The city is a powder keg primed to explode. Tensions at a breaking point with Kick still flooding the streets and the person to blame cannot hide forever. Pro-Mutant rallies are met by Anti-Mutant violence.
And far away from the city, an evil is waking up, ready to devour mutant and human alike.
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Posted: Jan 8 2018, 05:36 PM
So Nona did have some fighting spirit, but those fingernails -- long as they were -- still weren’t much of a weapon. As long as Kitty could keep the woman away from her eyes, which the blade in her hand soundly managed, the scratches at her face were superficial at best. Her cries for backup were equally pointless, but the X-Man decided to let her come to that realization on her own. “You ready for this?” she asked through her cocky smirk as Jonah took his dive.
Unfortunately, it was Kitty who was in for a surprise. He shouldn’t have been able to hit her with her powers active, but suddenly 180lbs. of California muscle barreled her sideways. He’d officially caught her off guard, and try as she might, the girl just couldn’t phase free. That meant he got a few good blows in before she broke his hold the old-fashioned way and scrambled after her knife. A quick test of the nearest solid object confirmed it wouldn’t be as easy to escape his effect. But as soon as she turned to face him, everything changed.
Kitty burst out laughing.
“Wait. This guy?” she cackled. “He’s your savior?! I mean, I’ll admit: that was a good trick. But come on!” Kitty had spent plenty of time studying the footage from Harry’s, enough to know one important thing about her opponent. “He got his ass kicked by DOUG!!”
It wasn’t hard to see why. Even without Doug’s powers, she still spoke the language. Jonah telegraphed his moves with neon lights. If not for the fact that he’d hampered her powers, Kitty would have ignored him entirely and switched back to Nona. Best not to risk his powers screwing with any of the kids, though; fortunately, Kitty didn’t need her own to screw with him.
“Oh! Speaking of Doug, you’ll be happy to know he’s doing fine,” Kitty teased. “Made a complete recovery, in fact! Not so much as a scar from that gunshot wound. But how ‘bout you?” A brow raised high as she considered Jonah’s own injuries from that night. “How’s your leg?”
At the man’s very next move, Shadowcat quit playing defense. With his height and transparency, she easily ducked beneath the throw and instead targeted the same knee Doug had attacked. With a quick flick of her wrist, that knife plunged deep into the flesh behind it before twisting its way back out. Without skipping a beat, the girl let her momentum carry her around to the side. Just in case that wound wasn’t enough to bring him to his knees already, her low crouch offered plenty of leverage for her heavy boot to smash it sideways, too.
Given how quickly Jonah had dropped in that last fight, he was her her primary focus no longer. Instead, she continued effortlessly to her feet and began her march back toward Kerr’s mother. Her blade flicked around once more, letting the high bitch in charge get a good long look at the freshly-bloodied business end.
“Now,” Kitty demanded, “I don’t think you actually answered my question...”
[Arsenic, Backup, Wolverine, Mistral, Honeybear, Gentle, Cypher, Mercury]
Posted: Jan 9 2018, 03:41 AM
There was always a bit of weirdness when Old Lace and Gert were separated, while the dinosaur obediently followed Nez there was only so much Gert could do as she tried to focus on what was going on inside. It was all so muted, the disorientated feelings of the men inside of the building were so far away. Gert strained as she tried to focus on the emotions from Old Lace, searching for something that she didn't know if she'd be able to find. Kerr had been one of Gert's people, one of the steady people whose emotions were generally stable. To the empath Kerr had always felt like California sunshine, her bubbly personality and the general sweetness she exuded was something that always stuck out.
Inside the building Old Lace stayed close to Gentle, snapping at anyoen who came to close to his back. The pure instinct that Old Lace seemed to run on knew that Nez belonged to her, and the scaled creature was sure as shit not going to let some tweaker take him away. So when Nezhno spoke, telling the beast to ask where her friend was she did just that...
Or she would have if the rail thin man had not raised his hand against Nez as soon as he turned to fight, Lacey struck with a full set of sharp teeth. The dinosaur's mouth closed around one skinny forearm and jerked her head side to side the way a crocodile would. The result was disgusting, almost like peeling the skin from a piece of chicken ready to be cooked, Old Lace was ruthless. Her body twisted, claws raking deep gouges anywhere that she found purchase as she brought the man to the ground. A comparatively massive foot stomped down onto the man, pinning him into place as Lace did the one thing she'd been asked to do. The screech that she let out was a vile noise if there were anyone in the house still managing to sleep through the fighting they wouldn't sleep through this.
This was a pure terror, unadulterated fear that ripped out of the dinosaurs' throat and blanketed the group of men that were coming her way. Her screech was filled with the soul-shaking fear of being left for dead in a dirty parking lot, the dread that they all carried in the back of their mind that there was a sliver of a chance that they might not get Kerr back, the sheer sorrow that came with losing every single loved one.
When the dino stood back up, the frail drug-addled man she stepped away from just clutched his ruined arm to his chest, tears streaming down his face as he backpedaled. That left the bundle of scales to waddle off after Nez, stepping over the bodies that had been left in the wake of the others like Honeybear and Mercury. Sadly the next thug who approached the new mutants inside of the building couldn't answer if asked where Kerr was because as soon as he had raised one weapon filled hand, Old Lace had introduced her teeth into his windpipe.
Outside in the van, Gert was a bit distant, she was aware that Doug was talking to her, but her full focus was not on him. Instead, a small part of her mind was trying to process the delayed and muted reactions that she was feeling. Trust from Nez because he'd shown faith that Old Lace would watch his back, determination from the other members of their team, and most importantly fear. They were scaring the bikers which seemed like the biggest bowl of payback that Gert could think of. Granted there were people kicking asses and taking names, a man disemboweling his foes, a girl busting in skulls and unable to be shot, then there was a terrifying dinosaur with blood down her chin and teeth made to tear out essential parts.
Yet once someone spoke to Doug all of her attention was fully on the boy that had quickly become one of her people, even without Old Lace nearby it was easy for Gert to see how uncomfortable he was. "Doug." His name was a whisper but not a warning, she'd stand behind Doug for whatever he chose to do. With eyes that were wide behind her glasses, she watched the once meek linguist as he stepped out of the vehicle. For the first few moments, she was only a passive observer, watching as Doug triumphed over James.
While Gert didn't honestly believe that Doug would kill James (nor would she have wanted him to), there was information that they needed more then Doug needed to get even. So she exited the vehicle too, taking the few steps until she was at Cypher's side, "Wait." Her fingers were cool against the wrist of Doug's gun hand as she gently touched him, shifting his aim so that he was pointed more towards James' groin because if they were going to disintegrate him, they might as well take him out dick first to add that extra insult to it. "If you tell me where they are keeping Kerr, I'll let you go. You can pretend that you never got home in time for this massacre and you can go about your business. If not, well I'll let him play with his new toy."
There, that was the first time that Gert had ever tried to be diplomatic, but hopefully, they'd get the info that they needed out of James so they could let the team know where Kerr was.
Backup, Shadowcat, Wolverine
Posted: Jan 10 2018, 04:32 PM
Nona had grown up in a loving family. They hadn’t had much but they hadn’t gone without, either, and until the day she walked out and never went back, she’d been cherished. Disappointment had made her mean, time had made her ruthless, experience had made her smart. And life had made her one rough bitch more than willing to deal with an unprovoked attack on her home. That it had come at such an ungodly hour was so classless and inconvenient that it had to be DEA. Thankfully anything that might have gotten them into trouble had already been snorted, smoked, or injected the night before.
But Nona was certain that law enforcement had to declare themselves as such, and no agency in the world allowed skinny little twinks, like the one who had just so rudely ripped her out of bed, in their employ. Whatever this was, it wasn’t a raid, so proven when the hairy little man on the ground floor started literally spilling guts onto the hardwood.
Mutants. These were mutants. She had called for Jonah to do the only thing he was good for. Nona’s intention was to have the nullifier simply stand nearby. Jonah turned whatever genetic marvel was keeping the dark haired, knife wielding little bitch impossible to repeatedly face slam into the floor until brain matter splattered off entirely... Unless he was hobbled and left bleeding. What good was that boy?
“You’re here for Kerr.” Nona had gotten back to her feet while Kitty beat Jonah like the little bitch he was and was giving the vicious little ninja a smirk. Large brown eyes surveyed the knife in Kitty’s hand with mild disinterest. “Yes... You were in the city during the meteor strike. I don’t recognize any of your other friends. That’s a dinosaur.” Really, what sort of people had her youngest daughter befriended out there on the East Coast? “You can all just settle the fuck down. Kerr isn’t even here.”
Sweeping her arms in a gesture that plainly said, ‘see?’ Nona couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the mess happening on her first floor. She would have to contract out for a cleaner to get that much blood up and they cost a fortune. “You’re a bit of an idiot, aren’t you?” Nona asked conversationally as the sound of gunfire and screams continued to echo from below. Police would be all over this place and fast with that much racket. No skin off her nose, she and what was left of hers would be long gone by that point. “You get in a fight and the blinders slide into place, right? You’re so focused on yelling at the mean lady upstairs, pull her out of bed, hold a knife to her throat. Get her to tell you where Kerr’s body is so you can be the hero. Am I right?”
Nona shook her head and brushed her glossy blonde tresses back. She was standing there in pajamas she thought probably cost more than Kitty’s entire education thus far. “Did you not notice I wasn’t in bed all alone?”
A large hand suddenly grabbed a healthy chunk of Kitty’s hair and simply threw her over the railing and down into the mess below. The other hand had Jonah by the scruff of his neck, dragging him along like some sort of mewling, cumbersome nullifying club. Kerr’s Stepfather gave his wife a stern look. “I told you that little bitch was more trouble than she was worth.” No piece of ass was worth dying over.
“Is that a dinosaur? Fuck your kid, we should have taken THAT.”
Wolverine Cypher Arsenic Gentle Honeybear Mistral Mercury
Posted: Jan 11 2018, 12:59 AM
Normally Nona would have had an excellent point about gunshots calling the cops. But there was an issue with that.
Namely that Wolverine had staked the place out. Made contingency plans. And had dealt with the most obvious problems.
Which last night also involved finding the cell phone towers that covered the area. And setting some timed sabotage to coincide with the hour of attack. Thus creating a few miles with zero cell phone coverage to contact law enforcement.
Wouldn't be perfect. But it would add to area confusion and would direct most law enforcement to said areas and areas that might be prone to a terrorist attack. The odds of a house of ill repute, even a higher end one, ranking high on that list of priorities was pretty low.
So as the kids proceeded to kick some ass and Shadowcat was hurled off a balcony, Logan knelt and picked up a Glock 19. Performing a quick press check to make sure it was loaded, he looked up as some dumb fucker remarked that they should have taken the dinosaur.
Given the power nullifier, Logan didn't plan on wandering up and risking a bullet.
So he raised the pistol, and put a quick double tap through the skull of Kerr's stepfather before sending one at both the power nullifier and Nona's left kneecap. Seeing grey matter explode from the first two targets, Logan grunted as Nona showed keen survival instincts and started moving where his shot missed by a half inch or so. But considering he wanted her alive to answer questions, there wasn't a need to fire again as the main goal was to force her away from the power nullification.
Considering he'd spent more time on a firing range in training and in actual combat with firearms than the workers at this place had spent on knees and back combined, it shouldn't shock anyone that Wolverine knew guns when he had to use them.
Hearing a few more running around, Logan tucked the firearm in a jacket pocket, not worried about fingerprints on the brass as he hadn't loaded it. Sniffing the air and detecting the smell of Kerr, he couldn't pinpoint exactly where she was. Finish the riffraff. Question the asshole bitch, Logan thought.
So as a few more of her thugs started running in, Logan charged forward and intercepted two, with claws ripping out a femoral of one and slamming through the hand and then skull of the second.
The main work was in avoiding the blood spray on Logan's part, and on seeing his handiwork some of the rest were avoiding the Canadian like the plague. Nona might pay, but not enough to die for.
Gentle Honeybear Arsenic Shadowcat Mercury Mistral
Posted: Jan 14 2018, 02:15 PM
With Mercury's metallic shielding and Gentle's status as a human wrecking ball made of punches, Ash was free to keep his distance from the fight. He couldn't help but draw a reference to the former's power, though. "Yo, red, can you shoot lightning too? Friggin' cool!" Sure, Alex Mack was a kids' show, but it was a fun one. And the whole superpowers thing hit home for him.
As he went about the area, he began scavenging about the area for any bottles of alcohol not completely drained, so he could have some ammunition for his healing when it inevitably became necessary. He'd just found a half-empty bottle of Jack, however, when he saw Kitty get an involuntary flying lesson. "Oshii-- I gotcha!" Ash said, before moving into position and catching the falling Shadowcat. Given she weighed approximately 1/3 of a Honeybear, it wasn't too much of a shock. "I thought yer power was phasin', not flyin'." He added, before setting her down on the floor. He poured out some of the booze into his hand, converting it to healing before applying it to one of the open spots on Kitty's arm. Soon the mild injuries she'd taken in the fight above would be healed. "There ya go. Find Kerr yet?"
"Fuck you muties!"
Ash practically pushed Kitty aside, as one of the last few bikers came up behind her with a chair, taking the majority of the impact on his arms with a quick block. It hurt like all hell, but at this point all it was doing was adding adrenaline. Ash took a step in and tackled the man off his feet, before basically dropping him through a table with a running spinebuster. Once the giant teen got back up, he practically did a little victory jump while standing over the downed man and shouting down at him. "What? What was that?! Fuck YOU, bruh!!" He gave the man one more solid kick in the ribs for good measure.
Posted: Jan 14 2018, 04:47 PM
The meteor strike.
If Nona had studied that footage enough to recognize Kitty, she clearly would have seen Kerr. Is that what had brought them out to New York? Had she then also realized this was the X-Men invading her home? Either way, those were worries for later. Right now, they needed to find Kerr.
Except right now, Kitty was also being hurled from the balcony. Well shit. The man in Nona’s bed had actually not escaped her notice; he simply hadn’t mattered while her powers were in effect. He had, however, been lost from her mind in the sudden surprise of Jonah’s impact. That meant this second surprise was indeed one of her own making.
Truth be told, she got off easy.
So Shadowcat just prepared to pay for her mistake and braced for impact, but in a third surprise, that didn’t come. Instead, she landed safely in the arms of her big, cuddly… uh… former mentee. Oof. Kitty actually hadn’t had time this week to break the news of that particular personal disappointment to him. Now wasn’t the moment, either. “Thank, bear,” she answered. Kitty was quick to point out the ogre and his ragdoll descending the steps. “Little guy stopped the phasing,” she cautioned. “Big guy caused the flight.”
Of course, just then a few expert shots rendered the whole warning moot. Welp.
Before she could answer his question, though, suddenly Ash threw her aside to take the next incoming blow on himself. Shoot! A quick check showed her powers were back, which meant she could have prevented any attack at all. But after turning tables on the guy (by introducing him to a table), Honeybear seemed no worse for the wear. Back to business, then.
Shadowcat saved the time and skipped the stairs. She just climbed back to the loft through the air. “Right, then. I’m done asking nicely. So I’m gonna do to you what I just did your friend.” That was a statement of fact at this point. Telling the woman was just a courtesy. “And then,” she continued,” if you still won’t tell me where she is, I’m turning you over to my friend instead.” A subtle tip of her head pointed toward the direction of the nearest screams, where Wolverine gutted two more of the woman’s henchmen. “Maybe he can carve some answers out of you. Now… here it comes.”
As that woman threw an even more worthless punch than Jonah had, this time, Kitty didn’t even try to dodge. That fist just sailed right through her head, and still, Shadowcat pressed forward. Before Nona could even register what was happening, the girl had stepped right through her and -- as promised -- buried that blade in the back of her knee, then stomped her foot down on it to bring the blonde crashing to the floor.
But it didn’t stop there. Shadowcat turned and rode her to the ground, smashing her skull with a crack into the hardwood floor. “Where...” she asked again, grabbing the woman’s hair with a sharp twist. “...is Kerr?!” Nona was about to find out she would share not just Jonah’s pain, but Kitty’s own. So suddenly, Shadowcat was falling to the lower level once again. But this time, instead of her surprise, it was Nona’s. This time, instead of over the ledge, she went right through the floor.
And this time, instead of Ash, she had a hateful blonde bitch to break her fall.
[Mistral, Gentle, Cypher, Mercury, Arsenic, Backup, Wolverine, Honeybear]
Posted: Jan 14 2018, 06:51 PM
It was chaos.
There were no clean, practiced maneuvers. Wolverine might have been slashing his way through dime a dozen thugs but fear only did so much to organize the drunken, high, exhausted bikers as they struggled to fight back. Bullets buried deeply into the brick as they countered the onslaught of young X-Men. Knives were pulled, threats we issued carelessly, bodies were flung and dropped left right and center... And then two things happened at the same time.
Felicity swept in the missing front door glock already raised, firing two rounds off at Gentle before she’d even cleared the entry. Another two were aimed for Mistral. The rest were all for Honeybear. Felicity did not pause to play around or to see who was put down and who wasn’t. She reholstered her gun and simply kicked up a broken piece of the blown down door, ready to batter down the first person she came across, her face twisted in an ugly snarl.
At the same time Shadowcat was dropping a screaming and bleeding Nona through the floor to land roughly on the first floor. At least Kitty had been given the luxury of being flung over the rail on her first trip downstairs to be gently caught by the gentle hearted Bear. Dropping right through the floor was a fast pass to the kitchen and both women crashed into the fridge hard enough to knock it over and send magnets flying. Nona spent a moment on the ground, simply groaning.
The sick, thick taste of blood pooled at the back of Nona’s throat, a result of Kitty smashing her front teeth in. Her leg was a useless hunk of meat attached at her hip, deadweight that she no longer had the ability to control or command. The hard impact against the fridge had cracked at least half of her ribs and breathing was agony but she was determined. These X-Freaks had come out to California for one reason, with one goal, a single mission. Nona was going to make sure they left empty handed and broken.
“BITCH!” The effect of the word was ruined, the cracked leftovers of Nona’s front teeth making her diction nonexistent. There was a boxcutter clutched in her hand and she was brandishing it wildly and she struggled to keep distance from any of the conquering invaders. “You don’t get to dictate the terms of my family. Kerr is MY family. MY daughter. I brought her into this world...” Nona was screaming at them all, furious that someone had put their hands on her, enranged that this was all about Kerr. The daughter that had bought her nothing but problems, one piled on top of the other. Whose very existence had been a mistake. Nona pathetically dragged herself over to the fridge and weakly ripped it open.
And a small, huddled body limply fell into her lap.
Kerr, eyes wide and distant. Loose blonde curls dirty and unkempt. The pretty white dress she’d been forced into weeks ago was foul and filthy, her arms tied behind her. She didn’t make a sound. She didn’t fight. She just sat there while Nona dragged the blade of the boxcutter across the girl’s throat opening a spray of blood.
“I’M TAKING HER OUT OF THIS WORLD, TOO.”
Posted: Jan 14 2018, 08:25 PM
Come to think of it hurling high speed winds around in a house probably wasn't the best idea, but the longer the fight went on the more pissed off Kaylee got, the harder she flung jetstreams around at the various thugs trying to put up a fight. Hopefully no one ever wanted to use that house again, because if the blood and guts and bullet holes didn't ruin the resell value the broken windows, walls, and doors that Kaylee was causing were going to be an insurance agent's nightmare.
Kitty's body flying down seemed to indicate a need for some help upstairs. Of course Logan was already in the mix and Kitty was already floating her way back upstairs, but Kaylee was on her way towards the stairs, choosing to remain groundbound since going airborne would just make her an even bigger target. Sure they had Ash along, but she'd prefer to not become such an obvious target for these trigger happy idiots. Obviously no one had wormed the location of Kerr out of whoever was upstairs so she reached inside her jacket for the handgun she had brought along. Maybe a couple nonlethal shots would convince them and then she could take the kids outside while Logan cleaned up the mess.
She had almost gotten to the steps when the front door was flung open again. The sound of more gunshots made her pivot around. For a moment things seemed to be going in slow motion, the blonde looked a bit like Kerr, only with icy blue eyes and a hard expression Kaylee didn't think Kerr was even capable of assuming. More importantly she was the one shooting, spreading her efforts out.
Hitting the floor probably would have been the best idea right about then, instead she went forward, propelled by air, as if she was going to reach the shooter before she managed to shoot again. Instead there was a sensation of burning searing through her right thigh and just above her right breast, making her gasp. 'Mother effer shot me.' For a millisecond she was just outraged as she stumbled, concentration destroyed and the air she had been riding whooshing away. That wasn't good. She should probably be moving before she got shot again.
It felt like far longer than the second or two it was before the adrenaline kicked back in and she had launched herself forward again zooming through the air with just one thought, this chick wasn't just riff-raff hired muscle so she was going to pay for taking Kerr. The piece of wood the woman had picked up was wrenched from her hands by a cross jet of wind, sending it bouncing across the room. Kaylee brought her own gun up with her good side, firing back at Felicity and for good measure flinging a pocket of air at Felicity to explode in her face.
She hadn't even reached the other woman when she fell to the ground with a rather anti-climactic thud.
Kaylee pulled up short, looking at the woman or well now body, with a sort of detachment. It probably should be making a bigger impression, but the pain was starting to make itself known and she was having trouble keeping the currents holding her aloft steady. She let herself land, bad leg buckling. A glance down revealed that she didn't really want to look any closer at either of the wounds. Blood was fine, gore not so much. Besides, if she didn't see how much blood there was than she wouldn't have to worry about it right now when they still had to get Kerr.
And if she passed out on the floor someone would probably be nice enough to drag her back to the car. No problem. At least she would do it without crying. Because damn it hurt and maybe her eyes were watering a little, but she wasn't going to cry in front of this psychotic bitch.
She didn't have time to feel sorry for herself though. She braced herself with one hand on the wall, shifting her weight to her uninjured leg and gritting her teeth. Nona was dragging herself along the floor now to the fridge. Kaylee watched uncomprehendingly, snack time..? but no. She started when Kerr fell out, dull eyed and disheveled.
"Kerr!" She was alive and that was the only good thing Kaylee could say about the situation. Her mouth fell open as Nona put the blade to Kerr's neck. "No!" She acted without thinking and threw a hand forward, a sharp gust of wind flying to yank the boxcutter out of Nona's hand, sending it spinning through the air and into the wall behind her. Well. That was a better shot than she had expected. Especially since she was a little dizzy. Or the room might have actually been spinning. Hard to say.
"Get her!" She would have charged forward to free Kerr from the witch's clutches herself only she wasn't confident in her ability to get across the room. As hilarious as falling on top of Nona's ugly face would be, she didn't want to squish Kerr into a pancake too. Kerrcakes.
Oh God, even her inner commentary was spiraling out of control and she was still quite resolutely not looking over at Felicity's body.
Time to go home.
Backup, Wolverine, Shadowcat, Gentle, Arsenic, Cypher, Mercury, Honeybear
Posted: Jan 14 2018, 10:34 PM
While Arsenic had a good plan, the images projected showed that the inside team had found Kerr.
And subsequently had his heart ripped out of his chest as Nona drew a blade across Backup's neck.
Closing his eyes for a moment and shutting it off. Cypher softly spoke to himself, repeating over and over first in English but then in other languages in rapid fire "They have a healer with them. They will get to her. She will be okay." Over and over. Repeating in French, Cherokee, Arabic, Wakandan, Russian, Japanese and back in English. A sort litany that he kept repeating to keep himself grounded. To keep him from lashing out.
Slowly opening his eyes and carefully making sure he had his pistol on a stun setting, he fired at James again, making sure the man stayed stunned. Hearing a yip from Indy as the puppy stumbled from the open van door, Doug firmly moved and took out James' wallet. Then he scanned the man's driver's license. Social Security card. Flipped his hands and took a fingerprint scan. Yanked some arm hairs and took a scan of his blood from a scrape.
Looking down at James coldly, Doug flatly said "I want to kill you. She might be dead. And I want to kill you." Holstering his pistol and rapidly running his hands through his hair in helpless frustration, Ramsey whispered to himself "But it wouldn't bring her back."
And from what he had seen of some, from Wolverine and how miserable that man's life was, would it be worth it?
Looking at James, Doug said bluntly "I have your identify. I have your blood. I have your fingerprints. If she doesn't make it out of there, I ruin you." Kneeling down, Cypher softly said "I will hack terrorist watch lists. I will hack police records. I will put you on sex offender registries for pedophilia. I will frame you for crimes. I will search the dark web for the deepest, blackest sins available to purchase on there, and make it look like you did it. And then report you anonymously to the police." Reaching out one hand and gently stroking James face, he whispered "And I will do the same to all who survive in that house. You will all be in jail for the most perverse collection of child pornography ever. And none of you will make it to a parole hearing."
Standing up after saying that, Doug looked at James and flatly said "Do not make me notice you again. Ever. Consider this a motive for you to set your life back on the straight and narrow. Cause trust me." Leaning down, Cypher whispered "You and your little boss in there are not bad ass enough to compete at this level. Keep on trying, and I don't have to kill you as natural selection will."
Gentle Mistral Mercury Honeybear Shadowcat
Posted: Jan 14 2018, 10:51 PM
Chaos was the word for the day. All involved throwing everything they had in virtually every direction. Nezhno quickly coming to realize why some of the Danger Room simulations they were put through for powers training tended to be so chaotic and fast paced. This, this right here was why. Any semblance of organization and a game plan went out the door the moment the first shots and first disemboweling had taken place.
Nez did what he could to stay focused. Always on the move, shifting spots with Old Lace and attackers came rushing in. Doing what he could to stop the threat cold and keep them from getting to Ash. Lumbering footsteps thudded down the staircase as a large man hauling another guy came strolling into view. Nezhno quirked a bit of a grin as he started to make a move to go toe to toe with the big man. The nullifying mutant would not have reduced any of Nezhno's natural strength which likely outclassed the big man, though he did not get the chance to find out as Logan proved you did not bring fists to a fight involving a trained killer with the safety off.
Before Nez could make the adjustment to take on the next opponent. Some wild eye'd chick with a head full of crack hair put her pharmaceutically accelerated twitchiness to good use by pumping off a few rounds. She was likely shooting at four Nezhno's, but one of the bullets managed to catch him in the shoulder. His already dense musculature was further fortified by Vibranium tattooing. The bullet managed to penetrate, but only enough to dig just beneath the skin. Stopping before its went to deep. The usually tender and good natured Nezhno saw red in that moment. Though managed to stay focused on his task. Mistral had moved to handle the crack head and Nezhno reached out and gave Ash a hard yank, dragging the big man in front of him. Easy enough for Nezhno since he was naturally pushing peak strength.
That's when he saw it. Nona, Kerr, and the boxcutter. Amped on adrenalin already. Angered by the gunshot and now further angered by what he had witnessed. A mother drawing a boxcutter across the throat of her own child. He could not help but think of his own mother. How she hated Nezhno for who and what he was. How she had killed or tried to kill his own father. How she had tried to keep that hidden from him. How she may even, to this day, work to twist Nezhno into a deadly gambit just to enact some sort of revenge on both him and the father he did not know. How he would not put it past his own mother to do the same thing to him if only to be rid of the shame she felt for having a child that was not fully Wakandan. A bastard son.
Vibranium tattoos glowed a brilliant blue. The over 6 foot tall Nezhno now a towering steamroller of over 8 feet of sorrow, frustration and anger. A single arm manhandled Ash like he was an actual stuffed Winnie the Pooh doll. Some guy had the unfortunate luck of being between Nezhno and where Kerr was. He got promptly flicked in the face with a warhammer sized index finger as Nezhno romped his way straight into the kitchen. Setting Ash down and grabbing Nona by her entire face. "Heal her." His voice thick and heavy as he raised Nona up and shoved her to the ground. His massive hand pinning her across her chest.
"If she dies, I will crush every bone in your body. He will heal you, and I will do it again and again. Everyday my training with these powers will be crushing your bones. His training will be fixing you. This will be your penance." It seemed, that even the gentle did not suffer evil very well, and to add emphasis to his point, Nezhno applied just a little bit more pressure to Nona's sternum.
Posted: Jan 15 2018, 11:15 AM
Following their first close call involving bullets, Cessily was inclined to stay close to Ash. Currently, her attention was wholly dedicated to battering this one surly goon in the face repeatedly with her shield when the first two shots from Felicity’s’ Glock rang out. Cess gave the biker a shove, sending him stumbling back a few feet, and pivoted around in time to see the woman fire two more shots, each landing with a sickly thud into their intended target, Mistral. Cessily’s eyes widened, her increasingly fluid form already in motion to get between Ash and this effective infiltrator. As the woman’s arm swung the handgun her way, Cessily anchored her bare feet to the ground and stretched her form upward and outward. Every cell in her body strained and tensed as she braced for the impact, the rapid succession of loud pops deafening in the large room.
The first shot rippled through Cessily’s form, then the second, her liquid metal body absorbing the shock and impact of each offense. But Cess’s small size was currently Ash’s undoing, as the mere moments she’d had to react to Felicity’s onslaught weren’t quite enough to provide cover for the gargantuan man. The third shot deflected off the imprecise edges of her body, grazing across the arm of the gargantuan man behind her. With one last push of her will, and a strong dose of of pure believing, Cessily willed her liquid form upward, catching the last two bullets so narrowly that she had to release her grip on the floor to do so. The force of the shots twisted her around with violent ferocity, sending her spinning to the ground, a little dizzy but no worse for wear. Looking to Honeybear, Cess didn’t have to time ask if he was okay before a giant Gentle scooped him up and brought him right where he needed to be. It was time to save Kerr.
Cessily morpherd her fluid form upright and followed her team into the kitchen, pivoting around when she saw the sprays of blood, the mangled body of some semblance of a mother, and the last moments of life fleeting from Kerr’s dazed eyes. “Ash!” Cessily screamed, as if the guy didn’t already know what he had to do. But what if it was too late? How little life did the blonde have left in her? As ashamed as it made her to admit, Cessily had to look away. She couldn’t stand the sight of it all, and she couldn’t handle the very real possibility that she was watching her friend’s last moments alive. Perhaps, two of them.
Looking to her left, Cess caught sight of Kaylee looking woozier by the second and losing plenty of blood. She hastily made her way over, her eyes on the gunshot wounds riddling her teammates body before imploring her blue eyes. “You need to sit down so we can get some pressure on those wounds. Ash won’t be long,” Cess assured, knowing that every bit of Kaylee’s intent was on making sure Kerr made it out alive and that Nona and the rest of her ilk paid for what they had done. The wind wielder wouldn’t get that chance if she bled out before she was able to see this night’s resolution.
Backup Cypher Arsenic Shadowcat
Posted: Jan 15 2018, 11:31 PM
For the most part, Old Lace had been very close to Gentle, using every tooth and claw that she had to make sure that she did not allow a single stray hit to make contact with him. She was just a bundle of instincts and scales that was hell-bent on making the people who had taken Kerr away pay.
In fact, she was happy to just trail along after everyone, biting some guy right in the junk before body checking another who came out of a side room. Everything was fine until Kitty crashed into the floor riding Nona like she was a surfboard. Yet it was Nona's furious anger that got the attention of the dinosaur, charging towards that fridge as soon as the familiar tumble of blonde hair came rolling out. There were just too many bodies, Old Lace's screech a terrifying sound before she stepped straight into the neck of one of the injured men laying on the ground. There was a keening sound that escaped the scaled beast, her little arms clawing towards Nona as she was trying to take a protective stance over Kerr. The pretty Californian was one of Gert's people, one of the few that Old Lace reacted to instinctively... And now she was bleeding out...
When Nez approached, swift and furious the dinosaur reacted, mouth opening to show off an impressive mouth full of teeth. Her screech, however, died in her throat, and if a five and a half foot tall dinosaur could have looked surprised, then she would have. No matter what though, Old Lace trailed away after Nez, a sad shrill screech escaping her as Ash got to work. Poor Lacey, however, was at the moment a pure representation of the mental overload that Gert was dealing with, she rubbed her bloody face against Nez trying to make sure that he was okay before she fluttered away to see Kerr. Anxiety kept the dinosaur moving, shifting between making noise at Nez and trying to snap at Nona who was held out of her reach. Then checking on Kerr and making little chuffing sounds against her ankles or any other bit of her that she could reach beyond Ash and then heading back again to start the process over.
Gert blinked, for a moment she had not remembered where she was or what she was doing.
Her fingers that had once been gently holding onto Doug's wrist to change where he was pointing his gun were now gripping him tightly. Because on his screen he was showing them that they'd found Kerr, but it was not what Gert wanted. There was no sweet smile on her friends face, just a limp hardly alive body that didn't even fight as Nona dragged that box cutter across Backup's pale throat.
The purple haired girl didn't need to be an empath to know that internally Dog was freaking out, but she couldn't work up the energy to stop Cypher from anything he was doing. She was so overloaded, everyone inside was freaking out, and Gert just didn't know how to handle it. She was freaking right the fuck out, but she didn't know what to do, her first X-Man mission was not supposed to be to watch her best friend die. Maybe this was what it was like to have an out of body experience? She could hear Old Lace from where they were, the mournful sound she was making clear from where they were standing on the sidewalk, but it was like she was just watching Doug from a mile away.
He was threatening James, and all Gert could do was just watch.
"Hey," Her voice was tiny as she finally could blink up at Doug and speak again, "We gotta start the van, we got to get out of here." Did she have the keys? A second longer and Gert was back to her usual self, Old Lace was still making shrill sounds from inside, but she was handling it well enough. Kicking James as hard as she could in the leg she hissed at him, "Get the fuck out of here if Kerr's mom is alive by the time we leave I'm sure that you don't want her to find you." Another kick and she was done with him.
"Doug, I think you might need those codes." Into the communicator Gert spoke next, "We are clear out here if anyone is injured bring them here, Doug and I got a big first aid kit."
Posted: Jan 16 2018, 12:37 AM
There was a silent mental cursing at the laws of physics. Wolverine knew he was quick for a man who clocked in at 300 lbs, but at the end of the day he hadn't been expecting Nona to want to lay open Backup's throat.
Felicity coming in like the less than noble off white knight of white trash central was a downside as well, and made Logan wonder exactly what the fuck was going on outside that both Arsenic and Cypher had missed her coming in.
Well..... no better than Doug was as far as battle went, it was more wondering why the hell Gert hadn't given a heads up.
A low growl that whispered out under the shrieking of Old Lace rumbled from his throat, Wolverine glaring at Felicity and adding her to his 'To deal with' list. At least until Mistral showed why she was on Gold Team. Even shot and taken by surprise, she seemed to know what to do. Though Logan also kept track of the expended brass of her's, on the off chance she hadn't been wearing gloves when loading the ammo.
Seeing Mercury flow into action and guard the healer, and watching as Gentle powered up and surged forward with Honeybear in tow, Wolverine slowly walked around, ensuring all the other combatants were either dead or incapacitated. Reaching Shadowcat, Logan gruffly said "Need you to make sure Cypher doesn't have his head up his ass and has wiped all records of us. Then once Honeybear checks on Kerr, need you to help get everyone out." Slowly walking up and looking at where Nona was, Logan shook his head at Nez's threat. "No Gentle," Logan said softly. "You won't."
Looking up at the now gargantuan teen, Logan flatly said "Make sure she watches." Taking out a cigar and lighting it up, he inhaled deeply and blew a stream of smoke at Nona's face, gazing at her with eyes that shifted from the passionate fury he had possessed to something ancient. Something that had seen life and death and dealt out more of both than everyone in the room combined.
Something that viewed Nona as something.... immaterial. As she didn't matter. Was inconsequential. Was something that existed only so long as Logan saw a use in her.
Looking at Nona, Logan flatly said "The kid isn't going to torture you. Cause he is a neophyte." Walking where Mistral had fired and recovering her spent brass, Logan softy said "Me though? Well.... over a century of experience. Both World Wars. Black ops in both. The worst days of the Cold War." Gathering a kettle from the kitchen, he filled it and set it on a burner, nodding at the makeshift timer he had set up. Walking back, he checked to make sure that everyone was getting ready to move, wanting them to move when they could.
Hearing the message from Arsenic, Logan tapped his comm and said "Got it. Letting the Bear do his thing and the rest will be out. Just got a question I need answering first."
Glancing up at Nona, Logan then conversationally asked "So this all your crew? Or do you have more you want to send after us despite seeing you are far out of your league?" Puffing out some smoke, he remarked "Shit. Could have come here and done it all solo. Infiltrate. Kill everyone but you. Find the girl. Get her safe." Staring coldly up at Nona, Logan remarked "Course easiest in your case would be to hook you to heroin over the course of a month or two. Then dump you in some third world warzone and let nature take its course. Less messy than what big boy here proposed."
Posted: Jan 16 2018, 03:30 AM
Ash was too busy enjoying a moment of victory to even react to the shooter, and wasn't even facing her when she appeared. He was looking to the kitchen, where he saw Shadowcat taking the fight back to Kerr's grand poobah bitch queen of a mother. And given Ash was the broad side of a barn, if it wasn't for Mistral, Mercury, and Gentle, this adventuring party would have been out their healer.
But thankfully, all he was going to have in the morning was a bad shoulder.
As he saw the refrigerator open, his eyes lit up. "Kerr!" And then lit up more, as the world around him all reacted at a speed the students were trained to deal with. He never even got eyes on the shooter, only letting out a brief grunt as a 9mm round ripped through his jacket and grazed a shallow dig across his right shoulder. Because right after that, he was pushed aside, then grabbed by his injured arm and subjected to something he had never experienced since well back in grade school - being lifted off the ground. Being well over 6 feet and 300 pounds, after all, that wasn't exactly something a guy could expect.
And yet, he didn't have time to react to that right after, because when he saw Backup, his stomach went all wrong. He'd basically seen this sight before, Kerr slowly swimming in a pool of her own blood, but now he knew her. Now he cared. "No. No no no..." The surge of adrenaline drowned out the searing pain of his shoulder, the light wound now widened by Nez' speed and strength. But as he ran over and slid to a stop by the fridge, he thanked every holy name he could think of that they'd kept her in a fridge.
He lifted Kerr to be propped up against his knee and on her side so she didn't start drowning in her own blood - he knew enough from growing up in a bar to know the bare minimum here. With the bottle of booze left back somewhere before being yanked across a building by ten tons of not-so-gentle giant, he had to improvise. Thankfully, like any diner fridge, there was a wide assortment of condiments and other foodstuffs left on the door, even though the shelves had been cleared out for Kerr. A bottle of ketchup was first on the menu, with Ash ripping the cheap plastic top clear off and dumping the contents onto his hand. He kept the hand near Kerr's throat, quickly applying globs of healing directly to the wound as the red goop turned to glowing blue, quickly healing over the injury from the inside out. It couldn't heal any blood in her lungs, but at least now she could cough that out, as all the liquid he was applying would begin instantly absorbing.
"Come on, girl... I'm getting REAL tired of seein' you covered in blood! Stay with me!" He shouted down at her, applying far, far more healing goo than was strictly needed for the main wound... but given what Kerr had been through, still probably necessary. Throat cut - healed in seconds. And next, the damage from weeks of abuse, malnutrition, and dehydration - all healed over the next few dozen seconds after that. The stuff wasn't putting much actual nutrition back into her, but calories, sugars, and fluids were all quickly reintroduced to her system and her body properly jumpstarted back to life in response.
"Come on, Kerr. Doug's in the car, we're all goin' home, yer gonna be alright..." All the while, though, he was worried about whether she'd inhaled much blood before he got to her. However, while Ash wasn't bright, he was practical. And he was pretty sure the team had brought all the air Kerr might possibly need. "Okay... she might need air. Someone get me Mist...uh... air gir--" And then as Ash looked over, to see Mistral in her current state... "SONUVA-get her over here, I'll get her next!" He shouted to nobody in particular, even as his eyes drifted back to Kerr. And his hand shot out to grab the mustard next. Nobody was dying today, he had all the healing ammo he needed.
Except maybe Nona.
Ash wasn't a very violent person, but it was definitely for the best that Wolverine was taking the lead on the threats over there. After what she did to Kerr, Ash would have just started punching... and only MAYBE stopped when she stopped moving.
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