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| INCOMING!; Close encounters of the Warlock Kind | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 22 2014, 11:54 AM (269 Views) | |
| Warlock | Jun 22 2014, 11:54 AM Post #1 |
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Featuring: Warlock: Date: September 2nd Time of Day: Evening Place: Xavier institute grounds The X-men backup had just left to go provide assistance to Generation X at the local mall. They had been gone for nearly ten minutes. So, really, the ones who had been left behind, who had been there for any length of time, should have been expecting something strange to happen at any moment. It began with a whistling sound. Something was moving through the air VERY quickly. The noise was short-lived,and terminated with the sound of trees snapping and a landing that sent a shockwave through the school. The object had been moving so quickly that friction had made it VERY hot. So hot that a small, dry conifer tree ignited just from contact. dirt and debris rained down hundreds of feet away from the impact site... The sound was a deafening BOOOOOOOOOM that left ground and fixtures in the mansion rattling. In all, it was unlikely that one would be able to miss the fact that something had just landed, very hard,very fast, out on the grounds. This was further complicated by alarms blaring to life citing the emergency. The school's automated systems had only what was in their programming to use to judge the appropriate response to the situation. Warning screens showed possible attack imminent, as what had landed bore a striking resemblance to artillery fire. Trajectory of the attack was mapped, ad showed that,as far as the computer could tell, it had started very far away... Though, who, exactly was seeing these warnings was a mystery,as the entirety of the X-Men were currently deployed. Meanwhile, out in the woods, an alien life form was recovering from its arrival. Warlock was low on power. He sat in his crater, attempting to work out just how best to remedy that situation. He didn't even really have the power to resume his default state. His Airplane-like form (that he had assumed to glide in after using the last of his propulsive energy to dodge a terrestrial craft) had been damaged by the crash. He was still mostly intact, though. He activated his scanner for possible sources of lifeglow... and immediately had to re-calibrate said scanner. Many sources nearby, most fleeing.Some, however, in soil nearby. A few worms near the surface were quickly converted by tendrils nearly their size.Not much lifeglow. But after so long in the void of space, he desperately needed to re-fill his energy stores. A nest of moles soon followed. Better. More complex life-form. He would need something larger if he was going to resume proper functionality. One by one, other systems came back online. He began with scanners. Plethora of signals. Language analysis resuming. Seek method of communication.Find SelfFriend Doug. High above the Earth, however,something else was making a much more measured approach. It had detected the fleeing technarch... Amazing creatures, the technarch. Properly subdued, it could be the greatest anti-life-form weapon in the universe. The fact that no-one had, as far as anyone knew, succeeded in subduing a technarch did not matter to this particular being. This one, though, looked like it was low on power. Never would it get a chance like this again. It had to capitalize on it. Its craft angled down into the atmosphere of the remote planet. It almost laughed at the pitiful detection technologies of the indigenous life forms. There was nothing on the planet, save the technarch itself, that would be able to detect its approach. And nothing would stand in its way. Summary: Something landed in the woods. Hard. Something else is coming to look for it. Tag: Trainees, and anyone left hanging around the Institute. OOC: Storyteller for this thread is, obviously, Michael. |
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| X-23 | Jun 22 2014, 09:00 PM Post #2 |
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Featuring: X-23: Date: September 2nd Time of Day: Evening Place: Institute grounds Her name was Laura. Laura. The name had been etched into the tree near where she had been sleeping this past week, so that it would be the first thing she saw when she woke. It reassured the girl, helped convince her that this was not an elaborate and cruel exercise. She was free, and she was was not going back into the hell that she had escaped from. She would die first. That was why she was being so careful now. At least, that was what she told herself. For the past week, since she had followed the familiar, familial scent all the way to this... Institute, Laura had resisted the urge to present herself. Instead, she had scouted the grounds, had quite literally stalked everyone that emerged, using the forest as cover. Because she had to be careful. At least, that's what she told herself. And it wasn't quite a lie. She did have to be careful. But the larger reason for Laura's hesitance was her nervousness. Her awkwardness. She knew the scent, knew why it was familiar. It was his scent. Weapon X. Her father. So she remained hesitant, unsure of how she should present herself, or if she should at all. It would be easier to leave. To keep moving and stay ahead of those that were after her, because they surely were. And if she left now, with the idea that her father might or might not have rejected her, she didn't have to experience the actual rejection. After all, wasn't a fifty percent chance of rejection better than the one hundred percent chance that it risked? Still, she hadn't quite convinced herself to leave. Crouched next to her tree, eating the remains of the rabbit that she had caught, Laura's inner musing were interrupted by a high pitched whistling noise. Immediately, her head turned upward, toward the source. Something... very fast... was moving through the air. Laura was already moving by the time of the subsequent earth shattering crash. The thing... whatever it was, clearly presented a threat. If it was from Weapon X, she had to stop it before it did whatever it had been sent to do. Whether it was a missile of some kind, a bomb, or a delivery system of some other kind, she needed to be closer to find out. The alarms, at best, were as annoying as the deafening sound of the crash itself. They pounded loudly against her skull, reminding Laura painfully of the sensory-overload training she had gone through again and again. Slowing as she approached the spot where the thing had crashed, Laura stopped at the edge of the crater. The smell was... unfamiliar. Not biological. Frowning, she looked down at the... thing in the hole. Her fists clenched slightly. If this was another weapon of some kind sent from Weapon X... “You are not man made.” She stated flatly and certainly. It didn't look like anything that she recognized. Quite ignoring the fact that she was an intruder to this place as well, Laura began to scan the device in the hole, looking for any threat it might present. Summary: Laura never went through the 'stranger danger' discussions. Then again, she tends to be the dangerous one. Tag: Warlock: Other Trainees, Open Edited by X-23, Jun 23 2014, 05:04 AM.
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| Spike | Jun 23 2014, 02:51 AM Post #3 |
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Featuring: Spike: Date: September 2nd Time of Day: Evening Place: Institute Grounds Some folks actually had been trying to study when the alarms went off. Evan had been looking at the various homework he'd been assigned and had actually been looking at it. Yet as much as he'd been concentrating, the crash cut through the haze in a hurry. Looking up, Spike thought Who has some weird music or TV show going? Then common sense pierced that fog as he realized that it wasn't some movie and was an actual crash as the alarms kicked in. After that, Spike had to figure out what to do. He knew that his aunt wasn't at the Institute at the moment, and that most if not all of the staff was occupied. So he knew whatever happened, it was up to whoever was left to look into it. So what would my aunt do? Evan asked himself. The answer was simple. Spike knew that she'd go out and see if anyone was hurt. Knowing that, Evan quickly slipped on his training uniform and hit the door, running for the outdoors and the source of the explosion. Feet hit sidewalk and grass as he got outside and kept running. Yet he also knew that there was a chance that this was some enemy of the X-Men, so he couldn't just run straight into it. A thought triggered bone plates to grow tightly around his body, enough to protect him a little while not impacting his mobility. Small spikes extended from his knees, elbows and knuckles in case of a fight. Finally, he didn't head straight for the crash but tried to go around to flank it. He knew that some bad guys had enhanced senses, so it wouldn't hurt to have the wind blowing against him just in case. Though he had to admit that he really had no idea what to do when he saw a strange brunette and some glowing and shifting gold and black thing in some crater. Though he did have to admit that the gold and black thing looked like it might have caused the big crater. Keeping his distance, Evan said "Ummm..... I don't think I know who you are or what that is...." Blinking and looking at the woman and strange device,, Spike said "Welcome to the Xavier Institute? I never have been the welcoming committee, so I'm not sure how it goes, especially when there is a crater in the ground." A worried expression crossed his face as he asked "That thing isn't going to blow up is it?" Summary: Spike has no idea what is going on, but is trying to be helpful. Tag: Warlock: X-23: Other trainees Edited by Spike, Jun 23 2014, 04:37 AM.
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| Rhetoric | Jun 24 2014, 04:00 AM Post #4 |
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Featuring: Rhetoric: Date: September 2nd Time of Day: Evening Place: Institute Grounds Liv had been passed out in the rec room, a half eaten bowl of popcorn in her lap and the DVD menu for season six, disc three of Supernatural repeating itself over and over on the TV. The little mutant was sprawled, one leg thrown over the back of the couch as she snored nearly as loudly as her dog. Whoa mirrored his human, flat on his back and splay legged, his long tongue hanging out as he gurgled and snored. Classy as ever. The alarms caused a brief moment of panic. Popcorn, pillows and at least one good curse flew as Liv tripped over Whoa in her haste to orient herself to what the hell was happening. She wasn't entirely unfamiliar with the random bells and whistles, but usually they had a little warning when the adults were running a drill. The campus was mostly emptied out... There were a bunch of kids and a whole lot of noise. Curious, she stepped out of the rec room just in time to see Spike bolt past in full training uniform and Liv raised an eyebrow. "Well, shit." If something was going down, Liv would be most useful if she wasn't herself. And she wasn't going to let Spike go have all the fun on his own. "Whoa? Let's go keep the bone-head company." They followed Spike out the door and Liv simply shed her pajama pants and t-shirt on the path. One second she was a human girl in Forge's homemade shifting gear, and the next there were two almost identical massive dogs running after Spike. One Ovchraka was a barely two, all fluff and muscle and teeth. The other was a bit heavier, more muscular, and even faster. A full two years older, the real Whoa was used to running next to his genetic match. Liv took the shape of the dog she initially bonded with years ago. She had a two year old mutt integrated in her DNA. No matter how old Whoa got, Liv turned into the same dog every time. Neither dog barked as it trailed behind Spike. They were both alert, Liv's nose was in the air, wuffling loudly while Whoa had his snout buried in the dirt. "Balls," Liv growled as she pulled up short next to her two-legged friend. The crater grabbed her attention first while Whoa started licking at Spike's hand in what he thought was a soothing gesture. Liv's ears were pinned, teeth barred as she took in the mess. There weren't really any smells in there that she could identify. But she could smell the stranger. "Whoa," Liv growled to her dog, unsure if she wanted to turn back to her human form. On the one hand, she couldn't speak to either Spike or the girl who was inspecting the crater with a muzzle but she had the advantage of the dog's size and teeth like this. If things went badly, no one ever expected the animals to have human intelligence and that was handy. But Liv only had thirty minutes out of her own shape. She had to make a choice... Liv showed her teeth to the girl, hackles raised. "Eyes open, buddy." Summary: Liv follows Spike and stays canine for the exchange. Tag: Warlock, X-23, Spike Edited by Rhetoric, Jun 24 2014, 04:01 AM.
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| Cypher | Jun 24 2014, 04:49 AM Post #5 |
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Featuring: Cypher: Date: September 2nd Time of Day: Evening Place: Institute grounds This place was even better on the inside! Sure, Doug Ramsey had ridden past the imposing gates of the Xavier Institute. What resident of Salem Center hadn't in the last couple of years? Catching the occasional glimpse of one of the residents flying around, or seeing a stray laser show, was almost a rite of passage for the town youth. Being the hometown of the X-Men was kind of amazing, and most of the people Doug knew thought it gave Salem Center a bit of prestige. But if Pre-Mutant Doug had thought that taking his bike past the school with a group of friends, hoping to see something interesting was great, then actually being inside the place was amazing. The two days of school had passed in a kind of bewilderingly exciting blur. Doug had barely been able to stop giggling in glee each time one of the actual X-Men showed up to teach math or science. Seriously! It was like walking into autoshop and having a freaking Transformer start explaining things! At the moment, Doug was walking through the lower halls of the main building. Ostensibly, he was going to the kitchen for food before he'd go back to the library to study some more. Realistically, he was stalling becausefortheloveofgodit'sthex-menwhocouldbeexpectedtofocusontrig? When the sudden artillery-like explosion happened, followed by alarms that he had no idea what to do about, Doug froze. “Oh man.” He cringed to himself. “When I wished I could do something besides homework, I forgot how seriously this place probably takes those kind of requests.” He turned and moved to the doorway, staring out at the obvious place of impact. The right thing to do was to barricade himself somewhere safe and wait for the all-clear. That was the right, safe, sane thing to do. “Mom's gonna kill me.” He decided, before opening the door to go out there. After all, he was (sort of) an X-Man in training now, wasn't he? Never mind his combat-useless power and utter lack of training, he had to show that he wasn't going to run and hide all the time. Besides, he was curious. It didn't take long for Doug to find where the others had gathered, around the crater. There was a girl he didn't recognize (Not that that meant much), a couple of dogs, and another boy. And they were all standing around a hole where something... oh wow, something really weird and awesome was perched. “Is that a drone? Did a drone crash in our backyard?” Doug asked before blinking at the nearest dog. “Also, uhhh, did you just say 'eyes open, buddy'?” Torn between staring at the dog, and the gold-black thing in the crater, the latter finally won out. Doug crouched down and peered at the thing. “Do... you think it's dangerous?” He asked hesitantly. “And is it making that dog talk? I swear I've seen a movie about this before.” He decided to address his question to the crashed... thing. "Hello? Are you dangerous? My name's Doug. If uhhh, there's anything to respond to me?" Summary: Doug ignores common sense. Tag: Warlock: X-23: Spike: Rhetoric: Open Edited by Cypher, Jun 24 2014, 04:51 AM.
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| Catseye | Jun 29 2014, 08:10 AM Post #6 |
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Featuring:Catseye: Date: September 2nd Time of Day:Evening Place:Institute grounds Prettylady and Glassesman weren't there, because they were too busy being on a mission, which meant that Sharon was in charge of watching the Baby. Even though the Baby wasn't really a baby anymore, she was still little, and she still needed someone to take care of her. Sharon was glad that Prettylady and Glassesman let her take care of the Baby, and she thought that the Baby was pretty glad too. That night, they were curled up on Prettylady and Glassesman's bed, watching a TV show about a monkey. It was boring, but the Baby really liked it, and so Sharon decided that she would pretend to like it too. Unfortunately, she only made it about ten minutes before she nodded off to sleep. She didn't wake up until she heard a sound that was very strange and very not good. It was a whistling, almost, and she craned her neck to look out the window, eyes widening as she spotted the source of the sound right as it started to hit trees. There was a big boom, and Sharon turned to make sure that the Baby was okay, then picked her up right away and covered her ears, making her way as fast as she could to the safe place that Glassesman had told her to go to if the alarms ever went off when she was with the Baby. She gathered a couple of other people along the way, and after she was sure that they were all safe and the Baby was with another person who Prettylady and Glassesman let watch her, she turned to head outside, away from the alarms and to whatever it was that had made the noise. With all of the X-Men away, she couldn't let whatever it was get any closer and maybe hurt the Baby. She just couldn't. As she headed away from the safe place, she shifted into her panther form, clumsy people footsteps giving way to confident, long strides as she bounded out into the yard. It wasn't hard to follow the scents of all of the other people who had made it out there before her, and as she got closer and closer to where the big thing had landed, the smell of that was enough to give her solid directions. The smells were weird, and not just because they were mixed with dog smell. She'd never really smelled anything exactly like it before. Keeping low to the ground, she stepped in to peer down into the crater, a growl caught in her throat. The other people seemed to be acting, for the most part, like it wasn't a threat... but how could they know that? It just broke a lot of trees and set off all the alarms and scared the Baby. It couldn't be good. "What is?" Sharon reformed her mouth just enough to be able to speak, keeping her voice calm but still authoritative, trying to do it the way that Glassesman did but probably not really getting it right. She narrowed her eyes slightly at the girl who was standing over the Yellowthing, realizing that she was also a completely unfamiliar face. Cocking her head to the side, she asked the girl, "Who are you? Is do this too?" Summary: Sharon is late... and also very confused. Tag:Warlock: X-23: Spike: Rhetoric: Open |
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| Rusty | Jun 30 2014, 05:13 PM Post #7 |
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Featuring: Rusty: Date: September 2nd Time: Evening Location: Institute grounds Rusty had been in the shower when everything went insane because things never happened when you were prepared for them. The moment that he felt the impact, he frowned and shut the water off. The alarms that followed were met by the pyrokinetic frantically trying to towel himself off while also pulling his clothing on. And since he hadn't brought his training outfit with him into the shower, that meant just jeans and a t-shirt. Getting jeans on his wet body, however, was not working out very well. Rusty tripped and fell into the wall, hands too tangled in trying to get his pants up to brace his fall so he ended up making a startled noise. Finally able to push himself up, Rusty groaned and then immediately took off down the hall, poking his head into various rooms as he did so, trying to determine how bad things were while he was on his way. The only thing he could think of was that he needed to get outside. He needed to keep whatever it was that was happening out of the mansion so that it couldn't get at the kids who were still inside. He just hoped that maybe some of the older, more formidable students at the school had ideas similar to his and were outside. This was definitely a situation where there was going to be safety in numbers. "Stupid. The X-men are gone. There was gonna be an emergency. Always is. Stupid," he muttered at himself as he made his way through the halls, down the stairs--only almost falling two times--and then out the door. Once he was outside, it wasn't difficult to find where the commotion was. As he approached, Rusty caught sight of several people that he knew, including his roommate, as well as a giant hole in the yard. "There goes any chance of being in the Better Homes and Garden magazine for best landscaping," he immediately joked, unable to stop himself. In addition to Spike, Rusty recognized a few other students who had already made it out. He didn't know who the dark haired girl was, though, or the thing in the crater. "Maybe we should all be taking a couple of steps back while we get this sorted out," he offered, immediately trying to put himself between his friends and the strangers in a protective fashion. Considering how out of sorts he looked with his wet hair, inside out t-shirt and jeans sticking to his legs, though, he wasn't sure anyone was gonna listen to him. Summary: Rusty would very much like for everyone to step away from potential danger, thank you. Tag: Warlock:, X-23:, Spike:, Rhetoric:, Catseye:, Open |
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| Warlock | Jun 30 2014, 05:56 PM Post #8 |
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Featuring: Warlock:, and something else Date: September 2nd Time: Evening Location: Xavier Mansion grounds Pressure waves. That was the first thing Warlock detected. Short-distance pressure waves emanating from the organic creatures in his environment. Regular.Familiar. He compared the waveforms to others he had encountered in the datastreams of this planet. A brief comparison found similar waveforms were on several recordings. Warlock was able to intuit that thiswas the native lifeform's primarymeans of communication. Logical. Creatures, completely organic. Little to no post-natal augmentation, chance of communication via electronic signals minimal. Just then, Warlock's tendrils, obscured under the earth, managed to locate a rabbit that had been trapped and partially crushed by his impact. The instant the tendrils made contact with the dying creature, its body was taken over by the techno-organic virus that made up Warlock's body. In a flash, the creature became made of the same material that Warlock was. And, since it was alive, its lifeglow was added to his own. On the surface, the gathered mutants would see the gold parts glow briefly. That was just what Warlock needed.That brought him back into proper operational parameters. Now was when things started to become... strange. In font of Doug, a piece of the device changed. It became something rather like an eye. Not merely a camera, heretofore concealed by a panel, but a portion of the surface re-formed itself into something like an eye. The rest of the caft began to reform and change. THe craft's wings became arms. Its fuselage turned into a torso, and legs emerged. From the head, hundreds of small points emerged like hairs. Each was a different type of scanner, locking onto one of hundreds of different signals around it. Another eye formed, as it adopted a vaguely human-like form. A noise emerged... Purely digital, entirely synthesized. Completely foreign. To everyone except for Doug Ramsey. The pattern of sound, accompanied by lights from what was forming into a face, would look remarkably similar to the 'language game' he had been playing for several weeks. By the time the change had finished, what had started as a relatively small unmanned aerial vehicle was now a humanoid shape, standing nearly five feet tall. It kept emitting the strange noise, and same pattern of lights. When Doug's abilities would allow him to parse what was being said, he would realize it was asking a question... over and over again. {Where is Selffriend?} Meanwhile, it was pulling in as much data as it could possibly force through every form of connection it could establish... It was applying all of its considerable processing power into trying to learn how to communicate. The creature in orbit had been having trouble tracking the Technarch. Its power signature had been faint enough on his initial detection of the creature. Once it had hit atmosphere, it had gone almost completely dark. It had been some time since he had been able to locate the signals... But, if the information on the Technarch was true, the rich organic life of this planet would provide the technarch with no shortage of material to rebuild and restore itself. There! It was showing up on scanners again. THe craft was angled, directed toward the source of the signal. The technarch wasn't trying to hide. It hadn't detected him yet. He moved as fast as he dared. A surge in propulsion could be the only warning the technarch needed to become aware of his presence. He would never get another chance like this. He could not afford to make a mistake now. Summary: Warlock finds enough to eat to assume a more lifelike form He attempts to communicate. Tag: X-23:, Cypher:, Spike:, Rhetoric:, Catseye:, Rusty:, Others OOC: You've got at least one more round before the ominous creature from space arrives. |
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| X-23 | Jul 7 2014, 11:57 AM Post #9 |
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Featuring: X-23: Date: September 2nd Time of Day: Evening Place: Institute grounds Laura heard and smelled the boy and the two dogs approaching, but her focus was on the strange device in the crater. She spared him barely a glance, a brief look that nonetheless sized up his potential threat, dismissed it as minimal, and then returned her attention to the fallen device. Her voice was cold and factual. “My arrival and that of this device are not connected to my knowledge. I have not encountered it before.” His next question was met with another flat look. “I do not know. Perhaps.” Rather than abandoning it, however, Laura leaned in closer to sniff at the air around it. She could have explained more, perhaps (like who the hell she was for example), but remained silent while the next boy apparently tried to talk to the thing. The arrival of the talking purple panther was at least enough to make the girl blink once, head tilting a little as she digested that. “Why do people assume I know what this is?” She wondered aloud. “I have only just seen it as well.” “I have come to find my father.” She finally explained. “And then found this.” Laura turned her attention back to the thing in time for another boy to approach and suggest they move back. To that, she simply shook her head. “If it is dangerous enough to pose a threat from three feet away, it will be equally dangerous from ten feet away. I, however, less so. Moving away reduces my ability to react to any threat far more than it increases any potential protection.” Her attention returned fully to the device as some of the gold parts began to glow. Then an... eye... emerged or... changed... appeared. Laura frowned slightly, staring as the device... changed... forming into a humanoid shape. The moment the thing straightened up and began to make noises... strangely digital noises, twin claws popped from each of Laura's hands with the distinctive snikt noise that those who spent any time at the Institute were well familiar with. “Stop.” She ordered the thing, not knowing what the noises it was making could mean, or signify, or be calling for. Summary: Laura responds to people and to the changing device. Tag: Warlock: Cypher: Spike: Rhetoric: Catseye: Rusty: Edited by X-23, Jul 7 2014, 11:58 AM.
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| Spike | Jul 9 2014, 03:27 AM Post #10 |
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Featuring: Spike: Date: September 2nd Time of Day: Evening Place: Institute Grounds Evan for his part glanced at what he thought of as Big Whoa (who was the actual Whoa) and Little Whoa (who was Liv), and didn't mind having the sharper noses and ears around. Taking a step ahead of them to put his lightly armored self ahead so he could take the hit, Spike looked at the panther form of Catseye and the disheveled and wet appearing Rusty. Having those two around in a weird situation put him a bit more at ease since his flamethrower of a roommate and the panther like shapeshifter as back up along with the two large dogs helped. Seeing Doug approaching the crater made Spike flinch. "Hey man," Evan said. "Like Rusty said, we don't know what that is. Might need to keep some distance." Yet he found himself inching closer to try to help Doug if he needed it. Hearing the strange woman saying she was looking for her father had Spike wondering if the X-Men were about to be drug into some paternity suit. That really isn't what I ever thought about happening when I wanted to become a member of the X-Men, Spike thought. He cautiously asked "Do you have any idea who this father is?" Evan asked. Though then the drone looking thing shifted into some odd gold and black humanoid thing or person. Blinking at that, Spike took a step back as his armor thickened up, saying less than eloquently "Whoa. What is that?" Evan had no idea what the flashing lights were, but slightly lengthened his knee, elbow and knuckle spikes instinctively. Whatever that creation or being was, it was more fancy than any tech Evan had ever seen. And with Beast and Forge as members of the X-Men, the tech at the Institute was a lot more advanced than most. Maybe some sort of mix of shapeshifting and cyberpathy? Spike wondered. But then a familiar sound of unsheathing adamantium claws echoed in the area. Blinking at the two claws on each of the new woman's hands, Spike's eyes widened in shock and horror as he softly said "Crap..... What the hell did those bad guys they went to fight do to Wolverine?" Summary: Spike makes a horrible assumption regarding X-23. He also has no idea about what the heck Warlock is. Tag: |
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| Rhetoric | Jul 10 2014, 02:35 AM Post #11 |
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Featuring: Rhetoric: Date: September 2nd Time of Day: Evening Place: Grounds *I'm going to pee on it.* Whoa's cheerful bark was accompanied by a wagging tail and a slobbery tongue slipping out the side of his mouth. The giant dog had sniffed at Laura across the crater and found her not at all interesting. Instead his attention was on the little glider/plane thingy. He liked it. He wanted it. Liv had other ideas. "You are not allowed to pee on it. Just stay away from it until we know what it is. If you get blown up, I'll be annoyed. That goes for all of you, oh balls. Who invited the Ginger?" Quite the crowd had gathered at the crater. Aside from Spike and Liv, the purple panther had appeared silently out of the night, all claws and teeth and awesomeness. Some blonde dude was there... "Bet your cute butt I did!" Another animal linguist? That could be cool. Then there was Rusty. Firebrand extraordinaire. He smelled clean for a change, like soap instead of his usual charred-ness. Two things seemed to happen at once and Liv yelped, hiding all two-hundred and thirty pounds of herself behind Spike's lean figure. First, the nagging presence of an animal... small, unseen, hurt by the impact of the unidentified no longer flying object, suddenly simply... ceased to exist. Well, not entirely. It definitely wasn't alive anymore but Liv could still feel it, changing, compacting... Like a rat being pushed down the gullet of a snake. Her own stomach dropped. "Shit, that thing is alive. And it's feeding. NO, WHOA! DO NOT GO NEAR IT." If it could digest a small critter it might decide a huge dog would be next on the menu. Or two. Or a group of kids. The hair on her back stood straight up, making her fluffy canine shape seem all the larger as she snarled and growled, teeth bared at the slowly morphing THING in the crater. She almost didn't notice Laura's very familiar claws. "Oh god..." She wasn't sure if she were more horrified about the now weirdly humanoid THING in the crater or the realization of who exactly Laura had come to find. "Someone spawned with that bad tempered hairy midget?!" *...You should have let me pee on it.* Summary Liv doesn't know if she's supposed to fight or......... Tag: Everyone Edited by Rhetoric, Jul 10 2014, 02:14 PM.
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| Cypher | Jul 17 2014, 12:37 PM Post #12 |
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Featuring: Cypher: Date: September 2nd Time of Day: Evening Place: Institute grounds Poor Doug had no idea what he'd walked into. Which, considering that this had started with a strange object cratering into the ground like an artillery shell, was probably pretty bad. For a moment, he was distracted from the strange device by the dog actually responding to him... after telling everyone involved not to pee on the device. “Uhh, good advice...” He frowned in confusion before looking quickly back to the strange thing while others were showing up looking for answers. “Alive? Feeding? Uh, the dog says that thing is feeding on... something. Maybe uhh...” He gestured at Rusty, not knowing the boy's name. “... he has a point, we should get away while we...” Doug trailed off as the... thing that had fallen was changing. It didn't look like a drone-plane anymore, it looked... humanoid? And it was making noises. Lots of... vaguely familiar... noises... And now apparently the dark haired girl had claws and was threatening the thing. “Wait!” Doug, idiot that he could be, threw himself between the strange girl and the strange... robot... thing. “Wait, he's talking! He's trying to communicate, just... just give me a minute...” Looking back to the thing, Doug's brow furrowed. The noises, the sounds and the lights... they were like... oh god, they were like the puzzle game he had been working on. “Where... Where was... Where was—no, is. Where is... Self... Where am I? No, no, not where am I... Where is... self... where... is... self... trust—no—friend. Where is Self-Friend? He's asking where his friend is... self-friend... He's here for his friend, he's not trying to hurt anybody.” He touched his own chest. “We're not going to hurt you. We'll find your friend. Do you understand? I'm Doug. I'm Doug. Just... don't eat anyone.” Summary: Doug communicates. Tag: Warlock: X-23: Spike: Rhetoric: Catseye: Rusty: Open |
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