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Post by Captain Marvel on Nov 2, 2005 21:36:18 GMT -5
"First of all, thanks for reminding me to knock before going into your room. Second, was there really a need to bring up the naked fat people?" Rogue said clearly trying to hold back her laughter and failing.
Carol put her hands on her hips, "Oh come on, I know all that stuff about fighting for everyone to be treated equally, but have you seen a fat old man...so not an equal."
"Fine. Lets get out of here." Rogue stated with a sigh, concering that fact that they were flying.
Both of the girls started to walk out and Carol said, "Just admit it, flying is a great pass time."
Once they had stepped out Carol picked up Rogue once again with ease and took to the air. Pretty soon she could feel the sea breeze against her face. But no time to really think. Rogue needed to get back and soon.
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Post by Rogue on Nov 3, 2005 0:05:17 GMT -5
"Just admit it, flying is a great pass time." She rolled her eyes and spoke in as monotonous a voice as possible, "You're right. Ah wish that Ah had a good place to hide your body. Then Ah could take your damn powers permanently and no one would be the wiser." Looking at Carol, she smiled. "Happy?"
Next thing she knew, they were in the air again. Damn, the woman was just trying to give her a heart attack, wasn't she? And then she sped up. Yes. Heart attack, most definitely. "You know, Ah was only kidding about that whole stealing your powers thing, right?"
And now, the base was drawing near. "My window's open."
Seconds later, they were flying through the window in her quarters.
((Rogue and Captain Marvel exit to Rogue's quarters))
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Post by Magik on Jan 31, 2006 18:53:46 GMT -5
((Enter Magik and Sam (with permission) from Limbo))
It wasn't until after another stepping disc had safely deposited them behind said old theatre outside of Hammer Bay that Carol had mentioned earlier, that Illyana thought, albeit briefly, that her spur of the moment decision to break the team in two and leave half of her compatriots back at headquarters might piss Mystique off. Just a little. Before the thought had really jelled into anything worth worrying about, though, she pushed it out of her mind and focused on the issue at hand.
Stopping a group of mutant terrorists. Among them a man who looked like an elephant and could spew out his stomach acid. And she was supposed to be able to keep a straight face during all of this? Right.
Despite the fact that it was not of any practical purpose in a real fight, her Soulsword had leapt into her hands at the mere thought of danger. Sighing, Illyana kept it, reasoning that it would be easier to just carry the thing around than to keep sending it back and forth to Limbo for the duration of the fight. Besides, the armor it brought along with it was useful in and of itself.
Glancing over at Sam, she said, "According to Ms. Marvel, we can expect one telepath, at most two pyrokinetics, a man-elephant with really bad acid reflux and possibly two other unidentified mutants. So look alive, Guthrie."
Switching her scrambler on, Illyana hefted her sword and moved toward the area, keeping an eye out for the supposed battle, which she caught a glimpse of as soon as she peeked around the corner of a building. Yep. Giant elephant man. She could barely contain the smirk.
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Post by Cannonball on Jan 31, 2006 20:05:59 GMT -5
Well, this trip seemingly was to hell and back. He felt like damn Dante as Illyana ripped him away from her room without nearly a moments warning. It was bothersome, concerning and somewhat dangerous as she hadn’t given him time enough to pick up something in the way of a briefing as Sam had assumed Carol had been given something more in information then ‘come help’. No, the little Russian tart rushed him away from the other team members, seemingly having made the call that they should be working alone.
Still, Illyana gave her something, something to go on, and sighing to himself Sam activated his scrambler. He hoped to keep the telepath out of his head, the rest, the rest he was looking forward to breaking into parts; after a warning of course.
The Russian though couldn’t be allowed to just pull this stunt, he had to say something and instead then chew her out, and he harmlessly made fun of her.
“Just couldn’t wait to get me alone, could you Agent Rasputin?” He was teasing her, and thought little more of their mission then a stroll in the park, not yet anyways. The smile didn’t leave, but Sam did start to glow a bit as he started walking out from the alley.
“Watch out for yourself Illyana…” With that there was a boom, an almost ear-drum bursting sound as the farm-born American launched from the ground towards the massive mutant. His lower half was burning, throwing him towards the big bruiser, and he hoped to knock him out with one very solid blow. Illyana could help him play clean-up afterwards.
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Post by Magik on Feb 1, 2006 21:16:13 GMT -5
“Just couldn’t wait to get me alone, could you Agent Rasputin?”
Illyana shook her head, surveying the scene even as she responded. "Of the possible company, I deemed you the most deserving of my presence. I'd suggest you don't make me regret that decision."
Even though three SHIELD teams had fallen, a fourth seemed to be doing well, even having been pushed into the defensive. Perhaps "well" was giving them too much credit. They were managing spotty fire that was at least keeping the mutant terrorists from getting away into the rest of Hammer Bay. Small favors. Illyana had stopped expecting miracles years ago.
Currently, the terrorist's attention was focused on the SHIELD agents, which meant that she and Guthrie would be able to catch at least some of them by surprise.
Or would have if Sam hadn't decided to choose that moment to go blasting into the air like some kind of rocket ship.
“Watch out for yourself Illyana…”
"Mutant sorceress, remember? I think I'll be fine," she muttered at his retreating form before hefting her sword in both hands. Right. Nothing left to do but start swinging. And porting bad guys into Limbo where they wouldn't have anyone innocent to harm.
Attention diverted from the SHIELD agents by the sound of Sam's blasting, the mutant terrorists turned their attention to the incoming threat. Elephant man seemed to be preparing to spew a far portion of stomach acid on Sam if the look on his face was any indication. It was the very recognizable face of a six year old who has eaten five hot dogs, two caramel apples and then ridden a ride spinning very fast. Or, rather, it reminded Illyana of the faces she had seen on television kids after said television activities. Her childhood had been bereft of such entertainment.
Well, at least Sam's stunt would give her the advantage of a sneak attack. Smirking, Illyana ported into the fray.
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Post by Cannonball on Feb 1, 2006 23:41:21 GMT -5
Biting off more then ya could chew. It seemed a fitting thought for Sam as the rather mammoth mutant decided to do something that seemed none to bright. He opened his mouth, giving agent Guthrie an opening, and he took it.
The human rocket was coated with acid, but it just ran off his shield again, and the projectile kept coming. It, or Sam slipped between the beast's teeth and blasted his way down his throat. Guthrie was gone, but the big man was toppling.
Maybe the bigger they are the harder they fall would have been fitting, because the massive form hit the earth with its own boom. He couldn't breath, someone was in the elephant man, blocking his airway, blocking the air, and Illyana would see the beast heaving, gasping for breath and trying to stand again.
Sam had been in a bad mood from the start, and he wasn't going to start being merciful now.
It was cheaper to deal with criminals, to save the prisons, and if Sam's rocket man didn't draw enough attention, his gasping victim would have. Seemed Magik was a secondary concern for the beast, but then, she was also alone.
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Post by Magik on Feb 3, 2006 19:03:20 GMT -5
Rather than plow into the elephant man's chest, as she had been expecting, Guthrie blasted right into his mouth and down his throat. Illyana didn't even want to know what he was going to punch through when he came out the other side. Shaking her head, she focused her attention on the rest of the mutant terrorists.
A split second's concentration and she had pulled two demons out of Limbo to aid her. She didn't like bringing them into her world, but it was the only way she was going to be able to properly disable this many opponents on her own, since Sam seemed to be having a good enough time in the elephant man to not want to come back out.
Which was disgusting on so many different levels that Illyana didn't even want to think about it too long.
As she set the demons on their own targets, she focused her attention on one of the pyrokinetics, porting out of the way of various flaming projectiles as she tried to get close enough to knock him out of commission. Her Soulsword was next to useless in this fight. It would have been better for her to exchange it for a real sword but in instances of danger the Soulsword could be pretty annoying so she merely kept it.
The demons had decided to tag team one of the terrorists, which left the others with their attention split between her and trying to determine how to unplug the elephant man's airway. Illyana ducked and rolled away from a piece of flaming car that crashed to the asphalt a mere two feet away from were she'd been.
The roll brought her within easy reach of the pryokinetic, who had decided to stand his ground rather than run. With the aid of another teleportation disc, Illyana appeared behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around, she smiled before punching him in the face with her armored hand, breaking his nose upon impact. When he reached up to catch the blood, she kicked his legs out from under him, placed her foot on his ribcage and pressed with all her weight. "Next time, I'll feed you to the demon horde that lives in the hell dimension where I grew up," she said with a smirk as she conjured up a set of mystical chains to bind him before porting back into the fray.
One down, at least four more to go.
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 4, 2006 3:25:45 GMT -5
((Enter Captain Marvel from Magik’s Room ))
Carol was fuming with anger as she flew through the air. It seemed that Agent Rasputin had decided to be funny today. Samuel Guthrie had arrived a bit late, actually cutting it quite close. She did not know what the hell Magik was thinking but she reached to Cannonball with her powers and both of them had disappeared. The group had been split and that was not the plan. In fact Carol was the senior member of the group in this situation and she was the one that had to make the decisions, not some girl who was still plenty of green behind the ears.
Up ahead Captain Marvel spotted the area they were sent to infiltrate, in order to apprehend the criminals. Magik and Cannonball had probably not even thought twice to just burst it. Which was what Carol was going to do right about...now. The ceiling was ripped as she came rushing in from the air. Man, she loved super strength. She turned in mid air and came flying toward a terrorist, who’s had were glowing with energy.
Magik had just finished with one of them and was doing her punch line, "Next time, I'll feed you to the demon horde that lives in the hell dimension where I grew up," and did not seem to notice the guy at her back. Carol hit into his chest as Illyana teleported back into the fight. She continued to fly on crushing him between the wall and her, which effectively got him knocked out.
She then turned and flew above the fight spotting Agent Rasputin but not Agent Guthrie. “Where is Cannoball?” she yelled at her Red Guard teammate.
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Post by Cannonball on Feb 4, 2006 11:34:23 GMT -5
The big guy's breathing was shallow, slowed, and then it at last stopped. The giant freak had stopped breathing, there was one dead mutant on the street and as he seemed to breath his last, on cue to the question from Ms. Marvel there came a boom resounding though the beast. Sam was mostly business, he wasn't looking to play, and he wasn't holding anything back.
These targets weren't prisoners in the making, but an outlet for his very poor mood. Still, he wasn't any worse for wear as he slipped from the beast's mouth. His uniform was still wet, but unwrinkled, and Mammomax was dead.
Three or four were down, and as he flew though the air looking for the next target, hoping that one of these would want to play.
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Post by Magik on Feb 4, 2006 16:01:24 GMT -5
And then the calvary arrived. If the calvary had taken on the form of one Ms. Marvel, who was looking less than pleased. Probably completely ticked off about Illyana's decision to teleport herself and Guthrie here without the rest of the team. She'd more than likely be hearing about that later.
Illyana rolled her eyes as Carol smacked one of the terrorists--one who had apparently managed to almost get the drop on her--into a wall. There wasn't even the slightest modicum of gratitude for the action; she just kept moving. One action to the next with little thought for any repercussions.
“Where is Cannoball?”
As one of the escaping terrorists vanished a stepping disc appeared in front of his feet, Illyana was about to point toward the heaving, gasping form of Mammomax when she noticed that the elephant man had stopped twitching. After a couple of seconds, Guthrie hauled himself out of the man's mouth, covered in projectile stomach acid, saliva and various other bodily fluids that Illyana really didn't care to think too hard about. She wasn't squeamish, half a lifetime in Limbo had pretty well beaten that out of her. It was just gross.
"There's the answer to your question," she muttered, porting the vanished terrorist back from Limbo. He was shaking, red scratches across his arms and face. It hadn't been her intention to leave him there for so long, but she'd gotten distracted. Comparatively, however, the demons had been more merciful than Sam.
With a wave of her hand, Illyana bound yet another man in the magical chains and then followed Cannonball's path across the sky with her eyes. "And they say I'm cold." Shaking her head, she joined her "pets" who were chasing another of the terrorists around in circles.
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 5, 2006 4:09:48 GMT -5
There was a loud explosive sound that came from the fallen terrorist, Mammomax. Soon enough Samuel exited out the mouth of the beast. Answering Carol’s question. Well at least they were doing a hell of a lot better job that the earlier SHIELD teams, and there was only three of them.
Rasputin was cleaning up very nicely. She had managed to teleport many of the criminals into...well God knows where. But Carol thought perhaps her little dimension Limbo. I mean what better form of punishment than a lifetime of torture in a demon dimension. At least that is what Carol would do if she reigned over a dimension like that.
Still right now was not a time for thinking. More like a time for acting. And taking down the rest of these creeps was what they were getting paid for. Flying up she landed behind a boy that seemed to be getting cozy with fireballs. How cozy? He had been throwing quite a few. Grasping his head in her hands she said, “We only need one of you for questioning. I guess you were unlucky.” Then she twisted and hard. Which snapped all the bones in his neck. Sometimes you just had to put on a little pressure.
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Post by Cannonball on Feb 5, 2006 12:47:28 GMT -5
Cold? Sam might have been called cold when it came down to a fight, but he saw it as being safe. Dead people rarely showed themselves to be much risk. Dead people were solve problems, they didn't need guards, didn't need prisons, and a person could be rather sure that they wouldn't be a problem again.
It wasn't cold, it was smart, and besides, for a woman who played with demons, Illyana seemed a little on the soft side. There she was after all, chasing after a man with her demons in tow, and it made Sam sigh as he closed in.
The human rocket charged past her, giving the Russian blond a little smile as he went. He plowed first into the back of one of Illyana's demons, which sent the beast flailing and then into the mutant she chased.
The beast was going mad. Confused, angry with what was being done to it and it took out its tempers on their target. The man was being clawed, bitten and torn apart until something else hit the three of them; a very solid wall. Man and monster were broken, shattered, and both killed as the brick had started to buckle under the weight of the organic mass. Sam just kept pushing as the surface started to crack; they were dead but why not be sure?
It was then that he heard something, a voice was inside his head and though muffled he could hear a woman's tone.
'leave them alone...'
He stopped, a little lady telepath had cut though the clutter and was in his head. She was trying to control him and managing some limited success. She made him stop, and Sam looked around, trying to see the woman who would dare oppose the Red Guard. They were villains, rebels, terrorists who opposed more then the Guard, but order, and peace.
He saw her. A raven haired girl, little older then Paige would have been. She was looking at him, she had to just to focus hard enough. The poor girl was having problems and as she made him stop attacking her allies, it didn't mean he couldn't hurt her.
"Damn little telepaths."
There was another explosion as Sam raced though the air, catching the beautiful young woman and lifting her, higher and higher into the air. Agent Guthrie was going straight up with his toy in tow. He was lifting her aloft and in the process smiled as innocently as he could before kissing the woman. She was on the wrong side; she wasn't on his side but his lips took hold of hers and his tongue slipped into her mouth high above the city, above the clouds.
'LET ME GO!'
It was the telepathic order he had been waiting for, the one that let him get away with the moral harm of killing an 'unarmed' woman. He let her go with a smile; he let her go and moved away as she stopped flying higher. She was falling, faster and faster towards the earth. She barely had time to scream before turning into a bloodied smear on the sidewalk.
Guthrie for his part landed not far from the other two.
"We done yet ladies?"
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Post by Magik on Feb 5, 2006 15:53:35 GMT -5
Illyana paused in her pursuit of the terrorist as she caught sight of Carol breaking the neck of the other pyrokinetic. It was cheaper to simply kill them; she knew that. The reasons made sense. Both Sam and Carol seemed to have decided to go ahead and kill whomever they could reach. Rather than dole out death, she had chosen to subdue and restrain. Small mercies that she couldn't really even explain to herself.
While she was otherwise occupied, Sam blasted ahead of her, charging into one of the demons as well as the terrorist they had been after. His grin made her shake her head, hands on her hips, watching. Well, if he and Carol had all the answers, they could do what they pleased.
The demon reacted the way that demons do when frightened: clawing at anything it could reach. And then Sam decided to slam them all into a wall. One demon and one terrorist down. The other demon, slightly spooked and only bruised, skittered to her side and cowered at her feet. "I think it's past time for you to get home, Fido," she muttered, opening a stepping disc under the creature's feet. He vanished in the blink of an eye, swallowed up in the yellow light even as Illyana focused on the fight again.
Porting herself and the two bound men to Carol's side, she followed Guthrie with her eyes. He had found the telepath, a girl, young by the looks of her. Illyana shook her head as Sam let the girl go. It would have been easy to save her. Carol could fly, and all Illyana needed to do was open a stepping disc under the falling body. Neither bothered to move a muscle.
The girl hit the pavement with a resounding crack.
"We done yet ladies?"
"I'd say this puts us at check and mate, Sammy boy," she said as he touched down on the ground. "Want to keep these two for questioning, Carol, or should we just go ahead and kill them, too?" she indicated the two bound men with a hand even as her hair fell into her face, obscuring her eyes from view. Her Soulsword flickered away, taking the armor with it as she reverted to her normal Red Guard uniform. Another day, another mission. One more step toward paying back what was owed. Sometimes she wondered if it was even worth balancing the scales.
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 6, 2006 1:53:53 GMT -5
Agent Guthrie was flying all over the battle taking care of anyone he saw in sight. Very good reactions on his part it would seem that he had improved in his skills. At the moment, Carol watched as he took off against a young girl. Telepathic, it seemed she had tried to grab a hold of his mind. Next time he should not leave his scrambler at home.
Magik teleported with two prisoners to her side. At the same moment the girl Cannoball had attacked came plummeting to the ground. Captain Marvel could actually hear a crack as she hit the concrete. The girl would most likely be dead, only people with invulnerability could survive a fall from that altitude.
"We done yet ladies?" Samuel called out cocky as he usually was.
Illyana answered his question as he landed beside them, "I'd say this puts us at check and mate, Sammy boy. Want to keep these two for questioning, Carol, or should we just go ahead and kill them, too?"
The question took Carol by surprise, perhaps they had been a bit ruthless, “No, these two will be handed over to be interrogated by the psychic division. There has been enough death today.”
“Over all team, job well done.” she continued then turned to Illyana, “Agent Guthrie, inform the squad outside of the situation. Agent Rasputin, may I have a word with you.”
Carol waited till the girl agreed, once they were out ear-shot she spoke, “Remember, Illyana, those people had not problem killing many of other squads. People you knew. Don’t focus on the dark part of our job.”
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Post by Cannonball on Feb 6, 2006 13:02:01 GMT -5
Well, even Sam was a little shocked by the question from the little Russian princess. Taking out an opposing force was one thing, but killing prisoners without a due trial? The look he gave her was a tad on the frightened side. To say the least, he was concerned.
"Illyana?" He asked quietly, though unsure if he had actually heard her right, but then Carol the masked wonder cut in. She explained things and Guthrie was in full agreement, though he didn't feel the need to nod more then the once when asked to go and inform the others of the mess that had now been cleaned up.
Marvel may not have been his boss, not really but his male sensor was warning him of some sort of oncoming woman talk. It was likely one of those things best avoided so he just took off into the air.
[Exit Stage Left]
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