8254/X-Mission in Canada

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X-Mission in Canada
Date of Scene: 10 July 2019
Location: West Vancouver, Metro Vancouver
Synopsis: The Xmen go on a mission.
Cast of Characters: Iceman, Beast, Nightcrawler, Rogue, Psylocke, Storm, Shadowcat, Cyclops, Dazzler




Iceman has posed:
    The cold winds blow around the nearly invisible jet as the SR-77 begins to descend from the clouds. Scott's piloting is as precise as ever, even the turbulance seems to respect the Cyclops. The flight took nearly four hours, so each member on board was given adequate and full information on the situation across the new world.

    In the city of Vancouver, there was local news filtering out of the city slowly as news stations were getting the news. There is a hostage situation at one of the city's major sky scrapers, downtown has been as blocked off as quarantined as possible during this event. City police and everyone trained for such a situation has been sent to try and defuse the situation as best as possible.

    The X-men have been able to piece meal the picture a bit more clearly than the average citizen. There's a mutant group in the building. Tactically geared and armed to the teeth holding citizens and security as well as employees of the bank/building hostage. No weapons have been fired except a few small arms rounds when the crew entered the building. A lone car was found in the alley that is assumed to be part of the crews plan with no one going near it for fear it could be a bomb. The known count of criminals is five and this news is going out across the police lines, secured communications and no one is really able to get into touch with the leader or any member of the crew.

    Bobby sits in his chair, hands holding onto the harness at his chest as he waits for the go ahead to move out and what to do with this info. Scott's the leader, Iceman waits for his orders.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy is suited up for this, which is important becuase that means he won't risk losing another nice tie to a villain. The purple man in the X-adorned wrestling singlet sits in the back, glasses on, reading a tablet.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Hostages, that likely means Kurt will be called for extraction - may not be the 'glorious' job in the bunch, but it's important. Head bobbing, the Bavarian is curled up in one of the jump seats that he can get his tail through, five point harness in place, humming... well it sounds like Ah-Ha...
    "So needless to say.... m'odds and odds... but that's me. I'm stumblin' away..." he trails off, eyes closed. Yes he apparently has Ah-Ha stuck in his head...

Rogue has posed:
Rogue spent the four hour flight in the back of the jet, laying on one of the benches with her yellow booted legs up most of the time, she was lounging on her back in her uniform with a tablet computer and was surfing the internet while they flew. "Hah." "Oh..." "Pssssh.." "Whatevers." These sorts of statements would periodically come from the 20 year old southern belle as she was reacting to who knows what on the tablet computer's display screen.

Eventually though, as they'd come to land, Rogue would sit up onto her side and lay the tablet off to the edge of the bench. Propping her head up in her right hand she smiles. "We finally there yet?" She asks.

For now, the Belle waits like this for the others to file about-or off of the jet-waiting for more orders on what it is she should be doing for this crisis, what she's gathered is that it sounds pretty serious... so she's eager to smash some badguys just as they deserve.

Psylocke has posed:
Betsy Braddock isn't here right now. Well, she is, but rather she's set aside her usual good-natured demeanor for the sake of becoming something decidedly more effective on a mission. Psylocke. Her hands are folded over her lap, her eyes are fixated on a point in the middle distance and her face is set in a stern but impassive mask.

After a second, her violet eyes flick over to Hank and his purple fur. She looks at him for a long moment with some side-eye before turning her head fully to face him. Her expression still blank as she gives him a long, slow up and down look.

"Purple is my thing, Henry."

Storm has posed:
Ororo's knitting. Peacefully. She brought a little bundle of yarn, tucked into a canvas bag that looks like it came from an organic food store out of business for a decade. One leg's crossed over the other; she's in a black bodysuit with gold trim, with a mandarin collar. Her cape's pooled to one side of her chair.

Knitting needles clack with a steady rhythm. Somehere over Quebec, it started to take shape as a nice baclava for someone for christmas, black and silver in color.

She hums quietly. Her hair's pulled back to a high bun at the back of her head, straightened and constrained by a single elastic band. From there it pools across her shoulders.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty has been tapping away on a computer console in the Blackbird for most of the flight. Gathering the latest information on the situation, tapping into the police communications and searching for any web feeds that might help give a view of the situation.

As the plane draws nearer she sets up a few automated alerts to forward information to the portable device of her own creation which goes into a pocket in her Shadowcat uniform. She reaches up to stroke the head of the extra-terrestrial dragon riding along on her shoulder. "Probably going to be hostage rescuing for us," she tells Lockheed. His tail swishes back and forth, not showing any signs whether this is good news or bad, or really even if he understood her. He just seems content to perch there.

Kitty glances over to Psylocke and grins. "Hey now. It's your thing," she says, motioning to Psylocke and Lockheed. "Though I think it's a great color Hank," Kitty says, her lips quirking to try to keep from grinning to broadly.

Cyclops has posed:
"Priority 1 is the hostages. We need to locate them, assess numbers and identify our suspects," Scott says as they descend. "Assume the rooftop is booby trapped against police entry."

"Kurt, we will get you some high res optics through a window in one of the middle stories so you can bring the team in. After that, secure the floor and get Kitty a dataline. With any luck she can get into the building security system."

"Assume lethal intent. These people did not come here to talk. If we can secure them to interrogate, fine, but priorities are your safety and the hostages. Besty," Scott says, deliberately mangling her name as he usually does. "Once we have visuals from Kitty, we can look at assault planning."

"Pair up and assume they have a psychic. Watch each other. Questions?"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy shuts off his tablet, putting it into the pocket in front of him. He rises, and carefully walks barefoot upthe aisle. "If we're pairing up, and purple is your thing, then Betsy, by all means we should pair up. And I do apologize, but I didn't have the heart to tell the boy to change me back while we evacuated him."

Psylocke has posed:
Psylocke glances back towards Kitty, her brow furrowing as she congratulates Hank on his new 'do. Unacceptable. The suggestion of colour-coordination prompts a sigh and a shake of her head: "I'm certain Scott's tactical analysis doesn't rely on colour coding us." When the field commander calls her 'Besty', however, her eyes roll ever so slightly before she mutters under her breath 'but I could be wrong.'

She turns her full attention, listening as the orders are given and the plans start to lay out. She stretches her arms over her head languidly, a flicker of violet butterfly wings framing her face as she reaches out to do a little telepathic reconnaissance into the bank. No deep dives, just flitting from mind to mind in search of any prominent surface thoughts worth mention.

Storm has posed:
"Perhaps we should start keeping track of color schemes," Ororo says. Her knitting's put carefully aside and stowed under the seat for safekeeping.

When she sits up, her eyes are already filming over.

A dense stormcloud roils in from over the ocean, heavy with saline-scented rain. Lightning crackle ominously. It's high enough up not to cause a major climate depression. For the moment.

Fog crawls up the streets, fast and dense. It cordons off a few blocks around their objective. No rapid responses or police presence. "Check your communicators are working," Ororo orders the others. "The EM field is charging; phones and radios are suppressed, and shall be until we are prepared to withdraw. They will be your only lifeline." She looks to Betsy, tilts her head. "Betsy, if you'd please link us in?" she prompts the assassin politely.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Only need to get me within view of the floor you want, I can stick to the window and go from there if you want to keep on a flyby." Kurt notes, "Just tell me if we're buzzing port or starboard, ja?" he looks next to Rogue and then to Storm briefly as he taps his ear-bud.
    "Comm-check..." speaking below a whisper to check his sub-vocal recorders as well, waiting to know what windows he'll need to look through.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde pulls up the blueprints of the building that are on file with the city, shaking her head and murmuring something about, "subpar municipal firewalls" and "I thought better of you, Vancouver." She zooms in on a few sections trying to figure out where the best places to get access to the building's security is, assuming the control room itself is either in the hands of the hostage takers, or the police.

Kitty glances up and says, "15th floor, west side. Nice spacious conference room with windows it looks like. Should be a good destination for Kurt."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue watches the others walking past her toward the exit of the ship whilst she just lounges there on her side. Eventually she comes to stand up and join the others, looking from one of them to the other. "Sulphur smells are my favorite way to start a mission off." She says, giving Kurt a little playful grin before she raises her yellow gloved hands and holds onto her leather bomber jacket by the lapels, her booted feet standing apart from one another now as she looks about and waits for the go-ahead.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy chuckles at being rebuffed by Betsy, but takes a seat nearby her anyway. Sitting up though, ready to move at a moment's notice. Ready to pair with ANYONE. "I do hope I don't get another surprise color change this time."

Iceman has posed:
    Below the X-men at the base level and around, the police scanners start to get a little chittery and even the news crews that are reporting on the event start to question the sudden appearance of the thunder heads off the coast and the fog that rises up like a fall wind has overtaken the city in the middle of July.

    The mutants below start to get antsy, radio's are contacted and on frequencies the x-men and police have yet to discover and tap into. The crimals continue their job, Betsy could tell from the minds that can see the criminals that they're in the safe and opening safe deposit boxes with a powerful torch and some metal claws device. Like a stolen pair of jaws of life.

Cyclops has posed:
"Cyclops comms check," he says.

"Leave the jet in stationary hover in the cloud cover. Betsy, brief us on these guys' plans once we're in. Rogue, you're with me. Kurt? Let's do this."

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler has been preparing. Meaning...she has had headphones on the /entire/ way. Blasting music, absorbing sound. She's nearly at capacity, already. But every little bit helps. Her midnight blue jumpsuit clings to her form, bearing a gold starburst on the chest. As orders begin to trickle down, she's taken off the headphones, and she's listening. Not speaking. Not yet. Even orders carry sound, after all, and her voice does her no good whatsoever.

Her gaze flits from one face to the next around her, and her expression is all business. Even if she seems to have....what is that, the Grateful Dead? "Friend of the Devil." Still blaring through the headphones around her neck.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Drawing a small bag from his belt, Kurt dangles it back and forth. "Nose plugs anyone?" looking a little abashed despite Rogue's joke. Dazzler's choice of music raises a brow and perks pointed ears, but he chuckles and looks back for whatever information he can give them. "Kitty can you phase us when we go, lighten the load if I'm bringing everyone in?"

Psylocke has posed:
As though on cue when Kurt checks the comms, Psylocke's voice filters into the mind of each member of the team in unison. A series of temporary telepathic links are formed between her and the rest of them, allowing her to serve as a hub for communication without the need to speak at all.

<Whoever's behind all this was expecting a higher quality of resistance,> she explains telepathically, all the while still and silent in her chair save for the slow-motion fluttering of butterfly wings formed from psionic energy around her head, <Mental shields in place. I could potentially break through them, but they'd know and it would take some doing.>

A pause, then she adds: <Please keep your surface thoughts clean while using the telepathic link. Thank you.>

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty nods towards Kurt. "Sure, I should be able to help with that," she tells him. She'll get people to gather round and touch her. Those that do are phased so that they are essentially weightless to the normal world. But she has the control to leave part of herself unphased, a hand that takes hold of Kurt so he can be in contact to teleport them inside as a group.

When everyone that is ready to come in that fashion is set, Kitty nods to Kurt. "Let's do it," she says. BAMF! Soon everyone is standing on a conference room table. Beautiful oak, nicely polished. There's a water pitcher there that Kitty knocks over as she phases herself back in, and then everyone else. "Aw, nuts," she says, shaking a wet foot out. "Ok, will try to tap into the security," she says, hopping off the table and getting to work.

Storm has posed:
Ororo joins the linking chain. Her eyes are gone milk white, lacking iris or pupil. The wind whips around her lovingly, like a familiar old blanket; Ororo's relying on the others to guard and guide her as they move on while she wrestles bitter Norwestern weather patterns to her will.

Air starts to thicken around her, becoming something unfathomably hard. < They'll be upset with the turn in the weather, but I have command of it. I will deter police and military responders; I can only slow a ground approach for so long before their suspicion grows. If the alarm sounds, I can buy us perhaps twenty or thirty minutes before a sincere call for aid goes out. > Inside the building, the air's a little higher pressure but at least the ozone scent of the EM field outdoors is suppressed.

Rogue has posed:
Once they teleport, Rogue looks to Cyclops when he calls her out as being with him so she gives a soft nod and moves to join the man. On the way she gives a light grin to Dazzler, picking up on a bit of the tunes coming from her headphones as she goes by. "NIce." She comments quietly before moving on toward the Summerseses Leader.

"Whaddya wanna do? Make a distraction? Have me smash somethin'?" She asks. "I'm ready to smash somethin'." She seems potentially overly eager for such actions.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy rubs his nose, breathing deeply, the sulfur hitting him harder than most. Shaking his head, blowing his lips out. Then he quirks, and cups his mouth, talking very quietly as it hels him direct his thoughts to the group. Call him old. "I smell and hear someone. The smell is sweat. The sound is someone banging on a keyboard. Might be nervous. Might be two different people. Be smart."

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler is on alert on the perimeter of the group, looking in the direction of a...wall. "Hank's right, there's someone...that direction...I hear it, too. Frantic. I don't know if it's one of them, or one trying to hinder them, though." She turns finally to face the others, and Hank, as he's on a scent that she...probably thankfully...cannot smell.

Cyclops has posed:
"We'll get to the smashing. Let Betsy and Kitty get a fix on the bad guys then we can move in. There are only five, we might be able to let Betsy and Kurt clear them out or bring them up here for us to deal with. Let's clear the floor," Scott says. Then he moves out with Rogue to do just that.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Feeling the mental link, Kurt clamps down hard when so many connect to his. The focus on teleporting helps, and then praying for the hostages and his friends. Barely the surface of him is made available and even that is only enough to receive information and speak only when he must.
    There's a true flare of gratitude for Kitty as her phasing keeps the exhaustion of traveling with so many away, and in a moment he is up on the ceiling, letting the shadows gather about him.
    "Blind side blitz ready to go, Scott." he murmurs

Iceman has posed:
    The air is suddenly thick in and around the building. Ororo is making her persence known even if she's still an unknown factor to the crooks and cops. The hostages cough and try to cover their noses but the militants order them to be still or lives will start to be lost. They are not afraid of killing hostages. These guys are WELL thought out. They have everything planned so far.

    Fifteen floors up, the X-men have entered the building in perfect secrecy other than the subtle BAMF and quick stench that disperses quickly from the teleportation. A quick search by the team would find that the floor, and the building itself has been evacuated safely. Seems the crooks wanted only the people on the bottom floor as hostages.

    To what Beast and Dazzler say, Betsy finds no trace of any other spare minds up in the building around, or above them, only the mass gathered fifteen floors below.

Psylocke has posed:
<What are our rules of engagement here, Scott?> Psylocke asks over the telepathic link, still seated on the jet and entirely still. The dim running lights and the flicker of psionic energy about her giving an ethereal look.

<I can't get a look at their minds without pushing hard enough for them to notice,> she repeats, <I'm showing you the most panicked hostages, though. That may allow us to get an idea of where the hostiles are by proxy.>

She focuses herself a little more, zeroing in on the empty space she believes one of the shielded minds to be: <Give me the go ahead and I'll break in. I can break this barrier.>

The telepath believes she can break it at any rate, and her surface thoughts show consideration that she might well cause some uncomfortable mental damage to one of the hostage takers were she to try it. These same thoughts filter out to the rest of the team, alarmingly coupled with very little concern for potentially frying a brain.

<If not, I can assist Kurt but the link will go down.>

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty searches for wifi, setting her tools to hack in to any found, while she also checks for wired connections. If she finds one she plugs an adapter into it so she can connect to it wirelessly.

Her thoughts go out to the team over the psychic link. <I noticed the layout is a little off from the blueprints. I didn't think much of it, but if you're hearing a typist but not finding them, let me see if maybe the changes made room for some hidden space up here.>

She glances around, getting an idea for some laser scanning probes that would be really handy right now to map exactly the actual building layout. Something to add to the list. Could probably build it at Stark even, Tony would probably like to have it. She does her best with what she has though, gauging distances and making an overlay to the blueprint. <Going to take me a bit,> she thinks to the group.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott holds up a hand to stop Rogue after they clear the floor.

<Floor clear. Hold on assault until we find this mystery person. Clear above the ceiling tiles and in the elevator shaft. Betsy and Kurt, is it feasible to bring all five up here for ambush?>

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is walking along with Cyclops and letting her eyes scan about the floor that they are clearing. She keeps her gloved hands in her pockets and is just also listening to the psychic chatter that is filling her brain with the voices of her friends and teammates, she mimes whistling a soft little tune as they walk and scan, but she's not dumb enough to actually whistle... yet.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy keeps himself in the vicinity of his battle buddy Betsy, but he is still concerned about this person he hears. Looking around, listening, going at different angles. And sniffing. Trying to pick up any additional clue of what he's hearing. Is it at all above a little? Below?

Nightcrawler has posed:
?<"As long as I can touch them and move with them, it's not impossible Scott."> Kurt responds <"If Betsy thinks it can, I shall do it."> Kurt remains on the ceiling for now, waiting, enjoying what gravity does to his hair... I mean, look, he looks adorable.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy rubs his mouth and mutters "Cyclops. Permission to bust open a wall? I've got to check something. I'm hearing it, but we're not seeing anything. That doesn't leave many alternatives."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde looks up from her computer as she hears Hank's comment. <Want me to just phase you through it?> she asks, rising from where she'd taken a seat at the conference room table. Kitty heads over to Beast, and if Scott is good with that plan, is available to phase herself and Beast so they can stick their heads through the wall to see inside, and pass through fully if Hank wishes. She'll follow his lead if so, phasing him and letting him go when he wishes.

Dazzler has posed:
<Perhaps I could be of some assistance - I could laser through a wall pretty quietly, and get you guys into wherever you need to go. Just let me know, I'll be standing by till I'm needed for somethin'.> Dazzler sends the thought into the aether, hoping it gets to wherever it needs to go. It's one of the few times when she doesn't think that making loud noises probably isn't the best plan.

Storm has posed:
"Quiet, a moment," Ororo begs the others. "I... sense." Her eyes narrow and her head pans, following the direction of Hank's pricked ears. They triangulate it between them and she moves in a half circle, examining it. "There is someone behind this wall. It's cold. Very cold," she adds, fingers flexing to it.

She looks at the offers of help. "Dazzler, take Hank. Kitty, stay focused on the computer," she advises the younger X-woman. "We need to own as much of the cyberspace as possible."

She opens a window a crack after making sure it's not alarmed. It'll help with the smell, /and/ offer a fast escape if needed.

Cyclops has posed:
<Do what you need to, Beast. We're not secure here. Betsy, if the targets move on the hostages fry them. Lethal force if needed. I'd prefer getting these guys to talk>

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy nods "Understood Cy." At that, he looks to Dazzler, as he walks right up to the relevant wall, and taps it. "Go for it. You can do a cleaner job. I'll back you up."

Psylocke has posed:
<If they can fit in a shadow,> Psylocke explains to the group at large, <I can bring them with me. I could try redirecting them to the roof but with mental shielding mind control might be rather hit and miss. We could end up with some lobotomized hostage takers.>

All very matter of fact. Betsy doesn't seem to worry. The telepathic link is still up as she finally raises from her jump seat on the Blackbird, moving towards the dimly lit rear of the jet. The shadows embrace her for a moment and she emerges in the vault, still remaining within the shadow that seems to envelope her and grow thicker to mask her presence. The telepathic link returns after a moment.

<I have my eyes on one,> she informs, staring at the hostage-taker in the vault from her hidden vantage point, <Ready when you are, Kurt.>

Dazzler has posed:
"Speaking of backing up..." Dazzler does so, to give her adequate room. She extends a hand toward the wall and tilts her head. A violet laser, pinpoint, shoots out straight, and with the movement of her hand, Daz gives form to the hole she's cutting. Back far enough to one side that she isn't going to slice a programmer in half. A quick glance to Hank, and she begins to cut the hole a little wider and taller - finally leaving a vaguely Beast-shaped hole that is smouldering lightly, but extinguishes just as quickly. "After you, Purple Stuff," she quips with a wink at Hank.

Iceman has posed:
    At the tap of the wall, the person inside starts to panic. The five gunmen down stairs react even. Hostages start to scream as all the gunmen stop what they're doing and move back towards the grouping of the hostages and they level their guns towards the innocents. Betsy feels the fear coming off them as they are bombarded with questions as though they were cattle.

    Then she's down there with them and there's five gunmen with black gear and at least three guns each on their person. The heavier guns are aimed directly at the crowds as they prepare to start shooting and a final demand is issued. "WHO'S HERE?!" As if they expect someone in the crowd to know.

    The wall starts to cook and within the room the person begins to panic as they begin to type faster and faster, but their accuracy isn't being helped by the stress. SOMEONE'S GETTING IN! Goes across their comms and before the wall is lasered further, the hacker is gone, a skittering and whooshing sound as the person moves down through where the floor WOULD be.

    Looking inside the room it's a long metallic shaft with what appear to be servers on one side and a rigged monitor rigged into the servers at this floor and a membrane keyboard left hanging from the port. Whoever was working here went down and in a hurry.

Cyclops has posed:
<Damn. Beast, Daz, get that guy. Nightcrawler, get the rest of us in to back up Psylocke. Engage the targets on sight, watch for deadman switches and explosives.>

"I told you there would be smashing," Scott says dryly to Rogue.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy looks back at Betsy. He did say he'd look out for her, but she did say she can handle it. so... "Geronomo!" he calls out, before jumping right in after the phantom typist.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison is enveloped by an aura of light that extends to Beast, just before he jumps. She goes in directly after him, using her power to slow their descent to a feather's fall. A feather with a rock tied to the bottom of it anyway. At least it's enough to keep them from crashing into a pile as they hit the bottom of the shaft.

Psylocke has posed:
<They're starting to panic,> comes Psylocke's indifferent voice over the mental link, <I still can't read them but the hostages are panicking. Hostiles are dangerous. Kurt, if you have them I have the hostile in the Vault. Let's see if we can't confuse them a touch.>

The blessing to go lethal if need be prompts a slight nod to herself and Betsy reaches out. Her telepathic touch is less a scalpel than a sledgehammer, and she flings it with full force at the hostage taker in the vault. Her goal not to influence his mind or create an illusion, but to reach in telepathically and grab him by the cortex to work him like a puppet. She throws all her telepathic heft behind it, seeking to bash through the mental shield in one brutal motion.

Should she break through, she speaks through him. Her words, his voice into the comms in an impassive monotone: "False alarm."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Nodding and dropping to the floor. "Everyone grab some German then..." Kurt takes a breath, and looks about. "Kitty, are you phasing us again, or too busy?" no malice or sarcasm. Once all are ready, he goes to his work once again.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde tells Storm, before the wall is cut through, "There aren't any computers, all of the wireless went dead." But then there's the laser and the wall and the guy disappearing down the hole. "Or maybe there is a computer," Kitty says, moving over towards it, probably intending to check out what the person was up to.

But then the orders change and Shadowcat nods to Kurt, moving over to grab him with one hand and then motion to everyone else. "Make sure we're clear of obstacles before you let go of me. Don't want to phase into the middle of a desk or something," she says. When they teleport in, she'll keep people phased until sure their bodies are cleared of any obstructions.

Iceman has posed:
    Before the bottom of the shaft the two x-men are caught by a simple and yet thick and strong, spiders web? The strands are incredibly tough but stretchy enough that them landing on the web wasn't enough to walk through it. It held on and held on very well to their sudden weight. From their sticky spot a face appears looking up at them. "Sorry you two. I don't want to fight you or anything. You'd beat me up. But ... I gotta go." Says the voice of a young, maybe teenage girl, amber eyes looking up at Beast and Dazzler, pleading for forgivness before she disappears and that skittering sound as she leaves.

    "False alarm?" The lead guy says, turning towards the vault drone. "Oh shit. ... We're completely compromised." A second guy says the four huddled close together as they watch their partner that was in charge of working the vault act erratically and suspiciously for a criminal.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Even with the phasing, Nightcrawler's spatial awareness, his means of knowing if he's going to reappear in furniture or a wall is strong, "Be ready everyone, deep breath!" and as the other two meet with webbing, Kurt focuses and teleports the others with a massive cloud of brimstone smoke and a much louder BAMF! for the volume of people being carried, bringing all touching him to the floor shown to him by Betsy's link.