with death, but there are enough of those as it is. What's another one?
|Weaknesses='''ASGARD'S DEMISE'''
 
While Odin made sure to erase Hela from Asgard's history, hiding the murals and frescos detailing her heroic and blood soaked conquests, she was once one of the most feared beings across the Nine Realms. There were stories back then, that she draws her power from Asgard itself, and as Asgard's Empire grew, so did her powers. While few Asgardians today would have know of it, Hela knows she is much weaker than she was before her imprisonment. To the point that it may well be true. She can no longer challenge a whole realm by her lonesome and expect to overpower all takers, and even in her prime she had Odin by her side. Now it's only her, and nobody else on Asgard appears to be looking for conquests.
 
'''HELL LORDS'''
 
While the agreement Hela made with the other Death Gods and Hell Lords under their coalition of the Hell Lords prevents perpetual fighting between these deities, it also limits the selection of souls that Hela can take to Hel or Niflheim. It also means that of the few people who do worship death, there's a lesser chance those worshippers would choose her over others. This limits the power level she could reach, compared to her height as Odin's Executioner. On Hel, there's nothing she cannot do, but venturing outside of it, she for the most part isn't too different from other Asgardian Gods and it irks her to no end. She considers herself the best of all Asgardian Gods, and yet in the current state of affair, too many of them would force a stalemate or even defeat her if it came to combat.
 
'''KING OF ASGARD'''
 
Hela, firstborn of Odin, considers herself the rightful heir to the Throne of Asgard. Problem is the throne is meaningless without an Asgard. Sure, Thor might buy that 'Asgard is not a place' but Hela deals with authenticities. She draws no power from the New Asgard, it is devoid of what to her made Asgard. As such, she decided to avoid a Throne Succession War with Thor, the new King of Asgard. But that doesn't mean she is happy with the situation, and it may cause her more unrest and stress than it would seem. Having to call her younger brother 'king' or 'majesty' is sickening to her, and she'll avoid it for as long as she can. With any luck, Thor won't be proud enough to demand it of her.
 
'''MODERN TIMES'''
 
Hela was likely one of the most fearsome individuals across the Nine Realms when she served as Odin's Executioner. She mastered every weapon that existed, and every war related skill, to rain down death and torment on Asgard's enemies. She had since been trapped for several millennia in Hel, only recently breaking out of her prison with the death of Odin and the destruction of Asgard.
 
Now there is a modern world out there, with many technologies and habits exhibited by mortals that she does not understand. This introduces some difficulties, particularly when Hela tries to pass herself as human for her own purposes.
 
'''PRIDE'''
 
Hela is nothing if not a proud deity, appeals to her greatness, her importance, or general worship may help sway her opinion this way or that. It's not that she's unable to recognize when someone is trying to manipulate her, as much as she's been imprisoned for so long and devoid access to her worshippers for so long, that she thirst for worship and adoration.
 
'''WRATH'''
 
There is much rage within Hela. Rage for her father's betrayal, when Odin had enough of conquests and turned to peace, imprisoning her in Hel when she refused to change her ways. Rage that poor Fenris is trapped within Hel and cannot come out, as the Bifrost has been destroyed. Rage that Thor is now the King of Asgard and not her. Rage that she has been erased from Asgard's history, with most Asgardians unaware she was imprisoned in Hel all that time, and worse, unaware of the service she has given Asgard in its days of conquests. She tries to keep a cool appearance, she tries to act with reason, but one when ignites Hela's wrath, she may not necessarily think with the clearest of heads and may act erroneously, making all kinds of mistakes she otherwise wouldn't.
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ValHela: The Return of Valhalla

2018-12-09T03:57:20Z

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|Date of Scene=2018/12/08
|Location=Niflheim
|Synopsis=Hela has been given dominion over Valhalla provided she could rebuild it, by Thor, who also agreed to let her have dominion over the Valkyrior should she convince him to accept her willingly. In return Hela recognizes Thor's claim to the throne of Asgard rather than fight him for it. Recreating Valhalla was the first move in these accords on her part.
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After breaking free from her father's banishment and imprisoning spell, Hela had finally ventured free where she wills. In looking for Asgard, she found the construction of New Asgard, and learned that she has brothers: Thor and Loki.

Thor in particular, took claim of the throne of Asgard following the death of Odin. Something that normally wouldn't sit very well with Hela, but circumstances were dire for the people of Asgard. Some feuds were best left aside, and some concessions were to be made, should the Asgardian people not come to complete ruin and arrangements were to be reached.

So it was that she gained permission to reform Valhalla and enlist the Valkyrior to retrieve the lost souls of the worthy.

Standing in the icy, misty realm of Nifleheim, of which she was the undisputed Queen, Hela picks a spot across from her palace. "There," she remarks to Leah, her Handmaiden, "let it be known that none of Niflheim's denizens are to come near, this will now be only for the worthy..."

With Asgard destroyed at Malekith's hands, so was Valhalla destroyed, because proud Odin would situate it there. But with Odin no more, and Hela reaching an accord with Thor, she's now wielding her mastery of her realm as a section becomes clear of all mists. Temperature raises, a shiny sun forms that somehow only lights up that cleared up section. Then the meadow, the trees, the golden halls all rise and form out of nothingness. The home of the Einherjar, the most frequent destination of the Valkyries, it all comes back in all its glory, safe and secluded from the icy mist of the rest of the Niflheim.

Hela takes a deep breath, masking any and all perceived exhaustion, as she moves to take a walk in the renewed Valhalla. When all holds to inspection, she renews her call to the Valkyrior.

One step complete, three more to go...

5901/Hela On Earth: What Happened To Asgard

2018-12-04T02:55:21Z

SerraKeto: Hela breaks free from Odin's prison to find the state of Asgardian things in complete disarray, she also discovers she has brothers, and one of them already claimed the throne.

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|Date of Scene=2018/12/02
|Location=Norway, site of New Asgard
|Synopsis=With Odin's death, and after overcoming a challenge to her throne, Hela breaks free of the spell banishing her to her realms. But instead of Asgard, she arrives in Norway, at the site of New Asgard. She encounters the new King of Asgard, Thor and his brother Loki, the three learning they are all siblings. Lady Sif arrives on scene to help the King. In the end, there's a tacit agreement to avoid a Throne War for the time being, with willingness to get to know more about one another. Perhaps they could come to an arrangement.
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:138|Loki (138)}} has posed:'''     "Sure, sure. Enjoy," Loki rolls his eyes skyward. If they could roll all the way back into his head, they probably would have. His smile is elusive, controlled: whatever is happening, despite his snarking commentary, is well within an area he feels he has power over. He steps forward, neatly straightening the tips of his sleeves at his wrists with a slight additional brush of lint from one of them. Loki is not is disguise at this time, there is no reason for it, this is home turf, and they are heading elsewhere.     "They /are/ expecting me?" Loki presses with an aloof quality, doubtful, of Thor. 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     The Shadow King was vanquished and the world had felt the repercussions of such though many a mortal mind could not recognize it for what it was. They simply knew that their dreams were clearer, their thoughts less harried with long shadows and grim forbidding feelings. And, in part, they owed this freedom to the Trickster of Asgard who in a moment of dire battle turned upon the Shadow King and was able to acquire one of the Six. Instantly it had been hidden, even as the world's heroes still battled the remaining fungal creatures that defied them.     Few of those heroes would know exactly how victory was gained that day. And fewer still knew where the stone had ended. In the hands of the being who has invaded New York. In the hands of the lie-smith and trickster. And for a time it might have seemed to the Fates that the world teetered on another moment of peril. Yet, for whatever reason, the stone had left Loki's hand and been granted to Thor Odinson.     Holding it in one hand, the gem gleamed as it caught the light just so, the yellow crystalline egg seemed to pulse with a subtle power that Loki could likely feel. But Thor, Thor held it if it were an oddity, worthy of consideration but somehow seemed... puzzling to the blond one-eyed deity. He opened a locket that hung around his neck, the stone placed within and then hidden behind the silvered casing. It was then that he finally answered his brother.     "Aye, they know without you then matters would have gone poorly and defeat would have taken us. Do not worry, brother." A small smile as Thor starts to slap him on the shoulder companionably, but then checks the movement to just pat-pat, remembering Loki's injury. "All shall be well." 

:'''{{#var:1259|Hela (1259)}} has posed:''' Whether the stone serves to draw oddities and anomalies, or the new King of Asgard and his brother were themselves a draw for the same. A swirling dark mist appeared of thin air, slowly spreading, expanding, before revealing an obsidian ethereal that slowly swung open. From within a green glow seeped out into the world, a dark, foreboding, feminine figure standing about 7' started to walk out. Her manner of dress, very much Asgardian, green and gold in motiff, and most certainly belonging to a warrior. A regal armor, befitting the royal family. The gate closes once she steps out, before dissipating away, as the swirling black mist fades from existence, leaving the woman there as if she always was just there. Her stern green gaze surveys the land, before stopping on Thor and Loki, her lips curving into a slanted smile, "Asgardians...finally, but why on Midgard..." the question asked is a challenging one, as she takes measure of Thor and Loki. 

:'''{{#var:138|Loki (138)}} has posed:'''     "Worry? What, me? Hardly; this went very well last time," Loki deadpans partially under his breath to Thor. "I do want to set up a small mind---" Loki pauses, as the mist churns and spits out the stranger. "...link," Loki finishes, more quietly, just as she's now upon them. Loki's position was slightly back, getting pat-patted by the much larger and broader Thor, and he doesn't move from there yet. He observes the arrival with a thoughtful and restrained quality. Patient and watchful, always, no brash movements or choices from Loki yet. He'll see what Thor does.     At least there's small benefits to Thor being King presently, like that one. Loki may as well make good use of them. 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     Just as the mist starts to swirl into being behind his back, just as the clouds above start to darken subtly, Loki might well see a subtle furrow to the tall Asgardian's brow. It's as if something felt ill at ease for him. Then he turns around, his cape looped up and partially over his shoulder, Mjolnir at his hip... the monarch is armed and armored, but he does not draw. Instead he rounds upon the tall lithe figure of the woman in the black and green.     High above them the clouds darken, a tell-tale sign for many of the other Asgardians far below upon the Kvalvika plain in that settlement that houses them. Yet they assuredly have no idea as to what has just come upon them.     "I bid you greetings, traveler. You stand upon the land of New Asgard and speak to the sons of Odin." His voice is deep, strong, and something in his manner almost makes him seem taller. His one good eye seems to glean subtly with a hint of something beyond the norm as he addresses the newly appeared woman in a voice that seems fit to authority like a well-tailored glove.     "What brings you to us?" 

:'''{{#var:1259|Hela (1259)}} has posed:''' Hela's eyes soon focus more on Thor's form rather than Loki, taking particularly keen interest in Mjolnir at his hip, "my word..." she seems quite surprised, her eyes opening wider, as a pained expression of longing overtakes her for a moment, "there you are beautiful," she speaks, it seems, not to Thor so much as Mjolnir itself. She soon lifts her gaze to level with Thor's eyes, "so you're somehow worthy, are you?" Having been imprisoned for millenia or several, she hasn't quite been kept up to date on the fact she has brothers now. Just the same as her brothers likely never heard that she exists. Tragic what ego can do to a family. But despite her somewhat aggressive, not quite greeting to Thor, and utter disregard of Loki to this point, Hela is greeted, and has the decorum to return the gesture, "as I bid you, but I am no traveler." She stops there, as Thor speaks a term that irks her to no end, "New Asgard? Why would there be New Asgard?" Her tone of voice is now demanding, her eyes narrowing with displeasure. Then the introduction comes, the Asgardian men before her, sons of Odin, and disdain takes over her visage. "Sons of Odin, are you...?" She sneers, "I guess a daughter wasn't good enough. Well, seeing as I am here, I take it two sons weren't enough to keep the old fool alive, were they now...?" Asked what brings her forth, she answers straight and to the point, "the death of my father does..." 

:'''{{#var:138|Loki (138)}} has posed:'''     "Asgard is no longer in the state you might remember it, unfortunately," Loki offers smoothly from the side, not defensive. Explanation, and silver tongue comes very easy; Loki is relaxed on the surface. He doesn't have a problem, necessarily, with being ignored in some situations, but he will insert his 'help' here, just to see where things go. Besides, if Thor takes up a very defensive stance, Loki being friendly may be important later.     "Would you give us a name by which to address you?" Loki asks, polite, with a tilt of head and incline of hand and palm smoothly to her. He'll treat her respectfully, and mask nearly all of the subtle concerned flicker he sent to his brother. 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     It's likely Loki can pick it up. The widening of his good eye, the flaring of nostrils, the way his jaw tenses. Thor's anger bubbles forth and upwards to the surface and in ages past that would be the signal he would take to realize matters had gone too far. The signal that the berserker might be but the life of one moment away. Yet, it might also surprise some to see that this anger is contained. It is controlled as the Thunderer rests his hand upon the pommel of the hammer at his side.     There is a subtle play of power, the eldritch whisper of energy that comes to life as Mjolnir responds to the hint of battle upon the wind. Yet it seems to hesitate upon an age old feeling presented in the voice of the woman before the sons of Odin. To those not magically inclined they would likely not sense it, but to those with a feeling for the tendrils of power they would feel it there. Just a small sliver between Mjolnir and Hela, though its bond to Thor is still strong.     "If our words confuse you, then know you return the favor, Lady." He turns his head and nods towards Loki, "Aye. A name. I am Thor, King of Asgard. And this is my brother, Loki." As he speaks there is a strength in the words and with now an angry ocean behind him it provides an intensity to his speech. 

:'''{{#var:115|Sif (115)}} has posed:'''     In the camp below, Sif is working with some of the warriors doing labor in the camp as opposed to fighting. They haven't banned her yet since she seems able to wield a hammer without it being a weapon. As the lights above begin to swirl and glow on the cliffside far above, she turns her head that direction with a frown. Then the clouds begin to roll in, a sure sign that something is going on since that is not matching the weather that had been going on for the day.     "Prepare for action. I'll find out what is going on." She moves to the side to grab her breastplate, throwing it on and grabbing sword and shield.     A moment of concentration, a prayer sent skyward that this works, then she draws her powers around her and teleports. A moment later, she appears to the opposite side of Thor.     She does not attack but she does take a moment to look at all the parties involved, keeping her attention fully on the stranger in their midst. 

:'''{{#var:1259|Hela (1259)}} has posed:''' When Loki speaks, Hela turns her glower upon him, but the look in her eyes softens into dismay when she hears his words. "Asgard...? The might that defeated the Nine Realms in conquest...is no longer as I remember how...?" While she tries to keep a measured tone, someone with the keen ability of Loki to read others, may well realize how distraught she is at the very thought. When asked how she'd like to be addressed, she looks absolutely stunned. Turning her gaze from Loki to Thor, wondering if he might clue Loki in. "You would strike me...with Mjolnir?" Hela looks shocked and intrigued at the thought, her right hand clenches in preparation of movement when she sees Thor's hand resting upon Mjolnir's pommel. A gesture she reads as intent. "King..." Hela looks pained as she repeats the title, glaring now at Thor, but rather than state her case, she is once again baffled as Thor himself seems entirely unaware of who she is. She shifts, her hand now moving to press at her temple, as she seems struggling to contain some rage within herself. While she looks calm outwardly, Loki may be sharp enough to note there's an eerie sense of foreboding anger in Hela, just as there is in Thor, perhaps they might be related after all. "Are you to tell me that a King of Asgard has no knowledge of my name? Madness!" She snaps, as a green cape materializes from her shoulders, "I am Hela Odinsdottir. Queen of Hel and Niflheim, and the Goddess of Death," she ever so slightly shakes in her attempt to contain her rage as she announces herself. "By right, I should be first in line to Odin's Throne," she hisses, and yet she doesn't challenge Thor there and then. She is aware of how much she doesn't know, and so has no point in challenging for the throne when she knows nothing of the man she would need to challenge. A man who more likely than not is her brother, if he speaks the truth of being Odinson. 

:'''{{#var:138|Loki (138)}} has posed:'''     Loki takes in a great deal shown to him, but is also ready for manipulations. Both Hela's, or his own. Which could go in various directions, absolutely. He's being ignored and overlooked to some degree as a secondary, and he's fine with using that to subtly cue some of his defensive magic. If Thor can resist trying to continue to pat him, it might be worth something.     Besides, there may also be a battle pitched here with all of the pride-stomping that's happening so far. Loki extends a small look across to Sif, passing along something of his awareness of the possibility of this erupting very quickly. The coincidence of the meeting happening NOW, whatever it all is, occuring directly after the movement of a powerful and infinite relic, does not escape Loki's awareness, not at all, either.     For what it's worth, though, Loki likes games. And learning what her story is? Interesting. "Pray assist us, this is very unusual to us. Have you been... elsewhere, for a reason we should know?" Loki inquires, always up for discussion, and a little bit of distracting away from what might be a challenge for the throne of Asgard. Better to figure out more, before that comes.     A flutter of illusion, just for Thor, also occurs: a subtle signal normally used for when Loki wants to confer with him. Hopefully Thor will read it correctly: there's more here, and Loki probably knows some of the answer to the question he asked. The trickster does play his word 'games.' 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     For those that know Thor they might be able to tell the change that has come upon him. This last year has seen him mature, to become more patient and dare some say it wise, at least in taking different approaches towards what ills have befallen his people. But now, for some reason he seems to stand taller, his features regal and in many ways akin to his father. Oh not the father that Hela knew in the ancient times when Asgard was being built by blade and blood, but in the times before when she could look on him and could perhaps harbor no doubt that this man. This being, was determined to see his people live, survive, and crawl forth from whatever ills had tormented them.     It was in every subtle nuance, every line in his features, the way he stood and the steady rhythm of his speech as he addressed Hela, declared sister and of the line of Odin. The anger is gone as he holds up a hand, though Mjolnir gives a low and faint /whom/ as if wishing to be in its wielder's grip. "Bide a moment, Lady Hela." He looks towards Sif and his smile is there, warm for a moment but somehow... benevolent, like the time when she had fallen in her youth from the wooden horse she trained upon and Odin had lifted her back up and walked on without a word.     Then his bright blue eye is drawn by the flicker of illusion, drawn to meet Loki's gaze and for just a slim instant the trickster might see Frigga's smile in Thor's features as the day when she had taught him the first cantrip that set him on his path in life. "I do not know why, brother. But I believe her. I... /know/ she speaks the truth."     He turns back towards Sif and introduces the woman. "Lady Sif, this is... Hela. Daughter of Odin. And no. I am afraid we know not of you, nor your fate."     He straightens up, and his features shift slightly sympathetic as he looks upon the woman who seems simultaneously enraged... and distraught. He uncurls a hand towards her, "I know not what you must be thinking, Hela. But it seems... there is much we must say. And much we would hear of you." 

:'''{{#var:115|Sif (115)}} has posed:'''     Odinsdottir? That can't be. They'd know about it! Wouldn't they?     Sif keeps any commentary to that effect silent as she listens to each speak. Her purpose here is to protect her friend. And King. More the former in truth. Though now it is her duty to do that which she has done forever: Watch his back.     As Thor looks upon her that way, she blinks in surprise and for a moment is distracted from Hela. So strange. If this were a battle, she would be dead. Hopefully that won't be the case.     The introductions bring her gaze back to the stranger, the woman who may be Odin's first born. She gives a nod and a brief but respectful. "It is an honor to meet you." 

:'''{{#var:1259|Hela (1259)}} has posed:''' Hela takes note when Sif joins the gathered, but just as she seems to slight Loki, she does the same with Sif. Her full attention beset on the man who would call himself King of Asgard, and further adds insult to injury by wielding Mjolnir. It's like the cosmos itself choose to mock her, even as she finally broke through Odin's barrier. And what does she come out to if not everything in shambles, as could be expected, following Odin's very poor decisions and puzzling change of heart. They were the greatest, the fiercest, feared among all the realms, and now to hear of New Asgard? Of brothers she never knew she had? Another wielding Mjolnir in her stead...? So much is so very wrong in her eyes. Loki, ever the silver tongued God of Mischief, does well to distract Hela with his choice of words. "Assist you?" Hela finally sets her full attention on Loki, similarly to Thor, a wouldbe brother. "That I have. Not of choice, I promise you that much. Were it my choice, Odin would still reign and Asgard would rule all realms, not a mere nine." The pause Loki gave her to answer a question, breaks a moment from the challenge for the throne that was hanging in the air. Giving Hela a moment to reconsider Thor, when her attention returns to him with his words. "A moment, I can spare," she says with a flourish of her arm towards the proclaimed King of Asgard. And yet as she looks at him, there is a resemblance she cannot question. A certain regal self assertion that seems recognizable, as Hela entertains, "I could see some resemblance to father, maybe your claim isn't that far fetched." Strange, but as Hela started to believe in Thor's claim, it seems he has taken a similar acceptance to her own. Something was either affecting this encounter, a deus ex machina effect, that seemingly sprung out of nowhere. Was it Loki? Something else? Whatever the case, Hela seems to ease her challenging stance just a tad. "So father's dead," Hela remarks in such a non-chalant manner, one might wonder if Odin was her father at all, "and now I have two brothers instead. Any more brothers I should know about?" She asks half in jest, but with sincere undertones. Finding one has two brothers out of the blue leaves room to question whether there might be more still. "So King Thor, Prince Loki, and Lady Sif," Hela goes over the dramatis personae, before turning her gaze on Sif, "and what are you than? A sister I knew not about?" Her attention soon returns to Thor, "so...brother," she starts, before begrudgingly adding, "King..." though the distaste is clear in her voice. She's still no doubt, considering whether she wishes to challenge for what she feels is hers by right or not. "It seems there is much to discuss, I expect an audience, in private." Though after a moment's pause, she peers in Loki's direction, and adds, "he may attend if he so wishes, after all, we apparently are siblings the three of us...we should be able to get along, is that not so?" There is a slight derision in her last remark, and yet, she stops all potential confrontation there. "I will come to see you when I'm ready, I must mull this over!" It's an assertion, and with it she disappears in a green swirling mist, just as she came. 

:'''{{#var:138|Loki (138)}} has posed:'''     "I'm /certain/ we can all come to an arrangement," Loki says, wheedling with easy persuasion, slick to the end.     And she's gone. He clears his throat just a little bit, and turns towards both Sif, and Thor. Loki might also be doing some spellcraft to ward and watch for this 'Hela' returning. And where she went. But they have a relic to get elsewhere, right away. It's increasingly important, now.     "Well, now. This REALLY can't wait," Loki comments, and promptly, suddenly, throws open a gateway, with a flare and thrust of hands downwards. It's a slightly excessive show of extreme magic, but being downplayed in the company of the 'king' by a new aggressive sibling might have gotten to him a little. His expression is nonplussed, though, and he gestures for Thor to lead. "After you," to Thor.     Loki gives a slight liquid look to Sif, and seems to 'relent', lifting a little paper bird from his sleeve. It flutters over near her. "Let us know if we need to come back, and I'll bring us in an instant," states the prince.     Well, he'll send Thor, at least.     Probably. 
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Hela

2018-11-29T04:45:34Z

SerraKeto:

3796/A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Danger Room

2018-02-22T07:31:22Z

SerraKeto: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/02/03 |Location=Hank's Secret Lab |Synopsis=Ellie goes snooping in the restricted level on her way to a student scheduled training session in..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/02/03
|Location=Hank's Secret Lab
|Synopsis=Ellie goes snooping in the restricted level on her way to a student scheduled training session in the Danger Room, finds Hank's secret lab and learns how awesome he is.
|Cast of Characters=281, 95
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' As a member of the New Mutants, Ellie got to train in the Danger Room, it was the most exciting thing ever to happen to her in this school. Other than attending Rogue's unfortunate wedding to Gambit of course. Now there were no more New Mutants, instead there was Dorkmeister's lamed up version called 'faXion' or something supremely lame like that. While she hasn't fully decided on whether she's in with that retardized kid team, Ellie was still allowed to continue her training in the use of her powers. Today, however, she felt adventurous. Rather than keeping to the well practiced path to the Danger Room in the snazzy limited access level, which did make her feel rather badass, she figured she'd explore and see what else could possibly be so very 'classified', so she took a bit of a road trip. An Academic Exploration if you will. One wrong turn here, one wrong turn there, one door left just slightly ajar sparing her a biometric or keycard bypass test, and she finds herself setting foot in Hank McCoy's real un-kiddified lab. "Wow!" She exclaims as the place looks positively outside of a science fiction book, "badass!" 

:'''{{#var:95|Hank (95)}} has posed:''' The rumors about this lab are many. Some say it is a perfectly normal laboratory (these are very few) while others have contradictory guesses. That it's a wonderland of alien and future technology. (Probably). That there is a working time machine. (Possibly). That this is where he clones students that have perished in a variety of 'accidents'. (No Comment) That it's like Frankenstein's laboratory, except with less lightening and more antimatter... More of those are true, than not. Right now, however, most of the lab is given over to a holoprojection table that is currently projecting an anatomical representation of a human being, with highlights of specific areas, especially the heart. Hank sits perched on his stool, looking up at the skinless figure, making gestures to move the scene around, to zoom in on places.. small side bars popping up in the air to show tings like blood chemistry result and DNA analytics. Is the lab Secure? Of course it is secured..and shielded! What kind of mutant scientist who has worked with (and fought against) countless telepaths and beings able to phase through walls (some of them his STUDENTS, not just villains) would NOT secure his lab?!? The one who is sometimes scatterbrained and forgot to CLOSE the damned door. So the blue furry man of science lets out a loud GAH and spins around on the stool, eyes wide as he zeroes in on the unexpected source of distraction. "Miss Phimister! /What/ are you /doing/ here?!?" he asks, still looking startled. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Seeing the human body in such a fashion with the holoprojector is about the illest thing that Ellie ever seen with her own eyes, that wasn't in a movie, "sick!" She snaps, as she comes closer for a better look, so focused on the various layers of body parts and organs, she doesn't at first notice the Doctor is in! "Oh, me?" She's caught off guard, so an excuse doesn't pop in her mind right away, causing a slight delay, before she suggests, "I'm supposed to do a session in the Danger Room, I think I took a wrong turn...?" Damn right she did, through a door that was supposed to be secured and was left ajar by some meandering mind already focused on one research or other. "Glad I did though, this place is badass! So is that what a heart really looks like?" She asks while pointing a hand through the holoprojected heart. 

:'''{{#var:95|Hank (95)}} has posed:''' Hank quickly looks at the Holoprojection, which is PRETTY high definition if he does say so himself all rendered in 3D and animated in realtime, then back at the wayward student as she walks deeper into his domain and sticks her hands in the projection. He lets out another 'Gah' and quickly presses a floating interface and the entire projection pixilates liek it has become censored and the words "Privacy Filter Engaged" pop up in mid air. "It is what the /patients's/ heart looks like, Miss Phimister, and since the patient is obviously human you can be be sure that your own heart looks much the same though of course not identical since every heart has unique qualities.." he states. Then he look at the door, brow furrowed. "And you got lost.. Following a red line that was painted on the floor from the elevator to the training room?" he asks, suspiciously. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Aw, come on, I'm not a kid, I can handle this kind of shit," Ellie groans as Hank's first course of action is to engage the privacy filter. But as Dr. McCoy continues to explain the variance of hearts from one person to the other, she looks pretty impressed, "that's pretty cool actually, like, we each have our own heart and it's unlike any other? I like it, I dig individuality," like she needed to say as much, considering how she's likely sports the most distinct look amongst the students, choosing this dark 'get away from me shut your face' unfriendly goth appearance. "Welp...to be honest, this is like, erm, the 6th time I go to the Danger Room for a solo training session set for me by Dr. Grey, so, I wanted to see if I got the path down by heart....you know, if I'm starting to feel at home here down at the spooky levels where we no doubt keep the bodies of students who failed midterms...that's totally what happens, right?" 

:'''{{#var:95|Hank (95)}} has posed:''' Hank just continues to stare at Negasonic for a few moments longer.. then sighs and drags his hands down his muzzle, shaking his head. "I swear when I get my hands on Bobby for starting these rumors, some of them /will/ become the truth.." he mutters.. because of course it was Bobby Drake who MUST have started them. He then drops his hands and and relaxes somewhat and picks up a tablet from the tray next to is stool. "Anyways, I didn't censor the projection because you 'can't take it', Miss Phimster. I censored it because I am a Doctor and thus bound by a certain code of ethics that I swore to. And one of these codes is that of Doctor-Patient confidentiality. Unless released by my client-patient to share information with outside sources, I must do what I can within my power to maintain said confidentiality. I understand that might seem.. strange.. considering this modern world of Tweets and Live Streams but I do take my profession seriously." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie has a glowing grin on her face, amused to no end by Hank's response, "I will of course stand completely behind your decision, Dr. McCoy, but can I watch when you do the deed?" Yes, she's a very inquisitive mind eager for the Academic journey to knowledge! Maybe. When he goes on about being bound by a code of ethics, Ellie snaps her fingers, "I heard about it! The hypocritic oath, right?" She seems rather sure of herself, "see? I do listen in class! At least some of them, the less boring ones." Rising her hands to show they are smartphone free, Ellie promises, "I told Dr. Grey I won't be twitting nothing about this section of the school, so your secret is safe with me!" Words nobody ever wants to hear out of the social media savvy (addict?) Ellie Phimister. 

:'''{{#var:95|Hank (95)}} has posed:''' Hank ois and pinches the bridge of his snout, pushing up his customized spectacles somewhat. "Hippocratic, Miss Phimister. Its the /Hippocratic/ oath. Named for Hippocrates, whom is considered the father of modern medicine. Though the oath in the original latin began with a praise to Apollo..." he stops and realizes that she will probably start glazing over if he goes into a full lecture on the etymology. He then narrows his eyes a bit on her. "And I am sure you will keep your promise to Doctor Grey." he says.. Thats probably as much praise as she will get on that subject. "And contrary to popular belief among some others, you /do/ seem to listen in class. I have seen your grades and they are /not/ terrible." Oooh, Two paises, more or less. "But unless you have listened REALLY well and gone through medical school and spent time in residence I am afraid you could not stand in while I perform any surgery." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Hypocritic, I know, that's what I said, didn't I?" Ellie looks at Hank with a bit of confusion in her eyes, clearly what he said sounding every bit the same to her as what she said. That or she wasn't paying the best of attention to what he said. "Right, father of modern medicine and stuff, I knew that!" She does, however, raise her hand in defeat when the 'Apollo' part is mention, "okay, moment of truth, I really didn't know about the Apollo guy. So, hey, I learned something new. Thanks for the lesson, Dr. McCoy." She grins as Hank admits her grades are not terrible, and she nods proudly, "I'm smarter than I look, people just think I'm stupid because I shave my head...that just makes them stupid. Besides, it's not the student's fault if the teach is boring as fuck." Her face soon turn crestfallen as he mentions she can't be there to witness his operation, "oh...so, is that like a hint that I should go find the Danger Room for real or something?" 

:'''{{#var:95|Hank (95)}} has posed:''' Hank 's muzzle becomes a smile, a soft one, and he pats her on the shoulder. "Language, Miss Phimister. As we are not in the school proper, I will over look it his time." he tells her in a friendly manner. "And yes, it is a 'subtle' hint, since you really do need to get to your session on time.. and I need privacy to finish this analysis since I did promise Apollo after all." he says in a jesting manner. Before he shoos her out, though... "But.. give me more notice sometime and I will let you stand in one a procedure if I can clear it. Not /everyone/ is too shy to let a student see their guts strung out like a string of german sauasages..." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie rolls her eyes at the single word of reprimand she encounters and hates most, "right, right, language, a place of learning and all that shit," she groans, before looking quickly back at Hank, "oops, last time, I swear. Besides, you said you'll overlook this time, and I think it's still 'this' time, technically." She was at the very least clever. She laughs at the Apollo reasoning, and gives a thumbs up to Hank, "you're one of the cool ones, Dr. McCoy," she laughs, quite amused actually. "Deal!" She is quite pleased at the chance she's offered, and looks quite uplifted when she makes her way back to the actual Danger Room! 
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3752/Watching the Overwatcher

2018-02-05T03:51:16Z

SerraKeto: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/01/28 |Location=Drake's Apartment & Outer Space |Synopsis=Jessica and Drake hang out in his apartment, later Jessica went to outer space with..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/01/28
|Location=Drake's Apartment & Outer Space
|Synopsis=Jessica and Drake hang out in his apartment, later Jessica went to outer space with Supergirl and Mon-El, before they met with Captain Marvel.
|Cast of Characters=971, 55, 1353, 954, 244
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz set up a Blizzard account - she wanted to try this game that Drake literally makes his money on. She called it 'Cruz Control'. A clever play on words. She's sitting at his computer, wearing a gray sweater and black jeans, the green Lantern ring on her ring finger of her left hand as she is accepting instruction, as she is working on a tutorial stage. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Dropping by, Supergirl isn't bothering with her persona of earth human. The Kryptonian in cut off shorts and a sweater with a pair of sneakers. Her hair hangs down and free, no glasses in sight. Knocking on the door, she has one hand behind her back with an excited smile. 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz blinks as she puts the tutorial on pause - fortunately not a live game, as she heads to the door. She opens the door, smiling. "Ummmm, hello," she states. "Drake's not here right now - he's downstairs for a team meeting." She isn't sure who this blonde woman is. (Her Lantern ring would be easily visible to those who know what it is. She doesn't really try hiding it - invisibility is a tricky power.) 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Blinking, Kara looks around for a moment. "Oh. I see." She answers and relaxes her arm, hiding the gift. A stuffed Murlock with a watch tied on it's arm. "Well, I guess I can bug my Jimmy later. You want to give this to him? It's a ummm, gift I told him I might get him." She tells Jessica in a friendly tone. "Oh hey, sweet Lantern ring. Are you a fan of the green, mean space patrol?" 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz smiles faintly. "One can say that. You can come in. He should be up shortly." She isn't sure if she should say that it's a real Lantern ring. But... her ring decides to remove all doubt. "Yes, I am sweet. Tell me more, Ms. Kryptonian," is said in a smooth baritone voice coming from Jessica's left hand. She stares. "Anillo! Stop that!" She blushes. "Sorry. Anillo is very talkative." She trails off. "Kryptonian?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Laughing, Kara shakes her head as she steps in. "Hal's never talks! Do they all talk?" She asks and looks at Jessica. "Oh. Yeah. I'm Kara Zor-El. From Krypton." She offers by way of introduction. Only an alien wears shorts in winter on the East Coast. 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz smiles. "Jessica Cruz. The newest Green Lantern of Earth," she states, offeirng a handshake. "That must make you Supergirl." She ponders. "They all do talk... but most of the time only on command. Mine... is apparently one of the first ones ever made that has been with many people over its lifetime... so... its AI is more robust." She smiles faintly. "I was visitng my friend Drake. He was trying to teach me the game he plays... but he had a team meeting so set me up on a tutorial level." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "Oh. I wish I could play. I still have trouble with Earth's...fragility when I get excited. So, controllers, keyboards, squish." Kara admits and looks about the space. "So this is how human males live?" She wonders curiously. "Families seem to have different housing...aesthetics." She notes, and looks about. "But it's nice to meet you Jessica. Maybe I'll see you at the Hall then. I don't get tapped for much with two "grown" Kryptonians on the roster." She crosses her arms under her chest. "Never mind Power Girl and I are the same age. Roughly." 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz nods. "Yeah. I've met her a few times. You two do look somewhat similar." She is too polite to mention the most obvious difference. "Actually, I just started dating Drake." She shrugs. "The Hall? I'm... not part of the Justice League yet. I've asked Hal about getting me in but haven't heard back." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' The apartment is covered in various posters of different anime and video games with a simple twin sized bed, a small couch and his large computer desk with a glowing green computer beneath it with three top of the line displays on top. There is a bathroom attached as well that is fairly simple. He has some clothing on the floor near the hamper, as if he just couldn't quite lob it in there. The kitchen is tiny as well, stocked with the basics. As the door opens up, Drake can be seen in his team jersey and a pair of jeans with some patches along the knees and thighs. "Hey." He calls over as he spies the pair of them, offering a grin. "What's up, Kara?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Holding up the murlock, Kara beams! "Congratulations on not dying. I had every faith. Did Star Labs get in touch?" She asks and shows him the watch tied to the poor stuffed animal's arm. "No Jimmy Olsen is complete with out emergency alert watch." She tells Drake and looks at Jessica. "I'll poke him at the next meeting then. It's nice to get more girls around." She tells her and looks down at herself. "I know, she's stacked. To be fair, I'm still physically younger. Suspended animation, even partial suspension makes perception of time and aging super complicated." 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz shrugs. "I wasn't going to say it... but I'd bet that if she was human, her back would hurt so bad..." she states. "Hey sweetie," she states. "I was checking over the characters and you'er right. I like Hanzo. Archery is so underrated in this modern society." She ponders. "I wouldn't mind joining that League." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' Drake says, "Woah, you got me a Murlock! That is awesome, Kara. Thanks. Yeah. I got ahold of Star Labs and they and our guys in the Legion got together and created this fancy device that puts my body back together." Drake holds up his wrist to show off the clunky bracelet that is strapped to his arm. "It keeps my molecules in check and not ripping away into another time zone or something. It beeps at me if I push myself too much and it sorta resets my body." He tilts his head at the pair of them. "I see you two met, and you definitely are not allowed to play Hanzo." He chuckles. "I hate that hero. He's a trashcan."" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "So picky." Kara shakes her head and checks out the watch. "Ha! I can't wait to rub that in Lar's face. I never had a doubt." She tells her friend and hands off the stuffy and the watch. "It has a button on the side that lets out a signal Kryptonian ears will hear. So-if you're in trouble again." She makes a whoosh sound and gestures with a hand. "Though with a green lantern girl friend I'm old news." She teases. 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz just stares. "A... trashcan?" she asks blankly. "What's wrong? I suppose you're giong to tell me that since I'm a girl I have to pick a girl to play?" She blinks. She then states, "So... how don't you go mad? If you can hear something like that from far away... does that mean you can hear basically everything going on anywhere around? How can you handle all that sensory input?" She sounds curious. "Oh... sorry. I guess that's a personal question. And... we just had one date." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' Sliding the watch off of the Murlock, Drake slaps it on the other wrist and takes a peek at it. "Cool beans. Thanks for the decoder watch." He teases her with a grin, hugging the stuffed creature against him. He goes to answer her last comment, but pauses as Jessica speaks up. ".. Um..." He pauses. ".. One has nothing to do with the other... you can play Hanzo if you want." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "Oh, it can be a lot. You sort of learn to drown it out to a sort of white noise and pick out sirens, screams-I mean, like multiple people, gunshots. Horror movies and other umm-you hear-you don't want to focus on every little noise. Sometimes I go up to space, get real quiet." Kara answers, flustered and running a hand through her hair. She looks at Drake with a crooked smile. 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz blinks. "Wow, I made _both_ of you uncomfortable. I really have to work on my social skills. Guess I'm rusty after being a hermit for years. And I was just joking, Drake. Seriously, why don't you like Hanzo?" She blinks. "I assume your opinion is based on gameplay..." She glances back to Kara. "Sorry for the personal question." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' "Because he's garbage. He's a high skilled character that fucking idiots will play who don't even know how to hold their dick properly, and they throw games as him. He's easily countered by over half the other heroes and he is situational, and by that, I mean there's never a situation you want a Hanzo on your team." Drake says as he flops down into the large green and black bucket seat gaming chair, then slides his hands over his keyboard and mouse as he keys up a practice range to start doing some quick flick shots as the Widow. "Just dumb white kids who wanna be a weeb insta pick him because they think playing an asian with a bow and arrow is cool to satisfy some dumbshit anime wank fantasy they got." He really, /really/ hates that hero. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Covering her smile with a hand, Kara listens to the speech and chuckles. She sits, floating in the air crosslegged and leans on her knees with her elbows. Looking at Jessica she shakes her head. "I'm still learning how to interact myself. Fitting in is a hard thing on this planet. So much is different-even just here on Earth, you know?" she watches Drake que up his game. "Are you gonna be that weird spiky guy with the wheel thing?" She asks and leans over a bit to peek. 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz shrugs. "Alright, alright. Geez. No Hanzo. I'll go with my other choice, Reaper. Knowing about how the weapons work in real life help - they're pretty good at simulatnig the effect." She glances at Kara. "I saw criminals burying a body - they killed my friends as I escape and I hid in my house for years afraid they were coming after me next. Until talking jewelry came to me..." She trails off. "My life sucked - then really REALLY sucked - only now is it showing signs of improvement." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' "You can play Hanzo. I don't care if you do. You won't be in my ranks to play with or against me." Drake chuckles as he fires a leap shot from Widow's hook into a training bot's head. "Reaper is really cool. I like him." To Kara's question, he hits the H and switches to Junkrat. "That's Junkrat. He's a projectile hero. I don't play him because I'm a hitscan. I play a lot of Soldier, Tracer, Cree, Widow. Um...just the ones that allow you to do range. I'm known for my aim." He says as he fires what looks like flaming tennis balls at tires, followed by flinging mines. "I wish I could fly." He grumps. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, I've uhh, had some dark moments too." Kara tells Jessica and grins crookedly at Drake. "It does have it's perks." She agrees where she floats and seems pretty comfortable, slouching a bit as she looks back at Jessica. "You fly, don't you? Hal floats around the damn Hall, even I walk mostly." 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz nods as she lights up, her clothes changing to the Lantern uniform, asshe floats up to sit crosslegged in midair with Kara, the Lantern logo forming around her right eye. "I offered to take him flying... but he's acrophobic," she stage-whispers to Supergirl, loud enough for Drake to hear. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "Poor guy. That's rough." Kara notes and watches him fall down the rabbit hole of gaming. "Well, he's lost to the world." She notes and looks back at Jessica. "So. How long have you been in the corps?" 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz shrugs. "About three weeks now," she states. "It's... a long and sad story about how I got the ring... what led up to it. I'd rather not discuss it." She sighs softly. "But... there's just something so peaceful about standing on the moon watching the Earth rise." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "Look. A lot of us come into this through adversity. It's...something to be proud of. Life gave you it's worst and you stood back up to defend someone else." Kara says more somberly. "And being able to hang out in space is pretty magical." She agrees, settling back down to stand, uncrossing her legs as she does. 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz nods slowly. "Basically, a 'dark mirror' of a Lantern ring attacked me, and tried to make me an avatar of destruction... but... I fought it off. Apparently that act of willpower - was special. According to Anillo, nobody ever got the Ring of Volthoom to just leave them. Normally it only leaves on the host's death. That... attracted my ring." She smiles faintly. "Drake is a special person... he's going to help me clean out my house. It's... a big deal. I probably need to pick up several pallets to load." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "Oh? I mean. It's a house. You don't live in big spaces on this planet." Kara gestures about to indicate. "I mean, it's pretty densely populated where you do have people." She squints a bit and blows out a breath. "So many boxes. I wonder-does it feel...cramped to you?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar has decided to drop in on Drake just to check up on him...he's been doing that every few days recently. It's good that it seems the gamer has been getting along quite well after the new tech was installed. But he's a little surprised to find Jessica and Kara there too. He knocks on the door to the unit, not even attempting the window this time since last time Drake informed him that it no longer had the ability to open without getting broken again. Amazingly, he manages not to break the door. 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz smiles. "Hello, Lar," she states. "Drake's practicing for his next stream." She ponders. "I live in a house in the suburbs, not in a place like this. But... my house is crowded mostly because there's too much stuff in it." She glances over at Lar. "He's fine." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "I told you so." Kara blurts at Lar as he comes in. She looks back at Drake then Jessica and Lar. "So umm. He has his murlock and his....you and Lar's here now. Soo." She tugs her shorts down a bit and adjusts her sweater before looking around the apartment. "That's a lot of people for in here, this." She gestures around. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "You told me what?" Lar raises a brow at Kara as he enters. He caught the conversation, but can't quite make sense of what she's saying. Though he does nod toward Jessica. "Hello Jessica. It seems Drake has a lot of visitors tonight. If it's too crowded, maybe we could spend time together elsewhere?" he suggests. 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz nods. "Yeah... when he gets like this he's in his own little world. How about we go hang out somewhere that's less crowded. Like... outer space?" She shivers. "Oh, I still get excited just thinking that whenever I will it, I can just go up into space." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "That Drake was going to be ok." Kara says and latches on to Jessica's idea. "Yes. Great, space is mostly quiet." She nods and clears her throat needlessly before looking between the other two and heading for the door. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Oooh." Lar nods slowly at the clarification, smiling. "Yes, Kara. You were right. About everything. And I'm glad you were...willing to give me a little bit of tough love I guess. I really needed it."     He also seems keen on the idea of space. "Well sure, why not? Since we can, and Drake seems busy with practice anyway." With that, he follows Kara out the door. 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz emerges with the other two, and heads towards the outside, and once outside, simply ascends up into space, to float above New York, smiling faintly, her aura glowing brightly for her life-support. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Kara flies out to low orbit, up, up and away. Drawing a breath, she closes her eyes once she's finally out of the white noise zone and things are a bit more quiet. "Oh Rao. It is a pretty planet from further up, isn't it?" She asks and smiles a bit. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar follows the two of them up and up until the curvature of the planet can be seen, and the glow of city lights below are like little golden pinpricks scattered across the landscape. It really is a great view. "Yeah, it never fails to impress every time, does it." he says, floating up near Kara. 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz smiles. "I write books about space. A fiction series. But the reality is so much more..." She ponders. "I don't even know how to start. I do hope that my future books will reflect my new worldview." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "Oh? Yes. There are worlds and worlds." Kara murmurs. "And people from a few of them make it here. Sometimes they're good. Sometimes..." She trails off and takes in the beauty for a moment as her arms wrap about herself. "On Krypton, I liked art, I used to work on it in my free time. I wonder if I should try here." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Oh? And what kind of worldview is that?" Lar asks Jessica after her last comment.     "You should." he encourages Kara in regard to the mention of art. "I bet you're still good at it." Assuming she was good to begin with. "What kind of art did you do? Painting? Sculpting? Drawing? Or all of it?" 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' A gathering of a Green Lantern, a Kryptonian and a Daxamite certainly carries enough combined power potential to occasionally trigger a Kree's 7th Sense. Something which causes Captain Marvel, who was en route to Alpha Flight Space Station, to take a detour, her cosmic glow streakin through space heralding her approach, before she slows down the nearer she gets to the group. It doesn't take more than a casual look to see there's no real threat being dealt with at the moment, "hello there," she offers with a brief gesture of salute. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "Sculpting, painting." Kara tells Lar with a shrug. "It hasn't been that long, but it has. I bet I'm pretty rusty." She looks at him then back to Jessica. Smiling at Captain Marvel, Kara nods to her. She's still hugging herself lightly. 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz blinks as she studies the new arrival. She tilts her head, and a faint murmur comes from her hand. "Captain Marvel," she states, saluting. "It's nice of you to join us. We were just hanging out. My friend here," she states, gesturing to Supergirl, "wanted some openness around her and I suggested space." She smiles. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." She extends her right hand for a handshake. "I'm Green Lantern." She glances at Kara and Mon-El. "I'm practicing my own kind of art. My constructs." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Maybe, but practice makes perfect right? And if you enjoy it, it's worth it." Lar smiles, patting Kara on the shoulder. "You should show me what you can do sometime." he suggests.     Then he turns to the new arrival, immediately curious about her. Clearly she isn't human, but not Kryptonian or Daxamite either. He glances at Jessica. "You know her?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' The smile Kara offers is returned by Captain Marvel, and at Jessica's explanation, she grins, "nothing quite nearly as open as the space in all its vastness," she reaches to take Jessica's hand in a firm shake. Not that she seeks to assert herself, just a force of habit after years in the USAF. "Pleasure to meet you, and glad to have a Lantern in Alpha Flight, I'm sure you'd be quite the asset." At Mon-El's question, Carol turns to look his way, flashing an amused grin, "she very well should, seeing how she's on the same team with me." She then seems to furrow her brow, recognizing his face, "you're Mon-El, aren't you?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "Yeah maybe." Kara shrugs and focuses on Jessica and Captain Marvel, curious. She looks between them now when Captain Marvel recognizes him as Mon-El and not Lar. "Oh? Have you seen him before too?" She asks curiously. 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz smiles. "Yes, this is Captain Marvel. One of the commanders of Alpha Flight. I'm the liaison between them and the Green Lanterns in case it's necessary... and it's good training for Hal and Kyle are always so busy with the rest of the sector. Hear there's a strange issue at the far edge of Sector 2814. All they'll tell me it's something to do with the color red." She shrugs. "I'm just trying to learn my place, abruptly thrust into the superhero life." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Ah." Lar nods. "Alpha Flight--oh, yeah. They were the ones who sent out the alert about those rigged meteors, right?" He asks, referring to the earlier conflict against the Sneepers and other servants of Darkseid. "It's nice to meet you too, Captain. Er...yes that is a name that a lot of people seem to use although I can't seem to recall how I got it." he grins, looking slightly abashed. "Lar Gand is my, um, birth name." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Carol taps Jessica on her shoulder, "if you ever wish to sparr, discuss strategies or have a need for advice, you can feel free to approach me at any time." She was once new, she knows how overwhelming it can be. Captain Marvel nods at Supergirl, "I have, I've been sent a link to an unfortunate online video, not because of him, mind you, but because thick headed Johnny Storm AKA The Human Torch decided to announce to the world that 'the age of the hero' is over. He's an idiot." Not wanting to bring about the whole incident, she just offers Mon-El, "try to avoid any form of media, they are more often than not after sensationalist headlines, scoops, and will twist any facts to make a story catch fire in rating." When he speaks of Alpha Flight, Carol nods, "Alpha Flight is tasked with the protection of the Earth from alien threats from outer space." When he corrects her about his name, Carol nods, and then flies closer to him, extending her hand in greeting, "Carol Danvers, pleased to meet you, Lar Gand." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "Carol Danvers?! No way! I-uhhh, do you know ummm, there's uhh, my foster family on Earth use the same last name." Kara says, surprised. "How common is that last name?" She asks and forgets her semi-brooding. Seems she won't be making Batman proud today. 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz nods. "Yes... it's how I ended up joining them. I fought alongside them... till I was shot out of the sky. I went up to talk to them and we agreed that I'd be a good asset." She blinks. "Oh, I don't know if I said it already. I'm Jessica Cruz." She waves again to everyone. "I heard about that video with that villain Livewire. I didn't watch it. Her stuff tends to be crap." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     A sigh escapes Lar at the mention of Livewire's videos. He facepalms momentarily. Ugh, that is -never- going away, is it? "For the record, I do -not- beat up women for fun. She was threatening the innocent patrons of an electronics establishment and causing property damage, I merely asked her to stop." And threatened to hurt her if she didn't, but he doesn't say that specifically. "I...Johnny seems nice, but he also seems rather guillable. But he made amends as best he could, after I talked to him."     Kara never saw that video, did she? He really hopes not, glancing nervously at her. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Turning to face Kara, Carol looks surprised, "is that so? I may know them if they're from Boston," she offers, "I'm not sure how common it is, but I'm sure there are more than just a few of us out there," she winks at Kara. Jessica gets a thumbs up for fighting the good fight, "best way to join Alpha Flight, already fulfilling the mission before you become a part of the group." Carol reaches to squeeze the bridge of her nose between thumb and index finger, "Livewire is a headache, her show is harmless, but when she gets idiots like Human Torch to dance to her tune, she can cause real harm." "Nobody thinks you beat women up, Lar, don't worry about that." Carol tries to show support, "you just encountered media when you weren't ready for it." Carol shakes her head at Lar, "Johnny made amends with you, but he never took back his stupid statement. As a Fantastic Four, and one of the foremost heroes, at least fame wise, he was very irresponsible, and still is, the brat." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "Did you get in another big public fight?" Kara asks and rounds on Lar. She props her hands on her hips and looks at him. "You're impossible sometimes. We're going to impose some alien buddy system so you stop getting into so much trouble." She scolds and shakes her head. "Ooooh Livewire. Yeah, that's ok. You can hit her." She nods and drops the scolding posture. "But you still need to work on that getting in trouble thing!" 

:'''{{#var:971|Jessica Cruz (971)}} has posed:''' Jessica Cruz shrugs. "Yeah... he thinks just because he's pretty he can say whatever he wants. And... Livewire doesn't count as media. She's more of a..." She frowns. "I'm not sure what words to use but they aren't polite. I'd just disregard whatever she says." She shrugs. "I heard someone tried to kick her in the head during that interview but Livewire bailed out. Some glowing red girl." Her ring chirps as she holds her hand up to her ear. "Oh, I have to go. Construct practice in the astreoid belt again." She waves and then zips away, leaving a green streak as she heads towards the asteroid belt. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "-Good-." Lar sounds relieved when Carol assures him no one thinks that. Well, at least no one who really matters, right? "Honestly, I -should- know how to deal with that, with my upbringing, but I guess it was the last response I was expecting at that particular moment and she also kept using a bunch of Terran slang and stuff that I didn't understand." he mutters, annoyed.     He holds his hands defensively when Kara goes into scolding mode. "Hey, I didn't even -get- to hit her before she ran off. Not to say that I don't seem to be a massive trouble magnet lately..." he sighs again, shaking his head. "That whole mess with Glorith just proves it." Then he smirks. "Alien buddy system, eh? Fine by me, as long as I get you as my buddy." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Carol turns towards Jessica and frowns, "you may dismiss her as trash, but her brand of trash gets more million of viewers online than some actual news outlets get, that counts as media, like it or not. We need to have heroes taught how to handle such situations. Being dismissive of them, is the wrong approach." If Jessica hasn't heard about Captain Marvel before, she can get a sense of her now, she tends to be decisive and holds the firm belief that she's right about most anything. It takes a solid debater to get her to change her mind. Or evidence to the contrary. She'll take those too, but as JJ of the Bugle found out fast, Carol Danvers is a tough woman to persuade. To Lar, Carol offers, "next time you face her, try to have a glass of water on hand." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "Me? I can't be with you all the time. I have the Justice League and you know-pretending at human life that I have to do." Kara tells Lar and looks at him before looking at Carol. "I like you. You think like my cousin." She nods and asides to Lar "I bet that's how you ended up and El. People probably assumed you were related t o us. Since that's our last name." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Well I guess you'll have to take turns with someone, then!" Lar laughs. "Maybe Laurel." Because Lyle has enough headaches already.     He nods at Carol's suggestion. "Yeah, that makes sense. Though I am hoping I won't -have- to." Yeah, he'd rather avoid her, to be honest. "Given I still don't understand a lot of things about Earth's...ways."     "Hm. That's funny." he chuckles a bit at Kara's theory. "But you're probably right. I guess since there aren't many Kryptonians left, someone must have figured if that's where I came from I must have been part of your family, too." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "If you like," Carol offers to Kara, "I can help you practice pretending to be human." She's spent some time with the X-Men, she knows how hard it can be for those who are not human but need to appear as such. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "It more or less is us, and some criminals." Kara says with a flat expression. It's not an entertaining idea to her. She looks down at the planet and back at Lar and Carol. "Probably not the worst idea. Eliza's calling. Good talk." She offers and abruptly drops back down towards the planet in a free fall for a while before flying off. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Ha, if anyone needs practice pretending to be human, it's me." Lar shakes his head. "Because I can barely pick up a piece of glass without breaking it."     He watches Kara leave. "I should go too. It was a pleasure meeting you, Carol!" Zoom! He's off as well, headed for the Legion cruiser. 
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2990/The Bonfire of the Vain: Chapter 3

2017-11-23T20:42:27Z

SerraKeto:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/10/27
|Location=Unknown
|Synopsis=X-23 and Gambit complete their escape from the Morlocks Tunnels without any of them being burned alive, there's a basis for a friendship here, depends on how things go in the future.
|Cast of Characters=14, 78
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' RECAP: Gambit got snatched up by the Morlocks. X-23 decided to save him after a talk with Caliban, even though getting involved isn't really her thing... "I shoulda just stayed in Hell..." As Caliban predicted, Gambit has already been put through the ringer by Callisto, the Morlocks' sadistic leader. He doesn't appear to have taken any damage greater than a 'flesh wound' so far. A few cuts and bruises, some cigarette burns, but nothing that wouldn't be considered a typical date night in some American households. But the wounds he's suffered don't seem to be the main drivers of Gambit's misery at the moment. Most of his misery seems to stem from the fact that he's ziptied to the wall of a place called 'The Fridge', and he has had most of his clothing taken. Outside, the Morlocks are still carousing, adding more broken furniture, garbage, and anything flammable to the giant pile in the center of their biggest tunnel. On the 'ceiling' above, some of the Morlocks are trying to open the sewer grates and manhole covers that allow them to burn giant bonfires without all suffocating instantly. They only need the fire to last long enough to make Gambit nice and crispy though. Shouldn't take long. Elsewhere, in her private abandoned subway car, Callisto is sleeping soundly. The satisfied smile on her face is evidence that at least one of the people involved in Gambit's torture enjoyed herself. Good for her. She clutches the Only Other Key to The Fridge against her chest, snoring loudly as she rests up before the bonfire. Outside The Fridge, two Morlocks stand guard. One of them seems fairly normal aside from a pair of octopus arms in the place of regular ones. The other guy is just really big, and covered in scales. The door itself is made of solid iron, and incredibly rusted-looking. There's probably no way to open it without it squeaking loudly enough to alert the guards. But fortunately, the festivities are pretty loud right now as the Morlocks get progressively drunker. "Least in Hell I was nice and warm, and the ladies weren't so rough. Guess I'll be warm enough soon though..." Gambit strains against his zip ties, trying in vain to get his wrists free. He used to be much better at getting out of restraints before he decided to become a superhero. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Following the direction she was given by Caliban, Laura takes an unlikely shortcut of one supremely familiar with the Morlock Tunnels, as she makes her way to the fridge. Nothing the rusty looking door when she finally gets there, coupled with guards, she knows there's no subtle way to open it. So she finds some rags about the place to toss over herself, and blend in a bit, before approaching the guards whilst brandishing a rusty looking blade she picked up on her way. "I was sent to torture Hated One before the fire," she notes, showing her weapon, and then flashing her key, "I was given access. Do not disturb me. Or she will be mad." She hasn't quite picked up Callisto's name, but she picked up that the leader is a woman. She figures this ought to be enough to sway the guards. At least from her experience, talking with confidence is a big part of fooling people. Particularly not too clever ones. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "Uh... Callisto said nobody's supposed to go in there... didn't she, Tickles?" The big scale-covered guy looks somewhat uncertainly at the smaller guy with the suction cup covered tentacle-arms. Tickles, however, seems fairly sure of what to do. "Nah. She said nobody was supposed to go in there until after SHE had her turn. Now that she's had firsts, she's probably gonna start lettin' everyone file through here one at a time. Wouldn't be very satisfying if he only got tortured once, would it?" Tickles steps aside, followed quickly by the big guy. The big guy offers a few words of parting wisdom before she's able to unlock the 30's era vault door leading to 'The Fridge.' "Just make sure's you don't torture him so bad that he dies before we gets to burn him. And also don't torture him too little, or he might enjoy it." Tickles chimes in, as he steps even further away from the door. "Yeah! Make sure you tickle him EXACTLY the right amount. And holler if he tries to get away so we can whack him on the head again." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura simply nods along with the words of Tickles, who is obviously the 'smarter' of the two. She readily agrees with his wisdom, and perfect reading of the situation, quipping only, "thank you for the instruction, I will remember," she promises to Tickles and his buddy, before unlocking the door, and going inside the Fridge, closing the door behind her. She keeps the Morlock rags about her as she approaches Gambit, poking at him to see if he is awake, before stating, "here to get you out. Caliban wants to save the light. You know a way out, or should I kill everyone?" She certainly seems mighty confident in her abilities. By now her healing factor is back in full capacity, and there's no sign about her of all the fighting she partook in earlier. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "Ain't you a little short for a Morlock?" Sitting on the cold metal floor, with his hand ziptied to an old pipe on the wall above him, Gambit looks substantially less comfortable than the movie character he's paraphrasing at the moment. But he says it with every bit of bemusement that the original had when she was rescued by an unlikely hero. He's bemused enough that one might suspect that he halfway expected a last minute rescue, as if that sort of thing happens to him all the time. "Only way I know to get out of here is the way they brung me, and I don't remember which way that was. I got bumped on the head, you see." He turns his head toward her so that she can see the giant bruise right on his forehead. It's not the only bruise on his head, but it's definitely the most prominent. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "Not a Morlock," Laura admits to Gambit, from her droneish tone of voice, she's no sophisticated spy. At least she doesn't give the impression, looks like she literally threw some rags on herself and it was enough. She likes to give wrong impressions about herself. "We need to get you out...by walking right out...you'll need clothes," Laura notes, and then she walks to the door, and moves it enough to let her head peek out as she asks Tickles, "you want a turn on the Hated One? You believed me, and so I want to give you this reward. It's fun! He really suffers." Should Tickles be foolish enough to take her invitation, she'll close the door behind after he gets in, at which point the screaming could be the Hated One's or his own, but either way, he'll be very much perforated so Gambit can 'borrow' his clothes. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' Several seconds later... "Ugh... and here I thought he smelled bad on the outside..." Gambit crouches near the aptly named, and recently deceased Morlock formerly known as 'Tickles.' The entire Fridge pretty much smells like the inside of Tickles right now, and Gambit can practically smell what he had for dinner. He's pretty sure it was chili. "You didn't think maybe I'd look less suspicious wearing clothes that WEREN'T soaked in blood? Don't get me wrong, I'm all manner of grateful, but the only way they're gonna be able to identify his body now is with dental records, and I'm pretty sure the Morlocks don't keep those." Pulling the splattered garments off of the dead Morlock is a bit of a chore, and Gambit complains through pretty much every second of it. But eventually, he's standing there wearing a blood-covered pair of overalls, a seriously threadbare hoodie, and a NASCAR trucker hat from way back when Richard Petty was still racing. "Great. Now I look like the face of America's Opioid Crisis." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "They are not the smartest," Laura reminds Gambit, as she patiently wait for him to get dressed int he bloody rags, "we say it is blood of the Hated Ones, who still lives in eternal suffering, waiting the purging of fire..." once Gambit is dressed, she notes, "quiet, humble, giddy at suffering of Hated Ones, eager for fire, and slowly we leave...yes?" It's a suggestion based on her experience, she's confident they'll be able to leave this way. If they're fast enough, they might even make it before the Morlocks can tell the guards are missing. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "Sounds like you got it all figgered out already, Emily the Strange." As Gambit finishes tying his newly-acquired bootlaces, he makes his way to the door of The Fridge. Listening intently, he tries to suss out what's going on just outside the door. He places his bare hand on the cold metal door, as if trying to feel the vibrations that are coming from out in the main tunnel. Little does he suspect that he's in the company of someone with far better senses than his own. "Sounds like Sunder's band is getting ready to play. Shame we gotta miss it, they actually do a pretty decent cover of that Bob Seger song from the Chevy commercials." Sure enough, right outside the door the sounds of a crowd cheering and out of tune electric instruments starts to kick up. The cheering is actually louder than the instruments, because the Morlocks have shitty amps. "Ugh... sounds like he's startin' off with Sweet Chil' of Mine though... friggin' typical." He opens the door suddenly, right as Sunder begins singing, his gravelly voice not even remotely appropriate for the song he chose. There, facing the crowd, is Guard Number Two, and off a bit in the distance is Sunder and his band, standing atop the funeral pyre intended for Gambit with his shitty Morlock cover band. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "Emily the Strange...? Huh? I have a name, Laura." Apparently Laura was bothered by being misidentified, entirely missing the reference to 'Emily the Strange', something she's utterly clueless about. With everything apparently in synch between her and Gambit, Laura starts to head out, walking at Gambit's side, on occasion when they pass by some Morlocks she makes sure to quip, "Hated One will burn tonight, hahaha." It's cheesy, sad, yet somehow seems to blend for the most part with the sentiment of other Morlocks. Amazing. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "You're doing it all wrong, p'tite. Ain't you ever been to a concert before?" Gambit walks close enough to Laura that they can hear each other speak without shouting too loudly. Or rather, so that he can hear her talk, as she'd probably be able to hear him all the way across the noisy tunnel. So that they don't look too suspicious, walking away from the night's entertainment, Gambit actually makes a point of occasionally pausing and mixing with the crowd. Just long enough to look like he's actually there for the show, rather than trying to get away from it as fast as possible. Leaning down, he puts a hand behind Laura's ear so that he can shout into it: "You gotta heckle the band, or nobody'll think you're a real fan. Try doing this...." He stands back up, raises his hands to his mouth, and shouts toward the stage.... "FREEBIRD!" 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Taking the cue from Gambit, Laura changes tactics, and makes sure to look eager to be there, doing a bit of a dance. Good thing Gambit doesn't know her, because anyone who does would find the fact Laura actually CAN dance quite shocking. She looks aside dubiously as Gambit asks for Freebird, she's not entirely sure the Morlocks will feel the same as he does. His instincts proved quite wrong so far, and so she shouts instead, "burn the Hated One! BURN HIM!" She figures she has a better read of the crowd, this might incite a riot of Morlocks eager for a pyre, they could surely slip out in such an event. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' As the song that definitely isn't Free Bird continues, there are other signs of activity near the front of the stage. Some of the Morlocks are approaching the hastily-constructed stage with lit torches in their hands, obviously getting prepared to finally set the whole thing on fire once The Hated One has been strapped to the rusted metal column that they built the entire pyre around. The column is providing important structural support for the entire tunnel, and goes all the way up to the cieling near the open sewer grate. They probably shouldn't be setting fire to it every time they want to hold a bonfire... but it's their prerogative, and they'll have nobody to blame but themselves if the whole tunnel comes crashing down on them someday. Just when everything looks like it's in readiness, there's a scuffle off near The Fridge, and enough noise is generated for Sunder to notice, which interrupts him right before he gets to the climax of the song. The band stops playing, and look over to their right to try and figure out what's going on. "Uh oh... I think maybe we should exit stage left right about now...." Gambit's voice is barely louder than a mutter, and he starts doing exactly that, working his way backward as the rest of the anxious crowd starts packing in toward the pyre. "Everyone STOP WHERE YOU ARE! The Hated One has escaped!" It's the voice of Callisto, who's really good at projecting. Maybe she should be the one who's fronting the Morlocks' cover band? "They can't have gotten far. Look around, and see if there's anybody pretty!" Almost immediately, the crowd starts to part around Gambit and X-23, with dozens of fingers pointing directly at them. Up on the stage, The Big Guy looks out at them, tears in his big scaley eyes. "That's them! That's the lady what poked poor Tickles to death!" 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "Everyone! The Hated One! There!" Laura is trying her best to beat out the upcoming reveal once she hears the murmurs of what happened in the Fridge, good thing her hearing is so solid. She points at a random direction, hoping she can get some Morlocks to go after the wouldbe escapee. But then it all turns a mess when someone claims she poked Tickles to death, and other clear the area around them, leading her to jab Gambit "run," she says and with a *snikt* her claws come out. She's about to clear a path if Morlocks be dumb enough to block it. She could have been a stand in for Freddy Krueger the way she rushes and chops limbs apart. Some might claim that is not at all a pretty sight, so there's that! 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "Run? Where!? There's like infinity of them!" Gambit does his best to fend off the advancing Morlocks, but he doesn't have any of his normal gear. He also doesn't seem to be producing any explosions, which is... something to come back to at another time. As the tiny terror starts attempting to clear a path, Gambit takes a stock of the situation. He's a gambler, after all, and he can tell when the odds just aren't going to work out for him. Not without a bit of cheating, that is. "Hol' up, little one! I'mma need you to trust me on this. Ain't no way we're gettin' out of here alive. Best thing for us to do is just let 'em take us up to the pyre so's we can die with some dignity." Turning around to face the platform, Gambit raises both of his hands above his head. "YOU HEAR ME? WE GIVE UP!" Looking back at Laura, he quickly nods his head upward to indicate that she should also raise her hands. "WE GIVE UP! Just..." The entire room suddenly falls silent. "Just... let us get it over with already, no? I can't live with the guilt anymore over what I done to ya'll." He looks... surprisingly sincere? Maybe he's just playing an angle, or maybe he really means it and he's ready to atone for his sins? 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura stops when Gambit decides to be an idiot, still keeping her claws extended, she stares at him in disbelief. She has a quick backup plan, stab him to death, and drag his sorry ass out there, only to find out later if anyone can save him from bleeding to death. It seems far better than his plan, but with the knowledge that nothing she suspects the Morlocks to do will kill her, she is willing to give the idiot a shot to end his own life, rather than do it for him. Standing by his side, she rises her hands, claws retracting, "Hated One took severe brain damage, you will kill an innocent who isn't aware of his crimes. Your vengeance will be empty." Just words, but she gives her prognosis, Gambit clearly took a severe head trauma after all. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "Bring their pretty asses up here!" Callisto shouts out into the crowd, all of whom seem a bit reluctant to get near either of the only two non-Morlocks in attendance. After all, they remember all too well what both of them are capable of, given the proper motivation. It doesn't look like Gambit has the proper motivation to do anything other than give up and die meekly. In truth, it's really all that he deserves, right? He did all of the things that they're accusing him of, and his entire life has basically been one long string of bad decisions, and he's left innumerable victims behind him. "No need for that, Pirate Morticia Addams." It's a weak insult, but it's the best that Gambit can do when his heart is racing like it is. He might be cool as can be on the outside, but his vital signs are all over the place, which is probably something that Laura can sniff out pretty easily. True to his word, he walks toward his own funeral pyre, hands raised above his head to show that he means no harm. Dressed still in Tickles' old clothing, he looks all manner of ridiculous, but at least he takes off the trucker hat and holds it in his hand above his head. "I meant it. I ain't gonna fight anymore. This has been a long time coming, and I know I deserve to go to Hell for what I done." He climbs up on the stage, a bit awkardly as he's keeping his hands raised, he manages it though, taking his place near the column. The Morlocks start to surround the stage again, and Sunder's band quickly clears off their equipment so that it doesn't get burned up during the bonfire which is apparently going to happen any second now. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Following Gambit along, Laura mutters, "Caliban warns of losing the light..." she doesn't shout it, but as they draw near to the pyre being set, she makes mention of it in case Callisto or any of the other would like to contemplate it's meaning. She still gives Gambit the benefit of the doubt, but if he proves merely suicidal, there just might be a Morlock Massacre Pt Deux. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' Now that they're both on the pyre, the Morlocks start to chant again. They can't seem to decide on a single thing to chant though, because now there are two people to burn. So the chanting remains pretty scattered. With her arms folded, Callisto actually seems slightly reluctant to see Gambit burn to death. Who's she going to have fun with after he's a charred corpse? Probably the charred corpse, come to think of it. Callisto is creepy. "We ain't gonna lose any light tonight, p'tite. The place is about to get real bright. I just hope you're as good at climbin' as I think you are, otherwise this was all a trrrrrble idea." The torch-wielding Morlocks look a bit puzzled as Gambit's dialogue takes a strange turn, but they've all pretty much cleared off of the pyre by now. After all, none of them want to be on it when it goes up in flames, right? But one of them is just close enough that Gambit is able to quickly reach out with one of his well-practiced Savate kicks, and knock the torch out of his hand. Snatching the torch adroitly with his foot, he kicks it backward so that it lands directly on the pyre, which immediately starts to burn like crazy. At this point, all of the Morlocks start stepping back, the flames quickly engulfing the pyre. Gambit stays right where he's at though, looking very much like a man who loves it when a plan comes together. A sinister smile spreads across his stubbly face, and the red of his eyes glows in the blazing light from the fire. He looks, in short, like The Hated One from all of their nightmares. Reaching down, he grabs Laura by the legs and quickly lifts her into the air, tossing her at the giant metal support column that the entire pyre was built around. The one we mentioned waaay back toward the beginning of the scene. The one that goes all the way up to the cieling. The cieling that has the open ventilation grates. Good thing she's light enough to toss, and Gambit is stronger than he looks. "Cheese it, Boo!" He's right behind her, climbing up the sturdy metal column fast enough to make Spider-Man jealous. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "I'm good at everything," Laura snorts when her ability to climb is questioned. She still doesn't know what Gambit is up to, but she is ever attentive and will follow his cues. Eventually, it all does make sense, and she does prove a capable climber once he hoists her up the metal pole as she works her way up and out to safety along with the 'Hated One', she's split about whether she should even ask him about it or not? Either way, she's glad she was able to prevent the Morlocks from burning the Hated One, because Caliban was nice to her, he called her pretty, or so she thinks. Maybe there is light inside her? Doesn't seem likely, but for a moment, she feels like she's done good. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' As he shimmies his way up the support column, Gambit does his best to dodge the bricks and empty bottles that are being thrown at him. Apparently the Morlocks don't like being tricked. But it doesn't seem like many of them are super enthusiastic about knocking him off the the column before he can get to safety. Almost as if... maybe they didn't all want to see him burn to death? Perhaps Caliban was right about the Morlocks being redeemable if they just had a chance to vent first. Nearing the top, Gambit shouts down at the Morlocks. His voice is suddenly full of life again, as if the prospect of being killed made him finally realize just how glad he is to be alive. "SUCKAZZZZZZ! I already been to Hell once, so I ain't got nothing left to be sorry for! I ain't sorry for NOTHING!" A glass bottle hits him in the head, shattering and nearly knocking him off of the column. That's gonna leave another giant bruise. "Right... less talking, more clambering. Clamber faster, p'tite!" The ceiling poses a slightly tougher proposition, but if the Morlocks managed to make it up there, surely Gambit and X-23 can, no? He manages to find sufficient handholds from a number of conveniently placed cracks, crags, and old pipes. Enough to make it all the way to the nearest grate and squeeze his way out, just in time to hear potshots from Callisto's pistol coming from the ground that's now beneath him. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:'''     "You are an idiot," Laura concludes when she notes Gambit slowing down to taunt the Morlocks and lucky for him, doesn't get hit hard enough to get knocked back down. She wasn't going to jump down there to save him again, there's a limit to how much suicidal tendency she'll cater to. Laura naturally cheats with her claws when it gets to the toughest part of the climb, and before long they are both outside. She stares at Gambit as she retracts her claws and notes, "I don't know who they are. I don't know who you are, 'Hated One', but I did this for Caliban, not for you. You were stupid, I could have saved you, and you choose to let them catch you. Glad this wasn't a timed mission," she snorts, and turns to leave, making social connections is something she really sucks at. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "What? You musta bumped your l'il noggin, Boo. That was a BRILLIANT escape!" Gambit fumbles around in his pockets, only to remember that he's wearing somebody else's clothes, and it's highly unlikely that Tickles kept cigarettes in his... Wait! There's a slightly crushed pack in the bib of the overalls. Taking out the pack of cigarettes, Gambit selects the least crushed one, and lets it dangle from his lower lip as he starts fumbling again for something to light it with. "Now the Morlocks can't chase after us, 'cause there's a big ass fire in their way. And more importantly, we didn't have to shish kabob all of them poor hobos, which... seemed to have been your entire plan. Not that I ain't grateful, but come on... them poor ugly sumbitches don't deserve to be skewered just 'cause they happened to get caught up in a tide of homicidal rage. Can you blame 'em? They live in the friggin' sewer." Finding a lighter, as he continues to briskly walk away from the grate, Gambit sets fire to the cigarette and coats his lungs with delicious tar. It's been far too long since his last cigarette, and the smile on his face is enough to prove that it's exactly the amount of fire he needed after a long night in the clutches of The Morlocks. "We can talk about your questionable methods later though. For now, what do you say we cheese it the eff outta here? I know a place we can lay low until tomorrow." Hopefully the guy in question has some clothes that Gambit can borrow. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura stops to stare at Gambit for a moment when he questions her assessment, offering no further words, not caring to argue an argument not worth having. But when he pities the potential massacre she'd have left in her wake, Laura asserts, "those who stand in my way deserve what comes to them. I asked no one to stop me. Those I hurt volunteered for it by coming after me." She was about to go her own way, but learning about new hidey spots is never a bad thing, so she just shrugs and follows him quietly, before quipping, "smoking harms your lungs, in turns damages your long term stamina, making you less effective." 
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Livewire

2017-11-23T06:36:54Z

SerraKeto:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Livewire
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1503
|Img=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/16/ActionComicsCv835.jpg/250px-ActionComicsCv835.jpg
|FullName=Leslie Willis
|Gender=Female
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=VFC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Social Media Star! And sometimes robbery?
|Quote="Whatever's good, man."
|PAge=19
|AAge=19
|DOB=15 August 2006
|Height=167 cm
|Weight=49 kg
|Hair=Blue
|Eyes=White
|Actor=Dezi Desire (look) voiced by Lori Petty
|Profile=Leslie Willis was a social media star. Wild, carefree, #YOLO and stuff. Until one of her stunts to get more followers went horribly awry. How was she supposed to know that electrical transformer was like... dangerous? Besides, it was totally the tallest point to get a shot of the oncoming thunder storm! ...Shut up! She's not stupid! You're stupid! She's got -way- more followers than you, you nerd!
|Description=Leslie Willis is one wild bundle of energy. Like, no seriously, she's electrifying. Oh, wait, no -electrocuting-. She's killing you with electricity. Because she wants your stuff. Or you tried to stop her from taking someone else's stuff. Because she's -totally- wicked. She's a super villain. Leslie Willis, aka Livewire is an honest to goodness supervillain. She sure looks it too. The 5'5" height, the svelte figure sure don't prove it. Even the bright electric blue hair that spikes up wildly might not. Kids these days, and she looks like she's in her teen years for sure. Sure, most teens aren't quite so pale. She's not really pallid either, its an utterly unnatural whiteness to her skin, really about as close to pure snow as one can get, with the occasional shift to an almost greyish blue tint. Or, given the white-blue shine to her eyes, as close as one can get to a lightning bolt given human form. Beneath that shocking blue hair are dark eyebrows. They don't match the hair, dark, primly and carefully done with a bit of an arch to them, they frame those bright, wild eyes easily. And those eyes show a touch of makeup, just a little bit of shadow, and mascara to make dark eyelashes pop. Between those large eyes is a pert, narrow nose. And beneath that nose are full lips. Dark, gleaming black lips. Maybe it's metahuman transformation, maybe it's Maybelline. Whatever it is, it's usually curled in a dismissive sneer, a sardonic twist, or just a grimace of hate and rage and wild, psychotic glee. The sweep of that pale skin disappears down into a skintight, shining covering. It's a slick, shining black fabric. Clinging like a second skin, hooking over narrow shoulders for security and, because... well, a giant lightning-bolt shaped cutout from clavicle to navel and then some probably means it needs the support of being over the shoulder, along with allowing for long sleeves that disappear down into blue gloves at her wrists. Her cleavage is bared in a daring, almost downright taunting display, full and perked up by the tight costume, it shows everything without -showing- anything. And if you happen to notice that, you're probably going to get a fifty gigawatt notice that she caught you staring. Her stomach is taut and toned without showing stark muscle definition, not rocking a six pack, she's more skinny and sleek, built for speed. At least, up top she's built for speed. Her hips swell out, filling that dark one-piece suit, which is cut high on the sides, revealing wide, broad hips, and clinging to a full, round backside. Her pale thighs are bared about halfway, before her legs disappear into tall, heeled boots made of the same mysterious fabric as her costume. The boots press in against those thicker thighs, showing there's at least a bit of give to that firm, smooth skin and muscle beneath. The heel of her boots adds almost a full five inches, bringing the wild woman nearly to 5'11", and she doesn't seem all that bothered about the lift, moving with confidence.
|History=Leslie Willis was totally your standard teen. Rebellious, bucking authority, from an upstanding upper-middle class family. Which let her afford all the equipment needed to get a start online with video streaming and the like. She was a viral star, and as her following grew, so did her risks, and the rush of going further. Sure, -school- had all those stupid videos by the costumed heroes about how you should listen to authority and stuff, but like... Superman's a square. And besides, he wasn't around when she went out in a thunder storm to livestream it! And he sure didn't stop that lightning strike that hit the power transformer she was climbing. But shockingly, it didn't kill her. No, it made her better. It made her one of -them-, those powered jerks who always got more views, more clicks, more shares. Well now she's gonna get -her- shares! Livewire's here, and she's gonna make you like her, whether you like it or not! 'cause like... your phone's electricity or whatever, see? She'll make you like it with like... computers. She's gonna figure it out.
|Personality=She's a biiiii- ...big bad surly grumpy meanspirited angsty teenage rebel. She's got a chip on her shoulder so big for everyone you oughta call her Tollhouse. Get it? Like chocolate chips? Shut up, this is why Leslie hates everyone. No one, like, -gets- her? And now she's got electrical powers and stuff, and people are -still- all harping about how 'Oh, you can't use them for cool stuff!'. Well nuts to that! Leslie's going to be lewd, crude, and full of attitude! And not in some hokey kid's cartoon way. She's going to get what she wants now, because like... she's got -powers-! Besides, who needs -friends- or like... -understanding-? Pffff.
|Abilities='''ELECTROKINESIS''' The control and manipulation of electricity. You want it, she's got it! And not in some hokey 'My hammer shoots lightning' way. She is living electricity. She still has a body, but she can transform it, traveling through electrical systems, she can even make herself appear on your TV screen. ...Okay, not like, you know, if you're watching one of her videos. Like she can be IN your TV. But she has limits. She can jump in your computer and fry it up real good, but she can't access the computer files. But she can definitely absorb electricity from power grids, and throw it back out as lightning bolts, or lightning punches, or lightning kicks.
|Skills='''MOTORMOUTH''' Leslie's got one thing going for her... aside from the whole 'Can hit you with the power grid output of a major city' thing. She can -talk-. Babble. Run on and on and distract you until she can run away. As long as she's not being interrupted with intellectually complex questions. '''SOCIAL MEDIA SAVVY''' Leslie's got an innate understanding of what teenage slackers want to see. And she's also got followers across social media platforms. And she's spent years learning to manipulate her followers, before it was to tweet at companies she was irked by, or taunt people she didn't like. Now? Who knows what she could rile a crowd up into doing.
|Resources='''FOLLOWERS''' Leslie's got -tons- of social media followers. She had them when she was just some girl doing photo posts and rants and reviews. But now she's doing -crime-, and somehow she's still got them. Sure, they're not professional henchmen, or hired goons, but they can slip her info, let her know things... or at least annoy the cops when she's in jail waiting for her bail to post. Heck, they can crowdfund her bail -for- her!
|Weaknesses='''I'M NOT DUMB!''' 
Leslie's not the sharpest pencil, the brightest crayon, the not-skipping-classes student. It turns out you don't need to be all that bright to climb up electrical equipment in a thunder storm (Who knew?) and while that has worked out -gangbusters- for 'Get super powers in a tragic accident' purposes, it's not so hot for 'Figure out how to stop this super heroic scheme to stop me' purposes. You don't need to -beat- Leslie, you just need to outwit her. And like... she's had trouble with captcha entries on websites. '''MENTAL INSTABILITY''' So there's -one- little problem with being able to absorb seemingly limitless quantities of electricity. It changes Leslie. Oh, sure, she'll maybe have sparks jumping off her, or lightning running along her body... but that's not the real issue. The real issue is electricity's like a drug. If she's drained, she's a surly, grumpy, mopey teenager. If she's charged up, she's a wild, rambunctious villain, or at least, menace to society. If she's -super charged- she's a megalomaniacal super villain. In the body of a teenager. With the personality of a teenager who ate Sugar Crisp for breakfast and replaced the milk with Four Loco. She's manic, borderline unhinged, and as unpredictable as... well, lightning. '''WATER''' Oh god! I'm melting! Meeeeeltiiiing! Hahahaha, no I'm not. But like... water and electricity are bad, right? Because you saw those PSAs about like, toasters in bath tubs? Well Leslie's like a big big toaster. Hit her with water while she's charged up, and the sparks are going to fly. Literally. Also, it'll probably knock her out.
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3164/Drown Your Sorrows At Josie's

2017-11-23T06:22:12Z

SerraKeto:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/11/15
|Location=New York City
|Synopsis=Josie's is a classy joint, and when you go to a classy joint, you meet classy people.
|Cast of Characters=245, 210, 1560
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' Josie's is not the classiest place, but is a well known establishment in Hell's Kitchen, if you got some pocket change, you can probably get yourself some disgusting quality booze. Which is probably why the place had stood in place for so many years. It also makes it a perfect drinking hole for a person's of Jessica's infamous thirst for anything with alcohol in it. If he wasn't a cartoon, Archer would have gotten along just fine with Jessica when it comes to the drinking department. She's currently sitting on the bar, three empty shot glasses infront of her, and another glass of whiskey, she's currently working on another one. 

:'''{{#var:210|Havok (210)}} has posed:''' Alex Summers, man about the town, or at least out of his 6 day hole at Xaviers during the day and Harry's Bar in the evenings. He's not shaved in 3 days. At least he's showered (for those who can smell really well). His mussed blonde hair is mussed. He wears black combat boots, black military cargo pants, and a black shirt that clings to his muscular stomach, chest, shoulders and back. The material of the shirt is like that of wicking exercise gear. Over that shirt is a light black jacket with red stripes down the arms and a red X on the left chest. He's not shy about advertising who he is with. Unless of course it's a school jacket for Xavier's something or another. His eyes are bloodshot, but still quite blue. Alex moves into the bar, looks around and will take a seat to Jessica's left leaving one bar stool between the two of them. He'll gather the bartender's attention and say, "I'll have what she's having." and thumbs toward Jessica's position. 

:'''{{#var:1560|Bombshell (1560)}} has posed:''' Bombshell is dressed so that her metallic form doesn't stick out quite as bad. She's got a leather short jacket on that covers her arms and shoulders, which helps cut down on the gleam. And Josie's doesn't have a ton of light to begin with so she's not reflecting light everywhere like she does normally. Instead it lends an almost burnished look to her silvered skin. And she's got a simple grey knit beanie pulled over her hair and forhead, covering more of her metallic skin. She doesn't come in from the front door, she comes in from the alley entrance, following a couple guys who stepped out for a smoke. She steps up to the bar a few seconds after Havok does but she's on Jessica's right. "Same." She calls over to the bartender. She turns her head, looking down the bar, eyes peering at Alex's jacket a few seconds before her attention swings back to the bartender, waiting to see if she gets carded or gets a drink. 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' Jessica doesn't usually pay much heed to who is joining by her side, people come and go all the time after all, it's a freakin' bar. But when she hears the blonde to her left asking for what she's having, Jessica turns her head and considers him with an arched brow, "you mean right now, or for the last 15 minutes?" She asks, gesturing at the array of empty whiskey glass and shot glasses infront of her, "this one is Knob Creek Whiskey," she shakes her glass to draw attention to it before she downs it and calls at Josie, "I'll have another one while you're giving him his." When Bombshell walks in and sits to Jessica's right, the PI turns to give her a quick once over, before whispering at her, "aren't you a bit on the young side...?" Not loudly, mind you, she's not looking to have the girl tossed out there. It's more of a notice to reconsider, really. "Don't start too early, this shit's expensive..." 

:'''{{#var:210|Havok (210)}} has posed:''' Alex will look over to Jess and smirk as he looks over the glasses and the bottle. He knows what he ordered. And now he knows his drinking companion is into competition or feels the need to display her fortitude. He'll note, "15 minutes? Yeah, I'll catch up." The bartender returns with the request. Alex will gather what is given in exchange for his credit card and his keys (given to the bartender as well, he doesn't intend to drive). The keychain has a leather strap on it with JEEP pressed into it and a Jeep fob/key attached. He also sits his samsung phone on the bar and presses the face. It lights up, he slides the bar across with his fingerprint and then clicks a red button that says 'off duty'. There is a green button next to it that says 'on duty'. But he doesn't press it. He turns off his phone and then lines up a few of the shot glasses and then pours from the bottle. 

:'''{{#var:1560|Bombshell (1560)}} has posed:''' Bombshell gets a weather eye from the bartender. They're expereinced at picking out people that are too young. Bombshell might be a little hard to pick out since metal skin, can't see the normal signs of aging, but even then... The silver featured girl looks up from her study of the shot glasses to the bartender, then sighs, loudly. "Fine. I'll have a coke." There's a huff from her, but she reaches into her pocket to pull out some momney, grumbling. The bills are crumpled, so she has to smooth them out, and pass them over until she's paid for the soda, grumbling the entire time. "See, this is why I go to bars in Gotham. No one asks me for ID. They just give me booze and count themselves lucky no one broke anything in their bar that night." Bombshell peers at the phone antics with Havok, a not so soft snort and a laugh from the the quantum powered girl. "Wait... you have an off duty button? Is that a... I'm not super heroing today button? Or a... you can't call the teacher right now button?" A broad smirk settles on Bombshell's lips as she turns, leaning on her elbow so she's facing Jessica, and also Havok beyond her. 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' "Be my guest, if you keep up, Josie might actual comp me for once in her life," she then looks over at the rough woman tending the bar, "whaddaya say Josie? Blond here matches me and I get a free bottle of Whiskey?" Can't fault Jess for trying, the response, as can be expected is a glare and a spitting on the floor. "Figures," she snorts, as she quickly sips from her new glass as it's served. She does look curiously at the 'on / off duty' bit, unable not to spot such a detail as she asks, "the hell was that? You a cabbie or something?" "I'll give that you got some balls simply sitting at the bar and ordering like you own the place," Jessica remarks to Bombshell, not wanting to disappoint her too much. "That's because Gotham is a shit show, kid, worse than New York, that's for sure..." when Bombshell has her own remark to Alex, Jessica snorts, "could also mean he's some kind of hipster douche well ahead of the curve, just a theory." 

:'''{{#var:210|Havok (210)}} has posed:''' Shooting three glasses in a row, Alex will grimace a moment at the burn and then begin to fill them up again. He'll lean forward, looking over to the silver girl that ordered the Coke and then to Jess. Then back to the silver girl. Alex will answer, "It's a, 'don't call me unless the world is about to explode because I'm not in the mood to deal with dumbass supervillains who want to do stupid things for their personal gain or to show off how powerful and stupid they are', button.". He's got nothing more to say as he finishes pouring the next three glasses full of the liquor and then sits the bottle down. 

:'''{{#var:1560|Bombshell (1560)}} has posed:''' "Well, can't blame a girl for trying. I could fly over to England and no one would give a shit that I'm not 21. THey'd raise a pint and cheer it and then move on." More grumbling from the metal skinned woman. She does take teh coke glass when it's set down in front of her and takes a sip from it. "What if I just gave you some money and you can order some extra shots. From the look and sound of it it wouldn't go amiss with she bear back there." Her voice is kept low, not wanting to get thrown out. Not yet at least. She should have to cause some trouble before getting thrown out. "I kinda like Gotham. But... I don't really have to worry about the bullets and blades that your average citizen does so..." One shoulder shrugs slightly. "Oh. Dude I need a button like that. But.... I don't really have anyone to tell I'm off duty so I guess it wouldn't much matter. Assholes just like to throw down sometimes and get the shit kicked out of them." Bombshell shrugs again and takes another drink nof her coke, grumbling not too softly about how she could really use some kick in her coke. 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' "A regular Superman, huh?" Jessica snorts as Alex explains it, "well, all the power to you...what's your thing than? Hammer that shoots lightning or a suit that does it instead?" Always fun to pick and choose among the Avengers, seeing how famous they are. Still, as Alex does show capability of at least matching her for now, Jessica applauds him, "well done, shall we have a round of four horsemen then?" Peering over at Bombshell, she offers, "or perhaps a rum and coke? Is that considered alcohol? I can never tell." Jessica smirks at Bombshell, "I like your smartass attitude, but that still won't change you the fact that this ain't fucking England." Jessica visibly becomes a bit coiled at the subject of conversation when it hits heroes and villains, muttering, "well, you can be off duty and some fucker dies. Then again, if you worry about every single fucker out there, you'll get a heart attack, so...glad I'm not one of you." Clearly the two have identified themselves pretty clearly as partaker in the game of heroism. 

:'''{{#var:210|Havok (210)}} has posed:''' Alex drinks quickly. Three more shots down. The indication of a burn immediately after. Alex tightens his eyes shut for a few seconds and grabs the bar. His eyes open again and he smiles. Looking over to the row of Jessica's row and then to Jessica herself. He's already had some day-drinking going on so he's warming up physiologically to match his physical heat that is possibly noticable by people who stand close to him. He notes, "Looks like you gotta catch up before we take on Apocalypse and his four jackass buddies. Again." He'll shift/turn the stool toward Jessica (and subsequently Bombshell located on the other side of her). He'll place his feet on the footrest of the stool between himself and Jess. Then lean against the bar to his left. He smiles at the snarkyness between the two girls. But won't say anything to add to the dogpile of Jess jumping on Bombshell. 

:'''{{#var:1560|Bombshell (1560)}} has posed:''' "Four Horsemen?" Bombshell asks curiously, tilting her head to the side to peer at Jessica. "Yes, that's considered rum and coke. Which Josie won't let me have." She turns and makes a face at the bartender, which probably gets her another flat stare. She smirks in Jessica's direction, and gives her head a shake. "I'm not much for the heroing. I mean... I see shit going down I do something about it. But you won't find me hurrying off to some red alert shit. I've got my own problems and issues that need working on. Can't be taking on everyone else's. Especially when I can't have any alchohol to help relax." A small glare in Josie's direction before she sips from her non alchoholic coke again. "So I guess that leaves the heroing to yourself there X Boy." She calls around Jessica. She tilts on her seat a little bit so she's leaning back, one hand gripping the seat between her legs so she doesn't topple over backwards. Not that she'd hit the floor, but hey human instinct. 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' "What are you pussying out on me...? You obviously don't plan on driving any time soon, so why not? Come on, let's do Horsemen," Jessica eggs on, before emptying her glass and repouring them all, going through them one by one like an assault rifle of drinking, slamming that last one down, "match that, Superman," she quips at Alex. When Bombshell asks, Jessica gives her a straight up answer, "shot of Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, Johnnie Walker, Jamesons, and Bacardi, it'll fuck you up good. Just blow out the flame if they set it on fire, before you drink, don't wanna get 3rd degree burns do you?" Jessica eyes Bombshell when she talks a bit like an adult there in parts, "good for you on not doing red alert shit, but the fuck you mean you can't do without alcohol, what the fuck did you go through that brain drowser is a must?" When the conclusion is that Havok himself is the lone hero, Jessica prods again, "so what the fuck do you do? Sparkles out of your fingertips or something?" 

:'''{{#var:210|Havok (210)}} has posed:''' Alex smiles, points to the bartender and says, "Bring out the horsemen." Then back to Jessica. "I'm Alex Summers.". He will offer his very warm hand across the stool between them. The hand will be warmer than the average bear, unnaturally so. He'll then note, "I have this heat inside of me. I'm an X-Man. And when the need arises and some jackass villain wants to fight. I let the heat out. And burn them down." 

:'''{{#var:1560|Bombshell (1560)}} has posed:''' Overall Bombshell is a pretty youthful person. She's not exactly upbeat, but she has a lot of energy, boundless really, and she looks young as well. Talks like the age she is, though doesn't exactly dress it in her black canvas cargo pants, combat boots and tank top. She opens her mouth to throw some sass back at Jessica before her mouth closes and her features settle into a somber expression. Her shoulders lift in a half roll and she lifts her coke to take a sip from it. "Don't need booze. Just helps." This in a flat more neutral tone than before. She glances over at Alex as he talks about heat attacks, a curious brow lifting. "So one might say... you're rather hot?" A faint smirk pulls at the corner of her mouth, though it settles back into a neutral line as she turns back to contemplate her half full glass of coke. 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' Jessica doesn't find out about the heat, because she doesn't shake the offered hand, she just gives Alex a look as she snorts, "Josie's nowhere near a formal setting," a side glance at Josie and she spits, "no offense Josie, but you know the place is a shithole," at least she gets no complaints there. Josie used to Jessica by now, then again, what place doesn't consider Jessica a regular in this city. It's only as an after thought that she realizes Alex just introduced himself, so as she fixes herself another glass before Josie brings on the horsemen, she mutters, "Jessica Jones." She eyes Alex when he explains his power, and hold up her hand as a stop sign, "hold on there, buddy, no need to bring that heat out next to me..." When Bombshell throws a comment that more or less falls in line with Jessica's own about Havok, she turns to give the girl a high-five if she'll take it, "good going, that earns you a freebie, so what was it you were gonna snap at me? Promise I won't get angry with you." 

:'''{{#var:210|Havok (210)}} has posed:''' Alex will smile over Jess' shoulder toward Bombshell's remark. "That's one way to put it." Then he realizes that there's a whole moment of Jess not taking his hand and making an excuse about it. But also realizes that some people just don't like to be touched. So he withdraws and leaves it well enough alone. And of course his remarks are halted. He shrugs and nods. Accepting the lack of words are better. He only remarks, "You wanted to know." Then will swivel back toward the bar and put his elbows on the bar waiting for the horsemen from the tender. He'll also shift his own stock to the side making room. 

:'''{{#var:1560|Bombshell (1560)}} has posed:''' Bombshell can't help a soft snort of amusement when Jessica calls the place a shit hole to it's owner. She glances at Josie, then back to Jessica. "You got balls too lady." Bombshell comments as she tips her coke back and drains the glass, looking down into it a little mournfully. She glances back up as Jessica goes for the high five, meeting it and giving her head a shake. "Nah, was just continuing the sass train. Not popping off or anything. You're good." She offers the woman a quick smile, though she does turn to look over at Havok after she gets no reaction with her little bit of teasing. "Nothing? Not even a chuckle? Come on that was funny. A bit cheesey sure but funny!" 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' "I did, I could do with leaving something to the imagination, or less innuendo," Jessica puts it more bluntly on her second try. "Guilty as charged," Jessica notes at Bombshell's compliment, "fairly good odds I got the biggest balls in the room," Jessica asserts unflinchingly. "Don't worry, you're top 5 Josie," she quips at the tender as she shoots her a glance. "It was," Jessica supports Bombshell, before blowing off the flames from her Four Horsemen and downing it in a second. She winces a moment later, slamming the shot glass hard on the counter, "that drink always gives such a kick!" 

:'''{{#var:210|Havok (210)}} has posed:''' Alex will answer as plainly as possible then. "Fiery Plasma." Then again, was it the booze talking with the inuendo and implied danger involved. Very likely. He carries himself annoyed. When he walked in, annoyed, now, annoyed. But his attention turned to the shot glasses with the flame placed in front of him akin to those placed in front of Jess. Alex will not bother to put out the flames. Instead, he'll lift each glass, one at a time and drink them as is. Burning. He shoots each just as fast as he did the two sets of three before. The burn that effects him is chemical, not elemental. Once done, he slams down the last shot glass and says, "Fuck." as if he's now pushed over the edge. 
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3219/Things We Do In The Subway

2017-11-23T06:06:24Z

SerraKeto: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2017/11/23 |Location=Brooklyn Subway Station |Synopsis=The MTA done goofed and the subway is delayed for eternity. This brings the unlikely groupin..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/11/23
|Location=Brooklyn Subway Station
|Synopsis=The MTA done goofed and the subway is delayed for eternity. This brings the unlikely grouping of Jessica Jones, Thor, Winter Soldier, Kitora and Caim together. Long story short, Jessica beats the God of Thunder at arm wrestling. Would wonders ever cease?
|Cast of Characters=245, 229, 898, 107, 1516
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' One of the things that Jessica just absolutely LOVES about the MTA, is when she's about as far as can be from where she needs to go, and there's an unscheduled train delay to Manhattan for forever and a half. Right now she's sitting on a bench, looking very VERY remarkably unhappy. She holds something in a brown bag from which she constantly sips, while looking at her phone every now and then just to see how much time didn't pass. At the moment, she hates life. 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' Bucky would be going incognito today....because you never freaking know who's Hydra. As such, he's simply wearing a simple black jacket as well as a dark blue baseball cap, coal black pants, black gloves, and standard combat boots. He sees Jessica being....well Jessica, though he doesn't approach. He keeps to himself really, though he does lean against one of the walls near Jessica when he discovers that the train's been delayed. That sucks. and so begins the day of Bucky...who's attempting to go to the museum to learn more about his past...becasue his head is a giant whopping pile of mess. 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua is waiting for the train as well. She is waiting for a train to get to her stop, heading to the IMAX theater. She's been using her powers a little too much of late and is trying to curb back a bit - running into Magneto (even while he was behaving himself) got her attention. The Asian redhead sits and is watching videos on gymnastics meets on her cellphone, waiting impatiently. Inaction is not something she's good at - she does have a brown paper bag herself - though hers is full of snacks. She is chewing on jerky as she watches, glancing over at the next bench to the woman who appears to be drinking herself stupid. 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     "How can this be? This is an outrage!" Thor bellows to the machine that informed the Asgardian god that his train has been delayed. There's a loud WHOOMPHF followed by the sound of a broken plate or dishes on the ground... Only ... there's no dishes here? No, there is a large fist sized hole in the tile work next to the machine with Thor pulling his fist from the wall covered in white dust from the bashed in wall.     He turns around slowly and lifts his clean hand up to the back of his head and tries to play off the display of anger and strength with a dopey smile. 

:'''{{#var:1516|Caim (1516)}} has posed:'''     Caim just walks about, leaning on his cane as he sniffs the air. He makes his way along the various people and yet one of them draws his attention. He Tilts his head at bucky and begins to approach him. He begins to speak russian to the man. To those who dont know russian they are just basic russian phrases. For those like bucky and Caim, they would be recognized as trigger phrases. He then looks to Thor as he draws attention to himself. 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' The moment Bucky moves within the vicinity of Jessica, she turns to look back at him, she has this uncanny awareness to her personal space. Not that she's overly suspicious of people (well she is), she just prefers to be safe rather than sorry. As Bucky doesn't seem to be doing anything untoward, she just mutters at him, "promise me you'll fix the goddamn MTA and I'll vote you for Mayor, whoever you are." It's Thor who truly steals Jessica's attention, "dude! I totally relate to your anger, the MTA sure can suck, but you breaking the freakin' station won't help anyone." She doesn't seem surprised by his feat of strength, it's freakin' New York City, you have metas and supers with you on the subway every other day. Alas, but Jessica doesn't know Russian, she's rather super at triggers, but it wouldn't really help anyone at this point. She just keeps a good look at everyone around, must be the PI in her, and then she has herself another sip of her hidden drink. 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua yelps as she hears something smashing as she stands up, only to see some guy rather irate at the subway service. "Yeah - I know," she mutters as she sits back down, sighing softly. Maybe she should just light up and fly away but she's trying to do this normally. She checks another video... but does take a quick stealth photo of Thor. Hey, he's hot. What can she say? Some Russian-sounding gibberish is barely noticed by the redhead. 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' Bucky was just minding his own business like your average bloke until Caim came around speaking Russian at him. While those trigger words weren't one of the ultra specific ones that are still coded in his mind, Bucky just shakes his head at him, waiting until he was finished before speaking in fluent and crystal clear Russian himself. "You done soldier? Keep away, unless you look for a grave." Though Thor's actions get a little look from Bucky to the God but Bucky doesn't make a commotion. Instead, his eyes flow back to Caim. Though Jessica does get his attention when she offers that if he fixes it, she'll vote him for mayor, he speaks calmly, keeping his face hidden fairly well. "You don't want me for mayor...and I'm not good with machines." a DEFINATE lie there, but he's trying to lay low. 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     "It will help me. Feel better at this abhorent display of poor timing from this cities infastructure!" Thor reports his thoughts with that booming voice, his blue eyes turning towards Jessica and laughing softly before looking between Caim and Bucky, but having no words for the two men, nor any further for Jessica. He instead turns, his long red cape wooshing as he does so and claims a seat on a bench, his weight is enough to cause the structure to groan beneath his muscles, his gaze turns upon Kitora, but he doesn't say anything to the younger woman and instead looks out towards the tracks. 

:'''{{#var:1516|Caim (1516)}} has posed:'''     Caim laughs "Didnt anyone tell you, I am unkillable." Caim says back to the man in russian and he looks around to the various people. When Thor throws his fit he just laughs and shakes his head. "A god, a Super Soldier and two women walk into a subway car." Caim says in english as he looks to the two women. Jessica is regarded with a longer gaze but Kitora is basically ignored. He then turned his attention to bucky. "So What do you do now? Hydra wouldnt let you go willingly. SHIELD is no different, just different emblems." 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' "Why not? Anyone would be better than the idiot we got now, I mean, give funds to the MTA to run this shit, it isn't rocket science, fuck." Jessica snorts, kicking an empty can someone discarded farther from herself. "Like you need to be good with machines to be mayor, or fix this shit, hell, I bet I could do it given the proper authority." Then Thor proves to be better than Jessica at bitching about stuff, extra points for doing it extra loudly with a side of theatrics. "I'm with you Jimbo, but shouting at us won't change anything, now will it?" She takes a moment after taking a closer look at the cape, "so...are you a hero or some lost royalty from another dimension?" She asks snarkily. But then there's Caim to provide unasked for exposition, leading Jessica to actually turn her head completely towards him, raising a brow, "did you just say we got a Super Soldier and a God in our company? Hot damn today is crazy. Unless of course you're the crazy making up stuff, in which case, it's pretty average." 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua blinks. God? Super soldier? Oh my. This might be interesting after all. She takes those at their words, but is keeping a low profile. Nobody seems to realize that there's a god, a supersoldier, AND a mutant present. She adjusts her sunglasses, keeping them on, hiding her red eyes. She wonders who's the god and who's the supersoldier as she takes that photo of the handsome man (Thor) and does a reverse-google search to see if she can find out who it is. 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' Bucky frowns at Caim, speaking still in Russian "Everyone is killable. Some just take longer than others." he says stone faced and coldly. Though he does look to Jessica, a small smile then "Heh. Fair enough ma'am." and he says nothing else then...though he is curious about Thor. His attention though? strictly on Caim, speaking in Russian again. "I know my situation, I don't need you to explain it." 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     "Super Soldier you say?" Thor says, turning his head towards Caim. "If I'm the god, and you're not a female, one of you two must be the super soldier. But you are Midgardians, you would still not best me in a simple arm wrestling contest!" Thor saws with a pleased smile on his face. He does give Kitora a pleasant smile, but his attention goes right back to Caim and Bucky. Sorry Jess, you don't seem to be promising a fight in the next 10 seconds. 

:'''{{#var:1516|Caim (1516)}} has posed:'''     "I served in World war 1 and 2. Was a weapon for the Axis forces. Naturally this makes me popular to the authorities." Caim says as he watches them and smiles a little more as he leans on his cane. When Bucky speaks to him he simply chuckles. "I have walked this earth for four thousand years and have suffered through what anyone can do to a human body. In the end I am still here." He says back in russian before turning to Thor. "I may not be as strong as you, but I bet I can best you without that hammer, Thunder god." 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' Them's the breaks, oh norse God of Thunder, Jessica is cheap and notoriously doesn't promise people shit. She does at the very least get up, taking another sip of her bottle, looking between all gathered, particularly between the Winter Soldier and Caim, as she asides at Thor, "are you sure that one isn't female?" Indicating Caim, if only because he seems to be the troublemaker around. "Heck, I could be the super soldier for all you know. I could definitely take you in arm wrestling." Yeah, she's in her top snarky form tonight. Must be the MTA's doing. "Okay...so not female, but I'd check who escaped a mental patients ward in the last few days..." 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Thor. Oh... Em... Gee. It's Thor, the God of Thunder. It _has_ to be. She stands up. "I'm no soldier," she muses softly. "I'm special in my own way though," she states, talking to nobody in particular. She gets a piece of paper out of a pocket and a pen. "Mr. Thor? Can I have your autograph?" she asks, grinning widely, gazing up at Thor, a smile on her face. The Caim/Bucky byplay is being sidetracks, though someone who actually admitted to helping the BAD GUYS in the past is probably someone she doesn't want to associaet with. She doesn't speak Russian. Just English and Japanese. She finishes off a jerky stick, having left her bag of snacks on the bench. 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' Bucky just looks at Caim, apparently not looking impressed. "You haven't faced me yet. Though with all do respect, you're not worth the blood." and Lord knows Bucky's seen much....most of it not of his own free will. He does look at Kitora though when she asks Thor for his autograph and all that, giving a little smirk to that exchange. Though Jessica does get a grin. 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     Thor turns to Kitora and takes the pen and at the paper he pokes the pen through the paper and then hands it back. "There." Smiling dumbly before he turns back to Jessica and smiles even bigger. "You're on Raven Haired Woman." Thor says, standing up from the bench and yet he levels his blue eyes onto Caim. "You think my hammer is my power. You boast a lot for a man with a limp." Thor says abruptly puffing out his broad chest towards the old mutant.     "I will gladly fight you all here and now. This place could use a little excitement." More boasting from the blonde, but he's not known to back down from anything or anyone. 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' "Man, you're actually the God of Thunder?" Jessica asks Thor once his identity is apparently being confirmed all around, "because I have a list of people that deserve lightning bolts up their asses." It also makes her a bit less confident about her ability to win an arm wrestling contest, though she doesn't back off, having arm wrestled a god would be a great drinking story. Jessica peers a moment at Caim, then back at Thor, "so...you want to arm wrestle now? I mean the train won't come till forever from now...or do you want to go wipe the floor with that guy first?" 

:'''{{#var:1516|Caim (1516)}} has posed:'''     "Get my blood inside your body and I can turn you even human, Asgardian." Caim says as he smirks to the god and looks to the others. He then smiles to Kitora. "Special in your own right? You know mutants arent popular here." He asks in fluent japanese before turning back to Bucky before returning his attention back to Thor. "So how about it. A simple contest, no magical gear, and the first to give up loses." He says as he sets his cane aside and pops his neck. 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua goes pale at Caim's words as she steps back, shocked. First, the mighty Thor is a moron who can't even use a pen - then this person just told her that in Japanese. She just stares, dumbfounded, not sure what's going on. "Axis powers, huh? Nazi sympathizers are hated even more," she hisses back in Japanese as well as she returns to her seat in a huff, fishing out a Butterfinger bar and gnawing on it, glaring at Caim and Thor. 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' Bucky just kind of pretends he doesn't know Japanese, playing dumb extraordinarily well. Though he does give a little grin to Jessica when she offers an arm wrestling contest right now. Though if it's a fight between Caim and Thor? his money is on the God of Thunder who's faced down far greater threats than Caim. 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     Thor is no moron. He just has no need for pen and paper. His is a prince, a warrior prince who wields a hammer and shield more than a scribe uses a quill and parchment.     "I think a simple contest would ruin this structure, as the Raven haired woman has already explained, she would not appreciate that, plus she challenged me first, so she shall be the first to face the mighty Thor in combat.     Thor begins to look around for a suitable place to place his elbow to take on any commer. 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' Jessica stares with awe at Caim, utterly shocked by what she's hearing, "are you sure you survived all those years like you claimed? I mean...giving away your own element of surprise seems pretty stupid to me, then again, I'm not the Highlander, so maybe I'm just new to this immortal warrior thing." Yeah, it's an elaborate way to call Caim a dumbass without calling him such, Jess can have some tact when the stars align. Jess by no means speaks Japanese, so that saves Kitora from some choice words, instead Jess just remarks, "saying you were buddy buds with the Nazis, kinda the wrong approach to being popular." When Thor offers to perform the arm wrestling challenge ahead of Caim's "do you bleed?" challenge, she laughs, and follows the God of Thunder on the quest for a proper field of....arm wrestling? 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua just stares at Caim. Maybe it's time for her to go... but though Thor's a moron, he's still cute so she stays. She then avoids eye contact with the self-professed bad guy as she just sits there, waiting for the train, but is aware of the situation. Ready to act if she must. 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' Bucky jsut closes his eyes and leans against that little column, adjusting his hat as he waits for the train. Though Jessica and Thor's arm wrestling match remains an intriguing thought, Bucky just wants to avoid attention.... 

:'''{{#var:1516|Caim (1516)}} has posed:'''     "The more enemies I have the better." Caim says as he watches Jessica and he turns to Kitora. "It was a job which let me fight against everyone I want. Once I used to believe in helping others and being a hero but I discovered the best way to improve humanity is to give it something to fight against." He says in english before moving to reclaim his cane and he goes to watch the arm wrestling. " 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     "Raven haired wench who smells of whiskey, what beeth thou name?" The blond god asks as he steps up to a trash can and upturns the thing, given them a flat, plastic surface to which they can lock hands and level their elbows for a rough game of stuggle.     "You claim to have been a force of evil in order for people to create a force for good... That... sounds very virtuous but is rather foolish and horrible. The innocent lives taken by those you were fighting along side. That is not the thoughts and attitude of a good man. Asgardian or otherwise." Thor waxes philosophical for a brief moment before he turns his blue gaze back to Jessica and with a hint of grimace as he is savoring the conflict. 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' Overhearing Caim while she follows Thor, Jessica asks the God of Thunder, "have you ever heard an idiot like that guy before? Or is he the first one? Just wondering, because obviously I haven't in my lifetime, but then it's a small span...as a God, you probably had more of a chance to meet the Great Idiots of History, no?" But her levity dies down a bit when she gets dubbed "Raven Haired Wench Who Smells of Whiskey," rolling her eyes at Thor, she snorts, "aren't you the charmer...name's Jessica. From what little I know of Norse mythology, you'd be Thor, huh?" When Thor prepares the field of their sporting event, Jessica downs the rest of her bottle and tosses it aside. What do you expect? Thor just upended the trash can, she couldn't use that. Either way, he apparently made a good call on the whiskey. 

:'''{{#var:229|Winter Soldier (229)}} has posed:''' Bucky simply smiles as Thor and Jessica sit down for arm wrestling, though Bucky does stand up straigt now, taking this oppurtunity to slip out..anyone looking for Bucky possibly wondering where on earth that snow ninja went. Regardless, Bucky leaves, because that train was taking far too long. 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     Thor wiggles his fingers as he lowers his body down to the upside down can and with the elbow on the plastic he waits. "Jessica the Raven it is." Thor says with a polite toothy smile as he takes her hand in his. The god thinks the woman is just that, a plain old Midgardian woman who is like tooth pick to the Asgardian, he will play nice and let her have a challenge for when she pushes he'll struggle a little bit and ultimately win this contest, but she'll have a nice story and he'll have another victory. 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' Jessica laughs when Thor actually takes note of her distaste for the name he gave her (accurate though it may be) and gives her a more lyrical one in 'Jessica the Raven', needless to say, it sounds far more flattering so she'll take it. "I could certainly start a wrestling career with that name," Jessica grins, setting her elbow down in place and hooking hands with Thor. She doesn't realize how generous the God of Thunder is, intending to give her a sporting chance, so once he notes that he's ready, she'll go with all of her strength. Because unlike Thor who means to be nice to a normal human woman, she's someone who knows she's taking on a God, so she doesn't want to humiliate herself. Using all of her strength, she simply brings Thor's hand down in seconds before he has time to realize she is super powered, and adjust. Once she does that, she stares, blinks, stares again, peers towards her discarded empty bottle of whisky and asks, "did that just really happen, or am I seeing things?" 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua just blinks. Oh my. That was a fast victory. Thor wasn't ready it seems. Kitora just blinks. "So we found the supersoldier," she muses softly, clicking her tongue as she approaches closer. "I'm impressed. Maybe I can have your autograph for Thor can't seem to figure out how to use a pen and paper," she notes, holding up that sheet of paper that just has a puncture hole in it. 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     Thor is left speechless. He's standing there with his arm bent roughly the wrong way and his jaw is on the floor. He turns his head towards Kitora and then back to Jess. "Jessica the Raven, you have much explaining to do." He's not even upset, he's just surprised and shocked. So much so he starts to walk away before Jess or Kitora can even remind him he's waiting for the train. His whole world is upside down right now. He needs a nap or something to recover. 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' When Kitora approaches Jessica to ask for an autograph, Jessica laughs, "sure, but I'm sorry to disappoint, I doubt it'll amount to anything...I'm actually not the super soldier." She does, however, signs as promised: 'Jessica Jones', it's not the best handwritting, but it's legible. After hand the autographed paper back to Kitora, she turns to look preplexed at Thor, "I've got explaining to do? Why?" Standing up as he simply leaves, Jessica asks, "you are the God of Thunder, right? The Thor?" 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua shrugs. "That's what my phone says. Some guys are so macho that their delicate egos can't handle beaten by a woman," she muses softly. "And... I'm so glad that other guy is gone - he gave me the creeps. His Japanese is very good though - too bad all he said was things I'd rather not." She shrugs. "Hey - I think I hear something?" she asks, as she peeks down the tunnel, hoping she's actually hearing a train and not the God of Thunder having a tantrum. 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     "The one and only." Thor retorts as he abandons his train ride to go find a bar with some really, really strong booze. It's possibly an open invitation to others to follow, but the man is lost in his own thoughts. 

:'''{{#var:245|Jessica Jones (245)}} has posed:''' Jessica waves at Thor as he keeps on his way, and mutters at Kitora, "god or not, that's men for you," and she nods wholeheartedly about the remarks Kitora has about Caim, "that guy is the dumbest immortal I've ever met if he really lived as long as he claims. Just outright stupid." And wouldn't you know it? Here comes a train, almost as a special prize to Jessica for beating a god at arm wrestling. This day is turning out better than she expected! 
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2847/The Bonfire of the Vain: Chapter 2

2017-10-27T22:03:59Z

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|Date of Scene=2017/10/14
|Location=Morlock Tunnels
|Synopsis=Continuation of Gambit and X-23's misadventure in the Morlock Tunnels.
|Cast of Characters=14, 78
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' RECAP: The last time we saw our heroes they were stuck in the Morlock Tunnels. Laura was chasing after Caliban, who was acting all manner of creepy. Gambit had been konked on the head and left in The Fridge while the Morlocks prepared a special bonfire in his honor. A Few Hours Later... "Ow...." It's always a bit unpleasant to be woken, even when you haven't been konked on the head by a super-strong Morlock. As Gambit slowly regains consciousness, the first sensation he registers is intense pain in his head, and a dull ache pretty much everywhere else. The next thing that he's aware of is the cold. Wherever he is, it's cold enough to keep milk from spoiling. Or Gambit, apparently. Unfortunately there are no lights anywhere for him to get a sense of the room, but he can tell that he's laying directly on something hard, concrete most likely. His hands and feet are bounds with what appear to be lengths of scrap wire, which are digging into the tender flesh of his wrists and ankles. In other words... It must be Saturday. "Damn. Must be Saturday..." Elsewhere in the tunnel, the Morlock known as Caliban has led Laura on a merry chase away from the others, who are predominantly concerned with keeping The Hated One (Gambit) nice and secure until they're ready to burn him alive. We probably don't know what they're planning to do to him immediately before and immediately after the actual bonfire. Although there were Morlocks pursuing the pint-sized predator, Caliban's escape route has taken them through some twisting, turning tunnels, which have effectively lost all of the pursuers. None of the other Morlocks have Caliban's mutant location abilities, so they're stuck using their subterranean senses like a bunch of naked mole rats. It's almost as if he WANTED Laura to get away from the rest of the Morlocks. God only knows why. He's also led her far enough to get away from the power-cancelling effects of the mutant kid known as Leech. Her superhuman senses and healing factor should be coming back any minute now... When it seems as if Caliban is going to keep running forever, he finally gets to a section of tunnel that appears to be a dead end. Illuminated only by tiny bit of the bioluminescent slime that the Morlocks use instead of paying power bills, the room is just shy of being completely dark. There's just enough light to tell that Caliban has stopped running, and has turned around to face the girl, huffing, puffing, and panting from his long cross-tunnel run. In a voice that's low, and punctuated by deep, panting breaths, Caliban calls out to Laura. "Yield!.... Caliban... yields!" 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura hadn't considered that Caliban might be leading her into a trap, her survival instincts were all about reducing the number of threats she has to deal with, as well as hoping that distance from whatever Morlock negated her healing factor will restart it again. She certainly could use it after the injuries she gathered in her bold escape / chase after Caliban. "Caliban is not a target," Laura reassures him when he stops running by the dead end and states he's yielding. "Just wanted to ask, why you said 'pretty pretty'? You're not like the rest of them...you will talk. I just asked about the Hated One, they decided to turn it into a fight. I win fights, professionally." 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "Target. Not target. None of this matters to Caliban. Caliban knows what the girl's intentions are. Caliban sees the truth behind face. Caliban can always tell." His dialogue is a bit... stream of consciousness, which is perhaps the last thing that Laura wants from him right now. After all, she's very terse, but more importantly, she's direct. Standing in the dark, bent forward with his hands on his knees, Caliban continues to spout riddles in the dark, as his voice gradually becomes less strained. It remains high-pitched though. High-pitched and gravelly at the same time. "The Hated One is our enemy. Much Morlock blood he has on his hands. All his fault was the carnage. He knows this, even though he tells himself he was duped. Never duped, that one... The Others wish his death. Caliban wishes his death. But Caliban does not wish for his blood to be spilled by The Others." "Ruin the pretty lights. Pretty pretty lights, like yours." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "Caliban knows truth...?" Laura retracts her claws with a *snikt* as she stands there infront of him, looking at him curiously, "what is my truth?" She asks, perhaps unaccustomed to people who speak in Caliban's manner, and she got curious. The differences in their speech mannerism is a bit jarring, blunt directness from Laura versus the metaphorical rambling of Caliban. "Enemy? What did Hated One do?" Laura inquires, quite attentive to Caliban, and for bonus points, she hasn't hurt him yet. "I have pretty lights? How? I am not luminiscent." 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "We are ALL luminescent..." The tone in Caliban's voice when he says this matches pretty closely with the one that might be expected from a person who was telling something very obvious to a very small child. He doesn't seem particularly afraid of her, even though he spent a really long time running away from her. It's as if he knows that she won't hurt him, whether she knows it herself or not. "On the inside. Luminescent ones. All of the chosen. Others see what is on the outside, but Caliban can see the lights that hide beneath the skin. Caliban knows the girl, young one. Caliban can see the girl's light, and it is pure. Purer than the girl knows. She thinks she's a monster, but Caliban knows better." The admiration in Caliban's voice starts to fade away. Whether or not she can see his creepy face in the very dim light, she can probalby 'hear' the frown that's forming upon it. "Even The Hated One has light, but Caliban does not like the color. If The Hated One is slain in our home... The Hated One's light will infect every single Morlock." Caliban moves closer in the dark, the smell of his damp, moldy skin filling the air around him and invading the nostrils of anyone cursed with a hypersensitive nose. "This, the girl must stop." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "We are...?" Laura sounds quite confused by Caliban, she can prove with a glance that she's not luminescent, and yet he insists. She doesn't understand people who refute what's verifiable with such simple means. "Not monster, weapon," Laura corrects him, even though Caliban did strike true when assessing Laura and how she sees herself. That's why she habitually cuts herself after all. Laura takes a step away from Caliban as he draws nearer, simply because the scent is so unpleasant, but she does look at him intently. "So...Hated One must be saved? For the light?" Laura has a hard time following the logic, but Caliban was nice where all of the other Morlocks wouldn't even talk to her, so she's willing to entertain his desire, "Laura can help," she offers her name, "where do they keep Hated One?" 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "She doesn't understand... but she understands enough. This is good." Fumbling around in the dark, Caliban finds something metallic in his pocket. Producing this, he reaches out to hand the object to Laura. It's large and heavy, but narrow. An old... skeleton key? "The Morlocks have one leader. Sometimes, the leader needs to punish a Morlock. When she does this, to The Fridge, always. The Fridge was here before the Morlocks. Old, very. Buried deep, surrounded by water, so always colder than the tunnels. This is where The Hated One is." "Already Callisto will have..." He sounds a bit nervous suddenly, as if trying to think of a way to phrase something that's appropriate for the intended audience. "She will have hurt him. She has her fun in strange ways. Almost for certain he is back in The Fridge, while the Morlocks drink brew and become stupid, angry. When my brothers and sisters have had enough brew, they will demand The Hated One for themselves. To burn. Much merriment around the Bonfire, drinking, dancing, and pleasure. A long time since the last Bonfire." "With this key, you can take The Hated One away. Swift. Quiet. Very quiet. The Morlocks will continue to hate, but their light will not be tainted. You must go now." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura takes the key from Caliban, listening to his explanation. So she needs to get to a cold spot called the Fridge, probably use this key, and then get Hated One out. That would somehow save the light, the Morlocks, or Caliban. She's not sure which is which and why, but she understands it will appease the Morlock she has taken some liking to. As in, he's willing to see her as more than just a threat, a weapon, etc'. "Point direction to Fridge," Laura asks for a tip, as she starts working the straps about her legs to latch the skeleton key against herself. 
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2814/Routine Patrol

2017-10-15T01:43:44Z

SerraKeto: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2017/10/12 |Location=NYC |Synopsis=Captain Marvel happens by an aspiring hero who doesn't seem to have what it takes, she's not shy about letting h..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/10/12
|Location=NYC
|Synopsis=Captain Marvel happens by an aspiring hero who doesn't seem to have what it takes, she's not shy about letting him know that.
|Cast of Characters=1401, 244
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1401|Blueblood (1401)}} has posed:''' Blueblood, having dismissed the bones in his arms (but not hands!) can "swing," ape-like, between streetlights. 'Ape,' or 'bowling ball on a pair of rubber-bands,' same diff, right?! "Huah," he pronounces, the journey not actually effortless. "Huah." His parabolas are messy, but he makes it work. Practice makes perfect, or at least ... demonstrates there are safer ways to patrol! 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' His method of transportation, while somewhat reminiscent of Spider-Man, is not nearly as graceful. Nevertheless, it does draw out the attention of Captain Marvel who was doing a flyby over the city, taking a quick look that all is as well as it can be. She descends from above and shifts into flying by Blueblood's side, "hello there," she greets, offering a formal salute, "mind if I ask where you're headed?" 

:'''{{#var:1401|Blueblood (1401)}} has posed:''' Blueblood over-extends, distracted! Fortunately he's a blubbery sort. Curling into a ball, he rolls reflexively through the omnipresent light trash of New York. "Agh! Jogging, I was... jogging. Flexing old muscles, trying to return to... fighting-trim." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Forgive the wording, but that seems a 'stretch' of the term jogging," Captain Marvel can't help but smirk at her own quip, as she shifts lower and decreases speed to maintain level with Blueblood. "I take it you're working your way out of retirement...?" It's a fair enough conclusion, based on his wording. 

:'''{{#var:1401|Blueblood (1401)}} has posed:''' Blueblood's arms return to expected width, with a moment's concentration. He rolls his shoulders, wincing. "... trying to. Exercising, meditating, eating more broccoli. I didn't make so big a dent, before -- I thought maybe, this time, who knows? It feels 'necessary.' Now is that time." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Having the drive is one thing..." Captain Marvel starts, as she moves to land when Blueblood forms his arms to a modicum of normal human appearance, "would you mind if I ask what experience you have that can help you in this arena? Personal experiences? Abilities? Seems like you somehow who got burnt in the past?" 

:'''{{#var:1401|Blueblood (1401)}} has posed:''' Blueblood nods. "Just another middle-of-the-road mutant. Staring down middle age, no less, in a cityful of kids who can snap their fingers and outdo me. I tried crime-fighting, properly, when I was ... y'know ... of a mind to change the world. Young and full of hormones and big ideas? Now I'm just a graying electrician with delusions of usefulness." He smirks. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "A mutant? Mmm...ever had formal training in the use of your powers? Or did you do it all on your own?" Captain Marvel asks curiously, Blueblood doesn't give a 'trained' vibe perse, but never makes assumptions. "You do not that serving as a superhero of your own volition is not the only way to help the community, right?" Just a thought for him to consider. 

:'''{{#var:1401|Blueblood (1401)}} has posed:''' Blueblood shakes his head. "No, just experimentation. Hunches. Bad decisions. I've, ah, probably still got a rap-sheet, if no oustanding warrants. Schools usually laugh you out of admissions if it's bad enough, so I guess I just decided I'd better not." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Sounds to me like you should seriously reconsider the heroing path," Captain Marvel tries not to sound too harsh, but a rap-sheet is the exact opposite of what a hero is trying to do. "Just like that?" She asks when the school comment is made, "that's not a very heroic approach." 

:'''{{#var:1401|Blueblood (1401)}} has posed:''' Blueblood tamps down a sneer. "Your shoulders are pretty squared-off. Military, I bet, at some point. You can fly. Not unreasonable to assume you're bulletproof and can bench-press a jetliner. Some of us were more modestly-endowed, OK?!" 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "That's an awful lot of presumption on your part," Captain Marvel says, her blue settling on Blueblood in a penetrating gaze that tends to make most people uncomfortable. "I see telepathy is not one of your powers, you utterly failed to read me, that kind of mistake can get you dead real quick when you're fighting superpowered criminals." 

:'''{{#var:1401|Blueblood (1401)}} has posed:''' Blueblood wilts. No removal-of-vertebrae required. "I'm sorry, I'm just-- doing my best. Even if my best sucks." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "It's a sentence like this that made me suggest you might consider not pursuiting a heroing career," Captain Marvel notes, "and there's nothing wrong with that. How about excelling at your profession? Building up mastery of your powers, simply for being a better 'you'. When you're better focused on yourself, than you could think of others," yes, Captain Marvel is always willing to offer support, tips, suggestions, but she usually doesn't sugar coat how she sees things. 
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2776/The Bonfire of the Vain: Chapter 1

2017-10-15T01:42:03Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/10/09
|Location=Morlocks Tunnels
|Synopsis=The Morlocks are about to get their revenge on the Hated One, but Laura happens by them, and gets involved.
|Cast of Characters=78, 14
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' When you're on the run from a shadowy organization that deals with subterfuge and assassinations contracts for the highest bid, you can never be comfortable being rooted to one spot. That's why X-23 has been changing locations, changing hideouts, moving in and out of the city. At the moment, she's setting up for the night in an abandoned underground tunnel. What likely was once a subway line, and had since been forgotten makes for a perfect spot to be left alone. She understands alone, she's comfortable alone, and in not expecting any company she just goes about her business. Her prime concern is to pick a defendable spot, that's not vulnerable to any surprise attacks. She goes about gathering some debris to form a protective, hiding wall, to give herself better shot of not being spotted. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' It's not likely that anyone would choose to live in the subway tunnels if they had other options. However, there are stretches of subway tunnel that have been abandoned only to be repopulated by those who are no longer welcome on the city's surface. The Morlock Tunnels are a sprawling network that has been expanded over the past decades, as more and more 'undesirable' mutants find a home amongst their deformed and hideous brethren. Deep in the tunnels, time passes differently than it does on the surface. There is nothing to separate day from night, aside from the activity levels of the Morlocks who roam the tunnels on their way to and from the foraging and hunting spots they've identified as the years have gone by. And, wouldn't you know it, one such foraging party can be heard off in the distance, scuffling in the direction of X-23's hastily built camping spot. The smells of the Morlocks would probably normally be the first thing someone with X-23's abilities would detect. But here in the abandoned tunnels, pretty much everything smells like unwashed Morlock. The Morlocks in the group are being particularly noisy though, and appear to be having an animated discussion. "I'm tellin' you, the tip was legit. He's here in New York, the lady said so." The First Morlock is very large, if the sound of his footsteps is any indication. With a deep, rumbling voice, he sounds like a fairly formidable guy, though perhaps a bit on the 'dullest crayon' spectrum... "Some lady just told you where to find the guy that we've been looking for, and didn't want anything in return? Sounds fishy." The Second Morlock is much smaller, with light, quick footsteps. His voice has a snarly nasal quality to it. "Caliban doesn't like this at all. Why must Caliban accompany you two to the surface if the lady told you where to find The Hated One? Surely Caliban's power is not needed, and Caliban can stay in the nice, safe tunnel and eat his soup?" The Third Morlock is... Caliban. As the trio gets closer, their voices get even more animated. Apparently there is a general desire to cause significant bodily harm to whoever The Hated One is, but none of them can agree what exactly the worst punishment would be for the poor guy. The group passes by Laura's camp without even pausing. After all, Caliban registers her as a mutant so he probably assumes that she's one of theirs. The others seem completely oblivious to her existence as they continue on, heading toward their goal. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura finds herself in a strange position, she had managed to successfully hide from this group of Morlocks, but she was left with a choice to act or not when she became privy to their intent. They are after a 'Hated One'. Does she follow to find out who it is? Does she break her cover to ask him about it? Does she take the opportunity to gain resources by bartering a contract with them? After all, she's one of the best in the world when it comes to eliminating targets, and she's done it for years. What difference would another contract make? A 'Hated One' couldn't have been a good person, after all. Ultimately, these poor looking mutants might not have much to give, but they also don't seem like the sort that would work with Weapon X or the Facility. But better safe than sorry, she keeps crouched and out of sight, observing in silence, before lying down to rest. This 'Hated One' is no concern of hers, and the Morlocks likely couldn't get her much for a contract anyway. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' Several hours pass before the Morlock hunting party returns, but it's clear even from a distance that they've been successful in retrieving... something. The First Morlock's footsteps are heavier, as if he's carrying some extra weight. He's also walking a bit slower, and seems to have developed a bit of a limp since the last time he walked through. "The little guy put up more fight than I thought. Just makes me want to smash his stupid face even more." The Second Morlock is practically skipping with excitement, his voice raised nearly an entire octave and filled with gleeful malice. "Plenty of time for that when we get him back to camp, Sunder. But you heard what Callisto said: She wants a turn with him first." He starts to cackle, but his laughter actually sounds a bit nervous. Caliban seems to be the only one who isn't salivating at the prospect of The Hated One's imminent demise. His voice is as meek as ever, as if he actually felt somewhat sorry for the poor schlub. "Why is it that Masque allows Callisto to treat one of our fellow mutants this way? Calliban doesn't understand why we can not simply drown The Hated One in the sewers, instead of making such a display of him." Masque is quick to speak up, letting Sunder carry his burden in silence. "This man's not one of our kind, not after what he did to us. It'll be good for the people to see him getting what he's due. Good for morale. Plus, it's been a long time since we had a proper bonfire..." Masque laughs again, as the trio continues past Laura's hiding spot once again, this time headed back toward the deepest parts of the tunnel. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura is already awake when the Morlocks return, not because she's slept her fill, so much as their approach alerted her to an awake state. For now she keeps hidden, observing the Morlocks and their new found prize. The so called 'Hated One'. Then she gets a jist of what they mean to do, and she gets out of her hiding. She doesn't know this group, they might have abilities, they might not. For now she starts to join them, following them from behind, checking how alert they are to her presence. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' It's entirely probable that even the more dense members of the party (Sunder) would have eventually noticed Laura's presence, stealthy as she is. Apparently, however, this isn't the night for them to be on the lookout for strangers. It quickly becomes obvious why: The further the hunting party gets into the tunnels, the more Morlocks start to meander in from adjoining passageways, becoming part of the procession. The procession continues to pass more small groups of Morlocks, all of whom are quick to join the procession when they realize what's going on. The tunnels are very dark, but some of the walls seem to have cultivated some sort of bioluminescent algea, which some of the Morlocks have also gathered into jars, broken cups, and various other containers in order to make softly-glowing makeshift lamps. It adds just enough eery blue glow to everything to allow people to see their way around in the dark, but not enough for them to see each others faces in stark relief. That's probably why none of them have any sort of stronger lighting, to be honest... As more Morlocks begin to crowd around, the group gets progressively rowdier. They start to shout, bump into each other, and cheer with excitement. Many of them get veerrrry close to X-23, but none of them seem to notice that she's not one of them, not in all the excitement surrounding the capture of The Hated One. For his part, The Hated One seems to be resting somewhat comfortably, dangling over Sunder's shoulder with his body pretty limp. He seems to be completely unconscious, which is definitely a mercy right about now. All around X-23, scattered chants of "Burn him!" start to spring up. At first, they're kind of soft, isolated utterances. Soon, however, every single one of the dozens of Morlocks is screaming "Burn him!" every few steps in time with each other. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' The deeper they move into the tunnels, the less pleasant this crowd seems, and the more uncomfortable Laura is feeling being there. She gets a pretty good idea of where this is heading, and starts to move closer to Sunder, curious to catch a glimpse of the 'Hated One'. Check if she's had crossed paths with him on one of her many missions. Being small, and so far very much ignored, Laura feels confident moving about as if she has every right being there. Not sneaking too much, as she moves towards the 'Hated One', and then tries to smack him on the cheek, see if she can get a reaction from him. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "Quit it Rogue... s'not yer birfday anymore..." At least, that's what it SOUNDS like the man is muttering in his obviously still-dazed state, but it's impossible to be sure with all the chanting going on around. The tunnels are echoing with the sounds of dozens of Morlocks screaming for the death of a guy who looks pretty harmless, and who seems more interested in going back to sleep than interacting with the young girl who just slapped him. But that damned chanting is enough to wake up even a sound sleeper like Gambit... Slowly, Gambit turns his head around, taking stock of his situation. The most pressing facts are that he's hanging upside down and being carried through a throng of dozens of Morlocks with 'sewage torches.' Next on the order of precedence is the fact that someone just smacked him. In the dim light, Gambit's eyes try to focus, getting only a vague outline of the girl who's walking behind his captor. He tries to smile and give the girl one of his unctuous, allegedly charming looks, succeeding only partially. "Hey there, p'tite... you wouldn't happen to know the fastest way outta this here..." SMACK! Someone standing to Laura's left apparently figured that Laura was playing some sort of fun game, and decides to join in, striking Gambit right across the face. "Hey! He's awake! Everybody smack him!" People start to crowd around, as if the idea appeals to them mightily. SMACK! Another guy gets a shot in. "Ooh! I have a better idea! Let's hit him with rocks!" 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura tilts her head, studying Gambit as he mutters of a Rogue and a birfday, it doesn't really help her learn much about him. But then he starts coming to, and even speaks to her, she opens her mouth to say something when he gets smacked a second time. Looking aside, she sees the Morlock who joined in the makeshift game, and then looks back at Gambit, "they call you Hated One. Why?" The quiet question she keeps for Gambit's ears and hopes the other would not notice in the commotion, is followed by another smack to Gambit's face, can't stand out of the crowd now, can she? 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "Ow! Dammit!" Nothing ruins a fellow's attempts at being charming like being slapped repeatedly in the face. This doesn't mean that Gambit isn't still giving it a shot though, despite mostly just getting progressively more angry. Struggling and squirming, while still draped upside-down, he doesn't seem to be making much progress getting away from the iron grip of Sunder. Indeed, it's possible that Sunder doesn't even notice that Gambit IS struggling... However, some of the other Morlocks that Sunder came with are a bit more aware of what's going on around them. The especially hideous Morlock known as Masque reaches out and grabs Laura's arm after she smacks Gambit a SECOND time (seriously Laura? We thought you were the good guy...). "ENOUGH! All of you! This piece of filth is going to suffer plenty, but only when our LEADER has given the command!" The crowd quiets down, for a bit, and people stop trying to hit Gambit with rocks. Instead, they settle for smacking him every time that Masque isn't looking. Fortunately for Gambit's face, but unfortunately for the rest of his body, the procession soon arrives at a cavernous section of the tunnels where even more Morlocks are waiting. It appears to be some sort of hobo camp, set in the middle of a tunnel section that has been haphazardly enlarged by the Morlocks until it's roughly the size of a Winn-Dixie. Near the center of the camp, some Morlocks are busy breaking apart pieces of wooden furniture, and adding old rags and newspapers to make an enormous pile of combustible material. And there, overseeing the building of the bonfire, is none other than the Morlock's leader, Callisto. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Not knowing about the Morlocks much, Laura doesn't really know their leader is Callisto, or anything much about their leader. She does glare at Masque when her hand is grabbed, but in order to keep from escalating the situation, doesn't attempt to slash Masque for the effort. Instead she just prys her hand free and continues walking with them, quipping at Gambit, "they call you 'Hated One'. They are going to kill you." Is she going to help him? She doesn't really have any reason to, but she is curious about his reaction to being told something like that. If anything, she can give him credit for taking punishment like a champ so far. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' Before Gambit has a chance to reply to the only halfway sympathetic stranger in the place, he's ushered off toward Callisto. The other Morlocks continue to crowd around, but all at a safe distance as if they're concerned about... whatever is about to happen. "HA! You got him! Bring 'im here... Sunder, you beautiful hunk of man!" Callisto looks positively radiant in the pale blue light, her face illuminated almost as much with joy as it is from the glow of the bioluminescent algea. Sunder takes the compliment without much reaction, other than a broadening smile on his sweet, simple face. "He tried to be fancy at me, but I konked him good on the noggin!" Callisto leans up and gives Sunder a kiss on the cheek. "Good boy. I knew you could do it... EVERYBODY LISSEN UP! Sunder is better than all of you, right now!" She walks around Sunder to look at the burden he's carrying, manic glee apparent in her one remaining eye. She grips the man's throat while he struggles in vain to get away. Leaning forward, as if she were about to kiss him, she suddenly bites Gambit's lower lip so hard that blood starts pouring all over both of their faces and onto the ground. While Gambit screams in a... very manly fashion... Callisto laughs and orders Sunder to carry Gambit off to the place she calls 'The Fridge.' Meanwhile, the crowd breaks out into cheers and chants once again. All except for on man, who has remained quiet for the most part. Caliban's vision doesn't seem to be better than anyone elses, but he's got a unique ability to sense the form and function of someone's mutant genome. Quietly, he begins muttering to himself. "Pretty pretty.... pretty pretty... pretty pretty..." Meandering through the crowd, he continues to mutter, eventually attracting the attention of Masque, who has learned to always pay attention to Caliban when he's acting weird as shit. "Pretty pretty..." "Pretty pretty..." It soon becomes clear that Caliban is headed straight toward Laura, his enormous eyes locked on her, his pale face turned totally blue by the light of the Morlock's strange lamps. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Leave it to X-23 to throw some confusion into something that should be pretty clear for all parties, when out of the blue she refutes something Callisto said. First, there's the fact no Morlock would dare defie Callisto, for the most part. Second, this isn't really an open mic session. Still, as soon as Callisto announces that Sunder is better than everyone, Laura speaks out, "Sunder is not better than me." Maybe she's lucky and her speaking voice isn't loud enough to register, then again, when Callisto spoke, most Morlocks likely quieted down like good minions. But regardless of whether she was overheard or not, now Caliban is making his way towards Laura, muttering 'pretty pretty' like a bird looking at its own reflection. Slowly turning to face Caliban, there's really no doubting she is the most 'pretty' person in this area. It is full of Murlocks after all. "Deadly deadly..." she adds to Caliban's words, just so no one accuses her of false advertising, and perhaps to make some people have second thoughts before they decide to bathe in her blood or whatever it is these crazy Morlocks do. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' Realizing what's going on, Masque finds something to stand on in order to make him taller than everyone else in the Morlock's Camp. He points directly at the tiny little terror who has dared to speak up, and in doing so proven herself to be either A: Terrible at disguise or B: Super confident in her ability to get out of here alive. "Brothers and sisters! There is an outsider among us! Capture her quickly! She must be an agent of The Hated One sent to free him from the Bonfire!" At this point, pretty much all Hell breaks loose almost immediately. The Morlocks might all be hideous, and many of them might be a bit soft in the brainpan, but each and every one of them has some sort of unique, often gross, mutant ability. Just about every single one of these hideous, power-having mutants is now converging in on Laura like some sort of intelligent zombie horde with superpowers. She's probably wishing she'd put a bag over her head right about now. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura is remarkably calm for someone surrounded by a bunch of ugly mutants beset on killing them. "I am not an agent," Laura rebuttals Masque's attempt to label her, "I am a weapon." Probably not helping, considering the Morlocks still think she's with the "Hated One." Still, she tries to delay them by a distinct *snikt* letting her hand claws out, as she looks all around her, swivelling on an axis like a ballet dancer while keeping her arms and therefore claws outstretched. "I just want to watch," should they give her a moment, she'll stay put. If they'll still come at her, Laura will start a lethal retreat by way of cutting her passage back to the tunnel she's came from. She wasn't lying about being a weapon, she carries very little regard to life. Normally she'd not harm a single one of them, but if they're coming after her, she's ready to enact a second Massacre right here and now. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' A strange thing happens when Laura extends her claws though... Normally, after the claws tear through the skin the wound heals up pretty much instantaneously. This time, however.... that doesn't happen. "Bad lady scare me." It's the voice of a child several years younger than Laura. A strange, greenish, lumpy-looking little boy who is cowering well out of range of Laura's claws. His hand is outstretched toward Laura, and he's putting off some sort of energy that is cancelling out her mutant abilities. Doesn't work on the claws, obviously, but everything else is shut down. "Good job, Leech! Now everbody, GET HER!" Masque continues to point and shout, clearly not a fan of intruders being present during what was meant to be some sort of giant Morlock Celebration. The mutants start attacking, which causes Caliban to recoil in horror. "No! Pretty pretty!" He retreats from the fray, putting his hands over his head and rocking quietly while muttering the phrase "Pretty pretty..." over and over again. One of the mutants attacking Laura is a Drain Dweller who is covered in a sticky, tar-like substance and a bunch of small pieces of trash that have gotten stuck to him. He seems intent on grabbing Laura with his sticky arms. Another is an elderly woman who extends one of her decrepit, plague-racked hands in Laura's direction. One touch is enough to fill anybody with a lifetime's worth of cooties, especially if they're currently having their healing factor negated. Some have tentacles. Some have spikes. Some have both. Some have other things. Each of the Morlocks is pretty pitiful on his or her own. But together, they're basically an entire carnival of horrors, and surprisingly effective. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura notes the anomaly of the wound not closing up, so blood keeps trickling down her hand, she's used to pain. No amount of torture could ever equal the torture she got daily at what was her home. If one wants to break or scare her, pain would be the wrong approach. So she doesn't flinch, though she will be concerned later if she gets a moment to consider what just happen. This was the first instance where her healing factor didn't kick in immediately. Laura looks at the child who apparently just negated her powers, realizing it's his doing thanks to Masque, but she only quips as a warning for those who come after her, "a weapon is not a power, a weapon is." A more philosophical mind might ponder or even hold a discussion with Laura, these Morlocks are out to get her, and boy do they get her. Turns out skills honed over years stay even when her healing factor is negated. Because she doesn't back off, she just asseses the situation. Tar person is not to be touched, plague lady doesn't seem like a good candidate either. At least not with her powers shut down, so she takes on the ones that make sense, leaping over spike dude and knocking him into tar person. Stabbing a few others along the way, before trying to trip another into plague lady. She honestly was just going to watch if they'd leave her alone, but they pretty much forced her hand, so she protects herself. " The one who kept muttering 'pretty pretty' and walked away did catch her interest, so she tries to carve herself a path towards him. He seemed like he would potentially not harm her, violence didn't seem to be his thing. What about the 'Hated One'? Probably best concern about that guy later. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' The Hated One has his own problems to deal with right now, and the mostly consist of getting trussed up like a Christmas pig, and dumped in a place that the Morlocks call 'The Fridge.' Sunder and Callisto may not be the best in the world at tying knots, but they're definitely tying a LOT of knots, which will probably be good enough to keep Gambit occupied awhile. Especially since Sunder has 'konked him good on the noggin' once again, which has probably given Gambit a concussion. At the very least, it's rendered his vision very fuzzy. But why doesn't he just free himself with some of those fancy pinkish-purplish explosions that he's so well known for? We'll have to learn the answer to that next time. Meanwhile, back out in the Morlock Camp... When Caliban sees the claw-wielding Swedish Murder Machine heading toward him, he does the appropriate thing and runs away. There are plenty more Morlocks to get in his way, and even though some of them are armed only with rocks and rusty old umbrellas, they're still a pretty effective barrier. "Get her, you turds! Get her! She's going to get away!" Masque is clearly not loving this whole 'cut people up and escape' thing that Laura is doing, and definitely wishes that she would cut it out. So far, none of his people have been able to get their hands on her though, and Masque certainly isn't planning to go near her claws. It's only when things seem most dire that the sound of a pistol shot rings out. Over near the entrance to The Fridge, Callisto has re-emerged, holding an old Glock. "Out of my way! I'll get the little surfacer!" In the Morlock community, 'surfacer' is a pretty strong insult. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "I won't harm you." Laura calls out at Caliban while her approach makes him escape all the more, "you said pretty pretty, why?" She asks, as if she was having a casual conversation, and not strategicly cutting her way through people, while tossing other people, in the way of still other people she dims too dangerous to engage with her healing factor disabled. She figures she can still salvage this and get these pesky Morlocks off her back. Else, she'll really need to push it and make a run for it. Her current assessment is that getting to Caliban may lead to a more peaceful, quicker resolution. It's an educated guess. Or a wild gamble. One or the other. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' From her vantage point near the fridge, Callisto continues firing rounds at Laura, even though she's running the risk of hitting some of her own dudes. With each miss, she curses, making the majority of her dialogue inappropriate for logging. Caliban breaks into a full-on run when Laura gets too close, heading even deeper into the unlit, dank-smelling tunnels. Laura is truly a paragon of courage if she follows him in there... But the rest of her options aren't that great either. She can stay and eventually get shot to death by Callisto, or snatched up by one of the Morlocks. Then can't all miss EVERY time, after all. Back in The Fridge, Gambit is trying very hard to say something clever and insulting, but barely manages to babble incoherently before Sunder gets tired of it. "Bored now. Time for nite-nite." Sunder raises his massive fist, and brings it down on top of Gambit's head. Like a light, Gambit goes off almost instantaneously. Here's hoping he doesn't freeze to death in The Fridge before the Morlocks have a chance to burn him to death in the massive bonfire they've got planned for Our Hero. But what about Our Heroine? Will she manage to catch Caliban? Will she turn tail and run? Or is this curtains for her, as well? We'll all have to wait until the next log. 
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2676/Cape, Please!

2017-10-15T01:40:58Z

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|Date of Scene=2017/10/03
|Location=NYC random rooftop
|Synopsis=Laura happens by a pair of LGBTQs+ etc', misunderstandings ensue, as Laura learns of a new Weapon-X ally in the hunt against her.
|Cast of Characters=1305, 1274, 78
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' It's a roof. Not a very big one. Third story of an empty apartment building. Too busy an area for homeless people to really squat during the day and covered by gravel, the young woman in her hoody has her sword settled on the lip of the building next to her in relatively easy reach. At night, its occupants slumber quietly to avoid rousing police patrols. Today, the Hoodlum has added a black scarf to wrap around the lower half of her face in addition to her domino mask. Still in a hoodie. Black, tight pvc pants as well. She's hale and hearty after exsanguinating the day before, so today she's got a sketchpad resting on her lap. Feet dangling over the edge, she kicks them, working with pieces of charcoal and colored pencils alternately. She waits for a pre-determined signal, as an old face begins take shape on her pad of paper. Lined with age and care. Southeast asian. Akimitsu. An immortal who was elderly before he ever had his first death. A warm hearted artist. A man who had no inclination or talent with the sword. One of the pleasant memories in her head. He'd lived barely a hundred years before Marquez took him. She never could draw before killing Marquez. An odd feeling. 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath circles, roaring like a jet, and comes descending in, blowing back and stirring up a lot of dust and debris along the unoccupied side of the roof as they brake and come in for a landing. Breath stumbles down, taking a few stumbling steps to right themself and avoid falling from the still a bit rough landing. Not that this is unexpected from "Next-level MacGyver stuff" wings. They pull their hands out of the grips, deflate the wings by sucking the air out through a tube, then waves, "Hiya!" 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' There's another who happens to be frequenting roof-tops about the city, who happens to be at this very same location, not because she was tracking a suspicious winged person. But because she just happened to be there, currently peeking from around a huge fan, peering at Breath as she approaches Clarine. Don't just everybody spy on people like that? 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' If she knows Laura's curiosity and presence, Clarine doesn't let on right away. Instead, her sword is snatched up, and slid up into the back of her hoodie. How it fits is anyone's guess. It's too big. But there's not even a bulge. She holds her arms out wide as if beckoning the woman over for a hug. "How's the lgbt center handling things? Your patch job saved me a whole day of healing, hun. What's up with your..." She eyeballs the wings,"... your rough landing?" 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath grins, "So far? Everything is going really well! Um, well, I just have some cheap tools and stuff to work with, and I'm not an engineer, so.. they're kind've rough. really rough. And not even or well made. I'm hoping I can get some design help soon, though.." She idly pushes some plastic back into the side of the backpack, since they don't fold up very well really, and they seem like they get more awkward every hour they are used. "What are you up to? Any thoughts on stuff? Uhm.. I don't know what all you do, or need or whatever yet." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura has heard enough of the conversation to surmise neither of these two are Facility or Weapon X affiliated, so she steps out from her cover and approaches them, pointing at Breath's wings and without so much as a 'hello' directly asks, "military grade or self made?" 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' "I might be able to help clear up a few things, but I'm not a Stark or a Richards by any means. I could ask my mentor." A pause,"What I do? I can't really... die permanently and I'm... pretty old, depending on who you ask. Some minor tricks here and there. Mostly just really good in a fight." Which is an understatement. Countless life-times of fighting and killing piled into her head. Fighting she does VERY well. Not the time for it now though. Instead, the girl eyeballs the backpack,"I was thinking of keeping the black theme. Maybe get a cape. Keep a hood. Some leather. I like edgy, and at my height, I'm going to look intimidating anywa-" Then Laura just marches up,"... Okay. Well. This is happening." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath blinks. "Self-made, totally. I mean, half of the stuff I used was from a dollar store. It shows.." They bite their lip a bit and glance at Clarine for what she's doing, sort've mincing one foot behind the other femininely for a second while just generally sinking a bit. "Uh, So.. I'm the Breath, who are you?" Hands sort've vaccilate between being on guard and a meek wave, settling for 40/60 in favor of the meek wave. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "Your wing fabrication is impressive, are you a skillful engineer?" Laura takes some interest, who knows, if the girl managed to devise the wings, maybe Laura could rely on her for some useful gadgets when a need arises. "Do you also do custom work?" But then comes the dollar store remark, leading Laura to frown, "won't pass milspec." She sounds disappointed, and then builds on that unpleasantness with a bluntly remarked, "Breath is not a very intimidating codename." 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' The woman wrinkles her nose at Laura, and begins to circle her. Marquez leaps to the forefront behind her eyes. Centuries, perhaps millenia of predatory grace and skill suddenly finding its way behind her steps and posture as she looks Laura up and down,"There's a strength in it being dollar store make. Easy to replace, and cheap too, if you get it destroyed. Plus noone asks when you buy the parts. Ideal for clandestine shenangians." Not that she asked, but Clarine decides to introduce herself,"I'm the Hoodlum. You haven't introduced yourself, though, Miss Sneaky. You looking to hire our little engineer, here?" 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath uhhs.. "No..." She blows into a tube by her collar and inflates her wings in a single puff.. they're a bit ragged and leaky. "It's better than 'Suck', 'Puff', 'Blow', or anything else like that.." She shrugs a bit. "I'm not much of an engineer, not like.. um.. just about anybody with gadgets. I just sort of trial and error it a lot." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "You have skills," Laura comments as she notes Clarine's body language, the movement and grace belie the level of training and Clarine's handling of herself. But she shakes her head at the question, "with what I'm facing, less than milspec is folly." She isn't even going to argue something she finds no point in arguing, she has her share of training, experience and ridiculous field work. She knows what she's comfortable relying on and what not. After all, there's a reason milspec is milspec. She doesn't prolong what she considers a needless exchange, and instead nods at Breath with appreciation, "your skill is impressive. Especially with such flimsy material. Trial and error is a solid method of learning." Finally, with Hoodlum points out she hasn't introduced herself, Laura simply notes, "correct." 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' "You don't give yourself enough credit. It's impressive work. Especially considering the stuff you pieced it together from." As for Breath's name,"Also, you failed to consider that she might not want to be intimidating. Not everyone does. Frankly, a lot of people, like me, are really grateful for her support. She's kind of been protecting our community for... a while." Clarine lifts an eyebrow at Laura,"So do you. Have skills I mean. Different reason, though. The question is, what are you facing that needs milspec materials. Maybe we can help if it endangers the public good." A pause. And then a heaved sigh,"Please introduce yourself. Using your nome de guerre, I'd assume." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath uhms.. "Yeah, I don't want to have to just use 'Hey you'. I mean, I might start getting creative or something, and then you'd get all hissy because I would come up with something that sounds dumb, and then everybody would get mad and it would just be a total waste of a good mood, right? And yeah, I'm not really 'intimidating' material. I'm just some girl, you know? And mostly I deal with punks and bullies, anyways. Except for, you know, pepperspraying Darkseid with a giant spitwad that one time, stuff like that." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath coughs and scrapes the ground with her foot embarrassedly at that. because that's obviously something that doesn't seem like it belongs in that explanation. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "Having an intimidating moniker is very useful, I fail to see a reason to forego such an edge," Laura notes as Clarine notes not all codenames are made to instill fear. As Clarine hypes up Breath, Laura listens quietly and shrugs, she's not about to refute something she doesn't know. Looking directly at Clarine, Laura seems to consider the request, before simply stating, "it is irrelevant to the public. It is outside your sphere of community support." Which is what she assumes these two are up to, she knows about vigilanties, and just takes them as such. "Why is it important to introduce myself?" She wonders aloud, before turning fully to face Breath. She seems to sympathize far more with Breath's very simple way of putting it, and eventually states faintly, as if she didn't really care to be heard. "Laura." 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' She tries another tactic,"Your estimation of the usefulness is a generalized statement. You're making assumptions that the end goals and motivations are the same. That's a flaw in planning. We simply value other things more. In her case, she values community trust which is often countered by fear and intimidation." A pause. "Anyway, I mean our community as in me and her. The LGBT+ crowd." She makes a face. "Actually, I suspect you don't really care about all that." Another pause,"Did you just tell us your real-" Wait, back up,"You did WHAT to Darkseid? HOLY CRAP. Way to bury the lead!" 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath blushes and shrinks mousily a bit. "K...ind've? With a twenty foot long straw? I don't know how much it did with all the crazy stuff going on. But like.. I helped. With a hot sauce spitball." She nods some and waves again, "Okay, hi Laura! She pronouns, right? Um.. Anyway, yeah. I'm, like, support. I leave the scary names to people like Ms. In your Face Swordy Swordness here." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura AKA X-23 is one of the foremost assassins in the world, has been since she was 11 years old. She's an expert in all sorts of subterfuge, warfare and security skill sets. Mastered a shocking number of martial arts, killing technique and languages. Normal, everyday stuff like that term Clarine just tossed her way? Utterly alien to that. It just didn't matter, having zero affect on her ability to kill better. "Who are the LGBT+ crowd? Are they affiliated with A.I.M.? Hydra? SHIELD? Hand?" She spews a few possible affiliations, she finds it unnerving there's a shadowy group she is unfamiliar with. Always a risk, after all, they might be working for the Facility or Weapon X after all. The best laid trap is the least expected one. She already takes a few steps back from Clarine and Breath, looking at the two very suspiciously. There's barely a hint of motion as Laura considers the two in a different light altogther, Clarine with her experience might not Laura is in a flight or fight mode. She eyes Breath weirdly when she speaks of pronouns, and then snaps, "tell the LGBT+ they'll be making a grave mistake coming after me!" And just like that she bolts light lightning, rushing all the way to the edge and leaping straight down from the building. That ought to be quite suicidal, but should any bother to look, it seems she oddly slows down her fall by pressing her hand to the side of the building where sparks fly like crazy. Claw-like traces left at the side of the building, before she lands nimbly on her feet and shortly disappears. Talk about a strange little girl. 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' Her hand rises up as if to ask Laura to hold. She crouches, as if to run after her... then just lets it go. She seems to deflate almost before their very eyes. "I've had men and women run off when I tell them I'm trans, but THAT has gotta be, like... the most unique trans-panic I've ever been treated to. I only recognized a handful of those monikers." She plops her face into her hand and more fully turns to Breath,"I'm a dick, aren't I. I scared her off. She seemed like she kind of needs some help..." A sigh,"I hope she'll be okay. But seriously... how did you not crap your pants and WHERE did you get a 20-foot straw?" 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath drops her jaw. "....What. The heck. O...kay. That was weird. WEIRD. Double-you, E, eye, arr, fricking D, WEIRD. Aaa-nyways! Uhhh... RIGHT! Uhm.." She looks over at Clar. uhs, "It was a length of pipe, and he was, you know, kind of distracted what with getting punched by a bunch of gods and goddesses and stuff? And getting kicked in the boy bits by Stardust. He squeaked. Uhm.... I hope she's okay...?" 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' "Darkseid? Okay? Who cares? If it's okay to punch nazi's, well Darkseid is Like Mega-Space-Nazi 2000-X, plus 20. So, I think we're good not worrying about his welfare." Clarine has miss the point, by now. The girl begins tugging down her scarf though, as if suddenly having made a decision, followed by her hood, and her mask,"You wanna get something to eat Miss Fancyboots? You can tell me more about the fight and help me rebrand something proper, because right now, I find I'm mostly copying others at this point." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath nods, "Sure! Um, what were you thinking? You have a favorite around here or something? And, uhm.. I never really got what your thing is yet.. or what you want people to think your thing is. I don't know if it's the same." 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' "Oh. Um. Yeah. I can't really, you know... Die for the most part. And I'm pretty old. Sort of. Plus... a few other tricks." She shrugs, hands spread outward, and then she sticks her hands in her pockets,"I keep the swords because I'm good with them, but I guess I sort of want people to think I'm just some crazy sword-wearing vigilante running around like crazy." The girl thinks, and then asks gently,"You like restaraunt-quality ramen?" 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath tilts her head andlifts her shoulder to meet it. "You know.. if I hadn't been eating way too much garbage quality ramen lately, I would jump on that? But right now I think I need some protein and fiber. Vegetables. I mean, I TRY to keep eating healthy like I did when I was on the team, but I have to pay for it first, too.. and they closed the gas station for a few days when the city was getting blown up. What kind of sword is that?" 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' The girl waves her hand like she were making a magic trick and comes out with a large, wavey-bladed sword, and a hatchet in her other hand. A very strange magic trick. She seems to almost pull them from beneath her hoodie, in fact,"It's cool. I know a pretty good North Indian food place if you prefer. I'll even spring for Laasi. Anyway, it's called a flamberge, technically. I just call it a broadsword, though." She actually flips it in her hand, grabbing it by the blade and offering it to Breath to hold,"Go ahead. It's a pretty good sword, but farm from irreplaceable. The guy who taught first taught me to fight was a former viking. I've had... hundreds of teachers, lets say. The truth is... complicated." Yeah. She's hiding SOMETHING. You were on a team? That sounds fun." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath nods and examines the sword, obviously lacking any knowledge of swords, before handing it back not having gleaned very much. "A viking? This doesn't look like a very viking sword..? yeah, I don't know too much about any of that.." She blinks and looks up at the food talk, and pauses a moment to think. "Oh yeah, Indian is awesome! I mean, the teeny bit I had was good, so, y'know. The GOOD stuff has to be good. Not like it would be BAD and turn GOOD because somebody cooked it WRONG, right? And oh, not really THEN, things kind of went crazy, so I don't.. really feel like that was very team-y. Well, not for ME anyhow. The god types had something going on. Then, ah.. I ended up banged up really bad because they WON. Suuucked." 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' "It's NOT a very viking sword. My people live for a long time. We pick up a lot of... bladed weapons. This blade IS extremely well-made, even if it's not very replaceable. It's kind of a coming-of-age-rite to provide a blade to your pupil. This was from one of HIS enemies. And while he favors a more standard sword and axe configuration, he had untold lifetimes of experience with many weapons. So he made me pick out a hatched and kludged the whole 'sword and axe' thing together to fit me. I think he picked a flamberge because it HURTS when someone holding one parries you." She takes the sword back and disappears her weapons. "Let me know if you ever want to pick up some fighting skills. Swords. Knives. Unarmed combat. Though your flying ability is like a crazy awesome advantage. You make good use of it, huh?" A pause. She starts walking to the roof exit. Yes. She uses the stairs when she doesn't have to. "I don't imagine those god-types are very...good at playing well with us... low folk. I have less than flattering memories of them." A pause,"You going in in costume? Or you need a moment to dress out?" 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath mmmhs.. "I can do either way. I mean, I can change if you want, I just don't want people connecting too many dots if there's any TERFs or anything around. but, you know, if you're just being you, out shopping style, I guess..?" She gestures indecisively, looking to you for an opinion. "I'm pretty decent with boxing and wrestling. And some judo. I got jumped a lot when I was little. Then I started winning and they wanted me on the wrestling team, and then, well.. turns out the team didn't really mind me being the team's token chick. Do you know anything about blowguns?" 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' "I would suggest you go ahead and wears something... day to day. We'll just be a couple of ladies heading out to food. Do whatever you feel comfortable with, though. I've resigned to being a spectacle most of the rest of my life anyway." She strips her hoodie off and goes looking for a backpack hiddennext to the roof exit to stuff it in. She's got a black band shirt there, Tool. She makes for a very... muscular lady and she appears all too awkward without her 'costume' on. "Judo. Not bad. Boxing, wrestling. Call me Clair out of costume, okay?" As for blowguns? The girl rolls her eyes up, thinking about it, then raises them in surprise,"Apparently I do. There was this lady, Maricella... Actually, doesn't matter. She was awful, but I learned a lot from her. Why do you ask?" 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa nods and starts stripping down and changing since.. both trans girls, right? "Uhm, because I have enough lung power to get a 747 up to take off speed, duh? I mean, that spitball made windows rattle." She digs out clothes out of the backpack and starts stuffing things into it, then crams it into a duffle bag. "Got it, Claire. I'm Lyssa." 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' Well. She wasn't expecting THAT. She 'aaaaawe's. Literally. "You. Are. Adorable. Lyssa." She holds out her own hand with a bit of a smile. Clarine combs her hair back with her fingers and examines the girl's face, a smile on her own,"Aaaah, red. I can usually get away with a purple, but I need all sots of concealer and powder to make read work. Gotta admit I envy your figure." Self-conscious of her size in the extreme,"That makes sense, but... you'll need a non-standard blowgun to make use of your breath. So not-so-duh. Most blow-guns are made of lightweight materials. They work by putting a tight-fitting dart, usually, in a small-bore pipe and building up pressure until the pressure exceeds what is needed to drive the dart at speed. Normally about forty feet, max, but... You could probably snipe with them. The problem is, those lightweight materials would normally shatter with the kind of force you're talking about." She leans over to the roof exit to pull open the door for the woman. 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa grins and twirls, then takes your hand and follows. "Yeah, so something more like a.. a shotgun barrel or something. I dunno, something useful. Getting it long enough might be the hard part.." She grins and looks up at you, "Why thank you! So sweet." She drifts through and looks around, before stepping lightly down the steps. "Yeah, I know.. Just, I have a hard time dealing with armored stormtroopers and stuff so far.." 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' She'd probably skip along if she didn't have so much differential in height. It's still an interesting tableau, though. The pair, oddly made in size and shape, traipse through the three story building, careful not to bother the sleeping or anxious homeless they pass on the way towards the exit. "Adorable. Yeah. The longer the pipe, the better the... I'm so stupid. Forget blowguns. We fight crime, right..." She's murmuring, pitching her voice to keep the thing private,"It's only a matter of time before we run across a high-powered rifle. We snap the barrel off, empty some slugs from its rounds. The barell's going to have rifling already built in, which will make it more accurate. You can just put the slugs in, and blow them at various speeds depending on whether you need to stun, or crack a nut. Why try to innovate when someone's already solved the problem for you. You can probably blow harder than any standard gun can fire anyway, I'm willing to bet. All that power packed into a precision engineered barrel... There you go." She offers a smile,"So... There's a man... if something happens to me someday... His name is Jason... I'll leave instructions for him to let you know. My... people live pretty dangerous lives. I wouldn't want someone as nice as you wondering why I disappeared. It's just... there's a pretty high chance that... My people either lead very long, or very short lives, and not a whole lot in between." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa uhms.. "That sounds really bad. Are people hunting for you? What are they looking for? Maybe if you look like a red herring, they'll miss you? Uhh.." 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' The girl actually bumps her hip against the other girl, hedging her answer,"Yes, they're hunting me, but... Given time, every one of us will find one another. It's... how it works. On the upside... it's nearly impossible for us to sneak up on one another, but..." She shakes her head a little bit. Clair makes a face. "My people rarely get along with one another. When one of your tribe is the only thing that can kill you, it means your tribe is not a comforting refuge. And I'm YOUNG. Plus our genes are just PACKED full of homicidal instincts. It's not a formula for a stable population." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa smiles. Okay, so we're presenting as token lesbians? Okay, she can do that. She snuggles in a bit more. "Oh, that sounds horrible. Okay." She looks down and stops, chewing her lip a bit, uncomfortable. "Okay. Wow. Uhm.. okay, I don't know how to come back from this topic. A-nything else?" 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' Apparently she's decided 'butch' is better than 'clocked' in this case. Clarine's expression is distant as she leads the way towards the restaraunt and out the door of the building,"Well... The good news is, even though some of us are RAGING jerks, that instinct doesn't apply to normal humans. We ever fight together, and you see me go down, dump my body back at holy ground." She doesn't explain why. "People like you are why I got into being a vigilante. I'm kind of a weirdo for opting out of the fighting the others except where necessary." The fishes out a coin and dances it over the back of her knuckles,"I guess what I wanted to say is, I want people to remember I existed, if the worst ever happens. There. Done with depressing topics." She smiles in her suddenly awkward way, and looks at the other woman where she's stopped,"I promise you ALL the naan. And maybe a shopping trip for clothes, next week when things are settled. I can't shop off the rack and I would LOVE to decimate my mentor's credit cards for once." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa nods. Still gets clocked a LOT, so your plan might be less than perfect in that regard. "Right. Does, like, ULC stuff count? because that takes, like, five minutes to get. I don't know how I would make a place holy though. Maybe I should look that up? Hmmmh.." She blinks and ooOooOooohs, eyes getting big. "Clothes? Oh, em, gee, I need more of those, I don't even go in Salvation Army much because.. hey, do those count? Because they're jerkfaces and all." 

:'''{{#var:1305|Clarine (1305)}} has posed:''' The girl suddenly laughs delightedly,"It literally just has to be any land that was ever held holy by anyone almost ever. But it has to actually be considered sacred. It's kind of like... not even the most evil douche I know among my peope would break that taboo. The kind you don't come back from." Clarine bows and gestures down the road,"We'll go to a REAL clothes place, pick out something you actually like. I have to order all my stuff online for the most part." Apparently when you sympathize with someone, is hard to really see them the way the rest of the world does. 
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2797/A meeting of the X-Men

2017-10-15T01:36:07Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''      The War Room is a place where the X-Men can get together and not only plan their next operation, but it is also one where they can get together and discuss things pertinent to their organization.   Scott was inside, dressed in his blue and gold uniform, hair set above the visor like usual. "First off, I want to thank everyone for coming, I've got exciting news for us all. First off, I want to let our trainees know that as of today, they will be invited to join our student group: faXion. Myself and Nightcrawler will be organizing training for these students. This group is for students currently in classes or under eighteen years old." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko Ashida does her best to maintain a straight face, but there's still a bit of a snicker. ~Seriously? It sounds like some kind of eighties cartoon. Or an adult trying to be 'hip'. ...Wait, that's what he is. Seriously, who'd they bounce this off of?~ She leans a bit further back in her chair, arms crossed, fingers idly tapping on her other gauntlet. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn decided to show off, as a recent addition to the team, by teleporting her way here instad of flying. It took some concentration, but she got it done. Taking a seat, wings and hands folded, she sits up attentively. Like she never did in class. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:'''     While Tatum is physically present, and even in her black and gold uniform, she seems distracted by something. She nods to what Scott is saying, but isn't her usual smiling, laughing self. No teasing comments. Nothing. "I'm assuming I'll be helping with training in combat without powers?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue had arrived a little late, but not TOO late, she was standing at the back of the room near the entrance and when Scott started to talk she just leaned back against the door and put her hands into her black hoodie's pockets, the hood was up and her white bangs were framing her face, she just stared quietly and glanced over at the others that were here too. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     From his chair, Kurt has a tablet out. He flicks his gaze up though from the tablet. He heard his name. He looks concerned, as if this is news to him. He considers this, "Ja." he agrees. To him, that makes total sense given his new position. He reaches over, crumples up a piece of legal paper, off a 5 by 8 pad. He crumples it up. Zing! Right at Noriko. His amber gold eyes glower at her. He lifts his hand up, tucking his thumb back. He gestures from his eyes to her, back to his eyes then at her again.     he nods at Tatum, chiming in for Scott. "Individual requests will be made, I assure you, Tatum. Your skills will be put to good use, liebchen." He gives her a wink, then nods to Scott.     Only those that really know him will likely catch the nervous curl of his tail. He looks at Rogue, though he smiles, there is a look sent her way. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty is also leaning against the back wall, dressed simply in leggings and a sweatshirt. She nods slightly to Rogue and turns her attention toward the meeting. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Correct, Tatum. We will be asking all main roster X-Men to lend their expertise in various areas for this new group." Scott continues. "I for one am excited to get this group running and bring a bright future to our ranks."   Cyclops takes a seat, looking to the adult members for a moment. "We are going to be condensing blue and gold teams into one team for now. Should the need arise for two teams again, it will be temporarily and on a mission by mission basis." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko Ashida blurs and sparks, the light over her seat flickering for a moment as she brings a hand up to catch the ball of paper, tossing it into a trash can in the corner. She goes back to listening, head tilted a bit to one side as she appraises the new information. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:'''     With little more then a simple nod in response to Scott, Tatum thrums her fingers softly on the table, looking over at the opposite wall. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     Giving a little nod, Kurt shrugs. "Is that all, Scott?" He looks over to Noriko and gives her a little nod, as if appreciating her cooperation. His tail slides across the table to flick his pen into his hand with a little twitch. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn nods to Scott at this other idea. "I think, um, the team idea makes a lot of sense. Be more flexible? More open minded? You don't want too get into a routine. What if we need four groups at once?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue was at the back of the room near the big round doorway entrance she had her hands in her hoodie pockets and the hood was up. Rogue listened to every word Scott said and she glanced over at Kitty and Kurt and just grinned softly at Kurt, then looked forward again to their esteemed leader as he talked about the new team structure. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' Slipping in quietly, Lorna's in a skirt suit. Someone had a meeting elsewhere. She slides into a chair near Kurt offering apologetic smiles for being late. Rogue's elbow gets a squeeze as she passed her. "Sorry folks. Flew fast as I could." She offers by way of apology. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Fashionably late...okay...supremely late! Ellie finally walks into the room, shouldn't be surprise, she hardly ever shows to classes on time. Even she even shows up, so her coming late to an X-Men meeting kinda of thing? It's just her showing she cares, she's also got the confidence to boot coupled with complete lack of guilt, as she just walks in and waves, "yo, Ellie signing in and stuff." Yeah, not even an apology. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''      Looking to Kurt, Scott also mentions. "I will be offering the role of Executive Officer to Storm in instances of our needing two teams, and to be adding more as needed, again on a case by case basis."   "Thank you, Pixie. that is my goal for this new structure: to be flexible enough that we can be effective in any contingency." A nod given to Polaris as she arrives in. Cyclops was not very phased by those arriving late. The X-Man looks to Negasonic as she makes her way in. "Negasonic Teenage Warhead, as you missed earlier, you are going to be invited to the new student group: faXion. We are going to focus on combat training and advanced control, with teamwork. Nightcrawler will be assisting me on this endeavor." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' A few moments after Ellia, Jean slips in the door as quietly as possible, which isn't all that quiet with the doors styled as they are. She takes up a spot on the wall. There wasn't time to change so she's still in her professional attire, a styilsh business suit that she wore for the parent/teacher conference. Unfortunately, it ran late leading to her tardiness. She had warned their fearless leader of her situation ahead of time through a brief telepathic message. Leaning against the wall, she listens as she tries to catch up. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko Ashida gives Ellie a nod, giving the chair next to her a nudge so it rotates around to face the short-haired teen. ....Yeah, that name seriously needs work, but probably better to put it in the anonymous suggestion box... And then Jean Grey walks in, and Nori's head is immediately filled with thoughts of natto, hoping that the rather... exotic... foodstuff actually keeps anyone from eavesdropping like Hisako said. she's already gotten glared at by Kurt, and she hadn't even said anything! 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue would turn to see both Ellie, Jean and Lorna enter and she'd give them all a small smile. She'd nod to Lorna as she squeezed her elbow and she'd say "Heya." at her green haired friend in a low-whispery voice so as not to interrupt or speak out and be all rude in-stuff! 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     Slipping his tail over to loosely settle it about Lorna's ankle. Kurt winks at Lorna and Jean as they arrive. He gives Warhead a little nod, and tilts a brow at Scott, as if to see if they are done. He flicks his pen, fidgeting a little. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "New team, nice." Lorna remarks catching the news as Scott speaks. She leans over to peek at Kurt's note pad, see if there are any notes she can catch up on and rests her hand on the back of his shoulder lightly. "Hi dear." She murmurs quietly before looking to Scott. "Have we discussed our role in the clean up post-invasion? Is that something we're interested in assisting with?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie freezes when Cyclops turns to her, not having expected the Fearless Leader to actually pay attention to her. Let alone actually speak to her. For a moment she thinks he'll reprimand her for walking in late to the meeting, but when that doesn't happen, she chills. Right until she hears the name of the new student group, and just bursts in laughter, "oh my god, you're shitting me, right? That's not it, is it? I mean..." she looks around the room, "he's not kidding? That's the best we got? faXion?" Shrugging, Ellie takes out her phone and heads towards Noriko and the chair she saved for her, thumbs swooping about her phone as if twitting was her real super power. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:'''     Tate looks up to see who enters, nodding in greeting to Lorna and Jean. Ellie gets a raise of her brow and a hint of a smile, but only a hint. Lorna's question about clean-up gets her attention though. "I think any of us that have abilities that would be useful should absolutely help. It might be good for our public image." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Scott looks to Polaris. "I would volunteer ourselves as need, those wishing to contribute their time should let me know and I'll arrange it."   A short glare of a red visor towards Ellie. "faXion, yes. That is the name I chose." It's dorky, it's very...Scott. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "Ja, Scott named the new group." Kurt says softly. He just looks at Elle. He is trying really, really hard not to smile. His lips start to quirk. He badly, very badly, like worst acting teacher ever badly fakes a sneeze. He hides his smile behind his hand as he reaches for some kleenex. "Pardon me." Smile hidden for the moment. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "Even those who don't have abilities, there's still rubble to sweep or clear out, shelters in need of volunteers. Plenty of mundane ways to benefit the local communities." Lorna points out, nodding to Tatum. "It's a pity we never figured out how to get Scott to weld things, that'd be handy in reconstruction." She says carefully, a quick smile to the visored leader and nudges Kurt lightly. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue looked around at the others after smirking at what Ellie said outloud, she figured others were probably thinking about it too (meta!). "Come on. Its not like 'X-Men' is that great of a name either." She said softly, loud enough for everyone to hear though. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Sign me up as a volunteer," Jean offers from the back of the room. "It would be good for us to be seen publically doing something to help after our participation in the mess." She has a few buildings that were on her tally sheet. Something she needed to help correct. As the name is brought up and commented on a few times, she can't hide her own smile although she does manage not to giggle at Rogue's observation. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "I have a list of mutant Town charities and agencies that i work with on a regular basis." Kurt says carefully. He tries to keep his politics out of things. "I would be more than happy to hook people up with one or two of them if they want to help there. I... do not have as many contacts with other agencies outside of catholic Charities." Kurt keeps it casual, to not get preachy. He clears his throat at Rogue. "I have always glad we took our name from Herr Professor Xavier's _last_ name." He clears his throat again. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''      "No heat, just punch." Scott says, shrugging a bit at the welding comment. Then a small crack in the stoic edifice if Scott. "Hey...I thought that name over for an hour, it's not -that- bad!" Oh, it was, it was. "New Mutants was done already, New X-Men sounded terrible." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Only the lamest name in history, at least it'll be memorable," Ellie mutters under her breath when Scott affirms that faXion is indeed the name. At Kurt's comment, Ellie quips, "lucky us." Looking over at Rogue, Ellie snorts, "X-Men is at least not lame as fuck." Raising her hand up high, Ellie calls out, "can I volunteer to come up with a name, that, well, doesn't suck monkey balls?" 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "I like FaXtion, it's very on brand." Lorna nods in defense of Scott. She smiles to Jean at her willingness to help with volunteering. "You're awesome Jeanie." She tells the redhead and smiles at Kurt warmly. "You could be Xtra Curricular Activities." She deadpans to Ellie. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn winces at Ellie's comment, frowning and looking at Scott afterward. "Goodness. I do think the name sounds like a breakaway faction from us, instead of being... an up and coming part of the team. But it's not really the important thing is it?" 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' "When you're in charge, Ellie, you can pick the name," says Tatum, frowning. She doesn't even look at Negasonic after her comment. "I could always try seeing if the folks at the Philharmonic are the same from my world. I could try arranging a charitable concert." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''      Scott gives just a small sigh. "Language..." Cyclops shakes his head, at nearly every comment. "No, no, the real purpose is to get those students who want to do more prepared for what's out there. To take the next step past just controlling their abilities, to training to use them." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     Finding something fascinating on the tablet, Kurt looks at it. Or Lorna in her cute suit. No pupils. Hard to tell what he is looking at. His voice though, is gentle. "Let them chime in on the name. If we treat them like kinder, they will act like kinder. They are all mostly grown. I remember when we were that age, it was nicht so long ago."     Kurt hates disagreeing with Scott. It is obvious in every iota of his body language. He has a younger brother mentality with several of his peers, and he looks profoundly uncomfortable. His tail whips a couple of times to show his displeasure. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko Ashida sits up a little straighter, raising a finger. "In Ellie's defense, it sounds like our fashion label or something that sells all the merchandising. I mean, We're the next generation of X-Men, right? Bad puns don't really carry the message that we're serious." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue laughed at Ellie's words, listened to the others, including Noriko and she just had to chime up again. "Ya'll, its just a name... it don't matte'ah in the long run. What makes the difference is the trainin' ya put in, and how good ya come out on the othe'ah side, cause'a it. Thats what the team needs the most, good leade'ahship and folks that wanna learn." 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "Every student should have advanced control of their abilities, but not everyone who comes through this school goes on to be an X-Man. As Scott said, it's just the next step of training. Heck some of you may go on to be Avengers or join Shield, form a whole new team-sky's the limit kiddos." Lorna sits back and nods to Rogue. "If Scott says it's FaXtion, he's the boss, it's FaXtion. He'll change it if he chooses." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' It is taking a lot of willpower not to burst out laughing. Jean has to bring a hand up and brush it over her face, as though brushing off an annoying out of place hair. When she's sure she can speak without giggling, she offers, "Perhaps we should keep the name Scott chose but those with suggestions for alternates can submit them for consideration?" Ever the one to attempt to find the compromise. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, if our brand is lame, come on Polaris, we can do better," Ellie says, hoping against hope, because she can't help but feel like taking to the field under the name 'faXion' will take away some of her life force. Sticking her tongue at Polaris, Ellie quips, "joke's on you, even that is better. That's how lame 'faXion' is!" Rolling her eyes, Ellie snaps, "Pixie, you're way too nice! Stop it, it's really annoying." But then Scott shoots down any possibility of Ellie getting to get to name the team, leaving her a bit crestfallen, glaring at Tatum without a word, and then again tapping away at her smartphone. Scott citing language isn't helping either. But so long as she's got her phone, she's good. She'll manage. "You know, Lorna, one day I'll be a team leader. The one that was promised, and I will give that team an awesome name, and everyone will thank GOD! For me!" 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''      "Order." And Scott's voice rings through the war room. Seems a change of heart was in store, but Scott wouldn't give up the ship easily. "Like most people said, it's the next step in training. It doesn't matter what the name is." Scott sighs just a bit. "Any faXion member is free to give suggestions, as Jean said. Wether or not the name will change will be up to our discretion." 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tatum closes her eyes, sighing softly. "Okay, can we stop fighting about a name and get back to business? Some of us have work to do." Clearly, someone has pissed in Tatum's cornflakes this morning. She's almost as grumpy as Ellie! 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko Ashida grumblegrumblegrumble. The 'I'm an adult and I know Best' card. The worst card. She nudges Ellie with one elbow, eyes flicking upwards, before nodding to one side. Hopefully the two of them together can come up with something. Convincing the faculty, that'll be another matter. At least maybe this means she'll get more field time, she's starting to recognize every ninja in the Danger Room's martial arts training routines. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "Stick your tongue out at me again young lady and I'll have you cleaning desks after class." Lorna says to Ellie evenly. "We're still your instructors, even if you live and train with us. Try to maintain a modicum of respect please." She looks to the other adults in the room. "Was there anything else to discuss?" She asks. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     Tail vanishing back under the table, Kurt points out to Lorna a bit more of what she missed. He also taps out, to not interrupt. 'Charles gave me the job I wanted. You are dating the new recruiter for the school' Kurt uses a stylus to touch-pad type. But given his fingers, that is probably good. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie crosses her arms, leans back in her seat and groans audibly at Lorna reminding her she can be disciplined. This meeting sucks. If only they'd let her save the newly created team from it's horrid name. But looks like the faculty won this round. There's no way she'll be cleaning desks after class. Looking aside at Noriko, Ellie rolls her eyes and makes a 'please shoot me' face. Secret language of teens. The more you know! 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''      "Suggestions should be made to my office. If there is no other business, I think we are adjourned." Scott offers a chance to anyone wanting to get a word in. 
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2746/The F* Is Shawarma

2017-10-15T01:34:42Z

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|Location=Shawarma spot in NYC
|Synopsis=Ellie meets Drake and set about trying a new food she never tried before. A creeper joins the scene, and soon after a senior Xavier student.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Every now and then Ellie goes meandering the city for the sake of doing so, and every now and then she runs into something she's never seen before. Case in point: Shawarma Palace. She stops, looks at the sign, looks at the dingy place with the ridiculously good smells coming from inside, and snorts, "the fuck is a Shawrma?" Only one way to find the answer, boldly go where no one but a few hundred people have gone before, a right step, left step, right step, and in she goes. Ellie Phimister is going to discover Shawarma, just like Tony Stark before her. True mark of greatness. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' Heading down the street is Drake, decked out in a dark purple Twitch hoodie and his team's fragging jersey beneath it. His brown hair has a bit of a spike to it from a bit of gel tousled in, destroyed jeans and some sneakers. Spying Ellie and recognizing her from the other day, he angles himself to slip into the Palace as well, calling out. "Yo, you a pita fan?" He asks as he gives her shoulder a playful bump. "Mind company?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie turns her head when someone calls out, not sure if it was meant for her, until she recognizes livestream dude, "pita? It said shamwow outside...which is it?" So clearly, she's not quite a fan, more like someone who has no clue what she's about to have. "Sure, you can tag along, but you still owe me an explanation of how I make cash out of doing twitter." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' "Twitter? Not so much. Twitter is how you communicate with your fans. Livestreaming is where people watch you do whatever you're doing and if they feel generous, they donate or hit the sub button and then the site pays you. Whatcha thinking about doing though? You gonna be a pro gamer like me?" Drake asks. "Shawarma is like an Arabic thing. It's how they make the food. They take a pita, shove meat and veggies into it. Grill it. It's freaking good. When I was in Istanbul for a tournament, I had a bunch of this stuff. Definitely get the lamb." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Ugh...I twit, it's what I do," Ellie grumbles, realizing this free cash avenue isn't setup for her sort. More like Drake's sort, and she's definitely not that. She doesn't have a gaming console, or computer or whatnot, and will never wait the horrid long line for either of those at the Xavier's rec room. She shrugs at the given explanation, "Arab? Whatever, I'll take it," she walks up to the counter, "give me one of them shwarmas, with the lamb and everything, this guy knows," she points at Drake, seems he's just been designated the shawarma expert for ordering purposes. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' "So, you can live stream real life. It's called Arr Ell." Drake says to Elle as he steps to the counter and slips his chain wallet out of his back pocket and thumbs out a number of bills. "Two of those. Two sodas also." He cuts a glance to her, then the cashier. "Make mine extra spicy. I like the fire." He even pays for her as he pushes the twenties across the counter. "Get a camera mounted on a pole or something. Selfie stick. Walk around town and bullshit. Shaved head with an attitude would get a shit ton of doofy guys watching you." He tips a wink. 

:'''{{#var:1326|Volf Boiardi (1326)}} has posed:''' Moriarty, Braccato's online handler in Homeland Security, had briefed him half an hour earlier. The subject was one Ellie Phimister, a female teenager with an irregular blip in the DSS system. Normally, she'd fall through the cracks, but she was exceptionally vocal on Twitter, and had offended a domestic censor or two, drawing the computer tracking systems across her background. That had led the trail to her mysterious disappearance from the foster system, namely a blank where she should be in the system. Electronic records had been tampered with, and everyone had forgotten the existence of a single girl. That was a lead on a shadow organization that the government suspected was operating in the New York area. Little did they suspect that it was the Xavier Institute's clandestine Mutant training and Essex Factor civil rights program, both of which were potentially offensive. The X-Factor was a powerful weapon, to be wielded in the right hands by the body politic, and had to be strictly evaluated before proliferating into the general population. The deep cover operative in question investigating, Volf "Braccato" Boiardi, was a stunning example, a former Lucchese hitman. Volf, his Superman t-shirt on display beneath his garment district trenchcoat, shuffled into the Arabic deli with his black boots, his backwards hat failing to hide his face but making him appear deliberately undisguised. A notable figure is not necessarily a confident figure, the hitman using the practice of altering his gait to bring attention to himself as a loner schlub, but not the kind of schmuck that wanted attention. His silent eyes searched across the schawarma joint as he walked along with his hands in his coat pockets, spotting Ellie from her Twitter profile photo. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' With a chime of his phone, Drake gives a glance down and lets out a sigh. "Ugh. Come on Turbo. I don't wanna do another scrim." He mutters, then gives a glance to the girl. "Hey, let's hang out tomorrow? I hope you like the pita." He says as he heads to the door once his bag is slid over to him, giving her a wide grin. "I can set you up with a stream so you can start gathering fan boys." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Arr Ell?" Ellie mimics Drake, before laughing at his antics, "who would want to see that?" She snorts, not thinking of it as a very good idea at all. "Wait..." Ellie notes as Drake reaches for his wallet, "you paying for me?" She didn't quite expect that, this wasn't even a date. Than again, she's not one of those feminist and proud to the point of refusing free money, she'll take it every day, "cool." If anything, as she listens to Drake she considers. Mind you considers, nothing more than that. When Volf comes in with his Superman shirt on display, Ellie can't resist a snort, pointin outright at Volf as she nudges Drake, "hey, livestream guy, look, we found Superman." 

:'''{{#var:1326|Volf Boiardi (1326)}} has posed:''' Volf's eyes slowly move towards Drake as the domestic spy watches the gamer's movements, noticing the teenage gesture with the bag slinging over his shoulder. Cool, relaxed, the kind of movement a practiced kid uses when he knows how to pick up a lady, but doesn't have to, because he's not in the practice of chowing down on pasta and humping his belly into a grass field. That's why his dad made sure he lifted weights. Volf, despite being a far older man, offers Negasonic a dangerously sly grin, his chin tilting downwards as his mouth tightens into what could almost be called a smile, aside from its lack of cherubic quality about his cheeks. He slowly pulls his hands from his pockets, doffing an imaginary burden with just a faint assertion of lifted weight off his posture. "I forgot my day clothes at the laundromat," he says with dull, dry humor as he walks past the departing Drake, turning his left shoulder sidelong with a look of macho adherance to male code of ownership of a woman. He's eliminating himself as a competitor in the most obvious way possible, in public view of everyone here. "Now you know my secret identity." He steps up beside Ellie in line, pulling what looks like a wad of hundred dollar bills out of his pocket. It's actually a wallet made to look like that, obvious when he spreads it open and withdraws a ten dollar bill. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie gets her freebie pita and waves at Drake as he heads out on his way, "we'll see about that," she answers about the offer to meet on the next day. She looks over at the condiment, bravely trying some of the different colored ones. Not sure what either of those are, before heading to sit down at a table. "Oh yeah? What does a guy your age even does with a Superman shirt? You a fan of his or something? Or just a cousin?" Ellie asks stingingly, not known to be the most polite of the group of students at Xavier's. Ellie snorts when Volf suggests he truly is Superman, "no way, you're playing me," Ellie states, eyeing the hundred dollar stash before it turns out to be a wallet, "nice wallet though. Also got it from Superman?" 

:'''{{#var:1326|Volf Boiardi (1326)}} has posed:''' "Got it from the Flying Dragons, actually," Volf replies courteously. "A bit of Spanish medicine, they call it." He slides the ten dollar bill across the counter, exchanging a knowing grin with the clerk (the wallet is from Egypt, it's a common street item if you know the right people). "I'll take a Coke on the side." As his food is sliced off the rotisserie of meat and vegetable off the back, he looks over at Ellie with a pivot. "You don't like the shirt? You'll figure it out in about ten years, if you keep up with that fashion sense," he retorts. As his food is delivered, along with the can of Coke, he gives a hand wave to the cashier's gesture at the register, before moving around to sit at a table near Ellie's, facing her diagonally across a middle aisle. "Superman, I suspect, doesn't even have a secret identity. None of the superheroes do. Otherwise, someone would figure out they have powers. One car hits Superman in civilian clothes, everyone knows, am I right?" he asks, opening his soda with an eloquently thuggish precision. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Flying Dragons? The fuck are they?" Ellie asks, before digging into her pita, taking a mouthful and finding it quite an interesting mix of spices. She's not sure if she likes it, but she certainly isn't hating it, munching away on her first mouthful. Good thing too, because that puts a delay on her ability to answer Volf, which eventually comes in the form of, "if I ever get your fashion sense, I hope I'll have the common sense to commit suicide first." "Really? I don't think Superman would be stupid enough to let a car hit him in the first place, he's Superman, not Stupidman, right?" Ellie rebuttals, before taking another bite of her pita, shaking her head a bit at Volf. Naturally she has no clue there's a purpose to his visit coinciding with hers. 

:'''{{#var:1326|Volf Boiardi (1326)}} has posed:''' "They're the enforcers and movers for a local Tong," Volf says matter-of-factly. "Bad idea to go in on a business venture for them unless you've got superior sense, but they're decent friends if you want an interesting trinket." Volf can't quite decide how sarcastic Ellie is being, whether she's wise beyond her years or just a damaged kid in a Slaughterhouse Five cyclic from a violent trauma in her childhood. Two cases come to mind, both from Gotham. Dr. Jonathan Crane, the Scarecrow, and the luminary of Arkham Asylum's downtrodden, Dr. Jeremiah Arkham. Never could two brothers pass further apart in the night. Scarecrow's case was clear homicide hidden with masterful intent, the product of a damaged childhood with maternal manipulation into an organized system to produce the very man that became Dr. Crane. Dr. Arkham, meanwhile, was a prodigy at manipulation and levers, and performed his act out of self-defense. Dr. Crane sublimated upwards, Dr. Arkham passive-aggressively redirected laterally. Crane's mother was a product of the same woman that made Crane, Arkham's victim was a violent lunatic that could've been a danger to the public. Crane planned, Arkham made a field decision. One was a government operative, the other was a doctor. Volf has heard a dozen things about those cases, but Volf has always held the private opinion that Crane should've been groomed for intelligence in his undergraduate studies. You don't smash a hammer into a Mustang because the engine is too hot, you modify the hood. Arkham, meanwhile, was trying to fix Crane, so Arkham was in the right field. But Volf doesn't make the calls with cadavers, only corpses. "So you think that Superman has the entire flow of Metropolis traffic gridded out in his mind when he's going out to get a burger?" he asks, using a plastic fork to pick through the pita and eat a chunk of lamb, instead of using his hands on the dish. He's a technician, a byproduct of using car bombs. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Oh, so you're Yakuza?" Ellie intentionally gets it wrong when she questions Volf about which Asian gang he's affiliated with. Clearly she knows her stuff! "So, you've got bunches of superior sense, huh? Are you on of those mutants or something?" Ellie asks casually between bites, clearly not giving a damn either way. Staring at Volf in disbelief, mostly that he's even still carrying on this line of conversation, Ellie mutters, "I'm suggesting, if he's so super, fast and all around awesome, he wouldn't let a car hit him. Where's your superior sense none?" 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:'''      There's a flash of actinic blue light from outside, and a similarly blue haired teenager is suddenly opening the door, the bell jingling. She heads over to the counter, giving the employee behind it a friendly nod. "I'll take a number five, with a large sprite." She slips a ten across the counter herself, gets her change, and steps back a bit while her meal is parepared, the metal gauntleted fingers tinking softly as she drums them on the surface of a nearby table. 

:'''{{#var:1326|Volf Boiardi (1326)}} has posed:''' "Wanna beat my ass, huh," Volf says, lowering his eyes to his food to hide his concerned look. The statement is a deliberate, hard jab, of intuitive logic from an older man. That's category three, any probable background of a suicidal vigilante. Deeply repressed personality trauma. That's the accidental murder of an emotional attachment. Different Vonnegut book. Sirens of Titan. Plenty of dogs in Gotham howling at that bright, beautiful moon. Sometimes, Volf feels the urge to do it himself. But his call is merely a challenge, not a chase. As the flash comes outside, there's a faint, faint ripple of mnenomic energy as Volf startles, thinking a siren is outside. It's a barely palpable memory suppression of everyone in the shop triggered by a cop spook, merely removing details like hand signals and subconscious body language. He becomes a putty man in anyone's mind affected, especially if they're unaware. The reflex is both a blessing and a curse, like all X-Factors. "Mutants? You could say that. Everyone is weird to you when you're on the bottle in a city. The natural assumption that most people miss is that it's also you that's weird." He demonstrates his keen study of people, intentionally. It screams cop, besides the explanation of logic to a potential civilian. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie is familiar with just such a blueish flash, and turning her head, sure enough she finds Noriko taking an order. She doesn't show any signs of being familiar with Noriko, aside perhaps to the faintest inclination of her head. But that could have just as easily been her leaning for another bite. Then Volf makes his comment, and Ellie laughs, spitting out bits of shawarma and whatever else was in her pita. Good thing the tray is right there to collect it, "are you for serious? What makes you think I wanna beat your ass? The fact you were a Superman shirt like a dweeb and boast a superior sense which you clearly don't have?" She shakes her head, and eventually provides a tip, "man, lay off the booze. You're outweirding the weird." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko Ashida slips into the next booth over, wanting to give Ellie her space. Just another face from school, and she's not going to push social activity. Although... "Yeah, anyone fighting in here'd be crazy. I'm pretty sure the owner has half the Avengers on speed dial." She digs into her meal, which is practically packed to bursting. Hey, running here from Westchester takes a lot of calories, okay? "Plus, why get kicked out of a place that has good food for cheap?" 

:'''{{#var:1326|Volf Boiardi (1326)}} has posed:''' Volf checks that down in his mental notebook, the insular subculture she immediately displays alongside Noriko. Noriko is his line to whatever group cleared Ellie out of the DSS records. "You act like I'm wearing a Blaze comics t-shirt with Booster Gold's face," he retorts, sitting up in his chair and taking a long drink of his soda. "Army veterans have their t-shirts, I have mine." Boiardi eats a piece of pepper and onion he's spiked on his fork after spreading more pita aside, turning his attention to Noriko. "I'm sorry if you caught us at a bad stretch in our conversation. I'm not sure if our friend here realizes that I'm headshrinking her." He turns his attention back to Ellie, chewing his food in the side of his mouth with a polite, faintly wolfish grin, as he swallows. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie laughs as Noriko adds her two cent, and gestures at the blue haired girl with her elbow, "hear that, Superman, very stupid idea. Further evidence you ain't got that superior sense you were talking about. So, sorry to break it to you, but you're not Superman." Then he talks about Blaze comics and Booster Gold, and Ellie looks dumbfonded, "dude, if I wasn't eating, I'd check the interwebs to find out whatever the hell that is..." She has another bite, munching energetically, until she hears Volf's comment to Noriko and snaps at him, "what the fuck is headshrinking? Are you saying I'm a psycho? Because I've never been to a shrink ever." Okay, that's a lie, child services certainly forced her to have some sessions with therapy people. It was super lame too. 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko Ashida picks up her tray, slipping around and in next to Ellie now that she's been accepted into the conversation. "Yeah, poking around in people's heads tends to offend. Pretty sure we're just here to eat, not give you free practice." Her eyes narrow, the teen staring Volf down as she takes another bite of shwarma. 

:'''{{#var:1326|Volf Boiardi (1326)}} has posed:''' Volf watches a lean-to tent come into position, knowing it's just a matter of pressing down on the canvas and letting the tree do the work. Ellie demonstrates a much rawer version of the reputation that a standard superhero has, Noriko is clearly more disciplined. He quietly glances down at her thumb as she picks up the tray to move near Ellie and sit, looking to see if she holds her thumb out in an Eastern grasp instead of making the curl inwards as an American Christian, or the thumb ball push he performs as a traditional European Catholic. Softpalm the Easterner, inquire to the American, or show the European blunt deference. "Who said it was free?" he asks, looking at Noriko with a pointed, serious but amused look. His face freezes into a cop face, with the far away look of quiet thought that one once saw in a hunter, survivalist, or warrior. He quietly lifts a bite of lamb to his mouth, inserting it into his mouth as he shuns Ellie in favor of his attention on Noriko. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie appreciates Noriko's backup, even if she's entirely sure she could handle herself, the guy is rather creepy coming on to her with all this mind games out in public. The fuck was his problem? Ellie will certainly need to twit about this experience later on, for now she just gets on with her meal, eager to finish it and get out of here, and farther away from the guy in the Superman shirt. Rolling her eyes at Volf, Ellie whispers to Noriko, "you ever seen that douche before?" 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko Ashida does indeed keep her thumb straight, and she's clearly suspicious now. "Well, she clearly didn't ask for it, so you can't charge her. And you need a license to practice psychiatry." She gives Ellie a miniscule shake of her head, fingers on her free hand drumming a little faster. Her fellow student's probably close enough to feel the slight prickle of static in the air that occurs when Nori's on edge. 

:'''{{#var:1326|Volf Boiardi (1326)}} has posed:''' "Guess I can't," he says, as his face pulls aside and then down, chewing his lamb. He thoughtfully thinks to himself, falsely, his X-Factor blocking all telepathic attempts that would possibly exist, hence his superb comfort in all situations in a world of mutants and masterminds. "But, as for licensing a psychiatrist," Volf says, looking up with an oddly playful smile. "Psychology is the language of God. Sociology is the language of the Goddess. Economics is the language of Man. And advertising is the language of the devil. So what is the language of Limbo?" he asks with an honest smile, dropping his guard now that it's established that Noriko is a junior lawyer. He can't touch either of them. He looks back at Ellie, his teeth a little softer on the lamb now that he's done his spot analysis. He swallows languidly, then says, "Sorry if I was busting your benjamins, kiddo, I just don't like the t-shirt getting made fun of. Anyone can be a superhero, all you need is the opportunity. Some of us are just chasing the magic." Subject confirmed, Ellie Philimister. That was rapid entrance into the joint, but Homeland Security may have caught her on an incidental camera glance. If not, he'll be looking through a lot of blue haired driver's licenses in his near future. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "And your language is the language of lame," Ellie interjects, having had about enough of Volf. He's far too uppity, gives a creepy vibe, and she feels like she might want to punch him in the face soon. Reason enough to just finish her meal and leave. She does just that, wiping her hands on a few napkins, before clearing her stuff, and snorting, "if you don't want to have your shirts made fun of, don't wear stupid shirts," she then turns to Noriko and adds, "sorry for leaving you with Mr. Creepy here, but I really gotta bail!" 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko Ashida entirely agrees with the sentiment, rapidly wolfing down the rest of her shwarma and washing it down with Sprite. "Who says you're leaving me, I'm coming too. I don't need any more people inside my head than I already have." She tosses her wrapper and cup into the can, slipping out of the booth and stretching a bit. "You want to come with me, or are you taking the bus?" 

:'''{{#var:1326|Volf Boiardi (1326)}} has posed:''' "See you on the flip side, crook. That's an L upside down, you know." Volf goes about eating in a leisurely fashion, sipping his soda and lounging about the restaurant after the exchange, securing himself with an arch of his back into a bodybuilder pose with both foreams on the table to indicate a prison posture, after the pair leaves. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie is starting to look a bit rattled, as she snaps at Noriko, "why is Mr. Douchebag calling me a crook? What the fuck is his problem?" Groaning to herself, Ellie forces herself to head out, kicking the door open as she snaps at Noriko, "I'll go with you, the bus might have losers like douchebag over here..." 

:'''{{#var:1435|Noriko Ashida (1435)}} has posed:''' Noriko Ashida shrugs. "Fuck if I know. Maybe he doesn't like teenagers who stand up for themselves." She walks along with Ellie for a few yards, getting out of sight from the shop windows, before crouching a bit to let her fellow student climb on, looping her arms around the punk girl's legs. This time, she accelerates a lot slower when she takes off, but still swiftly disappears from view, a trail of blue sparks marking her passage. 
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2539/Chilling at Harry's

2017-09-26T06:34:26Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/09/21
|Location=Harry's Hideaway
|Synopsis=Chilling at Harry's away from the noise, somehow Ellie still has noise find her.
|Cast of Characters=281, 30, 1353, 118
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Xavier Insistute is full of lame students, and lamer teachers. The town of Salem in itself is super lame. That leaves Ellie with very few options when she wants to clear herself of all potential lame infection, which is why she took to everyone's favorite cool place to chill (just ask any student at Xavier's), Harry's Hideaway. She walks inside, gets up to sit at the bar, and before the warning is even issued at her she snaps, "come on! I'm just sitting here, not going to order any alcohol, not like you'll let me have it, right? So chill out already! Fuck!" 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' Very shortly after Ellie had walked in - the door had open and than closed again of it's own accord. The only indicatin that someone had walked in...and was moving is the groaning of the floor boards as if some great weight was moving over them And soon enough that same weight can be heard on the bar nearby as if someone was leaning on it. A few moments latter, and a figure seems to slowly fade into existance - a massive nearly white orc. Leather bracers, armored boots, pants but no shirt. He dosn't bother to sit "You are a very loud little girl" he says in a deep beastial voice chuckling. He looks to the barman "....got any chocolate?" the tender looks confused. Who asks for chocolate at a bar of all places! 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' Having heard of this place, Drake makes his way in through the door. Today he's wearing a pair of destroy jeans with a black shirt under his Overwatch team jacket. His hair has a bit of a spike to it with some gel as well. He gives a glance about, amused for a moment before his eyes draw over towards the shouting teen, followed by the bare chested orc. He ticks a brow upwards as a grin forms along his lips before he heads to the bar. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:'''     And the door opens again. There's a young woman there... she's not a kid anymore, when did that happen? She's in a white hoodie that is starting to turn a little grey, the hood up. Whisps of her blonde hair peek out from under the hood's edge. Her jeans, too, are looking a little rough.     She looks around a moment and spies the orc talking to a younger girl at the bar and so she follows - sitting as well. She shows her ID to the bartender. "Got a cider or something? If not, I don't know... a Corona." He's dubious, considering how many of Xavier's kids come in here, but she gets her drink. She watches Warhead and Vorn out of the corner of her eye while she counts the small wadded up bills and coins she dragged from her pocket. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie turns to look at Bjorn as he appears out of nowhere after the door opened all on its own, "oh yeah? And you're fat," she snaps right back at Bjorn, it doesn't matter if it wasn't quite accurate, it was a fine go to insult on a whim. "So what's your story, invisiability ring like Frodo? Or crazy mind powers?" But she's in a helpful enough mood, that she does shoot the 'tender a glare, "oh come on you cheapskate, you can give him some of the chocolate you put on top of the brownie sundae, couldn't you? Sheesh!" It has a bar section, but there's also the dinner sections where the kids usually hang out for burgers and shakes. Ellie is just feeling special, allowing herself to sit at the bar, where the kids usually aren't allowed to sit. When Ellie sees Gwen, who seems young enough to be a student at Xavier's, she asks her in a hushed tone, "legit or fake? Where did you score one?" 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' Vorn laughs when he is called fat "Well your not wrong! It is why Vorn does not sit in tiny chairs" he was nearly 8ft tall. And as if to continue going along, he drums on his belly - and it quite litterly sound like someone drumming on metal drums!     But still his eye light up when Ellie mentions there is chocolate. The tender sighs and looks to Vorn "Alright, how much you want?"     And likewise Vorn responds "How much you got" the answer was clear and the look the tender gave Vorn said it all - he wants to see some proof he can pay. Vorn takes out his wallet and plops down a cool 300....the orc likes his chocolate. And with a nod the fello fetch Vorn...more or less two entire trays worth of brownies.     His eyes look to Drake and he gives the teenager a wave "Little Man Drake! It is nice to see!" he exclaims. Perhaps he recognized from from esports, who can say.     And likewise he also looks to Gwen and gives the girl joining them at the bar a wave "Seem it is full bar tonight. Must be a night of the good lucks" he rumbles out happily...before promptly stuff his maul with brownies. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:'''     Gwen has her money all stacked and sorted. "And maybe a burger too." and she sets aside a large chunk of her meager pile of green aside to pay for the food. She sighs, and then Ellie speak to her. She turns a bit on her seat to face the girl and her 'friend' more fully.     "My ID? Oh, it's real. I turned twenty-one in December. I guess I just have one of those faces." she replies. "He's not bothering you, is he?" Gwen wonders, her eyes flicking to the ravenous-seeming Vorn. She hesitantly offers the large being a little wave in return to his greeting. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' Glancing upwards at his name, Drake gives a squint of his eyes towards the rather large and hairy fellow. "Yo! Whaddup man?" He calls over in an easy manner as if they are best buds. He's playing it cool. With a tilt of his head to the tender, he slides out his ID and passes it over. "Can I get a hurricane please? Thanks." He says as he flips out a twenty and passes it over. Teen? Not for a few years now and his ID says he's at least of legal age. He got a hook up. "Leave some chocolate for the rest of us dude. I love me some fucking brownies." His eyes track Gwen as well for a moment, giving her a passing grin before they drift over to Ellie as well. He gives her one of those head jerk nods, like 'sup'? 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "I'm never wrong, I'm clever like that, plus I go to Xavier's and that's like a genius school or something...all exclusive and everything. People say it's got pretige and shit, read up on it," Ellie offers all the credentials one might need on her sheer genius. "What? People actually have real IDs they get because their of age or whatever? Damn, that's pretty lucky." Though technically everyone grows up, as a 15 year old, 21 seems like forever away to Ellie. Ellie stares at Drake for a moment when he nods at her in greeting, and then shifts her attention back to Gwen, "nobody bothers me, because I don't suffer idiots, I tell them right to their ugly faces." She then looks back at Drake and quips, "yours ain't that ugly though, I guess you're lucky." 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' Vorn blinks "Vorn did not mean to bother. If we are, Vorn is sorry" he says seeming genuine. He continues eating the brownies happily, but gives pause his eyes darting to Drake. ".....Vorn not make any promises, our favorite food is chocolate after all" he chuckles deeply. "But nothing much is up with us, just chilling...Vorn thinks that is the word young people use these days"     He looks to Gwen "Happy Be latted birthday other Little Girl" when he says little girl, he dosn't seem to mean it in any demeaning fashion, more it seems to be the way he talks normally. He smiles "Vorn turned sixty four last summer" he claims happily.     Something seems to click and he looks to Ellie "Oh, we forogt you ask us different question. Vorn story is....ummm. Hmmm, not sure how to describe our story" he shrugs "Vorn is alien" he goes with. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' "Sixty four? Damn dude." Drake grins at Vorn as he leans against the bar. "You look pretty ripped for that age. You seem kinda familiar though .. " He trails off before he tips his head in Ellie's direction. "Thanks. You got a sweet face also. I got a friend that goes to Xavier's. Maybe you know her? Wednesday. Kinda goth girl. She's told me all about your prestigious school. That's pretty sweet." As he is served his drink, he pockets his ID quickly and takes a long sip from it with a sigh, then looks over ot the brownies longingly. 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:'''     Gwen has a sip from her bottle and winces. "Ugh." But it's cold and west and takes the edge off, so whatever. "I'm sure." she says to Ellie. "You look like a badass, so good for you. It's just... y'know, I was just making sure you weren't being hit on when you didn't want it." She shrugs though. "Seems okay, though."     A nod down the bar to Drake, then she facepalms when Vorn admits that he's an alien. "I know you look different to start with, it's not like you're trying to hide... but saying that in public is a good way to get SHIELD or the police or an ambulance from a mental hospital to get called." She ssems to be able to continue this little lecture when her burger arrives. This she starts to eat with gusto. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Alien...?" Ellie asks Vorn, doing a quick eye roll, before nodding to herself. "Make since, why wouldn't I meet an alien? Sure. At least you eat chocolate and not humans." Looking over at Drake, Ellie shrugs, "I don't know...maybe? What's her name?" Apparently she doesn't know the girl, because she starts laughing, "like Wednesday Addams? That's stupid." Ellie looks amused at Gwen's suggestion, "did you take a good look? I scare boys, they wouldn't dare hit on me, least not so far," to a point Ellie is right, the whole freaks at Xavier label does make other students think twice about approaching anyone. 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' Vorn looks to Gwen and chuckles "Lass, only the really paranoid, prejudice or ignorant would bother to call SHIELD, the police or an ambulance over such a comment." he considers this "Actually you might have a point. Vorn has seen odder things than ourself in mutant town for instance, but outside of that, it is quite a bit more mundane" he shrugs "Regardless Vorn has fought alongside SHIELD before, und has also worked with the police. Vorn is not worried" He than looks to Drake "Well one of us is 64. Another might be 30, mabey another is 75. It all kind of gets mixed up." he grins. And back to Ellie "Well everyone porably seen one by now. Not with those parademons who were terrorizing the world and what not." he ponders this "And yes, alien. Vorn is from iceland" wait....so did he mean alien as in ot from this planet or not from this country. He grins again before rasing a brow "Bottle of yer Strongest stuff friend!" and likewise Vorn is given a bottle of said 'strongest stuff' and promptly pays for it 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:'''     "Well, then boys are dumb." Gwen replies. "I'm not scared." She tilts her head in Drake's direction. "He doesn't seem to be, either." Another sip of her drink and she smiles at Vorn. "Well, thank you for the good wishes. Still, about the police... the trick is getting them to ask questions first and not haul out the heavy firepower." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' "Why would you scare boys off? You seem pretty cool from over here." Drake grins at her as he props his chin up in the palm of his hand, taking a sip from his straw he plunked into his orange and pink mixed drink. "Ooh. I think I know who you are now." He says to Vorn with a smirk, touching his nose a few times. Tap. Tap. "Yeah, I guess like Wednesday Addams, but she's really awesome though. Not all weird and spooky like the TV character." He eases back against the bar with a grin to Gwen. "You don't scare me either. Sides, I'm in the gaming circuit. We got some girls in the tournament that could go toe to toe with most of the dudes in drinking and scrapping. You kinda just respect it." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "I guess...but my life is generally more fucked up than everyone's, it's my special ability," Ellie laughs and winks at Vorn. When he says he's from Iceland, she snorts, "I'm from Genosha, got you beat there, nothing is more of a shithole." "Well that's a given Sherlock," Ellie snorts at Gwen's comment about boys being dumb. She didn't need to be told that, she already knew. "You must be brave then, I'd drink to that, but bozo here won't let me because of my age or some shit..." Ellie sticks her tongue at the bartender. Yup, real mature. Ellie then turns to look at Drake, "you think?" She nods at Gwen, "you were right, he ain't scared," back to Drake, "big on you, dude. And it's mostly because I don't look like Bimbo Barbie, like some of the blonde girls at school." She shrugs at the suggestion Wednesday Addams is spooky, but leaves it at that. "So...what the fuck is a gaming circuit?" Yeah, she's not a gamer. 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' "It is not a competition. Vorn loved most of their various childhoods" he says simply. Nope, he wasn't competing for crapiest place to be born "Though Vorn did fight for the mutants of Genosha long ago" he frowns "Saddly, it seems things did not go very well in the after math." he gives pause "Also, Vorn is not sure why anyone would avoid you. You seem like a beutiful girl. Though perhaps Vorn is not best judge here for that" He looks to Gwen and chuckles "They usually start asking questions when their bullets stopped working on Vorn. By now the police have gotten used to Vorn" pauses "Well not Vorn, but the other me." he waves a hand dimissively "Point is, Vorn can handle the police just fine. But Vorn thanks you for the giving of the advice" he says with sincerity He looks to Drake than "Know Vorn?" he cants his head looking legitimately confused "Well if you say so. Though if your touching your nose so much, you might need to see doctor, perhaps it is broken? Does it feel tender?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:'''     "You don't want the dudebros who are looking for a Bimbo Barbie anyway." Gwen offers to Warhead finally, then she does back to eating. The burger doesn't last long, and so she's left munching on the potato chips that came with the meal. She riffles through her remaining thin stack of money and frowns, stuffing in in a pocket. There's still some of her beer left, so she at least has an excuse to stay sitting there. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Hey, you think I'm beautiful, that's fine with me," Ellie smiles at Vorn, at least she heard it from someone who isn't after anything, so that has to count for something. She shrugs at Gwen, never really having had a keen interest in guys, just observing that they keep their distance from her. Unless of course they're douches like Terrence, one of the bullies at Xavier's. 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' Vorn cants his head and smiles back before downing his drink. Though Gwen didn't go unnoticed. His suddely seems to have a blank expression, one that seem to be impossible to tell what he is thinking, and than he is back "Sorry mam..But Vorn could not help but notice...your seem light on cash" he says this quietly, not thinking it needs to be announced to the whole pub "Do you...need help?" 

:'''{{#var:118|Gwen Stacy (118)}} has posed:'''     "Well, yeah." Gwen admits. "It's tough to get money out of a machine with all the chaos happening in Metropolis and everywhere else. Julliard is closed down too, so it's not like I can use my meal plan in the caf there. I don't even know if I'm going to have an apartment when this is over." she explains, but she raises a hand. "I can't take your money, though. I don't even know you. It wouldn't be fair. Not like I can pay you back." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' Grinning at Vorn, Drake taps his nose a few more times, then finishes off his drink with a long slurp. "I think she's beautiful also. Just don't punch me in the face for saying it. This is my money maker." He says as he circles his face with a finger. "For my live stream of course. I can't deal with the drama if I show up with a black eye." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Take it, not like he needs it," Ellie offers a tip to Gwen, before looking over at Drake, "I'll take it, I don't mind people saying I'm beautiful if it's not for creepy reasons." She gives Drake a once over and mutters, "your face looks good enough. So how do you make your money?" 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' "Vorn does not need it, the loud Little Girl is correct" he says. He cants his head "Our name is Vorn, we live in new york city, are 64 human years old roughly speaking, trained in advacned military tactics, never finished highschool, made of liquid metal in essence, and love chocolate. Does that satisfied 'know who you are' requirement?" he asks Gwen. Apparently he is an open book.     But than comes a boisterous laugh "But if machines are the problem, Vorn can help there. No, not break them. But Vorn can fix them so they work properly at least. Though nothing Vorn can do about apartment"     He again looks to Drake at the nose tapping. His face fills with mre confusion "....mabey he needs a punch in the nose" he claims. He looks to his fist and Drake face as if really considering it 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake (1353)}} has posed:''' Dropping his hand away from his nose, Drake gives a grin to Ellie. "I'm a full time Livestreamer. I play for Team Static in the Overwatch World League. I stream for about ten hours a day and I get about I dunno... eight thousand viewers at a time. I'm one of the top hit scan players in the world." He says as he motions to the tender to get a brownie for himself. "So, the team pays me, I have a few sponsors and I get donations and subscribers on my channel." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "See," Ellie points out to Gwen, "called it. I'm smart like that." But when Drake explains his livelihood, Ellie takes a bit more interest, "wait...you make money for like...being online? Could I get paid for twits? Because that would rock." 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' Vorn settles back and looks between Ellie and Drake as they talk about this online buissnes. He shivers "No thanks. Does not seem the good way to make a living" he comments to himself in thought 
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2585/The Green, The Gold, The Grey, The Marvel, The Canary, The Crusader and the Scorpian

2017-09-26T06:22:26Z

SerraKeto: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2017/09/25 |Location=Gotham Docks |Synopsis=Goldar and his group of fools draw out the wrong heroes at the Gotham Docks. The Green Ranger emerges...."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/09/25
|Location=Gotham Docks
|Synopsis=Goldar and his group of fools draw out the wrong heroes at the Gotham Docks. The Green Ranger emerges.
|Cast of Characters=324, 276, 244, 30
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:324|Tommy Oliver (324)}} has posed:''' There is serious trouble down at the Gotham Docks, A group of grey rock like creatures led by a creature in gold armor with a Sword is tearing the place appart apparently looking for someone. The creatures are also inhumanely strong as they seem to be tearing open cargo containers, and some even are terririzing the locals, The MAster Mind moves through the air and ith a Single swipe of his sword smashes over one of the cargo containers. The Command Center is of course on alert the Moment Goldar and the Putties attack. As Alpha Five looks and Zordon knowing the Other Rangers are seriously indisposed. Can only call on one Ranger. For those in the Docks, it's Terror as Goldar screams out, "Find those three brats, it will flush the Green Weakling out!" And Goldar unleashes a power Energy burst from his sword which all but blows a hole in the side of a ship. In another PArt of Gotham, Tommy gets the Call through his communicator being alerted that Goldar and the Putties are tearing up the Docks looking for the same Kids he is, and it is enough to Make Tommy run for cover so he can join the Fray. The Putties of course are no joke either, as one of them picks up a small cargo container weighing close to 5 tons and just throws it across the doc into one of the trucks which explode. 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''     While Canary doesn't spend as much time as she used to in Gotham, she's still made it one of those areas where she gets alerts when something goes down there from the Watchtower. Generally, the Batfamily has things under control.     On the other hand, they don't usually have big golden dog people shooting holes in ships.     There's a flicker nearby the dock as Black Canary teleports in, pulling on her fighting gloves as she does so, then crackes her knuckles. "Oh good. Needed a workout today." she purrs, before breaking to a charge towards the nearest knot of Putties and launching into a bone-breaking roundhouse kick, that she follows up with a series of snap kicks towards the next in line, aiming for the Putty's side. "So, you're not from around here, I'm guessing....' she says conversationally, grabbing his head and bringing it firmly down towards her knee as it snaps upwards. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Wielding the kind of power that Goldar has just exhibited is a surefire way to trigger a Kree's 7th Sense. It doesn't take long for a golden streak to brung through the sky, before coming to an abrupt stop high above Goldar, carrying a sonic boom in its wake. With the golden streak fading, Captain Marvel is revealed to be floating in the air, one arm akimbo at her waist, the other pointing directly at Goldar, "nice toy, but you may want to point it over here, the citizens of Gotham done you no harm...in fact, you're in breach of Earth air space, and are accountable to Alpha Flight's jurisdiction." From the looks of him she assumes Goldar is an alien, and for intergalactic diplomatic purposes, ensures a fair warning was issued before engagement. 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' And Crusader was currently underwater. He enjoys swimming about when thinking about the past few weeks events that have transpired along with more recent ones. As it stands he was currently in the form of a large stingray with skin that resembled space, a tentacle beard, and golden eyes. Alien indeed His attention though turns towards the surface when a boat begins to sink, and crates begin to fall. Great, trouble is never far. He peeks above the surface and takes quick notes of everything that is going on. But upon one of the putties throwing another 5-ton quake, the massive stingray jumps out of the water and slaps it right back at the puttie monster with great prejudice. 

:'''{{#var:324|Tommy Oliver (324)}} has posed:''' Running down an Alley way Tommy manages to avoid being seen as he is being watched by Alpha 5 and Zordon as he is told no onw has seen him. Adn then He grabs hold of his Morpher and Power Coin. The Two Combine. For The Canary the part of the putties is they are effectively Golems, stone and clay creatures with a hive mind. And it's just like punching stone as it is enough to knock them back, but they are not stunned as several more come in, dancing around making this odd garbling sound. They almost look Comedic. But there is a Method to their madness, several come in moving ducking dodging weaving as the Putty Canary kicked is knocked back and down, they have similar mass to humans so that is not hard. But the others come in making faints and turns and dodges even flips over here with limitless endurance while some do actually strike at her, puching or kicking. A large number are distractions. one or two are the attackers. Goldar turns to Captain Marvel and then Lunges at her with that Nth metal sword as he says, "So the Green Weakling sent a woman to fight in his place! The Coward! I'll destroy you then all of these Dock!" He screats. Bjorn of course will manage to knock the Cargo container back as the putty was taen by surprise it impacts the stone and clay like monster, and it flattens it. Smashing it and spreading it out as it crumbles and falls apart destroyed. Of course there is a burst of Energy as a new figure appears on the battlefield a woman wearing golden Corpian like armor suddenly throws a large glowing boomerang like object across the battlefield as it spinns rapidly trying to impact Crusader, Marvel, and Canary delivering apowerful Shock of concussive energy. Holding the Morpher Tommy Activates his Powers. "Dragonzord!" and in a Flash of Green Light the Green Ranger stands ready as he teleports out. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "So you think it's a good idea to disparage women while you're at it? Are you trying to get me to end you?" A rather cool Captain Marvel replies, looking quite unfazed as Goldar lunges at her. For now her main objective is achieved, that sword of his isn't destroying ships or buildings, she starts by soaring higher in the air, meaning to take him away from innocent bystander and collateral damage fodder, "can you fly? Or just jump really high?" She asks as she keeps flying higher, checking if he'll pursuit or reach an apex. 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''     Canary dances back, wincing a bit at the impacts. She'll feel those bruises tomorrow. Okay, so she's not strong enough to knock them down and they seem resistant to a strike at a critical point. She starts going on the defensive as she's steadily pushed back as she ponders, just evaluating the Putty tactics, before she changes her own, moving from a more Muy Thai based offense to an Akido and Judo-based defense.     "You guys seem kinda dense, and I'm not just saying in the head...how's your swimming?" she says, tilting to the side as one of the Putty's swings, and grabbing the arm, then smoothly throwing him up and over and off the dock to splash into the water, before returning to the defensive as she backs up. "Huh, not real well, looks like..." She grins big, then moves, starting to work with locks and throws as she starts to give whichever of them she can grab swimming lessons while staying very mobile. 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' Crusader as he was mid-dive get hit by the concussive force from the odd boomerange and is sent hurtling back agaist a ship! A massive dent is put in the hull - but at least it wasn't enough to sink it. Undeterred he takes on the form of The Crusader and jumps out of the dent and onto the mainland, not seeming to bad for wear. He quickly takes stalk of the situation - Black Canary fighting an army of Putties, Captain Marvel trying to get the attention of the Goldar fello...lots and lots of desctruction. Crusader for the moment opts to give Canary a hand, to help get some of the pressure off her. He easily picks up and flings some of the creatures into the harbor alongside Canaray own fliptastic action. "So...anyone know what this is about?" he asks to the group at large, his voice booming 

:'''{{#var:324|Tommy Oliver (324)}} has posed:''' As Goldar Sees her Retreating into the air he growls, and then doesn't follow her, despite having wings. Instead he turns his attention to the Cargo and the Docks as he summons an energy blast and unleashes several fireballs in the direction of various cargo containers. One of which explode very spectacularly, later investigation will reveal illegal weapons. He's going to force Captain Marvel to fight on his terms and by his rules. Scorpina then Lunges out as she joins beside Goldars Side as the pair actually jump together leaping to the and turn their attention to where Black Canary is. The Putty hits the water as it seems to struggle faintly before sinking down into the water. Good Strategy. And then the Putties pull back all of them as Scorpina and Goldar cross their blades building an Energy charge to fire in the Direction of Canarya and Crusader "Time to Die little birdy!" Scorpina screams. A new energy surge is detected above Captian Marvel as a strange disfigured bipedial monster that looks vaugely like an Egyptian dressed sphinx tries to slam into Carol's Back to keep her busy as he attacks, "Rita will reward me for bringing her your head!" https://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/super-villain/images/8/8e/MMPR_King_Sphinx.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140806201017 A Flash of Green light appears above Black Canary and Crusader. A Scream that is sent through a vocailizer discorting the voice of the owner slightly as a beam of Green Consussive energy impacts Goldar and Scorpina. The shower of sparks and explosion is eough to knock them back and down as landing infront of Crusader and Canary. Stands a figure in green and Gold Armor. Holding a Dagger in his right hand tightly. His shoulders, chest and back as he stands there. "I hear you been looking for me Goldar. Well here I am!" And instantly Goldar, Scorpina, King Sphinx and all the Putties instantly Lunge at their Target. The Green Ranger. The ranger who was under Rita's control, attacked Angel Grove, And attacked the City with the Dragonzord befor being freed and joining the other five Rangers. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Oh, scared are you?" Captain Marvel snaps when she sees Goldar fading away instead of setting chase, "I don't think so," and she alters course to fly directly at Goldar, not about to let him wreck havoc on the docks, sailing at him with a super pissed off punch to hopefully send him to a crash landing. She would set chase to the ground to finish the job, but something else appeared above her and demanded attention. Turning to look back up, Marvel smirks, "who the hell is Rita?" she asks, clutching her right hand fist in her left, "shall I give you the courtesy of letting the lady go first?" Captain Marvel offers the Sphinx-like monstrosity. 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''     "Honestly don't know. Alien invasion? Mole people? Dock workers labor dispute?" Canary quips to Crusader, then blinks at the pair building up a power blast. "Oh, they look important and kinda pissed off..." she says, starting to crouch in preparation to dive over the side to avoid the blast as well...then the concussive blast slams into the pair, disrupting the attack as the Green Ranger arrives.     "Huh. Thanks?" Black Canary says, a bit bemusedly, blinking at the sudden arrival. "Do -you- know what's going on here?" she asks the green and gold-clad stranger. "Hold on...sec." She steps up next to him then inhales as the Putties come charging, before she exhales in a tremendous wave of focused sound aimed at the oncoming horde. And the dock they're standing on (by this point, she pretty much figures they'll be depending on insurance after all the explosions anyway).     *SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE* 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' "Hmmm, One will put his money on Dock Worker Labor dispute" he quips back to Canary, clearly not minding some humor. After all, fight enough bad and you need to insert some good somewhere. As the charge builds up, he brings up his arm forming an electro-magnet forcefield that takes the shape of a round shield. He did this instinctively....but than a flash of green and things change He looks to the Green Ranger "....let me guess...Stegasoures?" he asks. He has already bumped into two ranger before...and the green rangers armor looked familiar, so it was really just a guess "Either way, yes, what is going on here?" "Actually fill me in after" as the bad guys lunge, so does he! He surges forward right towards the Scorpian lady, throwing an electrifying punch towards her in an attempt to seperate her from Goldar! If they can avoid a power blast, than good! 

:'''{{#var:324|Tommy Oliver (324)}} has posed:''' The Green Ranger is forced to move around behind Canary as she screams and it seems to pulverize a number of the putties cracking and shattering them turning them into piles of Clay and Dust, some are more damaged that others as they hold their heads and stagger out of the scream area and quickly recover. "Yeah they are after me! Rita mind controled me into being her slave and attacking Angel Groves. My powers came from her. They want them back! And they are not getting them!" Lunging at Goldar The Green Ranger brings that Ornate dagger he was holding up to deflect a Sword strike at him and begins to fight Goldar, both warriors. Both realitvely equally matched in terms of strength as the sound of their blades clanging echo almost like lound bells ringing. Telling how strong they are striking with force. The Green Ranger lunges ducks and moves as he blocks with the Dagger. He leaves himself open to take a block across the chest which erupts in a shower of sparks, Only for the Green Ranger to devliver several stikes with his danger against Goldar each one producing a shower of Sparks. Scorpina lunges at Crusader as she is attempting to seperate Crusader from the Pathetic human with the cry. She might have a super voice, but physically she is the weakest. "Putties Kill the canary." Attacking Crusader She lunges with incredible speed, graces and finesse, where as Goldar is a tank and brute on the battlefield, she is a dancer lean, graceful! as she spins flips and then as she tries to stab and slashhim attempting to make him block her sword from the back of her hips cmes a Scorpian like Tail attempting to Sting Crusader and deliver a potent dose of venom and an electrical shock! King Sphinx Roars at her flapping his wings unleashing waves of Energy at Carol attempting to say above her so that the energy will pass her if she avoids them to impact the ground in the general direction of Black Canary They are fighting tactically and with a good plan. These are clearly not some D list villians from what could amount any of those kiddie TV shows on these days. For Dinah AKA Black Canary the Putties have Orders as Tommy cries out alerting Dinah, "They are Golems, Constructs!" he tells her so she knows that destorying them is not like killing. The Putties start to spread out attempting to push her back from the water's edge ducking dodging, weaving striking. With nearly 15 putties of the 25 orginal they work on trying to catch Dinah in a reaction so they can strike her when her guard is down. 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''     "Not really alive constructs, then? Ah, thanks, that makes this MUCH easier..." Canary comments cheerfully as she's steadily forced back, then suddenly turns and bolts out of the encirclement, making for one of the nearby container stacks and jumping as she grabs hold of the edge, then pulls herself up on top to narrow the amount that can come at her at once. "Anyone ever tell you guys you're kind of clingy?"     She pauses to kick the first eager beaver Putties trying to climb up as well back into their pals, then leaps to the next container over, pulling herself up another level, before sending another keeening wail of sound down at the group crowding around the bottom of the stack of containers. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' A shame Captain Marvel is high in the air with King Sphinx, she could relate to some of what the Green Ranger is telling the others. But then again, she can also relating to protecting this area from this alien seeming invasion. When King Sphinx lunges at her and shoots a wave of energy, she grins a somewhat menacing grin, not even trying to get out of the way, she just holds her arms apart and states, "just for the record, you are facing Captain Marvel," she notes, whoever this Rita is, she's new to alien invasions on Earth. Or so Captain Marvel would think, as she gets a spike in her power level courtesy of King Sphinx, just in time to return the favor witha photon blast of her own, preferably right in King Sphinx face as he's about to strike her as follow up to his energy attack. 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' Much like Goldar, Crusader was a tank. A very big, very imposing tank - not that the bug lady seems to care. Crusader knows he is tough, but he prefer not to test how tough he is unless needed. His forcefield made shield is brough up and block each of the various slashes - sparks go flying as metal sword and dagger hit electric shield! At the final block - Crusader is hit by the scorpion tail! It just managed to puncture his metal like body and inject its venom. With no blood or nerves, it dosn't effect him in that sense, though with that part of his armor blackening, it was enough to begin killing the 'cells' within that area! As for the electrical shock...it did absolutly nothing to Crusader But he wasn't about to past up this oppertunity, he attempts the Scorpians tail and begins swinging around and around and around while delivering his own surge of electrical energy into her - she if she was immune to that like him! And even if she wasn't...well Crusader was going to let her fly right into a building! 

:'''{{#var:324|Tommy Oliver (324)}} has posed:''' Dinah's stratigy is a good one, or would be because as she gets up there three putties are on each side of her on the narrow cargo container. A total of Six are there. Where are the other nine? That Question is answered when the six lunge at her and then the container swtarts to tilt to the side, the remaining nine are attempting to flip the containder over and knock her down between it and another set. Being expendible shock troops they are not that smark, but they are crafty. The Energy blast on King Sphinx makes a shower of sparks and small explosions on him rain down. It also makes him re-assess the threat and now he lunges at hr suddenly producing a shepard like crux and starts to swing at her with the hook and scythe like blade. He wields it like a staff and when she hits the Sphinx she finds that he is strong and highly durrible. He's several cuts above the putty patrollers. Of course Scorpina wasn't entirely expecting that Crusader would be resistant to her poison or immune to the shock so she is taken by surprise as she screams out in pain, unlike King sphinx who knows he was hit but doesn't feel pain. When the Shock comes and she is flung into the building it hurts. But She recovers Quickly Dashing through the hole that was made, battered a bruise on her cheek, and he lip cut and bleeding. She again tries to attack Crusader but this time she throws her bladed boomerang into the Air as she uses it to cut some chains on some cargo containers so that as she kicks and punches at him with the force of a class 8 super human in terms of strength, she can keep him busy so the containers can fall on him. The Green Ranger and Goldar Trade blows back and forth. Goldar is a tank and strong and durrible. But in the end, Green Ranger is faster, slightly more durible considering his healing powers, and clearly a hell of a lot meaner. No quarter is asked, None is given as the pair dance. As the ranger takes a slash to the belly making him scream out in pain as it knocks him back through the air. Recovering and rolling he Rolls to his feet and discharges and Energy blast at Goldar striking the ground, his legs, and then his chest producing a roar of pain and a shower of mini explosions. For Carol as she fights King Sphinx someone is attempting to access her comms, transmitting an ancient Kree Command Code, Defunct and thousands of years old, alerting her that King Sphinx is a construct. 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''     As the container starts to shift, Black Canary's eyes widen...but she's quick to react with the precision of long experience, by charging the three Putties on one side as they're wobbled off balance by the container flipping, then leaping upwards to land a foot on one's shoulder as she uses him as a stepping stone to let her leap over to the next stack, landing with a *woof* of air as she slams into the side of the container, clinging to it, before she pulls herself up. "These are the days I wish I'd packed the rocket launcher.." she mutters.     Still, it's not a bad idea...so when the next sonic scream comes, it's aimed at the stacked contrainers facing where the Putties are coming from, as she tries to use the concussive blast of it to send them tumbling down to bury her pursuers. Or crush them. Either works. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' When Sphinx seems to survive her photon blasts, Captain Marvel seems duly impressed, "this is unexpected, I guess I should take the kids gloves off?" She lets the Sphinx strike her with his scythe, which does slice bits of her costume, but doesn't seem to do much more than that. She does let out an impressed whistle when the scythe doesn't shatter on impact, "you get yourself some fancy toys," she remarks, but each of his strikes is making Captain Marvel glow brighter and brighter, true to promise, she lets him fuel her to the point she would end him. The code on her comm link does catch her by surprise, as she replies in Kree <<does it have a weakness? Or should I simply over power him? He's making a classic mistake of someone facing me for the first time.>> She assumes a Kree would certainly know of Captain Marvel, or Mar-Vell rather. No need to explain anything. For now she waits for King Sphinx to realize he bit on more than he can chew, before engaging, for now still letting him unwittingly empower her. 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' While Crusader felt the Scorpion sting....it wasn't much of a big deal. A smaller area hit with greater strength does much more damage....much like a bullet. But punches and kicks? They were nothing. Much like King Spinx, Crusader knew he was getting hit, it just didn't hurt is all. He takes each punch and kick not bothering to back up Instead he let her hit him to try and tire her out - and at an oppertune moment, he himself would strike back several times with electrified punches. Class 8 bug, you best hope this class 50 tank doesn't hit you! Of course...than he hears the snapping of chain as Scorpians boomerang cuts it. He looks up as the crates come crashing down, with him under them! Could the Crusader be done?!?! 

:'''{{#var:324|Tommy Oliver (324)}} has posed:''' As Scorpina realizes she is out classed, she allows the Crates to Fall on him but she sweeted her deal as she uses her boomarang to attack some areas. She realizes that unless Rita expend the power to make the Giant she can't really defeat Crusader. So she goes after a number of the Civilians in the area starting fires on the ships with energy blasts that rupture fuel tanks, causing explosions. Jumping moving around attempting to cause as much damage aas possible to cover their escape. For Carol the comm signal tells her in KREE that she should over power him but try to force him higher into the air to avoid the explosion damaging the ground. Sphinx realizing she is absorbing the energy breaks off combat and tries to dive to the ground, heading to of all places and great speed what appears to be a Fuel dump. Attemping to use it as cover aas it could devistate the docks if those tanks explode. SCoprina sees where the monster is heading and evil smile graces her lips as she tries to head in that direction. Dinah finds out that the Putties are able to Jump off the falling tipping crate joining their friends as the Sonic scream catches a large number of them as they grab their heads and rock side to side as several more are knocked back and pulverized. The green ranger has Goldar on the Defensive as he gives Goldar a chance, "Surrender and face Justice Goldar you can't win!" as he delivers a powerful kick that knocks Goldar through an empty shipping container. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Too bad for King Sphinx, he was locked in close combat with a Kree champion, there's no escape when you foolishly allow yourself hand to hand distance from a superior fighter. She locks his limb the moment he turns to leave, he'll find if anything, it was Captain Marvel who slowed down for his benefit before. "Up we go, deary," she mocks as she takes him for a ride up the stratosphere, thanks to the energy blasts and scythe swipe charged with magical energy he gave her, she's faster, stronger, and far more explosing, and she unleashes a photonic energy while holding him close to her, so he takes the full brunt of the explosion. He made a mistake, he underestimated a cosmic Kree warrior, and she will make him pay for it. Yeah, he might want to take on Superman next time, Carol is a little less forgiving. Also, she knows he's a construct, there's no remorse whatsoever. 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''     Hands on her hips, Dinah grins down at the surviving Putties trying to climb up the sides of the pile of containers. . "I'm queen of the caaaaastle, I'm queen of the caaaastle!" She jeers down at them a bit, falling into a fighting stance as they start to approach her. Last time she did this, it was a training exercise for Team 7.     Undefeated queen of the obstacle course climbing hill.     And now, she's high enough that she can test out another theory...which is, if the Putties appear to be made of rock and clay, then falling about...oh, three stories or so onto a hard dock probably won't be too good for them.     She starts testing for empirical evidence to prove her hypothesis by kicking the first couple in the face to send them flying back off and plummeting down to the dock below. 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' Crusader may have been buried, but not for long. What appears to be liquid metal (save for a large blackened area) flows out from underneath the cargo. He quickly reforms and sees Scorina causing alot of havoc and dissarray. Lots of explosions...and she is heading towards some big fuel tanks FUEL TANKS! Crusader puts the petal to the metal. He runs forward and jumps taking on the form of a stingray again and begins flying forward. Faster and faster. If that tank is hit...the whole docks can go! "Come on...come on...come on!" he was flying faster than he has done before. As he flew along he was begining to erect a forcefield. If he couldn't catch Scorpina...than he will try to contain the explosion if he can, of course he would be stuck inside the forcefield with the explosion, but sometime you gotta do what you gotta do 

:'''{{#var:324|Tommy Oliver (324)}} has posed:''' Indeed King Sphinx is caught off guard as MArvel captures him and takes him nice and high he screams and roars. And then it comes, his body cracks and starts to crumble under the Photon chanrge and then he screams as he explodes as magical energy holding him together ruptures and sends an explosion out in a wave that fades and swirls up vanishing into the either returning to the source it was sent. One threat Down. Indeed the CLay for brain warriors seem to jump up and attack Canary but they are damaged and slower than dnormal so a good swift kick, punch or throw sends them off the edge making them hit th ground shattering and breaking. As soon the numbers vanish and she is able to stand victorius over her claybrained enemys as the clay and rock starts to disinitgrate. The Explosion of King Sphinx has caught SCorpina as she is captured in the Force field, Thankfully the fires that have been started are not in danger of detonating those feul containers., Goldar Picking himself out of the shattered container growls as he sees the Putties are down, King sphinx is destroyed and SCorpina is captured. GReen Ranger is Standing there holding back but ready to continue fighting. Holding his sword in a reverse gripe and screaming, "WE will be back!" and then puts his left arm over his chest and is gone. Scorpina crosses her wrists and in a flash of light she is also Gone. Teleported out by Magic. The Battle is over! 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''     Black Canary is breathing a bit fast by this point as the last Putty shatteres and the other invaders vanish, before she starts hopping down from container to container, making it back to the bottom before she starts sauntering towards the green and gold clad man below. "Soooooo...." she says, hands clasping behind her back as her blue eyes peer at the helmeted Green Ranger. "Gonna tell us what's up with this attack? You said something about them looking for you..." She doesn't seem upset, and certainly not that the Ranger somehow caused this. But her tone is certainly curious, and her gaze is sharp and interested. "Are you in need of some sort of sanctuary?" 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' Crusader resumes his normal form frowning. All bugs have their tricks...and this ones was disssappearing. The large armored figure touches the black 'corrupted' part of his armor and winces. That might take a few hours to heal properly.     But none the less he strodes over towards Canary and Green crossing his arms "So if One heard correctly...you were enslaved to a person named Rita...and One assumes they want you back?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:324|Tommy Oliver (324)}} has posed:''' As Things sette down and emergancy workers can set to putting out the fires and the damage and tending to any who are injured The Ranger turns to look at Dinah. Her face reflected in his visor. "Their Boss Rita Repulsa a Spartoi sorceress. She was once a Ranger like me and the others, but turned to evil, unable to use the powers of the Green Dragon Ranger, she chose me as the new Green Ranger. She stole my humanity, enslaved me with magic. Forced me to attack the Other Rangers. She even made me unleash the Dragonzord on Angel Grove near Starling. The other Rangers freed me and accepted me as one of their own." And that should triggers some memories of a Giant war machine rising out of the near by lake and devistating a good part of the harbor. Only to be stopped by the Rangers and their Megazord. "I do not need Sanctuary, and if I need help the other Rangers will assist me when it is needed. We do escilate the battle unless our enemies force us to. And Thank you for the assisting. Goldar and Scorpina were after three youths who ran away from Angel Groves foster care, Their parents died when I was forced to use the Dragonzord against the Rangers." he says. The anger in his voice evident. He clearly has much to feel guilty over, as he places his hand on his beltbuckle and in a flash of green light vanishes. 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:'''     Canary looks sympathetic at that, folding her arms. "Hmm...and you were looking for them in Gotham? Long way from Angel Grove..." she says with a frown. "Do you have pictures or anything on you, maybe I can toss them towards some friends to keep an eye out for them." Probably not Bats, but others in the Batfamily might be willing to keep an eye out for three lost kids. Not that there aren't a huge amount of homeless kids already in Gotham... 

:'''{{#var:30|Crusader (30)}} has posed:''' Crusader cants his head "He wasn't, they were" he tells Canaray "Or was he?" he wasn't sure about this. He would ask, but it seem the Green Ranger has vanished in a flash of light. He blinks several times "Well, as the expression goes, The Plot thickens" he wonder how much trouble these new villians were going to be. Hard to say with little info 
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2536/To Thwart A Penguin

2017-09-25T14:52:41Z

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|Date of Scene=2017/09/21
|Location=Fort Clinton, Burnley
|Synopsis=The Penguin orchestrated a crime that crossed the wouldbe jurisdiction of the Avengers, X-Men, and the Sorcerer Supreme. He draws quite a team of heroes to thwart him, yet somehow, cunningly wins the day unbeknownst to all.
|Thanks=Penguin for running an awesome scene
|Cast of Characters=98, 71, 16, 244
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:98|Oswald Cobblepot (98)}} has posed:''' In the mountains of Austria, a secret society has formed to study dark magic, in an effort to counter those with magical inclinations that seek to interfere with the games of commerce and wanton debauchery that a circle of Mafiaso play with the people of Europe. In these high mountains, the German-speaking Austrians have a long relationship with the mystical, both as friends and enemies, the Catholic Church having once hunted witches, and before that, the tribes of Germania having resisted Rome with their own particular trickeries, fighting Roman centurions and the priestly magics of Latin imperialism with spells from east of the Urals. But magic has long since disappeared from the worlds of most men, for over a thousand years, and is in the hands of a few, the efforts of great wizards having quashed the witches and hedge mages that sought to ply their trade for games of lust and empire in the foothills of Europe. But from these days of battling the magicians of the Dark Ages, there exists a chart of the leylines, cartographed by a mad Turkish holyman who lived in the Balkans during the battle with Vlad Draculea. If one possessed this set of scrolls and parchments, one could navigate the world of sorcery as the Turkish empire once did to make war on Dracula himself, the line drawn between Wallachia and Turkish Greece only held through Dracula's use of psychological warfare of the mundane variety. And in a vault, deep inside a Gotham City repository protected by a society of neo-pagan witches, this astral cartogram sits, sealed inside a metal sarcophagus. It has come to Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, the Penguin, to recover this artifice of witch hunting, and in this respect, he has hired Les Voleurs de Diable, the Thieves of the Devil. A quintet of five Mutant thieves from France, this group is an elite force of thieves specializing in dangerous jobs, using their abilities to steal the greatest treasures of the world. The building is a simple white building, with few windows and three levels up, two levels down. It's officially marked as a comparative theology campus building, a corporate facade linking it to Gotham University's overseas study program. A door on the roof opens from the inside, where three men and a woman wait. All of them are dressed in black fatigues with black masks, of varying builds. The silent alarm hasn't tripped, but a magical seal has. The five thieves enter the building, descending inside. The building is a maze, but luckily, Penguin has provided blueprints. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Appearing outside of the Gotham University facility, a duo of super powered individuals that have been charged with Earth's protection have appeared with a purple cylindrical shape folding down out of thin air and fading away into the nothingness of the void leaving behind Dr. Strange, Captain Marvel, and the drifter Rogue has followed her teacher as he thinks this could be a learning experience for the young mutant.     "I don't know what caused the alarm to be triggered, but one of the mystical seals left on this building was activated by something. We don't know what, but inside this building is an artifact beyond powerful. It's dangerous, too dangerous to be left in the hands of one person. I will go into the details later, right now I need you two to discover the intruder and be sure to not engage unless you're certain you'll be okay. The artifact isn't worth losing your lives over." Stephen explains as he steps up and nods to the two women. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue was out of school today, so she'd been bothering Stephen into taking her with him on whatever thing he was up to when she'd bumped into him at the Sanctum. Since he'd agreed, she'd been excited to get underway! She got quite unexcited when she heard and saw that Carol was involved... Not that she disliked Carol... it was just still AWKWARD... after what happened a couple years ago... even if they'd reconciled it a few months back. Still! Awkward! Rogue looked at this new building when they arrived and she put her hands into her hoodie's side pockets. One came out tho to stroke her hair out of her face and she looked at her companions. "Looks like a borin' old buildin' t'me." She voiced her intelligent summation of their situation. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "I've got to tell you, Strange, I've done all kinds of modes of transportation, yours is still the most disorienting..." Carol quips to Dr. Strange as the trio appear outside of Gotham Univeristy. "Then it's bad news I've got intel stating Les Voleurs de Diable have taken a mission in this area," Carol adds as Strange sheds more light on the situation. "I'm sure we'll be fine, besides, I'm not lucky enough to die." Carol winks with a level of arrogance at Strange. Looking over at Rogue, Carol floats a little above ground and asks, "shall we go inside? Eager to see you in action on the right side, last glimpse I got was good, but practice makes perfect." Yeah, it's awkward, they both know it, and Carol is doing her best to brush over the fact. 

:'''{{#var:98|Oswald Cobblepot (98)}} has posed:''' The Thieves of the Devil are known to international authorities. Descartes: Trained as a master carpenter, recovering alcoholic. Ability to channel force into hands or feet to use them as superhard pressure surfaces with strikes. Voltaire: Failed lawyer, brief stint in prison for selling cannabis. Instantaneous mnenomic memory of motion and spatial logic, allowing him to navigate areas flawlessly based on visual confirmation. Montesquieu: Former member of an influential fraternity in Montreal, went renegade after stealing from a local Mafia chapter. Dexterity and agility levels are boosted by a syncretic reaction with the foe of his choice, based on focus. Weil: Social activist that was responsible for the murder of an informant, ability to regenerate based on fear of her friends nearby. Sartre: Trained actor that wanted to make money as a thief, ability to merge into and emerge from shadows. The fives thieves silently descend a stairway to the second floor, Voltaire using his memory of the blueprints to lead the way. As they came to a locked vault door on the second floor leading to the ground floor, Descartes slams his fist into one side of the door, smashing through the concrete, before smashing into the other side. He then peels the vault door open, Sartre disappearing and reappearing on the other side through shadow, to push the door from the other side. Outside the building, the smashes can be heard and felt, combined with the whining concrete and rebar, before there's a hollow metal thump of the vault collapsing. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     "I think we should make haste ladies." The doctor says as he moves towards the door, his cloak billowing behind him as he steps briskly towards the main door. Stephen stands next to the locked door and eyes the keyhole as he ponders how to work his into the device. He doesn't want to set off the mystic alarms that other wizards set up many years ago.     "I... leave it up to you two to find us means of ingress." Plus he's certainly not as capable a physical combatant as either woman who oddly enough share the same powers. Mostly. It's confusing. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue would smile up at Carol and nod her head. "Right side'a the spectrum..." She said back at the floating woman. At Stephen she saw him move toward the building and then speak up about the lock door. "No Magic?" She asked, while following him up to the door and then glancing back at Carol. "Well." She exhaled and then would reach for the handle and just sort've move to SMASH her hand through the door. "Don't need magic t'get through a dumb door. Am I right?" She asked with a grin, her borrowed-powers from Carol coming to use again in her life over these past two years! 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Carol looks aside at Rogue and grins as Doctor Strange does the billowing cloak thing, "does he look extra mysterious or what?" Carol lets Rogue ceremoniously open the door for the group, as she flies inside, "you know what makes thieves work extra efficently? Knowing their time is running out..." and then Carol booms her voice, "One. Two. We're coming for you..." on the one hand, it's a Freddt Krueger rip off, on the other hand? Captain Marvel, Rogue and Strange coming at you is probably scarier. She uses her Kree 7th Sense to help guide her in the right direction of trouble, towards the super thieves. "This way," she notes to the others. 

:'''{{#var:98|Oswald Cobblepot (98)}} has posed:'''     The five thieves drop into the ground floor, one by one, all of them Parkour trained. As they hear the door smash open, they look between each other, muttering in French, before they hear Carol. They all reach to their hips, drawing long fillet knives with escrima grips. The building is designed to be asymmetric and confusing, the lights dim in the night. The silent alarm is tripped by the door being smashed, contacting Gotham City Police, as well as the special federal unit in Gotham placed there to deal with magical or metahuman incidents. As the police radios light up, and a meta-containment officer at a shabby little office near Gotham Major Crimes gets off his little sofa with a fresh can of Coke and sits at his computer to look up at the details of the disturbance site, a police scanner crackles in a limosuine several blocks over. Penguin sits in the back of the limo, listening, and lights up a cigarette in his holder, looking perturbed, but nonetheless resolute. The team breaks up, with Voltaire darting past a camera in the lowlight, his shadow narrowly visible to the approaching Captain Marvel, before he swerves around a corner and drops into a stairwell to the first basement floor. Sartre, meanwhile, has faded out of sight, into a shadow. Descartes, Montesquieu, and Weil confront the three interlopers, with their knives out. They spread out into a triangle, with Descartes in front, Weil to left, and Montesquieu to the right. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     "Rogue. Light please." Strange requests, thinking this to be a great opportunity for her to use the spell he's been teaching her, nothing like the rush of battle to fuel ones learning process.     Watching the thief slip into the shadows, Stephen is certain which foe he will be facing and puts a hand on their shoulders. "You got the three in front?" Before he turns around to face their rear and he slowly begins to lift off the ground a few inches and around his hands a orange neon circle appears with sigils filling the circles in and glowing brightly as Stephen awaits his own fight. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue grinned at Carol as she flew up and into the building. "Sometimes its just fun t'smash shit." She said at the blonde before going to follow after her, though Rogue was still just walking. A look was sent back to Stephen and she nodded at him. "Oh, uh, right." She said then before glancing down at hher gloved hands and moving to play them together. "I need me a big flowy cape so I can look extra mysterious too..." She muttered while focusing on the hand motions that Strange had taught her. Rogue spoke quietly the words and tried to focus as she'd been instructed, not even worrying about any alarms or police involvement... cause why would they? When their attackers arrived, Rogue's gloved hands were glowing from the inside... a bright LED-like white light eminating from between her fingers... But their sudden arrival breaks her concentration and she loses the spell and looks up! "Knives?" Rogue says. "Really?" 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "You felt it...?" Carol asks Strange, for while she didn't see Voltaire darting past her, she is made aware of it thanks to the Kree in her. Still, the Doctor's appraisal of the situation is a good one, and she nods at Rogue, "we got this." "Don't bother, a cape is a serious hinderence in combat, trust me," Carol notes for Rogue, maybe she should take some time to teach the girl who has all her gifts. While Rogue's spell may have fizzled, Captain Marvel provides illumination thanks to her own fists starting to glow brilliantly. If the group of super thieves did their Avengers research, they ought to know it's bad news. "You don't bring a knife to a photon blast fight," Carol quips, before showering Descartes with a a photonic blast. She means to be furious and bring the fight to end as quickly as possible. She knows if you underestimate your opponent, it ends up bad. See the girl next to her as a prime example. 

:'''{{#var:98|Oswald Cobblepot (98)}} has posed:''' Descartes is struck by the blast, send reeling across the lobby into a wall. The wall cracks behind him, and he falls forward, unconscious. Montesquieu, meanwhile, locks onto Carol with his mind syncretic ability to fuel his agility and dexterity abilities. He goes rushing forwards, before jumping up into the air, off the ground. His knife held down, his legs tuck upwards with knees, feet below him and arms up, hanging at the peak of his jump in that position. Then, as he falls down, he swerves about and slashes at her with his blade. Weil, meanwhile, goes sprinting forwards at Rogue with her fillet-escrima knife, rubber commando boots falling silently on the ground. She slashes forward with a grit of her teeth, only her eyes visible. From the shadows cast by the trio of heroes, Sartre emerges from a shadow behind Dr. Strange, attempting to thrust his knife into Strange's back from his waist, aiming at Strange's upper back. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stephen's back was towards Carol and Rogue's back so the teleporting thief got the drop on all three of them and chose his target wonderfully only there was one thing most people don't know about when attacking Strange. His cloak reacts to the attack before Stephen even knows it's coming and it wraps around Sartre's wrist, preventing the blade from sinking into it's intended target.     Strange looks over his shoulder and spins, dropping down, his foot lashing out to trip the thief and repositions himself to a less disadvantageous position. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue was watching Carol with her pretty and neat photon hand-things and it just made her stare with hero-worship. At least... until she got that tingle in her mind that danger was imminent and she looked over to see the thief rushing her with a knife! Slash slash slash! Rogue's clothing was cut up but nothing happened to the skin beneath. She looked down at herself, her damnaged threads and then looked bacdk up at the knife wielding lunatic! Rogue gasped! "I just bought these!" She said to the slasher, reaching a hand out to intercept the knife on a stab for her throat! Rogue was kind of ruthless, especially when she was angered... so her solution to this threat was to simply grab their knife-y hand and snap it at the wrist! 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "One down," Carol announces to her compatriots, grinning at the two left facing Rogue and herself, as she showboats with blowing the tip of her finger like it was a smoking gun. But it seems like the other two are not deterred and jump into action. Carol observes, anticipates, and she is very much ready for Montesquieu to come at her. She waits as he performs his impressive maneuvers and tumbling, but when he reaches the apex and starts coming down at her for a slash, she flies directly up at him, reaching to punch him into the ceiling while entirely ignoring the blade. Should he strike true, he might be appaled to find the blade shattering. Yes, this is the real Captain Marvel, not a Moonstone cheap imitation. 

:'''{{#var:98|Oswald Cobblepot (98)}} has posed:''' Sartre is taken to the ground in cheap form, before he fades into the floor, stripped off his knife. And then, a moment later, he drops from the ceiling behind Doctor Strange, attempting to land atop him and pull his arms around Strange's neck and shoulders, pulling him backwards with a wrench as the thief hits his feet. If successful, he's attempting to pull Strange off his feet and toss him to the ground with a twist. There's a scream as Weil's wrist is snapped at an odd angle, the knife falling from her hand. She turns to the side, wailing, before her wrist snaps back into position. Weil aims a punch at Rogue's nose, aiming where the bone connects with cartilidge. Montesquieu is sent flying up into the ceiling, his knie shattering. He wraps his legs around the hero charging him up into the ceiling while he's still pinned, the focus on her increasing aggression boosting his senses, and he attempts to spring down as he inverts himself. If his maneuver works, he's attempting to pull Marvel down with him and force her to fly into the ground, facefirst, with an arc. Voltaire, meanwhile, emerges from the basement with a metal case under his arm, with a deer-man engraving on it. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Strange's defences aren't as honed as he thought they were and the teleporter easily gets the drop on the wizard, who's choke hold is well executed.     Stephen looses his stance and the theif rolls him over onto his back easily and the hold his held. The cloak attempts to fight against and pull Stephen away from the strangler but his positioning is just so that the cloak itself can't do too much to save Stephen. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue didn't know if this person had super strength of any variety or not, but her Seventh Sense didn't really work like that... it warned her if any potential threats were coming her way and as-such it made Rogue's eyes look up from the snapped wrist to the fist coming toward her nose! Rogue would reach up to deflect the punch and then step out of the way... "Now I'm gettin' angry!" She said at this woman and her insistant attacks.... Rogue leaned forward into a football style attacked and took off with the use of her flight-power, projecting herself AND the woman into the nearest-byest wall! She'd either knock the woman out, or worse, depending on the thieve's resilience! 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' While Montesquieu's reflexes are impressive as he boosts his agility, between the two of them, Carol is likely the superior hand to hand fighter. Nevermind the level of opposition she had faced in her time, she reads Montesquieu's actions rather well and slams to a sharp stop, both her arms reaching to grab him as she uses her super strength to hurl him in a fastball toss directly at Sartre who is accosting Dr. Strange. This time, she doesn't warn with a cry of incoming, she just flies directly down to complete the move with a double punch to each of them, should they manage to stay up. Why is she not checking up on Rogue quite yet? Because she has faith in the girl, if she managed to take her out, she's certain that with the powers she boosted from her, she could easily handle these glorified super thieves. Their fame, after all, comes from heists, not fighting crazy super powered angry girls. 

:'''{{#var:98|Oswald Cobblepot (98)}} has posed:''' Sartre looks up, his eyes widening as he sees Montesquieu barreling at him. The pair slam into each other with cries, both of them knocked out cold. Weil, meanwhile, has been driven into a wall, her insides caving in. Blood gurgles out of her mouth as the frail creature crumples to the ground, apparently dead, although subtly regenerating. Voltaire slides out from a backdoor, disappearing into Penguin's waiting limosuine with the astral cartogram. The limosuine pulls off into the night, a distant thunder back as police rush through the streets towards the Gotham University building, the limosuine passing along the other direction. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue stood over the body of the person she'd just run through the wall. She saw blood coming out of their nose and the general look of 'dead' on the woman's face and crumpled body. It made Rogue's stomach turn over in disgust, but... shit... she was angry and the person was bad! Rogue still had a lot of Mystique's training in her. She'd spent more time with Mystique than she has with the X-Men so far... plus she was living with Strange these days and not under the direct influence of Xavier OR the X-Men anymore. Rogue just shook her head and stepped out of the hole in the wall that she'd made, moving toward where Strange was laying there. Rogue frowned and went to pick her new mentor and teacher up into her arms. "You okay, ya big lump?" She asked the man while doing so. "Can't take you anywhere..." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' As Rogue is looking over the very dead looking Sartre, she would feel a hand resting on her shoulder, "it's part of it, Rogue, and why you need to be well aware of the power you wield." It's a soft spoken voice Carol uses, she's not lecturing, so much as informing. She's not about to lash into Rogue for seemingly killing Sartre. Not right now at this moment. "Since when are you hanging out with Doctor Strange?" Is the next question that comes to mind, Carol can't see Xavier letting his students hangout and especially go on missions with the Sorcerer Supreme. Laughing at Rogue's disrespect to Strange, Carol adds, "I'm sure he'll be fine, you want me to take him with me to the Avengers HQ, or you got a place you know he prefers?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue looked up at Carol after she addressed her, she stood up, holding Strange in her arms as though he weighed next to nothing and she smirked at her. "Since my failed marriage." She replied the older woman who she had a great deal of respect for. Rogue hadn't known anything ABOUT Carol back when Mystique manipulated her into attacking the atomic blonde... once she'd realized the errors of her ways, though, her idols switched from Mystique, to Captain Marvel. Oh the irony. Mystique probably wasn't laughing about it much though. "He saved me from doin' somethin' stupid, afte'ah it all went down the shitter." Rogue said softly, with a sigh and a shake of her head. "Thanks for the advice though, I don't like killin' even if its the right thing in the moment." Poor girl had no idea that that thief was regenerating in the other room though. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Marriage...?" Carol was caught off guard by that tidbit, "aren't you a bit, well, young?" She asks rather rudely, before following with, "and how is it already failed? I didn't even know you got married." Not a surprise, seeing how Carol and Rogue for the most part would likely rather keep well away of each other, for mental health purposes. Carol hadn't an inkling about the regeneration powers of that thief herself, if that thief was smart, an escape is the best choice. "What were you going to do...?" Carol asks in a heavy tone. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue snorted softly at the bit about her age and it made her shake her head lightly side to side. "Half the time, Carol... I'm sayin' shit that YOU would say or think.... rathe'ah than what -I- would say or think. Let alone, ghostly recollections of all the othe'ah folks I've brushed up against... So I may be young in body and on pape'ah... but I'm not sure how old I am up inside'a my head anymore." Another little shake of said head and Rogue glanced back at the woman. "Guy was betrothed to went'n got himself stabbed... Like, -during- the ceremony. By some six arm bitched that everyon calls 'Spiral'." Rogue released a heavy sigh then and looked around them. "I don't know, Carol. I'm tired... I ain't even twenty years old on my I.D. and all I wanna do is sleep all day and neve'ah wake up." Another shrug of her shoulders as she carried the infamous doctor sleepy strange in her arms. "Whateve'ah though. Keep movin' forward... As Rocky Balboa would say." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Carol levels a rather solemn gaze at Rogue, while it seems like what she said would be good cause for a laugh, Carol understands the troubles. She has some of her own, not quite like Rogue, but very derivative. Her own life doesn't feel like her own, and she's not always sure of who she is, and what her personality is. The experience with Rogue having detached her from her emotions and memories in a weird fashion. Nevermind the Binary reboot she got a few years back. As they say, it's complicated. "I'll give you that kiddo, you're far too old for your age on a mental level, and I'm sorry for it." Not that it's Carol's fault, but Mystique isn't exactly around to beat up. "We need to talk sometime. A real talk. I think we need to bury the past in the past, and there's a lot of past between us...take good care of the Doctor, I'll be seeing you," she gives Rogue a salute, and goes off to update the police about all that took place. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue nodded her head softly to Carol. "Just give me a ring, numbe'ahs the same as it has been since the park." She told the other before smiling faintly at her. With the GCPD sirens roaring closer, Rogue glanced down at Strange... "Why didn't ya start teachin me the Teleport spell, rathe'ah than a boring ball'a light?" She sighed. Rogue lifted up into the sky and made for the direction of Manhattan. "I hate flyin' long ways..." She muttered on her way out. 
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2499/Layover

2017-09-22T01:39:46Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:784|Jimmy Olsen (784)}} has posed:''' So close to home, yet so very very far away. James Bartholomew Olsen is no stranger to layovers. It's part and parcel in his line of work, really, considering how far and how often he has to travel. He would also like to believe that having his flight deverted to new York rather than manhattan, because of a small alien invasion, was something less than ordinary... Alas... Now, Jimmy /could/ have found a way to metropolis from here, after all, by calling a cab.. its not TOO far away and he could afford it. And one would expect a known photojournalist would give gis eyeteeth to step into the fray fo aliens vs superpeople duking it out yet we find Jimmy sitting in the small chinese restaurant, his carry on bag and camera kit under the table, enjoying a bowl of noodles. And where everyone else is either watching the action on the TV's around the place, or on their phones, Jimmy is quietly trying to relax... Maybe he is broken. But the noodles are good, as is the nice cold bottle of imported Chinese Beer. 

:'''{{#var:1291|Kaelyn (1291)}} has posed:''' It had been a long day, a very long day for Kae. She enters the restaraunt a bit worse for wear. She's got a bandage around each hand and a bandaid attached over her brow, as well as one around her leg. Kae makes her way inside and bows to one of the wait staff, talking to them in perfect Mandarin, before she wanders over to a seat near Jimmy. She glances over to him and offers a slight smile, even as tired and dirty as the woman is, she's still able to be a little cheerful at times. Kae settles down in her seat slowly, wincing a bit as at stiff joints and muscles before settling back. The waitstaff brings a giant glass of iced down jasmine tea and a big bowl of fried wanton with sweet and sour sauce before the redhead leands back in her chair, taking a deep breath and simply exhailing. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' A young girl of perhaps 16, dressed in a quasi-goth manner, if colors be the indicator, walks directly to the counter and orders nothing but a serving of rice. It is handed promptly, before she moves to sit at a table with a clear view of the door. She glowers at Jimmy when she spots him, he may recall her from a certain photo taking incident of martial arts training. 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' It has been non-stop work for Grant Ward. SHIELD is on-deck for all the insane interstellar shenanigans, doing everything they can to keep the world safe. Grant has been shot, beaten and even traped in a crumbling building in all of this invasion stuff, and now he is enjoying some egg drop suit, and trying to catch his breath. His arm is in a sling, and the man is dressed in casual attire (A nice grey sweater and jeans). He sits at his own table, lost in thought as he works on his bowl. 

:'''{{#var:784|Jimmy Olsen (784)}} has posed:''' Jimmy Olsen handles his chopsticks like a pro, slurping more noodles into his mouth as the first young woman enters, raising an eyebrow at the bandages with curiosity.. but then shakes his head and actually smirks a little as she speaks mandarin to the waitstaff... Who is actually Korean but /does/ know mandarin. Such is life, right? He nods back to her and after the waitress gives teh woman her tea she walks over to JImmy and asks, in Korean, if he wans anothe rbeer. He nods, drains the dregs of the bottle before handing it to her, and thanks her in her nativve toungue. Once he notices one injured person, he notices another.. The guy with the soup. His curisity screams, and he slowly reaches beneath the table to grab his camera with a free hand.. which he sets casually on said table as he is about to continue eating when... He almost chokes a little on is noodles when a familiar face walks in and glares at him.. The mutant girl from the park weeks ago... He coughs a few times.. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura maintains her glower, and then simply takes her rice dish and walks up to Jimmy's table. Without a word, she just joins him, sitting across from him without ever asking for permission. "You are the photographer." She notes, as if that was such a deep secret, Jimmy Olsen was likely one of the journalistic photographers of some renknown. 

:'''{{#var:1291|Kaelyn (1291)}} has posed:''' Kae sighs and finally orders her self some food, fried sesemi balls, some shumai, and an entre of orange chicken. Kae glances over to Grant now and tilts her head before offering a smile. It's probably no secrect to the Shield Agent, Kae was on the front lines when the boom tubes opened up and helped fight that early wave of soldiers. Kae stretches her back, wincing a bit at her shoulder and mutters "Who'da thunk fighting an otherworldly envasion would be this much work? You think they'd like come in with corkguns and waterballoons right?" she asks, now trying to make a bit of a joke at everything. Kae glances to the camera then Jimmy and smirks "Not catching me at my best." she says, winking one of those brilliant green eyes of hers. She nibbles on noodles and glances glances around again before setting her backpack in an extra chair and looking through her phone, and then a datapad? If one were to look they'd see a stock of items.. She sighs "Gonna have to go home, and restock." She mutters, and then smiles again as she looks aorund. 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' Grant is a spy, so can pretty much instinctually feel when he's being watched. The little hairs stick up on the back of his neck, and the man turns to glance over at Jimmy and the camera on the table. He watches him for a short moment before he brings his spoon to his lips for another sip of delicious soup. He furrows his brow a hint when the teen joins the man, too. He feels Kaelyn's gaze on him after a moment, too. He glances over at her and arches an eyebrow. "Sure." He glances down into his soup and finishes it all off. He sits back in his chair before waving a waitress down. "Pot of tea, please?" 

:'''{{#var:784|Jimmy Olsen (784)}} has posed:''' Jimmy Olsen washes down the rough noodles with the newly arrived beer just moments after Laura sits down across from him, swallowing hard, then sets the bottle down. "Uhm.. Yeah. Thats me. The Photographer." he says. "Actually photojournalist is more apt.. Jimmy Olsen." he says and offers his free hand. "I didn't catch your name last time.." He turns his head slightly, raising his brow at kaelyn, then shrugs. "Thats sort of the point. Not getting people at their best." he tells her. "The best is not always the truth, after all." He then looks at Grant and nods respectfully. He's been around, and between the bandages and the way he carries himself, he knows Grant is not a normal 'Civil servant'.. He sets down his chopsticks and picks up his beer again. "People are acting like this is their first alien invasion.." 

:'''{{#var:1291|Kaelyn (1291)}} has posed:''' Kae smiles slightly "It's mine!" she says and shrugs "First one I've been involved with. Usually I'm in my shop or someone else's shop building someones wand, flying broom or carpet, putting together potions and the like too." She adds with a smirk, then she glances at Grant curiously again before motioning to the arm "Break or disclocation?" she asks, it's rather to the point, but she holds up a couple vials one is white, one is blue... "If it's a break take the white and then a blue, if it's just a dislocation, take the blue one." she says with a slight smile. Then she looks to Laura and back to Jimmy and finally the food starts to arrive... "Ya know if we all wanna chat and stuff, why don't we all take the big table and talk together maybe?" Kae asks curiously. Yup she's an extrovert and has no problem having a chat with folks.. Specially since it's a good way for her to blow off steam 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' With Kaelon talking out loud, Laura turns to look her way, a rather deadpan expression on her face as she notes, "I wouldn't expect any invasion, otherworldy, or otherwise, to come so ill equipped." She then returns attention to her rice bowl, deftly using her chosticks to eat at a rather fast pace. Much like the last time they met, Laura doesn't show signs of responding to common societal norms, such as a handshake for greeting, she just stares a moment at Jimmy when he extends his hand towards her. "Laura," she offers when asked for her name, at least she was willing to give that much. Overhearing Jimmy's quip at Kaelyn, she notes, "with discipline, one can always be at their best." When it comes to talk of the invasion, Laura quiets down and goes back to eating. 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' "The average civilian hasn't had to deal with an invasion on this level before," he grunts after Jimmy speaks up. He glances over while he waits for his tea. "Hasn't really been anything on this level before, and when it -has- hit, people ahve stepped up and kept it from getting bad down here. This is hitting folks where they live." He scratches at a bit of stubble on his chin and adjusts the strap on his sling. "So, for a lot of these people, it's like it -is- their first real invasion. Need to cut them a break. They aren't some...what? Combat journalist? The thing is...most people shouldn't -need- to act like this is anything but their first invasion. If they do it means other people have failed at their job." He glances over at Kaelyn. "Laser blast. I'm not reflective or bulletproof. Third degree burns over a quarter of my shoulder and bicep. Managed to fix a lot of that because...well...science I won't even attempt to understand...but it'll be a few days till I'm tip-top." He eyes the big table dubiously. Laura's comment brings a roll of the eyes. 

:'''{{#var:784|Jimmy Olsen (784)}} has posed:''' Jimmy Olsen looks at laura, retracting his hand, and raises a brow. "Often people's 'best' is just that.. a discipline.. a trained front to hide their worst, Laura." he tells her.He then rolls his eyes at Kaelyns enthusasim, muttering something probably close to "Invasion Virgin" under his breath before he takes a swig, but when he is finished he sets the bottle down and looks at Grant a moment, the man's comment hitting him... Jimmy then sighs and looks down at his camera, his face apologetic. "No.. No you are right.." he says, shaking his head a bit and sighing. "Sorry, that was me being a jackass.." he finally admits to everyone. "I just.. I was really hoping we were passed things like this. That /I/ was passed things like this. There is enough homegrown crap going on around the world that people ignore, why do we need to have more of it imported, ya know?" he asks... Then motions to the extra seats at the booth and calls out to the waitress (again in Korean) for a round of drinks (the other's pleasure) and whatever they are eating be on his bill. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "Front...?" Laura shakes her head sharply at Jimmy's claim, "I train all sections of my body, not just the front." She does take a moment to frown at Grant, "you can't expect other people to protect you. Whatever comes, you must be prepared to protect yourself." 

:'''{{#var:1291|Kaelyn (1291)}} has posed:''' Kae tilts her head, then shrugs slowly "Mebbe, but I've been in the thick of it since this whole mess started up. Was right there when thousands of what can only be described as monsters, tanks and insect like ships and flying demons come reining in fro these tubes that go boom when they open, hence the name boom tube... Dun think I was prepared for this one." She adds and rubs at the back of her neck and glances around "Completely spent my magic reserves and I'm out of the fight for half a day or so while I try to replentish..." She adds and grins a bit "I don't think I've ever been this exhausted before. Kae looks at Laura curiously, then back to Grant and sets the blue vial on the table top... "Drink that your injuries will heal in an hour or two... You'll still wanna rest it for just a bit, get a good night's sleep but this'll fix those burns quite nice." Kae says with a slight smile. She then tilts her head as she hears about her meal being fixed... She then glances to Jimmy curiousl, and tugs a small crystal ball from her pocket... She then sets it on the table and taps it once on top. It glows a bit, floats up and unfolds into a screen, before showing what her automata she had out picked up and saw when the boom tubes opened and hell poured out.... "This is how things started..." Kae says simply and takes a long pull on her tea before glancing over to Grant, and finally back at Laura.. "I'm Kaelyn, Kaelyn Silverleaf... 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' He nods a bit to Jimmy's apology, but doesn't comment on it. He is a 'less words' kind of guy, afterall. He eyes that offered seat for a long moment before he finally rises to his feet. When the waitress arrives with his tea and cups he gestures to the new table, and he slides into an offered seat. He takes the pot and pours a cup of the steaming tea. "Have some, if you like." There are a few extra cups for it. "I agree...to a point...in that folks should learn basic self defense. That does not mean they should train to fight alien or demonic invasion. Otherwise, what are heroes for? SHIELD? The Avengers?" He glances at the offered vial from Kaelyn and shakes his head. "Thanks, but no thanks. I don't put that kind of stuff in my body." 

:'''{{#var:784|Jimmy Olsen (784)}} has posed:''' Jimmy Olsen spares a glance at laura and.. well he just sighs and draws a hand down his face. "Thats now what I... You know what? never mind.." he mumbles and shakes his head. The girl is hard to understand.. like she was raised by wolves or something.. He then looks at Kar and raises that brow again as she keeps mentioning magic.. He almost looks like he wishes to say something, or ask something, but instead nods to her as she introduces herself. "Likes I told Laura.. Jimmy olsen.." he says and eyss the magic orb, shuddering a little.. Magic has not been his friend very often in the past but so long as he isn't being turned into a frog... And the show /is/ informative.. HE almost looks like he wishes he had been there.. almost... To Grant he actually nods in agreement. "You are right. We don't need /everyone/ to be a hero. People deserve to have normal lives. Yes, they should be prepared for some things but you cannot prepare against alien invasions... Not really. Oh I know some people /try/, like.." he nods at Grants mentioning of SHIELD and the Avengers. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "Codename? Alias?" Laura asks Kaelyn curiously, due to the unusual sounding last name. She snorts at Grant's argument, and quips, "it is their decision to do what they do, they are not bound to do it for you..." soft spoken, but she could have been heard if anyone was paying attention. She then goes right back to her bowl of rice, making quite work of it, emptying it to the last bit. When she finishes her meal, Laura gets up and in passing, notes to Kaelyn, "if you'd have paid attention to details, you wouldn't have had to ask for Jimmy's name a second time." Seems like she's an abrasive little thing. She absolutely ignores display of magic and abilities performed, as if it was a rather mundane occurance. Which admittedly, it's more so than it used to be. "Invasion or not, I will be fine," Laura asserts as if anyone cares as she makes her way outside. 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' Grant is seated at the big table with the others. It's a lull in the ongoing invasion, and some folks are attempting to catch some sense of normality. Grant is wearing jeans, and a light grey sweater, his left arm in a sling, and he has some maintained scratches on his cheek and forehead. He is sipping a cup of hot tea, and there is a pot on the table. He nods softly to Jimmy's comments. He cocks his head to the side, watching Laura as she quips and makes her way on outside. "Wow. She's a little bit of a bitch." He shrugs to himself, pausing as he winces at a brief pain in his shoulder. He shakes his head and sips his tea. He still has not given his name to the others, however. 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa slips in, carrying a large blue duffle bag over their shoulder, and looks around. She dodges back out of Laura's way and blinks, then looks around. "Woah, there's actually people in here? You know there's space aliens zapping people out there, right? I mean, not right NOW, but you know. In general. I mean, I don't even know why this place didn't call in sick for zappies." 

:'''{{#var:1291|Kaelyn (1291)}} has posed:''' Kae tilts her head "My line of expertise is definately not alien invasion, but it's more in other paths..." Kae says and shrugs slowly, she then blinks at Laura, "Noo that's my real name." She says and smiles. She then glances at Laura again "I asked for Jimmy's name?" she asks and tilts her head "I must be tired..." She mutters. She then grins at Grant "So you had a building dropped on you and got laser shot? Those fricking particle beams they fire, hurt, hurt a lot.. More so than say the heat from maybe a laser blast... " She sighs quietly and tugs a USB storage from her pocket and holds it up "I havn't gotten to SHIELD yet with this, but this is a copy of what my drones picked up, troop displacement, tactics, manor of movement, etcetera. There's also suggestions for how to close future boom tubes too, that I think SHIELD may or may not have..." She says and smiles a bit again. "Anyone here know how best to get it to them?" Kae watches Laura leave and blinks again at the girl before shrugging slowly "Takes all kinds I guess..." Kae then motions to the vial "Its a potion, a healing potion to be honest... It's no worse than perhaps putting pain killing narcotics, antibiotics or anything else like that into your body." Kae says and grins cheerfully "But if you don't want it, yer welcome to not take it.. I won't press further. Kae then glances to Jimmy and grins. "If you think it will help your work and all, you are more than welcome to video what comes from this orb and all... It might help with your story." 

:'''{{#var:784|Jimmy Olsen (784)}} has posed:''' Jimmy Olsen doesn't even get to say Goodbye to Laura.. yet again... frowning as she walks off or stalks off or whatever she does.. "There is something off about that girl..." he murmurs, then looks to Grant and raises a brow. "She's a /kid/, man... and not a very happy one either.. so maybe ixnay of the itchbay, please?" he asks, defending her even though grant seems to be correct in his description. He then notes grants wince and shakes his head. "Dude, you really need to be in a hospital or something. Are you Police? Army? Shield? Alpha Flight?" he asks, phishing for /something/. "Because someone bandaged you up because you were lending a hand, if I miss my guess, and you don't seem like a standard Good Samaritan. You talk like a soldier. Trust me, I know Soldiers..." he says To kaelyn he raises a brow and looks at the.. contraption again... and shakes his head. "No.. No Thanks. I appreciate the offer but.. I wasn't there. It makes a big difference to /be/ there, to earn the story.. I didn't. There are other journalists in the thick of things, right now, and they are /earning/ their story. This one.. This one isn't mine. And this, well, whatever the heck it is would give me an unfair advantage" he says, sighing.. Probably sounds odd for a photojournalist to be turning DOWN a scoop.. Don't they tend to fight over stuff like that? Why would The guy who took the first photograph of SUPERMAN turn it down? He Looks over his shoulder as another girl enters, just as Laura is leaving, and he frowns. "No aliens /here/. It's all downtown. Unless one of you guys is secretly an alien.." he quips. 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' Grant Ward shrugs a hint. "What? A kid can be a kid and still be a...whatever. Bitch. Jerk. Insert name here. Age is no excuse, and neither is your upbringing. My childhood wasn't exactly rainbows and hugs, but I still learned how to feel sympathy for people." He shakes his head at the question. "I'm in the government. The shoulder is fine. As I said earlier, it'll be tip-top in a day or two." He glances at Kaelyn and shakes his head. "I was helping evacuate an apartment building during the last big boom. One of the invaders was aiming at a Cape and hit me." The man shakes his head when she asks about getting in touch with SHIELD. "Sorry. All paperwork and red tape with them." He waves off the potion again and sips his tea. Grant glances over at the new entry, and he chuckles softly at Jimmy's comment. 

:'''{{#var:1291|Kaelyn (1291)}} has posed:''' Kae peers at Jimmy now and shrugs "I was there, front line and saw the whole initial wave.... I believe this is what they call, in journalism ters. An exclusive? So up to you if you want the info or not. Folks realy need to get it out there what folks are doing with these things and let people really know what's going on... I"m finding a lot of normal folks still don't believe it." Kae glances to Lyssa now curiously, she then smirks and nods "Oh believe me, I know all about the zappies, so does he." She says, motioning to Grant. She then umms "I got hit by a tank... well so did the building I was on... and the one behind that..." She says and taps her chin... "Singed even with the wards I had up. These things arent a joke." She says with a smile. Then grins at Lyssa "So how are you doing what with the alien invasion going on You staying out of it?" She asks curiously. Next Kae looks back to Grant and picks up the vial.. "Maybe I should make these things into hard candy..." She mutters... "Having a hard time getting folks to take these things..." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa hmms, "I guess. I'm just kind've making the rounds checking up on some people I know that haven't checked in. So far so good. I haven't had to try to fight any alien doom tank demon things or anything, at least. I don't even know WHAT I would do about THOSE. Run away?" They grab a menu. "I need some soda and, I dunno, maybe some curry or something. Hard to get to sleep with all this going on." 

:'''{{#var:784|Jimmy Olsen (784)}} has posed:''' Jimmy Olsen's fingers clench on the table, next to his camera and his usually pale complexion darkens, especially the feckles, as he stares at kaelyn for a moment. "You do not get it. I don't expect you to understand. I wasn't there /with/ you. I didn't /earn/ it." he says, his voice getting a bit raspy. He points to Grant. "He was there fighting. You were their fighting. Dozens or hundreds of people were there alongside of you. Civilians.. Police.. OTHER reporters. My /friends/. Hell, my //mother/ is in metropolis right now.. But /I/ wasn't there.. it is not /my/ story." he says, sounding angry now. He drains his bottle, stands up and grabs his carry on and camera, after dropping more then enough cash on the tale to cover anyone. "I don't ride on other people's coattails. I don't chase ambulances. My pictures, my articles, are /earned/." He slings both bags over his shoudlers. "Tahnk you, anyone and everyone, who was out there helping.. who is going BACK out there to help. You guys are the /real/ heroes.." and with that he stalks off. 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' The man with the sling frowns a hint as his phone vibrates. He pulls it from his pocket and glances at a text before he spends a moment firing one back with his good hand. "Work calls. Enjoy the tea." The stil unnamed man rises from his seat and sighs to himself, before pocket his phone. Even though Jimmy said he'd cover everything, he fishes out his wallet and leaves a tip for his own stuff. He opens his mouth and then pauses as Jimmy has his small eruption. He simply watches the man storm off and then turns to make his way off as well, in a much less dramatic fashion. 

:'''{{#var:1291|Kaelyn (1291)}} has posed:''' Kae frowns "No insult intended." she mutters, then shrugs "Gotta apologize later to him I guess.... Or..." She pulls a paper form her pocket, how it got there and stayed nice and uncreased is anyone's guess. " A quill appears in her hand and she writes a note on it before waving her hand and the thing folds up and she sends it off after Jimmy.... 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa blinks at Jimmy and is about ready to go off on him when he zooms out the door. "What the shit. Somebody doesn't understand what 'teamwork' is about.." They hmph, then peer at the flying paper. "Huh, neat." They brush their hair out of their face a bit and look around at the sudden evacuation. 

:'''{{#var:1291|Kaelyn (1291)}} has posed:''' Kae then tilts her head "Yaah, evidently I insulted the fellow with my wanting to help em...... I guess gingers of the world do not unite?" she adds and smirks slightly. "So you ok? And as to your prior statement about running? Yah, run away, don't run in straight lines either and grab cover... Cover might not stop the blast but it won't let them get a clear line of site on you either... 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa nods, "I got that, it's not the first time I had to run away from someone that wanted to hurt me. I'm fine so far! Nobody has expected me to take down anything yet or whatever. I take it you've been dealing with those things? I'd kind of like to know what to watch out for. Like, how breakable are they and stuff. Can I punch it in the face if it tries to grab me?" 

:'''{{#var:1291|Kaelyn (1291)}} has posed:''' "Umm they managed to kidnap a Kryptonian..." She responds and shrugs... "They're dangerous, strong energy weapons, they can mob capes and try to capture them... " She adds and shrugs "Tanks have enough firepower to vape a normal tank of ours 3 times over... And I do mean vape, more energy weapons... Also the weapons when they hit generate more pain than a normal energy weapon of their type too... " She says and shrugs... There are things that look like flying demons, there are dog droops, regular troops, they're all grey, blank-faced kinda and have crazy alien energy weapons.. Lets not forget the aircraft, they look like bugs..." She says and rubs the back of her neck "IT's all the strangest thing I can think of... I honestly wish I could just hang out at the shop, but I feel if I don't try to help where I can then I'm not gonna have a shop left to worry about. 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa nods, "Yeah, fair enough. I mean, I know how to throw a punch - not as hard as when I was in high school I guess, but still - that doesn't seem like much if tanks show up though. Not like I am running in to fight or anything! I just want my friends to be safe." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa ums, "Anyways, don't I know you from somewhere? I think I remember you with a book or something, some other time." 

:'''{{#var:1291|Kaelyn (1291)}} has posed:''' Kae umms "Yup we've met twice I think now." She says cheerfully "I own the Enchanted Grounds... Wendy got you a coffee I think... She says and rubs the back of her neck. "Another time we met was at one of the restaraunts I think you worked at." she adds... Then Kae sighs as her phone starts to blow up. "Well I gotta go, stuff to be done and I gotta rest.... YOu be careful out there ok? And when in doubt run.... She then tugs a little blue sphere from her pocket and tosses it to Lyssa "YOu see one of those things, and don't think you can get away, slam this into a solid object and run through the shimmer... It'll get you to safety." She says with a slight grin... 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa nods, "Some sort of magic gate thingy? Got it! I can do that. Are they going to chase me if I do?" She pockets it carefully. 

:'''{{#var:1291|Kaelyn (1291)}} has posed:''' Kae looks at Lyssa curiously and laughs 'If they do, they'll go head first into a solid wall. She says and shrugs... "Gateway will drop you near the park close to my shop in Sunnyvale... If there's still trouble, get into the shop, the wards there won't let em in. 
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1944/Saturday In The Park

2017-09-22T01:36:49Z

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|Date of Scene=2017/08/12
|Location=Central Park
|Synopsis=Laura does her katas, runs into Lexi and Jimmy Olsen. It doesn't go well for Jimmy.
|Thanks=Jimmy Olsen for being the best Jimmy Olsen
|Cast of Characters=78, 1064, 784
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura is often finding refuge deeper into Central Park, further away from the rest of the joggers. It takes some exploration, but luckily the park is large enough. Having found a sufficiently secluded spot, she took to practicing her katas. As every true weapon would know, honing its lethality is of the utmost importance. Powers can be taken away, skill cannot, and Laura has quite the set of skills. But practicing martial arts form aside, she's dressed rather casually, stripped black and white tanktop, and black pants that look a bit on the goth side, what with their arrays of straps, buckles and D-rings. 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     Thus, it might be a little bit annoying to hear the sound of something coming your direction. The interesting thing is, rather than the hiker or jogger you might usually expect, the approaching sounds is of displaced leaves, creaking branches, a rustle in the trees. Coming fairly quickly your way, in fact. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura seems invested in her motions, she doesn't stop for a moment, there's something serene in her movements. Even if they occasionally suggest inflicting some form of harm, to those with the vision or knowledge to see what she's actually practicing. She does seem a tad more alert, despite not having stopped, she's aware someone is approaching. She's ready to react should this fast approaching arrival turns out to be a threat. 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     Thus, you're perfectly aware when the mauve-skinned teen comes barreling through the branches. She's moving via long tendrils sprouting from her arms and back, a dark purple in color, that are grabbing hold of branches as she goes from tree to tree.     Unfortunately, she's not nearly as observant and doesn't see you until she's almost on top of you, then lets out a yelp and reflexively pulls herself up short. Followed by a sudden snap as the branch she's on gives way and she plummets, landing hard on her back a short distance away.     "....ow." comes a faint groan. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura does stop her routine the moment the woman with the tendrils approaches fast, and it though it may not be too graceful, the way Alexia winds up slipping and falling down when the branch snaps, she was spared some rending strike from Laura. The very same young girl who stands all alert, but does nothing but stare at Alexia, "you fell." She notes the obvious. One might choose to take it as a taunt, but she speaks matter of factly. 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     The downed girl is attempting to remember how to breath, the impact having knocked most of her wind out of her. "...yup...noticed...." she wheezes, then the two tendrils sprouting out of her back curl up under her to push her to a sitting position as she winces, rubbing her back. "Ow, my butt..." She huffs out, then finally looks up to see who she nearly ran into that she's....run into. Hmm.     "Sorry, I didn't see you there..." she says apologetically, the tendrils in her arms retracting back into her forearms, followed by the ones from her back. They leave only a faint swirl of little purple marks on her pinkish skin as they vanish. "I mean, usually there's no one out this way, so I go kinda full speed, and I guess....I need to work on my braking..." she says, rubbing the back of her neck, wincing as she tugs a twig out hf her hair. "...ah, man, this'll take forever to get out..." she grumbles, rubbing her hair furiously as she vainly tries to dislodge the leaves and other bits now stuck in her hair. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura continues to look at the fallen girl, not even offering a helping hand, she just nods when the mistake is acknowledged. Another nod is given when Alexia admits she hadn't spotted Laura, "I forgive you," she says, even though Laura really had nothing to forgive here. But the girl sounded apologetic, and Laura had no reason not to forgive her for whatever perceived offense. "Are you a weapon?" Laura asks as she looks directly at the retracting tendrils. "It's just leaves," Laura notes, as if not quite understanding the rush Alexia feels towards getting rid of those. It's natural camofluge after all. 

:'''{{#var:784|Jimmy Olsen (784)}} has posed:''' Sometimes one needs to get away from the hustle and ustle of city life and take a few moments to decompress. Even a born and bred city boy like Jimmy Olsen needs to get off the hard streets (or wartorn countries or cities in states of disaster like he has been running to and from since leaving teh Daily Planet on his hiatus). Now that he is Back in the Tri-City area there is no place better to get away than Central Park. Of course, Jimmy is a native, not a tourist, and has been coming here since he was a kid, so he doesn't follow the normal beaten paths. Today he is exploring the lesser known paths, stopping every once and a while to study one of those many statues strewn (and sometimes even hidden) throughtout the park. He will often stop and, after studying teh light, lift the camera that hangs from a strap and snap a few shots at interesting angles.. The camera isn't his usual hi-tech one.. This is a vintage DLR, older than he is. A family hairloom of sorts. He is suddenly distracted when a shadow passes over head in the canopy of greenery. Frowning he quickly lifts his camera, trying to get a focus but it moves pretty fast.. and he doesn't want to waste the /real/ film he uses since it is expensive. So he gives chase, trying to follow the flashes of mauve until it is almost too far away and he hears a thump.. like something fell. HE crouches down behind a few bushes and peeks through, lifting the camera again... and his eyes go wide when he spots.. Two young women. Well, he is sure ONE of them is a woman.. The other is definately female but.. Tendrils? He quicly grasps the focus on his lense, zooming in and clearing the shot, getting the two now chatting women into frame and he depresses the plunger. Teh cameras may be old but it is lovingly maintained, harkening from previous era when such devices were almost handcrafted. THis model was used by army photographers, called Charlie MoPics, from teh Koran war upto the First Gulf Way and it is ALMOST whisper quiet.. surely at this distance no one should hear the faint stucatto of clickclickclicks... should they? 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     "Well, it's just it...gets tangled in everything this way..." Alexia mutters, sighing. Then shakes her head furiously to try to dislodge it, making a face. As she stops..her hair doesn't for a moment, ruffling like a breeze is running through it...even though there isn't one. Moreover, somehow one of the twigs stuck in her hair has actually gotten pretty tangled, numerous silver strands having wound around it.     She finally lets out a frustrated sound, then blinks up at the other girl, picking herself up as she dusts more debris off her legs. "A...weapon?" she says, curiously. "...well, I mean, I'm a mutant." she says, making a 'ta dah!' gesture towards herself. "But no. Not a weapon." She clasps her hands behind her back, looking the other girl over curiously. "...are you?" she says questioningly.     The faint clickclickclick impinges on her attention, her hearing being a bit better than a normal human. She doesn't quite place it, as it's still sort of in the background, since she's focused on the other young woman. Thus..she doesn't start to look for it. Yet. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "Why does it bother you?" Laura asks Alexia as if it was the strangest thing in the world to be concerned about. "If it's that much of a bother, I can cut it for you?" Laura apparently offers an impromptu haircut, but she doesn't look like a girl much invested in fashion and hairstyling, so maybe it's not the best idea to let her tinker with one's hair. "A mutant..." Laura repeats, looking quite unfazed, though the lilt of interest that was there when she asked if the girl was a weapon is now gone. Asked the same, Laura nods as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Laura does turn to look in the general direction of Jimmy, going as far as to point her finger in his direction, when she asks Alexia out of the blue, "is he a friend of yours?" 

:'''{{#var:784|Jimmy Olsen (784)}} has posed:''' Jimmy Olsen likes to think he is pretty darned stealthy. He's been in some pretty messed up situations before and hasn't been caught (not TOTALLY true. SOmetimes he has been caught but he usually had 'someone' to help him out of trouble.). He pretty much THRIVES on stealth and cunning because he is a Photographic /Ninja/ (Uhm, no Jimmy.. No you aren't). He is getting some GREAt shots, though he wishes he had an audio recorder with him.. A Mauve Mutant with tentacles? A raven haired karate babe? Talking about Weapons? This is some great stuff! Uh oh... He blinks as a pair of eyes look DIRECTLY at him, down his lense, and he accidently fires off another three round burst of film before he teeters back and falls on his ass. "Crap.." he murmurs as Laura points past Alexia in his direction. He slowly stands up, hands raised and camera hanging at his chest. "Uhm.. Hi... Sorry?" He is BEET red at the moment. 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     "Huh? Who?" is Lexi's briliant response as she turns to look where Laura is pointing, her golden eyes sharpening as her ears twitch at the sound of Jimmy falling backwards, then blinking as Jimmy stands up. "What are ya..." She spots the camera at that point, then a purplish flush runs over her cheeks. "What the hell are ya doin'?!?" she says, her mind running to several reasons why a young man might be snapping pictures of two girls from the bushes.     That's likely while she unconsciously takes a step slightly, so she's a bit more between Jimmy and the younger girl. For 'protection'!     Boy does she not know Laura at all.     "Y-ya can't go 'round takin' pictures of girls in th' middle of the woods!" Well, technically he can, but teen outrage wins out over logical thoughts, mostly due to the embarrassment that someone might have just gotten great pictures of her landing on her butt like that. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura doesn't respond to Jimmy, aside from staring at him, the fact he stumbled as he did suggests he likely wasn't Alexia's friend after all. "He was taking pictures of your tendrils," Laura explains the obvious to Alexia. Though her tone is flat and calm, completely devoid of any shred of concern. "Incorrect," Laura notes at Alexia's presumption, which was already proven erroneous, "he was doing just that, which means he can go around taking pictures of girls in the middle of the woods." There you go, just in case it wasn't obvious enough, Laura is only too glad to serve exposition. 

:'''{{#var:784|Jimmy Olsen (784)}} has posed:''' Jimmy Olsen acks and waves his hands. "Wait! Whoa there.. WHOA!" he says quickly, looking even more embarrased now and maybe a bit more panicky.. "I'm a photographer!" he tells both of them. "I was taking pictures of the statues and something.. sorry.. some/one/ passed overhead!" he quicly points to Alexia. "I think.. I think it was you... I was investigating! Tharts my /job/!" He sidesteps out of the bushes, trying to look as undangerous as possible (which is pretty easy for him). "Technically.. it's not the middle of the woods.. and it is public property so I /can/ take photos of people without permission.. BUT!" he says quickly.. "I.. I would have probably made myself known and asked if I could use them regardless..." he lowers one hand and offers it in their direction. "Uhm, hi.. My name is Jimmy Olsen..." and no, he doesn't add Perhaps you have heard of me.. 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     Alexia glances back over her shoulder, peering at Laura. "...okay, yes, he -can-, but he -shouldn't- take pictures of a girl's tendrils..." she begins to explain, before Jimmy quickly starts to explain himself, drawing her attention back to him. She folds her arms, frowning warily at Jimmy - but she does listen, at least, rather than moving straight to chewing him out or something.     Though her eyes do roll as he gangs up on her with Laura about this whole 'having a right to take pictures of people in a public place OMG'.     She eyes the hand, then lets out a huff, politeness warring with indignation, before she sighs and finally takes the offered hand. "Lexi..." she mutters, still struggling to lose the flush as she glances back at Laura. "Um, and we must met too. Nice to meet you?" 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "You carry a camera," Laura points out, as if there was some distinction to be made, whereby not all who carry a camera are necessarily photographers. Some are spies. Laura looks curiously at Jimmy as he comes out of the bushes and even introduces himself. She doesn't return the favor, and instead looks at Alexia. "If you are not a weapon, why do you care...?" Laura apparently assumes the possibility that Alexia wasn't honest with her. After all, she's being secretive, and there is a man after her taking her pictures. Seems like a compromised weapon. Looking towards Alexia when she introduces herself in turn, she tilts her head a bit, a quizzical expression coming over her visage, "is it?" Apparently the words formed as a question leave Laura uncertain if it was nice for Alexia to meet her or not. 

:'''{{#var:784|Jimmy Olsen (784)}} has posed:''' For all that he seems embarrased (at being caught, not what he was doing) Jimmy takes the mutant girl's hand.. without a single flinch or hesitation. Even teh most tolerant humans tend to pause around visible mutants, no matter how enlightened, but Jimmy hasn't an iota of hesitation. "It's a pleasure to meet you, 'Lexi.." he says with a bit of a shy grin, then releases her hand and offers it to Laura... who just points at his camera and he nods slowly. "Y-Yeah.." Okay, he pauses here, stuttering a bit, because the human looking girl is.. intimidating for some reason. It's just a weird feeling he gets. "Like I s-said.. I'm a photographer. I used to work for the Daily Planet.. Maybe you've heard of me?" THEEEEERE WE GO! "Jimmy Olsen? The guy who took the first picture of Superman?" He doesn't sound like he is bragging, oddly.. He almost sound resigned to it. He looks between the two girls now, raising a brow. "Uhm, I know it /seemed/ like I was spying on you but.. Is this a conversation you want me to hear?" he asks slowly. "Because.. Like I said.. Reporter.. Well.. I said photographer but I /am/ a reporter too.. But.. I won't say anything if you don't want me too.. or I can walk off.. There is a great Gyro cart down the path..." 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     Lexi does notice when Jimmy doesn't hesistate. That's enough to earn a grudging point or two. Most standard model human types can't help staring. Or occasionally, flinching. She's kinda used to it, but not so much that she doesn't notice when it doesn't happen.     She blinks at Laura, looking back at her as she hears that uncertain tone. "Yes. Yes, it is nice to meet ya." she says, her lips twitching faintly into a slight smile, her tone more sure now, as she offers her hand to Laura too. "And it's..just that it isn't...I've had bad experiences with people takin' pics of me." she says, the faint frown returning as she looks back at at Jimmy slightly. Though she leaves the hand extended, not turning away from Laura. Because seriously, rude much? Offering your hand and not paying attention? Okay, she's a little distracted, as she still say absently. "Oh...? Huh. I uh...don't really read newspapers much." she admits, a little sheepishly. "That's cool?"     She considers, then sighs. "I don't think this is, I was just....sayin' hi to....um..." She watches Laura, a little unsure. "...I didn't get your name?" she finally says, the awkwardness just....descending at that point. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "A newspaper," Laura at least seems to recognize the Daily Planet. Maybe she finally accepts that Jimmy is a photographer? Once Jimmy mentions the Superman photo, Laura finally nods, "I heard of you." She then turns to look at Alexia and points out, "he is not lying." Eventually Laura notes that Lexi isn't going to give up on holding her hand out at her, so she finally mimics the gesture, reaching her own hand towards Lexi without actually performing a handshake. "Laura." She eventually introduces herself, quitely so. 

:'''{{#var:784|Jimmy Olsen (784)}} has posed:''' Yeah... Laura knows him... Jimmy continues staring at Laura for a few moments.. Nope Not creepy at all. And it's not creepy that she just held out her hand and didn't shake Alexia's either. Wow, is she from Mars? Wait, Martians /are/ green.. or sometimes white.. Still... He quickly turns back to Alexia and looks relieved that she DOESN'T know who he is (or knows who he is and says it in a deadpan way that would give Hannibal Lecter a run for his money). "Well it was all over the internet too.. But thats not important.." he shows Alexia the camera, a sympathetic look on his face. "Look.. I know some people are.. well they don't treat mutants or other metas well.. This isn't my work camera. It's an antique. I was taking photos just.. for me I guess? Art?" he pats it and looks between both of them. "I won't sell these to a newspaper though, or a news magazine. I would like to /keep/ them though.. Maybe for a portfolio or something? But if you don't want me to.. I will open the camera and expose the film.." Which would also expose all the other shots her took today, but he knows that. 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     The shake-that's-not-a-shake does throw Lexi a bit as well, before she cautiously moves her hand over very gently, almost gingerly take Laura's hand, for a brief shake. "Hey Laura..." she says, smiling a bit more at her now. Hey, she's grown up with people with all sorts of...things about them. This is not even pegging her weird meter yet, really. Though unlike Jimmy's finely honed survival instincts, she doesn't seem to notice the same vibe - either oblivious, or she just...has problems thinking of someone younger than her as truly dangerous.     Yeah, this has gotten her in trouble previously.     She turn her attention back to Jimmy, frowning as she folds her arms over her chest again. "...just for....art stuff. Not for anythin' weird." she says slowly. Still looking hesistant. "Ya really wanna keep pictures of me?" That just feels...weird but not as threatening as it felt at first. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' The handshake with Laura winds up on the awkward side, but it does happen, as Laura mimics Alexia and they eventually shake hands. Her grip not at all formidabble, as she was mostly trying to figure out what Alexia wants in the first place. Laura rather quickly puts her hand back at her side with that ritual done. "It's simple," Laura once again sheds exposition for Alexia, "A) He likes you. B) He finds you weird. C) He is a spy, on to your secret, and keeping track of you. Not that complicated, really." 

:'''{{#var:784|Jimmy Olsen (784)}} has posed:''' Jimmy Olsen quickly holds up both hands again in front of him. "No no! Nothing, uhm.. Weird.." he assures her. "Though maybe one day I could /do/ a story? About you, I mean. Nothing /bad/ he quicly adds. "Everyone has a story that should be told.. I totally understand if you wouldn't want to but.." he quickly pats down his shirt, then looks relieved and offers her a slightly tattered business card. "Here.. Call me if you are interested, or want to know what I decide to do with your pics.. or if you just want a copy. I will send you one." he promises.. To Laura? "W-W-Wait.. WHAT????" he asks, his pale skin turns BEET red again and he sputters a few seconds. "I'm.. I... I don't think sh-she's WEIRD! AND I am N-NOT a SPY!!!" he says, looking flustered now at the accusations.. and in totally Jimmy fashion not realizing he didn't confirm or deny one of the questions, which will probably (in totally Jimmy olsen fashion) be somehow misconstrued one way or another.. 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     The mauve-skinned girl blinks at Laura's simple explanation, then looks back at Jimmy, squinting at him suspiciously, before a slow flush begins spreading across her cheek. "...w-wait so you....um..." The poor girl turns bright red, snatching the card. "R-rightnicetomeetyouI'lljustbegoingthenbye!" she says, quickly turning and flicks out a tendril, pulling herself back up into the trees as she rapidly swings away. AWAAAAY FROM THE AWKWARD! 
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1595/Sharp Demonic Eyes

2017-09-22T01:33:44Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/07/22
|Location=NYC, NY
|Synopsis=X-23 is out to assassinate another target, gets spotted by Gambit, who chases her and tries to tell her about Xavier Institute.
|Cast of Characters=78, 14
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' The club scene is alive and well in NYC, one of the best places for night life in the world. It also carries the benefit of having packed places, with people in varying levels of drunkenness, or just plain high. The cover of extremely loud music, flashing lights, darkness, so many things to trap people's attention and ensure that someone who wants to get away unnoticed in plain sight can do it. For once, how did such a young looking girl like Laura even get past the bouncer? The way she looks, even a fake ID would be a difficult sell. That being said, she's clearly on the dance floor, dressed in a black mini, black stocking, a pink and black tanktop and a finishing touch of a black leather jacket and black boots. She has this vibe about her of a high school kid who managed to sneak her way into a club she has no business being at. But that's not the only weird thing about her, the real oddity is her almost robotic movement across the dance floor, direct, cutting in between people, and sweeping the dance floor with her eyes. She's looking for someone specific. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' These clubs are a great place to get away and drown out your own thoughts. Thoughts that pervade your every waking moment. With such a desire to silence his own mind and maybe get a little tipsy himself, Remy happens to be in the night club, alone, sans fiancee, and is sitting somehow alone in this packed crowd at the bar and is lifting a drink to his lips and finishing it off and sets the empty glass down before turning to look at the dance floor and try and absorb all the distractions he can. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura happens to move past Remy, nearly bumping into his as she has to squeeze herself in a narrow gap between a dancing mob. Her first attempt winds up block by someone pushed by a guy who thought he was hitting on his girl. That push bumped Laura against Remy, but she didn't pay it no mind. Commotion was good, and as the two feuding guys started getting louder, drawing attention of the bouncers, Laura shifted back into the crowd. Following the nose is a great advantage, because soon she spots her target. Mr. Craig Wilson, a person who thought he could get away with breaking a deal with the Kingpin. He thought wrong. While Craig is dancing real close to a good looking ladyfriend, Laura is ominously slinking towards him through the crowd of people. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' Having found his way out onto the dance floor, Remy is trying to enjoy himself, but is hearing the drink calling his name. His thoughts are so clouded and muddled that he bumps into a young girl and apologizes to her before it dawns on him that she's incredibly young looking. The teacher sighs to himself, realizing he's going to get into some sort of trouble and begins to semi-drunkenly follow the young woman. She strikes him as being not only out of place, but up to no good. So the ruby-eyed mutant begins to trail the young girl, squeezing his way between two beautiful and boisterous women and shouldering past a guy grinding against some blonde, before he spots Laura again and tries to get closer to her. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' If Laura realizes that Remy is following her between the sea of people, she doesn't show any signs of it, her eyes still locked on her target. One moment Craig Wilson is reaching to kiss his girl, the next he finds himself bleeding profusely. It just so happened Laura reached to touch him as if to make way for herself. It happens, you get nudged, you get bumped, you accidentally hit other dancers on the floor. What doesn't usually happen is twin sets of adamantium blades popping out and rending you on the dance floor. Unfortunately for Craig Wilson, that's just what happened to him. Multiple deep cuts, it's only by sheer happenstance that his ladyfriend avoided a similar fate, being at a point in their distance with minimal space between them, allowed her the opportunity to avoid the blades that protrude through Craig from back to front. There's a few stabds in succession, and then the blades retract as Laura starts disappears into the crowd as if nothing happened. Being as small as she was, the woman didn't see her. Being behind Craig, he certainly didn't see her. Everyone else is busy with the DJ's music, the drinks, the happy pills, but if not for Remy, it's possible nobody would notice what happened to this man. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' Remy is still moving forward and with his mutation allowing low light vision, it's hard to not see what Laura just did to the poor man, and while it's going to get him into a lot of trouble, Remy will get everyone's attention on Craig. As he's passing the two, he takes a dice out of his pocket. (Yes he carries dice as well. Never know when a game of craps is going to break out.) And charging the thing he tosses it up as he walks past and a puff of pink and purple and gray smoke fills the air above Craig and makes a LOUD POP! Getting everyone's attention and causing a small radius to clear around Craig revealing the bleeding man enough for people to start screaming. Likely not what Laura expected to hear as she was making her get away but Remy remains on her tail and is lost back in the crowd while following the clone of his friend. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' The setting was perfect, the excution was perfect, it would take some time before anyone would notice Craig's hysterical ladyfriend. But that's not what happens, Laura doesn't need to look back to hear the commotion that develops as Remy gets everyone's attention, the loud popping sound, the smoke, it's not good. Laura assumes that with the perforation she made, Craig wouldn't survive by the time medics can be called. She hopes there's no healing capable mutant about the club, as she suddenly makes a dash for the restroom area rather than the main entrance. She can smell someone is after her, but she doesn't stop to look back. Making an exit is most important at the moment. Distancing herself from the scene. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' Remy takes a moment to look up towards the wall and sees the bathroom sign, eliciting a smirk from the cajun. "Guess I'm gonna be put on a list after tonight." He mumbles to himself and slips in behind Laura, sliding his hand across the brick at the entrance of the hallway to the toilet-rooms. The entrance collapses once he passes and the only way out is through the emergency exit at the end of the hall. "Get back 'ere girl. I wanna talk t' ya's!" 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Not expecting an explosion, Laura does finally turn around, to see Remy has trapped her in the hallway with him. There's the obvious emergency exit at the end of the hallway, but she wasn't heading there. "Nothing to talk about," she shoots at Remy, and then dashes towards the ladies room, should he pursuit, he'll find that's luckily how she avoided the bouncers heading in. She cut herself a slight extension to the ventilation window against the ceiling to sneak in, and she means to use the same window to sneak out, unless of course Remy does something to stop her. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "T'ere's plenty t' talk about!" Remy calls as he follows her into the bathroom and drawing a pair of cars he holds them, while aiming at the window. He couldn't do that. It'd kill her. The explosion or the rubble. He can't do that. "Stop!" But she's a killer. But she's so young. Remy says an explitive towards himself and snaps his arm, sending the two cards sailing past her to strike the wall before her and explode outwards. He intends to blast her away from the window. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura doesn't seem to concur with Remy about there being anything to talk about, she proceeds to leap at the window, only for the charged cards to sail past her. As they explode, she's thrown straight at Remy, unable to reposition at this unexpected explosion. Mutant powers were like that, unexpected, especially when there was no pre-existing intelligence about their presence in the field. She can't change her trajectory at this point, having nothing to latch onto, but she does try to land with a well placed elbow strike at Remy's torso, to avoid getting caught by him. She has no way to measure how strong he is, and she'd like to avoid the killing of a non-target if possible. "Don't get in my way," she warns far too calmly for someone without much experience in her field. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' Remy takes the blow to the gut and doubles over, falling to a knee and a fist while his other arm covers his stomach. Even as he's trying to recover his breath. "Ah don' t'ink I have been in front of you once t'night." He says followed by a wink to the raven haired murderess. "I jus' wanna talk an' find out who yer workin' fo'." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura doesn't wait to see how much she hurt Remy when her elbow strikes true, instead she rushes for the wall again, the explosion was strong enough to send her flying towards Remy, but didn't seem to collapse the ceiling on them, so her exit should still be available unless another card flies her way. "A weapon doesn't tell," is what she offers Remy when he asks for her employer. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' Remy draws out a single card and again throws it after charging it and sending it above Laura's head, to make the window escape no longer viable. Or so he hopes. It could back fire and make the window a bigger escape but only after the dust settles will he really be able to tell. Remy pushes back up to his feet and takes in another short breath as his lung try to refil and reset his diaphram. "C'mon girlie. I'm just gonna keep chasin' you." He says into the smoke. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura stops in time to avoid getting crushed by debris as Remy ruins her exit. She turns to look at him, a blank expression, not the slightest sign of nervousness about her. Too cool for school, she remarks, "if you chase, I will kill." Sounds pretty confident in her ability to do so, considering age difference, and Remy's assumed physical advantage. "One question. Ask. I am leaving." Looks like his relentlessness has at least earned him a single question. No doubt he caught her off guard with his ability. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "One question." Remy coughs and leans against the wall with his shoulder. Damn she hit him hard. He spits onto the floor and wipes his mouth with the back of his rolled up sleeve and smiles to the girl with his normal casual smirk. "Are you happy with your life?" He asks. His ruby eyes lock with Laura's greens and he hopes to give her something to really think about. He considers giving her the address to the school, but the safety of the children there already pops into his head and he hesitates, but still reaches for a business card. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura appears unfazed by the question presented to her, but she also stalls for a moment, so maybe he really got her thinking? Hard to tell, as it seems her range of expression is: none to none. At least from what Remy had seen thus far. Instead of giving him a proper reply, she only mutters, "it's irrelevant," she then turns and with a *snikt* her claws come out again and she cuts herself a wayout. The way she's going, Remy might manage another question before she's gone, unless he risks testing her claim that she'll kill him if he chases her. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "If you were a tool and not'in' else, den yeah, you might be right." Remy pushes off the wall and stumbles in a walk towards Laura and as she's crawling her way out he reaches out to grab her ankle and yank her back down to the floor. Hopefully putting himself between her and the window exit. The fire escape at the end of the hallway is still an option to her though but he's decided with that answer to give her an option. Give her a choice. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "I am a weapon," Laura replies to Remy as he stumbles her way while she widens the space and starts crawling through it, only to have her ankle caught. However, instead of letting him yank her to the floor, a blade extends from her foot as she shifts to swipe it at Remy's grabby hand. He better let go if he doesn't want to get cut by adamantium. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' Remy takes the cut but will pull the lighter girl from her escape route and he winces before looking down at the gash on his arm and winces. Today is not his day. "You're a girl! A woman. A mutant like me." Remy says between gritted teeth, his cool mostly lost but he keeps himself away from anger. She's doing a job, he's doing his, although he's leaking a lot more than she is. "Ah'm tryin' t' help ya. Help ya escape." He says, clutching at his wounded wrist. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "Arrrgh," Laura growls as Remy suffers through the pain and still manages to yank her down to the floor, despite the fact she cut a nasty gash in his arm. Hey, at least he got her to show some emotion. Apparently it's not just nothing, she can do angry. "You blocked my exit twice, that's not helping. You're not the target, don't make me kill you. Let me go." She insists one more time, glancing at the wall she's started cutting through, she figures he'll get in her way again if she turns to leave. But having injured him, she should be able to beat him to the emergency exit. At least that's what she thinks, as she suddenly rushes at Remy and leaps over him, meaning to rush for the emergency exit. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' Remy drops down away from her she leaps and he doesn't want to get in her way again. His arm hurts bad enough that he doesn't want to tussle with her again without his own weapons. Rolling onto his belly and watching her go he calls out. "Xavier's Institute. When you're ready for your freedom." Maybe that'll linger with her and he slowly gets up and makes his way over to the sink. 
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916/To Kill A Latverian

2017-09-22T01:29:22Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/06/12
|Location=NYC, NY
|Synopsis=X-23 is hired to eliminate a Dr. Doom political opponent, Domino happened to have had the same target, they meet.
|Cast of Characters=78, 180
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Gustav Frazen, a Latverian dissident who has been openly speaking against Victor Von Doom, has been constantly mobile. Spreading his anti-Doom tirade, and he most recently got a stage to spew his propoganda in the UN floor. This would no doubt serve as a chance to eliminate the nusance for Doom. But more surprisingly, there are others invested in his impending doom, not for political reasons so much as the guy couldn't help his gambling addiction amidst political activisim. They were looking for the best assassins at the Lux, and lucked into contact with the notoriously efficent X-23. Not much is widely known about her, aside for the fact that until recently to win her services one had to win ludcirous bidding wars held by the Facility every so often. Another tidbit, anyone who won such a bidding war, was quite impressed with the ruthless effcency with which she had gotten the required results. Today the sorry Mr. Frazen is about to witness first hand what happens to someone who happens to be a target. He gets through his speech with no trouble at all, and even won a rare photo op post event. A young Latverian girl, a refugee from her homeland, wanted to meet him to thank him in person for his efforts leading to saving her family's lives. To avoid too much commotion, as this is mostly an issue relating to Latveria, Mr. Frazen set an minimal press event with a handful of reports and the young girl. The young girl, who is introduced as Katerina, is ushered on stage, wrapped in a cloak and looking like a young scared little thing. No older than 13, she looks quite fearful of the reporters in the room, as Frazen prods her by hand towards the podium, "go on dear, tell them your story..." 

:'''{{#var:180|Domino (180)}} has posed:''' Elena Vladescu hadn't been seen in some time, not since a dinner dance at a Russian embassy where a member of the Duma ended up dead. Today she's attending the presser on behalf of Russo-Latverian relations. The elegant woman is seated in the front row in a black dress with white jacket, her long black hair neatly coifed into a bun at the back of her head. Sunglasses reflect the face of the man at the podium and the little girl coming up to speak. A hand under Miss Vladescu's purse is holding a single shot deringer. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' What likely wasn't part of the event, at least not according to the schedule Gustav Frazen must have planned it, is how the young girl responds to his attempt to usher her by pressing a hand against her back. In lightning speed, she latches on to his hand, lifts herself by it, her leg seemingly arcing towards his neck for a kick. Only there's an odd *snikt* sound which may or may not be familiar to a certain someone in the crowd. A flash of blade is just barely visible extracting and retracting in a flash, as Gustav Frazen's throat gets sliced open and blood gushes out. The cloak the young girl was wearing is thrown at the first row, accompanied by a release of smoke on the room. The young girl doesn't linger with Gustav, she proceeds to leap directly at the reporters, under the cover of the smoke, that *snikt* sound heard again by those of sharp hearing, as the young girl goes to work to ensure there are no wtinesses to tell anything. 

:'''{{#var:180|Domino (180)}} has posed:''' The first thought going through Domino's mind is, 'Oh you little [CENSORED], *I* was supposed to kill him!'. The second thing going through Domino's mind is, 'So much for this alias.' The next thing going through Domino's mind, beyond the level of consciousness, in the primitive, responsive part of her brain, is 'Duck.' Mutant powers kick in, and "Elena" immediatelly throws herself onto the floor, onto her side, as claws whizz through air and smoke at the level of where her neck would have been. Old training takes over. She thrusts out her right leg in a heel kick towards what the edges of her perception make out to be the middle of an attacker's body, to thrust them away and offbalance. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' While Domino has the powers, and training to help her out in situations like this, the other actual real reporters are nowhere near as lucky. Blood gets splattered all over the would be Katerina, who turns out to definitely not be a refugee, goes on a spree that can only be described as a blade ballet. Blades shot in and out of her hands and feet, slicing and dicing while she whirls in the air in feats of acrobatics, before a well places kick from Domino hits her unexpectedly and knocks her back on stage. The reporters are dead, or dying from severe loss of blood, the man of he hour Gustav Frazen is most definitely dead, leaving X-23 and Domino. The fact she was kicked, suggests to X-23 that one of the reporters, wasn't a reporter, and she hisses, "what's your purpose?" Keeping courched on the stage, claws drawn, she waits before pouncing, figuring it's best to goad the other person into revealing more information first. 

:'''{{#var:180|Domino (180)}} has posed:''' Domino strips off her jacket, gun still held in one hand, tossing aside the useless, empty purse that sheathed it. "Funny question from a kid that just murdered ten people and is sprouting blades like she went to Chicago cutlery for a mani-pedi." As the smoke begins to clear, the concealed shoulder harnesses for two handguns on either of Domino's sides become visible, as she draws a second gun with her left hand. "Who hired you? That was -my- tag." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' X-23 keeps a blank expression, though she does note how casually Domino treats this situation, which means she's no stranger to mayhem. Of course the fact she has weapons of her own suggests she might have had similar intentions, which she does wind up disclosing. Asked for the person who hired her, X-23 replies coldly, "a weapon does not divulge information, a weapon kills." But recognizing there's no need for her to actually eliminating Domino, one for her not being a target, and second because there's no way she goes out telling stories when she wanted the same end result, she offers, "you can take credit for the kill. I don't care. You don't have to die. Agree to part peacefully?" The smoke starting to scatter, does make X-23 consider an exit as soon as possible, for now there's still confusion. But soon enough people will come to investigate. 

:'''{{#var:180|Domino (180)}} has posed:''' The way X-23 talks is completely incongruous with who and what she appears to be - a young girl. A girl that should be taking selfies and going to high school and complaining homework and foiled dating prospects. Not someone referring to themselves as a weapon and asking about purposes. She holsters the gun she drew and flicks the safety onto the derringer. "No, no," she sighs, shaking her head. "Bladed weapons aren't really my M.O. and neither is something as sloppy as a mass killing... but you're fairly new to this, aren't you. That, and you don't seem to have the gear to kill cleanly at long range. That's really the safest way to accomplish a hit, you know." She then pauses and asks herself, "Why am I giving you advice on mercenary work? You're a kid." "Look, if you need the cash for the kill, you take it, but ... this isn't right. You're talking like you've been programmed or brainwashed." It dawns on Domino that her words are likely right. "... You have been, haven't you." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' X-23 is unflinchingly focused, emerlad green eyes beset on Domino as she remains frozen in her crouched position. She could attack, but just as easily withdraw, true to her words, she waits to see if Domino might choose to part peacefully. She honestly doesn't care if the other Merc for Hire takes the credit. She achieved her objective, that's the only thing that would matter to the man who hired her. X-23 listens to Domino, but makes no comment, if she considers her tips she shows no signs of it. She also doesn't seemm to take offense at being called a kid. All descriptors don't seem to bother her. The assumption made about her, however, makes her glower at Domino, before she announces, "I am a weapon. Designate X-23." Yup, even her codename is like the serial number of a weapon. Then again, if Dom has been in the know of mercenary circles beyond her own jobs, she no doubt would have heard about some crazy bidding wars for the services of X-23. So, maybe the kid is not a rookie after all. Regardless of whether Domino shows an inkling about who X-23 is or not, the young girl notes, "terms accepted," before diving for an air duct and making her getaway through the ventilation system. 
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736/The Language of Flowers

2017-09-22T01:24:38Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/06/01
|Location=New York City, NY
|Synopsis=A girl walks up to Laura to offer a flower, a rather blunt conversation ensues.
|Cast of Characters=78, 286
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Dressed somewhat like a cosplayer doing somekind of a movie spy with a black catsuit and utility belt, Laura is doing some strange dance-like movement in the middle of the green, albeit those with some decent martial arts knowledge might recognize she's performing a kata. One must keep practicing to retain perfection, after all. 

:'''{{#var:286|Sibilance (286)}} has posed:''' Dressed in a black outfit of her own, though one perhaps more ordinary if not for the scales it's meant to hide, Sibilance approaches where Laura is currently going through her routine. The snake woman pauses to observe, noting a certain mental climate of concentration from the girl. The snake woman chose an ideal lull in that concentration to approach and produce, from a basket she's got on one arm, a cattail. A flower ordinarily found in wetlands. "It means peace," she murmurs in her Mexican accented English. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura knows Sibilance is there before she approaches her, it's hard to sneak up on Laura when attempting the feat, she's certainly bound to notice when no such attempt is made. She stops her routine when approached, and stares at Sibilance. One might think it's due to Sibilance's obvious mutation, but Laura at least doesn't seem to freak out. She shifts her focus to the flower when Sibilance explains what it means, and just notes, "okay." She has no reason to refute the information Sibilance provided, not having researched it. 

:'''{{#var:286|Sibilance (286)}} has posed:''' "It's yours." Sibil patiently holds the flower out, smiling and nervously hoping that it isn't taken poorly. Just a creative gesture of good will from one to another. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' "It isn't." Laura seems confused, why would the snake girl make such an obvious erroneous statement. The flower was never in Laura's possession, why would she claim ownership over it. She looks at Sibil with suspicion. She doesn't quite seem to get the good will at hand. 

:'''{{#var:286|Sibilance (286)}} has posed:''' Sibil makes a soft, puffing sigh, her forked tongue flicking out just the once. She closes her eyes and lowers her hand for a second... then she retries this. "It's a gift. It's yours because I'm giving it to you. I'm trying to say 'hello,' in a creative way." She sounds kind of defeated, because she knows that she isn't going to get around this even if she can read minds. It's clear something isn't quite right with Laura, she doesn't think the same as most people do. "Wishing you a peaceful life," she adds, gesturing by wiggling the cattail flower a little bit. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura shifts her gaze from the flower, once more staring at Sibil as if trying to decipher her. "Why give me a gift? You don't know me." Laura maintains her analytical view of the precedings, shaking her head at the well wishing in the end, "my life is already not peaceful, a flower will not fix it." She looks as though she's about to go right back into her routine, before something makes her reconsider, and she looks Sibil over, "are you very lonely?" 

:'''{{#var:286|Sibilance (286)}} has posed:''' Sibil actually frowns at that, the coldly pragmatic responses she's getting making her hand tighten on the stem of the flower. She places it back in the basket and lowers her gaze, staring at the flowers for several hard seconds. She almost misses the question, and looks up at Laura. "All the time," she tells Laura, her voice very soft, "Even around other people." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura nods at Sibil's honest reply, "a flower will never fix that." Perhaps it may sound rude, but as far as Laura is concerned, she's telling the truth rather than lying to the girl. "I am alone all the time, I don't care. You need to be able to live with yourself. Other people are not necessary. They only die." 

:'''{{#var:286|Sibilance (286)}} has posed:''' "We aren't built to be alone. I bet you know that better than I do." Sibil states that in a most confident way, as she takes the cat tail out. "Pretending that people aren't worth the trouble because life is finite is like saying eating food isn't worth it because it only lasts a few bites. It's pragmatic nonsense. I'm not convinced." She holds the cat tail out again, this time pointedly. "The flower doesn't fix it. You're right. You fix it, by my giving the flower to you." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura finds Sibil's argument alien, after all, alone is the most familiar state of being for her. Often left in a cell by her lonesome until she was needed. "I am performing efficently on my own," Laura mutters her counter argument to the first statement, before shruging at the next one, "I don't pretend. They are all dead. Food sustains, extends performance over time." She still looks very skeptical at the final suggestion, and as if to test a theory, she reaches for the flower. "Give it then. I will take it." 

:'''{{#var:286|Sibilance (286)}} has posed:''' Sibil doesn't give it. Instead she pulls her hand back and she stuffs the cat tail in the basket. And then she frowns for a second and watches Laura's reaction. Sibil's fishing for a certain emotional response. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' When Sibil doesn't give the flower, and instead puts it back in her basket, Laura withdraws her hand. "So you realized I was correct. Good for you." 

:'''{{#var:286|Sibilance (286)}} has posed:''' Sibil puffs another hissing sigh complete with a rattle of her tail, and turns to leave and find someone less obtuse to talk to for the time being, since the point was entirely missed. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura seems entirely unfazed by Sibil being annoyed with her, and as the snake girl withdraws, she goes right back to her kata. 
}}

557/New York New York

2017-09-22T01:21:42Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/05/22
|Location=Manhattan, NYC, NY
|Synopsis=X-23 makes it to civillization after escaping the Facility.
|Cast of Characters=78, 30
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' It's been a long trek, but finally she made it to civillization. Or more specifically, New York, NY. The young girl in a black catsuit, splattered with dried blood, was standing at the edge of a rooftop of a tall building, looking down at the street far below. Was she about to jump? Who knows. 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn Artturson (30)}} has posed:''' Vorn as usual traveling across roof-tops, it was typicaly preffered over flying for a number of reasons. But soon enough as he jumps from roof to roof....he takes note of the girl in the black catsuit. Standing on a ledge...and splattered with blood. This didn't look good. He quickly alters course and within moments was on the same roof as Laura. The orcish looking mans voice rumbles out "Are you okay?" trying to grab her attention 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura still stands where she was, perfectly still, almost like she wasn't alive. She doesn't turn her head to look at Vorn, she doesn't respond to his words either. Was he imagining her standing there, or was she real? Maybe she was deaf? 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn Artturson (30)}} has posed:''' There was a slight breeze a moment...and Vorn for the moment just watches. Thinking she may be deaf he moves towards the side not wanting to startle her, just get her attention. He waves big ol' hand to see if it works once he beleives he is within her perephial vision 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' When Vorn seems to insist on making sure Laura notices him, she very slightly turns her head towards him, her raven hair flowing wildly in the wind at this high rooftop. She doesn't speak a word, just stares at him quietly, her gaze entirely untrusting. 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn Artturson (30)}} has posed:''' Alright, Girl standing on a roof...very high roof, and disturbingly quiet. All this points to a big red sign that says not good. He begins to approach Laura again, cautiously, and speaks slowly (in case she reads lips) "Are you alright? Do you need help?" 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura continues to look at Vorn, her gaze intensifying as he continues to communicate with her. She winds up shaking her head for a no at his question, and keeps staring, wondering if he might let her be. 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn Artturson (30)}} has posed:''' Vorn dosn't get closer... but instead he jumps onto the ledge and than drops onto his butt, seems he won't be living her quite yet. "Well.." he still looking at her "Perhaps you want to tell me mabey your name? Or nickname, or just something to call you by?" he asks. He thumbs his chest, theres a metalic 'clink' sound when he does so "I go by Vorn" 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura frowns when Vorn lingers there, jumping onto the ledge. When he asks for a name or a nickname, she crosses her arms infront of her like an 'X' shape, but still remains mute. 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn Artturson (30)}} has posed:''' "Alright, X, that is an intresting name" Vorn says. He gives a smile he hopes is disarming "SO, X, how you get that blood on you? If you need medical attention, I could provide it right here, no doctors needed" he figures the way she acting, she is not one to go near a hospital 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura (78)}} has posed:''' Laura shakes her head again, only this time, she also turns her back on Vorn and starts to walk away. Apparently she figured he will stay there, and so she elected to change venues. 
}}

X-23

2017-09-22T01:14:40Z

SerraKeto: Created a character page for X-23

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Laura
|Color=#ffff00
|TextColor=#000000
|Char_id=78
|Img=https://usercontent1.hubstatic.com/8637582_f520.jpg
|FullName=Laura Kinney
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Killing Machine
|Quote="My troop is raising money for a camping trip. Would you like to buy some cookies?"
|PAge=15
|AAge=15
|DOB=01 February 2010
|Height=152 cm (4'9")
|Weight=50 kg (110 lbs)
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Green / Red
|Actor=Summer Glau
|Song="Cat People" by David Bowie - https://youtu.be/4P4etkexC1w
|Profile=Laura was the twenty third attempt to create a clone of Wolverine. She was born and raised to be a weapon, a perfect killing machine. Hired by the highest bidders, she became one of the most sought after assassins in the world by age 11. After years of training, being experimented on, and completing many successful missions, she escaped. Unfortunately during the escape she killed the closest thing she ever had to a mother. Worse the people who created her still want her back, and will stop at nothing to bring her in...
|Abilities=------------------------------< Adamantium Claws >------------------------------
X-23 has natural bone claws, two sheathed in each forearm, and has one in each foot. Courtesy of The Facility and the Weapon X program, these claws have been completely coated in adamantium, a rare metal that is essentially unbreakable, and these claws are able to cut through almost every other known material like a hot knife through butter.
------------------------------< Enhanced Senses >-------------------------------
While her healing factor may be the main feature of her mutation, Laura likewise has the same heightened senses that Wolverine has. These senses are superior than normal in acuity and range. Under normal circumstances she can see farther and with more clarity than non-powered individuals, and she is not as impaired by low light. She can also hear noises that normally occur outside the 'normal' human auditory range, as well as from farther away. But her sense of smell is one that she may be best known for. She can track and identify people based off of scent alone. At times, places, and under circumstances that are less than ideal she can often track others if at least two of those three senses are not impaired. Unfortunately though it is possible for these senses to be overloaded, usually in ways that temporarily debilitate her, and such an overload is potentially more likely to happen to her than people without her powers. Finally due to her increased ability to sense things, she can often end up by things she detects that other people might not be able to see, hear, or smell. In addition Laura has been highly trained to notice details in her surroundings, which makes her heightened senses all the more useful.
-------------------------------< Healing Factor >-------------------------------
There's no way around it. Laura is a clone of Wolverine. As such she has an ability to regenerate damaged tissue that rivals Logan himself. Slashes and gunshot wounds have been known to regenerate within minutes at most. Wounds that could kill her, or at least permanently debilitate her can and will heel if given enough time. As a rule, the larger and more severe the wound though, the longer it will take to heal. Something else that is also notable is that her healing factor is actually more powerful than Wolverine's. This is believed to be due to the fact that unlike him, X-23 only had her claws bonded to adamantium, while his whole body was, thus her body is not working as hard to always keep the adamantium poisoning from the metal in check. Laura is capable of re-attaching severed limbs, regrowing them, and even surviving explosives. When it comes to diseases, poisons, and toxins it takes a lot more, and stronger agents to have any form of effect on her when compared to a normal person. There is also a possibility that her healing factor may even be slowing down her aging process, but that is currently unclear due to how young she is.
---------------------------------< Iron Will >----------------------------------
All of the training that Laura had at 'The Facility' was meant to make her the best assassin possible. As such, between things meant to help her willpower become stronger so she would just focus on the mission, her being treated like she was a thing and not a human being, and even her punishments for every perceived failure (such as beatings where she could fight) has left X-23 with willpower that is well beyond the norm for regular humans as well as many other highly trained individuals. Once she has an objective or goal in mind, nothing will sway her from completion. She will suffer unbearable conditions, she will suffer torture, having her healing factor to help is one thing. But the capacity to suffer through the pain unflinchingly, along with her stamina and steadfast approach makes her very difficult to handle.
----------------------------< Superhuman Physique >-----------------------------
A side effect of her Healing Factor, spawned by the rigorous, inhumane training The Facility put her through, Laura's body is capable of feats beyond her size, and flat out beyond human capability. Her reflexes, dexterity, and agility have all been honed to the literal breaking point and beyond, only enabled due to her incredible healing forcing her body to permit the feats. She's also far stronger than she appears, due to the healing factor constantly regenerating muscle tissue, and she is able to lift roughly 800 pounds. The rate at which she heals also allows her to endure blows from drastically stronger opponents without being immediately out of the fight. The Hulk might knock her half way across the city, but she's going to get back up pretty quickly. Laura may not be quick enough to dodge a bullet at close range, but anybody (even multiple anybodies) without similarly enhanced reflexes has little to no chance against her in melee combat without some other factor coming into play.
|Skills=---------------------------------< Athletics >----------------------------------
Laura is able to perform at, and above, Olympic level in many forms of athletics. She can form seemingly impossibly acrobatics and gymnastics, as well as run faster and jump higher than humanly possible due to her enhanced physique.
---------------------------------< Black Ops >----------------------------------
Laura was created and trained to be the ideal assassin, or to be more exact, a living weapon. As such she not only was trained at, but exceeds in stealth, tracking, survival, disguises, security, and even spying. She is also knowledgable in regards to conventional and electronic infiltration as well. Since many of those skills are useful in her being able to get where she needs to, and do what she needs to do, The Facility rarely held back when trying to teach her these skills. One way they did hold back though was to make sure that these skills were specific to infiltration, espionage, and assassination, as such she can do basic stuff not directly involving things like computers, and may be able to defeat computer related security rather easily at times, but other things like trouble shooting and repairing broken computers is beyond her grasp. Those limitations do translate over into other areas as well.
--------------------------------< Close Combat >--------------------------------
There's one thing that Laura truly excels at. That's fighting. She was simply put, raised and trained to be a killing machine. As such she is a highly trained hand to hand combatant who excels in many forms of armed and unarmed forms and combat styles. Thus she is not just a competent and dangerous opponent when fighting, but when you mix in things like her healing factor, her heightened senses and reaction time, her peak physical condition and above-human agility all combined make her something almost beyond deadly in close combat.
--------------------------------< Multilingual >--------------------------------
Laura can speak fluent English, French, German, Russian, Chinese, and Japanese. However, due to her harsh upbringing and lack of interpersonal skills, she tends to come off as odd, blunt or overly aggressive in her choice of words.
-------------------------------< Ranged Combat >--------------------------------
Laura is not just deadly in close combat. That's just where she's at her best. She was also highly trained with things like guns, other long range weapons, and explosives. Which when mixed with her heightened senses and reaction time, her peak physical condition and above-human agility she can be considered very deadly with a large variety of ranged weapons should she need to use one and have access to one.
----------------------------------< Tracking >----------------------------------
Aside from actually being trained to track prey, Laura's incredibly keen sense of smell alone makes her one of the world's best trackers.
|Resources=------------------------------< Weapon X Uniform >------------------------------
Aside from getting away alive, Laura also escaped from The Facility with the clothes on her back. Fortunately though those cloths were in the form of a uniform made of unstable molecules. As such the main part of the outfit, a sleeveless jumpsuit is highly resistant to damage and makes her harder to detect by various methods, as well as providing some warmth. On the other hand her boots not only provide that, but have a unique 'self sealing' tow area thus allowing them to 'fix themselves' after her foot claws are used.
|Weaknesses=------------------------------< Adamantium Claws >------------------------------
When you have giant hunks of metal surgically grafted to your body, there are some down sides that come along with it. Some of the more minor issues involve being ten pounds heavier than you look. Other issues involve things like the metal being detectable by metal detectors or even super powered individuals who have magnetic powers. On top of that her healing factor is actually a bit weaker than it would be if she didn't have adamantium in her body. And those are just some of the more 'common' down sides to Laura having her adamantium claws. There are always other ones that could crop up because of the rare and valuable metal inside of her.
----------------------------< Emotionally Unstable >----------------------------
When you're raised to be a weapon by people who refuse to view you as a human being, you tend to develop issues. One of the better known ones is how unstable Laura can be, and often is emotionally. While normally she does tend off to come off as somewhat emotionless, all it can (and often does take) is certain stimuli to set her off in extreme ways. And when she does go off it often takes a lot of effort for Laura to keep her reactions in check. Things that set her off include laboratories, hospitals, doctor's offices, and almost anything that could remind her of The Facility. More often than not her reactions tend to be destructive, or self destructive. While 'freak outs' have been known to happen, pure rage or depression has been noted too, often in ways that are self destructive (such as by cutting herself with her own claws for example).
------------------------------< Identity Crisis >-------------------------------
It tends to go without saying that when you're a 'clone' of someone else you tend to have identity issues. The same goes for Laura. But on top of that, she's the clone of Logan a.k.a. Wolverine a.k.a. 'The Best There Is'. As such she not only has mixed feelings about him, ranging from curiosity regarding him, to anger to the part he played in her creation. On top of that, since she was created as a weapon, she not only struggles with what she was created and trained to be, a 'perfect killing machine', something that she flat out doesn't want to be, even though she knows that's exactly what she excels at doing.
-----------------------------------< Kimura >-----------------------------------
X-23's former handler when she was a tool of the Facility. Laura has undergone extensive torture, both physical and mental under the hands of this woman. Kimura's mutation renders her impervious to even adamantium, which results in a pretty bad day for Laura, and this woman and the Facility would be all too happy to get their hands on X-23 again.
---------------------------------< Lone Wolf >----------------------------------
From birth Laura was trained to be able to operate alone, no matter what the circumstances. On top of that the few people she has truly felt close to in her life like her mother and her sensei have unfortunately died at her hands. As such she has very limited experience interacting with others, and often feels compelled towards solitude. To be honest she wants to be part of something, but she doesn't really know how to do it. Worse because she views herself as a danger for others she's prone to wandering off by herself for extended periods of time with no warning.
--------------------------------< Most Wanted >---------------------------------
X-23's stint as a globe-trotting, brainwashed assassin killing off political figures did not go unnoticed by world authorities, and at least some of them, like SHIELD, are aware of X-23 in detail.
-------------------------------< Trigger Scent >--------------------------------
The Facility wanted to make sure that they could cause Laura to kill no matter what. As part of this effort they created a 'trigger scent'. This 'scent' is actually an artificial pheromone that when Laura inhales it, she becomes a berserk killing machine with no self control. She can and almost always will kill anyone and everyone nearby when in a state triggered by this scent. And when the rage subsides (usually after just a few minutes) she will retain partial and/or vague memories of what she did while in that state.
}}

2267/Detention

2017-09-21T21:01:25Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/08/31
|Location=Xavier Institute
|Synopsis=Ellie is finally caught after skipping history class for a whole week, she's sent to detention with teacher Lara Croft. Big Guy comes to check in on his fav student (seriously! Ask him!)
|Cast of Characters=281, 67, 284
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Who knew that being forced to wear a dress and be a bridesmaid at a wedding wasn't the worst thing ever? Sure, Gambit was dead, the wedding turned out to be a trap, and Ellie got to taste her powers for the first time and has just recently recovered. That six armed bitch in a helmet? She's a bitch. Worst of all, someone finally was on to all those History classes Ellie simply didn't bother with, and now she was assigned detention to see the History class teacher, Lara Croft, after classes. Sure, Ellie might be a tad exaggerating with her rating system for disaster, but right now, not wanting to go to detention happens to be her biggest immediate concern. Teenagers, go figure. The door opens without fanfare, Ellie fully decked in her super awesome blacks and chains and studs and spikes and most definitely not a dress, walks inside, casts a glance at Lara, and then mutters, "I'm Ellie Phimister, if you could just put a check next to my name, we can both say I was here, and get on with our busy busy schedules, right?" 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara was a fresh new face at Xavier's School. Invited here by the Professor himself, who'd sought her out after one of the students had expressed a huge fan-love for the archaeologist. Lara had taken the job after about three weeks of consideration, and one really exhausting trip to South America that made Lara want some time off from death-defying antics... Now, seated behind her desk in the classroom that had been set up for her, Lara was writing something down in an old leather journal when Ellie came into the room. She looked up to the... stylish young woman and showed her a smile. "There's the face I've not yet gotten to see." The British woman said in as calming and friendly a tone as one could have. "I was starting to think you'd decided to hate me without ever getting the opportunity to even meet me." Lara had indeed heard her request and it made her smirk softly. She motioned to the student's desk across from her own. "Have a seat. I'm not mad at you, Ellie. I assume you missed the classes for a reason, I'd just like to know what it is." 

:'''{{#var:284|Colossus (284)}} has posed:''' It would seem a little unecessary, a sort of disciplinary overkill, to have two teachers come and supervise Ellie's punishment, but that's really not why Piotr comes by. Although students missing class is hardly abnormal, and normally dealt with in a very typical school fashion, a student missing a ton of them on the back of a dangerous and tragic confrontation that also happened to be her first real battle? That sort of thing does tend to get flagged, or at least reviewed by the staff. There's no immediate alarm here - for all her troubles, Ellie isn't obviously any worse than the average angsty teen with powers. But still, the Professor may have asked Piotr to go and check in on her just to make sure there's no deeper troubles brewing. And he knows Piotr is a useful person to do this because, well... he's the Professor. There are advantages to being the world's greatest mind, and not missing really obvious social interactions in your school is among them, if hardly near the top of the list. Informed of where she'd be, he comes to check in, albeit... unobtrustively. Well. That word is difficult to really embody, when you're him. But he tries! Which emans just kind of standing at the door... peeking? At first. It's sort of adorably laughable, him trying to be at all sneaky. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie is admittedly surprised by Lara's accent and tone, she's different, very different from any kind of teacher she happened by so far, leaving her a bit speechless for a moment as she looks at Lara suspiciously, "don't take that personally, I hate everyone, just ask any old lame loser. There's a bunch of them in all my classes." "So we're going to do this...? Ugggggh," Ellie makes sure Lara is well aware how unsatisfied she is with a very audibly unpleasant groan, as she drags her feet on her way to the student's desk, plopping herself down, and looking over at Lara, "it would save you time to just put a mark I was here too, so it's not selfish, we'll both gain from that. Just wanted you to be aware of all your options, really, I'm helpful that way," Ellie offers with a mischevious grin. But then Lara actually wants the reason she's been missing classes, and Ellie leans back in her student desk, another groan follows. "Honestly, why do you even care...?" She starts, but then just as she was stretching her arms and about to say something, she notes Piotr peeking in and waves at him, "big guy, don't tell me they sent you after my ass too? Trust me, detention is bad enough, I know I should try to at least make it to class...but that wedding really sucked." Okay, so she has a very odd way of putting it, but she is keeping to her cool never fazed act. Did people notice it's an act? Please don't notice, she's tough as hell yo. Heard that? Hell! 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara hadn't yet noticed the sneaky peaking of PIotr out in the hallway, so he must be more adept at than he might've belived himself to be. But also, the new teacher's focus was on the sole student in front of her who'd just come in and sat down for the mandatory punishment for skipping an entire school week's worth of class. Her style -and- attitude made Lara grin, it wasn't that long ago that she'd been in highschool herself. She'd known girls like Ellie, at least somewhat... Lara was an introvert in social circles though, so she hadn't really known many people on a personal level. "Well, Ellie..." Lara started, glancing down at her journal before looking back up. "I just want a chance to get to know you a little before you completely write my class off. Which, I entirely understand if you do... History isn't for everyone. Most people only think forward in this world, rather than spare a moment to look backward." She showed a light smirk then. "And to be entirely honest with you, this was my first week on the job. So I don't have a lot of pre-written speeches to try to convince you of how valuable my course will be to you in life, or how 'cool' I am and that you should come to 'hang out' with me." Lara gently shook her head then and glanced down to her hands on her journal, one of her hands was bandaged up all around it down to her wrist. "I just--" She was about to continue when Ellie spoke to Piotr and Lara looked up and over to see him at the door. "Oh. Hey, Piotr, right? Please come in." She smiled at the 'Big Guy' and then looked back to Ellie. "What wedding?" She asked. 

:'''{{#var:284|Colossus (284)}} has posed:''' "Ah." Spotted, in predictably little time. "No, no the Professor was not sending me to- ah. Well, he did." Piotr's not terribly great at lying or really covering things up in general. "But not to be putting you in any more trouble," he continues, his tone reassuring, though perhaps a touch too insistently so. "Only just to see how you are doing. I was wondering this on my own, in any case." Since he's been spotted, Piotr at least steps out into the door frame to be fully visible, and then, after a momentary hesitation, steps a bit further inside. He smiles in friendly fashion as Lara turns and greets him. "Privyet, Ms. Croft." A slightly concerned, hesitant pause, and he goes on, "It was to be wedding of friends Anna-Marie and Remy. They are, hmm, one of biggest couples in our bunch, yes? Of early staff and members of team. And so was great excitement for everyone, to see them finally making things official. Many teachers and students attended... And so one of our enemies thought this was opportune moment to strike." There is a clear darkness even on his otherwise ever-stoic face, making clear how serious this was for everyone. And if it can affect Piotr so... ... then what of a student, newer to the whole thing? His glance shifting from Lara toward her would-be student seems to carry this very thought, this suggestion without even speaking it. Instead, he says more vaguely, "So, is troubling for everyone." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Fine...I already introduced myself, Ellie Phimister, if I'm being humble, probably the coolest Sophomore in this lame school, besides that...? Not much to say, really..." she shrugs and then looks directly at Lara, asking, "so why shouldn't I write off your class? I mean, history classes are usually borefests about stupid people who died." To be fair, pretty much everyone mentioned in History classes are dead. Though not always because they were stupid. Then Lara gives a line that actually has Ellie seeing eye to eye with her, if only for a moment, "well, if you check a Twitter feed, you can always go backwards. You can't delete stupid. It's up there for everyone to read, and laugh at you." She then notes the bandages and asks, "cut yourself reading? Paper cuts suck." Yeah, it's a mean comment, those she practices regularly. Ellie crosses her arms behind her head and looks up at the ceiling when Piotr acknowledges he was sent by the Professor, "awesome. You can tell him I'm still not crazy." As Piotr insists he wants to know how she's doing, and well, to be fair, he is the one thing that made Ellie more or less 'fit' such as it is with the school, so she appreciates his candor. She knows him enough to say, "bitch hurt me, ok? I'm pissed I couldn't hurt her back...that six armed psycho freak..." As if Piotr's input wasn't enough to illustrate how dreadful the whole wedding affair was, Ellie adds to Laura, in an aghast voice, "they also made me wear a dress for the wedding...a real one. Like, for Disney Princesses and shit." It wasn't really that bad of a dress, she just over sells it, also, to Ellie a dress by default is terrible on its own. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara's brown eyes traveled from the large Piotr to the comparitively tiny Ellie and she listened to them both speak on the wedding. "A day of happiness, turned into something... terrible." She said, gathering up what they'd said and adding it ontop of some rumors she'd heard whispered about in the school in the week she's been here. "I'm really sorry to hear about it... It sounds truly tragic..." She'd look away for a seconed until Ellie spoke on the dresses topic. Lara looked back then and grinned softly at her. "I'm not one for dresses myself. My parents used to make me dress up for special occassions and I'd fight them, vehemently. I prefer pants and tanktops, leather jackets and leather boots." She showed a light grin before glancing down at her hand and the paper-cut remark made her smile. "I wish it were that mundane, but no." She squeezed her injured hand inside that bandage-wrap and then looked back up to Ellie. "I was attacked as well." She glanced to Piotr for a moment, but looked back to the student. "I was in South America earlier this month. With a friend. She'd asked for my help in searching for a lost city deep in the jungle. There was a mercenary group. They captured us both." Lara gently shook her head side to side... "History, Ellie... is important to some people who you might not expect it to be. And it holds secrets that some might whish to discover, and exploit." Lara looked to the chalk board behind her, some of her writings scribbled on it. "Boring, potentially in a setting like this..." And then she looked back to the both of them. "Far more interesting, when you go out and immerse yourself within it." She hten held her injured hand up and wiggled it a bit, a sheepish smile showing. "If a bit dangerous, from time to time." 

:'''{{#var:284|Colossus (284)}} has posed:''' "Yes, this I understand," Piotr answers, with little sense of judgment, only simple acknowledgment. "Our enemies are not good people - or they would not be our enemies! And so they often seek ways to hurt us. And sometimes, they are succeeding." Despite the grimness of that, he smiles. "Is part of what we do. 'In job description', yes? You should never be thinking that any of this will be easy." Saying that, he continues his way into the room, and over toward where Ellie is seated, remaining standing nearby. "And is normal to be getting angry when this happens. No one enjoys losing. Everyone is angry to see a friend, comrade, hurt or worse. I was very angry also, and if there were not so many others there to protect, maybe I would have kept fighting and fighting." There is a momentary pause here, as he considers the point of all of this, and then simply adds: "Anyway, if you are mad, is OK. But important thing is to focus and not get too mixed up in such feelings. Go to training room and break things. Practice, train. We will be striking the foe that hurt us soon, but whether or not you can go depends on whether comrades Jean and Scott think you - and any other students - are ready for such things." And here he makes the transition, to gesture toward Lara. "And you show you are ready by taking school seriously." Of course, he has nothing to say on the dresses matter, but does pick up on the Historian's own take on things. "History is more than boring dead people. Is lessons. History is full of war, full of villains, full of evil people who caused hurt and harm. Is full of stories of their victories and defeats. If you do not know, then *you* may do something stupid, da? Because you have not learned these lessons." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' When Lara finds common ground with Ellie on the dress hating aspect, Ellie flashes her a thumb's up. "Awesome, finally a teacher who gets it." Lara gets enough Cool Points <tm> for that remark, that Ellie actually lays off the 'paper cut' comment and listens to her, "so what attacked you? A freakin' bear?" "Wait...hold the bus! You said captured? How come you're here then?" For once there's a history related story that doesn't suck. Squinting at Lara's suggestion, Ellie looks a bit weirded, "what? You mean like Indiana Jones shit?" Listening to Piotr, it's tough to come up with biting remarks, the guy has a heart of gold and genuinely seeks to help. Even when he's being a dork. So Ellie just shifts her gaze upon him, stalls a moment, and then nods, "I get it...I really do." Spoiler alert: she really doesn't. "If I see the six armed psycho freak again she's dead...I don't care who is standing next to her," Ellie asserts, convincing herself at least that she's just made a promise. When Piotr goes and supports Lara's point, Ellie just lets out a grumble. Yeah, she can't quite refute that, at least not without being stupid. And she's not stupid. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara looked to Piotr and his speech and ethical beliefs made her smile. "I take this school very seriously. In my... week here... I've already been able to easily tell that the student body, as well as the faculty, are attemping to do something that most others fear. And its for the greater good. Which I'm all for." She'd hold that smile before looking back to Ellie and her question about her captivity. "Well... as Piotr here said... History is more than boring dead people... And it turns out that the jungles hide more secrets than we might think. We were captive, yes. Mercenaries, loaded with guns an foul scowls. But..." Lara held her hand up, the bandage was clean and fresh. "What gave me this wound, returned, and it returned in force. From the past itself. A sabretooth cat... the size of a pickup truck. It raided the mercenary camp. Sent them fleeing for their lives and amidst all the chaos, my partner and I escaped with the loot the men were attempting to smuggle." Lara shifted her weight in her chair with a soft grin. "I've learned from History, how to nagivate it and survive through it. But the value in history is not always just knwoledge, and thats why there are evils out there still trying to gain from it. Which is where my associates and I come in, we've tried to intercept them before they can do this." Lara's other hand was lifted up and she shoed her pointer finger and a little cut on it. "This one though, this one is a paper cut from a book though." And she smirked. 

:'''{{#var:284|Colossus (284)}} has posed:''' Whether Piotr believes Ellie understands as much as she says or not, he nods all the same. She's not going to grow up in a day, definitely not in a lecture. "I was not coming here in first place to yell or berate you," he goes on. "And I will not do it now. I am understanding your anger. Is not wrong. But is up to you what to do about it." Here he makes a wide, sweeping gesture. "Being angry teenager, well, there are no shortage of these, da? Is OK, is normal, but is nothing special either." As ever, he is bluntly honest. And yet, if it is even possible, Piotr seems to stand up a little taller, arms crossed over his broad chest, as he continues. "But this school does mean something. Is not like fake nonsense on TV show. Is something to be proud of. We teach normal things, even sometimes boring things first, da, so are ready for *abnormal* things after." Ellie's obviously improving impression of Lara also earns a full deep laugh, and glancing over as the woman shares her recent adventure, Piotr seems to share the appreciation. "I said same thing, when we are first meeting, that she is like this man from famous American movie!" A broad grin. "Ms. Croft is impressive woman. And this is why I say, school is special. We are not hiring just anyone to teach history, or anything else here. Everyone here has something important to teach. Is up to you, if you wish to learn, but if you chose not, you will be less strong for it, I promise this. And stronger you are, the less you are having to fear from six-armed woman or anyone like her. Because even when she is gone, there will be more." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "A sabretooth cat? What the fuck? Those are extinct!" Ellie snaps, all of a sudden getting quite a bit of interest, at least in that aspect of history, "can we have a class field trip to see it?" Not the response that would first come to mind, at least with most people, Ellie thinks it's quite awesome. Ellie smiles at Piotr, and goes as far as to admit, "I knew that, you're one of the good guys, big guy. You're not a lameo like Scott, ugh." When Piotr goes as far as to tell her she's not special, Ellie sticks her tongue at him, before blowing a raspberry in his general direction, "stuff it, I'm special alright. I'm the one who fucks up everywhere she goes, and then winds up on a weirdo school, what's not special about that?" She grins at Lara's shows an actual paper cut, and mumbles, "I'll come to next History class, ok? Now can I go?" But she soon becomes all throny again when the six-armed woman is mentioned, and she glowers at Piotr, "I'm not scared of that bitch! I'm not!" Mostly because Spiral isn't here right now. That meeting was the first that Negasonic didn't finish with a bang. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara was commonly compared to Indiana Jones, and it didn't bother her... she'd met him, brought him back to society a few months ago and had helped give him a job with SHIELD... the world at-large believes him to be dead, or a myth all around, but she knew otehrwise and considered him a friend. Lara just grinned at them both and then would shrug her shoulders. "We should probably start with a trip to the Natural History Museum, where I can show you what my partner and I brought back from this latest trip." She grinned then. "We'll talk about trips to the southern hemisphere sometime after that." Lara reached out to take the slip that Ellie had sat down and she checked it off and then handed it back to the student. "Thank you for coming to see me, Ellie. You have good people here who want you to be happy, no matter what it takes to get you happy." She nodded to Piotr. "Clearly he's one of the better ones too. I know its frustrating at times, but keep giving us all chances. We're all weirdos in somewhats, but... thats not a bad thing at all. Its something to be proud of, in fact." Lara would grin. "Sappy time over. You're free to go." 

:'''{{#var:284|Colossus (284)}} has posed:''' "We do own hypersonic jet, so some... excursions are possible," Piotr points out, adding a little bit of positive reinforcement to the whole. "But only where they are reinforcing our curriculum, da? Teaching important lessons. And for that, you do still have to pay attention to the other parts." OK, maybe more like bribery! Also, he has one further contradiction for Ellie: "You are special, but not because of dark makeup and jewelry. Is still very special place, this school, and the people in it." Still, Lara and her seem to have come to an understanding and Piotr brings his hands together in a clap of finalilty. "I am glad it is settled." Though Lara's praise of him is met with a simple shake of his head. "I am not so different than anyone here. Even comrade Scott. He is, ah, a 'lameo' sometimes, maybe, but is because leading is hard. Is far easier for me to be 'nice guy.'" With that he will start back toward the door, though he glances back along the way. "Scared or not, you will train!" This is just stated as immutable fact. "This is only way to be ready for the sort of foes we face." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie at this point just looks and listens, which is a remarkable improvement over her usual look and chirp. She gets up when Lara says she can go, and goes as far as to say, "you are better than I thought." A big win for Lara Croft, she just doesn't know it yet. A big thumbs up goes Piotr's way, "I'm down. You're the best, big guy." She snorts at the suggestion her unique look doesn't make her special, "as if, did you see Tabitha? Going all bimbo like? I'm way more special," so yeah, she's being a bit flippant. She doesn't wait for additional quips, simply shooting, "Ellie out," and practically rushing out of the classroom. 
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1465/Chilling At The Rec Room

2017-09-21T20:52:03Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' On any giving day one could ask Ellie what she thinks of the Xavier School, and no matter the time of day or occasion, the reply would usually be that it's lame. There are many places where Ellie likes to complain about the lameness of Xavier School. Sometimes it's by the pool, albeit less so since Havok nearly killed her phone. Sometimes it's in the foyer, by the dorms. Today it seems the room of choice is the Rec Room, where sometimes she can luck out into having the tv free to play her own movies and music. But fat chance, it's mostly occupied by douches that hoard the playstation. Sure enough, today wasn't a lucky day, the moment Ellie steps into the Rec Room she can see the small crowd of douches by the playstation. Flavor of the day seems to be a stupid fighting game, and a contest of egos. She snorts loudly to express her disappointment, and calls out, "yo douchefaces, let me know if the virtual dick measuring contest ever ends," this gets her a few middle fingers and some retorts, but she just counters with a middle finger of her own, before moving to crash into a beanbag. 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     Occupying one of the beanbags is a curious looking girl, which is saying something in a school like that. Mostly, it's that she's mauve, with weird thin purple stripes running over her skin here and there, and has fairly striking silver hair bound in braids behind her. The gold eyes don't help either.     Also the tendril currently sprouting out of her shoulder that's holding a soda can as she types on one of the mansion student use laptops. Which, unlike others who like to bend the rules, is actually on her lap! Though realy it looks more like websurfing.     She glances up at Ellie's comment, cocking her head slightly as she walks over then drops on the bag. "...hey." she says. "Ya gotta get here in the morning, they snag it every time. All fighting game tournament stuff." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie looks at Alexia very briefly, before noting, "dig the hair and the eyes," as if it was some fashionable contacts and dyejob that Alexia was experimenting with. She nods along with Alexia's tip, "there should be a rule, they have it everytime, all day long...and there's never a winner either, they always break out fighting over who cheated who, bunch of idiots..." 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     Alexia's lips curve up slighty at Ellie's comment on her hair and eyes. She doesn't get compliments often, but it's nice when it happens. "Or make it all macho shit and decide they're go full college bro on it." she says wryly. "Should at least be a signup sheet or something like that, so people get a chance. What were ya gonna play, anyway?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Game doesn't even prove anything, I could probably kick all of their asses in real life," clearly Ellie isn't even going to suggest she has a sporting chance in the game itself, it seems boring to her and beyond one time she tried it out of boredom, she doesn't really have any experience with it. Nor does she care to have it. "So...what's your poison?" Ellie asks, tilting her head to peek at Alexia's laptop. She shrugs at the question, muttering, "something less stupid than what they're playing." 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     "Me?" the other girl says, then tilts the laptop so Ellie can see, looking a bit sheepish. "Just, um, research and crap..."     It's open to a story that reads "The Real Yamatai" with all sorts of inset pictures of what look like weird Asian looking ruins. All Japanese. Or they used to be, because at least one shot is of a palace that looks like it recently burned down. There's an inset picture of a young woman with brown hair who looks like she's being helped off a chopper along with a larger group; the camera has caught her when she's looking off to the side, her eyes a bit distant. She looks beat to hell too, little scratches and marks running over her forehead and cheek.     "It's kinda my thing..." Alexia says. "I like this sorta stuff, old ruins and artifacts and things like that." She pauses, then offers a hand. "I'm Lex." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Oh...so boring school stuff?" Ellie asks in surprise, staring at what is obvious entirely foreign to her, "what's a Yamatai?" She asks if only because she has no clue whatsoever, "not a band, huh?" Well, the images are a dead giveaway that it's not a band, but she's not going to bother even skimming the text. Ellie is intrigued enough to entertain the gesture of a handshake, shaking hands with Alexia, her grip rather strong, at least for a 15 year old, "I'm Ellie." 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     Alexia's grip is firm as well, suprisingly because she doesn't look majorly muscular. But definitely toned. At least there are some benefits to a mutant power at times! "Cool." she offers, then she laughs. "Oh, hell no! Not school crap. They haven't figured out where to put me yet, anyway. And they're still smoothing stuff out with the cops and social services and shit.' She waves it off. "Nah, this is just cool. Yamatai is this island they found in the Pacific, right? Like a mystery island that had a huge storm around it so no one got on or off. There's, like, shipwrecks from all over there, for hundreds of years, and this weird cult on the island that believed their queen was this immortal goddess..." She taps the picture of the brown haired woman. "Her name's Croft, she was looking for it, making like a documentary thing or something, and they got shipwrecked there. All with the crazy cult shit, and she actually got them back off. The storm even died, no one knows why." There's a definite tone of excitement and passion in her voice as she explains, though she catches herself. "I mean, it's...cool. Like, adventures and stuff." She pauses as the tendril holding the can brings up to her mouth so she can take a sip. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Cops? You been to jail?" Ellie asks, all of a sudden truly interested in Lex. Cops involvement was a rarity for students at the school, at least those Ellie met so far. Listening, Ellie snorts at the notion of an immortal goddess Queen, simply offering, "easy test, she still alive or dead? I mean, not much of an immortal goddess if she died, right?" Looking Lex over while she speaks about it, Ellie gets how into it the girl really is and then asks, "ever tried to contact this Croft lady? Bet she'd be happy to tell you all about it. Send her an email or something. Fuck, ask her to give a lecture at the school, you might even get extra credit for that kind of shit." 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     Those golden eyes sharpen over the can a bit, before it's held back to the side, as she absently close the laptop, her eyes lighting up a bit. "I did! Professor Xavier said he'd look into it, that he knew she did lectures occasionally and she might come here too!" She's >< close to squeeing like a fangirl again, before she recovers, coughing. 'Um, and that'd be major cool, to talk to her and stuff. I like that sorta thing, finding cool old stuff, things that are...important. Like, finding stories about people that no one knows, but that are great stories they should know."     She leans back on her hands, cocking her head at Ellie at the question about cops. There's a thoughful look in her eyes now. "...came close." She rubs the back of her neck. "....apparently I had a little too much of 'you're not legal enough for that' brand booze, and, ah, borrowed a police interceptor...." she says slowly. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Ha! I'm a genius...barely even here, already can call out decisions the Prof would make. Damn I'm smart," Ellie grins to herself, happy to hear she made a spot on suggestion. "Hey, I got a story no one knows, life in Genosha sucks, and I'm glad to be out of there. How's that for a story nobody knows?" Ellie smirks. Laughing, Ellie quips, "no way the cops would jail you just for stupid alcohol. They just give you a talk." 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     Lex grins. 'Well, the officer who's car it was kinda did that before...I think it was the whole crashing into the parked SWAT van that annoyed them.' she notes, rolling her eyes. "And, um, the totally baseless previous charges that were never proven oh my god so wy bring them up. But! The officer was kinda cool...he told me he could arrest me and send me to juvie, since I didn't have family, or he could get me fostered here to get me off the street and crap, because of my.." and she air quotes "..special situation." Her shoulders shrug a bit. "Kinda easy choice. And it's been cool. There's lots of food, nice room, and no one annoys me that much her, y'know?"     She looks interested. 'A story nobody knows from Genosha? I'd like to know that.' she notes, leaning forward curiously. "That's where you're from? 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "You can drive...?" Ellie's eyes seem to light up at the thought, driving would be cool, not having to wait on buses and trains that take forever and a day. Snorting at the 'special situation' reference, Ellie notes, "I kinda wound up here because my family died, so I guess that's common, this place being a solution." Ellie nods about the Genosha question, "yeah, totally from there shithole, don't plan your vacation there. It sucks ass. Honest. Just...stick to the USA, it's awesome. You can do anything. You'd probably be in jail in Genosha." 

:'''{{#var:1064|Lexi Nemo (1064)}} has posed:'''     Alexia raises a hand and waggles it. "Eh. Drive...' There was a reason she hit the SWAT van, after all. She nods, turning more solemn as she watches Ellie, her golden eyes on hers. "Sorry about your folks." she says, a bit softer. "It sucks, doesn't it?" Her tone is someone who has had a similar loss; there's genuine understanding there, with the sympathy.     She inhales, then lets it out. "Yeah, I only heard stories. I grew up in Mutant Town, though, I dunno if it was better or worse. Well, under Mutant Town, really...but...yeah." She smiles a little. 'Totally taking Genosha off my bucket list then." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "It happened," Ellie snaps, and looks away from Alexia, clearly not wanting to get all emotional about having killed her own parents. "It just happened, nothing I can do about it," she stresses slightly more aggressively at the follow up. "Smart move," Ellie says, giving another glance at Lex, "I'm going to grab a bite, we'll catch up later, Lex," she makes a hurried retreat at that. Perhaps she is more emotional about her parents then she lets out. 
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1186/The People You Meet At Hot Topic

2017-09-21T20:48:36Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/06/28
|Location=Ellie runs into Senator Creed of all people in Hot Topic. Yeah, it's weird.
|Synopsis=As unlikely as it seems, Ellie happens by Graydon Creed at Hot Topic, and it's ridiculous.
|Cast of Characters=1075, 281
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1075|Graydon Creed (1075)}} has posed:''' Hot Topic. Where bad ideas go to die and then return as mournful wraiths of capitalism. The store usually has at least one couple and a few loners in it but rarely do they stand out as much as Graydon Creed in his multi-thousand dollar custom italian suit and silver under shirt. Not one single part of him is actually black, pierced or tattooed, at least not the parts you can see in public. He looks like a Men's Warehouse model escaped the catalog and wandered into the Hot Topic in the confusion that comes with newly awakened sentience. He carries with him a freshly washed Hoodie from Xavier's School for the Gifted comparing it to the clothing he's looking at on the rack to see if the sizes are close. The hoodie has several holes ripped in the side of it and though it is freshly washed, it is still stained. If you could sum up the look of the man shopping for young women's clothes, it would be lost. He is oh, so lost on how to go about buying clothing for young girls. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie is a common sight in various Hot Topics about the greater New York area, often travelling about, price comparing, and checking out different stocks. Today she choose the correct store in Manhattan, because she gets to witness a true oddity. A man dressed like he belongs on a reality show's business boardroom, inside a Hot Topic, and he doesn't look like he's there to file a lawsuit. That garners enough interest to aim her phone up at the guy and snap a pic, just so she has proof for later. What's that with the quick thumb work dancing at lightning speed across the phone's touch screen? Check your twitter feeds for #HotTopic. <Mr. Money got lost on the way to Capitalists R Us, wound up at HotTopic. Expect hilarity. #ExpectUnexpect #HotTopic #DorksInSuits> Unlike the aforementioned Graydon Creed, or as per Ellie's affectionate Twitter feed, the dork in the suit, Ellie is quite fitting. Piercings? Check. Multitudes actually. Crazy hair? Buzzcut easily counts as standout for girls. Leather, straps and pyramid studs? Check, check, check. Oh, and bonus points for dark makeup and all. It's only after she took a pic, had her laughs and updated her twitter followers, that Ellie actually takes note of the very familiar Xavier's School hoodie the man is carrying, brining her to move closer to him, "yo, Mr. Money, you know some loser at that lameo school?" 

:'''{{#var:1075|Graydon Creed (1075)}} has posed:''' Mr. Money turns to look at the girl.. And raises an eyebrow... he's not that old but he seems to be stunned for a moment by her appearance. After a moment his brain catches up and he says, "School?" then he realizes what she is talking about, "Oh, no. Well, maybe. It's a long story." he says then he asks, "Do you work here? I couldn't find your buggies." he says annoyed at the nerve of the store to not have push-buggies to put his shopping in. Not that buggies would fit in the isles. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Well, when you're 15, 24 seems way old. So there's that, at least when it comes to Ellie's appraisal of Graydon's age. There's no doubt though, that seeing how some of her classmates are shocked by her appearance, it's to be expected more grown up people will certainly be taken back by it. Ellie isn't your typical 15 year old girl. You wouldn't catch her wearing pink, or frilly, or My Little Pony, Hello Kitty, any of that nonsense. "I bet it's not that long. Either you stole it, you attend the school, or you know a lameo student there...I bet on the know a lameo student there." The question about buggies gets Graydon a derisive eyeroll out of Ellie, "like you need help carrying a few skimpy outfits, for real...use your hands, man. And no...I don't work here, but I'm something of an expert if you need help. Tip me, maybe I'll help..." heck, she called him Mr. Money because he looked loaded. Who knows, maybe she can hustle a few bucks. 

:'''{{#var:1075|Graydon Creed (1075)}} has posed:''' The tall man kneels down and reaches into his jacket pocket. Taking out his wallet he pulls out a hundred dollar bill because that's all he carries. He gives her one, "This is is to help me, this one." he says giving her a second, "Is for you not to talk about what I'm about to tell you." he says quietly. #ExpectUnexpect that. "Swear to me you won't talk about this to anyone. If you do, bad things will happen." he still has at least 6 hundred more dollars in his wallet and some credit cards... "Deal?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie is clearly taken by the huge bill, which to her is likely the first time she's seen a hundred dollar bill. "Damn, you're loaded, where do you work? A bank?" She asks flippantly, she's all ready to keep with the snark when she's given an offer she can't refuse. "Seriously? Like...tell, tell? With my voice?" She asks, maybe the poor sap doesn't know about the texty variety. After all, she did kinda tell Twitter all about him already. Even if in no great detail. "I'll help...no problem." 

:'''{{#var:1075|Graydon Creed (1075)}} has posed:''' He's old but he isn't that old. "Tell anyone in any form. I could get into a lot of trouble. There are a lot of people who don't like mutants and the girl I'm trying to help is one." he says but then quickly clarifies, "I'm not. I just want to help her out. " and the fact he felt the need to explain all this just proves he's a lovely, caring racist. "We found her living in the sewers, eating dogs, the police were going to shoot her. She's.. Um.. " he holds up the hoodie showing the 4 extra arm holes, "Not normal looking." he explains, "She's ok, we've got her a private hospital getting treatment. She was dehydrated and half starved. This was the only clothes she even owns." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "So Mutant Pride silence benefits...?" Ellie asks and looks to be considering, before eventually inclining her head, "fine...you got it, full radio silence. Now what's your problem?" She asks, already looking impatient when she hadn't even began to help. It's only when she heard the story, that Ellie opens her eyes wide, this actually seems serious. "What do you think could possibly help her in this store? I mean, get her a rad outfit, sexy lingerie, it won't matter...she'd still be facing death by cops, no?" 

:'''{{#var:1075|Graydon Creed (1075)}} has posed:''' "I can handle the cops." says the man with a lot of money so buying the cops off maybe? "The problem is, I don't know what to buy for her. She's... um.." he stands back up and holds his hand up, "About this tall, " then he says more quietly, "With the body of a girl up top, multiple arms, and the body of a spider from the stomach down. The whole back end. It's not exactly a look you can shop for in the J-Crew." Meanwhile, unknown to either Creed or Nega, her Twitter feed just became a subject of national news because she caught the Senator for the state of New York in Hot Topic looking like a tool. Her feed should be EXPLODING with news reporters asking for more details and getting retweets out of the wazoo. "I was thinking maybe a blouse and a, I don't know, a cape for the back end?" he says really at a loss. "Something spider themed so I came here. I figured if you were going to find a spider web themed cape in the city, this would be the place." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Too bad Ellie isn't checking her phone at the moment, she did promise to be quiet, but she'll be quite surprised later. It's no surprise she'd had no clue who the Senator of New York is, she likely doesn't give a damn. But hey, the more you know! Too bad she missed her chance, she could have petitioned him to lower the legal driving age or something. As it stands, she listens to the description, and takes Graydon by the hand, dragging him towards a different aisle, "come on....definitely want a skirt for that shit," sounds like Graydon's girl looks wicked awesome for a video. But to live like that everyday? Sounds messed up. She flips about a few rack, and eventually pushed a gothic school girl's top and skimpy dress at Graydon, "this will do nicely. Forget the spider theme, she already got too much of that. I'd get her skull earrings and black makeup set, but who knows if she's into that. I'd recommend hooking her up with some scene bands, they'd love to have her for music video affects, she could make bank with that kind of job." But as the phone keeps buzzing and vibrating, Ellie steals a glance eventually, and then gasps, "wow! You're the freakin' goddamn Senator of New York? There's someone I never thought I'd ever meet..." 

:'''{{#var:1075|Graydon Creed (1075)}} has posed:''' Graydon TSTS! "Not so loud!" then he looks at her phone and gives her a look she's probably all too familiar with. The 'What did you do?' face that all people older than her seem to be able to make. He says quietly, "Yes, I am, I am the Republican senator for New York and a lot of my colleagues are very anti-mutant. So I would rather them not have this to use against me." he says which is kinda sweet she might think for a moment. He's risking everything to help this poor mutant girl, "She hates being a mutant. She wants to be normal and if I can, I'm going to make that happen for her. There was research on a cure back in the 1990's but the government scrapped it. Claimed it was related to mad cow disease." he says as he walks with her over to the skull themed items. "It was, pardon the pun, bullshit. You can't test mutant cures for humans on cows. Cows aren't even genetically close to humans, also there are no mutant cows and if the government was testing things on cows for some insane reason they wouldn't then sell those animals for hamburger meat. It was a cover up. I'm going to find out why. I'm going to find that cure for her." he says picking out both skulls and tacky bright butterflies and bangles for her many, many limbs so she can be goth or prissy depending on her tastes. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "What...? It's a secret?" Ellie asks curiously, as if she hadn't the slightest clue that is precisely why he didn't want her to talk to anyone. "Republican, huh?" It's not that Ellie swings this way or that, she really is utterly clueless about politics. School is just mostly boring. She does put her phone back in the pocket of her jacket, as she explains, "when you got in, I kinda let twitter know that Mr. Money Bags made a wrong turn into Hot Topic, instead of Rich Guy Mansion. That's all." Mostly, anyway. When she's heard more, not even realizing there ever was a cure worked on, she looks at Graydon suspiciously. She's in a sub culture that naturally distrusts, and she heard all about cures. A threapist to cure her behaviour, her taste in clothes, what have you...people who want to cure stuff tend to be suspect. Maybe not in the case of freaky spider legged girl...but still. She just might want to share something for once with her teacher, "listen, I promise I won't say anything...I wish you luck, Senator person guy," yup, didn't ask for the name, didn't remember the name, and didn't care either. She just kinda nods in acknowledgement at Graydon and starts to shuffle away. To her credit, she's keeping her phone in the pocket of her jacket. Maybe she'll even stay true to her promise. 

:'''{{#var:1075|Graydon Creed (1075)}} has posed:''' Graydon sure hopes not. That would have been a waste of a great performance on his part. He goes to the register and rings up his stuff while she leaves. If the rumor of a cure circulates now it will be easier when he petitions the white house to release the information on the earlier experiments. Public pressure always helps grease the wheels of government. When he trots this poor freak, half spider girl out in front of the cameras and pleads for the research to resume so that mutants like her can be made healthy and normal again, he wants the public ready and sympathetic. No press release or public statement is as effective as an organic viral story. Hopefully the offers for money and fame will make the girl spill the carefully laid out beans and get the public on his side. The political predator smiles as he pays for the clothing. It's going to be a good few weeks. He can feel it already. 
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852/Thats So Negasonic

2017-09-21T20:41:11Z

SerraKeto: Corrected the date

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/06/08
|Location=Xavier's Kitchen
|Synopsis=Some casual chatting with students and the Home Ec teacher.
|Cast of Characters=117, 858, 16, 281
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tatum is having a quiet day. Not a lot of need for the home ec teacher over the summer. She sometimes has students asking for advice or to have her open up the sewing lab, but other then that, her life is pretty easy. She has decided to do some baking today for the people that remain in the mansion, looking all June Cleaver in black. 

:'''{{#var:858|Lina Whitecroft (858)}} has posed:''' It's a pleasant enough day and Lina's first official one as a student. Now that the conversation with her parents went quite smoothly (thanks to Jean's help), the newly enrolled junior is exploring the mansion further. No longer feeling like a visitor somewhat trespassing, she has come to the kitchen to see what the room has to offer in the way of meals and refreshments. Upon entering her eyes immediately go to the woman in the room. Smiling broadly, she approaches Tatum and gives a little wave. "Hi there!" She pauses to look around the kitchen, giving a low whistle. "Man, this place is intense. Not only is it huge, but it has /everything/. No wonder people have no problem staying here year-round. Best boarding school ever, am I right?" 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Looking over her shoulder, Tatum smiles to the new student. She's gone full on Gothabilly today, swing dress, high heels, victory rolls. The works. She wears a cute apron, black with cherries all over it. "Hello there," she says as she pulls out the cupcakes from the oven and puts them on the cooling rack. "I had the same reaction when I was new here. It has pretty much everything you could want. Hungry? Need a tour of the kitchen?" 

:'''{{#var:858|Lina Whitecroft (858)}} has posed:''' Lina's eyes dart to the cupcakes as they're pulled out. "Ohmygosh, I'm going to get so fat here. Ice cream kabobs and cupcakes? Of course I'd love one," she admits with a grin. Today she's dressed in a sky blue blouse and her typical jeans. "And yes, a tour would be lovely. I'd hate to accidentally eat someone's food or put something in the wrong place or, well, you know. Any of those things you can do wrong with a community kitchen. I've never had to deal with that before." 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tatum laughs, pointing to the cupcakes that are already cooled and iced and decorated. "Feel free to help yourself. First rule, if it's left on the island here in the middle? It's free game. Don't leave anything on here you don't want others to eat, or it's your own damn fault. The counters along the walls get used for food prep." She sets in another batch into the oven, closing the door and then starts the water in the sink for the dishes. No dishwasher for this girl, apparently. "Secondly, we have two fridges. This one is for communal food, this one is for private stuff. Put your name on it and the date you put it in the fridge. That way, if you forget about it, at the end of the month, when we clean it out, we know if something needs to be tossed in the bin." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue appears on the patio outside the french doors that lead outside. She's talking on a cell phone and she's smoking a cigarette while wearing some aviator shades and watching some kids play off on one of the sport courts. She doesn't seem to have any idea that there are people in the kitchen behind her. At least, not yet. 

:'''{{#var:858|Lina Whitecroft (858)}} has posed:''' Lina goes ahead and grabs one of the finished cupcakes for herself, biting into it. Her face lights up as she tells Tatum (once she has swallowed, of course), "Oh wow this is delicious. You're really good!" She nods at the explanation about the kitchen and refrigerators. "Okay, cool. That's good to know." Glancing to the door leading to the dining hall, she asks "How do the meals work? Everyone up at the crack of dawn for breakfast served in the dining room or is it more casual than that? Just curious. I wouldn't want to miss a meal if we're all supposed to be here!" She doubts that's the case, but it pays to ask. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' As if to illustrate the point made by Tatum about stuff left in the island in the middle, Ellie comes in, heads directly towards it without saying hello to anyone, and scans with hawk eyes before she spots a plate with a single chocolate chip cookie. "Score," she announces before snatching the cookie and starting to eat, only then taking a look to notice who is even in the kitchen, and beyond, as she spots Rogue on the patio, and snorts, "she attending flight school now?" 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Seeing Ellie come in and snagging the last cookie, Tatum takes the plate that is now empty and slides it into the sink that has just finished filling with suds. She continues explaining to Lina. "Well, it's a lot more casual right now, with it being summer. Yes, we have classes, but we know you don't want to spend the whole day indoors. So, breakfast tends to be a fend for yourself from the hours of 6 to 8. On the weekend, during the school year, I have my Junior class make a big buffet style breakfast for the students and teachers as part of their marks. But I think it's just going to be me making you guys waffles for the summer." Looking over to Rogue on the patio, she has a playful smirk on her cherry red lips at Ellie's question. "Well, she can fly. So, maybe they help with the air currents." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue stepped back and she put her phone away into her hoodie's pocket, it was hot outside, but she still had to wear a 'god damned' hoodie, even if she was wearing shorts that left her legs bare... she'd tell folks if they touched her legs then they had it coming anyhow. Opening the kitchen doors, holding the silver handles in either gloved hands... Rogue stopped and her sunglasses covered eyes looked at the three in the kitchen. "Ya'll were talkin' about me, weren'tcha?" She said then. "Oh, snap... cupcakes?!" The doors were left open and the southern gal moved to the counter to grab at one. 

:'''{{#var:858|Lina Whitecroft (858)}} has posed:''' Lina turns as she hears someone else coming into the room, but Ellie makes straight for the food on the island and grabs some. It's probably normal for new students to arrive regularly, so she's not at all surprised when Ellie doesn't bother with introductions. Tatum's explanation of the meal situation earns a nod from Lina. "Oh, okay. Well that's good to know. So you're one of the teachers? Cooking, that's home economics right?" As she overhears Ellie and Tatum mentioning someone flying, she turns and spots Rogue outside. "Oh, it's Marie," she says to herself softly. "I wonder if I should go say hi. Hmm, but she's on the phone." Rogue solves Lina's dilemma by opening the doors. The accusion of them discussing her causes Lina to blush slightly. "Yes, but only good things," she points out. "We were just discussing how great you are at flying." It's... almost the truth. Close enough, right? She pauses for a minute before venturing "We're not talking about planes here, are we?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Ain't nothing wrong with waffles," Ellie quips as Tatum answers Lina, still not acknowledging the new student directly. She does look back at Rogue and snorts at Tatum's suggestion, "maybe she wants to look good in the 'Danger Zone'." When Rogue asks if people were talking about her, Ellie raises her hand, "that was me doing the talking, mostly because of your aviators, I was wondering if you're going to flight school...teacher lady," she thumbs at Tatum, "says you just be flying though." She continues to work on that last cookie, the fact it's the last one, makes it all the more delicious (scientific fact!). Lina was almost trying to pretty it up, good thing Ellie is here for the truth. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tatum shrugs over to Rogue. "Well, when you look that damn fine, is it any surprise?" she asks with a playful wink. She starts showing Lina where the breakfast foods are. Cereals, fruits, yogurt, bread. She shows off where the toaster is, the Keurig. And then where the peanut butter and such are kept. "This counter here is our peanut and egg counter. If you have allergies, please don't use it?" Tatum nods her head, wiping her hands off on her apron. "Yes, sorry. I should have introduced myself. I'm Ms. O'Neal. Home ec. So cooking, sewing, budgetting. I like to think of it more as life skills. Survival in the big city. I also teach things like how to grow your own veggies and herbs in pots, cause who can afford a stand alone home with a garden these days, right?" She's starts holding out her hand and then stops. "Ummm, I'm a null, by the way. I turn off powers. Touching you isn't going to kill you, is it?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue listened to the three of them while she was taking her gloves off and moving to stuff them into the side pocket on her hoodie and she was just all grins. "Firstly, Miss O'Neal... that is why I love ya, cause ya see all the beauty I have t'offe'ah and ya ain't afraid t'tell me about it." She then went to pick up a cupcake. "Also your cooking." Rogue lifted the cupcake up then and went to take the wrapper thingy off of it. "Secondly... Ah can already fly planes and whirlybirds... so why would Ah even NEED t'go t'flight school." Rogue then looked up and grinned at Ellie. "And lastly..." Marie would then tip her chin up and make a proud/egotistical expression. "Ah don't need no machine t'fly, if I wanna... then I just lift right up inta the sky..." And with that said, Rogue floated up into the air and silently swept over to sit down on a clear space of marble countertop. She then went to lift her Aviators up and place them on her forehead. "You want a pair, Ellie?" She asked then with a grin. 

:'''{{#var:858|Lina Whitecroft (858)}} has posed:''' Lina pays close attention to where everything is. "Oh, I'm not allergic to anything that I know of. I'm good." As Tatum introduces herself, Lina does so as well. "I'm Lina Whitecroft. I'm a musician. Well, mostly singing. But technically that still counts, right?" She pointedly eyes Ellie for a minute as the other girl basically derails her whole attempt at making nice. Glancing over at Tatum, she shakes her head at the question. "As far as I know my powers being suppressed wouldn't do any harm to me, no. In fact, that's something I need to work on. Keeping them under control." She hears Rogue talking about how she can indeed fly planes and other things. "Hrm, I guess I was wrong. We /are/ talking about plan--" She cuts herself short as Rogue levitates for a brief moment before perching on the countertop. "Oh, so I was right. And wrong. I guess I was both." As Lina speaks, her power begins to take effect. Rogue's attitude towards Ellie gives Lina the impresson that all is good, but she tenses just a little in concern. Paranoid that things might take a turn south, without meaning to her voice begins to do it's thing and suggest to the room that everyone be calm and get along. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tate blows Marie a kiss for the compliments and then her brows arch up as she lifts up and sits on one of the counters. She takes a moment to clear her throat, giving Marie a look of amused disapproval and then takes on a tone to impersonate the school's favourite Biology teacher. "Miss Anne-Marie, now that your are nearly a graduate of our fine learning institution, you are looked at as a role model for the others. So if you could refrain from putting your posterior on the eating and cooking surfaces, it would be greatly appreciated." She then flicks her fingers at the woman to show her that she is actually serious in spite of her silly way of showing it. Taking Lina's hand in hers, Tatum gives it a warm shake and then pulls away to start washing her dishes. "Well, that's why we're all here. To learn how to control and to best utilize our powers. I used to hate mine. And if you like music, you will be happy to know that we have Dazzler here are our main Music teacher, with me doing assistance at times. I was Juilliard trained so I can say for a fact that voices are considered an instrument. What year are you? Who are your room-mates?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie is caught off guard by Rogue so nonchalantly suggesting she already knows how to fly planes, "seriously? You're like...what? A year or two older than me at best? No way in hell you had time to finish flight school! Are you even old enough to be eligible?" Ellie frowns, because the way Rogue talks about it with such ease, she suspects it might even somehow be true. She just didn't use the proper tone of voice for that reply to be considered trolling. When she looks at Rogue give a demonstration of her powers, Ellie snorts, "I could do that..." except if she were to try, there would probably be a hole in the kitchen's ceiling, and the next floor, and actually all the way up to the skies. Yeah, she doesn't have fine control the way Rogue does. She'd loathe to show it, and so just leaves it at her somewhat childish assertion that she could do it too. When asked if she wants a pair, Ellie turns to look at Rogue and rolls her eyes, "if I wanted to look like some..." and just as she's about to give another biting remark to Rogue, Lina does her voodoo voice thing, and she finds it hard to mouth out something mean. She wants to, but the words stop from being formed. After a slight struggle, Ellie grumbles, "I don't want stupid shades, I'm inside, only dorks wear shades on the inside." Hey, she made it in the end! Even if not up to par. There's also deduction in play, she more or less got to see what Rogue can do. Even if not all. The teacher said what her schtik was. Ellie knows what she can do, which leaves only one potential suspect to the sudden lame compulsion that took hold of her. This brings Ellie to whirl and glower at Lina, "newbie, you like playing games? How about I get a turn and show you my power, to your face!" Yup, she's not being calm anymore, turns out when something sets her off, her brand of fury is hard to contain. Too bad Lina didn't inquire about her codename first. "I..., I..." she walks threateningly towards Lina, and somehow, still slivers of Lina's affect holds her from outright suckerpunching the girl. "Fuck this, I'm not even hungry," she wraps up her attempt to hurt Lina, as she storms out of the kitchen just as quickly as she came in. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Doesn't take long for a new twits to appear: <Newbie Gal at XI is a witch. Puts the lame in everything. #BurnTheWitch #VoodooSucks #FML> 

:'''{{#var:858|Lina Whitecroft (858)}} has posed:''' Lina giggles at Tatum's words to Rogue, but refrains from commenting since it's not really her place to offer thoughts on that matter. Instead, she beams at Tatum and says hastily "Oh my goodness, that's awesome. I didn't know so many people were musically talented here. You're the second or third person I've heard mention something about music." She appears to be quite excited. That is until Ellie turns on her. "What?" Lina gives her a deer-in-headlights look. As Ellie approaches the newer student, Lina is frozen in place. She's stopped talking for the moment and suddenly realizes what happened. "Oh no," she whispers as she brings her hands up to cover her mouth. As Ellie storms off, the last thing Lina does is call out to her "I'm so sorry, Ellie, I didn't mean to!" She caught the girl's name from Rogue and uses it in the hopes that it will help. Somehow she gets the impression that's not going to make things any better. Shuffling her feet, she eyes Tatum and mutters "You should have kept that grip on me a little longer, I suppose. I may as well tell you my voice is kind of suggestive. I think... I think that I just made a very big mistake without meaning to." Suddenly looking very frustrated, Lina whispers "Damn it," under her breath. "My first day here and I'm already... I don't even know, getting on people's nerves. Pissing people off. Something." She lets out a long sigh. "Way to go, Lina." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue would shake her head while hearing Ellie storm off and Lina get worried about it. "Don't fret on it, sugahcake." She'd say back to her. "Nega hates all of us." She said very casually while swinging her feet. "I love you, Ellie!" Rogue would shout out into the hallway after her fleeing 'friend'. "She's like the little siste'ah Ah neve'ah had, and neve'ah wanted..." 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Watching as Ellie storms off, Tatum shakes her head. "Don't worry about her. She... what Marie said. She hates everyone. I don`t even think she likes Sapphire and who can hate that poor girl?" 
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695/Just A Little Get Together

2017-09-21T20:37:03Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie has snuck her way out of the school in Westchester for a little bit of 'do whatever I want' around New York City. What she wants to do is check out new stuff at the Hot Topic in Manhattan Mall, call it an impromptu field trip to a place that got stuff that isn't entirely lameo for a change of pace. Salem Center just happens to have the WORST shops. It's been scientifically proven by several expeditions already. 

:'''{{#var:349|Elliot (349)}} has posed:''' Elliot is probably the last prson that Ellie wants to see today, much less be forced to share a name with. She's the typical too perky blonde with wide blue eyes and a glittering, perfect smile. The only thing that is out of the ordinary is the long streak of azure through her otherwise perfectly corn blonde tresses. The girl is dressed in a white knit sweater, open in front, a long sleeved shirt that proclaims her to be a member of the CUNY Athletic Conference cheer squad, and floral print skirt. The autumn colours work for her somehow, even with the heavy dose of burgundy involved. Elliot bounces slightly while she regards a rack full of albums by bands of all stripes. She's checking out a 'Cradle of Filth' album. Yeah, right. Sure she is. Really, Elliot looks confused. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' There's a sort of crowd one expects to see at a Hot Topic, from those who are fully fledged goths, those who have affinity with the lifestyle, and then there are those who look like they stumbled into the store by mistake. Ellie for once isn't checking out the chained leather pants across the aisle from her, nor the mesh top with spikey shoulders, instead she's staring directly at Elliot. "Wow, that hair dye is pretty hard core," she mocks rather openly. The girl clearly looks like your typical Barbie styled cheerleader. Certainly not like somone Ellie should ever have to meet in her favorite store. It's bad enough to meet girls like her in school. 

:'''{{#var:349|Elliot (349)}} has posed:''' "Hard? No, it wasn't hard. I mean, the dye is right there." Elliot sounds so genuine and guileless it is hard to believe that she coudl be anything other than perfectly serious. The girl blinks as she turns to affix that blue-eyed gaze on Ellie. Yes, Elliot went to the trouble of making sure the dye matched her eyes perfectly. Dedication. "Hi! My name is Elliot. Or... Ellie." The words are uttered with such effervescent enthusiasm that it might actually emphasize the gravity of the naming confluence being evidenced here. "Have you had problem with hair dyes? Because it can be kind of hard with dark hair..." She tilts her head slightly as she speaks but keeps the Cradle of Filth album in hand as she shifts away from the rack in question. Ellie's made a friend. Good for Ellie! 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Sure it is...so you're saying it's soft core, then?" Ellie snorts, wondering what's wrong with blonde. Maybe she got it hit on the head, or is just overwhelmed with the selection. But then she introduces herself, and Ellie's face grows sour, "you gotta be fucking shitting me," she groans as if in physical pain, pressing a finger into her temple and shaking her head. Asked about problems with hair dye, Ellie points at her shorn head, her Sinead O'Connor-like buzz cut, and smirks, "might be hard to tell, but I'm not really who hair product people sell to, see?" Glancing at the album Elliot is reaching for, she snorts, "isn't My Little Pony soundtrack more up your speed?" 

:'''{{#var:325|Ysabelle (325)}} has posed:''' Malls. The modern propensity for purchasing a prolific selection of paltry goods never ceases to amaze the magician that's decided that a new dress might well be a good idea. Several local events have needed her to dust off a wardrobe that long since should have been mothballs years (if not decades) ago. Lacking a local seamstress, the snow-white skinned woman has decided to risk a trip out to one she'd heard of. For this outing, Ysabelle is dressed in a full length dress of deep red with burgandy slashes in the skirts. Covering from neck to floor, the dress has boning in the bodice, snug next to her skin before loosening at the hips. A deep hood hides all but her dark burgandy lips and lily white soft cheeks and chin. Hot Topic had /sounded/ like a place to look at modern dresses, but the more she looked through the isles, the chains and studs and mesh, the more she was realising that this was not the place she needed to be. With two young women looking like polar opposites appearing before her, the opportunity to fact find was too good to miss. Opening her mouth, she talks in an accent that sounds Western European, without seeming to come from any specific country therein. "Excuse me ladies, would you happen to know where I might be able to purchase a modern dress?" She is of course, standing besides a rail of black, purple and red mini-dresses that would give a belt a run for it's money... 

:'''{{#var:349|Elliot (349)}} has posed:''' "Soft... Core? What?" Elliot is actually mouthing back the words that Ellie is speaking and then she lifts a hand to cup her ear. Afterward she slowly shakes her head. "I'm sorry, I'm not following you. We're talking about my hair, right?" Then the topic turns back to hair and Elliot is quick to say, "You could have tried before you got the shave. I don't know. You might try after you grow it back. You know, some times dye jobs go really wrong and it's easier to cut it all off." Elliot shrugs her shoulders at this and then glances at the album she is holding. "Ponies? ...Pretty sure Cradle of Filth is more Goth lit, horror, and making my grandmother think I worship the Devil! I don't think they do the ponies thing." A blink follows, then Elliot shrugs. Clearly Ellie isn't up on her Black Metal. Then Ysabelle says the magic words. "Oh..." A beat. "Dresses? Well! There's the American Eagle a little further down the way..." Elliot, of course, knos where all the best stores are. Why wouldn't she? 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie turns her head ever so slightly to acknowledge Ysabelle, staring at her as if she just fell out from outerspace, and then points at the rack of sexy dresses behind her. Purple, black, some with chains, some with skull prints, some with Hello Kitty dressed for a funeral, but for the most part, they're all as farthest as you can get from modest. "Those are all modern." She offers helpfully, before veering her eyes unto Elliot. "Oh yeah, your hair, you thought of that wicked smurfette streak by yourself?" She snorts at the suggestion she shaved her head due to a botched dye job, "sure, I wanted Barbie blonde like yours, and it came out vomit green instead, so I had to buzz it all down. Always happens." She rolls her eyes, clearly not being serious. "Oh, you mean they don't have a song about Letting Go in their album?" Not that Ellie is a follower of Disney, as much as "Let It Go" was the devil and you couldn't escape from hearing that song for the longest time. When Elliot offers her two bit of help to Ysabelle, Ellie offers on top of it, "you could take Human Catalogue with you...sure she'll be a great help finding all the best cosmetics too." 

:'''{{#var:325|Ysabelle (325)}} has posed:''' "I make my own cosmetics." Ysabelle comments calmly to the one woman firecracker. To her credit, she does actually at least /look/ at the rack suggested by the teen, but turns back shaking her head. "I think these are for women younger than I. Perhaps something that actually covers, rather than pretending to?" Fingers the colour of new cream pick at the nearest one. "And they're not exactly well made..." She looks at the price tag, the hood hiding her face shifting this way and that, indicating the shaking of her head. "Thank you though Miss, I appreciate the attempt." If she'd picked up on Ellie's snark, it doesn't show in her voice. Ysabelle's attention shifts to the older of the two El's in the room. "I'm not aquainted with the area I'm afraid, is American Eagle a little more respectful?" She does continue to keep her posture in such a way that both women are still included in the conversation, after all, it's only polite. 

:'''{{#var:349|Elliot (349)}} has posed:''' "Hmm? Oh, yeah. American Eagle is definitely perfect for squares," Elliot offers helpfully. "My mom would shop there. If you want to look 'respectable' on a budget it's a good place to start!" Elliot nods firmly, still clutching her music fairly close to her chest. "Right, okay. I caught the 'vomit' bit loud and clear," Elliot responds seriously, watching Ellie once more as she tilts her head slightly and again lifts her hand to briefly cup it against her ear. "Anyway. Is there aproblem here or is it just that I'm blonde and don't wear clothes you like?" A beat follows as Elliot adds, "Unless you're really hoping Cradle of Filth did a cover of 'Let It Go' in an attempt to make it halfway decent. Not sure it can be done!" Somehow, Elliot is still smiling. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Oh, you do!? Wow! Fuck me that's special!" Ellie lets out a feigned impressed whistle towards Ysabelle. Making one's own cosmetics, can it get any more boring? She quirks a brow when Ysabelle suggests the dresses Ellie pointed were for younger girls, and quips, "you're only as old as you feel." Though admittedly, she felt over 21 a few times and it still didn't help her sneak into a bar. Shrugging at the suggestion the dresses are too skimpy, and not well made, Ellie remarks, "can always go with pants, if you're a prude." Hearing that 'respectful' is the flavor Ysabelle is after, Ellie mutters mostly to herself, albeit not too quietly, "could have gone to Nuns R Us, or Don't Ever Date Me on the first floor..." she nods along with Elliot's affirmation of the American Eagle suggestion, "yeah, she knows all about squares, you can count on her." Then Elliot has to show how clever she is, getting all those subtle dissing coming out of Ellie, but she just shrugs, "what can I say? Don't go to the ENT, your hearing is fucking fine." She then pulls out her smartphone, and her eyes sink to the screen for a moment, <Met Smurfette at Hot Topic in MH Mall. She got claws yo. #ThugBarbie> 

:'''{{#var:325|Ysabelle (325)}} has posed:''' Ysabelle frowns quietly. "/Trousers/ are for men. And I haven't had to wear divided skirts since I stopped needing to ride everywhere." Oh yes, 'respectful' doesn't quite cut it does it? The young looking woman is starting to sound so square she's a cube! "I suppose manners went the same way as cloth seems to have; far more expensive than most seem able to afford." Was that an insult, or an observation? It could go either way... Turning to put herself side on to tweetie bird, the Lady in red directs her next comment to Barbie instead. "Expense isn't so much the concern as quality. I seem to be getting more and more invites to events since I've been noticed and I am running out of things to wear. As it seems seamstresses are as rare as rocking horse manure, it was suggested I come and look here." The hood rises, a flash of turquoise glints from the area where her eyes should be as the light penetrates deeper into it's confines. "I am starting to think I have been swindled." 

:'''{{#var:349|Elliot (349)}} has posed:''' Elliot doesn't really have to catch subtle barbs and sarcasm to get that Ellie is constantly ragging on her. She'd have to have grown up on another planet- or else actually be deaf. She glances at the phone that Ellie is holding and then shrugs, tilting her head as she does. "What- can I..." She shakes her head, ending up touching her ear one moe time. Then the blonde produces her own phone. She doesn't start texting or post on twitter, however, she holds the phone up like it's a microphone. "Divided skirts and... seamstresses and... What? I'm sorry. Could you repeat that? I'm not- following... What was that about pigs and horses?" Swine. Swindled. Close enough. "Some of the stores are better than others. Um..." To her phone Elliot adds, "Met girl with awesome buzzcut. Successfully understood nothing she says and got the point anyway. Will probably make sense on review." To Ysabelle she continues with, "What were you looking for- precisely...?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie laughs as Ysabelle says quite honestly that /trousers/ as it were, are for men. She can't help it, she was caught off guard, her laughter is of the hysterical variety, "oh my god, you're priceless, look," she points down at her legs, sure it's leggings, but it's all the same. "I can wear these and be a girl. I can wear freakin' jeans and be a girl. Heck, I could wear a loser suit, and still be a girl. There's no rules that say only men get to wear pants, and if there are, they can suck it." Then comes Ysabelle's stinging remark, and Ellie's laughter feat comes to an abrupt end. Not because she's shocked and offended, but more like, she's shocked she actually heard it. In real life. The woman was a Jane Austen character that Ellie never read for a book report. "Oh you think you're so cool gossiping to Siri or Cortana or ISuckAssistant about me? I'm really hurt dude," Ellie quips at Elliot, before she adds another quick twit about the other person she met today. <MH Mall HotTopic weirdness. Met time travelling nun. #MaryPoppinsInRealLife> 

:'''{{#var:325|Ysabelle (325)}} has posed:''' Ysabelle does look, if only to follow the pointing finger. The leggings, a second skin really, seem scandalous to her sensibilities, but at the same time, she's not /that/ out of the loop that she doesn't know that the female revolution happened. Still, her frown is schooled to a smooth, serene lack of expression. "Just because something /can/ be done, doesn't mean it /should/ be done. I am aware many women fought for the right to be able to wear what they like, and for that I believe you should be greatful." A pause, long enough for Ysabelle to place her hands together, resting them against her lower abdomen... Just like a nun. "However, some things were around for a reason. However long forgotten." And that, it seems, is all the woman wants to say on the matter. The smart phones do catch her attention, and the way the blonde woman is just /talking/ to it especially. The look of surprise is thankfully hidden by the hood; "Ah, yes. I am looking for a seamstress that makes a variety of gowns, high quality and preferrably able to work with lace as well." She pauses, that small frown of consternation returning. "No, wait, they don't ask that anymore do they. Perhaps just a good female tailor? Languge is such a fluid thing isn't it?" And then there's a flush as she realises something. "Oh my! My manners are lacking, I am Ysabelle Orion." A slender hand is offered first to Elliot, and then, surprisingly, Ellie. 

:'''{{#var:349|Elliot (349)}} has posed:''' Elliot hits a couple buttons. The phone actually plays back aloud, "Oh, you think you're so cool? ...." She frowns and then reaches into a pocket and produces an earpiece and tucks it carefully into her right ear. Not the one she was cupping, notably. "Right. Okay." To Ysabelle Elliot offers helpfully, "Really, it seems like people are being charged more money the less cloth they wear. Like some sort of inverse fashion law." The girl takes the offered hand from Ysabelle and then a deep breath, looking between the two in front of her with some care. "Elliot Reed," the girl responds quietly. Then to Ellie she adds, "Why would I think I'm... Cool?" A blank look follows. "The recording has nothing to do with you at all really. I just thought your buzzcut was cute." Yes. Barbie approves of the Sinead O'Connor look. Really. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie still has the expression of someone who walked into a movie that was vastly different from the one they actually got tickets for, like one of those things were Frozen is showing instead of Underworld. Not that Underworld is quality, but you get the difference in tone. "I get it, just because I can kick Smurfette's ass over there, doesn't mean I should, and I'm totally not doing it. That's how nice I am." So...was that a threat, insult, or compliment? Either way, at least she agreed with Ysabelle on something. She also accept the meaning of the women's fight for rights, to, basically everything? "I know, I know, if I could time travel like you, I would go back and kick some misogny out of people's asses. They'd love me in whatever period women were considered furniture, or whatevs." She does offer one last quip at Ysabelle as she mentions looking for a seamstress for gowns and stuff. "Try Disney, they got Mary Poppins hooked, they got Snow White hooked, every frilly little dress you ever dreamed of, they do that shit right." When a hand is extended towards her, Ellie smacks her fingerless gloved hand hard into Ysabelle's hand, a sort of a low-five. "I'm sorry to say but Smurfette there stole my name, so you get hers, you get mine." When Elliot quips back at her, Ellie has to look up from her phone, twice. Just to make sure it really happened, and she didn't accidently inhale some smoke from a druggie nearby. "Yeah? I can help you get one if you like it, I'm real good at it too, save you a fortune on gayass hairdressers who charge, well, a fortunte." 

:'''{{#var:325|Ysabelle (325)}} has posed:''' "Exactly." Ysabelle agrees with Sinead with a smile. "Disney is a little... Ostentatious for my tastes. Besides, who needs a prince to come and save them in this day and age hmm?" Certainly none of the women standing here, she's sure. Ysabelle somehow manages to keep from flexing her hand after the hard low five, even as her paper white skin begins to turn a soft shade of pink thanks to the impact. "We all travel through time dear, it's just that we're constantly moving /forward/." A pause, a smirk. "Even I don't mess with /those/ sorts of laws these days. The cost is always just too great." An honest to goodness shudder runs through the short woman's frame. Finally, her hood returns back to Elliot. "Does your phone tell you anything about a seamstress? If not, I suppose I'll have to look further afield..." 
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518/Opening Day

2017-09-21T20:34:33Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:132|Insect Queen (132)}} has posed:''' It is early in the morning on a Saturday, and the crowd is waiting in line to get to be the first to check out the new goth merchandis store, only a few minutes away from its grand opening! Ads run in some minor goth culture magazines, tweets and messages being passed along through social networks, and plain old word-of-mouth has attracted a small crowd of interested people already. Granted, the shop is nothing special in size, and the crowd is closer to five people than twenty, but it's still not bad for the first day of business, especially so early in the day. "I heard they have, like, special black leather cozies for chains," comments a skinny black-haired teenage girl. "I don't know how they do it, but you get to cover each individual link in its own leather wrapping. With holes, to see the metal underneath. Works on most chains." "No way." "It's totally a thing. Neera told me." "What else did Neera told you?" "They are giving away skull-shaped cupcakes for the opening. Like, not just flat skull silhouettes. Actuall edible skull sculptures." "I hope they have cherry filling." "For the trickling blood effect? That... that would be kind of neat..." "No, I... I just like cherries." While the chatter continues, a clearly non-Goth young woman in much more mainstream (and rather unremarkable) sweater and jeans waiting for the art supply store next door to open, turns to try and listen inconspicuously to the conversation. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, attempting not to intrude into the chatter, but eventually starts to slowly, slowly inch towards the group. 

:'''{{#var:300|Sassa (300)}} has posed:'''     There is another woman here who does not, in any stretch of the imagination, look like she belongs here. By no stretch does a six foot tall woman with auburn hair and green eyes, dressed in two inch heeled black boots, grey slacks, and a grey long sleeved turtleneck. Some would call it power dressing. Regardless, here she is, walking down the street and stopping to slowly turn her emerald eyes towards the crowd gathered. She seems lost in thought for some time, before finally shrugging her shoulders and making her way towards the crowd. Curiosity and all that, no doubt pulling her towards this to see what in the world is going on.     It's the other young woman here, who also seems out in the crowd, that she gravitates towards first. She smiles warmly, and waggles a few fingers in greeting to her. With an accent that screams, not from america, she speaks up softly. "Mornin.." she says first, keeping the smile on her face. She tumbs towars the crowd, "What's going on here?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' A new store for all things goth culture, and it's not a Hot Topic? That's one thing Ellie just has to see for herself. She even paid the fare and time in taking the train all the way to Metropolis, the name was promising after all: Morose Code. Nice ring to it, humor, should have potential. When Ellie arrives, predominantly in black, chains, pyramid studs and spikes all about her leather jacket, pants and boots, it's quite clear she's in the scene. The multitude of piercings and buzz cut are also strong indicators. She is fashionably late, but it also mean she doesn't need to stand in any lines for the opening. But when she does get there, the store is still not open, and there are still people waiting outside. "What the fuck...? Slowpokes," she sighs, and moves to lean on the wall of the store. She knows just how to handle emergencies like this, her phone is drawn from her pocket much faster than a pistol, and her thumb is already speeding across the touchscreen. <MoroseCode more like CloseCode #OpenUpDammnit> 

:'''{{#var:132|Insect Queen (132)}} has posed:''' Violet O'Mara does not seem to notice Ellie's arrival (it's just another goth to her, after all), and turns to face the woman who addressed her. "Oh. Hi," says Violet. "I don't... I'm not sure, actually, trying to figure it out." Her attention shifts to the crowd again. "From what I could pick up, they're opening a new specialty shop, today, and they're giving away free cupcakes or something like that. Which wouldn't be bad. I mean, cupcakes." Free cupcakes, to boot, but she doesn't say that part out loud. There seems to be some movement behind the shop windows, which causes the crowd to turn its attention to it, but that does not last very long. "Look! Up there! In the sky!" It's not a bird, it's not a plane, and, unless Superman recently turned into some sort of truck-sized flying saucer with four-legs, it's definitely not Superman. It is abrupt, it goes from being a speck in the sky to slamming against the ground, creates a shockwave that rocks the whole district. Most people probably won't even get to see it drop at breakneck speed, they'll just hear the ear-splitting impact, the following rumble and feel the ground shaking under their feet. Some members of the Goth crowd turn in time, but most turn too late. And have trouble steadying themselves after the impact. Some of them fall to the ground. The vehicle stands there. Four mechanical legs, crouched like a predator, supporting a large disc. Completely unmoving. Emitting only a faint, very faint hissing sound, barely oudible. As for Violet, she pretty much lost her balance as soon as the wave passed under her feet. 

:'''{{#var:300|Sassa (300)}} has posed:'''     Sassa has, incredible eyesight, and incredible reaction speed and reflexes. As the smoke clears, she is standing directly underneath the vehicle, with both of her fists planted directly in it's underside. No doubt, doing so to help cushion the impact force that it slams in to the ground with. Her strength is incredible and obviously so, though even she is straining. If this thing weighs less than 25 tons, she can lift, however that's not the prime concern for her. To everyone else near by, she yells out at the top of her lungs, "Everyone out! Get out of here now!" With that said, she strains under it attempting to see if she can, in fact, lift it or not. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie isn't one to go with the flow, she's not going to look up just because some crazy person told her to look up. She already seen all the tricks in trying to engage a crowd, she just want the damned store to open up so she can get her free cupcake, and maybe buy some cool paraphernalia. Of course it turns out there actually was something up there, and it does comes down pretty fast. By the time Ellie looks up from her phone, it's just in time to see Sassa move like a streak and catch the damned UFO before it causes real damage. The shockwave from Sassa catching the UFO doesn't do much to Ellie, who was already supporting herself against the wall of the store. "This is one crazy ass promotional stunt," she quips, and immediately twits: <Morose Code ain't even open, already doing lameass promo stunts #IIsDissapoint> 

:'''{{#var:132|Insect Queen (132)}} has posed:''' Most of the goth crowd just stands and stares. A few of them whip out cell phones and start snapping photos, shooting little movies, and texting away. The twits and hashtugs for #MoroseCode start trending. <The actress playing the hero isn't goth at all. Lame. #MoroseCode> <They got the Deathship from the cover art of the @BluesBrooders album 'Crush On You' all wrong. It's square, spiky, and has no legs. #LazyStunts #ResearchYourCoverArt #MoroseCode> <Yeah, yeah, nice. Where are the #Cupcakes? #HungryForSkulls #MoroseCode> The hiss intensifies, vapour is discharged from four nozzles all around the ship, and a dome at the top opens, revealing two large, muscular aliens in animal hides. They look vaguely like brown-skinned nehandertals. They have belts and straps containing all sort of arrows tips, looking more ceremonial than practical, and a dagger (with a shining blade and a futuristic-looking handle) dangle at each side of their belt, where gun holsters would be. "Navigator B'zank, are you sure this is it?" "Yes, Master Trakumil. The readings leave no room for error. The procedure was followed. Find the largest village on the planet, direct the saucer there, and, once over it, find the largest concentration of tanned leather and metal we could pick up." He looks up from the scientific instrument he has been consulting. "This is it. No other place in the city has as much leather and metal as this one. It must be the hunters' guild, o Master Hunter." "Excellent," states Master Hunter Trakumil, and points at the crowd of goths. "I want them captured, their chest ceremonially opened, and their hearts served to me for the ritual dinner. I shall absorb their hunting prowess, and go back to my planet with increased ability." "Thus shall be done, o Master Hunter!" And with a bow, the Navigator presses a button. More hissing, and panels start appearing all around the lower part of the ship... 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie is certainly looking up from her phone now, as the 'aliens' come out and are on the look for a Hunter's Guild. "Oh hell no. Hunter's Guild? What kind of lametards do these idiots think we are...?" Ellie is super upset over this ridiculous attempt to bump up sales with a horrible gimmicky show. "Fuck this, Ellie's out," she announces, before stomping away towards the nearest station. She'll go back to Hot Topic, at least they don't pull off lameass stunts, cupcake be dammned. 

:'''{{#var:300|Sassa (300)}} has posed:'''     Sassa, to her credit, stops trying to lift the, well, whatever in the hells this thing is. No, instead she exhales deeply and walks out from under it a few steps, before deciding that today is as good a day as any to blow her cover, and all these goths have no effing clue what's really going on anyway. With that, she stands infront of their vessel for but a moment before slowly, and steadily, rising in to the air with her arms folded just about her bustline. She glares down at the two large, /men/, /aliens/, /whatever./ "Alright boys, that's enough of what ever it is you think you're doing. These children have no clue what's going on, so, if you'd be so kind? Leave. Now. While I am giving you the choice." She is, very serious, and obviously so. If they intend to stay, it /will/ be a fight. 

:'''{{#var:132|Insect Queen (132)}} has posed:''' Cell phones start being enveloped by lightning bolts. Zap. Bzz. Crackle. All that. People have to just drop them on the ground abruptly. "Aw, man!" "No!" "I hadn't managed to upload the movie!" "My pictures!" "It doesn't work anymore!" "What kind of stunt is this? If you break our phones-" A slow realization spreads. People look at each other, in silence. "...this isn't a stunt." And those who aren't frozen in place with fear, start running for their life. Violet, still lying uncerimoniously on the ground, lags a bit behind the crowd, but after a little while, her eyes widen with understanding. "...no..." Her look is of pure panic, of pure terror, of a primal fright that takes over her whole body in a frenzy, and she straightens her back, reaches for her purse to rummage into it. She pulls out her smartphone, and taps like crazy on it. "NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screams, still on her knees. "For one time I had managed to save up /something/!" The two men, aliens, whatever look at each other, confused. And then return to face Sassa. "This must be the Master Huntress of this planet." says the Navigator, quietly, leaning towards Master Hunter Trakumil. "You shall be the first to undergo the Opening Day ritual." states Trakumil, "You shall get back to the ground, now. You may struggle and scream while we remove your heart." "In fact, " chimes in the navigator, "that will be really appreciated." "You will not wander around," continues the Master Hunter, "or assist your hunters at all while we do so, nor receive assistance from them." The panels underneath the ship finally open, and hunting robots are lowered. Half of them are large, bulky bipedal things, while others are four-legged ones not unlike sleuths. The humanoid ones are armed with nets, bows and arrows, and guns. 

:'''{{#var:300|Sassa (300)}} has posed:'''     Sassa rolls her eyes and lets out a rather deep exhale before floating towards the navigator first, the one that seems the weakest. She reaches out, snatches him up in hand, and attempts to toss him like a rag doll, straight up in the air. She then looks to this /master hunter/ and glares in to his face. "I'm going to say this again, Leave. Now. While I give you the choice to leave alive. If you so much as harm a single person, I will not hesitate to end you. I do hope you understand me? Seeing as you seem to speak our language." She looks down a moment to the robots, "If, those things take a single step? I'l destroy them all, and you /will/ be next. There's no negotiaton here, so I'd take the only offer you're going to get." 

:'''{{#var:132|Insect Queen (132)}} has posed:''' While the Navigator may scream when he's tossed over, The Master Hunter, more pragmatically, hurries to slam on a big yellow button in front of him. A transparent bubble of energy appears where the dome used to be, encasing the previously open navigation post. "You should not have done this, woman!" The angry voice of the Master Hunter is relayed by a speaker right on the outside of the saucer. "The robots have been started. There is no way to recall them until they have accomplished their mission. Your people will pay for what you did to the Navigator!" Meanwhile, hunting robots have started throwing nets at the goths, and shooting them with tranq guns and tranq arrows. As the aliens implied earlier, they seem to want them alive for their ritual. Being the sitting duck she is, Violet is caught soon enough in a net. Her 'help, help!' mixes with that of all other non-sedated people. At the same time, the Master Hunter starts to operate the saucer, to use the legs to raise it above Sassa, and crush her with the weight. It didn't work the first time, but, who knows, maybe second time's the charm. 

:'''{{#var:300|Sassa (300)}} has posed:'''     It wont work this time either. Sassa dodges the attempt from the saucer to to crush her. Instead, turning to face the robots as they go about this attempt to catch and sedate all these people. Sassa turns back to the master hunter for a moment, a look in her eyes that would scream to any normal person, I warned you, is shot his direction. She does not linger though and soon turns to engage the robots in close combat. A an area of expertise of hers by the looks. Her focus is their destruction, and protecting what people she can, in any way she can. With only her bare hands though, her strength and combat skills will have to do. Unfortunatly for Violet no doubt, Sassa doesn't single her out from anyone else, attempting to save everyone by guardian people with her own body, ripping people out of nets, and slamming in to robots with the force of dozens of tons of impact. 

:'''{{#var:132|Insect Queen (132)}} has posed:''' The robots are strong. Very strong. But it takes Sassa a couple of blows at most, maybe three in the worst case, to down each of them. Sometimes the dog may gang up on her, but still, no real challenge there. A whirring comes from the second crater, the one where the saucer is lying in after the attempt at crushing Sassa. It takes a few seconds for it to rise again, and steady itself. It turns, slowly, on its leng, a loud *THUD* on the ground at each re-orienting step. A hole opens in the front, and a bright light progressively increases in intensity. It appears a plasma cannon is charging. Violet, in the meantime, notices that the robots, confused by the sudden moving of the saucer, is taking a side detour through an alley. Her hope that, by standing perfectly still and not putting up any fight, is confirmed. Well, not that she /could/ fight in the first place, but her hope that this inability would have helped, worked. She takes a look at the back of the robot who's dragging her net along like a sack, and she sighs. "I didn't want to do this, but..." She pulls a scarab amulet out from her sweater, closes her eyes, whimpers, and gives the amulet a determined push. 

:'''{{#var:300|Sassa (300)}} has posed:'''     Sassa's attention is locked on the robots, on destroying them, and saving lives. That is, until she hears the saucer move again, and she hears a sound and sees the bright light of something no doubt dangerous beyond all measure. To many lives on the line here, far far to many. She notices one of the bots scampering off with Violet, but she has to make a decision. Stand in the way of whatever this is and save /lives/ or fly off after a robot and save one life? She makes a decision that she'll no doubt regret regardless and spins around flying straight for the plasma cannon. Her intent? Block the shot of it with her body as best she can. 

:'''{{#var:132|Insect Queen (132)}} has posed:''' The whirring reaches maximum pitch. BLAM! A blinding flash of light departs from the ship, and hits Sassa's figure straight on. The onlookers stare at the impact, agape. Some instinctively reach for their now broken and lost smartphones. Perhaps because of the EMP blast of the cannon, or perhaps because of the energy required, the forcefield ripples and flickers, occasionally appearing in various colors, and disappearing at moments. Looks like it's already started to self-repairing. For the time being, nothing is seen or heard from Violet. 

:'''{{#var:300|Sassa (300)}} has posed:'''     So much for the new store, as Sassa takes the blast head on and it sends her flying backwards. She impacts the side of the building, dust, debris, bricks and mortar, glass and all manner of things exploding about her as her form continues through that first wall and slams in to the second. The second wall, doesn't hold her form anymore than the first and buckles in a shower of more dust and debris as she slames in to, and through it. Finally, wall number three stops her momentum as she slams in to it with enough force to crack it before falling face first in to the ground with a thud. It's Violet's turn now, or anyone elses, as first glance appears to have done some damage to the woman. 

:'''{{#var:132|Insect Queen (132)}} has posed:''' Out of the alley Violet's captor robot had disappeared, a statuesque four-armed six-feet tall redhead with green eyes steps out, sporting a chitinous armour, a large pair of wings on her back. and feelers on her head. "Now I am really angry." She exclaims, tapping a torn-off robot arm on the palm of her top hand, while she cracks the knuckles of her bottom pair of hands. "You just do not go about attempting to rip off /my/ heart." Well, she needs to work a bit on heroic selfishness, but it's a start. "I normally have to rein in my instincts, but this time I am sure I-know-who will have nothing to say against what I'm about to do." She growls, and snapping her fingers, a cloud of wasps, hornets, mosquitoes and various other nasty bugs flies in from the nearby area, converging towards the cockpit with the flickering forcefield as a focal point. "You, vermin!" She snarls at a terrified goth boy trapped in a net, whose captor robot has been destroyed by Sassa, earlier. "Where is the fighting, flying humanoid." She points the disembodied robot arm she was playing with earlier. "I- I don't know! T- there was a flash and- and I think she w-was blasted that way! S...she's probably dead!" The goth's voice cracks at the end, be it for fear or sorrow about the hero's sacrifice, while his trembling hand points towards the Sassa-shaped hole in the wall. The Insect Queen raises her chin, and through half-lifted eyes, she reflects for a moment. She sniffs the ionized air, quietly, a couple of times. "Mmmm. Plasma-roasted human flesh." she comments, licking her lips. "She seemed powerful, maybe I will be absorbe some DNA samples as well. A proficuous business lunch." 

:'''{{#var:300|Sassa (300)}} has posed:'''     Sassa will not be a lunch today, not for anyone. After a few moments of rest, she returns to the fight the only way she knows how. She lifts herself up slowly, and hovers in the air for a split second before flying fists first in the enemy saucer at near mach one. To the average on looker, it's almost a blur as she moves from a dead stand still hover to nearly seven hundred miles per hour in just a few seconds. The acceleration must be intense, as well as the forces exerted on her body. Not mention, the sheer impact and tonnage of her physical strength slamming in to the vehile with such force.     As she flies by, the air itself is compressed by her moving through it, causing all of that previous dust and debris to go flying and not doubt disturbing the insect queens bugs in flight. There's a sheer rage to her counter attack that might see her forget to hold back. 

:'''{{#var:132|Insect Queen (132)}} has posed:''' When the forcefield flickered through the flying insect, it had an effect similar to a bug zapper. The forcefield eventually re-stabilizes, but a good number of insects had already managed to get through, and started stinging. Matster Hunter Trakumil was busy swatting at them, to no avil. Can you imagine being locked inside a car full of angry wasps and hornets? Well, Master Hunter doesn't have to. Unable to control the saucer, Sassa's impact manages to give the fatal blow to the already weakened structure, piercing a hole right through it. That thing is not going to fly anytime soon. The Insect Queen, currently busy shooting webs at the robots to jam their movements, turns towards the focus of the action. "Oh, look," she smirks. "Looks like someone else is flailing and screaming while they're being not-so-ritually opened." "Hey, Humanoid!" She yells, in Sassa's direction, trying to reinforce her message through telepathy (but with humans, it's a bit hit-or-miss if telepathy will work -- depends on the single individual). "Rip that ship's heart out while we're at it. Give them a taste of her own medicine!" 

:'''{{#var:300|Sassa (300)}} has posed:'''     Telepathy does work with Sassa and it does indeed make sure the message gets across. For only a moment she looks around to the source of the voice, sees that it's this insect like thing, and despite being a bit freaked out, she nods and chooses to grab the Master hunter by the scruff. She throws him out of his vehicle, and proceeds to smash the every loving beejebus out of the control consoles inside.     Once that's done, she floats out side and searches for the /master/ hunter. He has her full attenion, and her full fury. Standing over him, the battered woman, clothes torn to shreds by the blast but still enough present to keep her decent. She leans down, and grabs him by the scruff, leans in and whispers. "I wonder master hunter, do you like to fly?" she asks of him, a calm rage in her eyes. She pauses for a moment, and slowly lifts him up in the air as she floats skywards at a steady snails pace. "Do you like harming innocents? Do you enjoy hunting those that can't fight back? My people respected what we hunted and we used the full animal. It's fur, its meat, all of it. We gave thanks to it for providing to us. You? You think you can hunt /people/ and get away with it?" She pauses again, to look back to his saucer before looking back at him. "I told you, you had once chance to take my offer.." 

:'''{{#var:132|Insect Queen (132)}} has posed:''' The Master Hunter, face swollen and made unrecognisable by insect stings, turns his... well, his eyes are nowhere to be seen, what with the current bug-induced deformity of his face. "What are you rambling about, woman! Innocents? We always make sure to challenge the best hunters on the planet we land on! We apply the Sacred Ruled of Fair Combat!" Despite what must be unbearable pain, he lifts his arm, equally stung and swollen, and starts counting on his fingers, "One. You shall find only the largest village one the planet. Two, find the best hunters on the planet. Three, engage only them, and no non-hunters who can't fight back." He stirs and gathers some force to address Sassa again. "This is where you keep your metal weapons, where you keep your leather spoils!" he says, gesturing in the general direction of the now destroyed Morose Code, which, coincidentally, happened to sit right next to a couch-and-armchair store (on the other side of the art supply store, of course), and a hardware store. "The rules have been followed, and no superior weapon was used unless it was proven the individual was a match! We shot only /you/ with that plasma cannon!" Well, that explains why Sassa could get it so head-on. It was a bullet with her name on it. Well, a plasma bolt. Can... can you even /write/ on a plasma bolt? 

:'''{{#var:300|Sassa (300)}} has posed:'''     Sassa glares and presses her forehead to the Aliens, "Come here.." she says to him behind gritted teeth as she holds to him. He has no choice by the looks of things, considering he's floating in mid air and held by Sassa directly.     She floats him over to the store, "Look.." she says, as she forces his gaze in to the destroyed store. "Clothing. Items for non hunters to enjoy. Not a single weapon. Not a single thing devoted to hunting." She turns him around again to face her, "You attacked unarmed and defenseless people!" she snaps out at him, at the tops of her lungs. The anger there, is palpable. "Now, I give you a choice. Live, and go away from this place and it's people never to return again." Pause. "Or die. You choose.." 

:'''{{#var:132|Insect Queen (132)}} has posed:''' The Master Hunter's lips quiver. He stays silent for a few seconds. "Life," is all he says. He's swelling really badly, and talking may be a problem for him. He coughs, and coughing seems to cause him to convulse again, after which he attempts to press himself closer to Sassa. "Y...you..." A cough. "You are not like the others." He wheezes. "Just- what /are/ you?" 

:'''{{#var:300|Sassa (300)}} has posed:'''     "One of this worlds many protectors, just like her.." she replies as she thumbs at the Insect Queen. "This world? Earth? This world is OFF LIMITS" she snaps at him again. "Be glad, that I am merciful and understanding." She slowly floats to the ground and lets him down as she remains floating above the ground herself. "You, leave, now. Do. Not. Come. Back."     With that said and done, she turns on heel and looks to see if IQ's done the rest of the dirty work to finish up the robots. She floats over to her and finally lands down on her feet. "I, have no idea what you are, but thank you for the help.." she says softly. 

:'''{{#var:132|Insect Queen (132)}} has posed:''' Insect Queen, having safely incapacitated, if not destroyed, most of the robots, by wrapping them in sticky webbed coccoons, looks up from her packaging work. She gives Sassa a look from head to toe, and backwars, then returns to work. "You have no idea of what I am? Well, I could say the same about you." A little more web-work. "I am the Insect Queen," she finally states. "'Your Majesty' will also be accepted, as will 'Supreme Ruler', and 'Magnificent One'. Extemporaneous titles found to be appropriate will be rewarded." "You have rendered a good service, today, as well. This planet is complicated already, the last thing we needed was senseless troublemakers." She finishes up her little sausage-shaped package of... alien thread-like substance, for lack of a better word, and raises to her full height. 

:'''{{#var:300|Sassa (300)}} has posed:'''     Sassa blinks a few times, confused, but chooses not to give some random bug lady such titles or honorifics. "Ah, well, what I am isn't really all that important either. Though, thank you for helping me with this..." she adds as she looks down and dusts herself off. "I'm going to need new clothes.." she adds, a deep exhale escaping her lips. "I take it you and I should contact law enforcement and then be on our way?" she asks, though, as she ends the question, sirens can be heard in the distance. "Ah, well, there they are. If you'd be so kind as to see to these robots? I'd like to take my leave..." 

:'''{{#var:132|Insect Queen (132)}} has posed:''' Insect Queen scoffs, "I am not contacting law enforcement. They are nothing but trouble. You may do it at your leisure when you best feel like it." She gives Sassa another once over, then shakes her head. "Humans. How did your species not evolve to grow your own armour? You are really..." She waits for a moment, then continues, cautiously, "really strange." And then she notices the arrival of law enforcement. "No, I think I will be on my way, thank you." She says, and flicks her top-righ hand in dismissal. She hops in the air, her large wings keeping her hovering a couple of inches off the ground, and immediately after, she shrinks down to a few inches in size, and with a last nod of acknowledgement to Sassa, she turns to fly away from the scene of the crime. 

:'''{{#var:300|Sassa (300)}} has posed:'''     Sassa exhales deeply and slowly rises in to the air as the LEO's arrive. With that, she takes her leave flying off in to the grand blue sky. 
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447/Schoooool's Out, For EVER

2017-09-21T20:26:03Z

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|Date of Scene=2017/05/16
|Location=Xavier Institute Pool
|Synopsis=Poolside shenanigans, ending mostly with Havok ruining everything for everyone.
|Cast of Characters=16, 14, 117, 145, 95, 281, 114, 210, 128
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue is lougning in a poolside chair with a bikini on and some large stylish sunglasses over her eyes. She's got a tablet computer in her hands and she's reading it while a few students are in the pool horsing around. Rogue is in a dark green bikini and has a robe draped over the back of her lounge chair so she can put it on to hide from people if she has to get up and move around. When Remy went under the water to go stalk the other students in the pool, Rogue looked up from her lounge chair and whistled to get their attention, then pointed at the water where the Cajun was Jaws'ing his way toward them. "Let loose, your frenzied feet, ya'll." Rogue told them with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' Remy stops as the bubbles and toes start wooshing past his face and without too much concern he grabs one by the ankle and pulls her under before being pushed away by her now much closer feet. Giggling as he comes back up and the girl is now the only one with wet hair, Remy cackles madly like some of the super villain's on the tv-stories. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue smirked at the antics in the pool. She was quite used to not being able to join in on that stuff though, plus she was happily warm in the sunshine of the afternoon sky. She lifted her sunglasses up ontop of her head and she stared at them though and shook her head. "You're gonna be the pool troll all summe'ah then huh, is that it?" She asked out to the cackling man, laying the tablet computer down onto her lap for a moment. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' With in now in the summer term, Tatum's home ec class is considerably smaller. Which means less work load. Which means, more pool time! Wearing a pin-up style bikini, black with white polkadots and red trim, Tate strides in in her matching wide heels and a large brimmed hat. She waves to the others by the pool and heads over to Rogue to lounge beside her. Pulling out her sunscreen spf 65 from her beach satchel, Tatum smiles to Anna. "So, what are your plans now that you are finally free of us. Moving into the city? Staying here for college?" 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "Of course I'm gonna be t'e pool troll. t'e proll..." Remy says playfull before he lifts his hand to wave at Tatum from the water when the girl he pulled under moments ago jumps on his back to push him back under the water. "blrrrble plooopopoppo!" He says under the surface before breaching and turning his attention back to Emily. "T'at's it! You fail m' class next year fo' t'at!" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana (145)}} has posed:'''     She's not dressed for a dip in the pool, but she is dressed for spending time out doors at least. Pair of shorts, lightweight shirt. Sandals. Even her hair's been wrangled into a ponytail. it seems, for the most part, Illyana's going from Point A to Point B and using the pool as part of the path to get there. The pool and it's occupants are given a cursory glance before she glances towards those sunbathing. It's only then that she slows her walk - and tosses in a side step to avoid getting wet from any errant splashing - and gives a wave towards Rogue and TAtum, "Afternoon." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue smirked at Remy's goofery in the pool and then looked over at Tater when she arrived and took the lounge chair on her right that had Remy's towel on it. "Nah." Rogue said then to the questions. "I don't graduate until August... I still gotta test through all my missed classes..." She frowned then and picked the tablet computer up off of her lap and set it on the table to her right. "Afte'ah that, I'd LIKE t'go to college in Paris. But... thats probably about as likely as goin' t'Mars for school." Rogue laid her head back on the lounger until she heard Illy's voice and then she looked up and at Illyana and smiled at her. "Heya, Hotness." She offered to the other student. "Welcome t'the party. All summe'ah long, no admittance fees." She nodded out to the pool then. "But the weirdo in the wate'ah might dunk ya and then cackle like a right-creepe'ah." 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tate waves over to Remy, stroking the sunscreen on her pale legs. Wanting the warmth of the sun, yes. Wanting freckles or a tan, no. Her two tattoos are visible in the bikini, something that looks like a vicious animal bite on her right shoulder, and an equally vicious claw wound on her ribs on the right hand side. "Have you tried talking to the Professor? He might have some friends over in Paris that are willing to help you out with the whole staying in Paris to go to school thing." Tate waggles her fingers at Illy when she arrives. "Well, that weirdo in the water ain't gonna catch me in there, so I'm safe at least." 

:'''{{#var:14|Gambit (14)}} has posed:''' "Y'all ain' no fun." Remy says to the trio of women before splashing at them once and diving back under before repercussions could be levied. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana (145)}} has posed:'''     Incoming splash? Illyana's now standing behind Rogue's lounge. Though, she does give a bit of a smirk at the name she gets called. "Oh, it's not the weirdo in the pool I'm worried about," she comments idly, in that half bored tone of voice she tends to use, "It's the impact of chlorine on my hair. Last time I attempted this, I had a green cast. Not my color." She then pauses and gives a couple of oohs at Tatum's body artwork. Not commenting, she does crouch slightly to get a better viewpoint from where she's standing. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue felt the water hit her sun-warmed skin and it felt instantly ice-cold even if that was an overstatement. She tensed up some and then glared at Remy. "Pool trolls get locked outta rooms at night." She told him before lowering her fancy sunglasses down over her eyes and laying her head back on the lounger. She looked back over at Tatum then. "Last time I talked t'the professah about serious stuff, he told me.." She cleared her throat and then did her best British accent. "Stop trying to go up so fast, young Rogue." mimmicking the Professor's speech patterns. Her bare shoulders shrugged then and she glanced at Magik. "Don't tell Lorna that." She said about the green-hue effect. "You'll make her all self conscious." She said with a flashed grin. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tatum glares at Remy when his splashing gets her legs wet. "I *just* got my sunscreen on. Brute." She smiles and rolls her eyes, in spite of her words, and goes back to applying her sunscreen. "Well, you want to go to college. You finished high school, so it's sorta the right time to be thinking about that shi... stuff." She huffs, blowing up her bangs as she barely doesn't catch herself from swearing. "Lorna has a different complexion. And besides, Illy has a totally different esthetic." She spots Illyana looking at her ink and stretches to let the one on her ribs show more. "I want more, but never know what to get. So, I end up getting nothing at all." 

:'''{{#var:95|Hank (95)}} has posed:''' Beast lopes out of the mansion proper with a beach towel draped over his shoulders, a pair of customized raybans perched on his pseudo-felinoid snout and... well the only other thing breaking up his blue fur is the equally dark blue speedo he wears. It's not much of a fashion statement for him, even though he can darn well pull it off, as it is a practicality for his cat-ape form. He is only knuckle walking with one hand, the other holding a tray laden with ice cold (and no-alcoholic) beverages "Ahh, the perfect time to bathe in the mutagenicly stimulating solar radiation of our stellar primary and ingest our daily dose of vit-a-min D." he says dryly, then stops and looks around at all the other three quarters nekkid associates. "I do hope you are all wearing protection." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana (145)}} has posed:'''     "I've had worse," Illyana says absently while regarding Tatum's ink. Totally not worried about the sun and all the damage it can do. "Very nice. Compliments to the artist," she says to the woman before nodding her agreement. "Ms. Dane has gorgeous hair. It's not 'I spent all day in the pool and absorbed chlorine' color." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue looekd up as Remy made for the pool house likely to raid the food from the party left over from last weekend. She then heard the other's talking and was about to turn and add-in on it until... Hank arrived in speedo and all. Rogue's eyes peered at him, but they were hidden behind sunglasses. "I realize I've only been here for about five months or somethin', ya'll... But this place never ceases t'amaze me with exactly what kinda messed up things just suddenly 'happen' here." Was her comment to the others nearby to her. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Smiling upon seeing Beast joining them, Tatum winks. "I don't think Anna is capable of getting me pregnant," she responds with a straight face, waiting a moment before her devilish smirk shows up. "I can't speak for the other two, but there is no way I'm laying out here without sunblock. Nothing less goth then a goth with a tan." She reaches out to grab one of the beverages off the tray. "We were just talking about Anna's college prospects. She wants to go to college in Paris." 

:'''{{#var:95|Hank (95)}} has posed:''' Beast circles the pool, offering each of the ladies a tall refreshing glass of Virgin Mimosa with a wedge of fresh lime and a few sprigs of even fresher mint from the school's herb garden. "And in what way did this finally come to you, Miss Rogue? And what, exactly, triggered this epiphany?" he asks, oblivious as if to if he was said trigger. For a guy who is sometimes bashful and flustered because of his mutation , he is oddly comfortable NOT wearing clothes. Might be genetic. Glasses passed out, he lowers himself into the lounger next to Tatum.. without hesitation. Oh, he doesn't take her hand or make any overt signs of affection but.. this is a big step, not awkwardly keeping seperate. He DOES offer her a glass. "Paris? Oh my stars and garters, Why? Besides Culinary and, ugh, Art school, I can't think of any other useful contribution a Parisian higher education institution has offered the world the past century. Even the best french scientists usually get their degrees from Sweden.. or Belgium." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana (145)}} has posed:'''     The offered glass of mimosa is taken, and Illyana eyeballs it as if Beast just gave her something straight from Limbo's kitchen. But she settles down at the edge of the pool, removing her sandals so she can stick her feet in the cold water (as she is the onlyo ne without a suit) and lightly kick about. The fact her teacher is running around in a small strip of cloth seems irrelevant. Though, TAtum's comment about the /type/ of protection? That gets an owlish blink from those wide blue eyes before she just lets out a light little laugh. "Paris is pretty in pictures," she does contribute to the converesation about said location, but she quiets down, and sips her drink, so she may hear Rogue's reasons for this consideration. The rest of her attention will be devoted to giving withering looks to any of the other students in the pool that drift too near her personal bubble. She makes an active effort to make sure that doesn't take up half the pool itself and keep it truly personal. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue accepted the drink glass from Beast and even gave him a smile for being so considerate as to offer one to her. She sat back in the lounger then and heard the questions as to 'why'. Sniffing the drink, then sipping it, Rogue shrugged her shoulders. "My mothe'ah used t'read my romance novels set in Paris when I was a kid... nothin' trashy, mind ya... good stuff. She did it t'help me learn t'speak the language, and because she always wanted t'go there herself. So she just, passed the love'a the city off on me, as well as the country it resides in, really." Rogue sipped the drink and then added a little further. "She didn't eve'ah getta go though, so I just... wanna go for her, in her place." The drink was then set on the table beside her and she looked over at the others. "I mean, it sure beats goin' t'some shit community college around here, doesn't it?" Rogue did NOT shy away from the word like Tatum had moments ago. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tate does notice that Hank sits in the lounge next to her and smiles. She doesn't reach out to touch him, letting him have his space and just happy that he isn't outright denying that there is anything going on between them. Her tattoos are on display with her being in a bikini, but she ignores them or their possible significance. Noticing Illyana's large eyes, Tatum has to laugh. "I keep forgetting how much younger you are then the Illyana from my world. Sorry, Illy. I'll try to keep my jokes more PG rated." After a sip of her mimosa, Tate resumes the application of sunblock, making sure her arms and shoulders are also protected. "I think it's a lovely idea. It gets you out there travelling, works on your education, meeting new people. Hell, that alone is an education in and of itself." 

:'''{{#var:95|Hank (95)}} has posed:''' Beast's mimosa has a nice twirly straw stuck in it and he takes a slow sip from his beverage.. Then he frowns and dips his raybans down to peer over their tops at Rogue. "Language, Miss Anne-Marie." he admonishes the older teenager, then tips up his glasses again. "And I am sure your mother's romance novels were probably more tasteful then the gamut of 'Bodice Rippers' we see these days, what with their innuendo laden titles and scantily clad golden skinned Fabio-wannabes who somehow lost their shirts in the mildest of breezes, on the cover." Of course he believes no such thing. To Magick he offers a sympathetic (and snaggletoothed) smile before looking to Tatum. "Travelling the world is one thing. of course every young person should do so, to get a sense of the world we live in. But what about after?" he looks back to Rogue. "Your grades alone should allow you toe get into almost any college or university you want. If you aren't confident about that then /I/ will write you a letter of recomendation. Any teacher here would." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana (145)}} has posed:'''     "Just more surprised the joke was made," says Illyana to Tatum, who still has some lingering 'Teachers are stiffs in and out of the classroom' to work through. Obviously. Considering one teacher's making sex-related jokes and the other is in a speedo. It's kind of surreal. "Oooooh.... /that/ explains it," she then responds to notion of having met another of her. She doesn't expand on what 'it' is, though Tatum probably would know given she's the subject of it.     To the notion of Bodice Rippers, she rolls her eyes. Taking her straw she twirls it in her glass. "I could never read those," she idly comments before taking a sip. "I'd get to the first 'Why don't you just stab him in the face?' moment, and I'd be done." There's a pause. "They tend to have a lot of those moments." Mmm. Face stabbing. And she takes another sip like that didn't get said at all.     "What would you study?" She again brings the subject up for Rogue to contemplate, and there seems to be an earnest note of curiosity there, complete with a slight tilt of her head. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue smiled at Beast's willingness to give her good word for future schooling. "Why thank ya, Doctor McCoy." She said back at him before taking that drink he'd brought and sipping it once more. Rogue nodded her head then to what the others said in-general. "I've hit mosta the place sin the US that I wanted t'go to growin' up, but my EU map is still completely outouched... so I'm itchin' t'get started on that. I just..." She grinned a little. "Got no funds. Which is one'a the reasons I wanted t'get a job this summe'ah, but the Professah said it was a bad idea t'take my focus off'a gettin' tested outta Highschool." At Magik, Rogue then looked and her head was shook side to side. "Not sure yet... I've had fun being a TA t'Lorna's classes. Maybe teachin', maybe not though. Its one'a the things I think I might figure out if I did some more travelin'." 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tatum looks to Illyana and nods. "That would explain it, yes," she replies, also not expanding on what 'it' is. "Back where I came from, you were my age and were the one that got me here at the Institute. You also told me that my style was a little too ghetto and started spoiling me with good clothes that I now can't live without. So, yeah, I have you to blame for my huge clothing bill each month." "I'm not a big fan of romance novels myself. Trying to read the top 200 must reads right now. Started 'To Kill A Mockingbird' but I keep having to take breaks because it starts making me so mad." She takes a long slow sip of her mimosa. "You know, Anne, you were the french teacher back on my world. Might be something you want to consider." 

:'''{{#var:95|Hank (95)}} has posed:''' It is now Magick's turn to get an 'old fashioned' look over the top of Beast's raybans, a furry(er) brow raised quizzically. "While I can share your... lascivious sentiment regarding faces and piercing implements, at least philosophically... I have to wonder if we should have you get at least a wee bit of counselling to help reign in your potentially... stabitty tendencies." he says with a bit of amusement. To Rogue he offers a grin. "Well if you are still set on travelling the rail lines and hiking trails of europe when you graduate, then please do tell us. I, and a number of faculty, have many friends and acquaintances on the continent who would look out for you." he assures her. Finally he casts a glance at Tatum, rolling his eyes but still grinning. "What did we talk about regarding your comparisons of quantum duplicates of individuals occupying parallel yet different space-time continuums?" he asks? 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana takes the 'blame' for clothing and their huge bills by doing an exaggerated hair flip. She's humble here, see? "Oh, would you /really/ want to punish the poor impending counsellor with that?" She'd make anyone with a psychology degree that takes a stab (haha) at her run out of the mansion screamning. She even smiles here imagining the fun she could have with that person. "There's no hurry I suppose," she says to Rogue of deciding on what to do. "And I'm certain there's more to French Universities than arts. Though art isn't so bad," says the little sister of an artist. And then her nose wrinkles. "That sounded so.... sciency." No guess what that was to. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue canted her head at what Tater revealed them. "I was?" She asked her. "Here?" She asked further, then her eyes narrowed a little bit. "Are you really supposed t'be tellin' us stuff like that?" She asked yet further, then looking to Beast. "Didn't they tell us in that Back t'the Future movie that tellin' us stuff like that will make the world explode?" She wasn't terribly science-savvy. But then she just nodded her head at Beast and grinned. "Now that sounds like something I need t'do then... just totally hippy my way across Europe. Be all sweaty and stinky, hittin' up random people's places that don't mind me hangin' out for a night." A light grin was shown to Magik then before she sipped from that drink once more. A moment later and she shook her head. "I wish I could say that I was goin' there t'be some amazin' artist... but I'd be just bullshittin' everyone. I can't even draw a stick figure right." She glanced over at Beast then and frowned. "Please don't suggest a Swear Jar. I don't have losoe change on me, eve'ah!" 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Looking to Hank as he admonishes her, Tatum has a hint of a smile as she looks mildly abashed. "That the people here aren't the same as the ones from home and I shouldn't try to influence them to follow a path that they might not have followed if not for my interference." She then turns back to her drink, placing her hand in front of her mouth while she sips through the straw and hiding that she is saying something under her breath for the keen ears of the Beast. "Nah, no swear jar. Just some KP duty. Dishes, bathrooms. You know, the stuff everyone hates." 

:'''{{#var:95|Hank (95)}} has posed:''' Beast sighs "We attempted a swear jar once, Anne-Marie. Alas, Logan's customarily copious curing filled the jar in less than Three days with a mixture of canadian nickles, beer can tabs and at least one cigar stub." he says with a decisive sniff. "So we can definitely assume it was an experiment with.. sadly mixed result." He then looks back to Tatum and his smile softens. "Well... you quoted me early verbatim. It is gratifying to learn that /someone/ finds my views interesting." he tells her, then blinks... wait.. could that be taken wrong? Ahem. Illyanna.. Right. "When the Councillor in question could, conceivably, make you cluck like chicken and make you believe you were a three hundred pound man named Gertle.. then no, I have no qualms sending you to them." he jests and raises his glass, then sips from it. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana (145)}} has posed:'''     The concept of her clucking like a chicken actually has the sorceress laughing outright at that. "Professor Xavier has better things to do than to curb my mental imaginings of stabbing Fabio-wannabes," She's using your term here, Hank. "Especially via psychic fowl play." She trails off there, to let the pair get all... whatever it is that couples do in front of other people. Other than make the demonic part of her rear it's head up and be disgusted. She covers her expression with another drink. "What is in this?" She asks before turning to Rogue. "I think that's just time travel... I don't think reality implodes via alternative universe duplicates. If that was the case then L...my old school wouldn't exist anymore." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue listened to Beast's rundown of the swear jar and it made her grin in amusement but she didn't say much more on it cause she didn't want to try to inspire a re-tooling of the evil jar. At Tatum she grinned and her head shook side to side. "French Teache'ah would be kinda badass though... I'd like t'walk around the halls tellin' fools what t'do like Beasty there does." She nodded in his direction. "Don't know if I'd do it in a speedo... but still." Another sip of her drink was taken from where she was laying back on the lounge chair, and her sunglasses coverd eyes went back to Magik, she smiled at her. "She kinda did both though... by the sound of it. She said I was like... six years olde'ah than I am now. All'a us were, in fact... So its both, I think?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie can be seen approaching the pool area from the backyard, but she slows her pace considerably when she sees the gathering, when she set out earlier the pool was empty. She quickly holds up her phone, flicks her thumb exertly across the screen and dips it back in the pocket of her spikey jacket, she approaches further and then stops a short distance from the pool. She is clearly not dressed for the pool, but she also doesn't announce herself or anything, her eyes just skim the area, looking from one person, to the next, and then eventually literally stares at Beast. She did not anticipate she'll see the Biology Teacher in this getup today. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' "Yep! You'd almost think I listen to you or something. As to the view.... " Tatum takes a moment to look over the speedo clad Beast and smiles. "No comment. For now," she tells him with a smirk and then leans back to enjoy the mimosa. "I do find it weird that all of you are younger here, but its 8 years in my future. Makes no sense to me. And you might be right, Anne. With the Anne from my world being six years older then you, maybe she did already see the world. Whatever makes you happy girl, you got my support. If I still had money, I would totally help you out. Now, the only money I have is trying to teach you buggers how to cook." 

:'''{{#var:95|Hank (95)}} has posed:''' Beast sighs and shakes his head, ignoring the Councillor talk and instead focusing on the implications of inter-dimensional cross-contamination. " It's not as simple as the collapse of the quantum foam as median-dimensional frequencies reach a zero potential." he states. "It's more.. philosophical then that. Say, for example, Jane A knows Bob A, from her reality. Bob A is actually, I don't know.. lets say he is Spider-Man and in his reality he publicly released his identity." "Now lets say Jane A somehow translates into a new but parallel continuum where much is the same but not everything. Lets say that in Continuum B that Bob B did NOT reveal he is Spider-Man. But Jane A tells everyone that in HER reality Bob A is Spider-man.. Do you see the quandary here?" he asks /everyone/, in full lecture mode. He knows he sort of railroaded over the other conversations but... he /is/ a teacher even if he is in a blue speedo, and only because every other kind of lowerwear makes his fur bunch and itch . He notes the arrival of Ellie and offers her a friendly nod. And gives a less friendly and quisitive look at Tatum. "Yes.. No comment." he deadpans, then blows a raspberry before laying back in his lounger. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana (145)}} has posed:'''     Beast goes on and on and on and on and... are Illyana's eyes crossing? Yup, they totally did. She lifts her hand and rubs her eeyes with thumb and forefinger. "My kingdom for an imp to throw," she mumbles under her breath. She glance away just as Ellie happens upon the scene. She lifts up a foot from the pool to waggle bare toes at her. "Pull up an edge," she says to the other student. "Dr. McCoy is educating us on reality contamination." She pauses. "I think." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue smiled at Tatum and her continued kindness toward her, she wasn't sure what Other Rogue had done to get such kindness from Tater, but she was glad to have someone who cared as much as Tate seemed to. "Thanks." Rogue said softly back at her from where she was lounged on the fancy wooden chair aside the pool. Rogue looked at Beast as he gave his explanation and she gave him a mischevious grin. "I've met both Jane A and Bob A before... Bob really did have a nice A too." She sipped her drink then, before adding. "Jane's wasn't so bad eithe'ah though." And with that Rogue leaned back in her lounger and aimed her sunglsses covered eyes up to the blue sky. "Heya, Ellie!" She called out to Negasonic in a loud greeting, without looking at the glum teenage girl. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Lucky Ellie, she made it just in time to hear the pseudo-lecture. Given in speedos no less. While Illyana's reaction is to go cross-eyed, Ellie is staring, blinking, staring some more, takes a cautious step forward at Illyana's invitation, and then goes right back to staring oddly at Beast. "If Bob A was a lameass in inter-dimension, and Bob B was a doucheface in fuck-me-Dimension, what does that mean...?" Yes, she actually asked the question. Hey, at least she's participating in this impromptu lesson. She does nod in acknowledgement to Rogue's greeting. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Scott's plan had been simple. Go out to the pool, swim a few laps, get his mind off of everything. The plan involved some quiet, some privacy. As he comes out the French door, he pauses as his plans seem to have derailed by the number of people already there. He's wearing nothing but a blue speedo, a pair of slides on his feet and he has a white towel slung over his shoulder. His wraparound shades are on his face, keeping his powers in check. For a moment, he considers just going back inside. But no, it's a big pool. He should be able to get his laps in without disturbing anyone. He shuts the door behind him and walks over to one of the empty chairs and tosses down the towel in the seat. He leaves his slides there then heads over toward the deep end, just catching the tail end of the conversation as Ellie chimes in and having to wonder what he walked into this time. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' As Hank gives his lecture on temporal continuums, Tate watches him, biting at her lip. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and when he finishes she blows a raspberry right back at him. "Hey, I am usually good about that sorta thing. I just slip now and then." She smiles to Illyana and nods. "Apparently, I'm like the equivalent of a dirty bomb or something. I need to be contained for all our own good." Yet another face is made at Hank, with crossed eyes and a wiggled tongue, showing off her tongue piercing. "Hank, not everyone finds your lectures as sexy as I do, hun. Perhaps, wait until the summer semester starts?" She finishes her mimosa and puts the glass down, settling in her lounger just in time to see Scott arrive. She wolf whistles loudly, so any hope he had of a quiet swim is pretty much lost. 

:'''{{#var:95|Hank (95)}} has posed:''' Beast sets his virgin mimosa aside, slides his paws up his face under his raybans and then slowly draws them down his furry cheeks as he exhales. He may have been raised on a farm (run by two retired nuclear scientists) and may have atavistic animal genetics that urge him to scratch himself at inopportune times (and places), but he does consider himself a relatively cultured and enlightened soul. "Oh my stars and garters... does anyone even understand what I have to put up with..." he mumbles, to himself if no one else. Sighing, he drops his paws and looks between Illy and Ellie AND Rogue. "I swear, what am I going to do with you three..? Miss Rasputin, I am /attempting/ to educate you on interdimensional /ethics/ and /etiquette/, something, given your own history, I would believe to be of interest. And Miss Phimister.. Does it /mater of One is a douchebag, as you so eloquently put it, and the other a lame-ass. And please, I implore you from the cochals of my heart... please watch your language around the younger children. And Miss Anne-Marie..." he just trails off, hanging his head. Of course Tatum just made Hank sort of freeze up and stare at her like a dear caught in the headlights. Panicy that something has been brought to light.. embarrassed that that were just about to be hit by a vehicle they say coming miles away. "I... I mean... what? I mean..." HE quickly looks around to see if anyone actually HEARD what she said... Scott's arrival makes Hank perk up and relief wash over his face. "Oh thank you... Thank you thank you thank you, Scott." he implores loudly his old friend so he cannot get away. "Save me." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana (145)}} has posed:'''     Beast's reaction to...well....everything just starts Illyana giggling. Even when she herself is pointed out and her own convoluted and muddled history involving dimensions and the possibility of running into herself, she still continues to giggle. It might be the combining of 'Illyana' and 'ethics', to which she is constantly having issues with. Or it just might be the total epic facepalm he gave right before going after them in that 'I need a vacation from all my children' tone of voice. It goes right into full blown laughter when TAtum puts /her/ two cents in and... she does apologize if she's got a little bit of that whole 'evil cackle' mixing in with typical teenager laughter. It doesn't give it away if she heard or not... she could just be still laughing at Hank's expressions.     THe wolfwhistle is enough to end Magik's laughter. Not because of the whistle itself, but because it alerts her to a new person and... What is up with the men around here in speedos? But while it kind of looks weird and possibly silly on Hank... with Scott there strutting his stuff? Illyana's struck dumb. And immoble. She just sits there, at the edge of the pool, feet in the water, faux-cocktail in hand and stares. With her mouth slightly open. And that lasts for ... a few seconds until her glass slips out of her hand, still with liquid in it, and lands in her lap. Cue the swearing in Russian....but at least she's not staring stupidly (and maybe creepily) at Scott anymore. ... And that word possibly wasn't Russian. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie still seems to be recovering from the unexpected lecture, although she was quick with her question, expressing quite eloquently indeed, precisely how she felt about the subject matter. She actually does blink yet again, but this time not from being baffled by a lecture topic, so much as trying to decrypt the geezer talk she just heard from Beast, "was that English just now? Also...didn't know you were into crossdressing, Dr. McCoy, kudos on bravery to share that with us." Yearh, she totally doesn't know that phrase. Then she gets called out for language, which leaves her all the more puzzled, "please, we're not in a church, right? And the kids are here to learn, I'm just speeding it up for them..." and then there's the delicious retort to her own question. One can almost see the devious light shining bright in Ellie's eyes, as she exclaims, "my point exactly! Doesn't matter what doucheface A does in fuck-me-dimension B, because we're here and now, and who gives a fuck?" She sagenods to herself, apparently pleased that she just settled the case for this specific lecture. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Scott hesitates on his way to the deep end of the pool, first because of that wolf whistle. He actually stops to look over his shoulder, trying to spot who that was at. When he realizes, he closes his eyes behind his glasses and tries to decide if he should just run like hell while he has the chance. Turn around, put his shoes back on, go back inside and play some pool. What is he thinking? He's a field leader. He does not run from battle. Or wolf whistles. He just doesn't quite understand them. Which is why he didn't even notice Illyana's fly catching position for those few moments. Simplest thing to do? He ignores the whistle. At the very pleased greeting from Hank, he glances to his old friend. His next word is not for the blue furred one but the one with the mouth. "Language people!" Then he focuses back to his friend. "Thank me for what?" 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tatum waggles her fingers to Scott in greeting, taking full responsibility for her wolf whistle. What?! Scott may be an annoying pain in the ass and a total killjoy, but he's easy on the eyes. Besides, making the men of Xavier's Institute is Tatum's mission in life. She relaxes on the lounge and smiles, content with the state she has put Hank in. She'll pay for it later, having to deal with grumpy mcgrumperson, but it was worth it. 

:'''{{#var:95|Hank (95)}} has posed:''' They keep talking. THEY... KEEP.. TALKING... And saying things that warp whatever Hank says, or outright defy his beliefs, and are slowly melting Hank's brain! What did he ever do to deserve this? What? Surely the powers that be, be they God or Karma or Kismet or SOMETHING has to have some mercy on him. Wasn't being turned blue and furry and having more than the occasional hairball enough? "Thank you for coming out here and saving me from these.. these.. these heathens!" he cries. Then frowns. "Wait...Are you wearing a speedo? I mean... not that you aren't allowed to wear a speedo but.. If I would have known YOU would wear one as well I might have worn something else.. Now I'm just embarrassed. Such a fashion faux pas." he mumbles, hunching in his lounger. having used a bit of humour to deflect the constant assault on his sensibilities.. And the fact that his not-girlfriend is wolf whistling at one of his oldest friend... grump grump grump... 

:'''{{#var:210|Havok (210)}} has posed:''' Alex walks onto the patio through one of the stone archways as his blue eyes peer over his friends and family. Presently, the cool Summers brother wears loose fitting flowery swim trunks of a white base and various colored patterns. His tanned chest is covered by a white tank top and he is wearing flip flops. He smiles as his flip flops are walked out of and he removes his shirt. The muscular chest of Alex flexes as he makes for the pool. He leaps high, balls up, and has the full intention of splashing his brother with the wake. He yells mid air, "Cannonball!" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana (145)}} has posed:'''     Oh c'mon, Hank! You brought joy to the usually dour younger Rasputin! And she would attempt to console the teacher (emphasis on attempt) if she wasn't too busy swearing in Russian at her lap. She sets the glass aside and she laments, "And that tasted good, too!" Her 'properly paranoid' sense doesn't kick in that there is yet another individual on the scene in time for her to register who it is. No, too involved in bitching about spilled mimosa, and she's just ignoring everyone else (Sorry Ellie). But then it's a heartbeat's pause as the word 'Cannonball' happens.     Whether or not it gets Scott as intended is irrelevant. AFter the canonball lands, and the splash has done its job... Illyana is sitting there sopping wet. Hre fingers drum a very slow, deliberate cadence on the pools edge where she sits. And under her breath, one might be able to hear the words: Will not send teachers to Limbo. I will not send teachers to Limbo. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' Walking out into the pool yard, Lorna has a book in hand. The green haired mutant tugs her wide sun hat a little lower watching the antics around the pool. Despite wearing a black bikini, she steers away from the water and sits. She crosses one leg over the other and opens her book before glancing back up to offer the others a smile. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' When no further rebuttal or argument is offered her way, Ellie reads it as a concession, meaning she won the argument, which was obvious to her from the get go, d'oh. The phone comes up in sharp motion, and a tweet follows: owned Dr. McCoy in dimension physics debate #LameAssNotEqualDoucheFace. But before she can relish her academic victory, Scott's brother comes out of no where with a cannonball and she whirls round, protecting her phone with her body, not unlike a soldier sacraficing themselves over a handgrenade, "fuck! Don't splash like that!" She snaps, without really seeing who was responsible for the cannonball splash. Whoever it was, that douche nearly killed her phone. Her model was suceptible to water, she couldn't afford the fancy new waterproof ones. Not yet. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Scott has to fight a smile. He barely manages to keep it under control. Just a hint of a grin appears as he shakes his head at Hank. "Heathens? You breaking out the 'h' word it must be bad." He looks around at thos gathered, having missed the inter dimensional scenarios and explanations thereof. "They don't seem that bad to me." Which is when there is a sudden body running past, a screamed warning and he has just enough time to realize that's his brother. The splash hits as intended, soaking the older Summers brother from head to toe, his hair flat against his head now and sticking to his forehead. He reaches up an arm, brushing it back out of his face. The glasses are dsigned for swimming so they stayed firmly in place. Wouldn't do to blast off part of the mansion just because his brother is an idiot. "Great. Thanks a lot," he mutters to his sibling, knowing that vengeance is best served cold. He'll get even later. When his brother doesn't expect it. Wiping water off his chest with his right hand, he looks back to Hank. "Our choice of swimwear just proves we have good taste," he counters. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Things went from relatively calm to chaos rather quickly, mind you, that's sort of par for the course here at Xavier's. Illy spills her drink, Ellie talks about not being in church, both are swearing in different languages. "Oh, Illy, don't forget.." and she adds what little Limbo demonic she remembers. And then there is the cannonball. Even those on the lounge chairs get wet. Tatum glowers at the person she doesn't recognize. He looks vaguely familiar, but she can't place him. Another missing link between her world and this one? Grabbing her towel and wiping herself off, she gets ready to reapply her sunblock, grumbling to herself about this being the reason she tends to stay indoors. She glances to Hank and shrugs a shoulder. "Sorry for starting a learning moment that got brushed off. For what it's worth, I was listening. I'm trying, Hank. I'm trying." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue had gotten up from her lounger and gone over to the small patio-area on the north side of the pool that was connected to the Guest house (which had had parents living in it last weekend! Thankfully no longer here to see this madness!). Rogue had put her robe on to conceal herself since there were a lot more people out here now than when she first got here, and she just stood and sipped from a drink she was holding, smiling at the chaos. 

:'''{{#var:95|Hank (95)}} has posed:''' Beast drains his virgin mimosa, wishing for something stronger.. Times like these he agrees with Logans disdain of the school ordinance though not so much as he willing defies it. Being ganged up on... It.. It is not any fun! Is this how the brotherhood always felt when they had their keisters kicked? Is it.. Wait.. Cannon*what*? before he can say ANYTHING else the younger Summers displaces a volume of water equal to, if not quite more due to velocity and angle, into the air and before he can react the blue furry biology teacher is drenched from head to clawed toe. ""Ack! Thppt!" Hank isn't so much like a feline or simian that he HATES water. He just usually has to prepare himself.. and he wasn't prepared. He just wanted to lounge in the sun.. "Okay.. That is it... I am done for today. This cat has had enough sun and soak! I need a twinkie. /No/.. Let me correct myself. I need an entire box of twinkies.." he says as he pushes himself to his feet..." And A coffee.. A heavily IRISH coffee.. I mean like I twisted a soused leprechaun like a soaked rag into my coffee, Irish." He then looks at everyone.. and SHAKES! Yes, he shakes, wet fur and mane flailing like a dog and sending almost every ounce of water his fur absorbed outwards as an explosion of droplets And when he is done, ignoring any people flailing.. He lifts his headHe looks to Tatum "Nonsense, my lovely. You did nothing wrong. " he says, actually using an affectionate because, right now, who cares what others think! He lifts his headsniffs once, then says to everyone else... "That will be all, thank you! I will be inside if anyone needs me, enabling my descent into feline diabetes." And so like the gentlemutant he is, he walks inside. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' Splashing, Lorna uses her book as a shield with a gasp! Take that technology! She frowns at the vanishing cannonballing blond Summers and shakes her head. Spotting Rogue and Tatum she waves to the girls. Then it happens-blue fur shake! She wipes some droplets off her legs and stares at Beast as he departs. "This was not the place to get some reading in." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana (145)}} has posed:'''     Magik's scrambled to her feet, shaking off the water she's accumulated. Where did that little pipsqueak go?! She's even staring at the water waiting for a resurfacing. But maybe she missed it. Or maybe a guy with the name of 'Havok' CAN be stealthy. And she' cfant' help but snort at TAtum's reminder. And Lucky for Hank, she's so incensed at being wet that she can't laugh at his also watery misfortune. "I'm... going to go dry off. ANd get dry clothes." And kick a few imps because she doesn't walk off. No. She summons a disk and steps into it, with it closing immediately after. She's going to go dry off wehre she's COMFORTABLE.     Though, a split second later, a smaller disk of the same pops up next to TAtum, and very quickly a dinky little...something or another...drops a vase with flowers in her lap and mutters something about 'apology for the blue one' and zips away. Too bad the vase and the flowers looks like 1-800-FLOWERS decided to get ran by LORDI. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' So finally, thanks to Alex, there's one thing everybody in the pool area can agree on. Alex is a tool. Also, he better prays Ellie's phone didn't get damaged and that the warranty wasn't voided for water exposure, because if something happened to it, his room is exploding tonight. Regardless of whether he's in it or not. Then Dr. McCoy does his shaking sprinkler act and Ellie really fumes. She doesn't speak a word, she just keeps to a furious silence, and marches angrily towards the inside, fiery sparks crackle around her before dissipating. She's pissed alright. Her phone better not be damaged. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Scott has to wonder why he even tried to wipe the water off. When the shaggy mutant decides to rid himself of all that water in the most efficient way possible, the eldest Summers is once again covered in water but this time in a sideways rain shower of sorts. He considers going after Hank, to be sure he's alright, but realizes he probably needs his space. And by the sudden departure of everyone else that his brother soaked, he realizes that he will not be the only one after Alex in the near future. "No, definitely not the spot for reading thanks to my moron of a brother," he says to Lorna. "Make him buy you a new book." And that should answer Tatum's question about who the culprit was, although his brother seems to have made a hasty departure. Probably for the best before someone choked the life out of him. Scott heads for the deep end again, preparing to get in the swin now that the area is way less crowded. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tatum is about to protest Hank's leaving when he surprises her with a term of endearment, in front of everyone. She's so stunned by it that she lets him storm off in a huff, only realizing she should go after him when Illyana does her disappearing act and a small demonic hand appears beside her with what could only be called flowers by someone that was both blind and a little crazy. Tatum shrinks up in the corner of her lounging chair, making her fingers into a cross. "Not for eating!!" she tells the hand before it disappears. She stays curled up for a while longer, not trusting that the Limbo demon is actually gone. Finally, Tatum turns to Scott, looking confused. "You have a brother?" she asks, confused. "Okay, that's new. Cool." 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "I don't think your brother and I have said more than five words in passing, but I'll try that, sure." Lorna nods and watches Scott as he goes to the deep end. "Gutsy rocking a speedo. Does that mean Magneto isn't visiting any longer?" She asks lightly, giving her book a light shake. There's some woman swooning in a buff man in a flowy shirt's arms on the cover. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue sat down on a regular old chair and crossed her legs at the knee. She lifted her bare right hand up and waved it to Lorna when the green haired teacher appeared. "Beast is gonna track water all through the whole school. And god help us if the kids have eaten all his twinkies. Ah mean, he barely even hides'em well, as is." She lifted her drink up for another sip from its contents within. "Scott's brothe'ah is a douche." She said, not looking at anyone. "Cute though..." She then looked up at Cyclops and smiled at him. "Not as cute as you though, sexy pants." She said at the older man. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Scott is starting to get an inkling of what Beast was saying earlier, little alarms going off in the back of his head like a robot shouting a warning on one of those old tv shows. Danger! Danger! "He'll be good for it. He might be an ass but he's a good guy underneath. Somewhere," he adds half under his breath. "I don't see what the big deal is about the suit. It's more streamlined, allowing for faster time during laps." When Rogue throws in her compliment, he is positive that the robot in his head is reaching epic levels of screeching. "Uhm...thanks?" And there is the awkward as he rubs at the back of his neck with his hand, tilting his head away as he looks to the water in the pool instead of at the women. Then he does the only thing he can think to do. He dives into the water smoothly, staying under for long seconds. When he surfaces, he brushes his hair out of his eyes again then swims over to the end of the pool, catching the side for a moment as he prepares to start his laps. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tatum keeps glancing at the vase of "flowers" sitting beside her. "Is that rose.... blinking at me?" she asks, leaning closer to Rogue. "Have I ever mentioned that I *hate* Limbo?" She sits there, uncomfortable as she keeps trying to not look at the bouquet but having her attention keep being pulled over by it. Spiders and webs, severed fingers and ears, flowers with eyes and tongues and teeth, sometimes on the same flower. Yeah, trying to have a good time with that sitting beside you isn't exactly easy. "Oh god! I think that lily just blew me a kiss." 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' Watching Scott dive into the water, Lorna looks to Tatum and those flowers. "Maybe set them under the next chair? Out of sight and all that." She suggests to the woman. Once Scott resurfaces, Lorna grins before teasing him. "I dunno. I believe a certain Summers offered milkshakes and I have yet to see those." She winks and looks back at her novel. "Beast is gonna make the school smell like wet cat. He's toweling off in your room Rogue." She teases Rogue as she reads. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue watche Scott dive into the pool and then just looked away... give the man his dignity! She smiled-- at least until she looked over at what Lorna and Tatum were talking about. Thats when Rogue jumped up to her feet and then floated up into the air a few feet off the ground. "What... the... hell... are those?" She asked, completely freaked out now. "Ah swear t'god, I'm gonna light those god damn things on fire... Screw hide'em, that shit needs t'be burned with FLAME." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "You name the day and we'll go," Scott tells Lorna with a smile. He hadn't forgotten but there were reasons. "Didn't figure you'd want to go while we had guests." The word 'guests' sounds a lot like 'termites' would out of someone's mouth. Sure, it's her father but Magneto being close to the school at all was a bitter pill for Scott to take. Thus why he kept to teaching his classes or working on his bike in the garage, to keep from there being an incident at which he was the catalyst. He glances over to Tatum and Rogue, trying to figure out what they are looking at but his angle down in the water doesn't allow him to see the freakishness causing the ractions. He swims to the side of the pool, trying to get a look and when he sees. "What the--Where did those come from?" He's pulling himself out of the water, climbing up over the edge and regaining his feet. Sll thoughts of swimming gone as he wonders if they are under attack. Or it's a death threat. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tatum looks to Lorna and nods her head, slowly reaching over to the vase to put it somewhere else. She picks it up and whimpers as a spider dangles and then lands on her and she pulls her hand away, brushing off the spider with a girlish scream. "Scott! Kill it!" She points to the Limbo bouquet. "Be the leader we need and kill this thing! It was a 'gift' from Illyana. But it was Limbo-ized." 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' Spiders? Oh heck no. The Genoshian princess is up in the air, crossing her fingers at the Limboquette. "LAser eyes! Laser eyes!" She cries out and crosses her fingers in front of her. "I'll take a visit from daddy dearest over that thing!" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue flew to the other side of the pool near to where the fancy bbq grillw as built into a stone wall. She stood across the pool and pulled her green bathrobe up over her mouth and nose. "If someone doesn't set that god damn thing on fire right NOW... I'm gonna have have ta... have ta... I'm, not sure... exactly. But its gonna be drastic!" She said all of this from inside of her robe. "I'm not even gonna be able t'SLEEP tonight now that that thing has burrowed itself inta my brain! Where the hell did it even come from, anyhow?!" 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' "You know, I think I need to make sure that Hank is okay. He left in a hurry. Yeah. Going! Bye!" 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "A present?" Scott isn't sure that's the right word for the atrocity he's staring at. "We maybe need to talk to Illyana about proper gift giving techniques." Which sounds much better than 'don't give demonic things to people'. With that he reaches up to his visor, left index finger touching the flushed button that will only activate if his bio patterns and print are matched. He adjusts to a fairly narrow stream, not needing more than that considering the size of the ... well, IT. Just dub that thing IT. With a flash of red, the beam smashes into IT and a moment later there is nothing left where it was. "You can come down now, ladies," he says once there is nothing but a black smudge where IT had been. He is trying not to smirk at what he knows are very strong women reacting that way over spiders. Well, IT was more than spiders but that seemed to be their final straw. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "You know, I hope she never sends me flowers." Lorna says and lands lightly. She puts a hand on Scott's shoulder. "You sir are a hero, my nation thanks you." She tells him with a mostly straight face before looking back at the smudge that was flowers. She looks back at Rogue and grins broader. It was a little funny, in retrospect. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue continued to half-hide her face, only her green eyes peering up overtop of the fabric. But, after a few moments she dropped the robe and she looked to Scott and Polaris. "Thank you." She said. "But still... I'm pretty damn sure that things gonna haunt me for the resta my life." Rogue huffed then and started to walk toward the school herself. "You two go have your milkshakes. I'mma go hide in my room unde'ahneath my blankets." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "You'll be fine." Yeah, that was the thing of nightmares so he's lying but he has to at least try to be reassuring. Even if he doesn't believe it. Hell, he might have nightmares. Scott glances down at Lorna's hand on his shoulder. "So Genosha now owes me for protecting their princess. I think that's the way it works." He's trying not to smirk over the silliness of the entire situation. "I'll come up with a price for my heroism at a later date." Speaking of...well, not a date. But friends. And Milkshakes. "Did you want to try to get those shakes or another time? We should have a bit more free time coming up now that classes are out." 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "Summer in a home full of mutant teenagers." Lorna crosses herself and chuckles. "I'm game for milkshakes when ever you want." She tells Scott before looking to Rogue. "Have a good night Rogue!" She calls and looks back at Scott. "So any time, you just give me a shake. Or you know, cash in that favor for saving us from the flowers, make it milkshakes AND a movie." 
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Negasonic Teenage Warhead

2017-09-21T20:16:53Z

SerraKeto: Created character page for NTW

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Negasonic
|Color=#ffff00
|TextColor=#000000
|Char_id=281
|Img=http://40.media.tumblr.com/b8ea41d967d7242f1d1da710d3870320/tumblr_o316lwqWZG1uasa0go1_500.jpg
|FullName=Ellie Phimister
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Student
|Groups=Xavier Institute
|Quote="Which benefits? The matching unitards? The house that blows up every few years?"
|PAge=15
|AAge=15
|DOB=23 September 2009
|Height=160 cm (5'2")
|Weight=43 kg (94 lbs)
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Brianna Hildebrand
|Song="Negasonic Teenage Warhead" by Monster Magnet - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKj5cJ9_KSg
|Profile=Ellie Phimister was born in Genosha. It sucked. Luckily her parents took her to a real country for her 13th birthday, USA. Spoiler alert: mutants powers tend to emerge on their 13th birthday. Long story short, her parents are dead and she got stuck in the child services system. Newsflash: once powers emerge, they kinda stay there. Foster home didn't last too long either. Twist of Fate: Xavier's crew was able to intervene and take Ellie with them before she landed into real trouble. They been training her in using her explosive powers, and she was allowed to pick her own superhero name. The best one ever in fact: Negasonic Teenage Warhead. Don't believe me? Ask Deadpool!
|Abilities=--------------------------------< Force Bubble >--------------------------------
Like all mutants, Ellie is immune to her own power, the way her body handles it is by generating a force field around her that is sufficent to withstand an explosion of her current charge level. That's how she can use herself as a super speed battering ram, a launched missile, or just produce and explosion where she stands without killing herself. It's how she survived the explosions she created inadvertantly while killing her parents, and then her foster parents, oh, and their house.
-----------------------------< Kinetic Explosions >-----------------------------
Negasonic core power is to charge up and generate kinetic energy within her which she can unleash it at any point. The more she charges, the greater the kinetic explosion that ensues. When she starts charging up, flames will start to erupt around her body, from a certain point her eyes gain a fiery glow, and in time a small explosions start to erupt around her.

The most common use of this power is to detonate in any given direction to harm enemies, shatter concrete walls, send vehicles flying. She can also direct it all around like a sphere, with the place she stands being the center of the explosion.

On a low level charge, she can knock people through walls, on a higher level she can destroy a car, on even higher, a tank. As a general rule she can increase the force of her explosions by 1 ton per 1 second of charge. In Xavier School teachers have theorized that her limit is likely at the level of a nuclear explosion, but for obvious reasons, she was forbidden to ever try and reach her full potential. If anything, control is stressed over pushing higher limits of damage.
------------------------< Minimally Controlled Flight >-------------------------
By using the technique for Missile Launch power, and exerting the energy immediately, she forms a streak of flames behind her much like Cannonball does, allowing her to achieve flight. The problem is that the sheer force of the thrust from constantly releasing the kinetic energy as she charges it leads to very mediocre maneuverability, so she can't turn on a dime, and more often then not winds up crash landing.
--------------------------------< Super Speed >---------------------------------
When charged up with kinetic energy, Negasonic can deplete it in the form of shooting herself like a bullet, accelerating her running speed into superhuman levels. She most often uses this to turn herself into a battering ram and directly crash into enemies. She usually tops at about 300 MPH with sufficent charge. She totally comes in like a wrecking ball.
------------------------------------< WMD >-------------------------------------
One of the uses that Negasonic has for her powers, is to shoot herself into the air with one of her explosions, and using the resistance resulting from the launch to super charge her kinetic energy, effectively turning herself into an actual warhead. By the time she comes crashing down at her target, she forms double the destruction for her charge. So generally 2 ton per 1 second of charge. The only problem with this feat, is that it tends to exhaust her, and more often than not she'll knock herself out from exertion. Oh, and she tends to leave a crater just like a real warhead.
|Skills=------------------------------< Pushing Buttons >-------------------------------
Ellie had been a subject to bullying in school, she never had any friends to stand up for her, so she had to learn to stand up for herself. Developing an abrasive personality aside, she became really good at mean comments, insulting quips, and generally finding a way to push a button on any given person.
----------------------------< Social Media Expert >-----------------------------
The most precious device in Ellie's life is her smartphone. She has been using these things for years, and she knows everything there is to know about them. The best apps, the hacks to get the most out of them, and precisely how social media works. If she actually choose to apply herself, she could do some kickass SEO and Social Media campaigns for companies and probably make a good earning. But she couldn't care any less, so it's a wasted potential, still, she knows her stuff in the online world. She also texts at record pace without needing a superpower. She's pro, yo.
-----------------------------< Xavier's Training >------------------------------
Athletics: As a student at Xavier's, Ellie gets regular exercise and is constantly pushed to better herself physically, so she can perform on X-Men missions she's allowed to join. She does exceptionally well at sprinting, as she regularly uses sprinting in the battering ram application of her powers.

Combat: As a student at Xavier's, Ellie is a competent hand to hand combatant. While she may not be challenging Iron Fist anytime soon, she can hold her own in a street fight. Naturally, mostly used for self defense, her go to offensive is to go Negasonic Teenage Warhead on people.
|Resources=---------------------------------< Smartphone >---------------------------------
The one device that makes Ellie feel alive, unlike this world filled with douches, the smartphone has a plenthora that connects her to the internet, where she can surf social media like a pro, find likeminded people who can feel like a good substitute to real friends, and of course, offend idiots who deserve (mostly at least). Woe to the person who confiscates her phone.
------------------------------< Xavier's School >-------------------------------
As a student at Xavier's there are those who genuinely look after Ellie and care about her, and she can also use some of the resources the school makes available. She may never admit it, but she's happy being in a place she can call home.
|Weaknesses=------------------------------< Explosive Power >-------------------------------
When Negasonic uses her powers, everyone in a pretty wide radius can tell. They're not exactly subtle, so if anyone who knows about her is looking for her, it'll be a dead giveaway. If Friends of Humanity type goons are looking for a mutant to pick on, using her powers will be a beacon for them if they're around.
------------------------------< Internet Addict >-------------------------------
While some may scoof at the notion, Ellie is addicted to the online world of the internet, she constantly checks her facebook, twitter, instagram, etc'. She needs to know what her online friends think, and if she were detached from it all and forced to live in the real world, where she has no friends, well, she wouldn't like it very much. Her phone is her refuge for a reason, it allows her a place to feel like she's just like everyone else. As opposed to the real world, where she feels like a freak and tries to push everyone away. She'll go as far as to delay a fight to finish one last post on twitter.
----------------------------------< Isolated >----------------------------------
While Ellie keeps to her goth affinities and presents herself as a bleak, unlikeable person with how she tries to offend everyone with her mean comments, it's all an act. She wants to be liked, she wants to have friends, but early in life she failed in all those things and got a lingering emotional scar from childhood. She believes she can't have all those things, so rather than acknowledge what lacking social skills she has, she instead pushes everyone away. She mitigates some of her loneliness through her phone and social media, but for the most part she feels alone in the world, and she hates it. This is made all the worse when she sees some of the other teens who are social butterflies, nothing annoys her more.
---------------------------------< Nightmares >---------------------------------
Having been responsible for the death of her parents, ruining the family's dream vacation, and then also killing the nice foster parents who looked after her, Ellie suffers from regular nightmares. She sees their faces, sees the incidents of their death, and drowns in guilt. Perhaps it is these nightmares that made her settle all the more into the goth culture. Maybe part of why she isolates herself has to do with these nightmares. She rarely gets a good night's sleep.
------------------------------< Teenage Warhead >-------------------------------
Funny that she choose that codename for herself, because Negasonic is just that even without her powers. She's an angsty teen, who thinks she knows best, and has major issues with authority figures -- grown ups in particular -- trying to tell her how to behave and what to do. She is often rebellious and gives a world of headaches to her teachers and chaperones when she either refuses to play along or explodes in anger. Which to be fair is much better than actual kinetic explosions she can produce with her powers.
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2386/Donation For A Good Cause

2017-09-21T19:15:38Z

SerraKeto: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2017/09/09 |Location=Staten Island |Synopsis=Carol Danvers meets with a member of Atlantis Embassy to provide the US support for the Enchantment Un..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/09/09
|Location=Staten Island
|Synopsis=Carol Danvers meets with a member of Atlantis Embassy to provide the US support for the Enchantment Under The Sea charity benefit for oceanic preservation.
|Cast of Characters=1164, 244
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1164|Kaldur (1164)}} has posed:''' Kaldur'ahm of Atlantis enjoys a peculiar double status at the moment. While not technically part of the current Consulate staff, he is nonetheless part of the Atlantean diplomatic contingent on the surface. He's also a quite prominent one at the moment; aside from Aquaman himself, Kaldur is the only Atlantean living a life in the open on the surface world. Having availed himself of the technologies of the surface, Kaldur is competent enough to at least use a computer terminal for basic communications. A missive had been sent to him via the Titans internal routing system, surprisingly enough, and it was signed 'Captain Marvel', regarding the charity gala of some evenings prior. A date and time were set, located conveniently between Kaldur's home base of the Tower and a 'flyer's thoroughfare' that offers easy access for superheroes to move through the city somewhat safely. Kaldur stands near Hero's Promontory, part of Staten Island's long coastal boardwalk. It's a popular hangout location and the tall monument to the heroes of Earth not far away, a ready becon. Kaldur stands out among the crowd, though he's separated from them only by a few feet. Tall, broad shoulderd, with dusky skin and pale hair, he is wearing what looks like a light leather jacket with no collar and grey trousers over a red shirt, looking out over the ocean instead of back to the city behind him. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Having been unable to attend the charity event arranged by Arthur Curry, Enchantment Under the Sea, as he called it, Carol Danvers have initiated contact with the Atlantean Consulate to amend the slight. After all, as is usual for the Alpha Flight Commander, and the active Avenger, catastrophes happen on a whim, and she needs to be available to stop them. So while unintended, she still was unable to attend, and the cause being a proper one while serving diplomatic needs at the same time, eventually a meeting was set with Kaldur. Colonel Danvers arrives in her USAF uniform, no doubt intending to project the formality of the whole meeting, lending more political weight to the donation she's about to hand to Kaldur on behalf of Alpha Flight. Just as Carol might standout in her uniform, so does Kaldur standout via his position. Carol walks deliberately towards him, offering a salute in one hand as she makes her approach, and extends a hand holding an envelope in the other. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Kaldur, and I apologize on behalf of Alpha Flight for not making Arthur's event the other night." 

:'''{{#var:1164|Kaldur (1164)}} has posed:''' If there was any wonder Carol had at Kaldur's official role in his government, it's dispelled when he returns her salute. Fist bumped to chest with a military precision, taking Carol's self in with a rapid, gestalt glance of platinum eyes that seem to see everything and miss little. A soldier, this one, through and through. "It is my pleasure to meet you, both personally and on behalf of my king," Kaldur says. He accepts the envelope when it's offered, after giving it the most hesitant of assessing glances, and then reads the script on the front with careful labours. Addressed to his King, Kaldur nods at Carol and tucks the envelope into his jacket pocket with extreme care. Then he offers her his right hand in a handshake. "I understand that you and your teammates were called away for an urgent task. Duty neither needs nor makes excuses," he assures the blonde aviator. "Your presence was missed but there is no guilt to be assigned." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "I see we walked a similar paths," Carol remarks, noting the militaristic overtures in Kaldur's mannerism. "I like the initiative to care for our world, be it above or underneath the water, it is our home after all when it comes down to it." Offering a firm handshake at Kaldur's extended hand, Carol nods sharply, levelling her gaze with his. "I'm glad you see it that way, not everyone to, I've met with diplomats who would take a slight at something like this. No doubt not fully understanding the duty at hand." 

:'''{{#var:1164|Kaldur (1164)}} has posed:''' "It is the way of diplomats to be offended," Kaldur agrees, moving his right shoulder in a polite shrug. "They enjoy the opportunity to showcase their depth of emotion, or their depth of control. Those are games for which I am poorly equipped," he admits. He gestures with one hand, inviting Carol to take her ease near him so they're not facing each other down at military rest. "I hope you will forgive me. I am still acquainting myself with the roster of active heroes in the region," Kaldur says, prefacing his words. He has a slow, deliberate way of speaking, as if thinking each sentence through entirely before saying it. "Is your name a reflection of your rank in the military?" he says, trying to read the medals on Carol's jacket, and failing to interpret them. "I am unsure if you are here representing the armed forces of United States, or here in your capacity as a ... superhero," he says, treading over the word carefully. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Astute observation, being offended forces some diplomatic leverage out of thin air, much like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat," Carol smirks, showing just how much she cares for the political game. But alas, for her position alone, sometimes she finds herself in situations where she has to play it. "I can't tell you how happy I am to meet someone who shares my dislike for these games," Carol offers with a genuine smile, "my rank is actually Colonel in the United States Air Force...the codename, that carries more weight than mere rank, though it does relate to a rank. Just not my own. It's a long story, but if you care to hear it, I can share..." she takes a moment's pause, and iterates as clearly as she can, "I am here on the behalf of the United States, which is why I distinctly choose my Air Force uniform over my Captain Marvel uniform. I make distinction when it's called for...this is a diplomatic matter, you see, even if we both aren't huge fans..." 

:'''{{#var:1164|Kaldur (1164)}} has posed:''' Kaldur's got a pretty good poker face, but he's pretty clearly lost when Carol refers to rabbits and hats, and it doesn't get better until she gets around to clarifying the distinction. "I... believe I understand," Kaldur says, cautiously. "As 'Captain Marvel', you are working within a different agency than as Colonel Marvel," he says, badly mangling her nom de guerre. "It is confusing," he apologizes, shrugging. "I will endeavour to understand the difference, and I will inform the Consulate that the envelope is an official letter of state," he assures Carol, patting his jacket. On closer look, it's definitely not cow leather-- manta-hide, or something similar? 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Carol grins as she realizes she actually made it more confusing for Kaldur, and so she takes a moment to restart, "I am Colonel Danvers, I am currently operating as a superhero under the codename Captain Marvel." She pauses, tilts her head a bit as she studies Kaldur's face, and then asks, "clearer now?" "If you want an easy out, you can always call me Carol, I will not take offense. So, now that I've told you about myself, how about you? Anything you can share?" 

:'''{{#var:1164|Kaldur (1164)}} has posed:''' "Muchly, thank you," Kaldur says, ducking his head at Carol in a half-bow. "I am not opposed to some informality. If it pleases you for me to call you Carol, then among my friends I am known as Kaldur," the Atlantean warrior remarks, smiling faintly. He moves to stand adjacent to Carol so they can talk convivially, looking periodically out at the ocean to break up his remarks. "There is little to share," he apologizes. "I am-- was-- a member of King Orin's personal guard. It was an honor to serve among that retinue, even among the Royal Guard as a whole. He required a loyal ally to go to the surface world as part of a diplomatic mission-- long term, to gain the trust and understanding of the surfacers that King Orin has with his friends in the League," Kaldur explains. "I volunteered, and have been living in the Titan Tower for several weeks now." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Kaldur it is," Carol takes the offer, formality does tend to make everything much longer winded than it should be. "Why do you say was, if you don't mind me asking?" Carol takes some interest, she after all had her share of shifting roles for a wide variety of reasons. "I have not had contact with the Titans, what do you make of that group, Kaldur?" 

:'''{{#var:1164|Kaldur (1164)}} has posed:''' "I cannot serve my King as his bodyguard if I am not around to guard him," Kaldur points out, patiently. "To be his envoy to the surface is a high honor and a privilege. It is with great pride that I take on this duty," he remarks. It's a little stilted. But he's sincere about it, despite some clear misgivings. "I have found the Titans to be an outstanding organization thus far. Calm, compassionate and earnest," he says, still speaking with that slow, measured deliberance. "They are young, as a group. Some are inexperienced. All have a desire to serve and a willingness to fight, at least, as much as I've witnessed so far," he says, nodding deferentially to Carol. "Is that what you were inquiring towards?" 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Makes perfect sense," Carol leaves it at that, not showing any judgement of Kaldur. "Perhaps," Carol leaves it up to interpertation what she meant, it is the answer Kaldur choose to give, and that's what matters more. "Young and eager, but would you say they would be similarly eager not to fight when there's a valid reason for inaction over action? Fighting isn't always the best course of action, after all." 

:'''{{#var:1164|Kaldur (1164)}} has posed:''' Kaldur gives Carol a level, speculative look. It's a probing question, and he takes a few moments to consider how to answer. "They-- we-- are a team. Not an army," he says, finally. "Each will respond in their own way to a threat or a challenge. Some will be inclined to fight, some to think, some to flee. It would be irresponsible of me to guess as to their actions," he apologizes. "I regret I cannot be of more use in this regard. But I believe that if you anticipate their actions to be ethical and well-intentioned, you will not be far afoul of the mark." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "You said they were young and eager, a surefire recepie for mistake and disaster when one gets overzealous...as a more responsible and likely the most disciplined of the group, I hope you will have a good affect on them, Kaldur," Carol gives her two cents, if only to reveal to Kaldur there's nothing ominous about the question. "Thank you for accepting my country's donation on behalf of your King." 

:'''{{#var:1164|Kaldur (1164)}} has posed:''' "Your faith in me is quite kind, Carol," Kaldur tells the blonde aviator. He bows gratefully from the shoulder, ducking his head a few inches. A warrior's bow, not enough to make himself vulnerable. "And the advice is appreciated. Your peers in the community speak highly of your competence in the field. I am humbled that you chose to share it with me." He seems totally sincere in his gratitude and praise. It's an elegant turn of phrase he uses, but perhaps it comes more naturally to Atlanteans than surfacers. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Any respect I command did not come lightly, I can tell you that much," Carol offers with a playful smirk, no doubt the light comment has quite the heavy load hidden behind it. "I wish more people left their egos at the door and took a moment to humble themselves, it would certainly make the world a better place with less incidents with civillian casualties." She offers another salute and turns to head back. 
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2251/A Marvelously Wonderful Proposition

2017-09-21T19:07:41Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel has heard of Wonder Woman, it would be very hard not to with her tremendous exploits. But there was a more personal tidbit she heard about Wonder Woman through her business acquaintance with Carol Ferris, that enlightened Carol even further about Wonder Woman, which brought about this formal invitation for a one on one meeting at Avengers Mansion. Simply because she didn't want to invite herself to the JLA's grounds. That would be rude. 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' Diana Prince's car pulled up to the Avengers Mansion and parked outside of its front gate. She exited the vehicle from the front passenger's door and spoke to her driver for a moment before closing the door and looking up toward the building. Diana was wearing a pair of fashionable sunglasses over her eyes and her hair was tied back into a bun atop the crown of her head. She had on a black business blazer and a red skirt that went dow nto her knees, some black shoes with small heels on her feet. The Princess had not yet been to the Avengers home, so it was quite interesting to get to see it up close for the first time. She started to navigate her way into the building and once in the main foyer she'd stop and reach up to pull her glasses from her face, folding the limbs of the shades closed she'd stand there and just quietly look about, taking in the sights of the rather fancy home that apparently once belonged to the Stark Family. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel is waiting for Diana in person at the foyer, walking up to Diana as soon as she's past the door, extending a amicable hand, "nice to meet you in person, Diana...I apologize for being in uniform, perhaps business casual would have been more appropriate," Carol notes with a faint smile, "I hope there wasn't too much traffic on the way? I had a meeting room reserved for us, shall we?" She offers Diana to follow her lead. 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' Diana would smile at Carol's approach and she'd extend her right hand to accept the shake and return it though it was just a slight shake but still a firm and good grip from both of them. "It is quite alright." Diana spoke in her foreign accented English. "It is a very fetching uniform, so there is no need to apologize." She smiled warmly again and then nodded toward the hallways. "I am quite happy to get a chance to meet with you, Miss Danvers. You are truly an inspiration in your actions and efforts across the globe. As are so many of your team here with the Avengers, it is why I have eagerly pushed for a union between our two teams. Separation only makes us weaker, yes?" Diana would follow Carol wherever she lead from here. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' It is a firm shake, not so much from trying to assert herself over Diana, as much as force of habit. Years of having to assert herself in high Chain of Command in the USAF for once. "That is a unique accent," Carol notes on the way to the meeting room, "I heard you're from some place called Themyscira? Care to enlighten me on its whereabouts? Somewhere around Europe perhaps?" Carol asks out of curiosity. A smile surfaces on Carol's visage at the complliment to her uniform, as she moves to hold the door open for Diana, "right this way please, care for something to drink?" She nods at Diana's words, simply quipping, "united we stand, divided we fall, that has ever been true." 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' Diana smiled softly at the door being held open for her and she moved through it into the meeting room. "Themyscira is located in the Mediterranean not too far from Greece." She said while stepping up to the large conference table in the room and then turning sideward to look back at her host. "I was lucky enough to return there this past weekend and get to spend time with my people again as we welcomed a new resident to the island. If you would ever liked to visit it yourself, I believe you have made it more than clear that you would be a very welcome guest of great honor." A light single nod was given then. "And yes, united we stand. That is my goal, all along." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "I've been to Greece, never been to Themyscira...is it quite like Greece?" Carol asks by way of small talk as she moves to take a seat at the table. "Glad you had a chance to visit home," while Carol sounds positive about that much, there's something about her tone that suggests going home is not one of her pleasures in life. Carol's eyes do shift with a very intense gaze towards Diana when she invites her to come see Themyscira for herself, her lips faintly curving to a hint of a smile, "I would be honored to take the invitation and see your homeland for myself. Thank you, Diana...now to the matter at hand, did Carol Ferris have words with you over the last few months? I've heard about how wonderful you truly are from her lips." 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' Diana would sit whne Carol sat and her hands would fold atop her lap as she sat straight in her chair and crossed her legs at the knees. "It is... quite similar to parts of Greece, yes." She replied about her home. "But it is like a... time capsule, you might say. Staunchly rooted in tradition, the island has not advanced at the same rate that the rest of the world has. It has stayed firmly where it was in the era that it was founded, many, many years ago. So should you come and visit, you might feel as thought you have stepped back in time, to an era otherwise long gone from this world." Diana would smile then and nod her head softly. "And yes, I spoke to Carol Ferris a handful of weeks ago. She's very passionate and kind, I enjoyed getting to know her even just a little. I hope she's doing well too. I hope to see her again soon." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Than I should enjoy the weather," Carol says matter of factly. "Now you're selling it better than any tourist office, I'd definitely love to visit." Nodding along as Diana recounts a similar vibe about Carol Ferris, Carol Danvers shares her meandering thoughts, "the reason I wanted to talk to you specifically, is because a discussion I had with her gave me an inspiration. I was wondering if you would join me in a charity of sorts, but not the kind where you give me, the kind where you give empowerment. I thought it would be great if we could offer self defense classes for free. Specifically for women, but leave an open invitation to any who feel bullied and in need of learning how to stand up for themselves. Having our names would lend it credibility, and perhaps would serve as a deterrant to attack hapless victims on a wider scale..." 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' Diana lowered her chin down and watched Carol as she spoke on this suggestion and idea and then she nodded a single small time to it. "I have done similar things in the past at our Consulate in Metropolis. Including having demonstration for personal defense for students from local schools so that they may watch my sisters and I during practice regiments. They... really enjoy it, or seem to at least." Diana showed a sly grin then. "I would be more than happy to participate in something like this again with you and for whatever you feel it is you want to do. I can participate, as can three of my sisters who are currently in the United States with me. They are always... eager to get back to the training afterall." Another little grin was shown. "It is a great cause and one I am all for supporting, as long as we make sure to teach the children to use their minds before they resort to any physicality. We do not want to train a little tiny army of unreasonable fist-throwers." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Splendid, I'm glad I can count on you..." Carol says as she allows herself to recline in her seat, as it seems they have an accord. "I find these classes are very helpful, but often times, people who should attend them are hesitant about it. Having your name, as well as mine, I figure some might show up just on the prospect of seeing us in person." Listening to Diana's concern, she crosses her arms, elbows across the table, hands pressed to her chin. "Correct, this would be purely for defence, and cultivation of confidence. There is no room for bullies, in an anti-bullying class." 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' Diana would nod her head once to Carol and she'd release a soft exhale. "I do not like to condemn bullies either, as I generally believe there are greater issues at-play with them than would normally meet our eyes. Such as problems at home, or a lack of role models in-geneeral. But yes, they all just need to be taught how and when to fight and how to believe in themselves along the way... and to help each other." Another soft and quick smile was shown then. "Where are you hoping to put this demonstration on? Here at this site?" She asked of the other super hero. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Teaching the victim to defend, does not condemn the bully," Carol notes firmly, adding, "I was the one who saved a Gotham City crime lord from assassination last month, I do believe all deserve a second chance...not everyone have a clear path before them. Souls are generally all with potential for good...even if they're housed in filthy vessals." 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' Diana would smile a litlte and nod her head once. "You've done a lot of good out there. I've mentioned your name on a number of occassions as a source of inspiration for myself." "I look forward to seeing you conduct this training event, and will let you take the lead on it. For once, it'd be nice to just sit back and be a background member." A grin was shown then. "But of course, I'll do whatever you need me to during it as well." Diana's blue eyes glanced around the meeting hall before she added. "This is a very beautiful home, I am surprised that Mister Stark donated it to house the Avengers team. It must hold a lot of sentimental value for him." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Is that so...?" Carol looks a bit taken back by that, taking a moment to process, as she nods, shifting her head for a moment to hide a momentary flush. "That's one of the most flattering things anyone ever told me," Carol starts, before levelling her gaze with Diana and bursting with laughter, "actually, I don't hear too many complimentary things, at least not in high circles. I guess it's because of my habit of stepping on toes..." she then adds, "thank goodness you're sitting across from me," with a playful wink. "Don't confuse anything Stark does with charity, Stark's all about tooting his own horn," Carol sounds quite sure of herself when she offers that insight. 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' Diana release a light and quiet huff of a laugh at this. "You are hanging around the wrong circles then, Miss Danvers." She said with a follow-up smile before her eyes went ot the large windows that looked out onto the property beyond. "You deserve compliments for all that you do. If not more than that. But... what more really does matter?" She asked and looked back toward the blonde woman. "I see statues outside. Those are often the reward that people get for the 'good actions' in a life well lived. But, do statues really do services to those that do as much as someone like you do? I am not sure..." She grinned lightly. "Afterall, Statues have been around even longer than I have, and my age is rather painful to say outloud." She was just joking around of course. "I haven't gotten to interact with Mister Stark much as of yet, though he seemed to be... fun?" 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "It happens when you're a woman who is a high ranking Officer in the Air Force, can't be help," Carol says part tongue in cheek. "Working at the Bugle was an even worse experience..." "I'm not sure what I make of statutes, I think they create a myth that hides the person it was meant to cherish." Drumming her fingers on the table, Carol straightens in her seat and quips, "oh! I'm sure you'll just looooove, Mr. Tony Stark. Sure of it!" 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' Diana grinned then at the last part and nodded her head once. "I sure hope so." She said to her in response. "I have been roaming the world at-large for a loing time now, but it is true that I have never gotten to experience what it is like to be in one of the military forces as a member of it. I have fought alongside them, but they usually are always staring at me in borderline to crossing-the-border-entirely of inappropriateness. Actually being a member of them, I... cannot even imagine the hardships of it. The trials of making your value overcome other obstacles." Diana would nod again then. "Thats why I admire you, Miss Danvers. You've proven your value through quality action and remarkable strength of will and fortitude." Another little smile was shown then. "But yes, I rant sometimes. Ever since I was a child. My mother and aunts used to regularly need to 'shush' me. I guess that hasn't gone away." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "My only request is to be present when you do meet him," Carol says while struggling to keep a straight face. No lie, she wants to be there. "I would trust it's quite similar to how the military on Themyscira operates, just with different technology, but I wouldn't know for sure," after all, at its core the military is always the same, it's just the tools that change with technology. "You're very perceptive, Diana," Carol notes, "I am very proud of all I accomplished before I was gifted with abilities." It wasn't Carol's choice to get dragged into Kree warfare, but it tossed her into a never-ending hurricane she never quite truly recovered from. She'll admit that much to herself, if not to anyone else. Extending her arm once again, she says, "it's been a pleasure. Looking forward to visiting your homeland, and working with you." 
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1875/Starro Light, Starro Bright

2017-09-21T19:02:41Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1028|Jessica Drew (1028)}} has posed:''' It was only a matter of minutes ago when the Canadian Exploration Vessel 'Shatner' sent out it's distress call on its return to the Mackenzie Orbital Station. The Radio Signal that accompanied the distress call was simple, it was a lot of screaming "AaaaaAAaargh!". The signal only lasted a few moments before cutting off, and shortly afterwards the Shatner's escape pods launched, on a trajectory for central Pennsylvania. A rescue party was dispatched from the Alpha Flight command center in Vancouver BC, with coordination from S.H.I.E.L.D., to secure the area of the escape pods, effect a rescue of the evacuated crew, and begin an investigation into what has happened in the area. As the Alpha Flight transport arrives in the vicinity, they are greeted with an incoming radio broadcast from one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjets, "This is Agent Drew of SHIELD, we have teams preparing to cordon off the area, and are prepared to assist as required, we have medical and security personnel on standby." Down below, the four escape pods that belong to the Shatner can be seen within a field of corn, their parachutes fluttering in the wind, and the darkening sky of night approaching makes things a bit difficult to see clearly down below, however, a figure appears to be ambling from one of the pods, out into the field. 

:'''{{#var:105|Suzanne Reinhardt (105)}} has posed:'''     Shortly after the pods landed, A blue comet can be seen flying towards where they landed. Despite SHIELD cordoning off the area, the BLue Lantern actually shows up and flies her way to the ground, slowly. As she lands, she looks about and actually walks her way forward to help the people in the escape pods. 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Lance (276)}} has posed:'''     Canary, despite her name, doesn't really fly. Unless she has to. She could, but it involves a lot of screaming and possible property damage. So she's caught a ride with one of the transports. As it hovers, she flicks out a fast rope line, then hooks a foot around it before she slides down with the ease of practice, hitting the ground as her knees bend to take the impact, then stepping away to not be in the way of anyone else.     She reaches up to the earring that doubles as part of her communicator. "Canary, on the ground...anything else about these pods, Agent Drew? Radioactivity or anything?" Then she spots the figure staggering around. "...there's someone moving...hey!" she says, jogging forward, though she stops a fair distance away still, giving the figure room. "Hey, can you hear me?" 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:'''     Arriving in the Alpha Flight transport, The Green Arrow stands near the sliding bay door that whispers open and then locks into a place with a /click-clunk!/ as the engines whine down from full power. He glances back at the personnel behind him and yells over the sound of the vehicle's noise, "Alright, my crew with me, and everyone keep an eye out. Coordinate with the SHIELD thugs for medical triage focus, let's do this!"     That said he drops out of the side of the vehicle, landing the few feet down with a thump and then starting into a jog heading towards the fluttering parachutes and smoking debris, his eyes shifting towards the other vehicles making their descent and approach and grimacing to himself. 

:'''{{#var:1096|Abigail Brand (1096)}} has posed:'''     Another Alpha Flight shuttle comes flying in from a different vector... because Brand can't even just go take paperwork to a prospective employee and have a night off after. Because space hates Abigail Brand, and sometimes she thinks maybe she hates it right on back. As she brings herself in for a landing, her voice speaks out calmly over the comm channels.     "Alright, everyone let's keep this quarantined, the last thing we need is some sort of weird alien pest getting into crops and livestock and god knows what else. Keep an eye open, and make sure to keep any survivors in the area, right-o?" And then she's heaving herself out of her shuttle, looking around carefully, just keeping an eye out for signs of anything -other- than an innocent crashed ship. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' With his teleportation belt, Deadpool could have been the first one on the scene... But he was currently rummaging around his closet, looking for his Canadian costume. "Black leather, black latex, black spandex, black gortex, black lycra..." He calls out, "you know, there are other colours!" He continues flipping through the outfits, most of which don't belong to him, but are for some reason hanging in his side of the closet. "Aha," he declared triumphantly as he held the costume aloft, "I found it!" He quickly began undoing latches, harnesses, connecting his costume together, then reached out, and tilted something, though it wasn't exactly clear what he was moving. The tile flooring was a nice shade of dark grey, with a lighter shade of grout. There were the sounds of grunting and movement from beyond the peripherical vision. A uniform top was thrown onto those tiles, as the grunting continued. "Oh, mother hugger. Did I put on weight since the last time I wore this?" Came the voice of Deadpool. Once he was done, he reached out, picking something up to look at it, "Oh come on, have some self respect. I can see that stuff between the keys. Get an aerosol will ya? Loosen the purse strings, why don't you?" And with that, he flicked the switch on his belt, dropping whatever it was he had held, and disappearing in a shimming light as the Star Trek transporter sound rang through the room. A moment later, and he was in central Pennyslvania, and behind Black Canary. "Nice outfit there BC, here's your Double-Double." It seems he made a slight detour to a Tim Horton's, as Deadpool stands there, in his normal uniform, except this one has a white maple leaf on the left breast, almost like the old Adidas logo, but it's clearly a maple leaf, and he's got two trays of Tim Horton's Coffee in one hand, each marked, and an extra large box of Timbits in his other hand. 

:'''{{#var:1028|Jessica Drew (1028)}} has posed:''' The woman in the blue Aura, Suzanne, is the first to arrive on the scene, just rocketing on down past SHIELD, and the Alpha Flight crew arriving on the scene. "Is that one with you?" asks Jessica Drew over the radio from whatever command post she is in, probably the back of one of the SHIELD Quinjets, one would presume. The figure that is approached is a man, he is wearing the uniform of an Alpha Flight Astronaut, and is staggering, just a little, as he heads into the stalks of corn, apparently paying no heed to the arrival of Suzanne, or the rest of the Alpha Flight team. The remainder of the pods are all currently open, the hatches laying on the ground, one of them appearing to have been blasted off of its seals and lays several feet away from the pod. This would appear to be the pod that the staggering man has just stumbled off from. 

:'''{{#var:105|Suzanne Reinhardt (105)}} has posed:'''     Watching as the lone astronaut walks away towards the corn field, Suzanne......'cheats' and uses her ring to grab him, to bring him back towards the area of the pods. "Yeah. You stay here." she actually holds him in the air until the Alpha Flight medical team gets set up, and lowers him in their direction. "he got out first." She says, keeping an eye on that particular pilot. 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Lance (276)}} has posed:'''     Canary watches the stumbling man, frowning, glancing over at the others arrive. Then tensing a bit as she sees one figure in particular disembarking with his crew, her blue eyes following him for a moment as she starts to turn to walk that direction, lips parting slightly as she gets ready to call out...then suddenly. Coffee! And Timbits!     Annnd the moment is broken. "Uh...thanks?" she says after a moment, taking the coffee as it's offered to her, more as an automatic reaction of it being offered than anything else, as she blinks at Deadpool. She eyes the maple leaf. "....nice uniform."     As Brand speaks, she reaches up to touch her earring again. "All the pods are open...I only see one astronaut and he's not responding. Could be deafened, could be something else." she says, a bit warily. Then sips her coffee. "...I'm going to take a closer look." Because in the horror movies, the blonde is the first to die, right? 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:'''     Taking the measure of the drop pods and their distance, Arrow turns to the side to tell the other operatives in his team, "Alright, let's sweep the area. Hollar if you make contact. We'll be on channel, aw heck, A I guess." The whole working with a team thing, it's always been a little rough, and leadership. He could take it or leave it. But right now he's got to pull it together and focus. So good, he can handle the whole possible alien thing. There've been worse times in his life than having to wrangle up some lost astronauts.     Like that time with his ex when she...     Damn.     Ollie steps towards Deadpool and coincidentally Dinah, his stride leading him in their direction even as he eyeballs the other fallen pods. He'll lift his voice as he gets near enough to comment off-handedly, "Looks like they let anyone in this outfit." 

:'''{{#var:1096|Abigail Brand (1096)}} has posed:'''     Brand shakes her head and speaks into the comms, "Oh, I -wish- I had someone with... flying blue energy powers on my payroll. That'd be like... so great." She sighs and shakes her head a little ruefully, but still. There are ominous escape pods to go peeking in.     Brand finds herself heading towards the same pod as Canary, picking her pace up to a quick jog, just to make sure they're both there and prepared at the same time. Of course, she also unholsters her side-arm, because she is -definitely- planning to be prepared for whatever horrible thing comes surging out to ruin her day. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' One of the problems when you're involved with as many entities as Captain Marvel, is that it's hard to make it on time. But better fashionably late, than never there, and she does finally arrive not with a transport, but her own flight. The sparkly streak in the air heralding her arrival, "Captain Marvel on scene, sorry I'm late," she then looks immediately at Suzanne, "I would be extremely careful with that man," and as she flies closer, she adds, "everyone be on your guard...something is ominous here." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' If he had hands free, Deadpool would put his hands on his hips, but as it stood, he had what looked to be 7 coffees on two trays, one stacked on top of the other, and the other hand had an extra large box of Tim Horton's Timbits. He breathed in the air through his mask, "Ah, Central Pennsylvania; the Ridge-and-Valley Appalachians. That's soda country, none of this pop malarkey." "Ah, thank you," he replied to Black Canary as she complimented his uniform with a big grin. For some reason, his mask was highly emotive. His eyes could shrink and expand, helping to explain his emotions. "I made it myself. Well, actually, I ordered it from the Dark Web, and had it modified. Well, I didn't order, I had Weasel do that, but I asked for it, and I paid for it... wait, is this Wednesday... carry the two, okay, I'm only partially delinquent in the payments, but I'm totally good for it." The moment was broken. Deadpool had a habit of doing that. Tilting the tray of coffees to Green Arrow, Deadpool explains, "Cream and Sugar, just like you like it. Oh and, I snuck a Glazed Cronut in the Timbits box, towards the back, for you." Hey, for mercenary, he was being awfully nice. But then, he loves his country. Canada is the second largest landmass, the first nation of hockey, and the best part of North America. As Abigail picks up her pace for a quick jog, he tilts his head, trying to access the communications system without spilling the coffee or the Timbits, which seem to have a couple of doughnuts in there too. It's quite awkward as the communications button is in his head, but he bends, contorts, and manages to open the com, "hey Abbey, you forgot your coffee. It's just how you like your men!" He knows how she likes it, but he leaves the details to everyone's imagination. And then he looks up, with his neck still bent towards his shoulder. "I'd offer a salute to you Captain Marvel, but I haven't figured out how to do that with my left leg yet. But I'm doing yoga, so maybe next time? I have a coffee for you, plain Jane, just the way you like it, and Timbits?" 

:'''{{#var:1028|Jessica Drew (1028)}} has posed:''' The person floating in the air, in the blue light turns to face Suzanne, while the Alpha Flight members are served coffee and stuff from Deadpool, a distraction, at the very least, even should they not accept the offerings of the man. The crewman's face lifts finally, and visible only to Suzanne, from this vantage, would be the large 'starfish' that clings to the crewman's face. An eye upon the face opens, and an incredibly intense blast of energy lances out at the woman, the force of the blast such that might even give a Lantern pause. In its hand? Another starfish. 

:'''{{#var:105|Suzanne Reinhardt (105)}} has posed:'''     The Blue Lantern is actually knocked backwards by the blast of energy. Thankfully, Suzanne's barrier remains strong, and she attempts to surround the astronaut with a stronger barrier. "THESE PEOPLE ARE NOT IN CONTROL OF THEMSELVES! LOOK FOR BLUE STARFISH!" She says as she pushes the astronaut towards the pod again..... 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:'''     As for Ollie, he accepts the coffee as if it were the most natural thing in the world for Wade to have gotten him. He scoops it up out of the tray and holds it to the side, probably intenting to emote with it emphatically as he makes various points while he speaks. Only at the end of his words does he plan to take a sip.     But all of that is cut short by the abrupt /ZZZZAPP!/ of the laser blast that lashes out and upwards from where that crewman had run off into the field, being grabbed and held by Suzanne and her magical jewelry.     Whatever he had been about to say is lost to the moment, just like his coffee as it falls to the ground dropped while he reaches over his shoulder for his collapsible bow. He snaps it out to the side, the green weapon expanding with a click and a whir, an arrow reached for with his other hand and nocked in the same smooth motion as he rounds to the direction of the fire.     "Code red, team. We got weapons fire." 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Lance (276)}} has posed:'''     "Hey, he brought coffee...." Dinah offers after a moment as she looks at Ollie. "...nice to see you." she offers, but before she can do much more, the blast smacks Suzanne out of the air, causing Canary to drop the coffee, spinning around, then starts to run towards the figure of the astronaut, reaching up to touch her earring. "Blue starfish??" She can't quite see what she's talking about yet, but at least she's aware, trying to close on the astronaut before it can get around to looking towards the people on the ground. "Ollie! Restraint arrow?" she calls back. Or, she supposes he could use the boxing glove arrow. But he's always so damn SMUG whenever he finds a reason to use it.... 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' If there's a polar opposite to Deadpool when it comes to field duty, that would surely be Captain Marvel with her no nonsense, focus on the job at hand attitude. She doesn't even turn to look at Deadpool when he offers coffee, rude though that may be, coffee after all has no place being served while handling a call for Alpha Flight. She seems to take the approach of pretending the offer wasn't made in the first place. Rather than tell Deadpool he should be alert, she leads by example, which puts her in prime position to retaliate on behalf of Suzanne when the Blue Lantern is struck. "Starfish! Face! Attack it!" Short and to the point, she immediately blasts her photon blasts, hoping to evaporate that starfish off the man's face. 

:'''{{#var:1096|Abigail Brand (1096)}} has posed:'''     Brand's mouth works silently. "I..." She looks down at her gun, up to Wade, back to the gun... to Wade... to the coffee... to the gun...     But then there's a lser blast coming from the astronaut's face and all hell breaking loose. She breaks into a sprint at the same time as Dinah, veering off to the side... hey, if it's got -one- laser mouth or whatever, it'll have to pick to try and hit one of them! "You know, I hear that -most- law enforcement agencies? The director doesn't even -go- out on calls..." She growls softly, not caring that... well, okay, anyone on comms heard that. Privilege of rank, you get to gripe about things. 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:'''     Whatever the status of things are between himself and the Black Canary, he works well with her. Green Arrow breaks into a run, bracketing to the side away from the angle she takes so that they'll both flank the target. "Got it, on 3!" He responds as he moves.     "1... 2...." Just before he fires he'll roll to the side in case the thing sends some fire down his way.     It's just a smooth tuck, roll, back up. The bowstring is drawn and he takes aim a split second before loosing the arrow. "3!" The string twangs and the arrow slices across the distance towards the struggling man with the Starro face and the gross eyeball. The arrow flies clean and then snaps out near the end into a whorl of cabling that seeks to wrap around the target. Only since they last had run together he's made some modifications, as that cabling is wired with a buzz from a tazer. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Looking up at the woman floating in the blue light, Deadpool remarks, "ooh, a Blue Lantern. They're not as stylish as the Red Lanterns, but make up for it by not being raging lunatics. How do you take your coffee?" When she gets struck by a blast of energy, he adds, "unless this is a bad time?" Though, he does carefully set the coffee down, somewhere, and places the box of Timbits atop the unclaimed cups of coffee. Then, he begins to unsheathe his twin katanas, "wait, no, can't cut them." He reaches for his guns, "but I can't shoot them... huh." He reaches up with his right hand, scratching his masked chin with his gloved hand. "No projectiles, no blades," and then he snaps his fingers, "by George, I think he's got it." He reaches for his Magic Satchel, yes, Deadpool has a Magic Satchel. He found it in his backyard. In D&D terms, it's a Bag of Holding. In scientific terms, it's a pocket dimension. He is able to pull comically large objects from it, as long as he's previously stored what he needs in there. Of course, he doesn't always pull what he intends, not that he ever lets on about that. So when he pulls a nerf baseball bat in fluorescent lime, he pretends that's what he was aiming for. "Batter up!" But then, he sees the coffee he had handed to Green Arrow slip from his gasp. As if in slow motion, Wade hears it hit the ground with a thud, just the rim, which crumples under the gravitational forces. He hears the top pop off. And the liquid pours out. In his mind's eye, he hears the sound from Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho as the blood hit the tile of the bathroom. And Wade lets out a blood curdling scream, very much like William Shatner once said of a character played by Ricardo Montalban, "ARROOOWWWW!" The scream echoes, playing back quieter, and he screams again, "ARROOOWWWW!" Returning to his formerly calm demeanour, Deadpool replies to Dinah by correcting her, "he imported coffee. I crossed an international border to bring you that coffee. Now, about those Blue Starfish? Are we sure it's just Blue Starfish? I'm pretty sure there's supposed to be pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers." You know what the worst thing about Deadpool? Somewhere, buried deep within all that pop culture, all the jokes and cliches, all the childish pranks, and the cancer, don't forget about the cancer, lurks a keen mind. Deadpool, despite everything else, knows his stuff. "Begging your pardon Captain Marvel sir, but if that Starfish is stuck to their faces," how did he know they were stuck to their faces? Did he read the pose descriptions? "They might be in a symbiotic relationship. Kill the Blue Starfish and you might kill the poor Canadian hero, I mean Astronaut, that's attached." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Is that a problem, Brand?" Captain Marvel asks, not that it's such a big issue at the moment, but hey, you talk freely on comm, you often get replies. Still, she doesn't take her attention off the astronaut, and more importantly, the blue starfish, "after we remove the threat we can assesss damages to personnel," Captain Marvel answers Deadpool, nope, she's clearly not the person bad guys want to pull the hostage conundrum on. 

:'''{{#var:1028|Jessica Drew (1028)}} has posed:''' The double edged sword that is the forcefield that Blue Lantern is using to manipulate the Astronaut proves an effective barrier for the attacks launched against it by the Alpha Flight folk. Disturbingly, however, the Starfish appears to be feeding off of the very energy that is confining it, absorbing the energy that keeps it prisoner, something that would be clearly obvious to Suzanne. That very energy drawn in by the starfish is then emitted into another powerful blast at the Blue Lantern, and the field that keeps it trapped. Meanwhile, about the burnt clearing of field that was created by the landing of the escape pods, three other pods sit, empty, their occupants so far unaccounted for! 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Lance (276)}} has posed:'''     She doesn't have to look back to see if he's drawing or firing...she just hears the count and trusts with the experience of working side by side with Arrow for a good long while. The taser is new however, and that draws her up as she stays on the balls of her feet, waiting to see the reaction of the astronaut/starfish combination. Unfortuantely she isn't expecting the field to stop it...but of course it would stop it. And she can't do much while it's in the field, which causes her to curse under her breath, then to glance at the other pods. "...we might have three or more of these thigns already out! And this one had to bust out, so it's probably the last!" She moves to the other pods to make sure that's the case, cautiously. Ready to scream if any are left inside. In the 'oh god my ears are exploding sense' rather than the 'oh god I'm the blonde in a horror movie having a symbiote slapped on my face' sense. 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:'''     "Alright, area denial." Green Arrow brings another arrow around and down, nocking it and firing in the same smooth motion that finds the arrow wending its way across the distance. It impacts underneath the floating starfish face while Suzanne is holding it up there, and when the arrow impacts with the ground beneath it... it expands with a short sharp crackle of suddenly coalescing ice. The freeze arrow creates a slippery patch of ground underneath the creature in case she has to drop it, hopefully befouling its footing.     But once that's done he rounds to the side and breaks in the direction of the other pods. Canary's on line for once, checking that one out, he'll angle for one of the others to the side so if those are clear they'll meet at the middle third. "Hopefully the heavy hitters will be able to handle that one." He announces over the comm even as he moves. 

:'''{{#var:1096|Abigail Brand (1096)}} has posed:'''     Brand huffs out and murmurs, "Nooo... not really. And it definitely wasn't paraphrased from a -really- old episode of the Simpsons, Carol. Swear to god." She sighs as she looks... one astronaut, more than one pod... Yeah, Dinah's right. Math says there's more of these things. She starts to scan around, looking for anything that looks like a path something took to stumble away from the crash. The first one didn't seem all that stealthy or agile when she arrived on scene, maybe the rest are just as dazed. 

:'''{{#var:105|Suzanne Reinhardt (105)}} has posed:'''     Suzanne is steadily finding it harder and harder to keep the astronaut encased in the field. "rrrrg......I'm gonna need some help here! It's draining my ring!" She keeps the astronaut encased as long as she can.....until someone actually decides to shoot it.....if possible. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool is the kind of person bad guys want to pull the hostage conundrum on. He's actually a pretty decent guy. He might cheerfully shoot a bad guy in the face, or even a sort of grey guy if he were paid enough, but he would never choose to hurt someone who was innocent. He'd even feel bad about collateral damage. He's a mercenary, but he's not a monster. As the Starfish tries to break free of the force field with it's blast of energy, Deadpool calls out to Suzanne, "ooh, can I have mine extra crispy?" While others seem to be focusing on the one that does have a Starfish, and a guy attached, Deadpool turns, wandering off towards another crashed pod. He gently raps on the door with his knuckle, hiding his lime green nerf baseball bat behind him with his other hand, "hello, I'm selling delicious Alpha Flight cookies to raise money so we can send those precious little Gamma Flighters off to see Cirque du Soleil. How many boxes can I put you down for?" 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Good call, Canary, we can't let them escape," Captain Marvel acknowledges Black Canary's input, and with enough fire power set on the force field encased astronaut, she adds, "I'll go search for the others, keep firing, and Lantern, drop the forcefield..." at that she takes higher into the air, and takes into what is essentially a scouting flight over the area, searching for any other starfish while the team downs the starfish on the astronaut's face. 

:'''{{#var:1028|Jessica Drew (1028)}} has posed:''' The doors of the escape pods are all currently wide open, save for one, that the imprisoned astronaut emerged from, which was blasted off, having sustained some manner of damage on landing. There are tracks leading off, away from the clearing, one to the north, one to the south, and one to the east? the fellow currently detained by the Blue Lantern, was heading west, it would seem. The man with the Starro Face continues to resist its captivity, trying to fire off another blast against the Blue Lantern's forcefield that traps it, right from the central eye of the creature. Its fists trying to pound and kick itself free from the confines. "We have Three heat signatures approaching the Cordone." Jessica Drew will call out over the Joint comm frequency SHIELD and Alpha Flight are using to communicate with one another. "What's the status on the ground down there? I've got folk moving to intercept, we'll try to detain them." 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Lance (276)}} has posed:'''     A touch to her pendant to flip her coms to voice activated, then Canary responds to Jessica. "Those things can't get out of here, if they're all like this guy! Captain Marvel, Miss Lantern, go stop those three from getting out, we'll try to deal with this one! You're our firepower and you're airborne!" She looks back to Ollie. "Give Green Arrow a count so he can try to wrap it up again, you're just making it stronger if it's eating your energy, but maybe something low tech will work!     She glances back to Deadpool, before she whistles. "Hey! Mr. Coffee! Think you can wound that thing without killing the guy?" Because putting her hands on an alien symbiote may not be a great idea. 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:'''     "Low tech." He chuffs as he turns around and crouches, bracing in firing position with his arrow coming up and locking in his aim, one eye narrowing as he brings his arrow in line, ready to take his shot at the perfect moment when the field drops and the star fish faced fella starts to drop when gravity reasserts itself on the man. He'll key into the comm frequency and says, "Ready." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Black Canary called it, I'm heading north in pursuit...there are tracks leading to the South and East, someone take these routes," Captain Marvel calls before flying after the tracks leading North, keeping alert and being very attentive for any input from her 7th Sense. Gotta admit, there's some perks for being Kree. 

:'''{{#var:1096|Abigail Brand (1096)}} has posed:'''     Brand refocuses, aiming her pistol at the Starro-infected astronaut, and calling out towards Dinah. "So... when you say -wound-... like... you want me to shoot the alien thing? I can hit a target like that, but... I'm not guaranteeing it's not going to at least -kind- of shoot the poor guy in the face... but, maybe he gets lucky and it's like a sunburn?" She sighs and makes a note... taser or something. Get one. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' "Canary, I can wound anything, but I'm especially good at wounding my pride, what's left of it." He dropped his lime green nerf baseball bat and broke out his katanas, gesturing to one on an imaginary body in front of him. "You get an instant kill here and here. Always remember: go for the kill first, because if you don't, your opponent will. You get a cripple, here, here... here, and here." "Second rule, go for the cripple before the slow kill. A slow kill here, here... and here. Remember, a slow kill may have enough left in him to kill you before he dies. With a cripple, you know you've got him if you keep your distance and wear him down. The rest is all right for the public spectacle in Rome, but here in Central Pennsylvania, we expect more than simple butchery." With that said, he tossed, carefully, one of his katanas to Black Canary, hilt towards her so she could snatch it out of the air if she was as good as he had been lead to believe. Of course, leave it to Deadpool to start quoting Spartacus as they were dealing with the xenomorphs from Alien, or whatever these Starfish were. 

:'''{{#var:105|Suzanne Reinhardt (105)}} has posed:'''     "RRRRRRGH!" Suzanne is actuvely sweating at this point. She has even landed on the ground to concentrate on keeping the astronaut confined. And yes, it's taking all of her concentration to keep it confined, especially with the new blast being fired...... 

:'''{{#var:1028|Jessica Drew (1028)}} has posed:''' "Understood." Jessica Drew calls out, then she's out of the back of a quinjet, making her way down with the assistance of her glider wings, moving towards the southern edge of the field herself while the Alpha Flight agents work on enacting their plan. Carol will find the individual she is tracking, angling off through the field, about to enter a stand of trees. At the edge of the trees, a squad of SHIELD troopers are deploying as well, moving to take up a firing line, ready for whatever might be coming, at least so they think. 

:'''{{#var:105|Suzanne Reinhardt (105)}} has posed:'''     "All right, Miss." The Blue Lantern says softly and belatedly to Black Canary. "It's got one in it's hand, so make sure you stun it too." She then lowers the field and flies into the air to find the rest..... 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:'''     Once that field drops, the Green Arrow lets fly with that second arrow, the tip of it bursting open with a faint snap-hiss of the contents expanding as the cords and cabling burst out, the lengths of metal growing at the last moment to try and encircle the falling form of the starfish-faced fellow even as electricity lashes back and forth between the lengths of wire.     "Now," Ollie says into the comm as he breaks into a run moving from his place of cover and reaching back to the quiver, sliding another arrow free and bring it back up and the ready to fire as he moves. 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Lance (276)}} has posed:'''     The underhanded sword toss succeeds as the hilt slaps into Canary's right hand as she brings it up in a ready position, watching, waiting...and the moment the field, she counts under her breath. "...3....2....1.." And then the arrow hit, uncoiling and, if the plan works, holding it in place just long enough for...     "NOW!" she says, already in motion as she charges, then brings the sword out in a cross cut, her eyes flicking to the hands of the suit, looking for a bulge as she brings the razor sharp tip down to cut through it, trying to maim the starfish...hopefully not the hand. Even then, she only gives herself the one slahs, rolling past as she tries to draw the creature attention to leave an opening for Deadpooll to go after the one attached to the astronaut's face. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Carol strikes on two front, firing one photon blast intentionally ahead of her target, to disway it from charging towards the SHIELD personnel, while at the same time swooping down with her fist extended, a glowing aura engulfing her body. Might not be the best idea for the creature to try and touch her at the moment. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool often plays the fool. Okay, he often is the fool. But there are times when he decides to let loose, and sadly, this isn't one of them. He's playing with it, playing games. He probably could have inflicted grave bodily harm on the starfish, wounding it, killing it -- who knows what that would do to the astronaut underneath? But as Black Canary makes her pass, slashing, he follows, using the opening, since it's been put on a proverbial silver platter for him. The katana, 14th century Japanese craftsmanship at its finest, to slice the edges of the tube-feet suckers. It was a narrow slash, cutting along its face, careful not to hit the astronaut, and it would be excruciating, the equivalent of having your nails cut from your fingertips. Not the end of the nail, but the whole nail. And a starfish has many, many 'nails'. After finishing his slash, Wade turned around and announced, "my name is Wade Wilson. You facehugged my colleague. Prepare to cry. Wait, can starfish cry? Do they have tear ducts? Oh, I'm ruining this moment, aren't I?" 

:'''{{#var:1028|Jessica Drew (1028)}} has posed:''' Green Arrow's arrow entraps the thing as Suzanne frees it from the shielded imprisonment, and the first cut of Black Canary's loaner Katana hits the creature, cutting into it's flesh, though with a fair amount of resistance. It turns out that baby Starros cannot cry, but they can aim their little Starro tentacles towards out everywhere, and shoot energy blasts from the tips of them, as it flails in pain from the first cut, one of them aimed right at wade, managing to unleash a blast as the Merc cuts through the little tentacle limbs. The one that Carol has tracked down stops as the energy blast is unleashed at its feet, so to speak, turning to look up at Captain Marvel, starfish on the astronaut's face, this one a woman, and unleashes a blast of energy up at the costumed hero, this one, however, not nearly as strong as that unleashed by the one that was imprisoned by Suzanne. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Looks like the Starros didn't do their homework about Captain Marvel, because just like the Starro on the astronaut was siphoning the Blue Lantern's blasts, so does Captain Marvel only grow stronger, her aura increasing in intensity, looks like she just might pulverize the poor Starfish creature with her sparkly fist of justice. 

:'''{{#var:105|Suzanne Reinhardt (105)}} has posed:'''     As the Blue Lantern recovers enough to actually fly again, she lifts up to try and stay away from these....things...and observe. "I imagine taking these things in to study them would be a good idea. In a very secure room that can only be opened from the outside....." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool takes the blast to the face, his right side to be precise. It makes him drop his katana for a moment. He looks dazed, taking a step and turning as he pretends to straighten a non-existent tie. The right side of his mask is gone, blasted away, and the flesh has been ripped from him, even missing an eyeball. Of course, his healing factor will see to it. But he looks a piece of work. And then he collapses to the ground, impaling himself on his sword. But he's not dead. No, he felt all of it, and he lets out a little yelp, "Owe, I bent my wookie." 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Lance (276)}} has posed:'''     "Whoa!' Canary says, diving as the baby starro starts shooting in all directions, then sharply doubles back as it chooses to focus on Deadpool, bringing her borrowed sword up again as she winces at Deadpool going down. "Ouch..." she mutters then comes up behind the astronaut, one arm going around its neck as she brings the sword up, then attempts to drive it sideways through the creature, trying to cut it in half while it's no longer clinging to the satronaut as it shoots with all its arms, an angry battle cry escaping her lips as she then rips the sword out away from the astronaut, hopefully tearing whatever is left free and tossing it int he air...for Ollie to shoot, obviously. 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:'''     And just as she brings that thing up into the air like some sort of skeet shot, he brings up his newly nocked arrow, tracking it as he /skiiiids/ along the ground to stop in a partial crouch. The arrow tip follows, follows, then is loosed with a whirr and a twang as it flies across the distance straight at the launched starfishy, the explosive tipped arrow primed to explode at the first jolt of impact. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Still in the ground, there comes an angry voice from Deadpool. It's a little high pitched too, "you insensitive prick!" And as he gets up, using his katana as a cane, he's already looking far better than he did just a moment ago. He's far from normal, but he looks better as his healing factor kicks in, "do you have any idea how much that stings?" 

:'''{{#var:1028|Jessica Drew (1028)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel is able to overpower her errant astronaut, these creatures do not seem to confer any super strength on their hosts, but they are more resilient. The Starfish is able to be removed, destroyed, or whatever she might intend with it! At the main stage, through cunning teamwork, a little face-off and self-impalement, and an arrow from the Green Arrow, the extracted Starro is killed, skewered, cut, and anything else to stop its evil ways! Jessica Drew, off to the south, engages the astronaut who was fleeing that way, a lot of punching, a blast or two of bio-electricity, which is returned to the Spectacular Spider-Woman, probably to colorful language, and some trash talking. As well as a copious amount of punching. While this is all going on, however, there is a call over the radio, lots of gunfire, and screaming. "Aaagh! Allen's down! It's taking Smithson out? oh my god? what is it!" Then static. It seems one of the creatures has broken through the perimeter, and, one of the SHIELD agents will be found missing as well. 
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1699/You Never Can Tell

2017-09-21T19:00:13Z

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|Location=A Smuggler's Ship
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1045|Molly (1045)}} has posed:''' Gunshots in New York. In some areas... that's just Tuesday. And it's one of those areas that's sparking off right now. There's a large container ship docked for loading right now, and from the flashes of light at a distance this would appear to be the source of the commotion. Voices yelling in Japanese, silenced subsonics, but the person opposing them doesn't have any similar such device on theirs. Lean and clad in black, against an oddly rainy night she's a silhouetted shadow against the night sky, hidden from the ship's crew by virtue of the flood lights that light up their work and provide this apparent would-be assassin with easily visible shots. Below there's at least a half-dozen men visible, most of them similiarly clad in black, but the familiarity with which they move about the ship indicating this is their home, one they're familiar with, and one they're not afraid to try and defend with bullets. There's already two body's cooling in the night air, one on the deck, and another in the well of the ship itself, broken and bloody among the bulk of the containers. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' When something strange, and it don't look good, you might call the Ghostbusters, but when there's gunshots in New York, you may want something more reliable. Luckily, Carol's Kree side does give her premonitions every now and then when trouble comes around. This is why a sparkling streak of golden light flashes through the air, as Captain Marvel swiftly makes her way to the site of the shooting, for now keeping above it. Though let's be honest, her bright glow is drawing all kinds of attention, "you know you could hurt innocents shooting like this," she starts descending towards the container ship, hoping to draw fire to herself. For now she has no clue Molly is even on scene. 

:'''{{#var:1045|Molly (1045)}} has posed:''' There's shouting from the men on the ship, glowing golden and flying is certainly more attention-grabbing that the dark smudge sprawled behind the flood lights, but when the first one starts to raise his gun Carol's way, the shot doesn't come from below, it comes from Molly. The lean woman with the silver lenses has no qualms whatsoever about taking advantage of the distraction to put down another one of the men before his friends can decide that somehow, Carol is responsible for the existing issue and they turn their guns her way. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' With her years of CIA experiene as a field operative, Carol is very well versed in identifying shots point of origin, so Molly's partaking in the shooting does draw attention. But not enough to compensate for the multitude of shots from the other guys, so while she keeps track of Molly's position, for now she flies towards the thugs. It doesn't matter to her if she's playing into Molly's gameplan, she just wants to put an end to the wild shooting. "Look at me boys, and tell me you don't want to drop your weapons." Seeing how shots seem to bounce off of Captain Marvel, and she's not even trying to avoid them, maybe it is a bad idea to take this dance with her. 

:'''{{#var:1045|Molly (1045)}} has posed:''' Certainly it's impressing Molly, for all that no-one but her is likely to hear the low, impressed whistle she gives. Their attention is on the Captain, and she's happy to drop off the side of her perch, slithering down to the railing below and then shimmying down further. Three guys, with the brains to work out that they want none of this, one dropping his gun and running for the ramp while the other two throw up their hands. Of those two, one gets targetted by his now former coworkers while the remaining two endeavor to keep Carol busy. It's from below decks that another arrives, a meta-human, at least to judge from the ball of fire being coalesced in their hands with slow patience. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "You wanna tell me why you're shooting willy nilly with complete disregard to the fact people might be on the dock?" Captain Marvel asks, glaring at the men, "besides, you seem a bit too heavily armed for regular container guarding, keeping any secrets here?" She asks aloud, before the meta-human ascends from below deck. "Play with fire, you might get burnt," she warns with a playful wink, for now keeping her distance from the obvious meta. 

:'''{{#var:1045|Molly (1045)}} has posed:''' The meta doesn't appear to be concerned, or perhaps they simply don't speak English given that he shows no sign of stopping his preparation before finally flinging the bright orange ball at Carol. It's somewhere behind that meta that another shot comes. Molly electing to ignore the one's being occupied by the flyer in favor of shooting the guy that had been running away in the back, only to pull back and try to go the other way when the meta starts to pivot her way. The one with the gun trying to shoot at his friend utters something invective, stabbing a finger after the coward,"Mind your own business!" is his harshly accented English impression for Carol. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Carol figures the meta human is easily the biggest threat, she can't gauge his power level quite yet, but she won't willingly step into a power she doesn't know. That would lead to bad consequences, instead she shows her speed, by taking to the air and flying fast enough to attempt to knock the meta and his colleagues down with an impromptu sonic boom. "Down boys!" 

:'''{{#var:1045|Molly (1045)}} has posed:''' Molly wasn't exactly expecting that, for sure, she dives around the far side of the cabin, but the boom still rattles her senses. It's obvious that Carol doesn't really need her help, but apparently she's quite alright with shooting a guy on the ground given the way she leans around the side of the cabin to put a bullet into the one that kept his feet. One of the ones who had surrendered apparently figures the drop off the side of the boat is better than hanging around and takes a dive while the lean woman starts to prowl towards the fallen meta and his companions... and this the Captain by default. It's not, from the way the silver lenses look up towards Carol assessingly, that she discounts her as a potential threat, but from the way she racks her rifle she's going to put a bullet in to the meta next unless she's stopped, a grim-faced creature unimpressive in her plain black jacket, jeans, boots, neither tall nor broad enough nor possessed of enough overt weaponry to be easily declared anything other than a woman with a grudge. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel takes a quick look about to make sure she neutralized everyone, before moving to lift up the meta, grabbing him in an armbar hold, just to make sure he won't be trying anything funny. "Don't shoot him," she tells Molly, "I don't know who you are...but obviously you're not with these trigger happy idiots, so what are you doing on this ship?" 

:'''{{#var:1045|Molly (1045)}} has posed:''' "I'm being paid to shoot him." Molly offers evenly, for all that she wisely elects to keep the rifle pointed towards the deck rather than at the Captain,"And the rest of them, for that matter." she's got no particular qualms in admitting,"As to why... one of the people in that container." she uses the rifle to indicate which,"Is the daughter of the person paying me." her accent has elements of the Tri-State area in it, without actually matching any of them, the underlaying accent just slightly... off,"Now obviously... shooting you is a waste of bullets, and you're not on the list... so how about you go let them out, and I'll finish my job." sounds reasonable to her at least 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "How about we free all the people from the containers, and I'll get these guys some richly deserved jail time, without shots being fired..." Captain Marvel's alternative suggests she's not a fun for randomly killing when it's not necessary, these goons are beaten, she's not about to let Molly murder them. But she is all for releasing their captives. Shocker. 

:'''{{#var:1045|Molly (1045)}} has posed:''' "Oh great... you're one of them." Molly mutters with a shake of her head,"Lady... jail doesn't work. Lock them up, they get out and do this all over again... my way you don't ever have to worry about it ever again. Y'don't even need to get your hands dirty... either." she does settle the rifle up closer to herself, for all that she has the trigger discipline to keep her finger off the trigger itself as she expels a breath through her nose. "I've got no fight with you... but I leave before the job's finished I'm just going to have to come back again later." she asserts as she brings the rifle up in the direction of one of the fallen. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "That's where you're wrong," Captain Marvel snorts as she gets the 'one of those' speech from Molly. She knows that the element of surprise is a strong factor in beating expectation, and know that she knows the kind of read Molly has on her, she uses super speed to give Molly the kind of push that will put her in the water, while she gets the goons into custody and releases their captives for the authorities to sort out. Yeah, Molly read right, Carol is on the side that believes in multiple chances. The optimistic side. But then she read wrong in that Carol isn't typical, she's not always straight as a ruler, and her solution to this situation was simply to delay confrontation and avoid wasting time with needless posturing. She has no doubt in her mind Molly would survive a little dip in the water. 
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1466/Just Marvelous

2017-09-21T18:58:40Z

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|Location=New York City
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1075|Graydon Creed (1075)}} has posed:''' Senator Creed doesn't want to be at work today. His staff is... well.. Kind of terrified. He's not acting like his normal upbeat and driven self. He came into work unshaven. They had to remind him. He has been going through the motions of doing work, skimming over bills, delegating things he would normally do himself. He hasn't even made inappropriate comments to any of the women on his staff today and that means something is horribly wrong. His office consists of two parts, the staff area with desks, a watercooler, chairs and computers, a TV, everything you would expect, then beyond that his private office where he holds his meetings. The people in the staff area are worried, quietly talking among themselves wondering if he's having some kind of break down. There is a lot of anger between him and the chair of the Senate Defense committee over some kerfuffle. Senator Greendale and he got into a heated argument over something. So heated his staff told Creed's staff they almost came to blows. Now Creed's people are wondering if they are going to have a job by the end of the week and if they should "leak" information now or wait a few days and see if he straightens up. The problem with that is the old Washington saying, "He who leaks first lasts longest." there is no such thing as loyalty in Washington. When the crusader for justice arrives they pretend everything is normal and send her right in with big fake smiles and pleasantries because none of them want to deal with Creed in a bad mood. He doesn't have bad moods. This is something they have never seen before and they aren't touching it with a ten foot pole. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Colonel Danvers is certainly well known figure in the United States, her exploits in the USAF, her achieving a Colonel rank as a woman in combative roles, her later shattering of glass ceilings by becoming director of security at NASA, and some tales of heroics with the CIA. Ultimately, they all dwarf compared to her storied career as an Avenger, and various codenames, be it Ms. Marvel, Warbird, Binary or the current Captain Marvel. Despite all of these, her most remarkable achievement has to be while serving as editor of Bugle's WOMAN magazine, and clashing famously with JJ before leaving the paper and disparaging the would be 'feminist' agenda of the Bugle. Long story short, she is used to deal with men of all walks of life, from supportive to down right misogynists, and while she seldom involves herself in politics at all--true to her military upbringing--she is very much concerned with some elements of Senator Creed's campaign, which is why she set this meeting. No doubt Senator Creed's staff allowed the meeting purely for the ability to toot that such a high profile retired officer and current Avenger is taking interest in the Senator, and Carol for her part wanted to ground the meeting in daily affairs, which is why she shows up in her USAF uniform, rather than dressed in the flashy Captain Marvel uniform. She acknowledges the people who meet her and show her to the Senator's office, but only seem to break her scowling visage once the two are left alone in his office. "Senator Creed, congratulations on being one of the most highly publicized Senators in Senate. There are some Senators people aren't even aware exist, and you're well on your way to being more of a household name than the President." 

:'''{{#var:1075|Graydon Creed (1075)}} has posed:''' The Senator has made himself presentable at least having shaved and combed his hair. He still looks tired. Not sleepy but worn down in his soul. "Fat lot of good it does me." he says then takes a breath and stands up offering to shake the Captain's hand. "Sorry, thank you." he says. "I'm just having a rough week. Please, have a seat. What can I do for you?" he asks trying to force himself onward past his disappointment. He thinks she must be here to ask for something. Probably something for the vets. He's always been a big supporter of the veterans and fixing healthcare for them. Not like other Republicans want to "reform" healthcare he actually wants to give more money to take care of them and encourage new technologies to be used to replace lost limbs in such a way they can simulate human touch again. It's one of the things that makes him popular with the service men. He doesn't just leave them hanging out to dry once they aren't of use any more. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Carol shakes hands with Graydon, and while she's not looking to hurt him, she has a firm assertive grip, belying the years of having to prove herself in the USAF. "Any particular reason your week has been rough...?" Carol asks curiously, leaving it to Creed to share or not share, either way, she knows better than assuming why he is having a hard time. Invited to have a seat, Carol does move to sit down comfortably, before turning to look directly at the Senator, "I actually wanted to see you in person, because I know better than to trust the media, and I was looking to satisfy concerns of my own..." she leaves the Senator room to take a guess at her concerns if he'd like to, but also to measure his method. She, for once, would wait to let the other person speak before taking guesses, as she's just done with the issue of the Senator's difficult week. 

:'''{{#var:1075|Graydon Creed (1075)}} has posed:''' Moving back to sit behind his desk again the Senator says, "I guess I might as well tell you. I don't think I'm going to be around here much longer. " he says then he glances at the door to his office. "The rats are already jumping ship and frankly I'm not sure I want to stay." he says then he turns to his laptop and pulls up a set of files. The first one is a timeline showing wars and conflicts with a growth chart that shows the mutant population. It's a timeline that spans most of man's recorded history. Whenever there is a major conflict in history, just before it there is a growth spike in the mutant population. As history has progressed the spiked have gotten larger and larger. The latest spike is 10 times larger than the largest previous spike. There is a second chart showing the records of active Meta-Genes that looks very similar. "I've been working for years to get congress and the white house to curb the powered population in some way. To let me distribute a mutant cure to mutants who want it, to make power suppression devices available, to make laws that protect the citizenry from the random destruction caused by mutants who can't control their powers. It wasn't a fight I am fighting for my own fame or satisfaction, I'm trying to save lives. " Turning the computer to let her look at the charts side by side. "I've funded research since college to figure out why mutants and metas exist. The data shows one inescapable conclusion, there are at least two groups of people who have been altering the D.N.A. of humanity throughout time. They come, they tinker, there is a bloodbath then they leave and things return to relative normal. They are using us to make weapons. For years I have been trying to curb the progress but no one wants to listen. No one wants to believe that it's just going to keep getting worse. No one wants to believe that we are who we are today because of outside forces but it's true and we are on the eve of destruction. No one will listen. That is why I'm having a bad week. I can see it coming and I can't do anything about it." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Is that so...?" Carol sounds surprised at the revealation, inclining her head slightly at Creed, "sorry to hear that. Rats jumping ship at the onset of a storm tells you a lot about the character of the crew." "Seeing all of your data, I've no doubt you heard the name Weapon X?" Carol asks cautiously looking over at Creed, and naturally, if he had heard of the name, he'll know Carol at the very least will accept there are those into this whole business purely to make living weapons. "Funny you should mention rats jumping ship and seeing the end in sight, I came to speak to you for an altogether different reason. I see someone with potential in you, Senator," Carol sounds quite genuine as she offers the compliment, "you believe in something. But more than that, you act on it. I see you holding rallies, making contact with people, talking to the public, to your constituents, and it seems you have a drive and willingness to do what it takes..." resting a hand on the table, she raps her fingers on its surface once, before adding, "but I also see a devise tone in your politics. Now I've seen your very publicized debate with the blogger, and silly though it may be...I mean, nobody will take an anonymous blogger seriously, you choose to reply...and you entertained that...whoever that even is. I see in you someone who can become President, Senator, and on a personal level...your use of devisive rehtoric is a concern to me. As you might guess, I love my country, our country. I love our values, and I would loathe to see them change. Would you have mutants in your administration if you do soar high enough? Would you consider laws for mutants benefits, along with the very rightful concern for laws to curb mutant crime?" 

:'''{{#var:1075|Graydon Creed (1075)}} has posed:''' Creed says, "Of course I would." like that's a silly question. "I've never advocated for excluding mutants. I'm for excluding mutant powers. For example, I found research done in the early 1990's on a mutant cure. It's unstable, to dangerous to use, but not only did I put my own people on it, I gave it to the Justice League and to Hank McCoy because I wanted to be open with everyone mutant, human and meta alike. There should be a cure and there should be a cure for the cure so no one could ever use it as a weapon. It should be a choice." Leaning back in his chair and letting his head fall back so he can rub his temples, "It's a choice I would like mutants to make, and I think there is a real need to offer power suppression devices on airplanes and in other dangerous environments." he says. Looking back down at the Captain, "I imagine what it's like to be a mutant whose power makes them deformed, or causes explosions. If I was them, I would want to have a device that makes me normal while I'm on an airplane. Then you don't have to worry about being treated differently in an already tense situation. Or you wouldn't need to worry about falling asleep and accidentally blowing up the plane on a long flight. But somehow offering these options to people makes me a racist." he says and flicks his arms up like WTF? "I just want people to not have to suffer like so many have suffered from the cruelty that the power divide creates. Because that is what it is. People who have power define themselves by that power and fight not to lose it. It's the same for wealth and influence. You've seen it, I'm sure." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "There's a certain tone to your rallies, you must have noticed it," Carol never quite goes as far as to suggest it is Creed's guidance to have that 'tone' she is referring to, "do you honestly think mutants would feel safe at your rallies? I am not accusing here, just offering a point of reflection. I think I understand where you're coming from, and it's important to have your voice heard, but I think there's a danger of people misunderstanding you, and riding that wave to take it too far off shore, if you catch my drift." Carol nods at some of the steps mentioned, and then suggests off handedly, "if you could get a person like Dr. Hank McCoy on your team, I think it'll do wonders for you in calming down claims you are on an anti-mutant crusade. You know, when people feel threatened, that's when it's easy to guide them into very bad places. I dare say that is precisely how Magneto got the upper hand in Genosha when he did." Tilting her head at the racist question, Carol notes, "the issues you raise are valid. But you should try and work on your phrasing, if it's more 'us', and less 'us and them', I think your message would resonate better. Also, I would put money on devising other means to neutralize powers. How about get a wrist watch or bracelet form of that collar? I bet people like that blogger wouldn't be as riled up about humiliation aspect if you advertise an effort of the sort." "Ultimately, what I want to present to you, or rather hear from you, is that we're all Americans. We're all in this together, and we want to help a subset of our population to not harm the rest, while being part of the whole. Just, try to work on the phrasing of your message, make sure it's clear we don't want to expel anyone...that is your message, am I right?" 

:'''{{#var:1075|Graydon Creed (1075)}} has posed:''' The Senator says, "Honestly, I can see where they are coming from. A lot of my supporters are anti-mutant and if I seem to lenient on them I'll lose my base." the classic Republican problem, "Honestly, when I was younger, when I saw the world through the lense of loss I've suffered at the hands of mutants, I was like my supporters. That anger is still there. I try to do what is right in spite of those feelings but I resonate so strongly with the racists because I do, deep down inside, hate them. I hate everything they stand for. They are elitist, power mad bullies who claim to be the rightful rulers of the earth." he admits then shrugs, "I want to do the right thing, I want to be inclusive but you can't negotiate with terrorists and that's what most of them are. There are a rare few who don't abuse their power but the majority of them do." "Being a mutant is a cheat code for life. Can't get what you want? Use your power. Something standing in your way, use your power. Can't pay the rent? Use your power to steal. The crime rates prove it. The racists are right. Mutants are dangerous. I will say we are all Americans and we should all be caring for each other, but I won't say having powers is a good thing or even appropriate. If they want to be treated like everyone else, they should want to be like everyone else. That means giving up their powers. If they won't, that is their choice and everyone else has the freedom to make choices in response. " Taking a beat to focus himself he says, "You're right. I do fight for what I believe in and I can't in good conscious pretend that having mutant powers in the hands of random people is acceptable. Powers like that should only be in the hands of people who are trained and held accountable. We don't hand out bazookas to civilians, I can't condone them having powers just as strong or stronger because they were born with a special gene." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "I wonder, Senator, if there is ever a time we can educate and uplift our base, rather than condescend to them in sliding our own values, instead of uplifting theirs..." it's a rather important question that likely makes Captain Marvel such a unique standout among the many heroes out there. She seems to look at a bigger picture, and appreciate people's potential to improve and raise themselves, likely why she went so far as to protect criminals the other week in Gotham. She can understand the Senator's plight, but she sees it as cowardly to give in before such a hurdle, rather than leap over it. "Believe you me, I've had my share of loss," Carol takes a distinct moment of silence after speaking those words, doing her best to keep her visage deadpan and avoid giving away any signs of pain or anger. "I'd like to think I've overcome it. I've forgiven the woman who nearly ended my life...I know it's not easy, but that woman is now counted in the ranks of heroes, doing her best to help people. She changed her ways, and my giving her a chance to do it, made it happen. She does more good being alive and heroic, then dead to my revenge, and not helping anyone." "Senator," Carol starts once he's explained how deep his hatred goes, and how the majority of the mutants are terrorists, "I've seen from your own team's statistics, a large correlation between young aimless mutants and violent incidents. Have you considered perhaps legislation to provide these young people direction? Guide them to control themselves as well as their powers? I know of some individuals who work in that field...but if it was a recognized national issue on a federal level, I believe it could help decrease the numbers of such unfortunate incidents. Look at the NRA, we have a staggering number of incidents where guns wrought death, but it is not the gun that they blame. And I agree. Guns never kill nobody, people get shot by people with guns. Do we take the guns? No, 2nd Amandement. For the same reason, we should give these mutants every chance to be good citizen and contribute to the greatness of America, wouldn't you at least agree to that? Nobody should be considered guilty before proven so, correct?" "Senator Creed, let me just remind you that other countries have their own powered individuals, and powered warfare between countries isn't that far off..." perhaps that is the line of thought that had the Colonel interested in meeting with the Senator, future thinking from a military perspective, "I think it would be wise to invest in our own powered community, rather than condemn them from the getgo and find ourselves at a disadvantage compared to our enemies down the line...I don't have to tell you what the Chinese for once are doing with the powered individuals they get their hands on, do I?" Standing up she extends her hand towards Creed, "exactly, people can't learn powers, but they can be trained, and they can be taught accountability. I fully support the need for power negating devices, albeit I would prefer a wristwatch or bracelet form to a collar, and I agree the justice system might be a force to be reckoned with. But I wholeheartedly disagree with the notion that all mutants should be trampled without first having criminals, and they should have a path to be good citizens if they wish it. You'll be surprised by the number of hopeless people who don't know there's a better way." She looks at the door, as if announcing her time running out, before looking back at Creed, "I think you are getting targetted more than you deserve, politically, but I also think you could improve your efforts to be less devisive and more inclusive, and at least recognize there's more than just black and white at hand. I want to believe in you Senator, because at the core, you have a good message...please make it easy for me to do so." 

:'''{{#var:1075|Graydon Creed (1075)}} has posed:''' Standing as well to shake her hand again recognizing that she must be on a tight schedule the senator says, "Perhaps you're right. I have been trying to do everything on my own. I'll reach out to S.H.I.E.L.D. and see if they have any ideas. Perhaps we could start a powered training school. I know some privately run schools already exist but it would be good to have that kind of resource enfolded into our national defense if we need it. Once trained they could become reservists for the National Guard or even your team if they want. Sadly control devices are going to be out of the picture, even for people who want them. The security agencies have made it very clear, the technology is never going to be released where the public can see it. They wouldn't say why but I suspect there is a easy way to defeat the tech that they don't want people figuring out. " he explains. "But I'll stop trying to do everything myself. Maybe if we work together with them we can turn the chaos into something productive. I'll keep you up to date." he says, "Thank you. You've given me a lot to think about. And I know you must hear it a lot, but thank you for your service. I know it must sound tired coming from someone like me, but I mean it. I can't imagine how you do it. " 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "I find that peculiar, that technology I would say is of essential homeland security importance...it's a shame people only consider worst case scenarios." Carol notes, she does shake hands with the Senator before making her departure, nodding and levelling her blue eyes with his, "it never tires me to hear anyone, especially Senators give thank to a soldier's service, more so if it's for enlisted personal and Sergeants with years of service who do not get as many benefits as Officers. A country's strength is measured by it's people's willingness to fight for it, protect it from harm home and away. We owe our future to the men and women who serve." As she starts for the door, she looks back once again and adds, "thank you for giving me time of your busy day Senator," apparently despite being an Avenger, she takes the role of Senators very seriously, and doesn't take it for granted a Senator will clear a spot on his calendar to see her. "I really hope you mean it when you say I gave you food for thoughts, you're certainly one of the more promising Senators we have...I can see you one day making it to the oval office. Good luck, Senator." 
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1342/A very Marvelous Drive-By

2017-09-21T18:57:09Z

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|Date of Scene=2017/07/07
|Location=Crowfeather Bar in Gotham
|Synopsis=Carol Danvers visits the Crowfeather Bar, a den of scum, villainy, top hats, and white roses. A drive-by interrupts moralizing and pleasantries amongst Goths, White Roses, and a Superhero. Favors hang in the aftermath.
|Cast of Characters=1143, 244
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1143|Miss Moreau (1143)}} has posed:''' The Crowfeather Bar is yet another run down tavern in the Narrows, tucked somewhere between a crack house and a very low rent hotel. The usual amount of drugs, prostitution, and other vices flow through this area like water as in many other corners of this most dangerous blight on Gotham. But the Crowfeather has one bright spot to it: a very specific clientelle. Catering to a very small community of poor but enthusiastic goth subset of the residents of the Narrows, visitors are most often dressed in knock-off Hot Topic fare. The inside of the Crowfeather is dim, slightly musky, and smelling of tobacco amongst other smokey scents. The bartender is a bald man in black leathers. The bouncers? Strong men in shades and cheap black suits with beer bellies. Cheap drinks and cheap drugs eagerly spread, desperate men and women slowly dying. A place that should be beneath the notice of anyone other than the most brave or corrupt of vice cops. Only within the last month, a new group of regulars have rolled in. Twitchy, grinning men in charcoal hued suits, women in black and white affairs be they fancy dresses or top hats with polite manners and generous with tips. A single unifying theme amongst them: white roses pinned to their chest, and always a brown haired woman with a red book accompanying them. The White Rose Gang, thieves, mercenaries, and animal smugglers with a reputation for the strange and fantastical have all but taken the place for their own over the past few weeks. But tonight, word slowly spread through back channels and loose lips. Rumors of an upcoming exchange between a branch of the Russian mob and the White Roses hits the streets near the Crowfeather. Details are sparse, but it's almost an open secret of where the Roses can be found. And for a prosperous, rising star of Gotham's criminal scene, there's always those looking to cut them down, or in the law's case, take them in. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' It's not that Carol was looking for trouble, so much as she happened to be in Gotham for official business, and had to make a brief stop at the nearest bar. Any bar. No, she doesn't have any drinking problems. It's none of your business anyways. She just have cravings, urges, and it's only on occasions. Now and then. Infrequently frequent. That's at least how she finds herself in the Crowfeather Bar at the moment. Sure she doesn't look like she fits with all the goth that inhabit the place, what with the bright golden lightning bolt emblazoned on her black crop top, her very flashy red leather jacket, and plain ol' washed up jeans that has no rips, chains or pyramid studs on them. But a paying customer is a paying customer. The fact she heard some tidbits about a gang calling themselves the White Rose had nothing to do with Carol choosing this specific bar for her nightcap, that was just sheer happenstance. Walking up to the bald bartender, she keeps half an eye on the people around, seeking those white rose pins, "don't suppose you carry any aged scotch in this fine establishment?" She asks hesitantly. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Miss Moreau (1143)}} has posed:''' The bald man, more wide than tall, cracks a smile. A half-yellowed, crooked smile, but one that's bordering on warm. His eyes are wary. The woman screams 'outsider', and few in the Narrows are welcoming of such. The clashing clothes has nearly the entire bar peering at Carol at one point or another. But not too long. That's a good way to end up shot or stabbed here. "Heh. You a comedian, lady? 'Cause that's a funny joke." A few of the patrons laugh. One or two 'ironically'. There's even a top hat dipped Carol's way, from men and women alike, amidst low wolf whistles. Yet cruder comments are conspiculously absent. A large, dirty looking bottle is pulled down from the top shelf, and opened after a good dusting. A glass is set down, and poured, then all but shoved towards Carol. "Best we got. Not from around here." A statement, not a question. Almost as if on cue, the doors to the bar open, and a trio emerge. Two people in suits and tophats, lumps beneath their suit jackets clearly packing small automatics. Between, a slender woman in a dress that almost drowns her in ruffles and corset, long brown hair fluttering with every confident movement. Her arm is on the taller of the two, a cane tucked into her free armpit. She hums, voice warm and carrying in the bar, a smile on her face. A bit of cheer in the dim darkness of the bar. They all sit at a table close to the bar, easily within view of Carol. All three have those white roses pinned to their chests. It's the woman that speaks first. "Was that you I heard, Mister Jenkins? When it pleases you, vodka for Sebastion, a beer for Daniel, and scotch for myself." Comes the woman's voice, of cultured nobility harkoning to British, marred by an undercurrent of native Gotham running strongly. Obvious airs, but ones she clings to. Said Sebastion and Daniel, look about warily, nodding to one or two, before both settle on Carol. She sticks out. The bartender quickly fills the order, pouring another glass of that same scotch and soon gathering the two other orders. "Sorry Princess, hope you weren't thinking of getting the first taste. Got another weird one." Comes the bald man. Moreau's gaze doesn't move, yet she giggles. "Oh? Have we a visitor?" Questions the woman. There's a fourth seat at the White Roses' table, empty. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "I know, right? Didn't expect, but if you never ask, you never know...some people can surprise you," Carol offers with a big grin, at least she knows to not get offended from every little quip. "So, a cheap blended whiskey than?" She asks for an alternative she believes the place must have, even if they water it down. Carol seems unfazed by the wolf whistles, and inclines her head at the occasional dipped hat, which she really didn't expect. Old fashioned, sure, but cute, in a weird sort of way. She accepts the bottle pushed her way, blowing on it to clear some dust, before reaching to pour herself a glass. "I appreciate you bothering to look for something," she offers the bartender, and then looks back as the door opens and a notable trio walks in. "Guys...I'm sure you know all about the 2nd Amandement, but I do believe it's not inclusive of those automatics you're brandishing in public...could you please put them away?" That's how nice Carol is, she always asks politely first. Some make the mistake of taking it to mean she's not going to get tough if need be. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Miss Moreau (1143)}} has posed:''' 'Jenkins', Harvey Jenkins in fact, gives a big fat nod. And then he leans in, side-eyeing Carol. "Cheaper than a five dollar whore. But don't tell the Princess that. Let her have her pride." Whispers the man, before coughing. The drink, in fact, tastes like the most bottom barrel blend that one could buy. It burns horrifically. Yet, it's not watered down. The Crowfeather takes care of it's own, or perhaps the Roses simply have imparted some of their brutal honor to the place. "Anything if you've got the cash." Offers Jenkins aloud. Several glasses get raised. One man falls out of his chair drunk. The two men scowl. They look to each other silently. Then the taller Sebastion speaks up. "Who the hell are you to..." WHAP! A cane lashes out like lightning, and Sebastion is clutching his nose. "How many times must I tell you, Sebastion? Manners. Do as the Lady says. You as well Daniel." With extreme reluctance, and after shoving his nose back to alignment on Sebastion's part, those guns are tucked beneath the table or into a bag. Carol would soon have the brown haired woman tapping her way over slowly to join her at the bar. The two men are soon flanking the women. All at the same time, all three take a pull of their drinks. "Aaah! Wonderful, Jenkins! You have outdone yourself!" The bartender glows with pride. A hand, gloved and thin, is offered to the sound of Carol. "So very curious, to meet an outsider with manners here. Old traditions die painful deaths in this city of bloodlust, decay, and insanity. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss. Please call me Miss Moreau." Offers the woman with a smile and voice pleasant. Another low giggle. "...Seek you a thrill among the broken?" Comes Moreau, curiously. The faint screeching of tires can be heard in the distance. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Carol smirks at Jenkins, not having expected any less of any bottle one might procure around this bar, but beggers can't be choosers. She'll drink what she can get, heck, at the very worse she once tried some medical alcohol. It wasn't too good at all, and an experience best forgotten. When she has a sip, Carol looks surprised, going as far as to raise her glass at the bartender, "well I'll be damned, not watered down, congratulations," from her distinct non reaction, it seems she's not your casual every now and then drinker, she handles the burning without flinching. Carol was all ready to tango with Sebastien if he was going to openly protest her request, but then the woman proves to truly be the brains of the operations, she played the correct move in a game the goons likely didn't realize was being played. "Thank you," she says to the lady, "good to find good people who will respect the law, even here, in this unreputable place." She looks from the corner of her blue eyes at the 'tender and quips, "no offense." "I'm not in the habit of inviting myself to join people I've just met, but would you care to invite me to join you for a drink?" Carol asks, holding up her bottle, "apparently the best whiskey you can find here...I should know, Jenkins had to look for it." She's quick at picking names it seems, having just heard it in the exchange around her. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Miss Moreau (1143)}} has posed:''' It's a step up from medical alcohol. Maybe even a small bunnyhop! But not by much. Still, the fat bald bartender looks happy, peering from Moreau to Carol and back again. "We're not much, lady. Bunch of weirdos in here, ain't that right, ladies and gentlemen!?" Suddenly shouts the bartender. Glasses raise, and laughs ring. A man in the back gets slapped for getting too handsy. The last glass raised in Moreau's. "Crows of a feather, Jenkins." A nod. A second round of drinks. Carol would find her glass refilled. Daniel slides cash forward. Should the woman try to protest? Sebastian would grunt and clear his throat. Painfully. Moreau knows her way around that cane. Her goons silent, Moreau speaks for them all. "I am afraid you shall find 'law' and 'good' in short supply here. The words you are looking for are 'decorum' and 'respect'. The Crowfeather is simply a place to...rest our weary hearts. Outsider? Native to the Narrows? Treat us with both, and you shall be treated as a guest. As...family. Feel free to indulge in the pleasures of this bar as it suits you, oh Nameless Maiden." Comes Moreau, almost whispering. Carol manages to distract the odd woman. "Oh, dear Mister Jenkins! So thoughtful! Come, come, we must dance for your efforts!" Jenkins' protests are cut off swiftly. "No, no, I will not hear of..." Starts Moreau encouragingly. Her smile is wide. That's when those tires screech to a halt. Doors to two black sedans open, and men in dark suits with black roses pinned to their chests step out. Triggers are pulled. Moreau is out of her seat in a single moment, her quiet voice suddenly howling. "DOWN!" Almost all of the bar drops, Narrows instincts serving them well. Sebastian is slower. Maybe still dazed, maybe a little drunk, the raking fire of AK's busts through wood and glass and metal of the run down Crowfeather. Miss Moreau grasps the man, throwing herself atop him as bullets rake towards the woman's midsection. Jenkins, all but growling, blindly fires a shotgun from where he dropped behind the bar. One of the black suited thugs go down. One of the thugs yells. "ICE THE WITCH! Forget the rest of them!" 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Hey, people from all walks deserve a good time," Carol acknowledges Jenkins toast, sharing a drink, as she looks curiously at Moreau. She shrugs at the correction of semantics, "call it what you will, but I hold that you can find it anywhere, it's up to a person to be noble or ignoble, no matter their profession of choice." Not invited to join the table, Carol doesn't mention her request, it's up to Moreau if she'll have her or not. She was at least cordial enough. "Not nameless," she says to Moreau, having meant to introduce herself after she joined her group at their table. Instead, introductions are delayed by the cry of 'DOWN!' and the rapid fire that follows. Carol, however, stands out in defiantly remaining on her feet, and simply turning for the door. Walking rather menacingly towards the men who just started shooting up the place with their AK's. The look on Carol's visage might be a tad unsettling for the shooters, if they care to look rather than fire blindly. "I am," she offers Moreau a reply for her earlier question, "Carol Danvers...better known as Captain Marvel." She levels her gaze with the shooters, her body starting to glow as bullets bounce off of her, "name means anything to you boys?" She's fair, she gives them a chance to reconsider and surrender before going to town. They picked a bad bad time for shooting up the place. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Miss Moreau (1143)}} has posed:''' Moreau's words just prior to the chaos are thoughtful, and slow. "In any other city, I would say that you are correct. Senators and whores with hearts of gold, officers of the law and drug dealers seeking nothing but power and wealth over the backs of the less fortunate...but there is something beastly here. Beyond the failings of men. No. This city should rightfully belong to a very special sort of person." Offers the woman. That invitation, almost on the White Roses' lips, is torn down by gunfire. Bullets bounce, and the black-rose men pause. One of them already injured, pulled to the sedan, they're staring as the brown haired woman remains whole and healthy. Stray bullets have lashed off of Captain Marvel, striking into her ruffles. They find purchase briefly, but no further than that. Sebastian shudders, unharmed, and grips Moreau's hand. She smiles. One down, Marvel speaks her name. She stands as a wall of power before these mortal men. Only a single stray bullet finally grazes Jenkins' cheek. He licks off the blood, and grins. The leader of the black rose wearing men, screams aloud, Captain Marvel's name making him grow eggshell white as it's spoken and those bullets fall from her. "I'll kill you next time, Moreau! You were just lucky!" Moreau's hand is reaching for the Scarlet Tome at her side. Black Sedans peel out, away from the chaos of the now bullet-peppered bar. The meaty hand of Jenkins stops her, and the other pats her head. "Save your anger Princess." Silence reigns in the chaos. Four of the patrons run out, hats falling. The majority pick themselves up. Drinks, slowly, are being refilled. Jenkins is out from the bar, checking for wounds and encouraging the small crowd. Moreau turns to Carol. Her cheeks are blushing. Her smile is almost feral. "It seems...that I owe you a Boon, Miss Danvers. For both my own life, and more importantly, those of my Family and friends. I find myself confused. Why would you endanger yourself for those so lowly as us?" Her question, and offer, is earnest. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "And just who might that person be...?" Carol asks Moreau curiously, already having her suspicions before the bullets began to fly. "Might I suggest next time you have your gang fights, keep it off public grounds, avoid harming civillians..." Captain Marvel knows better than to think she can control and demolish the entire underworld, she's educated and experienced, more than dozens of men. But she knows that she wields enough might to steer things in directions that would at least cut down on loss of innocent civillian lives. She can be quite persuasive, she hasn't even began with the Black Rose hitmen and they seemed to have already gotten the message that they shouldn't try their luck with her. With the Black Roses splitting for safety, likely praying that Captain Marvel won't set chase, she turns back into the bar, dusting off her bullet torn clothes, revealing glimpses of an otherworldly toned body underneath, "lucky I stopped by for a drink, these guys were crazy," she tries to down play what just happened, before turning to Moreau when she addresses her with a question. "I don't buy it, Miss Moreau, there's no such thing as lowly...there's only those who haven't been shown they can make more of themselves. Those who lost faith and therefore their way. Look at the likes of the King Pin, he may be quite a chaotic force in the underworld, but he also does a lot of good. I believe if you can steer a person and show them the way, bad or good, lowly or high, mighty or meek, they all might surprise you. Humans are incredible, bearing souls like shining diamonds. It's just that some of them need to be polished before revealing their radiance." 

:'''{{#var:1143|Miss Moreau (1143)}} has posed:''' "And in turn, I shall say that I do not desire the life or pain of any truly innocent person. Children...the poor not engaging in our sort of lifestyle...I have no quarrel with them, Miss Danvers. You asked me the sort of person that this city belongs to?" She too stands, brushing off a stray round from her dress. The heavy silk-and-kevlar vomits a few rounds. Sebastian takes to her feet on unsteady legs. Her ear is tilted, the Black Roses long gone. Her nails finally brush away from the book at her side reluctantly. The anger roils within her, begging vengeance for this insult, for trying to hurt her Family, to tear the life from herself and those so close. For a moment, there's a bloodthirsty scowl to the mage. It lifts, as she addresses Marvel once more. "This city of Gotham, so often clad in Darkness, belongs to those of us born with beastly urges. To hunt, to kill and slay each other and rejoice in the sweet, delicious scent of blood! To lust and hate and love without reason through any means necessary! The criminally insane and those who know nothing but scorn from the rest of humanity...to me and my Family, that is what Gotham truly is. Not the G.C.P.D., their politicians, or the idle rich who make profit off of our backs." Comes Moreau. Her words are heartfelt, and yet, bitter. A deep breath. There's tension still in the bar, both from the shooting and Marvel's words. Police won't be here for a very long time of course. Still, many are already emptying out. Jenkins threatens more than one tab. And then, she's laughing. Her two goons laugh in turn, nervous, shifty. They're already moving her towards the exit of a bar just as a glaringly white sedan pulls up. Daniel gets an elbow in the side, and that alone lets her linger just a few, final moments. "I am afraid I have never once beheld such radiance. My Family has done nothing but fend for themselves. Never once have I been told of any 'radiance' that you speak of! A 'right path'?" Her smile turns sad just before both men wrestle the woman into the car. Both take whacks to their nose, and she finally stops to curtsey before Captain Marvel. "Miss Danvers! I would like to meet you again in less dangerous circumstances. If you truly believe what you say, then I would hear how you would lead such lustful souls as us to shining brightness! Good night, dear Hero. This debt will not be forgotten." She turns, and daintily steps in, her minions following into the car. They too, peel out. Jenkins slowly stands up. He has a mop over one shoulder, and then there's the rest of that bottle slamming down. "Rest is on the house." He adds, with a wink. 
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1125/There's No Such Thing As Aliens

2017-09-21T18:55:54Z

SerraKeto: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2017/06/24 |Location=New York City |Synopsis=Captain Marvel happens by an alien in need of assistance from brilliant minds, she refers him to her f..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/06/24
|Location=New York City
|Synopsis=Captain Marvel happens by an alien in need of assistance from brilliant minds, she refers him to her friends in the Avengers.
|Cast of Characters=244, 811
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel has had quite a career, and as a result, quite a few connections far and wide, on and off world. Today she was visiting at the Xavier Mansion, and right now, she's on her way back, flying rather low across Westchester. She stands out quite a bit, what with her recognizable uniform, and the sparkling glow she leaves in her wake, painting the sky briefly. 

:'''{{#var:811|Dion Archeval (811)}} has posed:''' It's hard to miss that, the sight of a person flying through the air with a sparkling contrail. And there's a man sitting on the edge of a building's roof as she begins to fly over. He stands, tilting his head up to look, squinting a bit. He still isn't used to these new eyes... So if Carol happens to be looking down, she'll see him -- a dark-skinned man with wild black hair, rather skinny except his shoulders. Which makes sense because he's got wings; the muscles to move those things adds some bulk to his upper body, but he's by no means huge. He's shirtless -- also probably because of the wings -- but he's still mostly decent, black pants and a pair of black boots that almost look like a military boot of some kind. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' A man standing on the roof of a building, not doing some maintenance work, is more often than not suspicious, so at the very least, Captain Marvel flies nearer for a better look. She does come to land not far from him, on the same roof, as she studies his wings and military grade boots. "Good day for sky viewing...?" She asks with a hint of a smile on her lips. 

:'''{{#var:811|Dion Archeval (811)}} has posed:''' Dion draws back a little when Carol begins to swoop down; she could be preparing to attack! However, he pauses when she speaks. That's when he remembers. Language. Dion realizes after she speaks that he's still learning it. He tilts his head, first one way and then the other, blinking. The gesture is very birdlike. "...Sky... viewing?" he says, slowly. There's an indication that he may not quite know what these words mean. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel does know a myriad of languages thanks to her Kree side of things, and she considers Dion more carefully as he struggles with English. Than again, it shouldn't necessarily mean he is an alien, so she doesn't immediately try for Shi'ar, one of the more well known languages beyond this Earth. Instead she goes to the far more intuitive gestures, pointing at her eyes, and up at the sky, "watching the sky...looking...are you doing something else?" 

:'''{{#var:811|Dion Archeval (811)}} has posed:''' Dion looks up at the sky when she points. "...Viewing," he says again. "Sitting. I was..." He pauses, blinking a few times. He frowns. Clearly he's looking for the word. He says a word, not in English -- or any other Earth language. Then taps the side of his head. "In here." He says that alien word again. If Carol has translation abilities, she'll pick it up -- 'thinking'. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Yes, viewing," Carol nods, as he follows what she means this time around, looking intently at him as she surmises his meaning, asking, "about what? Is there anything wrong?" She asks in the simplest words she can choose, not wanting to confuse the winged man. 

:'''{{#var:811|Dion Archeval (811)}} has posed:''' Dion pauses a moment to parse her words, then nods. He looks back at his wings, unfolding them just a bit, as if to indicate them as the source of the issue. The limbs move... awkwardly, somehow, as if they're not fully under his control. Or... well, like a baby bird that hasn't learned how to use its wings yet. Though his are fully grown. "This," he states. "Not..." Another pause. This time he finds the proper word. "...Normal." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel doesn't take much more than that to realize the potential issue to hand, and immediately offers, while gesturing for wings to help him understand, "those...not yours? Someone gave them to you?" She tries at first the simple way, before adding, "was it a beam? An experiment in a lab? Something else? Do you need help?" 

:'''{{#var:811|Dion Archeval (811)}} has posed:''' Dion returns the wings to their proper positions on his back. At least he knows how to hold them at rest, so there's that. At the question of the wings not being 'his' , Dion nods. Though the rest of the questions seem to confuse him a bit. "Enemy," he tries to explain. "Animal. But..." Another tap on the side of his head. "Changed me." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Considering the avian features, Carol does eventually try a bit of Shi'ar, on the off chance it would be easier for Dion to parse, "<can you explain what happened? Who is this enemy? How did he change you?>" 

:'''{{#var:811|Dion Archeval (811)}} has posed:''' It's not Dion's language. But it's similar. Not similar the way Spanish and Italian are similar... more like German to English -- the lexicon is mostly there, but used in ways that are unusual. Dion seems taken aback, blinking a few times in confusion. But then he registers what was said. Thinks. It's easier to understand at least, even if it does take some thought. So, slowly, Dion says in his language, "<My people's enemy. The Toreans. They are animals. They were led by a... halfbreed. My people and theirs.>" Indicating the wings again. "<The building blocks of the body. He changed mine, until these appeared.>" Though he does feel the need to assure her, "<He is no more now."> Of course, how much of that Carol will actually be able to understand, Dion doesn't know. But she does look like a hero, in that costume. And the costumed ones are supposed to help people, right? So he should be able to let her know the problem. Shameful to him or not, Dion's military mind and training utterly refuses to let a problem go unaddressed. He's stuck with these wings, most likely, and not being able to use them is a liability. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "" Captain Marvel assures Dion, before explaining, "" It's about as much as Carol can offer at this point in time, before reaching for one of the pouches on her sash belt, and presenting Dion with a contact card, "" 

:'''{{#var:811|Dion Archeval (811)}} has posed:''' Dion nods. He accepts the card, though there's a high likelihood he can't read it, given the somewhat confused look he gives the card. "" he assures. "" But he does offer a bow. "<My name is Dion Archeval. And I thank you.>" 
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893/Weekend at the Park

2017-09-21T18:54:28Z

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|Location=Central Park
|Synopsis=Carol Danvers gets to meet Ares, who displays surprising parenting skills.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:'''     Saturdays in Central Park are always very active, the great sweep of green and grass and trees is always a focal point for the people visiting Manhattan as well as those who live there. Any number of events are often going on. There are local baseball clubs playing games, art shows at times, rallies. There are even some plays at times. But for most people they just come there to get back in touch with nature to a degree, to enjoy the feeling of grass on bare feet and to enjoy the sun without the giant shadow of looming skyscrapers standing sentinel over them all the time.     Near one of the lakes there's a playground that has the needed equipment for a kid's childhood happiness. There are all the old pieces. There's a seesaw, a set of swings, a sandbox, there's even a jungle gym of old logs shaped to be a pirate ship complete with a slide instead of a plank to be walked. And where there's a Saturday afternoon at a playgroud, there are kids. Being noisy with laughter and screams, running around playing brilliant games of make believe whose rules change from moment to moment. At times a parent's voice will lift to call out across the way.     But in this one moment it just so happens that that voice belongs to a large man seated on a bench where he can keep an eye on his son. "Alexander!"     A blonde child comes running off away from that pirate ship, skidding to a halt in front of a well built man in jeans and a t-shirt. A black baseball cap shields his eyes from the sun. That child looks at his father, "Yes, dad?"     "What did I tell you about hitting girls?"     The kid sighs and shuffles his feet a little, "To don't do it unless they mean to really hurt me."     "Right," The seated man on that bench peers at the young man's eyes, "Unless you are both training together. But this is not training, this is play. Understand."     Another sigh, "Yes, sir."     "Alright, off with you. I will be watching."     The kid turns around almost instantly and beats feet. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Carol Danvers happens to be out and about on this Saturday in Central Park, dressed in blue running crops and top, she was doing some exercise. She had just finished another lap by the playground, in time to pick up on the unexpected lecture from a father to his son. Something that caught her attention, as she waited a moment, looking over the kid, and then finally approaching the father, "wish more parents were like you, Sir, that was very classy thing to do. Raising your kid to be a gentleman? Or you're one of those weirdos that actually have morals...?" She asks half jokingly. 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:'''     For a moment she might see a glimmer of annoyance on his features, for in the past he's heard people speaking to him about what he should and shouldn't do with his child. At times it has been negative, at times it has just been patronizing. But as he turns his head to the side to listen to her, brown eyes meeting her gaze his brow unfurrows and a small 'heh' slips form him as he lifts a hand, fingers uncurling to the side as if brushing off the compliment.     "That is kind of you to say," He looks after Alexander's retreating back, then gives Carol another look. In her time in the military she's probably had more than her fair share of guys giving her the once over. He does so as well, but perhaps not for the same reasons. Where some might be considering curves and features. His glance is more to take the measure of a person, their manner, their stance, but also to recognize them for what they are. A warrior? A leader?     But then she makes her teasing joke and his lip curls wryly as he gains his feet. And he's tall, a good way past six foot and half to seven. Not the tallest she's seen assuredly considering the crowd she travels in, but tall all the same.     "Definitely a weirdo, miss." He extends a hand, "John Aaron." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Carol has been in many male dominated environments, be it the Military, the CIA, NASA and likely the worst being the Bugle. She knows all manner of things about being looked down upon, not being taken seriously, and naturally being first and foremost considered for her looks. But she's also not the kind to go crazy over a guy giving her a once over, it's something she's more or less gotten used to in her time, and so long as people are respectful, there's usually no issues at such slights. In fact, she's so used to being given a onceover, that she doesn't even consider this man might be different. That he may be looking at her for a different sort of measure altogether. He will find a confidant stance, an athletic build, toned muscles, and a level of strength that seem to emanate from her. Having been a Colonel in the USAF, a Security Director in NASA and last but not least a superhero and an Avenger, Carol certainly carries herself as a person who is willing to take on one and all, and expects to be respected. Warrior and leader are certainly two qualities one might spot in her, given a good appraisal skill. It's not often that Carol has to look up at someone, so this man certainly steals her attention for more than a cursory moment, as he gets up and extends his hand. She readily shakes it, proving to have a firm strong grasp, "pleased to meet you, John Aaron, I'm Carol Danvers...wish more fathers were as attentive as you." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:'''     His own handshake is firm, not aggressive. It's precise, two pumps, done, and through it all his eyes remain on hers steadily. "Mm," A man of few words apparently as she offers her introduction and then comment on his parenting. He turns to look across the way, hands resting upon his hips as he watches Alexander rushing around playing some form of tags with the kids. Some of them have sticks and are sword fighting, others are clamped onto the wooden 'masts' of the pirate ship. It all looks terribly involved.     But then he looks back to her and says with a small ghost of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he remembers his manners. "It's good to meet you, Ms. Danvers." He then takes a step back and gestures with the uncurling of a hand towards the seat nearby, an offer to join him if she wishes even as he takes his seat back. "I just muddle through best as I can. If you saw me trying to figure out diapers you wouldn't exactly be singing my praises. I have dealt with officers that were less pernicious." A small touch point, they're both military... or ex-military. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Carol seem to equally take something of a measure of John, even if she doesn't make it an obvious thing, just a slightly lingering glance and a subtle inclination of her head. As she follows John's gaze, she takes a few moments of watching the kids at play, before commenting, "I never cared much for the sea as a child...my head was always up in the sky...in space. Seemed more exciting to me." She follows John and takes hi invitation to have a moment and join him, though she goes about a few routine stretches rather than sitting, excusing herself with a quipped, "hope you'll excuse me not sitting down, I just want to have a proper cool down after running some laps. I like to exercise on the outside, rather than in a gym." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:'''     "A good choice when you can take it," John's response is accepting, calm as he settles back on the park bench, one leg crossing over the other and his am resting upon the back of the seat. His eyes are distanced, watching the children at play for a moment as if making sure that they're still there, then he looks back to her as she stretches.     "A man I once knew preferred to teach his students in a field when he could. Martial arts." He smirks a bit and rubs at his chin, the stubble there scratching a bit. "But he had the cops called on him once, and some students who complained about their gis getting dirty." A shake of his head is given, that smirk still there slightly. "So he gave up the dojo, and just takes one or two students on now and again."     But then he slips back to the here and now, looking back at her. He quirks an eyebrow for a moment at the stretching, but shifts his gaze away. Now he's not one to ogle, but she is a beautiful woman after all. He then says sidelong, "See I knew there was something airforce about you. You got that eye in the sky look to you." Perhaps the tone is a little teasing, informal if nothing else. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "I didn't have that choice available to me...but I fought for it," Carol says proudly when John puts the clause of availability for such things. She smiles as he relates the story of the man who would teach Martial Arts in the open, "the best way to learn Martial Arts, what style do you practice?" She asks curiously, assuming he knew that man because he learned from him. Hearing what happened to the man, Carol stops stretching and rolls her eyes, "seriously? People wanted to learn Martial Arts, and complpained their Gi got dirty? I would dare say they had much learning still to do. I feel for their teacher, having such mindless students." Carol wasn't one to ever be vulnerable to flattery, but she does carry an immense sense of pride in the Air Force, and so John's words manage to loosen a smile out of her. A proud one. "Glad it's notable, it will always be a part of me. The Air Force gave me the tool to become strong and achieve my goals." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:'''     The tall man is not looking at her as she asks him her question, but she can see the smile it brings to life on his features. He looks at her askance for a moment, away, then back again as he considers his answer. For a moment he considers actually telling her the whole truth, as if it would be good to share that connection, but connections cause problems at times, dangers. So instead he tells her a partial truth. "A little of this, a little of that. I've learned what I can."     There's a pause as he looks away then. And for a moment his smile loses its guardedness, just a small second when Alexander off in the distance waves to him. He waves back, not as enthusiastic, because he must project the proper image to the world, to the child. But still, a small glimpse into the man.     He turns back to her, "Besides, if I told you then if we ever sparred you'd have an edge." John's smile returns, but a little wry as he meets her gaze, something subtly challenging there before he looks away.     "But yes. You seem..." He pauses for a moment as if trying to figure out how to explain this, "You seem at ease in your skin. Like you know who you are, what you have done, and are accepting with that. It's a rarity to see in a person." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' She looks at the minimal exchange between John and the kid, looking at it from a distance as it were. She did not expect to have children of her own, not with her lifestyle, not with her life choices, and not with where her path lead her to. So it was something bitter sweet to observe, but she doesn't linger long on the thought, just as John says, she is comfortable in her skin. She is very accepting of who she is. She actually seems quite surprised at the observation that John makes about her from such a little exchange, "first of all I must say I'm impressed you'd consider me a sparring partner. Men usually tend to disregard women, even when they realize they have had training." She then looks more deeply into John's eyes, her own blue eyes quite focused and serious in their gaze, "you're quite astute. Mind if I ask what gives you that impression about me...? That is...not something I heard often, certainly not from a person I've only just met." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:'''     A low rumbling laugh slips from him, his voice that deep baritone almost makes it sound like the sound is a growl, but it's good-natured and offered to her freely. "The women I have known in my life, often they are the greater danger if I was to go against them." He shakes his head and looks at her with that open half-smile, and she perhaps will never fully know the truth of that statement considering who he has faced in the past and who has felled him.     "I have met quite a few who have enjoyed knocking me down when I thought myself well and truly the victor."     But then she asks her question and he looks at her again, chewing the inside of his cheek slightly, those severe features seeming so curiously eased by the informality of his expression. "Your approach at first. If I may," He asks for truly offering analysis about anyone can be a touch rude. "You spoke your mind, uncaring as to the opinion of others, or those around you." He glances to the side at the other adults who are passing back and forth along the paths, who are each wrapped up in their own little world. "You advanced upon me with a declaration, and wanted nothing further from it than to make that declaration. You were complete in action without my acknowledgement, approval, or comment. You needed none of it, and sought none of it. Your life would go on."     He takes a deep breath and unless she stops him he'll go on, "But even if you did not speak to me, I could sense some of those aspects to you without the words we shared. The way you stand is strong, you are aware of your surroundings. Your sense of security seems to come from a knowledge that you read the world as it is, and that you are competent enough to deal with most all it could throw at you." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "That's a fresh perspective, where are you from? I have to ask..." Carol can't help herself as John seems to be an all around cool guy, going as far as to suggest life had taught him some women may be more dangerous than some men. Not something she's used to hearing, especially from men who would speak of martial arts and the likes. He had to have been more than a weekend dabbler in martial arts training. "Oh, that truth goes beyond gender. He who gloats in victory, is soon to meet defeat." When John actually answers her question, and explains his analysis, Carol claps her hands twice, "that is a very good set of eyes and ears that you have, John Aaron. Having such gift for observation, I must wager that you must be very confidant in your station as well. Truly pleased to meet you, John." 

:'''{{#var:340|Ares (340)}} has posed:'''     A small laugh slips from him and he shakes his head, as if her enthusiasm embarrassed him. He then furrows his brow as he checks the watch on his wrist, then starts to gain his feet. "It has been entirely lovely, Ms. Danvers." He streeetches a bit, joints giving a faint crackle of cartilage before he grimaces at one that seems to pain him a little. His smile comes back easily as he looks to her, "I'm afraid I need to depart,"     He turns and lifts his voice, "Alexander! We're leaving."     Distantly the boy responds, "Coming!"     And to lend truth to the word, the boy starts running towards them. John turns back towards her, "I'd love to speak with you again if you share the same wish. I'm in the book." He steps towards her and offer his hand again. A slightly less formal shake as the previous one, but then he smiles. "Take care of yourself, Ms. Danvers."     And then he steps away to move towards his son and scoop him up into his arms, carrying him on his hip one handed. "Alright Alexander, we're off to see your Aunt. Best behaviour."     The blonde kid replies, "Yes, sir." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Another quick handshake for parting, as Carol nods at John's words, "if we get the chance, certainly," and then she gets right back to her exercising, picking up the pace as she sets off on another round about Central Park. 
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753/The Tumor City

2017-09-21T18:52:56Z

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|Date of Scene=2017/06/02
|Location=Haunted City
|Synopsis=Strange things abound in an unfortunate city, heroes respond, and a certain ghosbuster manages to save the day with a little help from her friends.
|Cast of Characters=141, 212, 156, 47, 244, 36, 113, 126
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Kirby, Ohio, seems to be a very small town, all told. Anyone who investigated it would find it to have a population of only 742; the town is so small it doesn't even have its own police force, just a local sheriff's office. The elementary, junior high, and high schools are all in the same building. There are more bars than any other single type of business in the township, with "antique shops" (read: flea markets) pulling the closest second. The tallest buildings in the city are the corn silos. It truly is a nowhere place.     So why would it be the epicenter of this bizarre space-warping phenomenon?     The army's perimeter is concentrated into four camps, with patrols emanating from each. None gets more than half a mile near the city, for fear of what might emerge, or of the warping expanding beyond the city's borders. 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:'''     Conner is flying around just because he can do it. Calling it a 'patrol' would be giving the young man too much credit. But man, given his amazing ability to stumble into trouble, he must be the greatest patrolling hero this side of the galaxy.     Lets see... army, more army, not even a burger shop. (He is hungry). So he flies straight for the largest contingent of soldiers and blurts out, "hey folks, so... what is going on? Can I help?" 

:'''{{#var:156|Jillian Holtzmann (156)}} has posed:''' With Egon and Patty having returned to Manhattan from their stay in Vancouver, Jillian and Winifred were tasked with the trip to Ohio. They didn't want to take the Ecto-1 across the country so a SUV was rented and loaded with the latest in Paranormal Investigation and Containment equipment and the two set out on a good old road trip. Taking turns driving/sleeping, the two arrived fairly quickly as far as such trips go and they aimed their vehicles right for the military. The military were the ones who called them, since the Ghostbusters were an official government-funded agency now. Leaving Fred at the SUV to prep the gear, Holtzmann was greeted and told where to go, to see some high ranking soldier-type about the situation. With hands in her jumpsuit pockets and her goggles resting up on her forehead, Jillian looked to Superboy when he just landed out of no where and asked right-up. "Sure saves on gas money, huh?" She said to him with a small smile. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' There were-- are-- a handful of mutants in Kirby, Ohio. Whether the result of blood or absurd fortune, Jean wasn't sure; she only knew that the little cluster of dots in Middle America made her smile whenever she worked with Cerebro. Which is why she felt compelled to visit the town upon noticing their absence several days ago. A little bit of charm, a little bit of telepathic stealth, and a lot of unforseen charges on her credit card earned her a few scraps of interesting information about the anomaly, but learning more would ultimately require a more committed investigation. Since the Blackbird is a cutting edge piece of experimental stealth technology, she is dropped off within a few dozen yards of the perimeter by a friendly rideshare driver whose reservations about driving out to an inexplicable spatial anomaly were managed by gently applied telepathy-- and a hefty tip upon arrival. From there, she hoofs it the rest of the way towards Kirby, intent on strolling right by the night watch as they find literally anything else in the environment more worthy of their attention than the red-haired woman with an X-marked camera bag slung over her shoulder. She lingers at the edge of the anomaly rather than plunge straight in, because Superboy-- and a woman in a jumpsuit-- arrive not long after she reaches it; given that neither looks at all like a soldier, she decides to rethink pressing in alone, at least for the moment. So, without announcing herself, she's just-- //there// with her arms folded, telepathic cloak dropping as she takes her last few steps up to stand beside Jillian. If any of the soldiers look particularly like they may be in charge - or just takes the initiative of speaking up - they get her immediate attention. 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' Conner is waiting for the soldiers to respond when Jillian makes her comment. "Uh? What does?" He looks around as if about the see some kind of weird invention that saves gas money. He always misses interesting details. "You know?... I don't think this is about gas money..." he decides, sounding doubtious. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Jean points at Superboy, then points up at the sky where Superboy came from, then refolds her arms and cocks her brow a little. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Colonel Landis, Holtzmann's contact, is waiting for her when she arrives. An older man who seems to be in reasonable shape for his age but who looks heavier than he is because of his bulldog-like jowls, he barks, "Didn't tell me you were bringing along the costume brigade, but we'll take whatever help we can get."     <<And hell, it's not like they'll see state secrets, they'll probably never come out if they go in there anyway,>> Jean might be able to hear him think.     "So, you gonna do your scanning or whatever?" he invites none to subtly. "You need something from me?" 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:'''     Yes, Superboy was waiting for the Colonel response. But that was before he saw Jean. Because... redhead. "Hello, I am Conner," he introduces himself, landing close to the X-Woman. "Most people call me Superboy. Nice to metcha."     One does not need to be a telepath to know what he is thinking. Phone number. Maybe free next Wednesday. What is her name?     Scanning? Hmm. Okay, the army man is talking with the blonde. Probably not his business. 

:'''{{#var:156|Jillian Holtzmann (156)}} has posed:''' Holtz was smirking at Superboy's response and she went to reply "Flyi--" But she cut herself off when Jean arrived and did that skyward motion having apparently overheard what she'd said to Superboy. A A smiled spread over Jillian's lips and she gave a quick ocular patdown to Jean before landing her blue eyes onto Jean's own green. "O-Hi-o." She told the redhead. "Now I know why the trip out this far was well wor--" The military guy approached and cut her off, which got a flattened-stare from Jillian. "Scanning and Whatever is our motto, Rear Admiral." She said back at the man before pulling her right hand from her pocket and flipping back a mickey mouse pez-dispenser to tip a little pill-shaped candy into her mouth. "I didn't bring them. But I'm glad they're both here..." Jillian nodded toward Superboy, before speaking up again. "Has anyone come outta the town yet at all?" She then asked the Soldier-guy, while naturally glancing back over to Jean here and there too, cause, yeah... reasons. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     "No ma'am, they have not," the colonel says, not letting himself get ruffled by the lack of respect. Jean can tell he made a conscious choice not to give Holtzmann the satisfaction. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Jean, at least, is wearing black slacks with a Collision Course II shirt. This doesn't exactly //help// justify her presence, but at least it superficially delegitimizes it in a way that's different from Superboy. Her cocked eyebrow turns towards Holtzmann, who gets a small, polite smile-- and then Superboy touches down beside her, drawing both back to him. "I'm-- " -- interrupted by the Colonel, as it turns out. He demands and receives her attention-- twiceover, once he begins thinking his secrets aloud. Nothing more than an intent focus upon his 'greeting' is betrayed by her expression; she's had plenty of practice in maintaining a good poker face around questionable psyches. "And I'm assuming you don't have any data from the inside, right? From drone probes, or-- well, I guess if //you// had the relevant equipment..." A glance is cast towards Holtzmann. "... but-- anything? Before we go in and-- y'know." The camera bag gets a pat. "Document." 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     "No ma'am, we have not," the colonel almost repeats in response to Jean's question. "We've attempted to reach inside, but even satellite imaging and telescopes find that the city seems to be moving and twisting just out of range of the naked eye. We have to assume any transmissions get lost in the shuffle." 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' Superboy frowns at the Colonel for interrupting Jean's introductions. But... what he is saying sounds vaguely alarming. "What about the people? Do you have people trapped there?" He is peering at the space-warp thing, trying to use his enhanced vision to make any sense out of it. Focus, augment. Shift to IR? This is all... very weird. 

:'''{{#var:156|Jillian Holtzmann (156)}} has posed:''' The Pez dispensor was twirled arouna nd then slipped back into her pocket like it were an old west six-shooter. Jillian twisted around on the heels of her boots, causing dirt beneath them to do that crunchy noise. Then she started back toward their rental SUV where Fred had a bunch of gear all laid out already. Jillian started picking various bits and baubles up, little tiny metal machines to something that looked like a home-made bazooka. She held THAT one up in the air and then shook her head and set it back down before going for a leather belt that she wrapped aroun dher torso and cinched with a buckle, the belt was loaded with shiney metal 'grenades' that were each tipped with glowing red lighting. Having a word with her co-worker for a moment, Holtz turned back toward the town, pulled the straps of her Ghostbusting Pack onto her shoulders and then pulled her yellow goggles down. "Lets do this." She said, then started marching toward the town, whipping out a high-tech Scanning Device which she flipped on and it started glowing / blinking / beep / bleeping and... even parts of it were TWIRLING while the mad scientist woman started moving toward the small town in peril! 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Superboy's telescopic vision confirms at a glance what Colonel Landis said: at about a quarter of a mile in, the city is in flux. Buildings bend and twist like taffy, and slide around like ice on a hot skillet. It's nauseating to behold, like trying to look straight after being spun in a circle for two minutes like some stupid Internet challenge. His examination of the EM spectrum doesn't notice anything unusual...but he might pick up on the fact that, at least near the the edges of the town, the only people he can see are dead, their bodies blue-purple blobs in the infra-red spectrum, nearly invisible but for their mass.     Holtzmann has more luck. Her scanner is capable of detecting paranormal energy with extreme efficiency, and the needle immediately buries in the red. Four motes per second; this is reality-warping levels of energy output (which isn't surprising, considering). 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Yeah," Jean adds to Superboy's question, "did you guys send a team of some kind?" Jean's eyes shift to lock squarely with Landis' as she speaks, but otherwise, nothing else changes outwardly; she's just a concerned-- camerawoman? Looking for answers. Or a story-- her cover is basically non-existant, but he hasn't pressed her on it yet, so she's content to let it be. Nothing changes outwardly, but as she speaks, a piece of her tries to insinuate itself into Landis' psyche, intrigued by the 'mention' of state secrets. "Do you have any theories on what could've caused it?" Towards the end of that second sentence, her eyes drift inexorably towards the jumpsuited woman marching on the town with her scanning contraption and whatever in the world that thing on her back is, squint momentarily, then snap back to Landis. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     The colonel explains he has sent in men, and they have not come back. Nor does he expect them to at this rate. 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' Conner loses some of his good mood when he spot the corpses. "Whatever it is, some people got killed," he points out. "How many are trapped inside? I can go... try to pull them out. I am invulnerable, after all." Except to magic, he is not really invulnerable to magic. Of course it is going to be magic. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     The colonel gives Superboy a hard look (Jean can tell that's what he does instead of shrugging; he thinks it makes him look less helpless). "I don't know. We haven't been able to account for any of the town's inhabitants, or the people who went in from outside. We don't know if anyone was passing through, either. We have to assume about eight hundred people: the city's population, plus any extras. 

:'''{{#var:156|Jillian Holtzmann (156)}} has posed:''' Holtzmann walked past all the military folks and right up to the edge of the disturbance that the soldiers had conveniently taped-off. The whole time the blonde woman in the Ghostbusting gear was whilstling a song to herself. One by one, the Silver / Red 'grenade looking things' strapped to Jillian's chest strap were pulled off by a gloved hand, flipped ON and set down on the pavement of the road that lead into the small town. One the far left was set down, beeping and humming, then one in the center-no-passing-line and the last set on the curb to the far right of the road. Holtzman then backed up several steps and pulled a small device off of her belt. She reached her gloved left hand up to the yellow tinted goggles covering her eyes and she grinned. "Be gone, ye spookfield of doom!" She shouted at the spectral wall encasing the city's main road. Holtz's right thumb depressed on the control switch and all three 'Ghost Grenades' came to life, little silver doors popping open and bursts of white energy blasting out of their central bodies toward the town and the evil barrier plauging it! 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Perhaps somewhat late to arrive on scene, is Captain Marvel, flying down in a golden streak from high up in the air. She doesn't cross into the 'Twilight Zone' as it were, and instead heads first to where the other heroes on hand are gathered. "Gentlemen, Ladies, do we have any intel on the phenomenon?" She asks, seeking for a small briefing of what has been learned thus far. While she asks, her blue eyes set on the border of weirdness. 

:'''{{#var:36|Goblin-Girl (36)}} has posed:''' A strange motorcycle rides up, with an oddly dressed rider. The Motorcycle is customized with greel lights and purple bat-like accessories. The Rider on it seems to be wearing a version of the Green Goblin's costume, despite being clearly smaller and female. She says, "I heard there were odd goings on in these parts, I thought I would stop by and investigate." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Alright! I'm gonna go ahead and get started; wish me luck!" Before stepping out of Landis' mind and approaching Kirby, Jean leaves him with a sense of boredom for the notion of a civilian videographer checking out this mysterious anomaly seemingly on a lark. And a wave, because it's only polite. Once she's a few feet from Landis: {{Alone?}} Superboy and Jillian hear between their ears. {{I wouldn't recommend it, but I'm pro-search and rescue. Just, y'know. Together.}} Beat. {{Hi, by the way; Phoenix. Now that the Colonel's in the rear view.}} The motorcycle and flying body draw her gaze in turn, but she keeps the telepathic circuit limited for the moment. "'s pretty fucked up," is all she can offer to Captain Marvel. 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' The arrival of Captain Marvel and the girl in the motorcycle make Conner look back briefly. But given there might be people dying ahead, he is not waiting anymore. Besides, this Phoenix person is talking. "Okay, let me go first," Conner is slightly startled by the voice in his head, but he recovers quickly. "Because, Kryptonian, y'know?" He flies forward, although not so quick as to leave the others behind. And dives into the warp head first. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Several things are occurring at once.     When Holtzmann's grenades go off, there's no visible effect aside from the flashed one would expect from a grenade. Her PKE meter notes a sudden dip in paranormal energies, though; if it's capable of topographical mapping, it would see space stabilizing within the radius of the three grenades. It lasts for nearly thirty seconds before the PKE meter picks back up. If anyone with enhanced vision--Superboy, for instance--thinks to check inside that radius before it closes, there is a brief but clear line of sight to the center of the town (page if you want to know).     When Captain Marvel lands to interrogate the OIC, she gets a brisk report: no new information, he's waiting on the mad scientist over there to do her experiments. The town remains under strict quarantine, though he's somewhat bitterly ironic to note the quarantine has nothing to do with any of his business, rather being inflicted by the town itself.     Goblin Girl rides up in a motorcycle. She should have been accosted by patrols well before the city limits, but she was met only with a few screams and some troops fleeing in superstitious fear from the goblin whom they assumed is part of the curse afflicting this city. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' With the military personnel pointing out that Holtzmann is the only one with potential intel, Captain Marvel next flies right to her side, looking her way as she asks directly, "have you learned anything of what we're facing here? I have a very bad feeling about this barrier. Crossing it is probably a very bad idea." 

:'''{{#var:36|Goblin-Girl (36)}} has posed:''' Goblin-girl walks over beside Jillian. It is clear that her "face" is actually a costume mask of some kind, from close range. She pauses to look at Jillian's gear, "PKE detection meter and PKE disruption grenades? Let me try my Auric scanner to see what I can learn." Her eyes start glowing yellow as the Auric scanner activates." 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' "Ohio. Why do some business men demand to have dealings in Ohio. Better question still is why does ANYTHING happen in Ohio? This place has the rock 'n' roll hall of fame and Drew Carry, that old codger." Emma scoffs to no one in particular as she rides along in her personal vehicle out to a secluded location she's reserved for herself in order to get away while she's away. In the way however is a meeting of the paranormal, the supernormal and abnormal all directly in her path. The deep hunter green Bently rolls up to the scene and with a word, the machine parks itself on the side of the road and Emma slowly climbs out of the 'driver's' seat. Her hair is in a loose pony tail, brushing the top of her shoulders over the black and red plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. A white tank top on underneath pokes out as she has the top four buttons on her long sleeve shirt undone. She wears a pair of tight blue jeans that look bleached and stained (Likely from the factory that way) tucked into a pair of turquoise accented black leather boots. Frost steps closer, her hands on her hips as she's expected to get an answer as to what's going on either verbally or by skimming the surface thoughts of those around. 

:'''{{#var:156|Jillian Holtzmann (156)}} has posed:''' Holtzmann was monitoring her handheld PKE Device as the traps activated and started to pull the energy of the barrioer apart. She could hear Superboy not far away and then the others who walked up on her sides, but her goggled eyes were focused on the situation in front of her as she was in work-mode right now. "Go!" Jillian shouted. "If you're going in! Go now! Thirty second window!" Unfortunately for her, she was probably the slowest of all the people gathered here, but she was still fast as far as young normal boring humans... wearing nuclear accelarators on their backs... Holtzmann bravely/dumbly charged toward the small town of Kirby, she darted over her own Ghost Traps just as they closed up and left a 'hole' in the paranormal barrier encasing the twon. Holtz nimbly JUMPED over the bodies of the poor folks who died within the barrier... ... and she ran, ran so far away... right into the bar-filled sleepy town of Kirby! 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Several more things happen at once.     Superboy crosses the town border. The moment he does, the psychics lose all sense of him, and, should he speak, no one is able to hear him. For the few seconds Holtzmann's grendades' effects are still in place, space obeys normally; but after that, he finds himself trying to move forward and instead moving...sideways. Kirby has him, now.     Anyone who follows him (and hey, who doesn't feel safe following a Kryptonian, right?) experiences a sense of vertigo, briefly. They, too, become shut off from the outside world. The effects of the city are disorienting, but not so bad. You just don't always move in the direction you're trying to move in. It's kind of like being in a dream. 

:'''{{#var:36|Goblin-Girl (36)}} has posed:''' Goblin-girl has quick reflexes, when told there is a brief window of entry, she does not hesitate to enter. Studying the strange and helping the innocent, that is what she does. Her Auric scanner doies not seem to be doing much good here. Whatever it is is not a conventional macical spell, nor the effect of any supernatural creature she has encountered. Right now, she needs to be able to see the natural as much, if not more, than the paranormal. She looks around, cataloging the effects of the distortion and trying to calculate details. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' With Holtzmann providing a safe window to charge through the barrier, Captain Marvel offers to give her a lift, if she so wishes. Regardless of whether she does it while carrying Holtzmann (and her nuclear accelerator), she does charge in while the window is open. She wants to help, and she's no stranger to dashing into the danger zone (ooc: yes, cue the song). Once inside, she looks over at Holtzmann, "the weird thing where directions are wired incorrectly...you got a grenade for that?" 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:'''     Superwoman had heard of the problems- she also knew that Kal was otherwise occupied. Superboy- well, he she had only heard of, and Faora Hu-Ul doesn't really keep tabs on her fellow Kryptonians like Kal-El might.     She arrives moments after the space stabilizing technology is doing its thing- a path into the unknown. Something about it all reminds her of the Phantom Zone. It causes a shiver she's only barely able to suppress. A place where time and physics mean so very little- but, at least she's spent decades in such a locale.     There is only the lightest pause before forward motion into the unknown. Superwoman in her outfit of blacks, silvers, and whites- a wholly different Kryptonian rune on her chest, says nothing at all to the others as she steps through the portal and into danger. Not even so much as a hello. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Green eyes widen with surprise - which ripples through the link just a little - when Holtzmann suddenly bursts into action despite the lack of a visible change. She starts to call out a question, but since Jillian and Superboy are already locked into cutting themselves off from the link - since she's got every intention of entering Kirby one way or another //anyway// - she takes off running to finish catching up with the two. {{Anyone who's coming,}} non-military minds 'hear', {{Come on-- after the rest of us!}} Since she had time to experiment with the physics of the place, she stops //promptly// upon crossing the threshold, throwing her arms out for a measure of balance. And //then// she takes a couple of tentative steps forward. And right. And straight up, prompting a surprised look-- which is quickly followed by an annoyed grimace when she drops a few feet and has to catch herself in a three point stance. "As best as I could tell," she says while standing and dusting herself off, "Physics don't-- " Circular hand gesture. "-- work? Here. Not consistently, anyway. We're gonna have to take it slow, moving through here." 

:'''{{#var:36|Goblin-Girl (36)}} has posed:''' Goblin-Girl frowns, this sounds familiar. Something about distortions like this caused by a mutant...Proteus was it? She is not sure, it was only a passing reference. Well, in any case, "The odds are good that, if we head towards the worst distortions, we will encounter he cause." 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Watching the cluster of folks go in and deciding they might need help in there, the kind of help only a telepath can provide, Emma starts to step forward. She's not in a rush as she did feel them disappear when they entered the field and she's always worried as she knows her strengths very well and will admit strength itself isn't her forte. Catching the last of the warning from Jean, Emma speaks, "Take what slow? Why---!" She cuts herself off immediately as her first step inside is also her first step upwards as if she was in an M. C. Escher piece. Frost reacts by stopping her progress instantly. "Okay, weird." She mumbles to no one. 

:'''{{#var:156|Jillian Holtzmann (156)}} has posed:''' Once inside, Jillian comes to a sudden halt and she looks around, seeing Jean move just past her and stumble she reached out to try to steady the redheaded camera-woman. She'd heard the 'voice' inside her head, but it didn't seem to phase her much... when working around the super-hero-types she was used to such things, and... its possible she was used to voices in her head anyway! "Oh, physics are definitely working in here." Holtz said back to Jean. "They're just on a lot of drugs!" The others who have joined them, Faora and the Masked Goblin, get glances. Emma, gets a double-take! "Focus, Holtzy." She muttered to herself though... her main job here was not to worry about all the Smokin' Supers, it was to figure this horrible event out. Holtzmann's PKE scanner comes back up and online, she stares at the smart-phone-like display screen and adjusts some settings, looking for a source to this madness... 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Everyone has a chance to step across the border, to feel the disorientation, to look to the skyline and watch the city lights waver and warp as if under water; to question how clever an idea this really was before a voice rings out, scratchy and distorted as if over a bad PA system. The voice is high-pitched and sweet like a child's, but also grating like an eighty-year-old smoker's voice. It sounds cruelly delighted as it announces, "Welcome welcome one and all to the town of Kirby! 'C'mon in and sit a spell, y'all!'" it adds in a vicious mockery of a Midwestern accent. "Now I'm sorry to say seating for this event is limited, so we're just going to have to kill off a few people to make room for our new guests!" He doesn't sound sorry; he holds the same imperious, hateful amusment his voice has held throughout. Those of you without enhanced hearing can hear the screams as if over this same PA system; those of you with enhanced hearing can hear a double-track, as the screams reach out in real time; those of you with telepathy feel the terror.     "But just to make it fair, why don't we skip the eeny meeny miney moe and let the portal dwellers decide who lives and dies? Good times will be had by aaaalllll!" the voice concludes in a sing-song...and then, about fifty yards away, a creature emerges from the corner of one of the outlying buildings. It's impossible to describe its way of movement. It just...appears, its three dimensions filling in as it lopes in, a long-limbed creature about the size of a deer, its bald body bone-white, four-legged, purple-clawed. Three eyes are unevenly spaced on a vaguely horselike head in which needle-like fangs emerge. They look sharp.     The psychic attack is worse. Its gaze sweeps across the crowd, and each of you instantly smell burning oranges. Several of you get nose bleeds. 

:'''{{#var:36|Goblin-Girl (36)}} has posed:''' Sarah switches on her Auric scanner to try to seee whatever is REALLY there. Part of her mind calculates the distortion even as she draws her spring gun. She slots the first magazine she comes to and fires...a paintball. 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' Conner glides about, missing the correct direction but still kind of moving forward. Mostly. "Wow, maybe this is what happens when one is drunk?" Not that ha has ever managed to get drunk (yes, he has tried). "Gotta take a bit to get used, but we should start looking for the peop..." He closes his mouth when the voice of some psycho sounds from. Hmm, super-hearing? Where is that voice coming from. "How about if you come to try to kill me instead?" He shouts. Shouldn't have bothered. Weird critter appears and seems vaguely evil. His first attempt to fly forward and punch it fails because he ends up like twenty yards at the left. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Same diff," Jean murmurs after fully disentangling from Holtzmann and adjusting her bag-- which sloooowly drifts upwards for about a foot before smacking down against her hip. "Okay' let's-- " A strange voice rings across the skyline. "Oh, duh, shoulda figured," is muttered with a disdainful nose-wrinkle. "Of //course// it's some-- " Grousing is cut short as lethal stakes are introduced. Green eyes harden, fists tighten, the air grows a degree warmer, and fire washes denim and cotton away, leaving form-fitting green and gold in its wake. {{Powers, now-- we need a gamepla--}} Something-- emerges-- from somewhere-- {{-- aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!}} -- and brings Phoenix crumpling to her knees and clutching her skull as blood streams from her nostrils. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel is all business, playing guess the physics was cute, but she's been adventuring in space. She's used to all that. What she needed to do is figure out a source, and then comes the horrific creature that supposedly just threatened to kill people at random. Scent of burning oranges or not, no amount of spooky is ever going to deter Captain Marvel from taking action, and she goes the USAF route. Nothing will stop the USAF. Although instead of roaring flames, she serves the creature with a shower of flashy photonic blasts, both arms extended towards it. "You want to kill someone, kill me. Or at least try." 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:'''     Faora's thoughts are focused and disciplined even in this world where physics are in flux. Anyone who takes a peek into the Kryptonian's mind might even by overwhelmed by the sheer amount of information she's collecting all at once- the wide array of sensory information being stored as if by a mental computer- all of it in stark detail as her photographic memory takes it down and writes it. At the same time there are memories- the strange shifting physics of the Phantom Zone. Tactical training and the Genetic Engineering that every Kryptonian was gifted only adding to the wave of information- she's studying every angle, on high alert and wholly aware of her companions: Their heartbeats, the pattern of their breathing, the scent around them and with them.     "In an environment like this every angle is a potential hazard. Make sure you keep your wits about you, and your attention in all directions." Superwoman says in her accented English- a strange accent, not of this world- but it does sound vaguely European.     The wave of psychic energy cause Superwoman to step back- a small trickle of blood from her nose. Pain- an old friend she hasn't forgotten. Krypton's Last Soldier raises her fists and prepares to fight as that creature appears. Her face is drawn into a scowl, dark blood drooling down from her nostril, over the corner of her lips and down her chin. "Pair off." Faora states- a commanding voice. "Seven of us. Two teams of two. One team of Three. Stick by your battle buddy... and keep an eye on the other teams." It sounds like she's used to being obeyed in combat situations... and just shakes her head as Conner *AND* Captain Marvel flies off on their own.     "Figures." Superwoman sighs quietly- she tries to reach out. Heat vision, although, at the lowest possible heat. A visual indicator of just what might happen if she tries to blast the beast, should it go awry it shouldn't cause damage to anyone at all. 

:'''{{#var:36|Goblin-Girl (36)}} has posed:''' What sarah sees with her auric scanner is indescribable...because no earthly language has words for what she is seeing. The shape seen with the eye is just one three dimensional edge of this thing, there are many others, all equally there, overlapping, stretching beyond perception in directions that can barely be described. They CAN be described though...the interface is some kind of fractal...most of this being is outside our reality. The relationship can be described mathematically. Her tablet is probably not working right...she will have to describe the relationship herself. She looks at the others, "Superman dealt with something like this once. You there in the monochrome, you are fully Kryptonian?" 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Emma sets about the slow process of mastering her movement in the bubble before she actually takes a true step. Her mind, willpower, or sheer greed of craving success and nothing less might help. (I don't know, that's the GM's decision) The white queen moves her head to look at Jean but instead ends up looking down at herself and groans before gritting her teeth in pure frustration before it gets worse. The white queen tries to look at the direction the voice is coming from, but instead is now turned around with her back exposed to the creature she briefly saw before physics played screwy again. Emma snaps her attention outwards, covering the whole city with her telepathy quite easily as she notes the deaths around her and she aims to find the minds snuffing out those causing it. The beast isn't her true concern. 

:'''{{#var:156|Jillian Holtzmann (156)}} has posed:''' Holtzmann was mostly footlocked where she was, up until Jean went down and then she struggled to crouch beside her. When she saw the blood, Holtzmann shot back up to her feet, stumbled to the left and then reached behind her hips to unlock the Proton Pistols behind her back! "You wanna get nuts?" She said toward the monster that Superboy was going for and that Goblin Girl had shot a paintball at. "Lets get nuts!" The two proton pistols came to life, blasting swirling red energy beams at the three-eyed-monster! The commands from Faora were heard, and they seemed quite soundly planned out, but she wasn't advancing just yet, her goal was to blast that strange foul looking creature! 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' {{Think--}} All in all, Jean picked a pretty bad time to make contact with seven minds: whatever effect the aberration's emergence had upon the psychic plane was magnified in that moment of intense psionic openness. {{-- into--}} And rather than relent and recover, she's chosen to persist, deadset on fording the wave of psychic agony until she reaches the other side. {{-- the link-- !}} Because there //has// to be an other side-- something beyond burning oranges and pain. Gloved fingers extend in a trembling fist; the creature's jaw tightens. {{If we're-- even thinking-- about splitting up-- we //have// to stay connected-- !}} The gloved fist pops open-- and, with violent inertia punctuated by a wet *KRRNCH!*, so does the creature's jaw, until it's hanging by very little. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Conner--and Faora, should she think to try it--can scan the town with X-ray and telescopic vision for the people. It's difficult and unpleasant as the town twists and warps, and their line of sight follows shifting paths around corners and sometimes looping back in on itself, but they can see people huddled in homes and buildings, looking malnourished and exhausted. Most of the survivors are adults, who had the fat stored to survive a sudden siege in which it becomes impossible to reach into the pantry for something to eat because the pantry keeps moving.     Telepathic location works better. More than six hundred minds in Kirby function, all of them hurting, all of them scared. Or, well, all but two. Two boiling masses of insanity exist in the center of the town, loving every moment of this, finding it a sheer delight. The minds are sophisticated but also animalistic, composed of complex desires that exist with almost no articulation and barely any self-awareness. They're...not pleasant to touch.     The portal dweller shrieks in a voice like steam escaping green pine in a fire. Three different kinds of lasers hitting it at once burn its hide: whatever plane it's from, it knows how to burn. Its skin runs like hot taffy, revealing no bones or organs inside, just more white meat without even the fibers of muscles. Even Jean's telekinesis doesn't reveal any internal organs. It just dies with a mewling crackle, and its width and depth slowly vanish. 

:'''{{#var:36|Goblin-Girl (36)}} has posed:''' The telepathic link is just what the Doctor ordered for Sarah. She sees the Ghost traps in Jillian's mind, she sees how they work to store things, and how that storage is kind of the inverse of what she saw of this freature. Given enough power, they should cancel out. ((I need to borrow one of those ghost traps to rewire it. I think we have bigger trouble...and when it hits I hope I am ready...)) 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel is quick to stop her photonic blast emissions, that target went down quite easily. But its apparent demise also hadn't seemed to loosen the weird affects of the dome around the town. Her experience taught her that when a source is taken out, everything falls in order. Hence, that thing wasn't the source. She slowly brings herself higher after some trial and error, little by little, and calls out, "hey loser, I'm still alive, guess that means all you can manage are silly spatial tricks. So what are you? A Circus Imp from Xandar? I'm disappointed, and bored..." so yeah, sometimes you can get the mastermind out of hiding simply by dissing their act and ploy. They tend to take pride in those. Doesn't work just with humans, works with aliens as well, checked. Maybe it'll work on whatever they're dealing with here. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     When the portal dweller dies, its mind releases a horrible psychic shockwave that affects the nearest person...in this case, Superboy, who'd been trying to punch it. Superboy screams. Trickles of blood run from his nose and ears. He's alive, but his brain is swollen and bleeding. Kryptonian physiology should heal it...hopefully... 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Emma drops to a knee and the other foot starts to lift up causing her to sort of fall over, but she doesn't hit the road as physics continues to fuck about with her. "Damn it. I hate this place!" Emma growls as she keeps looking at the wall from where they all came in at. Still unable to look directly at the enemy, but her mind is a powerful tool. Sensing Jean's trouble and danger, Frost reaches out mentally, <<Jean. Keep everyone connected.>> She projects, as she slowly begins to float entirely off the ground causing a yelp from her red painted lips. Her mind is trying to connect with the two broiling minds, enjoying this whole event. This is oddly familiar, like a child standing over an ant hill, playing god. No. This is not something Emma will allow. Jean would feel this sense of anger as Emma's hand reaches slowly out and all other directions to guide her mind to the cerebellum's of these beings. 

:'''{{#var:156|Jillian Holtzmann (156)}} has posed:''' Jillian deactivates her sidearms when the creature goes down and fades away in a rather foul display, nothing she hasn't seen before though... She saw Superboy drop, however and that didn't look good at all... "Woah woah!" Holtzmann said when the Goblin Mask was caught reaching for her gear on her back. "Careful there, that stuff isn't for toying around with!" She was NOT used to people going for the equipment on her back, and wasn't ware of the person invading her mind to figure out how to use it either. Holtz would reach out to snatch the classic-style Muon Ghost Trap out of the other's hands and sent her right pistol back behind her back where it was magnetically-yanked-and-attached back to her CME Proton Pack. With the left pistol still gripped, and the ghost trap in her right hand she stumbled foreward. "Why don't you come out and play?" Holtzmann added on to Captain Marvel's taunts. "Instead of hiding like a little kitty cat!" 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:'''     "I am fully Kryptonian." Faora answers simply, as she watches as Superboy falls- frowning. "There are people. They're malnourished. Adults, primarily. I haven't seen a child." She notes as she finds herself connected to the others. "We need a plan. There are people in trouble here. This must be stopped." she says as she takes a slow breath. "This is outside of my realm of experience." she admits fully, "And I hate it." She looks towards the Psychics and the Scientist. "Point me in the right direction. We stick together." 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     "You hear that, folks?" the disembodied child's voice cries with insane good humor. "Captain Marvel is getting bored! Why don't we make it more interesting for her, huh? What's your name, miss?"     A new, whimpering voice appears over the seemingly invisible sound system. It's trying not to cry. "Helen," it whispers shakily.     "And where are you from, Helen?" the jovial little boy/announcer asks.     "I'm from...Seventh and Main..."     The announcer puts on a grotesque charade of sympathy. "You sound scared, Helen! What's wrong? Tell the nice Captain."     "I'm...afraid you'll kill me..."     "Like I killed your neighbors, you mean?" the boy asks sympathetically. "Remember your neighbor Randy's son, and how mouths sprouted all over his body? Remember how he screamed as they ate him?"     No response now, just soft, tired sobbing from a woman too scared to even weep properly.     "Hey Captain!" the boy cries cheerfully. "I think I'm going to put a snake down this woman's throat and let her larynx rupture while it chews its way out! Think you can find me? I'll make it sporting!"     Emma can tell the thing means every word of it. Every word. It's temporarily suspending the twisted space. All you have to do is find Seventh and Main in time. 

:'''{{#var:36|Goblin-Girl (36)}} has posed:''' Sarah frowns behind her mask. This will be tough without being able to work directly on the trap. She Starts pulling pieces out of her utility belt and assembling them on the fly, She says, "Captain Marvel creates energy like a small star, energy a Kryptonian can convert into vastly more energy. If Captain Marvel provides you the power, and this device is attached to the one that lady has...the trap thing...you hold these handles and the powers should go through you and be directed by the trap to hit anything extradimensional from all sides at once...kind of like a giant spanking..." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' The flow of blood doesn't stop when the creature 'dies', but the accompanying pain and discomfort do. With a sharp intake of air, Phoenix jerks upwards as the thing vanishes and joins Emma in casting her mind outwards in a survey of Kirby while stiffly pushing hair from her face. {{I've got them covered,}} she thinks in reply to the Queen, {{Not gonna let you have all... the... .......}} The broken minds at the center of town - the sheer, malicious glee radiating from them - draw her smoldering avatar nearer until she's hovering near them at some remove. A soft, sickened, {{... oh my God,}} meets the rage leaking from Emma. And, in turn, Emma may feel the redhead's psyche boiling to the point of eruption by the time the announcement finishes. {{Seventh and Main!}} she 'shouts' to the group at large before rocketing-- forward! Forward! She's flying forward and it's the direction she wanted to go! Not that she bothers to dwell on this as little flames begin to ripple across her body and roll from the tips of her tresses; it just makes what needs to happen next that much more inevitable. 

:'''{{#var:156|Jillian Holtzmann (156)}} has posed:''' Holtzmann listened to the PA voices and it just made her shake her head in disgust... "The audio quality on those are just attrocious...." She commented then, apparently have strange priorities. When Jean shot off with fire-ebbing around her form, Jillian looked then to Emma and the others. Over at Goblin Mask, Holtz shook her head. "We hve to find where they are first." "I think I know where that is!" She shouted, on their way here, Winifred and Holtzmann had been studying maps of the city of Kirby, preparing for the 'job'. The Scientist would turn then and rush toward a motorcycle parked on the side of the street. She leaned over it, fiddled with a few things on the side and then kicked it to-life and started revving its engine. A second later and she was OFF, zipping down the main street headed for the residential section of this sleepy town! 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Just as I thought, scared to face me, frightened little thing, keep fighting in the playground. You might get hurt if you stray outside of Elementry School," Captain Marvel projects in a firm unfazed voice. She knows that concern will not help the child. She knows that being worried for the child is what the thing wants from her. What she doesn't know is whether there's actually a child, and whether the creature will follow through its threat if there's no one to care. She doesn't know if the creature is anywhere near Seventh and Main as Jean suggested in her mind. The child may well be from there, but not currently there. But what she hears from Goblin Girl sounds like a plan, she turns to face Holtzmann and Faora, "<you all heard that....? Ready to try it?>" Because with any luck, a combination of all three would simply eliminate the creature. After all, being near it doesn't matter, spatial physics is off here, after all. 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Normal physics and gravity return at an inopportune time and she smacks into the pavement, getting rocks and scrapes on her palms and something that will be a nasty welp on her forehead come sunrise. This however doesn't stop the mutant from continuing on her war path. Not like Jean, no, Emma has to initially crawl and stumble her way towards the intersection and likely wont make it in time. But her mind is far faster and further reaching than she can ever physically be. <<You will not harm another!>> Emma blasts forth a wave of psychic rage as she uses her mental scalpel to attempt to sever the neurons of the men's optic nerves. 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:'''     Seventh and Main, "Onward, then." Faora states as she follows quickly behind Jean- flying slightly to the side- "Do it. Hit it hard.." She looks back and nods, "If that's the plan, we should go for it. I'm willing." she takes a slow breath.     "What do I need to do?" 

:'''{{#var:36|Goblin-Girl (36)}} has posed:''' It is unclear anyone else how she is doing it, but Sarah is following a path that looks like it should be crooked, with the twists and turns she is making, but somehow every move she makes is amplified by the crazy twisted world so she winds up covering distances faster than if she were moving in a strait line. She calls to Faora, "We need her Muon trap," indicating Jillian. She holds up her improvised device, "We place this over it so that when it opens, it passes through this grid. You, Kryptonian, hold these to charge the grid and focus the energy. Captain Marvel, you hit Faora with your solar powers, preferably tuned to the spectrum of a blue giant star though a yellow star will work too." 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Emma is one of the most powerful telepaths in the world. Her attacks are nearly unstoppable. It's shocking, then, how much energy the being(s?) can take, and how quickly they can respond; how an immense flame blossoms from the ground and forms into the shape of an orange housecat with black stripes, fat like Garfield, but its eyes slitted like a snake's and its ears, flattened against its neck, curl like a devil's horns. Also, it's the approximate size of a hippopotamus and cloaked in flame. It yowls as if heat (or maybe it's calling for someone by the name of Bauer) and rises up on its hind legs to swat down at Emma, claws only partially extended, though what do claws matter when it's made of fire? 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Main Street is a two-lane road with more stop signs than traffic lights, the black asphalt hosting a series of drab buildings of brown brick: Kirby's business district; a dairy here, a post office there, a crafts store next door. It's all terribly provincial, the kind of town you drive through ono your way to somewhere else. You'd probably never have spotted Seventh and Main for the visual hypnosis if not for one tiny detail: it's a circus. A literal circus. Whatever building was once there--and you're sure the original building was not this--is now a big-top tent of dark purple and dark orange stripes, malevolent yellow light spilling out of its open flaps and from under the canvas. Piles of discarded straw collect in small drift-hills here and there, and the smell of boiled peanuts and cotton candy waft out of the tent easily big enough to seat five hundred. Inside there are dozens of delights, too many for the exterior of the tent to logically hold: a hall of mirrors in which your every image is reflected back at you screaming and pounding against the uneven, warped glass; a carousel whose horses are alive and impaled on bars, their manes made of blue fire and their faces hooded with black leather like the equine equivalent of an executioner; an immense pool table the size of an Olympic swimming pool, in which cue balls four feet in diameter roll around as if struck by invisible cues; a freak show, where a woman is coccooned in rope and hung upside down above a wicker basket from which a king cobra rises toward her gaping mouth... 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' With Holtzmann jetting after Jean, looking for the address, Captain Marvel turns to Faora and signals a 'no'. "I think we're going with the good ol' guns blazing strategy here after all...make up for lost time?" At that she takes like flash of light, before catching up to Jean and Holtzmann, just in time to see the freak show and respond by immediately flying at the snake and tearing it apart with her gloved hands. That snake won't even know what got it. Assuming it's a snake, there might be a trick to it after all. If it's a telepathic thing, Emma or Jean are hopefully on it. 

:'''{{#var:36|Goblin-Girl (36)}} has posed:''' Superwoman and Captain Marvel know the plan, all Sarah can do is try to get Jillian to play her part and hopefully act as a distraction. She tosses the gridwork to Faora and says, "Ghostbuster, I need that trap open in ten seconds. I am going to try to get you a break." Goblin-girl jumps to beside the cue-ball and pushes it, then jupms on top and rapidly rolls the ball with her feet into the next ball, jumping off at the last moment. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     The decapitated (and otherwise destroyed) snake looks up at Captain Marvel reproachfully. "That's not how we play!" it chides her in the sweet, high, rough voice of the chainsmoking little boy, and then the head begins to swell and stretch and reshape into...a young boy, made thirteen years old, a bit pale of skin and a bit lanky, but mostly normal. He's wearing a child's business suit only unusual in that the cuffs of the sleeves are long, trailing, and sinuous. His fingernails are long, black, and at a close glance seem to be made of iron. His hair is black and sculpted upward in two curling devil's horns, like a child vandalized a picture of the boy and it somehow stuck. He's holding a fat orange and black tabby cat in his arms, and he shakes his finger at Captain Marvel. "Plus, sending those women to stab my mind? Very naughty! You shoud be punished."     The boy snaps his fingers and the air twists sickeningly into a swirling vortex that can't be seen, only heard. It's screaming, keening at a frequency that would shatter crystal. It's immensely painful, settling in the center of the brain the way the smell of rotting meat lives in your nose after walking in on it. It won't kill anyone...except maybe the bound woman, who's wailing, her face already red from being inverted too long...but oh god it hurts! 

:'''{{#var:156|Jillian Holtzmann (156)}} has posed:''' Holtzmann arrived at the circus via motorcycle, headlight bobbing up and down as she drove right over the curb and flew into the dirt parking lot. Racing through the parking lot she slowed down and then ditched the bike by letting it drive out from beneath her legs, planting her booted feet down into the dirt... the motorcycle just drove on right into a ticket booth marked with 'Adults $25 / Kids $15'! "Take that, you price gouging carneys." Jillian muttered before she turned around when she was shouted at as 'Ghostbuster'. "What?" Jillian asked the Goblin Mask. "Uh... sure." A moment later and the Muon Trap was pulled off of her hip and then deployed out across the stamped dirt parking lot. "Don't look into the trap." Holtz warned before she stepped on the foot-plate and caused the device to shoot to life, bright energy blasting out the top of the yellow/black striped top! 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Leaving a trail of flame along Main Street, Phoenix pauses for a beat to hover above the spectacle, studying it with a balefully analytical gaze. Captain Marvel picks her spot immediately; Faora, Sarah, and Holtzmann seem to have a plan of their own going. Emma-- Emma is //occupied//. {{I'm going for their bodies,}} Phoenix informs the Queen-- to keep her assured as much as anything else. Her eyes just about shut; the link grows quieter as power is diverted towards locking onto the broken minds, tracing them towards their physical shells-- are they in the circus? Or is it just a(nother?) plaything molded from the once-idyllic town? {{Feels like Captain Marvel's looking for the hostage-- dunno what //exactly// the others are doing-- what's your statu-- augh, //fuck//!}} The link cuts out //entirely//. The urge to orient towards the source of the noise is tamped down; instead, Phoenix continues focusing her efforts on pin-pointing the targets. It's the psychic equivalent of crossing a desert during a glass storm; blood leaks from her nostrils and the corners of her eyes, but inch by inch, she forces herself to cross the distance. 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Emma would quickly realize that her assault didn't do a damn thing and suddenly, the biggest tabby the CEO has ever seen has decided that Emma Frost is its play thing. Already injured and sore from the drop onto the road, Emma dives back away from the thing and lands on her shoulder hard. The fire singes at her pants as the things paw sails by and she's horrified and scared. Emma for once, doesn't know what to do. 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:'''     Faora frowns deeply- this is all very unusual for a woman born of a people who held science as the highest calling. She catches the gridwork, and looks towards Captain Marvel. She nods towards the other woman and takes a deep breath. Her eyes flash, and in that moment she tries to cut the woman down- cut the ropes that bind her. That pain returns, and Faora only smiles- a quiet grin as that life-affirming pain shatters into her body.     "Whatever we plan to do, we have to do it now!" she calls out, as her eyes stop their ominous glowing. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel frowns when the snake's head shapeshifts into the boy who seemed to be behind it all. Whatever the creature really was. But she continues to try and squeeze and hurt it, until the point it's made clear he doesn't suffer from physical damage. Unfortunately for him, the attack that he set out, with the explosive kinetic energy the vortex forms, doesn't seem to have the expected affect on Captain Marvel. "You're right...this is not how we play," Captain Marvel mocks him with her own words, only something is a bit wrong, her hair has shifted from regular blonde into corona like flares, her skin starts to radiate, as she flies directly into the vortex and releases an influx of energy at Holtzmann's trap, juicing it all the way up to 11. Hopefully what Goblin Girl suggested about overpowering that device would prove a correct guesstimation, otherwise, Emma, the girl, and pretty much most people around are in a pretty bad shape. 

:'''{{#var:36|Goblin-Girl (36)}} has posed:''' Goblin-girl grops to the ground and watched the cue-ball careen into tht 8-ball and deflect it directly at the tail end of he firey cat. Sarah turns on her Aura Reader a moment then turns it back off. Whatever that boy and the cat are, it is too much for the auric scanner to handle...if he left it on either her eyes or the scanner woykd burt out fast... 

:'''{{#var:156|Jillian Holtzmann (156)}} has posed:''' After igniting the Muon Trap, Jillian stepped back and pulled her PKE Meter off of her belt. She fired it up and hit a hard signal this time... which caused the scientist with the poofy blonde hair to suddenly turn and run toward the circus. With a nimble hop over the admissions gate, Jillian was reading the display screen of the PKE Meter and running deeper into the circus. She passed into the Big Top tent near the Freakshow and then the PKE Meter was just running too hot to be of any use... she deactivated it and put it away, then reached over her right shoulder to pull out the Neutron Wand... "You've been one bad little kitty... haven't you?" Jillian said outloud inside the tent. She thumbed the Wand's power and her Proton Pack shot to life, flashing lights all across its metalic surface and the whining sound of raw power charging up! 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     "Boooorrrrrriiiiiing," the boy whines. "And there's still too many people in town. Who to kill...hey!" That last is an outraged ejaculation as a giant 8-ball rams into him from behind. He staggers forward onto one knee, clutching his cat, who yowls its own anger at being squeezed so tightly and leaps out of its owners hands to saunter away, tail up in affected disdain.     (Half a mile away, the flaming cat disappears before it can strike. It flickers like the ghost in a Japanese horror movie and vanishes, spitting in time with the cat in the big top, not that Emma probably knows that.)     The ghost trap fires light in all directions. The big top rips to shreds in a wind none of the living beings in the room can feel and is swallowed into its depths. But even in the boy's outrage, that mad humor sparkles in his eyes. "You don't like my circus?" he pouts. "Then let's change the venue!" He gestures, and red-black energy coruscates from his hands like lightning to strike the 8-ball. It quivers gelatinously and explodes into a wall of acid that pours around the witchboy like the Red Sea flows around Moses, a tidal wave of corrosive striking for Phoenix and Faora...     ...Then the cat arches it back and shrieks at Holtzmann. Its shriek coincides with Klarion's panicked, "NO!"     The acid wall dissipates into a mist, a burning mist but not the deluge it would have been, as Klarion loses control. The sonic screeching stops, its howl already having been muted to something like a grumble by Captain Marvel's absorption. Klarion is focusing on neither of these things, just diving toward the cat to protect it from Holtzmann's aim. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' At first it may not look as promising, but once the boy starts to show some panic, a gritty smile returns to Captain Marvel's lips. She continues to power up Holtzmann's trap, but that means she's too preoccupied to direct Holtzmann's next move. Assuming Holtzmann didn't already get it, she hopes Faora would instinctively read the battle field and let Holtzmann know her target is the cat the boy seems so protective of, maybe that will finally end this chaos. 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:'''     Faora watches carefully- the kid and the cat. Eyebrows peak. "Go for the cat!" she shouts, as she rushes forward through the burning mist- growling at the pain, eyes water as the magical power in that mist bypasses her Kryptonian defenses. She's still faster than a speeding bullet, though. And more than willing to test her pressure point techniques on a Witch Boy- a flurry of strikes that would, on a Kryptonian, leave them writhing in physical pain as the nerves of their limbs were forced to shut down and cause great weakness. She doesn't strike *too* hard. No harder than she would a human, anyways. Even if that doesn't work, she's trying to keep the enemy away from his apparent weak point- the cat is very important. "I'll do what I can to keep the boy busy!" 

:'''{{#var:36|Goblin-Girl (36)}} has posed:''' Sarah switches magazines. This probably willnot hurt the cat, but it should annoy it to no end. Holy water bombs...probaby will not hurt a real cat )if iut is one) but most cats do not like being WET. 

:'''{{#var:156|Jillian Holtzmann (156)}} has posed:''' Jillian stumbled forward when the Big Top came to be ripped apart. She avoided the damage and felt the wind messing her stylish-doo up ontop her head, but there was business to be had here... a job to be done. When the boy rushed at the cat, the Neutron Wand at the end of Holtz's pack came to life, casting a brilliant crimson light all around the area, flooding over the Scientist! The beam of sizzling hot energy blasted forth at the 'cat' and a waving hoop of charged proton particles SNARED it in its place! With gritted teeth 'Ghostbuster' yanked on the neutron wand and pulled the Cat Spectre up into the air then tossed her body around to send the spirit right into the path of the Super Charged Muon Trap! 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Solid mass melts into a corrosive wall and pink light ripples around Phoenix in a protective field-- albeit one with cracks wriggling across its surface, as at least some of Jean's attention is still devoted to hunting. She's grateful, then - distantly, beneath the bubbling rage and lingering thrum in her skull - when Klarion's fright saves her from having to test the barrier-- at least, to the same strenuous intent. The mist still leaves her hissing painfully as bits of it leak through the cracks and leave whorling burns across her face and limbs, but the field holds until the mist has dissipated. Once it does, her eyes snap open with a sharp, shuddering breath-- and fix on one of her quarries, darting across the town-turned-battlefield to protect his pet. Green sinks into a burning sea of red and orange as the Phoenix's gaze narrows. Wings of fire unfurl across her back; pink light whips itself into a brief fury before sinking in tight enough to leave a rosy trail in the air when she descends towards the boy. Foot first, aiming to land a single blow amidst Faora's furious onslaught. With several tons of force behind it, because she's pretty far beyond assuming that this kid is normal. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Klarion the Witch-Boy (not that you guys ever got to the introductions phase, but yanno) does not have a physical body in the strictest sense of the term. He is not impressed by nerve strikes, Kryptonian or otherwise. It's the will behind the attacks that fazes him him; the expression of the desire to resist. He arches his back and screams as he's pounded, his spindly arms loosening their grip on Teekl enough for Holtzmann to get a clean shot. It's trapped in the pulsating lasso of light and drawn toward the trap with inevitable, inexorable power, so it does the only thing it can do: it discorporates. Goblin-Girl's visor can probably watch it destroy its own body so its essence can be free to make a planar shift, and as it dies, so does Klarion, shrieking and clawing at nothing until he too vanishes back to wherever he came from.     The circus goes with him. The spatial distortions, the curse, they go with him. The dead do not. The dead stay where they are. They are not altered realities or illusions; they are real, and they are forever. The town of Kirby is not childless, but it has no children left under the age of ten. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     The survivors, such as they are, require medical attention. Some of them are malnourished to the point of needing hospitalization, and the nearest hospital is twenty minutes away by highway. The strong flyers in the group can probably start collecting these weakest survivors on flatbeds and in trailer trucks, to fly them carefully to medical attention. Many of the town are strong enough to survive physically, but the psychological scars of the things they've seen... Well, it would be a kind of mercy from Jean and Emma to start giving people amnesia, frankly. They've seen perversions beyond description.     The army will sweep in and do its cleanup job. Reports will be given and taken; recommendations will be made. You heroes will all be thanked profusely.     And a town whose only crime was to catch a lunatic god's eye will have to deal with the aftermath.     If any of you should think to count, Kirby's population of 753 has been reduced by exactly 87. 
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489/The Children Will Be Delighted!

2017-09-21T18:49:50Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:'''     Ferris Industries isn't the military's first or best contractor, but they do get some work done here and there in aeronautics, enough to have a few connections to pull for the CEO to ask for a meeting with the mighty Captain Marvel for a business proposition and lunch. You've spoken with her on the phone a few times (another Carol, which fact you can take as much amusement in as you like), and she's promised you a serious offer she thinks will be up your alley, as well as, this promise delivered with smooth amusement, either a passcard waiting for you at the front desk or an open balcony to her office depending on your preference. However you choose to enter, Carol Ferris will be waiting for you with a wide smile on her face, nattily dressed in business sharp, a white silk blouse peeking out of a navy blue jacket and pants that flare ever so slightly at the ankles. "Captain!" she cries heartily at your appearance. "Please, come in! I'm delighted to see you." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:'''     It's not everyday that someone manages to get through to Carol when it comes to requesting a meeting, what with the Avengers, U.S.A.F., C.I.A., there's usually more than enough roadblocks. To get to Carol one would have to actually know her, or be someone sailing the sphere of high importance. So when Carol got this invitation to discuss a serious matter, she took to it in all seriousness. She shows up dressed in her USAF uniform, looking quite imppressive and no-nonsense. Some of her friends often joked with her that she looked more menacing in her uniform, rather than her various costumes through the years. She comes the traditional way, through the front desk, and is shown the way to Carol's office. She grins at the greeting, "these actually say Colonel, but I am certainly far more famous as Captain, see how humble I am?" A bit of military humor never hurt anyone, though not everyone are equally amused by it. "Nice to meet another Carol who takes to the skies...what's the proposition at stake?" She seems quite direct at getting to the issue. 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:'''     Ferris's office is wide, and a table has been brought in; a long, asymmetrical oval with a bit of a curve taken out of one side, the semi-golden wood polished smooth. Chairs have been placed at either end, and a nice lunch is arranged on platters: mushroom-barley soup; garden salad with sweet vinegar dressing and candied rose petals; trout stuffed with silvered carrots, ginger, and lemon; brisket of beef in peppery sauce with a side of golden mashed potatoes with chives and white cheese; and some kind of layered dessert pancake with crushed nuts and jellied berries between each layer. Wine and water alike are chilling in glasses that sweat as if with anticipation. But those things are behind Ferris: you're before her, and her smile is wide and genuine as she walks around the table to find your hand and shake it firmly. "Humility is one thing, Colonel, but accomplishment deserves recognition, and I could sit here forever stoking your ego if every news station on the world wasn't already loving you." Her gaze up (even with her heels) into your eyes is fearless and openly admiring, and her handshake uses a trick you might be familiar with: her forefinger is stealthily extended so it brushes against the veins in your wrist, a gesture that is almost hardwired to excite a human with its intimacy and create receptiveness.     When the handshake breaks, Ferris gestures to the table. "I hope it isn't too extravagant. I heard once that you can swallow stars, so it seemed wise to pick a couple of courses in case you brought that appetite with you!"     Huh. Ferris's nose crinkles when she smiles. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:'''     While the meal waiting is certainly exquisite and no doubt carry an aroma that draws attention, Danvers is well disciplined, and her full attention is beset on Ferris, and when they shake hands she proves to have a firm handshake even without using her powers. That's natural, years of having to assert herself at an old boys club that is high ranking officers in the USAF. "I try to do the best I can," Danvers is certainly still not used to handling the showering of compliments she's been getting in recent years. In a way it was easier when she was less famous. "It's not for the accolades, so much as the duty." Noting the admiration reflecting in Ferris' eyes, Danvers offers a softened warm smile, "shall we have a sit then?" Danvers of course isn't quite entirely human, so the affect may not be as pronounced on her, that or she shows tremendous control of herself as she moves calmly to the table.     She laughs at the tidbit about her capacity to swallow stars, and in a way, she hopes Ferris doesn't know how true the statement used to be when she was Binary. "I always match what I am presented with, be it little or as is the case her, tremendous generosity. I hope you won't leave everything to me...we are sharing right?" And that's where Carol shows she's also capable of humor, albeit hers tends to be subtle, many would take her question at face value. 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:'''     Ferris smiles at you. "While it might be interesting to see you try to eat all that yourself, I left my smartphone at the desk, and what's the point of making you do something like that if I'm not going to try to upload it to YouTube?" she teases, but lightly. "Let's share, please." Your hostess takes a plate and some silverware, but passes them to you, so you get first choice of everything. She's ten years your junior, but she has some manners! As you serve yourself, she chatters pleasantly, "So tell me, Colonel, have you ever flown in that uniform? I've always been curious about people who can fly without mechanical assistance. Are the aerodynamics noticeably different? Does not wearing spandex create wind pockets in your clothing? Little things like that intrigue me." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:'''     "If you were to try and upload a YouTube video of me eating, one of two things would happen," Danvers notes while looking directly at Ferris with a borderline serious, borderline joking kind of expression that's hard to pin down. "One: I would destroy the camera. Two: I would refuse to eat." She shakes her head and feigns chastising Ferris, "never joke about filming a woman eat, that's just not to be done."     Being given first selection, Danvers goes about picking her meal, not going overboard at all. She's showing good manners herself, as she looks up at Ferris and smiles at the questions. Perhaps a bit more professional styled than the usual, but aligned with some she has been asked in fan events in the past for the Avengers. "I did not fly in my dress uniform, we have a flight suit for flight missions," at first it might seem she didn't get the question. But turns out it was just some more of her dry humor, as she actually answers the real question next, "what you wear certainly has aerodynamic consequence. I'm not sure if other heroes who do not have Air Force experience appreciate or even notice it the same. But you're right. I would say every flyer who wears baggy clothes, capes," she then pauses and sounds really disparaging for a moment, "skirts..." as if not even fathoming that choice, "well, they are hampering down their maneuverability and reaction time in the air. I'd say keeping to skin tight outfit gives me a direct edge in aerobatical maneuvers." 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:'''     Ferris nods at you, nose crinkling in time with her smile, as she picks her way deftly through the leftovers (not that there won't be leftovers still, even if both Carols go back for seconds!). "I'd imagined something like that must happen," she agrees. "It's too easy to imagine flying in a collar like yours or mine, and the wind simply pooling in your shirt or even blasting the buttons apart if you were to go too fast." She laughs throatily. "The things a person has to think about in your line of work, hm?" she prompts gently as she moves to take a seat at one end of the table, five feet from you. She lifts her wine glass in silent toast to your health and watched you over the rim, eyes sparkling as she listens to you. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:'''     Danvers nods as Ferris gives some solid examples on why flying, at least the tactical sort done for superheroics, demands to be respected with proper attire for flight. "Some of the younger ones no doubt lost a trench coat or two while trying to look 'cool' in the air," she grins at Ferris, before taking a drink to wash some of the food down. Dancers returns the toast, to Ferris' health as it were, and while it's a pleasant conversation and a delectable meal, she proceeds with reminding, "you didn't invite me just to ask about difference of aerodynamic quality of different outfits, right?" A polite signaling to Ferris that Danvers would like the main course of the meeting, rather than the meal. 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:'''     "True, I didn't," Ferris concedes, as she forks a bite of salad into her mouth. She rolls it around on her tongue, enjoying it, before swallowing. "In my desk, I have a dozen folders detailing my charity work, which you'll be welcome to take with you and read at your leisure. Think of them as a resume. I have a significant amount of money, Colonel. A shameful amount. Literally shameful; there's almost no need for it when so many people need help." More salad crunches politely in her teeth as she gives you time to think about that. "I'm aware of your propensity for charity, and I'd like to partner with you, Colonel. I'd like your thoughts on where in our society you and I can combine to do the most good, and how we can effectively use my money and your celebrity to accomplish that. Like you, I have a strong preference toward women and our issues, but I'm not blind to how much inequity there is in the world. In short, Colonel?" She smiles at you, dazzling in her sincerity. "I want to help you change the world." 
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388/Westchester Boat Race

2017-09-21T18:48:21Z

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|Date of Scene=2017/05/13
|Location=Westchester
|Synopsis=A diplomatic event in the form of a boat race between American and Genoshan kids goes awry, heroes respond.
|Cast of Characters=113, 141, 128, 221, 16, 244, 91
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Metropolis Harbor is where the catamaran races are taking place today. Anyone who's anyone in the luxurious life style is here. Elon Musk is on his solar powered yacht. Emma Frost is on her own black and gold yacht not far off and is sitting on one of the many leather bench seats over looking the harbor with a glass of champagne in her hand. Stark is now where to be seen, and neither is Lex, Rand or Wayne for that matter. "Oh well. Guess they're missing out." Emma says looking over towards the cabin, where she assumes Rachel is doing her own thing. Across the harbor bouys have been set up indicating the path the catamarans are to navigate through while several police and fire boats float out near the perimeter for safety reasons. The crowds have gathered around the harbor and docks. Many in their own yachts and liners, some of the less well off fans and some families of the racers are relegated to the warm metal bleachers overly looking the bay. The race is about to start and the breeze is comfortable today with just a few clouds in the sky. This is a great friday to lounge around and enjoy yourself. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Rachel is doing her own thing in the cabin, where 'doing her own thing' is understood to mean 'hanging back in the shadows away from the sunlight and any people.' She's here AS Rachel, of course--as a teenage girl going for a punk-goth combo about twenty years past its prime--but her pale skin still doesn't take well to sunlight, nor her eyes. But she is trying to do the things Emma taught her; she's conversing not too unpleasantly with the crew, making idle chit-chat about ships and how they work (for instance, this is a ship because ships contain boats). 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' Walking along on the land with Rogue in tow, Lorna is doing her best to look wholly respectable. Dressed in a long black skirt and a black sheer top with silver threading worked into the actual blouse. Metal beads decorate her hair and bracelets jingle on her wrists. She smiles to the student with her, looking up from her phone. "This will be nice. Get out of the school so things aren't so hum-drum hmmm?" She asks Rogue. She'd asked the student along as a thank you for all her help with grading. She glances at a text and smiles broadly as they walk. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:''' A relatively late entrant to the races, and one which took many by surprise, is the boat from Genosha. It's as if nobody on Genosha received an invitation, but decided to show up at the last minute anyway. That's a cynical way of looking at it, at least. But the boat that they've entered certainly looks like it belongs. It looks as if someone found the world's biggest block of solid chrome, and melted it into a futuristic, vaguely yacht-shaped vessel. It 'technically' qualifies as a yacht, but it could just as easily be mistaken for a spaceship. Oversized, overpowered, and made from one seamless piece of metal? We'll give you three guesses who built the boat... The Anya III might have been constructed on a whim by Magneto, but what's truly surprising is the fact that the Master of Magnetism himself decided to take a break from pacifying the resistance on Genosha in order to participate in a boat race. Up on the deck, he stands near the very front of the yacht, like a purple and red hood ornament. Or like a slightly more pensieve Leonardo DiCaprio. He appears to be one of the only crew members, in addition to being the captain, and the designer, and the builder. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue is walking along the docks with a pair of aviator sunglasses on over her eyes and a light yellow hoodie on that is zipped up to the middle of her stomach with a black tanktop on beneath that, short jean shorts and black sheer stockings on her legs that go down into a pair of heeled leather boots that end beneath her knees. Rogue walks alongside her friend and teacher, Lorna-loo, and she sighs wistfully. "I just don't get it though. I mean, ya can afford a big shiney boat like that and this... is what you do with it?" She glanced over at Lorna then. "Why....!" She groaned that word out. "I'd be down in the Bahamas, loadin' the boat fulla sexy people and partyin' the day away. I mean, this just seems like a bad idea. What happens if they're boats run inta each othe'ah? Do they board the othe'ahs boat an' start punchin each othe'ah? Cause then, I'm all for this." She grinned then at the other. 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' The crews on the boats begin to move around, it's getting close to time to set off and start this race when the nearly all metal boat splashes into the competition and causes a stir. There's murmuring among the crowds as one of the officials steps up with a mega phone to call out to Magneto's ship. "Sir! I don't know what you're doing, but open entrants were required to sign up two months ago!" The man's voice echoes off the water and surriounding yachts. "You can certainly spectate, but this race is for kids 17 and younger!" Emma stands up and puts one knee on the couch as she leans against the back to watch the events with -"Huh... Magneto." She squints and waits to see what happens. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     A Genoshan sailboat? With Magneto on the deck? Now that is interesting enough to make Rachel turn away from the discussion (rudely, but she doesn't care) to pay closer attention. Hm. What on Earth is Magneto doing, slumming with the cro-magnons? Is he a good guy again, or just looking to show humans that mutants are better even at decadence? Eh, it doesn't matter. What matters is paying attention. She squares her shoulders and comes out of the cabin onto the deck, to look more carefully. There's an army of Genoshans on that ship, and that's definitely worth keeping an eye on. She nods briefly at Emma and leans on the deck's railing, partially because she can feel her feet wanting to lift up off the deck and it helps remind her to stay grounded. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' Genoshan sailboat, the stir revolving around that gets Lorna's attention and she pauses. She tucks her phone into her clutch and walks to the end of the docks towing Rogue along, the poor thing. "Wait right here. I have to go give my respects." She tells Rogue with a look at the student before the green haired woman flies lightly to the Genoshan yacht and lands on the deck. "My father, I wasn't expecting Genosha to join in the fun today." She says lightly, bowing her head before walking over to him. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue looked at the commkotion on the water and she saw the silver dildo boat out there floating around. It amde her lower her aviator glasses and give it a longer gaze as the mega-phone guy shouted out at the owner. She recognized him, from her past. "Aw shit." She muttered right around the time Lorna went off to go say hi. "Right.." Rogue sighed then. Turning, the Southern Belle walked over to a food stand to order some nachos and a hotdog and a Unicorn Frappucino. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:''' Metal columns raise up from the center of the boat, and it becomes clear that it isn't actually finished being built yet. The liquidlike metal forms into masts, complete with traditional rigging. All of this without Magneto really paying much attention to it. From below, a couple of kids come scrambling up. As far as crews go, they're a pretty mismatched group. One looks like he's made of rocks. Another is covered in hair. One has an actual fish head. They start attaching the sails emblazoned with the Genoshan colors (purple and red, if you hadn't guessed...) and get ready to race regardless of the unfolding drama over near the dock. "Good to see you, my dear. But hold on just a moment while I deal with this." The megaphone flies out of the race official's hand, and into the hand of Magneto. Holding the megaphone up to his helmeted face, he answers. "Check your records again, human. I believe you'll find everything is in order." Below deck, Scanner hurriedly taps away at her laptop to update the race roster. 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' With a yelp the man's speaking device is ripped from his hand and then he blinks at the words from Max and then turns to his fellow official, "Becky, double check, now!" Becky scurries into her purse to pull out her phone and checks the registrations. "Oh- oh it's there." She says with a frown up to Zebra #1. "Okay okay, you're entered in the race, get over at the starting line quickly, but I have to ask you to get off the boat if you're not younger than seventeen." This whole situation just went nuts. Emma watches intently with her icey blue gaze and smirks when she realizes something she was always curious about. The blond leans over to Raven and whispers something into her ear. "Do you see that helmet he's wearing. It's special." Emma takes a quick sip of her drink and continues, "I can't read his mind, so it must be that goofy looking dome." 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     'Check your records again, human.' Okay, so scratch him being a good guy now. Rachel will not be useful here. Raven might be. Rachel slips back from the railing, back across the deck, toward the shadows where she can let Raven out; Rachel's ripped, deliberately ratty clothes slip into her skin even as Raven's outfit, a cross between a Cthulhu cultist's robe and a prom dress, comes out. Her hood pulls over her face, casting her eyes in blessed, beak-shaped shadow, and now that she's ready to act...she doesn't. She's young, but she understands the difference between escalation and de-escalation, thank you very much.     As she returns to Emma's general vicinity, she nods. "Makes sense." She's thinking now about how she could remove that helmet if she needed to; her telekinesis is powerful, but no match for the Master of Magnetism in a tug of war. Likewise, splitting the helmet or even shredding it would probably be useless. Teleporting it? She might be able to get away with that, if it came to it... 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "Of course." Lorna nods and clasps her hands before her. She looks to the dock and quickly looks for Rogue, clicking her tongue. "I will leave you to the last minute adjustments. See you on shore father." She tells him lightly, a fond, bright smile before looking to the Zebra shirted man and waving as she returns to the dock and fishes out her phone walking to Rogue. "Oh, you could have said you needed to eat. I was saving room for dinner, but I'd have bought." She tells the girl and shoots off a text as she talks. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' While waiting for her food, Rogue has been approached by two teenage boys who have pastel colored sweaters tied over their shoulders and their hands stuffed into the pcokets of their fancy white slacks. They're both oogling the Rogue while they have a conversation with her, or at least try to. Rogue is laughing a little and shaking her head. "Nah nah, I don't dye my hair this color... its just... well, its complicated." She then heard another question from another of the two. "Mmm? Oh, no. I go t'school at Xavier's, near Salem Cente'ah." The guy asks about it being a school for filthy mutants like the rumors suggest and Rogue's eyes narrow... ...Lorna returns to Rogue to find her standing by the water railing at the dock's edge with a basket of nachos and a hotdog. She offers them to Lorna and smiles. "Don't worry about it, sugah." She says in a happy voice to her. "Wants some?" She asked. ... a couple of swaters are floating in the water away from the docks. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:''' "Gladly." Magneto keeps the megaphone, for he does not return property that he has taken by right of power. Instead, he hands it to one of the kids as a souvenir. He does, however, comply with the race official's requests, elevating himself off of the deck as elegantly as Polaris did. He lands amongst the humans, who immediately start taking pictures of him with their phones. After all, he's probably the most famous mutant on the planet who isn't named Dazzler. Or at least his helmet is famous... When he lands and sees who his daughter is hanging out with, Magneto looks... slightly awkward. Maybe 'awkward' isn't the right term, but he definitely seems to be a bit more rigid than usual. "I was... unaware the two of you were acquainted. What a nice surprise." By the sound of his voice, it's neither nice, nor a surprise. 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' "Keep an eye on him. This seems awfully fishy." Emma says towards Raven as she pushes herself off the railing to move to the backside of the boat so she can rest against the railing over there. Able to see into the crowds and out to the race from a single vantage point. The race official just sighs at the whole thing while waiting for the Genoshian racers to get situated. Once they are, the man steps forward with a starter pistol and fires the gun! Suddenly sails are unfurled and the race has begun! 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Raven draws her cloak closed around herself and nods again at Emma. "You got it, boss," she creaks, then grimaces. That line was definitely not her. Never again.     Part of her wants to try to reach out with her empathy to feel Magneto's thoughts--empathy in general works on different principles than telepathy does, and hers in particular--but that's a waste of time. Instead, Raven asks, before Emma can leave, "Do you know those women he's talking with? The ones with the cool hair?" 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "Ah, this is my teacher's assistant at the school, Anne-Marie. It must have slipped my mind she might know you." Lorna admits bright an friendly, the sort of smiling face a young princess should have at a youth's boat race considering she teaches children. "I thought I might ask her along for the company, a thank you for all her help grading for me." She tells her father, small talk as the race starts and she looks to the boats. "I am so happy you came, showing an interest in the future is a wonderful thing, isn't it?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue looked between father and daughter as they spoke, while she stood there holding the food containers and then she started grinning. She still had those aviator sunglasses on that were reflecting everything she stared at right back at itself, but that two-toned hair was a pretty solid dead-giveaway for whom she was, even if Max hadn't seen her in several years. Rogue looked at Magneto and she gave him a big flirtatious smile and a lean forward. "Cest un plaisir de vous revoir!" She said to him in a thickly husky-hued tone of flaweless French, she was a tease at her very nature and she liked it. At Lorna she looked then and smiled at her. "Lorna and I are BFFs. I'm startin' t'really enjoy the teachin' stuff too!" She said with a smile for her green haired pal. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:''' "Yes. We've met." It's all that Magneto has to say about the matter, apparently. But he's certainly not about to spill any of Rogue's secrets, or his own. He's perfectly content to let people try to guess them on their own. "When you mentioned the race, my initial reaction was to mock the frivolity. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized what a unique opportunity it might present to some of Genosha's children. So I decided to bring a few of our brightest students..." He looks over his shoulder at the boat, as it starts gradually turning to the left and threatens to crash into the other boats. "They're not very good sailors though." He says with a frown. 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' As the boats near each other, the sound of raised voices can be heard, and many of the parents in the stands begin to stand up and gasp or scream as well. But thankfully, at the last minute the boats avoid collision. Near the middle of the pack there is a rising mist coming from one of the boats. And the distance muffled screams of terror and fear. Many of the kids on the boat are forced to dive off and into the water, left with no resort but to abandon their ship. This is not good. Emma smiles over to Raven, with a hidden emotion only the student would catch before she responds, "One, the green one... she's his daughter, the other... I'm not sur- I met her in front of the school. She's a troubled girl, don't let her demeanor fool you." Frost says before turning her attention back out towards the race and lifts her hand to her mouth and drops her champagne glass, shattering the flute on the hard wood surface. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Sudden mist on the ocean. That's never a good sign; literally never. The best you can hope for is a rotting ship full of zombie pirates, and sometimes you get monsters of R'lyeh. Fortunately, those are both things Raven knows how to deal with. "Keep in touch with me," she snaps at her headmistress and fires off the deck of the ship like a rocket, ankles tightly together, soaring about eighty feet above the water toward the afflicted ship. Initial flights of fancy aside, that mist seems more likely to be some kind of poison cloud, and she's already formulating the spell to seal the entire ship in a bubble. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' Looking up at the race, Lorna tucks her phone into her bag and hurries to the edge of the dock. "Well this looks all bad." She says and knits her brows together. The green haired mutant extends her hands, to try and maneuver the green fog emitting boat off to one side so it's out of the way of the other racers. "Rogue? Got anything for getting the kids out of the water?" She calls out. She looks over her shoulder at her father, knowing better than to make any suggestions for the ruler of Genosha. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue glances over her shoulder at the two water-logged rich boys that are dragging themselves out of the lake and she waves at them, but soon there-after and there's a disturbance out on the lake causing most eyes to go that way, eventually evening Rogue's own sunglasses-covered green eyes. "Fire?" Rogue asks in-general to those around her. At Lorna she then looked. "I can fly ove'ah there an' start pluckin' folks up outta the drink, if thats what ya think is best?" She wasn't sure what to do, this was her first rich white people event... maybe it was part of the 'show'? 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:''' Those who aren't paying close attention probably won't notice Magneto's left hand tensed as if he were grabbing an invisible object and turning it to the right. What? You thought Magneto was going to let the kids sail on their own? They've never been on a boat before in their lives. Apparently, however, fate has more interesting things in mind than a simple boat race. It can never just be easy, can it? We all know that Magneto isn't going to let a hair on any of the mutant kids' heads be harmed. But does he give two figs whether or not the humans die? "I can easily save their lives, my dear. But this is your opportunity to play the heroine. Perhaps you can simply send the boat that's producing the mysterious cloud into space? It's better not to take any chances." 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Emma watches Raven take off into the skies after the boat and a volley of horrified thoughts from everyone around stream into her consciousness, the wave of it is almost too much for Emma, but the practiced telepath takes it in stride and focuses on helping Raven do her thing. <<The mist... it's coming from a child. It- It's killing him.>> Emma projects to not only Raven, but to those she can quickly tell are able to do something. Lorna, maybe Rogue if you'd like. Frost lifts her hand to her temple, trying to pin point the kid and find a quick solution to help the boy. The 14 other boats continue sailing, the half in front of the incident continue forward, the half behind all start to veer off course and out of the path of the greenish fog. There's at eleven kids per boat and in the water is nine from the boat that's having the incident. Lorna might be having some issues as most of the boats (Other than Magneto's) have very little metal as the bulk of the craft is made from carbon fiber, with just the rigging being metal and not much more. The few kids that have breached the water are screaming and crying for help. The two on the boat, one's passed out and the other is litterally having patches of his skin eaten away by the gas. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Raven is cold. She has to be, to stay in control of her powers. In her coldness, she quickly assesses the situation and determines that kid who's dying inside can't be her priority right now: there are more kids dying in the water, and the math is on their side, not the kid's. Tough break. She forgets the bubble spell and instead goes for a more familiar one, focusing her power like an ax. A tendril of black anti-light lashes out viciously in a triangle cut: up, down, and horizonally, severing the crossbeams on the mast that hold the sail up, then cutting the mast from its base. It topples toward the water, but she catches it in a sizzling black aura and lowers it carefully into the water, toward the kid who's being eaten alive first. "Grab hold!" she yells. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "You don't think space is too flashy?" Lorna asks Magneto and grits her teeth. Shaking her head, she flies to the water. The kid on the deck with poison boy is her first priority. Picking him up, she covers her mouth to be safe and flies to the dock again with a nod to Rogue, leaving her to help with the kids in the water. She considers the problem of the kid emitting gas. "Get him in the water! Try to neutralize it until we can get some X-Men here!" Lorna yells out. They have jack all to stop the poor kid's mutation from killing him, but Beast might-or that's her hope. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue set her nachos and hotdog down on a table next to a fat kid (oh god) and then she zipped up her hoodie to hide as much skin as possible and took to the sky over the railing, banging a knee on the metal which made her wince even if she didn't feel pain too easily! Its only a matter of moments before Rogue is picking up her first person out of the water while she watches Raven and her mysterious powers. "Who the hell is that?" Rogue said aloud and the little kid with glasses she's holding shakes his head. "I don't know!" He says back at Rogue. "Who the heck are you?!" He asks further. "I'm a guardian angel'a course." She smiled at the kid and set him down on the side of a dock where people were taking photos. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' While she wasn't at the event, the moment the accident with the mist happens, Captain Marvel is well on her way. With the speed she's capable of it's really not that long before she appears in the form of a golden streak in the sky, fast approaching the water, where she slows down considerably to assist Rogue in pulling kids out of the water and bringing them to the shower. "Rogue...I saw you're keeping your promise. I'm proud of you." 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' With several people now out above the water, Emma does the thing she can do the best, she connects everyone, basically acting as an open comm channel for the four heroines. <> Emma reports mentally to the rag tag team, waiting for input. Yes, putting him in the drink is going to slow the mist but who knows the impact he'll have on the environment, also, the water wont heal the small circles of raw skin. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     The bleeding boy is less than certain about clinging to a mast emitting a black aura, but it's that or continue to get consumed by the poison cloud. Not much choice there. He flings his arms over it, awkwardly but with some determination, and then the mast is cutting through the water like a canoe, away from the cloud and toward the nearest flailing child. He's probably okay, if he's not an idiot and has a life vest on, but it's better to collect the children and get them away from the ship and its poison cloud. She has time to collect two more children before everyone else has caught their limit, and then she sends the mast through the water toward the nearest ship to be rescued by the child crew. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' Unconscious boy left on the docks, Lorna goes back to the water. She floats over the surface as her eyes flare white. "Handle the kids and the boat, yeah? I'll help stall the ones behind it!" or they're bound to have some collisions. While the boats are largely fiberglass, that doesn't stop Lorna from stripping the metal from her bracelets and hair decoration to the available metal from cans and the lower dock railing and the like to bring the boats to a stop. The gas, the kid, the boat, the crew are all still a problem, but Polaris can help hold the line so the other boats don't hit the children. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue turned around after setting the boy down just in time to see Carol suddenly there in the air a few meters away... which was surprising, but hey, there's way worse things to have Captain Marvel catch you doing than saving a kid! Rogue shot a nice sharp crisp salute to Carol and then flashed her a smile and went back toward Lorna, coming up near to her friend and watching Lorna do her metal magic. "Need any help?" She asked tentatively. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:''' For a minute there, it looks as if Magneto is going to be content to leave everyone to their fates. Aside from his kids, obviously. The Anya III raises up into the air slowly, getting well out of the way of the mist that's occuring. The kids onboard manage not to freak out. After all, they're used to these dramatic displays of power. Keeping the Genoshan kids safe is pretty much to be expected. But the onlookers and rescuers might not expect what comes next. Little pieces start to break off of the Anya III, like chunks separating inside a lava lamp. The little globules of metal turn into rings in mid-air, lowering toward the ocean right next to all the kids who are left. It might seem counterintuitive for people to reach for a lifeguard floatie that's made of metal, but these seem to be floating slightly better than your average foam ring. They're actually 'hovering' a few inches over the water's surface... "Scanner, this is Magnus. Are you monitoring the situation? Indeed... Tell me what's going on inside that boat." A hologram appears in front of Magneto, and he looks at the rapidly-scrolling information, reading it as quickly as it displays. "Fascinating..." Suddenly, holographic projections of Magneto appear in front of most of the active rescuers. He's far too paranoid to let himself be tapped into a psychic network, but he doesn't seem to have a problem allowing Scanner to project his image all over the place. The image is mimicking Magneto's words and actions exactly, although he's pretty much just chilling on the dock. "Attention, everyone. This is now a matter of mutant interest. As the leader of the mutant race, I demand that you allow me to assume control of the rescue attempt." He starts to frown behind his helmet, as if he'd rather not be doing any of this. However, he's kind of left with no other good options. "I will require the assistance of my daughter, and..." Now he REALLY doesn't seem to want to finish the sentence. "... Rogue. Everyone else is advised to stay out of my way." 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Once the children have been saved, Raven can release the mast from her mind's grip on it and finally spare the concentration to talk. "I'm Raven," she calls out to Rogue, in answer to a question asked minutes ago. She nods in response to Captain Marvel. "I'm going to deal with the source of this," she informs everyone who is currently above the water, ignoring Magneto's edict as irrelevant. "I don't know if I can save him, but I can contain him, at least." She zips over the water toward the now-abandoned death boat, or at least as close as she dares, given the lethal mist surrounding it. She takes a deep breath, focuses, and cries out her mantra: "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" A black light explodes from her chest in the shape of a titanic raven made of black energy; her soul-self, which, among other benefits, does not need to breathe. It screeches down toward the deck, looking for the boy...ah, there he is, gagging on his own poison.     Sorry, kid.     Raven's talons seize him in a tight grip, and the bird tosses the boy into the water. If she's lucky, the water will muffle the gas he's emitting, or even drown it. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, see what my dad wants." Lorna nods back to Magneto. As soon as he's taking command she defers to him. She doesn't seem to be straining much nod that she has the boats stopped. "Maybe you can take a hit of me and help me direct these boats to the sides her so we can off load the kids." She suggests, already guiding the nearest to her with graceful gestures to the shore. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue regarded Raven when she heard the introduction and she saw, at least some of, what the girl was capable of. "You're hardcore." She told with her light grin. Rogue could hear Magneto calling her name and she turned and flew back over to him with a worried look now on her face. "Whats up, Doc?" She asked him in a fashion that would likely annoy him as much anything she ever said directed at him. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel entirely ignores Magneto's tirade until she's personally seen to it there are no children left helplessly in the water. She does nod in Raven's direction when she proposes handling the poor child who is emitting the mist uncontrollably, frankly, because mutant stuff is not her forte and she really isn't set on how to help that kid. It's only after she personally saw to it no child is left in the water, that Captain Marvel flies towards Magneto, and hovering just a little above him, she asserts, "when lives are in danger, I will assist, whether told to or not...I respect you as the soverign of Genosha, but I will not accept a request or order not to help those in danger." 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:''' "Do I really need to explain this to you? I thought you were enrolled in school..." Magneto's response to Rogue is only slightly less snarky than hers to him, but there's not even a trace of a smile on his face. His holographic forms look all manner of menacing, but the actual Magneto is posing over near the hot dog cart while people take selfies with him. "You're the only one who can contain this threat satisfactorily and survive, Rogue. Absorb his powers, and then fly into the stratosphere. Polaris will contain the excess fumes within a forcefield." It's not a terrible plan, but it's not quite as simple as he makes it sound. Of course, Magneto looks as if he's explaining ketchup to kindergartners. His face is all tensed up and everything. Meanwhile, the actual Magneto has started hovering in the air, and is actually heading toward the kid who got unceremoniously dunked in the water. He appears to mean what he originally said, though he hasn't exactly started lashing out irrationally yet. "As of now, this boy is considered a citizen of Genosha. If anyone else touches this child again, Genosha will consider it a declaration of war!" 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Raven doesn't answer. Her body is not currently occupied and her bird-self is not equipped for speech. Her soul just perches on the deck, head cocked to the side in a pose that reminds you birds are the descendants of dinosaurs, one eye focused tightly on the poison boy...who isn't swimming. Crap. The bird hops off the deck and spreads its wings, drifting down to the boy and seizing him again by the upper arms, lifting his head and shoulders out of the water. At least now he can breathe. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' Sighing, Lorna shifts all the boats she stopped onto the shore and flies over to Raven and poison boy. "Ok, I'm ready for Rogue." Polaris says and looks to the raven Raven. "One of our mutants is going to drain him temporarily, please don't let him drown." She asks and looks for Captain Marvel. "Want to fly assist in case something goes wrong with Rogue?" She asks with a glance to her father to ensure that's sound by his book. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue had grinned at Carol's speech to Magneto but that grin soon faded when she heard what he wanted her to do. She then heard POLARIS going along with it and Rogue's mouth fell open. She still had those sunglasses on over her eyes though, but the expression on her mouth was probably similar to wide-eyes beneath them. "Oh come on!" She said at them all. "I don't wanna absorb the Livin' Fart Boy!" She pointed at where he was with Raven's assistance keeping him from drowning. Rogue sighed then and swept her body around as she knew this was going to mean she'd have to fly into the forest for awhile and isolate herself afterward. "Damnit." She muttered (along with several other curse words) while she flew at the boy while removing a glove. When she reached him she started to reach her hand out to touch the side of his face. "Sleepy time... Ah guess..." She said at the kid "Hope ya wake up an' figure this out someday, kiddo.". 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Seeing how there's the issue of actual sovereignity involved, Captain Marvel doesn't persist in arguing with Magneto. She saved the kids that needed saving, and she can't do much about the mutant boy who is experiencing control issues. She just nods solemnly, and turns to look at Lorna when she offers her to accompany Rogue into space, "I believe I was just asked by your soverign to stand down or he considers it an act of war between the United States and Genosha, I'm afraid my hands are tied at this moment in time. I will not start a war." 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:''' Another piece of metal separates from the Anya III, and floats over to Magneto as he floats over toward the kid. Scanner is still projecting his holographic image all over the place, so the crowd is getting a pretty up close and personal look at the entire thing. The piece of metal stretches out like metallic silly putty, until it's roughly the shape of a mattress. It actually looks... really comfortable for something that's made entirely of steel. Maybe he should give up his dreams of world domination and just try to put the Tempur-Pedic guys out of business? "I appreciate your discretion, Captain Marvel." So Magneto knows who she is. Either he keeps up with his North American superheroes (likely), or they've had a run-in or two in the past (also likely). Either way, his ego seems to be at least partially appeased, but that doesn't completely solve the practical issue of rescuing a potential mutant before he can be made into the poster boy for 'Dangerous Mutants Whose Powers Kill People.' It's the narrative the media will no doubt run with, not to mention certain United States Senators... unless he keeps anyone from dying. Hovering near Raven, with his arms folded, Magneto nods toward the floating metal raft he's brought to cart the boy away with. But he doesn't say anything. He just stares through the narrow slits in his helmet. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     That raft seems likely to be the kid's funeral bier, but there's nothing Raven can do about it now. Her soul-self lifts the unconscious boy from the water and lays him gently down, dragging his ankles against the raft as it lowers him so his legs are more or less in a seating position, so his back will be basically straight as she finishes lowering him down. Task completed, her soul returns to her body, in time to return the mute staring contest. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel nods solemnly at Magneto, respecting his sovereignity over Genosha and the role she plays as a United States representative simply by being an Avenger. Turning to Rogue, she smiles encouragingly at her, "we don't always do what we want in the line of duty, but we always save lives, remember the creed...you have the power, you can do it." She gives Rogue a salute, before acknowledging the other heroes who did work to save the children. Then she clears the air, per Magneto's request, leaving it to Polaris and Rogue to handle. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "Look Rogue, it's our best bet. Besides, I'll be right there the whole time." Lorna says soothingly to Rogue. She needs to be to contain the poison gas. "Then you can just borrow from me and we'll go home, alright?" She asks, raising her hands to be ready. She looks up at her father and nods slightly. "Nice mattress." She manages to joke. The X-Men are obviously a bad influence here! 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue's hand laid on the boy's face for about five seconds in totality before she pulled it back. She heard the others talking but she was a little pre-occupied with the information 'download' that just hit her. The power transfer was easy enough, but the boy wasn't breathing because of water issues now. Rogue's eyes opened, she had control of the gas... the boy himself knew how to control it, he lost control becasue of an unrelated medical issue (he hadn't taken his medication this morning and Rogue just saw the memory of it, the memory of running right past the medication set out by his mother and instead just going right out into the back yard to play with the family dog instead). Rogue's eyes open and she looked at the bow, put her hands upon his chest and started to give him basic chest compressions. (Mouth to Mouth had been phased-out of the process years ago by the powers-that-be). 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:''' Through the narrow slits of his helmet, Magneto continues to participate in a staring contest with a woman he clearly isn't planning to invite over to Genosha for quiche anytime soon. However, he's not especially demonstrative with his disdain. At least not yet. Truth be told, he's not entirely certain he wouldn't have done the exact same thing. If he hadn't known in advance that the kid was a mutant, that is. "If he dies..." The sentence isn't finished, but the threat is pretty obvious. The question is less what Magneto could possibly do in retaliation, and more whether or not there's anyone around who could talk him out of it. Let's hope there's a negotiator onsight if things go south. 

:'''{{#var:91|Charles Xavier (91)}} has posed:''' Charles Xavier is but a bystandar; a man in a chair. Of course, his chair has wheels so he can always move to a better position if he needs to. As things start to escalate he casually manipulates a few people's thoughts that they want to shift their weight so that he might roll forward a little bit. Not by any means to be prominent, but certainly to be closer if push comes to shove....his hands resting gently on his knees after his re-settling at a more opportune location within the crowd. 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Emma said she was feeling faint near the beginning of this catastrophy, or she was upset about the expensive ass flute she broke in her shock. But now she's feeling better, or recovered after ordering more on amazon, we'll never know what the blonde was doing but she shows up now stepping up towards Magneto. "...he dies." Emma says, and as if having to remember the fact she looks solemn after the words she frowns gently and looks over towards the child. "Let's make sure he lives before making ultimatums." The white queen says, her ice blue eyes lingering on Max's without hesitation or fear of one of the most powerful mutants on the planet. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Raven's mouth is open to explain exactly what she thinks of that threat, but Emma beats her to the punch; and upon reflection, maybe that's for the best. She just floats there, looking calmly at Magneto for as long as he wants to keep up a staring contest with a teenage girl. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' On hand, Polaris seems to relax a little once she realizes that Rogue seems to be in control and is helping to revive the boy. She runs her hands in her hair and looks from Raven and Emma to Rogue and Magneto with a nervous swallow. Less fights is best fights after all. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue struggled with the chest compressions due to her super strength... which was surprisingly challenging because she didn't want to break the boy's ribs, but at the same time she had to do the job, so it might be a foregone conclusion that some of the young kid's ribs might be suffered with hairline fractures. "Come on, Max." Rogue muttered, she'd learned the boy's name when she'd stolen his memories, his name was Max... what are the ODDS. Eventually, however, the boy sprang to life and started to cough up water and rolled over onto his side, but he wasn't exactly out of the woods... he was breathing! but Rogue's life draining powers meant he wasn't exactly conscious. "He needs medics!" Rogue said then as she backed off and suddenly started to fly away toward the docks, needing to get away from this... chaos. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:''' Whatever might have happened in the past to give Magneto a negative impression of Rogue, it's clear that her actions today have gained her some favor with him. It's clear because Scanner is still projecting images of the entire thing in glorious 3D High Definition, which lets all the unwashed masses get a close-up look at the look of relief on Magneto's face, followed by an attempt to look less obviously impressed by Rogue. "Yes. Well. Ahem." His attention has effectively been pulled away, and he no longer seems to feel compelled to look menacing. Thank goodness for up to date CPR training. But the close call isn't the only thing that pulls his focus. He seems slightly flummoxed by the sudden arrival of an extremely attractive blonde woman. An extremely attractive blonde woman that he appears to recognize. It's not unusual that he should recognize her, right? Emma is kind of famous, isn't she? "We have gifted healers on Genosha. The boy will be fine, but we must be on our way." The metal raft starts to raise up into the air, drifting in the direction of the Anya III. Apparently Magneto plans to get away with his prize before anyone can question the validity of his kidnapping an American citizen in full view of his parents. 

:'''{{#var:91|Charles Xavier (91)}} has posed:''' Charles Xavier clears his throat, though as he speaks many, many people can hear his voice, whether it's because it carries well, or because he has a rather...unique...way of projecting it. Of course, he's going to have to count on the fact that Magneto can hear him from where he sits, as a few folks in front of him suddenly stand aside to form almost an honor guard of sorts as Charles roles towards the front, though not too far out. "Erik...I would have thought we would have learned long ago that there's a difference between recruiting followers and appropriating them. The United States is not so far in the past that we don't also have gifted healers, my friend. It would serve everyone well if you helped this boy back to his family so that he can seek medical attention. I'm sure a man of your talents will find a way to reach out to the family later and discuss his...education and recruitment...if that's your goal." Charles is careful not to level any accusations but instead phrases Mangeto's actions as magnanimous though unecessary...at least that's the goal. 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Emma moves to stand beside Raven and then looks towards the boy and frowns. <> The blonde says to Raven mentally, not sure where to go from here. <<The boy needs help, but I'm not sure if we have the means to help.>>     Then charles speaks and now she is also forced into inaction lest she seem like a villainous monster, but unlike Magneto, she can instantly get to work finding the child's parents and starts to not only figure out who they are, but more. She's going to try and get this boy some real help. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Raven is not a telepath, so she can't send. She can only think, which means Professor X might catch half the conversation going on as Raven thinks back, <<If I have to, I can teleport him. I don't care what anyone thinks of me; I'm not mugging for the cameras like Magneto is. It might make things worse, though.>> 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' Looking tense, Lorna looks from group to group. She moves to check on Rogue. "Charles is here, lets get you home to rest and leave the old men to it." She tells Rogue quietly, their part in the rescues passed at least. She looks concerned for her student having taken on the poison gas powers. "Give ya a flight home?" She asks softly. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue was moving past Polaris when she spoke out to her and it made Anna-Marie halt her flight and halt her retreat. She could hear Charles' voice through the telepathic statements he made and she looked between him and then Magneto. "I wanna run off'n hide somewhere." She said to Lorna. "But... I feel like we should stick with the Professor... I didn't even know he was here..." She said to Lorna, a look of concern on her face. Having absorbed that boy's memories, powers and personality, she'd ended up in a scared place, feeling terrified enough to actually be shaking right now, but she was trying to control it. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:''' "Charles..." Magneto's voice is normally low and sharp. But when he says the name of his nemesis/BFF, his voice takes on an almost Rickman-esque quality. It's almost as if Professor Snape were saying 'Potter...' In retrospect, it seems obvious to him that Charles would be there, and he betrays not even a hint of surprise when he looks across the water at his old friend. Indeed, he feels no surprise. It's written somewhere that they must clash about everything. "Is it possible that you're growing more naive with age, Charles? You know as well as I do that this boy won't be able to go home after what has happened here today. There's no place for him anymore." He looks at all the frightened masses who've been recording the whole thing on their cellphones. Sure enough, they've already made a YouTube sensation out of the poor boy. "And he's clearly not in full control of his abilities yet, which makes him a risk to your precious humans. One more slip-up, and he'll poison his entire neighborhood. Are you really prepared to guarantee this boy's safety if I hand him back over to his parents? Do you really want THIS to be the child who kicks off the war between man and mutant?" 

:'''{{#var:91|Charles Xavier (91)}} has posed:''' "Not naive old friend...just remembering that what was old is new again. Ruling by fear...following the slippery slope argument as to what could happen and making that a reason to take the wrong action instead of talking through the right one...setting the stage just so...." he says, with a sweeping gesture. "You've done well for yourself today friend - reminding everyone that we're different...that we're not the same as humanity. Yet it seems like it's that very human part of everyone hear you're counting on to let you slip off with the young lad here. An interesting play all around - you've got the pieces nicely laid out on the board." He holds hands palms out. "This is your show. If you want the boy, I'm not seeing anyone around here that can stop you...at least not today. You can leave, with him, and everyone will know taht we can take what we want, and the discussions and the fear and the accords and all the registrations will all be on tomorrow's news. Or...you can be the savior and help contain the lad in a way that he can be worked with until he can control his power and make the choice himself on where he wants to live. You have infinite resources and choices." Charles just looks, to the mutants about, to those with the cameras, to his friend with the mask, to the ship, and the boy. "The world is waiting, Erik. Does Genosha gain another citizen? Or does it gain the grateful appreciation of a child, his family, and the citizens of a country who will be able to help this young man control himself and emmigrate later, on his own. You're a ruler now. What is Genosha's rule today?" 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Raven thinks something at Emma, a specific thought, and then leaves this issue in the hands of the elders. She walks over to Polaris and Rogue, and greets, "Hi. Thanks for saving all those kids. I appreciate it." 

:'''{{#var:113|Emma Frost (113)}} has posed:''' Emma remains standing where she was when Raven walked off but turning towards Charles and Erik, the white queen begins. "Max is a mutant, but not only that, he is young and very dangerous to those around him, and obviously himself. The longer you two bicker and argue about where he should go, the closer he gets to killing himself." Emma says, looking back and forth between the two elder mutants. With a exaggerated huff, turning around and walking towards the child and the young women helping him. "Come, let us take him to a hospital. A-S-A-P." 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "Hi. I work in a school, it'd be callous if I didn't." Lorna shrugs and looks at Raven with a small grin. She keeps a hand on Rogue's trembling shoulder before looking to her father. "He would be safe at Xavier's. While the politics are sorted out. Safe and with other mutants who won't persecute him or his family." She suggests quietly, looking between the men and back to Emma. "But we need to move fast." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' By the time that Raven had approached them, Rogue was just standing there clutching herself around the wais tand just generally trying to make her way through this kid's mutation that was inside of her now. She was having to focus to contain it, it was knew to her and the memories that the kid gave her gave a rudamentary-at-best explanation on how to control it... he had had no training afterall and now subseqnetly neither did Rogue. "Hey." Rogue said at Raven after Lorna's words, but she was having trouble concentrating. "Thanks, for helpin'." She said further, but was visibly shivering while the telepaths and the guy with the Mutant Country battle it out over the boy's fate. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:''' The stern grimace on Magneto's face starts to melt, though it's clear that he'd prefer to hold onto his anger. Anyone who was looking above Magneto would have known what his decision would be before his frown started to disappear though, as the Anya III has been slowly descending toward the pier since the Professor finished talking. And so has the raft with the young mutant on it... "Dammit Charles..." He mutters under his breath. But out loud he says this: "Genosha is a safe haven for all mutants, but we do not conscript the unwilling. We will, of course, see that the child receives appropriate medical care before we take any further action." Charles has effectively limited the number of options available to the man who would be called Magnus, especially if he wants to avoid looking like the tyrannical despot that the media loves to portray him as. He must walk a fine line between projecting strength, and projecting the sort of gravitas expected from a head of state. "If the relevant authorities are able to guarantee the child's safety, then Genosha will allow him to remain, and we will provide whatever assistance the family requires during this difficult transition." Magneto is almost certain that the relevant authorities would much rather Magneto had just flown away with the child. But Charles has also placed the Americans in a tough PR spot. Maybe this will work out for everyone? The Anya III lands near the pier, and the raft lands directly on it. The kids from the boat peer over the side of the chrome yacht, as if expecting orders from Magneto. And orders are exactly what they receive. "It looks like the good professor has invited us to stay for a few days, young ones." Magneto lands on the pier near... just about everyone else. But as he walks toward Charles, he does something that might be a bit unexpected. He pauses, and removes his dramatic oversized cape. Draping it over Rogue's shoulders without a word, he watches as the EMTs finally show up and begin assessing the child's condition. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Raven looks at Rogue's trembles, eyes flicking randomly from place to place kind of like...well, like a bird, and offers, "If you're worried about exploding, I can send you somewhere outside of physical reality for a while. No living beings there to poison." 

:'''{{#var:91|Charles Xavier (91)}} has posed:''' Charles is content. He does look to Emma, nodding his head at her words. Though he slips out of everyone' shead, at that point...well almost everyone. Certain people are so thick-headed he can't...I mean have a helmet on that he can't get through! That's it. Still though, sitting back in his chair, one can see Charles take a deep breath, and then exhale. He may be the epitome of patient tutelage but it doesn't mean that the pressure of a situation escapes him. He just acts with it. "And the thanks of an old friend...." adds Charles, to the list of things Magneto has earned today, hopefully. It's true though, ever the pacifist, Charles is pleased with the way that folks are nicely locked in. They're free to take any action they want, but he's framed any action other than taking care of the child as one that's only in their own best interest. And yet now everyone gets to come out smelling like a rose by coming to terms, or so it would be. He lets the authorities and medical parties take care of things, while he rolls towards Magneto, and holds out his hand when close enough. "A stalemate today, it would seem. But I am sure we will play again before too long." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue looked up when she heard Raven's offer and she stared at the girl for a moment. "N-Nah... that sounds... I mean... maybe if I had like a lotta drugs in me, but... I don't do drugs, drugs are bad." She glanced around at the others, and thats when the looming presence of Magneto befell her and hat cape came down over her shivering self. She was cold for some reason, something to do with the boy's mutation, it seemed the longer he held the gas in the colder he got... she wasn't certain and neither were the members that came with touching him. Rogue looked over at the cape that was draped over her and she eyeballed it fiercely with her green eyes, then looked up at Magneto and eyeballed HIM too. "Where do you even b-buy capes?" She asked him. "Is there a cape st-store on Genosha?" She asked, her breath was actually cloudy chilled vapor as she spoke. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:''' For most people, a handshake is just a friendly greeting. For Magneto and Professor X, each handshake is a renewal of a temporary truce. The Cold War continues, but no hostilities have been declared today. "Why Charles... I'm surprised that you would reduce a young boy's life to a silly game. I assure you, I was motivated purely by altruism." The smile on Magneto's face is probably scarier than most of his frowns. Fortunately, it's mostly covered up by that helmet he wears. He chuckles as he listens to Rogue's protestations behind him. It's true what they say 'No good deed goes without snark.' But that's the way these post-Millenials are. As he releases Charles hand, he walks past the wheelchair and into the crowd, having apparently left the children with the Professor and his X-Men for the time being. He'll probably turn up to retrieve them soon. Hopefully his visit to the school will be less eventful than the last one was... 
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278/A Guest Lecturer

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Today some of the students were given time off their regular classes, to attend a guest lecture by Captain Marvel, a prominent superhero who is currently serving with the Avengers. But she has quite the resume even before her heroing days, and that is largely the topic of her lecture. To entertain the kids, Captain Marvel did show up in her superhero costume, in blue, red and gold. She starts with a simple questions, "how many of the students in the room were told they couldn't do something? How many were told not to bother pursuiting their passions because they could never make it?" It is from that simple question, that Captain Marvel cuts into an example from her own life. How as a kid she was told she could not go to college. How she could not be a pilot, and how she needs to stop desiring something she could never attain. Then she tells how she defied all who questioned her, took on a commitment by enlisting in the Air Force, because through service she could get the education she desired. She takes a brief lapse to stress the importance of higher education, and all the possibilities it can open, before concluding with her rise to top of her class in the Air Force Academy, and eventually becoming a fighter jet pilot. There's a lot more she could tell, and even more she likely wouldn't tell in this forum or a smaller one, but she made her point. "Stay In School. Believe In Yourself. The Only Failure Is Never Trying." With the lecture over after little more than 30 minutes, there's still time in the period, and so she offered students to either catch up on their assignments, or ask her any questions they might have, as she moved to one side of the room to allow others to approach her. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Rachel comes to Captain Marvel's speech, and then to the panel held afterward, as Rachel rather than Raven: that is, as a pale, punky girl in ripped black street clothes with a pyramid-cut red gem on her forehead (she wonders briefly if Captain Marvel has ever encountered Mister Sinister and/or would mistake her for him, but decides she's confident Captain Marvel won't immediately start punching teenagers in a school). She shows up not with a phone to ask for a selfie, but with a half-sized notebook and a pen to ask for an autograph. She waits patiently, impassively for her turn to do so, and nods a greeting rather than smiling or adopting any particularly recognizeable facial expression when it's her turn. "May I have your autograph, Captain?" she asks, her voice not quite hoarse, not quite croaking, but creaky, like the door hinges in a haunted house. "And if you have time, I was wondering about the opposite of your speech. What if you've been told all your life you can do something, and you have an obligation not to do it?" 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' Vorpal definitely lucked out. Having had an interested in the academy for a while, and even though he's already enrolled and going to classes at another institution, it doesn't hurt to get a tour because transfers are, after all, a thing. What were the odds, though, that the spectacular dynamo, Captain Marvel, would choose that day to give a special lecture? As a courtesy, he is allowed to sit in on the lecture as a visitor. Since he inquired about the school in his secret identity, he shows up as the pale red-headed human with freckles and a disorderly mop of curly hair. All throughout the talk, he has been taking notes on his notebook. Those in attendance who are susceptible to magic, and particularly chaos magic, might be able to sense that the teen practically crackles and breathes chaos magic in a very perceptible aura around him, noticeable exclusively to those 'born to strange sights, things invisible to see.' He notes the goth girl's question down. It's a good question, and he remains quiet for now while the Captain answers. He does have a questioni jotted for down the line, but he always hates being first. 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' First day of school and classes are interrupted by a guest lecturer. There are worse things that could happen. Especially when she discovered that it's Captain Marvel giving the whole lecture. Gwen is no stranger to the name. You can't work close with the Acronym branch without hearing her name. Still she's never met the woman behind that name. So she was looking forward to the whole thing. Right before the lecture started she was reading a strange violet book with gold trim. Speaking two words, something weird starts. "Scribo Inacendia!" Pink magic wraps around her pen and it simply waits to start writing by itself. As the lecture begins, she watches and listens. The pen meanwhile is moving on its own, writing down notes on the lecture. She is keeping a tight handle on her magic so she doesn't start a fire by writing too fast. Still its a relatively small spell but effective. The spell fades at the end of the lecture. She takes her things and quietly heads over to the side room to meet the famous hero. Hey she's gotta look up to someone. As she walks in she notices there are a lot of people there. She can feel some strong mana in the room but she is definitely not going to start mentioning it to people Nope. She's new here and that means she needs to get to know people. Quietly she approaches the Captain. Waiting in line, she doesn't really say much as she files in behind Vorpal. She simply lets the Goth girl who really seems to be putting off an aura of magic, talk to the Captain. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel is very patient with the students who do choose to approach her, greeting each one with a smile. She answers a question here, takes a selfie with someone there, and does give the occasional autograph when asked for it. Which is exactly what she does for Rachel when she reaches her. "Gladly," Carol says as she places a neat cursive autograph in Rachel's notebook and hands it back to her. At Rachel's question, Carol turns her full attention on Rachel, "now that's an interesting question." She takes a moment, as if to consider, before asking Rachel, "what do you think? I think it sounds quite similar to me, rather than the opposite, don't you? No matter what you're told, listen to your own voice as well. Sometimes we do know better, no matter what others are trying to say." She doesn't pry for details that weren't offered, figuring there's a reason the question was presented in such a vague manner. But Rachel might notice that genuine interst in Captain Marvel's eyes as she was addressing her question. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Rachel nods slowly at the captain. She wants to ask a follow-up question, but it would be unfair to everyone else waiting in line to ask something. She just puts her notebook back under her arm (it's slightly too big to fit in even the cargo pockets of her jeans) and walks stolidly to the back of the line again. Maybe she'll think of a follow-up question.     Rachel, for her part, probably projects an aura of magic if you're looking for that kind of thing. She's far from impossible to notice, but it is difficult; occluded, to make a pun. It's as if there's a darkness pulled over her, dimming her light. Heh, maybe it's something she cultivates. She IS wearing black lipstick, after all. 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' There's magic in the air, but Vorpal can't quite tell from where. He's not a *trained* spellcaster, so whiffs and hints are all he can get unless someone gets real close, and real magical, quick. He does find Rachel's appearance striking. Unusual. He likes unusual, maybe she needs friends? Alright, it's the Cheshire cat that likes unsual. Before their souls merged, Tommy wasn't too adventurous... outside of the whole 'put life at risk in order to get a good video of Superman fighting X villain.' Now, he was slowly becoming positively eccentric. "Captain," Vorpal begins with a grin, "You have made a career goal of inspiring young girls all over, I was wondering-" and there is a very slight glitch in his illusion spell, where for a split-second part of his real appearance is revealed. It's fleeting, and unless someeone is paying *close* attention, they might miss it altogether, "Have you ever thought about joining forces with Wonder Woman? What do you think is the most important message for young women of our generation to hear?" A trojan question- one question hidden inside another. But it technically counts as a valid question... 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' Gwenn Tennyson moves up in line. She is still rather quiet. She doesn't know anyone. She just waits patiently. Quietly she gets out her notebook and quickly writes on a page so that it reads Autographs. Then its just the waiting game. Her mind races. What is a good question to ask Captain Marvel? Then it clicks. That would be a good one So with a smile she continues waiting in line. As for her magic, She doesn't bother trying to hide it. Her very nature is to manipulate mana. Sure her human body blocks much of it but to try to stop it would be like trying to fight back a tide. Its just not going to happen. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' With Rachel's question answered, or perhaps food for thought was offered instead, Carol turns her attention to the next student in line. After a couple more students, it comes to Vorpal and Carol gives him her full attention, same as she did with the others. Very little ever escapes Captain Marvel's notice, her visage always seems sharp and attentive, her gaze penetrative, and yet she makes no comment of the slight glitch in Vorpal's illusion. Carol takes a moment to consider the question asked, not one she was expecting, "I'm actually for inspiring anyone I can to better themselves, I just think the playing field is tilted in many respect against girls quite naturally. That's why they need more of a dose of truth than boys might." It could sound like a biased statement to some, but from what Carol has experienced and seen, she knows it's not an empty one. "I think Wonder Woman is a great role model in her own right, I would not rule out working along side if circumstances present the opportunity." She takes another short pause when asked about the most important message for young women, and she chuckles a bit, "pretty much what I said in my lecture. I think the most important lesson is not to always defer to others, to have faith in themselves, and dare to try. There's more than just modelling, there's more than just reality television, young women can make a real difference just as much as young men can." 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     In line behind Gwenn, Rachel notes something unusual: a notebook. Huh. She taps briefly on Gwenn's shoulder--very briefly; the strike is so quick it feels almost like something pecked the younger girl; all the quicker for Rachel to drop her hand safely back to her side--and when she has Gwenn's attention, Rachel inclines her head slightly while shooting a pointed glance at the notebook. "Hi," she says, not warmly, not coldly (well...not TOO coldly), but a bit quietly, as not to distract from the main event. "I was wondering. Why a notebook instead of a photo?"     You may recall Rachel went there for an autograph rather than a photo herself. 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' Vorpal thanks the Captain and goes back to the line. He does scribble one quick question that just came to him. One that is applicable to the field. When he finally gets his turn again, he will ask: "Sorry for the long-winded questions, Captain. I'll try to be brief. When you're out in the field and you have to make quick decisions with lives at stake... what guides you? I mean how can you tell that the decision you have to make in a split second is the right one? Is there some advice you'd like to give to..." he trails off, realizing he might be outing himself, and quickly rights the buggy, "Anyone who is inspired to do what you do?" Which is his version of 'Asking for a friend.' Probably NOT that convincing. He looks for the gothic one, she seems to be talking to the other ne who asked for an autograph. Autograph. Notebook. Oh god. "Andwoulditbetoomuchtoaskforyourautograph?" he asks quietly, holding his notebook. 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' Gwenn turns quickly as she is tapped on the shoulder. It definitely gets her attention, thats putting it lightly. She gives a soft smile to Raven before speaking up. "Oh umm. Because I don't have a picture. I'm new to the Academy. I didn't know we were going to be meeting Captain Marvel today." She blushes a little and shrugs. "My name is Gwenn. Gwenn Tennyson. Or Gwenn 10 if you wanna be all rhyming and everything. Gods knows my parents did. I can't even shorten my names without it rhyming." She laughs. As the line moves up. She is almost to Captain Marvel now. As excited as she is to meet one of her role models, the thing she didn't expect was to be nervous. Quietly she looks around. Her gaze falling on Vorpal as she listens to the question she gives. Thats a very good question. One she's had to ask herself before. Usually for her its how do I save them all. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Taking note of Rachel approaching and starting a conversation with Gwenn puts a smile on Carol's face. From looks alone, Rachel seemed like the sort who would shy away from company, and it feels good to see that initial impression may not necessarily be correct. With Gwenn delayed a bit to chat with Rachel, she grants Vorpal second question an answer as well, albeit not the most direct one. "I am very fortunate to have been trained at the United States Airforce, where split second deicison making could mean life or death, success or failure. I think this is a skill that is learned by experience, every bit as much as training." She looks amused as Vorpal fumbles over who might such an advice be aimed at, and she offers, "I would suggest to avoid such situations if you're just starting...'you' of course being anyone who might happen to be trying to act heroicly. The most important factor to understand is you first and foremost are trying to save lives. I personally try to take the fight away from civillians, minimize damage to property, and if possible neutralize the threat before it can materialize." She does provide Vorpal with her autograph, same as everyone else, but as she signs her autograph she offers, "if you know someone who might need a more indepth discussion, I wrote down an email for you as well, maybe I can meet with that person some other time and we can talk more." She doesn't outright suggest she knows why Vorpal asked the question, but has enough accidental phrashing that might suggest as much. Her eyes then drift towards Gwenn, as she asks, "did you have a question as well? That was quite the useful method you had for note taking during my lecture, impressive." 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Rachel nods back at Gwenn. "I meant on your phone, but fair enough. I'm Rachel. Nice to meet you." Another nod is given here, this one a nod of greeting (what? they totally look like different nods!), with no hand offered. "Rachel Roth. It doesn't rhyme," she adds dryly. Her eyes flick pointedly over Gwenn's shoulder. "You're up. Try to breathe."     Yeah, it shows. 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' Tommy -stares- at his notebook. He rolls to keep his decorum, and has a nearly-critical failure. "OH... thank you Captain! This will be- I mean, this other person will find it very useful, thank you so much!" And with that, he puts himself out of the queue, standing close to Rachel. He's asked his questions, he doesn't want to monopolize. "She's...so.... cool," he says quietly to Rachel. He's having a bad case of star-struck, and not the Lady Gaga song. 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' Gwenn looks at Rachel and smiles bright. "Nice to meet you. You aren't exactly without magic huh?" She laughs a little. Then she is informed by Rachel that she is up. "I sorta left my phone back at my dorm. My cousin likes to annoy me and I didn't want to be distracted during the lecture. When Captain Marvel addresses her, Gwenn snickers a little. "When it works its really good. I have to be careful because if I try to do that too fast, I could start a fire." That is definitely experience talking there. "Nice to meet you Captain, My name is Gwenn Tennyson. My question is, What advice would you give to a person, boy or girl, who is already involved with doing what you do. Like doing the hero thing and trying to save lives. I know I've already been told that I shouldn't be out there. Diana Prince and Captain America both tried to tell me I should try to be more careful but, You know how it goes." She shrugs a little. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Carol nods at Vorpal with a somewhat teasing smile on her lips, before she turns to Gwenn, ready to coax her to come nearer if she delays further. "Oh..." Carol seems a bit surprised at the risk entailed in Gwenn's method of notetaking, "I trust that hasn't happened in class before? Do be careful with that feat...despite what many troublemakers tend to think, it isn't fun when a school burns down." When Gwenn evokes the names of Captain America and Wonder Woman, Carol certainly looks impressed, "that only tells me one thing. Either you're not quite the beginner you make yourself out to be, keeping such company," Carol stalls a moment to measure Gwenn's visage, estimate the truth from looks alone, before proceeding, "or you're serious about heroing, and just might be taking it too far too fast, being around danger zones where such big time heroes are needed." This was more of less Carol's indirect tip, should Gwenn choose to notice. "But you've already started nicely, by doing what you believe in. That's good. But they are right...you should be careful. I think the best advice I can give, at this point, is to keep your ears open and seek out more experienced heroes. See if anyone might have the time to help you hone your skills. Never underestimate the worth of hard work in training. There's a famous military saying: hard in training, easy in battle. Easy in training, hard in battle. Words to live by." With that Carol tilts her head a little, almost as if she was hearing something that wasn't even in the room. "I'm sorry, students, but if you'll excuse me...it does seem I'm needed. Thank you for attending my lecture and asking me your questions, I hope you got some food for thought." At that she starts to leave the classroom, but the moment she's outside, she's just gone like she never even been there. Only the gust of wind in her wake suggests how fast she made her way out, maybe there is some emergency developing that required her attention. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Rachel scowls at the captain's disappearance, which, with her perpetually stony face, comes to a miniscule lowering of the eyebrows that vanishes quickly as she remembers not to let herself be disappointed. She just turns back to Vorpal and nods. "She is," Rachel agrees, no longer bothering to lower her voice now that the speaker is gone. Her tone is flat and factual; she might be telling you the atomic weight of cobalt. "Good for you not making a fuss about her preference to help women. Lots of men can't handle a woman saying that." Her voice is still flat: Des Moines is the capital of Iowa. 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' Vorpal grins, and a bit of the cheshire grin slips into the human grin. "Are you kidding me? I'm Wonder Woman's number one fan. I had a bracelet made of interlocking double-us made..." and then the smile fades a little, "Until some asshole stole it when I went to the pool. So..." he couldn't help overhearing, with his big cat ears and all , "... magic is afoot around here?" he asks quietly with a knowing, raised eyebrow. 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' Gwenn Tennyson blushes a little at Captain Marvel's words. Then she is off. She doesn't have super hearing or anything so, no knowing anything. Then she realizes something. "Darn, didn't get her autograph. Ah well." She shrugs it off and puts her tablet away. Then she goes quiet. Her thoughts on the words that she was told. If she only knew. Gwenn had been in the hero game since she was ten years old. Sure early on she wasn't on the front lines like her cousin or grandpa. She was helping though. Things of course had changed since then, As she often finds herself right there beside her cousin and in the middle of the frey. As magic is mentioned, Gwenn is pulled back to the conversation. "Oh umm. Yeah. I use magic. Well. Mana. Life energy. Most people call that magic." 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     "There you go, then," Rachel says, both acknowledging Gwenn and answering Vorpal, her face calmly impassive. She'd be a terror in poker. "Why do you ask?" 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' "Well. Just had never really met other people who..." he huddles in closer, to keep the conversation closer to the private side of things, "You know. Were sort of like me." To demonstrate, he holds out a palm, low so as not to be in the line of sight of outsiders. A rose blooms from his hand, blossoms, and then ages and turns to ash in all of two seconds. The flavor of illusion magic hangs in the air for those who can perceive it. It's something that permeates -him- at the moment, too. "I just got... it a few months ago." 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' Gwenn Tennyson smiles a little as she watches the magical display. "A few years ago this woman sorta decided she didn't like me. So We fought. We did a few times. It wasn't pretty. She was using magic against me and stuff. So when we finally be her, I took her spell book from her. Since then I've been studying magic and learning to use it. I don't really hide what I can do. There are bigger secrets to keep then me using magic." Pink magic ignites around her hands and a half bubble covers all three of them. The thing is air tight and pretty strong. "There are some spells I use so often that I don't need an incantation for them anymore. I am still learning though. My grandma wants me to come live with her so I can learn more. I keep telling her no but, She's stubborn." She snickers over that. She had to get it from somewhere. She looks at Rachel, "You can use music too, can't you? I can feel it around you. Its... sorta like its cloaked in darkness though." she shrugs. "I might be wrong though." 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Rachel glances at the illusion, then at Gwenn. "Might want to watch that," she suggests. "It's impolite to out someone." That warning given, she turns her attention back to Vorpal. "So why are you hiding it like that?" 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' "Because..." Vorpal looks around. He concentrates for a second and tries a rather complicated illusion: To anyone looking outside at the group, there will be no change at all. But inside the group, Vorpal drops his illusion entirely. There he is- all Cheshire Cat and hero suit and all. "... I sort of have a secret identity." He figures that if he can trust anyone, it's two people who admire Captain Marvel clearly, and someone who frequents Captain America AND Wonder Woman. After this revelation, the illusion goes back up on Vorpal, turning him into Tommy, and the external illusion vanishes. "... I'm... really new to all of this. It's why I asked the question I asked, y'see." 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' Gwenn Tennyson frowns, "Sorry, I just. I didn't mean to out ya. I just sorta was thinking everyone here was powered or something. At least it wasn't to the whole school." She sighs and feels foolish over the whole thing. Quietly she drops the bubble field and just lets her mana disapate. "I tried to keep my identity secret but, when Ben's identity was outed on the national news I just sorta gave up on trying to keep it quiet. I still keep somethings quiet though. Its difficult sometimes." She sighs and leans against a wall. "Have you ever had to do something for your own safety, even if it limits what you can do?" She asks in a rather solemn tone. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     "Just don't do it again," Rachel says to Gwenn, as if she considers the matter closed, which she does. She could say a lot to Gwenn's question--starting with 'Yes, everything I do falls into that description'--but no need to be dramatic, so she just nods. "Yeah. What are you thinking about?" 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' "It's what I try to do with the secret ID thing. I'm afraid my family could get targeted. And they totally wouldn't approve, anyways, of it," Vorpal says, nodding to Gwenn. 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' Gwenn Tennyson looks at Rachel and shrugs, "I dunno. Just rambling. Sometimes I think maybe it would be for the best for me to go stay with my grandma for a while but... that would mean losing myself I guess." She sighs and shakes her head. "I don't have that problem too much. My family is weird. I'd feel more bad for the people that would come at my family." She laughs nervously. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Rachel can't really talk about the concept of family, or even empathize much, so she doesn't comment on the topic of filial approval. She just asks Gwenn, "Why do you say that?" 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' Vorpal looks at Rachel, noticing she doesn't really put forth much information about herself. Feline curiosity has been engaged: Nosy Mode buffering. He doesn't butt in just yet, though, because he is curious about the answer to the question. His family was exceptionally unprepared for dealing with any supervillain trying to target them. 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' Gwenn Tennyson looks at Rachel and shrugs, "Its one of those things. Like I said, my family is weird. My magic isn't exactly weak. My grandma's though... Its like she's not human!" She states this with a smile. Boy is she covering that one up. "I just dunno if I'd be the same when I got back." She winces over that. Yes she is definitely worried about something. Something major. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     "You're never the same when you come back from anywhere," Rachel says, her voice the auditory equivalent of a shrug, though her shoulders are still. She's good at being still. She shoots a glance at the clock, and says, "Time for me to go. Lessons with the headmistress. Nice meeting you." That last would have sounded more convincing if it had been less flat, but maybe she has a neurological issue, or a mutation that makes her expressionless, or something. You never know. 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' "... she's very mysterious and reserved," Vorpal comments as Rachel makes her exit, and then looks at Gwenn, "And you're the opposite. You know, this is the setup for a perfect Buddy Comedy." He's intrigued by Rachel, and he likes Gwenn so far. "I hope I get to chat to her again. I am intriguied." Perhaps he should come by more often, even if he doesn't end up transfering. "So... you have actually -met- Diana? I... sort of met her briefly at a museum heist about a week ago. I didn't do too hot, and I don't think she noticed me..." 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' Gwenn Tennyson smiles and nods, "She seems really nice. Not everyone is really open with their emotions. Thats fine though." She grins. "I think she'll be the type of friend who you could count on when things get bad." She nods, "Yes actually just yesterday. She was stopping by to visit Miss. Frost while I was moving into my room. Almost got runover by Captain America too. That was all last night." 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' "Man... what wouldn't I give to talk to her..." he pauses. "Or maybe not. I went to that charity concert over at the Hall of Justice and I completely froze on the floor. I couldn't even approach her." He sighs, and looks around. "I should probably start heading out soon. I'm just a visitor so I've got limited privileges here... so," he sounds conspiratorial, "... are you trying to do the whole vigilante thing I am trying to do, too?" 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' Gwenn Tennyson takes a deep breath. "I've been doing it since I was Ten. I sorta work as a consultant to a few of the Acronym groups. Its kinda cool. I mainly help out with Alien threats though. Not like, Kryptonians or Kree... Well most of them. We have a few of those on Earth. There are others out there who aren't good." She thinks a little. "You know, Diana is just like Captain Marvel or Rachel or me. She's just another person. Nothing to really worry about." She smiles. "All ya gotta do is just talk. Don't put people on a pedistool. It just gets awkward. Or in the case of my cousin, ya get a really big head." 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' "Right. It just seems a little... like an imposition. 'Oh I am a rookie, give me your knowledge', you know? It'd be different if there were... I 'unno. A group for people like me. For young people, I mean. I'm eighteen, inexperienced and nowhere near ready to play in the big leagues, you know?" He gives out a nervous little chuckle. 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' Gwenn Tennyson smiles, "Maybe we need one! I know i usually work with my cousin and my boyfriend. Even my team is weird though! I use magic. My cousin, you may know of, Ben Tennyson? Ben 10?" She smiles. "He has this thing that turns him into all these differet aliens. Its pretty cool honestly, Though He gets a really big head." She laughs. "My boyfriend is an alien. His body becomes anything he touches. Like I said, my family is crazy." 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' "... maybe we DO need one," Vorpal says, eyes widening a little. "Ben Ten? Your family -is- tough. Mine... well. My parents work in multimedia, so not the most superheroic of fields. And I have as of yet failed to acquire a boyfriend." He ponders this, liking the idea. "... a group for young heroes. But we'd need some recources... unless we're just going by the seat of our pants and meet in a basement somewhere... and... who else would join us?" He's clearly taking to the idea. 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' Gwenn Tennyson smiles brightly. "It depends what we are setting out to do. Are we just going to protect a city? A Country? The whole world? The whole Galaxy?" She giggles over that. She snickers and nods, "Gwenn Ten? Nice to meet you." She laughs. "As much as he likes to take credit for all of our exploits, Kevin and I both have been there beside him and been helping him to do that stuff. "I dunno? There are a number of other young heroes who would likely love a team like that though." 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' "Tommy Hunter. Vorpal's my moniker because... well. I am *the* Cheshire cat," Vorpal confides, "Cross my heart and all of that. Do you know these other younger heroes? I mean, you clearly have more networking time than I do. You are the first one my age I've met..." He pauses, and looks over his shoulder, "Unless you think that girl is also one of us? She seemed mightily secretive. She could just be a magic user not really interested in doing the hero thing. She seems too... stoic to want to put on tights and fight for our rights." He turns back to face Gwenn. 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' Gwenn Tennyson shrugs, "I don't know. She seems nice and all. I just dunno." She laughs a little. "Honestly, I don't have that much in the way of networking. Aside from Kevin, Much of the work I do is with the Acronyms. You know, SHIELD? Them and my family. I know a lot about Aliens so I'm sorta like a consultant." She smiles to Tommy, "But that doesn't mean we can't find people! Right?" 

:'''{{#var:87|Vorpal (87)}} has posed:''' "You are absolutely correct. Young justice-bringers need to gather and reach out to each other." Vorpal scratches his chin. "Let's trade numbers. I have to head out, tour's nearly over for me... but we can get together over pizza and toss ideas around? Maybe invite our mysterious magician if she's interested?" 

:'''{{#var:232|Gwenn Tennyson (232)}} has posed:''' Gwenn Tennyson smiles and nods, "Alright! Here." She quickly writes down her number and hands it over to him. "Here you are. I hope you find more powered types. That way we can do more to make things better." She beams. "I need to get to class anyway so. It was nice meeting you Tommy." With that she heads out. 
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Captain Marvel (Danvers)

2017-09-21T18:12:46Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Captain Marvel
|Color=#ffd700
|TextColor=#1F75FE
|Char_id=244
|Img=https://i.redd.it/lvo2yow0ztoy.jpg
|FullName=Carol Danvers
|Gender=Female
|Species=Kree-Hybrid
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=DFC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Avenger, Alpha Flight Commander, USAF Colonel, Ret.
|Groups=[[Avengers]], [[Alpha Flight]]
|Quote="Well... First there was nothing, then there was everything... Then the good lord saw fit to bring me into the world to kick the asses of those who need it most. So get ready 'cause this day or the next, it's coming."
|PAge=25
|AAge=33
|DOB=05/10/1991
|Height=180 cm (5'9")
|Weight=56 kg (123 lbs)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Brie Larson
|Song="Dare" by Stan Bush - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9t6IqYtccs
|Profile=A young girl who was told by her father he would not send her to college like her brothers. She was taught her future was in finding a good husband to look after her. She would have none of that. Instead of an everyday housewife, Carol Danvers became one of the most accomplished women in recent memory:

Accepted to the Air Force Academy. Becoming one of the USAF best fighter jet pilots earning the nickname 'Ace'. Becoming a CIA Agent. Becoming NASA Head of Security. Becoming an Freelance Writer and WOMAN Magazine Editor, a Starjammer and eventually an Avenger.

Needless to say, Carol Danvers AKA Captain Marvel, is a steadfast supporter of the feminist cause and making sure women have every opportunity afforded to men. She made a career out of shattering glass ceilings, and there are very few who will not heed her words or underestimate her in a field of combat.
|Abilities=------------------------------< Alien Physiology >------------------------------
As her DNA was altered by the Psyche=Magnitron to Kree-Human hybrid, Carol's physiology isn't human, and as a result she is quite enhanced. Superior strength, stamina, durability, resilience to diseases, ability to survive harsh environments such as the vacuum of space. She is also gifted with the "Seventh Sense" (+abi Carol/Seventh Sense) possessed by Kree women.
-----------------------------< Energy Absorption >------------------------------
Carol is able to absorb a wide array of energy forms, empowering all of her abilities. It's why attacking her with energy based attacks or concussive weapons is a terrible idea. The more she's hit, the stronger and faster she becomes, while her own energy attacks are empowered as well. This ability is a result of the Brood's experimentation on Carol, while she was Binary she could absorb the equivalent of a binary star system. But now the ability is reduced to the still quite impressive point of being capable of absorbing a nuclear explosion. At higher end of energies, Carol's body starts to glow and erupt corona-like energies at random. At about her limit, Carol might be sufficently charged to regain her Binary form temporarily (restricted to plots / staff approval).
-----------------------------< Energy Projection >------------------------------
Carol can project powerful photon blasts, equivalent to peak power repulsor blast from Iron Man. This is another ability that was unlocked by the Brood's experiments. The more energy she absorbs the more powerful the energy she projects can become. She has fine control over this power, able to generate a strobe light effect to incapacitate her foes, heat up food or an entire room, which might be more handy for teammates in day to day life. She can also use the energy to enhance her fists, engufling them in photon concussive energy as she throws her punches.
-----------------------------------< Flight >-----------------------------------
Carol can fly at Mach-3 within the atmosphere, her control of her flight is tremendous, able to turn on a dime even at her top speeds. Her vast experience from the Air Force makes her an expert in aerodynamic and aerial combat, and she often uses this expertise to outmaneuver other less experienced or knowledgable flyers. Outside the atmosphere, with sufficent charge, Carol can reach near C speeds in space travel.
-------------------------------< Healing Factor >-------------------------------
This power is a direct bi-product of her energy absorption power, the more energy she absorbs, the more her metabolism increases, allowing her to quickly regenerate great injuries.
------------------------------< Invulnerability >-------------------------------
Impervious to most weapons and attacks, Carol can take relentless punishment without injury. Bullets bounce off her, blades can shatter against her body, and heavy armaments such as rockets and grenades she can simply absorb to become even stronger, just as she does energy attacks. The best way to attack Carol would be through telepathy, or if a foe was stronger than her, and even than she tends to give as good as she gets.
-----------------------------< Molecular Control >------------------------------
Carol can utilize molecular control to transform her clothes, something that comes in handy when she needs to change to her superhero costume on zero notice. Who needs shopping when you have a bit of molecular control. This action is accompanied by a flash of light.
-------------------------------< Seventh Sense >--------------------------------
Thanks to becoming a Kree-Hybrid, Carol gained the natural ability that all Kree women have, dubbed the Seventh Sense. An ability to precognitively perceive danger before it takes place, similar to Spider-Man's Spider Sense. This ability also enhances the way Carol reads a fight in real time, making her very tacticly efficent.
-------------------------------< Super Agility >--------------------------------
Carol has superhuman agility and reflexes, making her capable to operate at the super speeds she can achieve. She easily evades bullets, and can perform acrobatic feats beyond humans.
--------------------------------< Super Speed >---------------------------------
Carol can move to supersonic speeds, faster than the human eye can follow. While flying she tries to keep to Mach-3 within the atmosphere and only pushes for faster speeds when outer space travel is required. If she manages to tap her Binary form (restricted to plots / staff approval) she can reach faster-than-light speed in cross galaxy travel.
-------------------------------< Super Stamina >--------------------------------
Carol's stamina and drive is ridiculous, capable of fighting for an entire 24 hours period before tiring. She used to push herself to exhaustion before she became a Kree-Hybrid, now she's far more capable and has the will power to find her limits if necessary.
-------------------------------< Super Strength >-------------------------------
Carol has gone many changes over the years, but currently after being exposed to torture by the Brood, and further augmented, she is able to lift up to 75 tons. They had made her stronger than she was before Rogue stole her powers. But even though she exhausted her cosmic powers as Binary, the potential is still there, and under extreme circumstance (restricted to plots / staff approval) she can reach tap that level for brief periods. She can also reach up to 100 tons if hit with powerful energy based attacks (see +abi Carol/Energy Absorption).
================================================================================
|Skills=---------------------------< Close Quarters Combat >----------------------------
Carol has been extensively trained in CQC, both armed and unarmed. She's further improved by gaining the knowledge and training of an expert Kree warrior from the Psyche-Magnitron incident, granting her skills in Kree and Shi'ar martial arts.
----------------------------------< Firearms >----------------------------------
As her line of duty as USAF Officer and CIA Agent, Carol has undergone extensive training in marksmanship and use of various firearms. Thanks to the Psyche-Magnitron incident, she is also an expert in various alien forms of weaponry.
-------------------------------< Kree Knowledge >-------------------------------
During the Psyche-Magnitron incident, Carol has been imprinted with knowledge and experience taken directly from Mar-Vell, a Captain in the Kree Space Fleet. This left Carol with the knowledge of a Kree Warrior. She knows about their culture, military, language, martial arts, politics and technology.
-----------------------------------< Pilot >------------------------------------
Carol is an ace pilot literally having earned the nickname 'Ace' for her exploits in the USAF. She is also an expert in piloting Kree, Shi'ar and Skrull starships.
----------------------------------< Polygot >-----------------------------------
From her years in spying and intelligence work, Carol is fluent in English, Russian, German and Japanese. She's also conversational in Spanish, French, Arabic and Mandarin. Because of her genetic structure merging with Captain Mar-Vell's during the Psyche-Magnitron incident, she is also fluent in Kree, Shi'ar and conversational in Rajaki.
----------------------------------< Spycraft >----------------------------------
With vast experience in Air Force Intelligence, CIA and NASA, and years in running field operations, Carol has seen and done it all in the field of spycraft. She knows all about subterfuge, stealth, interrogation, infiltration, disguise, and had to personally withstand torture several times in her life.
----------------------------------< Writing >-----------------------------------
Carol loved to read when she was little, and apparently had a natural talent for writing. She has been the author of a best seller, a journalistic freelance writer and even a magazine editor. She has a knack for writing, if she ever choose to step out of the heroing game again.
================================================================================
|Resources=------------------------------------< CIA >-------------------------------------
Carol also served in the CIA while with USAF Intelligence, she has access to information and contacts that most would not have. If she's in a bind, there are certain agents she can always count on for support. One in particular has saved her twice from captivity.
----------------------------------< Finance >-----------------------------------
Carol has quite a few savings from over the years, and is still getting pension from the USAF and royalties from her books. She can live comfortably despite dedicating her life to superheroism as a member of the Avengers.
------------------------------------< NASA >------------------------------------
While most of her contacts with NASA has been burned thanks to her tell all book, Carol still has a handful of contacts she could use if she ever needed anything from the space agency.
------------------------------------< USAF >------------------------------------
Carol has many years of service with the US Air Force, earning distinction, medals and honors. From fighter pilot, to Intelligence, to Operations, she's been involved in many things within the force and retired as a Colonel. She recieves regular pension for her meritous service, and has many contacts in the USAF. She is often approached for interviews and her take on current affairs with the USAF.
================================================================================
|Weaknesses=---------------------------------< Alcoholism >---------------------------------
Carol has been through unspeakable abuse, torture and harrowing experiences in her life. Being as strong and proud as she was, Carol would not open up to others about her difficulties, weaknesses and suffering. She kept it all locked away inside, keeping the impervious and strong outlook on the outside. But there was only so much she could contain and eventually she took to drowning these hardships with alcohol. While she mostly keeps sober these days, there's always a risk, always a temptations, it's something she can't resist forever. She only tries to contain it to private moments, and avoid public debacles.
-----------------------------------< Dares >------------------------------------
Carol has always been competitive and ambitious to prove others wrong, show she can do whatever she sets her mind to, shatter glass ceilings and be the best that she can be. The problem is that the drive and passion are so strong in her, that when someone speaks the magic words "I dare you..." she often finds it hard to resist rising to the challenge. Stupid as it may sound, it can often lead her into situations she would have avoided with some forethought.
----------------------------------< Enemies >-----------------------------------
Spending years as a successful woman in male dominanted fields, be it the USAF, CIA or NASA had left Carol with quite a few enemies. People who would enjoy crushing her or at least her reputation and those dear to her. Than there are countless of villains who would like revenge on Ms. Marvel. She knows she can expect no mercy if she slips up in her alertness, as she learned from Mystique and her secret weapon, Rogue.
----------------------------------< Overload >----------------------------------
While Carol is always able to absorb more and more energy, at certain levels she can get enough to tap into her Binary potentials. Because of the burnout she's been through while stopping the sun from destroying the Earth, she can't quite handle such power levels like she used to and the energy will eventually start to seep out. At first her eyes and hair will glow, then her entire body, then errant photon projections would flare out like a corona. If she's deliberately fed too much energy and doesn't release enough on time she could inadvertantly create a nuclear explosion to harm all around her. The last thing she wants is to be the cause of death of millions of innocents, so she's usually very self concious about not storing too much energy.
------------------------------------< PTSD >------------------------------------
Carol has been kidnapped, captured, had her jet shot down, been experimented on by aliens and has gone through torture several times in her life. Ontop of it all, she is the only person to have had the pleasure of Rogue latching on to them without letting go. She literally had all of her memories, powers, and very life drained out of her. Once her memories were restored, she had no emotional attachment to them, leaving all of her life experience to that point like photographic images of someone else's life. Having no relation, no attachments and no emotions left Carol very lonely and very empty. Her method of coping was alcohol which lead to alcholism, but every now and then she suffers bouts of PTSD as a result. Being strong willed and a fighter, she almost never allows it to happen in the company of overs, but every now and then slip ups may occur.
---------------------------------< Public ID >----------------------------------
While she used the codenames of Ms. Marvel, Binary and Warbird, Carol had always kept her identity secret. But when she decided to undertake the legacy of her mentor, becoming Captain Marvel, she decided to do it with pride. No more masks, no more secret identity. While she still tries to separate her private life from her very public Captain Marvel persona, it makes it all the easier not just for paparazzi and media to bother her, but also for old foes to locate her.
================================================================================
}}
[[Category:Avengers]]

Captain Marvel (Danvers)

2017-09-21T18:12:19Z

SerraKeto:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Captain Marvel
|Color=#ffd700
|TextColor=#1F75FE
|Char_id=244
|Img=https://i.redd.it/lvo2yow0ztoy.jpg
|FullName=Carol Danvers
|Gender=Female
|Species=Kree-Hybrid
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=DFC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Avenger, Alpha Flight Commander, USAF Colonel, Ret.
|Groups=[[Avengers]], [[Alpha Flight]]
|Quote="Well... First there was nothing, then there was everything... Then the good lord saw fit to bring me into the world to kick the asses of those who need it most. So get ready 'cause this day or the next, it's coming."
|PAge=25
|AAge=33
|DOB=05/10/1991
|Height=180 cm (5'9")
|Weight=56 kg (123 lbs)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Brie Larson
|Song="Dare" by Stan Bush|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9t6IqYtccs
|Profile=A young girl who was told by her father he would not send her to college like her brothers. She was taught her future was in finding a good husband to look after her. She would have none of that. Instead of an everyday housewife, Carol Danvers became one of the most accomplished women in recent memory:

Accepted to the Air Force Academy. Becoming one of the USAF best fighter jet pilots earning the nickname 'Ace'. Becoming a CIA Agent. Becoming NASA Head of Security. Becoming an Freelance Writer and WOMAN Magazine Editor, a Starjammer and eventually an Avenger.

Needless to say, Carol Danvers AKA Captain Marvel, is a steadfast supporter of the feminist cause and making sure women have every opportunity afforded to men. She made a career out of shattering glass ceilings, and there are very few who will not heed her words or underestimate her in a field of combat.
|Abilities=------------------------------< Alien Physiology >------------------------------
As her DNA was altered by the Psyche=Magnitron to Kree-Human hybrid, Carol's physiology isn't human, and as a result she is quite enhanced. Superior strength, stamina, durability, resilience to diseases, ability to survive harsh environments such as the vacuum of space. She is also gifted with the "Seventh Sense" (+abi Carol/Seventh Sense) possessed by Kree women.
-----------------------------< Energy Absorption >------------------------------
Carol is able to absorb a wide array of energy forms, empowering all of her abilities. It's why attacking her with energy based attacks or concussive weapons is a terrible idea. The more she's hit, the stronger and faster she becomes, while her own energy attacks are empowered as well. This ability is a result of the Brood's experimentation on Carol, while she was Binary she could absorb the equivalent of a binary star system. But now the ability is reduced to the still quite impressive point of being capable of absorbing a nuclear explosion. At higher end of energies, Carol's body starts to glow and erupt corona-like energies at random. At about her limit, Carol might be sufficently charged to regain her Binary form temporarily (restricted to plots / staff approval).
-----------------------------< Energy Projection >------------------------------
Carol can project powerful photon blasts, equivalent to peak power repulsor blast from Iron Man. This is another ability that was unlocked by the Brood's experiments. The more energy she absorbs the more powerful the energy she projects can become. She has fine control over this power, able to generate a strobe light effect to incapacitate her foes, heat up food or an entire room, which might be more handy for teammates in day to day life. She can also use the energy to enhance her fists, engufling them in photon concussive energy as she throws her punches.
-----------------------------------< Flight >-----------------------------------
Carol can fly at Mach-3 within the atmosphere, her control of her flight is tremendous, able to turn on a dime even at her top speeds. Her vast experience from the Air Force makes her an expert in aerodynamic and aerial combat, and she often uses this expertise to outmaneuver other less experienced or knowledgable flyers. Outside the atmosphere, with sufficent charge, Carol can reach near C speeds in space travel.
-------------------------------< Healing Factor >-------------------------------
This power is a direct bi-product of her energy absorption power, the more energy she absorbs, the more her metabolism increases, allowing her to quickly regenerate great injuries.
------------------------------< Invulnerability >-------------------------------
Impervious to most weapons and attacks, Carol can take relentless punishment without injury. Bullets bounce off her, blades can shatter against her body, and heavy armaments such as rockets and grenades she can simply absorb to become even stronger, just as she does energy attacks. The best way to attack Carol would be through telepathy, or if a foe was stronger than her, and even than she tends to give as good as she gets.
-----------------------------< Molecular Control >------------------------------
Carol can utilize molecular control to transform her clothes, something that comes in handy when she needs to change to her superhero costume on zero notice. Who needs shopping when you have a bit of molecular control. This action is accompanied by a flash of light.
-------------------------------< Seventh Sense >--------------------------------
Thanks to becoming a Kree-Hybrid, Carol gained the natural ability that all Kree women have, dubbed the Seventh Sense. An ability to precognitively perceive danger before it takes place, similar to Spider-Man's Spider Sense. This ability also enhances the way Carol reads a fight in real time, making her very tacticly efficent.
-------------------------------< Super Agility >--------------------------------
Carol has superhuman agility and reflexes, making her capable to operate at the super speeds she can achieve. She easily evades bullets, and can perform acrobatic feats beyond humans.
--------------------------------< Super Speed >---------------------------------
Carol can move to supersonic speeds, faster than the human eye can follow. While flying she tries to keep to Mach-3 within the atmosphere and only pushes for faster speeds when outer space travel is required. If she manages to tap her Binary form (restricted to plots / staff approval) she can reach faster-than-light speed in cross galaxy travel.
-------------------------------< Super Stamina >--------------------------------
Carol's stamina and drive is ridiculous, capable of fighting for an entire 24 hours period before tiring. She used to push herself to exhaustion before she became a Kree-Hybrid, now she's far more capable and has the will power to find her limits if necessary.
-------------------------------< Super Strength >-------------------------------
Carol has gone many changes over the years, but currently after being exposed to torture by the Brood, and further augmented, she is able to lift up to 75 tons. They had made her stronger than she was before Rogue stole her powers. But even though she exhausted her cosmic powers as Binary, the potential is still there, and under extreme circumstance (restricted to plots / staff approval) she can reach tap that level for brief periods. She can also reach up to 100 tons if hit with powerful energy based attacks (see +abi Carol/Energy Absorption).
================================================================================
|Skills=---------------------------< Close Quarters Combat >----------------------------
Carol has been extensively trained in CQC, both armed and unarmed. She's further improved by gaining the knowledge and training of an expert Kree warrior from the Psyche-Magnitron incident, granting her skills in Kree and Shi'ar martial arts.
----------------------------------< Firearms >----------------------------------
As her line of duty as USAF Officer and CIA Agent, Carol has undergone extensive training in marksmanship and use of various firearms. Thanks to the Psyche-Magnitron incident, she is also an expert in various alien forms of weaponry.
-------------------------------< Kree Knowledge >-------------------------------
During the Psyche-Magnitron incident, Carol has been imprinted with knowledge and experience taken directly from Mar-Vell, a Captain in the Kree Space Fleet. This left Carol with the knowledge of a Kree Warrior. She knows about their culture, military, language, martial arts, politics and technology.
-----------------------------------< Pilot >------------------------------------
Carol is an ace pilot literally having earned the nickname 'Ace' for her exploits in the USAF. She is also an expert in piloting Kree, Shi'ar and Skrull starships.
----------------------------------< Polygot >-----------------------------------
From her years in spying and intelligence work, Carol is fluent in English, Russian, German and Japanese. She's also conversational in Spanish, French, Arabic and Mandarin. Because of her genetic structure merging with Captain Mar-Vell's during the Psyche-Magnitron incident, she is also fluent in Kree, Shi'ar and conversational in Rajaki.
----------------------------------< Spycraft >----------------------------------
With vast experience in Air Force Intelligence, CIA and NASA, and years in running field operations, Carol has seen and done it all in the field of spycraft. She knows all about subterfuge, stealth, interrogation, infiltration, disguise, and had to personally withstand torture several times in her life.
----------------------------------< Writing >-----------------------------------
Carol loved to read when she was little, and apparently had a natural talent for writing. She has been the author of a best seller, a journalistic freelance writer and even a magazine editor. She has a knack for writing, if she ever choose to step out of the heroing game again.
================================================================================
|Resources=------------------------------------< CIA >-------------------------------------
Carol also served in the CIA while with USAF Intelligence, she has access to information and contacts that most would not have. If she's in a bind, there are certain agents she can always count on for support. One in particular has saved her twice from captivity.
----------------------------------< Finance >-----------------------------------
Carol has quite a few savings from over the years, and is still getting pension from the USAF and royalties from her books. She can live comfortably despite dedicating her life to superheroism as a member of the Avengers.
------------------------------------< NASA >------------------------------------
While most of her contacts with NASA has been burned thanks to her tell all book, Carol still has a handful of contacts she could use if she ever needed anything from the space agency.
------------------------------------< USAF >------------------------------------
Carol has many years of service with the US Air Force, earning distinction, medals and honors. From fighter pilot, to Intelligence, to Operations, she's been involved in many things within the force and retired as a Colonel. She recieves regular pension for her meritous service, and has many contacts in the USAF. She is often approached for interviews and her take on current affairs with the USAF.
================================================================================
|Weaknesses=---------------------------------< Alcoholism >---------------------------------
Carol has been through unspeakable abuse, torture and harrowing experiences in her life. Being as strong and proud as she was, Carol would not open up to others about her difficulties, weaknesses and suffering. She kept it all locked away inside, keeping the impervious and strong outlook on the outside. But there was only so much she could contain and eventually she took to drowning these hardships with alcohol. While she mostly keeps sober these days, there's always a risk, always a temptations, it's something she can't resist forever. She only tries to contain it to private moments, and avoid public debacles.
-----------------------------------< Dares >------------------------------------
Carol has always been competitive and ambitious to prove others wrong, show she can do whatever she sets her mind to, shatter glass ceilings and be the best that she can be. The problem is that the drive and passion are so strong in her, that when someone speaks the magic words "I dare you..." she often finds it hard to resist rising to the challenge. Stupid as it may sound, it can often lead her into situations she would have avoided with some forethought.
----------------------------------< Enemies >-----------------------------------
Spending years as a successful woman in male dominanted fields, be it the USAF, CIA or NASA had left Carol with quite a few enemies. People who would enjoy crushing her or at least her reputation and those dear to her. Than there are countless of villains who would like revenge on Ms. Marvel. She knows she can expect no mercy if she slips up in her alertness, as she learned from Mystique and her secret weapon, Rogue.
----------------------------------< Overload >----------------------------------
While Carol is always able to absorb more and more energy, at certain levels she can get enough to tap into her Binary potentials. Because of the burnout she's been through while stopping the sun from destroying the Earth, she can't quite handle such power levels like she used to and the energy will eventually start to seep out. At first her eyes and hair will glow, then her entire body, then errant photon projections would flare out like a corona. If she's deliberately fed too much energy and doesn't release enough on time she could inadvertantly create a nuclear explosion to harm all around her. The last thing she wants is to be the cause of death of millions of innocents, so she's usually very self concious about not storing too much energy.
------------------------------------< PTSD >------------------------------------
Carol has been kidnapped, captured, had her jet shot down, been experimented on by aliens and has gone through torture several times in her life. Ontop of it all, she is the only person to have had the pleasure of Rogue latching on to them without letting go. She literally had all of her memories, powers, and very life drained out of her. Once her memories were restored, she had no emotional attachment to them, leaving all of her life experience to that point like photographic images of someone else's life. Having no relation, no attachments and no emotions left Carol very lonely and very empty. Her method of coping was alcohol which lead to alcholism, but every now and then she suffers bouts of PTSD as a result. Being strong willed and a fighter, she almost never allows it to happen in the company of overs, but every now and then slip ups may occur.
---------------------------------< Public ID >----------------------------------
While she used the codenames of Ms. Marvel, Binary and Warbird, Carol had always kept her identity secret. But when she decided to undertake the legacy of her mentor, becoming Captain Marvel, she decided to do it with pride. No more masks, no more secret identity. While she still tries to separate her private life from her very public Captain Marvel persona, it makes it all the easier not just for paparazzi and media to bother her, but also for old foes to locate her.
================================================================================
}}
[[Category:Avengers]]

Captain Marvel (Danvers)

2017-09-21T18:08:57Z

SerraKeto:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Captain Marvel
|Color=#ffd700
|TextColor=#1F75FE
|Char_id=244
|Img=https://i.redd.it/lvo2yow0ztoy.jpg
|FullName=Carol Danvers
|Gender=Female
|Species=Kree-Hybrid
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=DFC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Avenger, Alpha Flight Commander, USAF Colonel, Ret.
|Groups=[[Avengers]], [[Alpha Flight]]
|Quote="Well... First there was nothing, then there was everything... Then the good lord saw fit to bring me into the world to kick the asses of those who need it most. So get ready 'cause this day or the next, it's coming."
|PAge=25
|AAge=33
|DOB=05/10/1991
|Height=180 cm (5'9")
|Weight=56 kg (123 lbs)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Brie Larson
|Song=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9t6IqYtccs
|Profile=A young girl who was told by her father he would not send her to college like her brothers. She was taught her future was in finding a good husband to look after her. She would have none of that. Instead of an everyday housewife, Carol Danvers became one of the most accomplished women in recent memory:

Accepted to the Air Force Academy. Becoming one of the USAF best fighter jet pilots earning the nickname 'Ace'. Becoming a CIA Agent. Becoming NASA Head of Security. Becoming an Freelance Writer and WOMAN Magazine Editor, a Starjammer and eventually an Avenger.

Needless to say, Carol Danvers AKA Captain Marvel, is a steadfast supporter of the feminist cause and making sure women have every opportunity afforded to men. She made a career out of shattering glass ceilings, and there are very few who will not heed her words or underestimate her in a field of combat.
|Abilities=------------------------------< Alien Physiology >------------------------------
As her DNA was altered by the Psyche=Magnitron to Kree-Human hybrid, Carol's physiology isn't human, and as a result she is quite enhanced. Superior strength, stamina, durability, resilience to diseases, ability to survive harsh environments such as the vacuum of space. She is also gifted with the "Seventh Sense" (+abi Carol/Seventh Sense) possessed by Kree women.
-----------------------------< Energy Absorption >------------------------------
Carol is able to absorb a wide array of energy forms, empowering all of her abilities. It's why attacking her with energy based attacks or concussive weapons is a terrible idea. The more she's hit, the stronger and faster she becomes, while her own energy attacks are empowered as well. This ability is a result of the Brood's experimentation on Carol, while she was Binary she could absorb the equivalent of a binary star system. But now the ability is reduced to the still quite impressive point of being capable of absorbing a nuclear explosion. At higher end of energies, Carol's body starts to glow and erupt corona-like energies at random. At about her limit, Carol might be sufficently charged to regain her Binary form temporarily (restricted to plots / staff approval).
-----------------------------< Energy Projection >------------------------------
Carol can project powerful photon blasts, equivalent to peak power repulsor blast from Iron Man. This is another ability that was unlocked by the Brood's experiments. The more energy she absorbs the more powerful the energy she projects can become. She has fine control over this power, able to generate a strobe light effect to incapacitate her foes, heat up food or an entire room, which might be more handy for teammates in day to day life. She can also use the energy to enhance her fists, engufling them in photon concussive energy as she throws her punches.
-----------------------------------< Flight >-----------------------------------
Carol can fly at Mach-3 within the atmosphere, her control of her flight is tremendous, able to turn on a dime even at her top speeds. Her vast experience from the Air Force makes her an expert in aerodynamic and aerial combat, and she often uses this expertise to outmaneuver other less experienced or knowledgable flyers. Outside the atmosphere, with sufficent charge, Carol can reach near C speeds in space travel.
-------------------------------< Healing Factor >-------------------------------
This power is a direct bi-product of her energy absorption power, the more energy she absorbs, the more her metabolism increases, allowing her to quickly regenerate great injuries.
------------------------------< Invulnerability >-------------------------------
Impervious to most weapons and attacks, Carol can take relentless punishment without injury. Bullets bounce off her, blades can shatter against her body, and heavy armaments such as rockets and grenades she can simply absorb to become even stronger, just as she does energy attacks. The best way to attack Carol would be through telepathy, or if a foe was stronger than her, and even than she tends to give as good as she gets.
-----------------------------< Molecular Control >------------------------------
Carol can utilize molecular control to transform her clothes, something that comes in handy when she needs to change to her superhero costume on zero notice. Who needs shopping when you have a bit of molecular control. This action is accompanied by a flash of light.
-------------------------------< Seventh Sense >--------------------------------
Thanks to becoming a Kree-Hybrid, Carol gained the natural ability that all Kree women have, dubbed the Seventh Sense. An ability to precognitively perceive danger before it takes place, similar to Spider-Man's Spider Sense. This ability also enhances the way Carol reads a fight in real time, making her very tacticly efficent.
-------------------------------< Super Agility >--------------------------------
Carol has superhuman agility and reflexes, making her capable to operate at the super speeds she can achieve. She easily evades bullets, and can perform acrobatic feats beyond humans.
--------------------------------< Super Speed >---------------------------------
Carol can move to supersonic speeds, faster than the human eye can follow. While flying she tries to keep to Mach-3 within the atmosphere and only pushes for faster speeds when outer space travel is required. If she manages to tap her Binary form (restricted to plots / staff approval) she can reach faster-than-light speed in cross galaxy travel.
-------------------------------< Super Stamina >--------------------------------
Carol's stamina and drive is ridiculous, capable of fighting for an entire 24 hours period before tiring. She used to push herself to exhaustion before she became a Kree-Hybrid, now she's far more capable and has the will power to find her limits if necessary.
-------------------------------< Super Strength >-------------------------------
Carol has gone many changes over the years, but currently after being exposed to torture by the Brood, and further augmented, she is able to lift up to 75 tons. They had made her stronger than she was before Rogue stole her powers. But even though she exhausted her cosmic powers as Binary, the potential is still there, and under extreme circumstance (restricted to plots / staff approval) she can reach tap that level for brief periods. She can also reach up to 100 tons if hit with powerful energy based attacks (see +abi Carol/Energy Absorption).
================================================================================
|Skills=---------------------------< Close Quarters Combat >----------------------------
Carol has been extensively trained in CQC, both armed and unarmed. She's further improved by gaining the knowledge and training of an expert Kree warrior from the Psyche-Magnitron incident, granting her skills in Kree and Shi'ar martial arts.
----------------------------------< Firearms >----------------------------------
As her line of duty as USAF Officer and CIA Agent, Carol has undergone extensive training in marksmanship and use of various firearms. Thanks to the Psyche-Magnitron incident, she is also an expert in various alien forms of weaponry.
-------------------------------< Kree Knowledge >-------------------------------
During the Psyche-Magnitron incident, Carol has been imprinted with knowledge and experience taken directly from Mar-Vell, a Captain in the Kree Space Fleet. This left Carol with the knowledge of a Kree Warrior. She knows about their culture, military, language, martial arts, politics and technology.
-----------------------------------< Pilot >------------------------------------
Carol is an ace pilot literally having earned the nickname 'Ace' for her exploits in the USAF. She is also an expert in piloting Kree, Shi'ar and Skrull starships.
----------------------------------< Polygot >-----------------------------------
From her years in spying and intelligence work, Carol is fluent in English, Russian, German and Japanese. She's also conversational in Spanish, French, Arabic and Mandarin. Because of her genetic structure merging with Captain Mar-Vell's during the Psyche-Magnitron incident, she is also fluent in Kree, Shi'ar and conversational in Rajaki.
----------------------------------< Spycraft >----------------------------------
With vast experience in Air Force Intelligence, CIA and NASA, and years in running field operations, Carol has seen and done it all in the field of spycraft. She knows all about subterfuge, stealth, interrogation, infiltration, disguise, and had to personally withstand torture several times in her life.
----------------------------------< Writing >-----------------------------------
Carol loved to read when she was little, and apparently had a natural talent for writing. She has been the author of a best seller, a journalistic freelance writer and even a magazine editor. She has a knack for writing, if she ever choose to step out of the heroing game again.
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|Resources=------------------------------------< CIA >-------------------------------------
Carol also served in the CIA while with USAF Intelligence, she has access to information and contacts that most would not have. If she's in a bind, there are certain agents she can always count on for support. One in particular has saved her twice from captivity.
----------------------------------< Finance >-----------------------------------
Carol has quite a few savings from over the years, and is still getting pension from the USAF and royalties from her books. She can live comfortably despite dedicating her life to superheroism as a member of the Avengers.
------------------------------------< NASA >------------------------------------
While most of her contacts with NASA has been burned thanks to her tell all book, Carol still has a handful of contacts she could use if she ever needed anything from the space agency.
------------------------------------< USAF >------------------------------------
Carol has many years of service with the US Air Force, earning distinction, medals and honors. From fighter pilot, to Intelligence, to Operations, she's been involved in many things within the force and retired as a Colonel. She recieves regular pension for her meritous service, and has many contacts in the USAF. She is often approached for interviews and her take on current affairs with the USAF.
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|Weaknesses=---------------------------------< Alcoholism >---------------------------------
Carol has been through unspeakable abuse, torture and harrowing experiences in her life. Being as strong and proud as she was, Carol would not open up to others about her difficulties, weaknesses and suffering. She kept it all locked away inside, keeping the impervious and strong outlook on the outside. But there was only so much she could contain and eventually she took to drowning these hardships with alcohol. While she mostly keeps sober these days, there's always a risk, always a temptations, it's something she can't resist forever. She only tries to contain it to private moments, and avoid public debacles.
-----------------------------------< Dares >------------------------------------
Carol has always been competitive and ambitious to prove others wrong, show she can do whatever she sets her mind to, shatter glass ceilings and be the best that she can be. The problem is that the drive and passion are so strong in her, that when someone speaks the magic words "I dare you..." she often finds it hard to resist rising to the challenge. Stupid as it may sound, it can often lead her into situations she would have avoided with some forethought.
----------------------------------< Enemies >-----------------------------------
Spending years as a successful woman in male dominanted fields, be it the USAF, CIA or NASA had left Carol with quite a few enemies. People who would enjoy crushing her or at least her reputation and those dear to her. Than there are countless of villains who would like revenge on Ms. Marvel. She knows she can expect no mercy if she slips up in her alertness, as she learned from Mystique and her secret weapon, Rogue.
----------------------------------< Overload >----------------------------------
While Carol is always able to absorb more and more energy, at certain levels she can get enough to tap into her Binary potentials. Because of the burnout she's been through while stopping the sun from destroying the Earth, she can't quite handle such power levels like she used to and the energy will eventually start to seep out. At first her eyes and hair will glow, then her entire body, then errant photon projections would flare out like a corona. If she's deliberately fed too much energy and doesn't release enough on time she could inadvertantly create a nuclear explosion to harm all around her. The last thing she wants is to be the cause of death of millions of innocents, so she's usually very self concious about not storing too much energy.
------------------------------------< PTSD >------------------------------------
Carol has been kidnapped, captured, had her jet shot down, been experimented on by aliens and has gone through torture several times in her life. Ontop of it all, she is the only person to have had the pleasure of Rogue latching on to them without letting go. She literally had all of her memories, powers, and very life drained out of her. Once her memories were restored, she had no emotional attachment to them, leaving all of her life experience to that point like photographic images of someone else's life. Having no relation, no attachments and no emotions left Carol very lonely and very empty. Her method of coping was alcohol which lead to alcholism, but every now and then she suffers bouts of PTSD as a result. Being strong willed and a fighter, she almost never allows it to happen in the company of overs, but every now and then slip ups may occur.
---------------------------------< Public ID >----------------------------------
While she used the codenames of Ms. Marvel, Binary and Warbird, Carol had always kept her identity secret. But when she decided to undertake the legacy of her mentor, becoming Captain Marvel, she decided to do it with pride. No more masks, no more secret identity. While she still tries to separate her private life from her very public Captain Marvel persona, it makes it all the easier not just for paparazzi and media to bother her, but also for old foes to locate her.
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[[Category:Avengers]]

Captain Marvel (Danvers)

2017-09-21T18:07:12Z

SerraKeto:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Captain Marvel
|Color=#ffd700
|TextColor=#1F75FE
|Char_id=244
|Img=https://i.redd.it/lvo2yow0ztoy.jpg
|FullName=Carol Danvers
|Gender=Female
|Species=Kree-Hybrid
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=DFC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Avenger, Alpha Flight Commander, USAF Colonel, Ret.
|Groups=[[Avengers]], [[Alpha Flight]]
|Quote="Well... First there was nothing, then there was everything... Then the good lord saw fit to bring me into the world to kick the asses of those who need it most. So get ready 'cause this day or the next, it's coming."
|PAge=25
|AAge=33
|DOB=05/10/1991
|Height=180 cm (5'9")
|Weight=56 kg (123 lbs)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Brie Larson
|Song=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9t6IqYtccs
|Profile=A young girl who was told by her father he would not send her to college like her brothers. She was taught her future was in finding a good husband to look after her. She would have none of that. Instead of an everyday housewife, Carol Danvers became one of the most accomplished women in recent memory:

Accepted to the Air Force Academy. Becoming one of the USAF best fighter jet pilots earning the nickname 'Ace'. Becoming a CIA Agent. Becoming NASA Head of Security. Becoming an Freelance Writer and WOMAN Magazine Editor, a Starjammer and eventually an Avenger.

Needless to say, Carol Danvers AKA Captain Marvel, is a steadfast supporter of the feminist cause and making sure women have every opportunity afforded to men. She made a career out of shattering glass ceilings, and there are very few who will not heed her words or underestimate her in a field of combat.
|Abilities=------------------------------< Alien Physiology >------------------------------
As her DNA was altered by the Psyche=Magnitron to Kree-Human hybrid, Carol's physiology isn't human, and as a result she is quite enhanced. Superior strength, stamina, durability, resilience to diseases, ability to survive harsh environments such as the vacuum of space. She is also gifted with the "Seventh Sense" (+abi Carol/Seventh Sense) possessed by Kree women.
-----------------------------< Energy Absorption >------------------------------
Carol is able to absorb a wide array of energy forms, empowering all of her abilities. It's why attacking her with energy based attacks or concussive weapons is a terrible idea. The more she's hit, the stronger and faster she becomes, while her own energy attacks are empowered as well. This ability is a result of the Brood's experimentation on Carol, while she was Binary she could absorb the equivalent of a binary star system. But now the ability is reduced to the still quite impressive point of being capable of absorbing a nuclear explosion. At higher end of energies, Carol's body starts to glow and erupt corona-like energies at random. At about her limit, Carol might be sufficently charged to regain her Binary form temporarily (restricted to plots / staff approval).
-----------------------------< Energy Projection >------------------------------
Carol can project powerful photon blasts, equivalent to peak power repulsor blast from Iron Man. This is another ability that was unlocked by the Brood's experiments. The more energy she absorbs the more powerful the energy she projects can become. She has fine control over this power, able to generate a strobe light effect to incapacitate her foes, heat up food or an entire room, which might be more handy for teammates in day to day life. She can also use the energy to enhance her fists, engufling them in photon concussive energy as she throws her punches.
-----------------------------------< Flight >-----------------------------------
Carol can fly at Mach-3 within the atmosphere, her control of her flight is tremendous, able to turn on a dime even at her top speeds. Her vast experience from the Air Force makes her an expert in aerodynamic and aerial combat, and she often uses this expertise to outmaneuver other less experienced or knowledgable flyers. Outside the atmosphere, with sufficent charge, Carol can reach near C speeds in space travel.
-------------------------------< Healing Factor >-------------------------------
This power is a direct bi-product of her energy absorption power, the more energy she absorbs, the more her metabolism increases, allowing her to quickly regenerate great injuries.
------------------------------< Invulnerability >-------------------------------
Impervious to most weapons and attacks, Carol can take relentless punishment without injury. Bullets bounce off her, blades can shatter against her body, and heavy armaments such as rockets and grenades she can simply absorb to become even stronger, just as she does energy attacks. The best way to attack Carol would be through telepathy, or if a foe was stronger than her, and even than she tends to give as good as she gets.
-----------------------------< Molecular Control >------------------------------
Carol can utilize molecular control to transform her clothes, something that comes in handy when she needs to change to her superhero costume on zero notice. Who needs shopping when you have a bit of molecular control. This action is accompanied by a flash of light.
-------------------------------< Seventh Sense >--------------------------------
Thanks to becoming a Kree-Hybrid, Carol gained the natural ability that all Kree women have, dubbed the Seventh Sense. An ability to precognitively perceive danger before it takes place, similar to Spider-Man's Spider Sense. This ability also enhances the way Carol reads a fight in real time, making her very tacticly efficent.
-------------------------------< Super Agility >--------------------------------
Carol has superhuman agility and reflexes, making her capable to operate at the super speeds she can achieve. She easily evades bullets, and can perform acrobatic feats beyond humans.
--------------------------------< Super Speed >---------------------------------
Carol can move to supersonic speeds, faster than the human eye can follow. While flying she tries to keep to Mach-3 within the atmosphere and only pushes for faster speeds when outer space travel is required. If she manages to tap her Binary form (restricted to plots / staff approval) she can reach faster-than-light speed in cross galaxy travel.
-------------------------------< Super Stamina >--------------------------------
Carol's stamina and drive is ridiculous, capable of fighting for an entire 24 hours period before tiring. She used to push herself to exhaustion before she became a Kree-Hybrid, now she's far more capable and has the will power to find her limits if necessary.
-------------------------------< Super Strength >-------------------------------
Carol has gone many changes over the years, but currently after being exposed to torture by the Brood, and further augmented, she is able to lift up to 75 tons. They had made her stronger than she was before Rogue stole her powers. But even though she exhausted her cosmic powers as Binary, the potential is still there, and under extreme circumstance (restricted to plots / staff approval) she can reach tap that level for brief periods. She can also reach up to 100 tons if hit with powerful energy based attacks (see +abi Carol/Energy Absorption).
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|Skills=---------------------------< Close Quarters Combat >----------------------------
Carol has been extensively trained in CQC, both armed and unarmed. She's further improved by gaining the knowledge and training of an expert Kree warrior from the Psyche-Magnitron incident, granting her skills in Kree and Shi'ar martial arts.
----------------------------------< Firearms >----------------------------------
As her line of duty as USAF Officer and CIA Agent, Carol has undergone extensive training in marksmanship and use of various firearms. Thanks to the Psyche-Magnitron incident, she is also an expert in various alien forms of weaponry.
-------------------------------< Kree Knowledge >-------------------------------
During the Psyche-Magnitron incident, Carol has been imprinted with knowledge and experience taken directly from Mar-Vell, a Captain in the Kree Space Fleet. This left Carol with the knowledge of a Kree Warrior. She knows about their culture, military, language, martial arts, politics and technology.
-----------------------------------< Pilot >------------------------------------
Carol is an ace pilot literally having earned the nickname 'Ace' for her exploits in the USAF. She is also an expert in piloting Kree, Shi'ar and Skrull starships.
----------------------------------< Polygot >-----------------------------------
From her years in spying and intelligence work, Carol is fluent in English, Russian, German and Japanese. She's also conversational in Spanish, French, Arabic and Mandarin. Because of her genetic structure merging with Captain Mar-Vell's during the Psyche-Magnitron incident, she is also fluent in Kree, Shi'ar and conversational in Rajaki.
----------------------------------< Spycraft >----------------------------------
With vast experience in Air Force Intelligence, CIA and NASA, and years in running field operations, Carol has seen and done it all in the field of spycraft. She knows all about subterfuge, stealth, interrogation, infiltration, disguise, and had to personally withstand torture several times in her life.
----------------------------------< Writing >-----------------------------------
Carol loved to read when she was little, and apparently had a natural talent for writing. She has been the author of a best seller, a journalistic freelance writer and even a magazine editor. She has a knack for writing, if she ever choose to step out of the heroing game again.
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|Resources=------------------------------------< CIA >-------------------------------------
Carol also served in the CIA while with USAF Intelligence, she has access to information and contacts that most would not have. If she's in a bind, there are certain agents she can always count on for support. One in particular has saved her twice from captivity.
----------------------------------< Finance >-----------------------------------
Carol has quite a few savings from over the years, and is still getting pension from the USAF and royalties from her books. She can live comfortably despite dedicating her life to superheroism as a member of the Avengers.
------------------------------------< NASA >------------------------------------
While most of her contacts with NASA has been burned thanks to her tell all book, Carol still has a handful of contacts she could use if she ever needed anything from the space agency.
------------------------------------< USAF >------------------------------------
Carol has many years of service with the US Air Force, earning distinction, medals and honors. From fighter pilot, to Intelligence, to Operations, she's been involved in many things within the force and retired as a Colonel. She recieves regular pension for her meritous service, and has many contacts in the USAF. She is often approached for interviews and her take on current affairs with the USAF.
================================================================================
|Weaknesses=---------------------------------< Alcoholism >---------------------------------
Carol has been through unspeakable abuse, torture and harrowing experiences in her life. Being as strong and proud as she was, Carol would not open up to others about her difficulties, weaknesses and suffering. She kept it all locked away inside, keeping the impervious and strong outlook on the outside. But there was only so much she could contain and eventually she took to drowning these hardships with alcohol. While she mostly keeps sober these days, there's always a risk, always a temptations, it's something she can't resist forever. She only tries to contain it to private moments, and avoid public debacles.
-----------------------------------< Dares >------------------------------------
Carol has always been competitive and ambitious to prove others wrong, show she can do whatever she sets her mind to, shatter glass ceilings and be the best that she can be. The problem is that the drive and passion are so strong in her, that when someone speaks the magic words "I dare you..." she often finds it hard to resist rising to the challenge. Stupid as it may sound, it can often lead her into situations she would have avoided with some forethought.
----------------------------------< Enemies >-----------------------------------
Spending years as a successful woman in male dominanted fields, be it the USAF, CIA or NASA had left Carol with quite a few enemies. People who would enjoy crushing her or at least her reputation and those dear to her. Than there are countless of villains who would like revenge on Ms. Marvel. She knows she can expect no mercy if she slips up in her alertness, as she learned from Mystique and her secret weapon, Rogue.
----------------------------------< Overload >----------------------------------
While Carol is always able to absorb more and more energy, at certain levels she can get enough to tap into her Binary potentials. Because of the burnout she's been through while stopping the sun from destroying the Earth, she can't quite handle such power levels like she used to and the energy will eventually start to seep out. At first her eyes and hair will glow, then her entire body, then errant photon projections would flare out like a corona. If she's deliberately fed too much energy and doesn't release enough on time she could inadvertantly create a nuclear explosion to harm all around her. The last thing she wants is to be the cause of death of millions of innocents, so she's usually very self concious about not storing too much energy.
------------------------------------< PTSD >------------------------------------
Carol has been kidnapped, captured, had her jet shot down, been experimented on by aliens and has gone through torture several times in her life. Ontop of it all, she is the only person to have had the pleasure of Rogue latching on to them without letting go. She literally had all of her memories, powers, and very life drained out of her. Once her memories were restored, she had no emotional attachment to them, leaving all of her life experience to that point like photographic images of someone else's life. Having no relation, no attachments and no emotions left Carol very lonely and very empty. Her method of coping was alcohol which lead to alcholism, but every now and then she suffers bouts of PTSD as a result. Being strong willed and a fighter, she almost never allows it to happen in the company of overs, but every now and then slip ups may occur.
---------------------------------< Public ID >----------------------------------
While she used the codenames of Ms. Marvel, Binary and Warbird, Carol had always kept her identity secret. But when she decided to undertake the legacy of her mentor, becoming Captain Marvel, she decided to do it with pride. No more masks, no more secret identity. While she still tries to separate her private life from her very public Captain Marvel persona, it makes it all the easier not just for paparazzi and media to bother her, but also for old foes to locate her.
================================================================================
}}