[identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
He smelled them. The familiar scent drew him like a bee to honey;melting away from the Queen while she consulted Marius. He has been a lurking shadow since then, out of sight, biding his time with the self-proclaimed promise of violence. He knew they were far from fond of each other, and now they are in disarray while the blood of Yeshua coats the stone floors in a macabre mosaic of Mystique's making.

Now, when their alliance hangs by the most precarious of threads, is when he strike; and he will take her out, the strongest first.

Teeth and claws, bone and flesh, reveal themselves in split-second anticipation of deadly impact.
[identity profile] marvel-citizens.livejournal.com
Yeshua hangs back for the carnage.

The Queen leaves her youngest vampires down here to season. They don't make it into an apartment of their own until they can brag they've killed at least twenty rebels. It also makes the surviving rebels better hunting. A group making it past this point sets off a little mini-holiday in the castle. Their intestines will be festively strewn about the throne room by this time tomorrow.

But not Laurie's. As long as he keeps behaving, Laurie...she won't be safe, but at least she'll be alive.
[identity profile] marvel-citizens.livejournal.com
The catacombs under the castle feel more like a hotel than a dank cellar. The walls are a pleasant pastel blue, hung with paintings of African landscapes and idyllic pastoral scenes. A rich, sunny, indirect lighting fills the hallway. Regularly spaced doors lead off to small rooms. Each one has three coffins, one along each blank wall. One room has a set of matching tapestries hanging above each coffin. The next is decorated with vintage Coca-Cola advertising. The one after that looks like the inside of a Jackson Pollack painting.

There are no shadows, no dark corners; nowhere to hide.
[identity profile] marvel-citizens.livejournal.com
Roberto's body sings with energy. He's never channeled so much power without release. Despite Dazzler's light shows, the world around them dims for five meters in every direction from his body. He can't hold much more. Soon, it will burn through him and over him and consume everything he touches.

Once he's inside.
[identity profile] marvel-citizens.livejournal.com
Roberto DaCosta rolls out a well-worn laminated architectural map. Some areas have been drawn on so often the wax pencil is permanantly inscribed. He scrubs off as much as he can using the hem of his shirt.

"I wish I could call the Storm Queen cocky, but that would imply she doesn't know exactly what she's doing. You can find one of these in every village in North Africa. Anyone who wants to see the Queen is welcome to visit. Just don't expect to come back."

Someone used permanant marker to write names in specific hallways; Pete, Meggan, Jono, Piotr, Illyana, Tessa, Wanda, Erik, Pietro. Roberto pulls out a marker and carefully writes in Dani and Sooraya. He pauses, staring for a moment at Dani's name, then closes his eyes and stands.

"People who think their children could be Barons some day take them through the front door." His voice drips with bitterness. "People who think they can steal something usually try the back passage. This one has a coin slot to open the door." He taps the map. "Last time, I went in here, through the servant's kitchen." He scowls. "They actually offered us a bowl of soup. The masters don't like it when the prey is too hungry. We give out too soon."

A vein on his forehead starts to twitch.

"We're going in here. Through the catacombs. If I save my power - and if Dazzler's 'battery effect' works, we can take out the weaker of them at the start. The fewer we have to fight the better."
[identity profile] house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com
The rebel lair's outer door opens, revealing a black sillouette of a figure.

Mystique pulls two guns, instantly levelling them at the sillouette's chest. "Is he with you?" It's too tall and lean to be James, but she's still pushed the remaining grenade out of her chest and into her lap. Just in case.
[identity profile] silver-sable.livejournal.com
The fortress itself isn't a bad choice of places where you could hide out. It is obviously hidden. There is water that isn't easily taken away from them. Who ever built this place was thinking - it is relatively easily defended and is generally hard to find. Some dictator of whatever nation this once was much have had it built.

Once there were paintings and priceless objets d'art here. Now there is a mishmash of modern state of the art technology, along with obviously hand woven rugs and curtains. The other halmark of this place is that almost everything here looks as though it is easily packed and portable. As if these people have had to pick up and run at a moments notice.

There are people here and they obviously look to the woman in grey as a leader of a sort, some of them relaxing some as she shows up and some of them tensing as she shows up, depending on the person. Silver leads this entire party into a main room of sorts, a table here looking as though it has seen better days but it is entirely servicable still.

"So." Silver looks generally upset but it doesn't seem as if that is anything out of the ordinary for her. Corssing her arms over her chest, she looks at the group of assembled new people and her lips flatten further. "You're obviously not from around here. Someone competant give me a quick synopsis of what the hell you're doing here and why you're trying to get all of us killed."

On the run

Aug. 27th, 2006 01:10 pm
[identity profile] house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com
Raven's still holding a grenade when this parody of James disappears. There isn't much time. Once his face heals, he'll be back.

She picks up her hand, and more importantly, the gun it was connected to. The kids don't need to watch this. She turns her back to them and opens a rough funnel into her stomach. She's lost a lot of mass and needs some quiet time to do internal repairs. No point wasting useful supplies.

"Alright. Let's get back to the compass and find where it's leading us. If the location is secure enough..." no point going there. They'll be alive until his notoriously short attention span is distracted by something else. "Move."

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