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Just moments before they had been toasting the joining of two families to create peace. Now things have fallen into chaos with fights breaking out and a motorcycle bearing a rider wreathed in flames crashing through the window.
This is exactly what was not supposed to happen, looks like Ramon will be losing a paycheck and if anyone loses a life maybe a lot more.
Erik has stayed back from the fighting to watch the patterns for the most part. A nudge of power here and there to protect people while he and the others are encouraging normal citizens to flee to area so this can be taken care of.
Scott Summers is somewhere fighting based on the flash and sound of his optic blasts firing.
There is so much going on that it's understandable he didn't notice at first. Several hundred magnetic signatures are hard to sift through even for him but there is one missing that should be there.
"Lorna!" He looks around to confirm visually what he already knows. "WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?"
This is exactly what was not supposed to happen, looks like Ramon will be losing a paycheck and if anyone loses a life maybe a lot more.
Erik has stayed back from the fighting to watch the patterns for the most part. A nudge of power here and there to protect people while he and the others are encouraging normal citizens to flee to area so this can be taken care of.
Scott Summers is somewhere fighting based on the flash and sound of his optic blasts firing.
There is so much going on that it's understandable he didn't notice at first. Several hundred magnetic signatures are hard to sift through even for him but there is one missing that should be there.
"Lorna!" He looks around to confirm visually what he already knows. "WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?"
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Date: 2007-08-14 06:00 pm (UTC)He speaks calmly, conversationally, even as his optic bolts blast.
"So that's the plan, huh?" he says, as he trains between the two invaders. "A kidnap job. So what's the deal? Bribery? Revenge?"
He doesn't sound convinced on either, actually. Something about his tone.
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Date: 2007-08-15 01:19 am (UTC)The idiot in the flag costume in particular.
He stalks, picking his moment. Letting Redeye talk his game.
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Date: 2007-08-15 01:22 am (UTC)He's got two guns out, training tightly on these newsreel darlings that just showed up.
Figuring he should wait until they're done talking before popping their heads like casaba melons.
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Date: 2007-08-16 02:20 pm (UTC)She speaks quietly into her coms towards her allies still on ground level. "We need to make this quick, this isn't a good place for a big stand. Do whatever you have to, and start heading for the exits."
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Date: 2007-08-16 06:06 pm (UTC)"They're making with the 23-skidoo!" he shouts, even as his eyes blaze.
He doesn't know or trust Fixit. But right now, the pair have to be a team.
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Date: 2007-08-17 12:05 pm (UTC)His hand slap together, creating a mini sonic boom - yeah, it'll hurt everyone in the vicinity, but he's trying to overload whatever communicator she's using and fry it - cut her off from her squad.
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Date: 2007-08-17 02:54 pm (UTC)Summers recoups to train in on the man that's with the flying woman.
They only need one of them alive.
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Date: 2007-08-27 09:23 pm (UTC)But there he is. Right there.
Bringing a fist towards Cyclops' jaw.
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Date: 2007-08-27 10:47 pm (UTC)The optic blast goes wild for a moment, blasting upward into the sky, before Scott gets enough of a grip to close his visor. The ruby-red beam ceases as Scott thuds hard to the ground.
"That ... all ... y'got, mook?" he says, forcing himself back, training his beam to kill.
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Date: 2007-08-28 02:14 am (UTC)He knows how to avoid a shot like that. He's good at staying out of sight... he learned from some of the best warriors out there.
"Nope," he replies, moving behind him and jabbing an elbow to the back of his skull.
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Date: 2007-08-28 05:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-28 07:03 pm (UTC)She's thrown back by the sonic boom... but then keeps flying up and away... until she's cleared her head, and reached lower Earth orbit. Then, bracing the shield, she dives. Fixing back on the party, and on a giant grey skinned body guard in general, picking up speed and momentum as she goes, and trusting the vibranium aspects of the shield to protect her from the worst on impact.
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Date: 2007-09-06 11:00 am (UTC)Damn, they're comin' outta the woodwork!
He takes a few steps toward the skullhead when suddenly his lights are knocked right out.
Didn't even see what hit him as he falls face first onto the floor.
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Date: 2007-08-14 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-14 07:04 pm (UTC)"Where is the Summers boy?"
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Date: 2007-08-28 10:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-28 02:35 pm (UTC)"You may be a secondary target stay close."
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Date: 2007-08-28 03:05 pm (UTC)He still hasn't sorted out how he feels about Lorna--not girlfriend, possible ally--but he knows one thing:
We black sheep need to look out for each other.
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Date: 2007-08-29 01:35 pm (UTC)The one on the flaming bike seems to be causing the most troubles but Charles seems to be her goal and he will not interfere in that.
"Do you know who these people are?"
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Date: 2007-08-29 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-29 03:13 pm (UTC)Magnetic barriers spring up through the room separating out guests and combatants and driving them apart.
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Date: 2007-08-16 07:53 pm (UTC)He was fine just sitting to the side, letting the drama play out, and figuring out what the hell went wrong after the fact. The whole distraction of Logan and Raven back at the Mansion wasn't helping. And then a biker with a face like a flaming skull crashes through the window, Erik's gone into full on 'I am King of this here Hill' mode, and the Avengers are here.
Right. That's Xavier's limit. Everyone dies.
"That." It's meek at first. "Is." The echo kind of reduces the effect. Bad accoustics. "Quite." And then you realize. "/Enough./" The echo isn't from the room, the words are simply being spoken out loud...and in your /mind/.
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Date: 2007-08-17 12:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 12:02 pm (UTC)"OW! What in targoddamnation son of a motherless - !"
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Date: 2007-08-22 05:23 pm (UTC)He will back it by sending a wave of magnetism through the room destroying communicators and cell phones (the Lehnsherr's communicators are shielded to prevent this)and not a few digital watches as well.
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Date: 2007-08-28 02:49 am (UTC)"Murderers! Worshipers of Greed and Power!"
As the Ghost Rider jumps into the fray.
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Date: 2007-08-28 10:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-28 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-28 04:51 pm (UTC)His voice falters as he looks into her eyes. Instead of his reflection, he sees a dozen crying faces. Children. Their sobs tear at his heart.
Other faces join the children's. Men he had ruined with the stroke of a pen or a single phone call, or even a simple gesture and nod. Nameless, faceless victims of the slums: nameless, faceless, and voiceless no longer.
He sinks to his knees with the force of their pain.
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Date: 2007-08-28 05:15 pm (UTC)His store burned to the ground with his wife inside...having his clothes ripped off while other him laughs on, boasting he can do anything he wants...the neverending banality of evil as it runs ramshod over dozens, maybe hundreds of good people now forced to do terrible things...The feeling of paper with a weight so heavy it feels like water in the lungs...
...And then there's the children...the terror of not being home, the overwhelming unbearable feeling of this moment being wrong and nothing will be right again...the desire to please, if only to be able to live through the moment, not knowing if there is a life outside of this...the screams of those broken enough by his actions to force them on others, to walk the streets, to drink or shoot up in order to try and forget...
This is only a moment's glance into the Hell he has made for himself. She tosses him aside like just another ragdoll to leave him to it.
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Date: 2007-08-29 02:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-03 11:13 am (UTC)She focuses on this burning rider, trying to probe the stranger's mind. Give me the proper lever, and I can move anyone....
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Date: 2007-09-04 04:59 pm (UTC)Unexpected resistance from the scarred man. Xavier turns to /look/ at Deadpool, focusing his mind...
'Destroy her.' The Voice of Xavier commands. 'Destroy the woman on the motorcycle. Xavier commands it! Heed me!'
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Date: 2007-09-06 11:05 am (UTC)He looks squarely at the man as he gets up and pulls out swords.
"Pay me! Deadpool commands it! Heed ME!"
Still, seeing Red knocked cold and Nessa losin' it - it's about time somethin' else died.
Springing forward into a flip, he makes a concerted effort to deftly scissor-chop that flaming head right off that flaming spine.
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Date: 2007-09-06 04:03 pm (UTC)Sarah doesn't have a lot left. Her left arm is hanging loosely, her shoulder swollen and hideously out of joint from the impact. She's bruised and scarred. But she's up, and Fixit isn't.
Pulling the shield off her left arm, she sizes up the conflict, and prays that Deadpool's healing factor is as good as the claim.
She doesn't hold back, using her full strength when she throws the shield towards Deadpool's waist, trying to catch the man while his attention is elsewhere, aiming for somewhere around the base of his spine with the discus, thrown hard enough to chop through cinderblock without slowing down... and hoping it gives Roxy the time to do whatever it is she needs to do.
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Date: 2007-09-07 04:10 pm (UTC)The skull is whipped back by the scissor kick. The Spirit of Vengeance then turns it's attention to the merc.
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Date: 2007-09-07 04:21 pm (UTC)VoicestoucheskissestearstoomuchtoomuchTOOMUCHTOOMUCH!
Jean Summers falls to her knees, vainly squeezing her eyes shut against her husband's reproachful gaze ... her son's innocent trusting eyes ... Xavier's devouring mind-voice....
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Date: 2007-09-07 08:53 pm (UTC)"Useless." He sneers, not even having a moment to amend his master plan. Obviously he had chosen his pawns too quickly. Take a moment to think: Scott is ignoring the biggest threat in the room. So he's finally making his move, eh? Good for him. The Rider can consume people with forced guilt with a glance, so direct mental contact may not be advised. Also, she's on a motorcycle that is made of fire.
A trio of blank faced employees turn fire extinguishers on Roxy and her bike's flaming wheels, while another trio of party guests...a man, his wife, and their ten year old girl, to be precice, stand at attention, blankly moving in front of Xavier's wheelchair!
"You will not undo my work." Xavier snarls at the interlopers, "Not when I am /so close/. The world /needs/ this, don't you understand? I can finally bring peace to this mad, angry, twisted little planet! And none of you meddlers will stop me, do you understand?! None of you!"
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Date: 2007-09-11 06:18 am (UTC)"Look at me, Charles Xavier and tell me what it is!"
Everyone else got a glance into their wickedness. This is a long hard stare at it.
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Date: 2007-09-11 09:24 am (UTC)A sword is hurled at the back of the Rider's head as she roars past him...
"FIRE BAD!"
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Date: 2007-09-11 07:45 pm (UTC)But, amazingly, impossibly, the mighty mind of Charles Xavier /struggles/ with the Ghost Rider's psychic invasion! Sizzling neural lightning manifests around the mastermind's wheelchair as he fights for his own sense of self, his beliefs, his DREAM...it's a world where crime is the only way to do busniess, he had to...
"Aaaah!" Xavier shakes in his chair, blood starting to frip from his nose, his mouth...his eyes...
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Date: 2007-09-15 08:11 pm (UTC)She's not fast enough to stop the thrown sword, just hoping somehow Roxy will be able to take it.
Over the coms, she calls, "We need to fall back, with the Hulk and Deadpool down, they'll bring reinforcements... please tell me we can get Ghost Rider out... somehow?"
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Date: 2007-09-21 12:38 am (UTC)A mission that began to protect and grow mutant kind twisted away from it's almost holy mission and has come to this place...
"This is your wrath. Your pride. How is it Professor! How does it feel to fail!"