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 Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2019 10:35 am
 
Daylia returned to the shared dorm room. She balanced several bowls in her hands as a few ziplock baggies dangled from her fingers. It was a precarious situation, but one she had managed time and time again. She stopped in front of the closed door and cursed through her teeth as she clutched a paper cup there. "Ofen za door!" She called as she lightly kicked it in a knocking fashion. It was clear she hadn’t thought this though enough to leave the door cracked so she could get back in. Of course, she hadn’t exactly planned on coming back with so much stuff either.
A few moments ticked by before Gracie opened the door. The dark-haired witchy woman snickered before trying to help Daylia lessen the load. She took a few of the bowls and the other paper cup that had been held in the crook of her arm. Daylia made her way in and deposited the rest of her handhelds on the bed before taking the cup out of her mouth.
"Another successful scavenging mission if I do say so myself." She said as she looked to the goodies she had brought back with her. There were two of everything. Two bowls of popcorn, two bowls of potato chips, two bowls of dip, and several baggies of candy.
Her eyes turned to the TV in their room as Gordon Ramsay held up a dead mouse. "Oh my god, ******** ew!" She said before taking back her seat and pulling a bowl of popcorn into her lap. She dumped some of the M&M’s she found into the mix. "What did I miss?" She asked before popping a few pieces into her mouth.
A few episodes into their marathon their communicators went off. Confusion crossed Daylia’s face as she looked to her partner in crime as they listened. Her eyes went to the device sitting on her nightstand as both her name and Gracie’s were called out, causing her confusion to deepen. She scrambled for the device. "Wait… Wait, wait wait, what? What?!" Her eyes found Gracie again as she waited for a response as the sudden jolt gave way to panic.
The voice came back. "You’ve been here a long time, we have the utmost confidence in you. Please meet with Forge and the rest of your team."
Daylia’s mouth was left gaping. Who in the world would ever trust them with something like this?! "What?!" Her voice was louder, though this time it was directed towards Gracie instead of the voice on the other line of the comm device.
She stood up and began pacing back and forth. "Okay, okay, everything will be fine, we got this." She mumbled as her head shook back and forth obviously disagreeing with the words that were coming out of her mouth. "Alright, alright, let's go." She said as she clapped her hands together. It was all too obvious that she was hesitant about this whole thing.
------ To Battle ------
The team (August, Aurelie, Gabriel, Darius, Alexander, Juniper, Marcellus, Daylia, and Gracie) stood behind the police line. Daylia stood awkwardly in her uniform, complete with a derpy looking chameleon mask. Some of the officers stopped to look at the motley crew of mutants that had been sent for back up before going about their business.
The officers moved quickly, shouting orders back and forth. "Wha-what do we do?" Daylia asked as she leaned into Gracie. "Do we- do we ask whos in charge?" Getting the affirmative, Daylia pulled aside one of the passing officers and asked him who they needed to speak with. He pointed off in a random direction before going back to his business.
With a shrug, she made her way in the direction the man had pointed. "You’re here, finally." The man in charge said as he waved them over.
"I, uh yeah." Daylia said with a nod. "What uh, what do we need to know?" Oh this was so painfully awkward.
The man gave a heavy sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "We got a man back there, a ******** mutie that none of my men can seem to touch." He didn’t even bother to watch his wording as he gave them the rundown. "We need you to take him down so we can get to the rest of them. That’s what you’re supposed to be here for. Fight ******** muties with muties." Daylia found herself frowning as she listened to the angry officer. "His skin is rock hard, everything we throw at him just bounces off, and he seems to be inhumanly strong. That enough? ******** do your job."
It was obvious he wasn’t thrilled with their involvement, and Daylia could only assume the cooperation orders had come down from someone in a much higher position than himself. "Gotcha, we’ll do what we can." She said trying to keep any animosity out of her voice before turning back to the team.
Plan, they needed a plan, something Daylia was running dry on.
 Location:❀On the field of battle
With:❀Team Nova
Thoughts:❀Oh god, what do we do?
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2019 5:42 pm
  xxxxxxxxxDon't you know too much already
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI'll only hurt you if you let me
xxxxxxxxCall me friend but keep me closer
xxxxxxxxxxxxAnd I'll call you when the party's over
xxxQuiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
xxxAnd I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Party /// Company: Gabe > Blake, Felix
Alice didn’t want to listen. She had heard, and seen, enough. She was over the behavior of her friend, though honestly, this wouldn’t bother her if it was just a friend issue. She was fooling herself if that is what she claimed this would be. Her eyes rolled as Chuck tried his best to calm her anger. She was already pissed, he was better off going belly up. He claimed, at first, that they were just talking. Alice’s eyes long on his as he corrected his statement. She knew better.
Finally, between her anger and the alcohol, she spilled. She let loose everything she was thinking. She wasn’t the type to get tears in her eyes the angrier she became. She owned her anger, cultivated it. She nurtured it because she knew how to use it. Her feet were moving as she walked away from even Chuck’s outrage at her accusation. Thank God her feet were numb, but she was still tempted to take her heels off once she was in the hall.
She slowed when she reached it, finally. Her hand braced herself against the wall as she slipped herself free of her heels. She hooked them through her fingers and let them hang at her side. It was better than laying into the wall, though she wanted to throw one hell of a tantrum. But she was a grown up.
Alice turned when she heard someone approach, ready to tell Chuck exactly what she wanted from him right now, and none of it would be kind. Instead, she met a different friend. She sighed softly, folding against the wall as if her body weight a metric ton. “Yeah. Peachy like Georgia,” her voice dripped with sarcasm. “No offense, but dudes are ******** stupid.” Bitter sarcasm. The best kind.
“I should just go to bed and ignore this entire night. It was a disaster from the start. But hey, at least I looked badass for a few hours.” Her jaw tightened a bit before she shook her head, laughing bitterly. “Thanks though. Most people aren’t brave enough to follow me when I got that look on my face.”
“Anyway, goodnight, Roland.” She waved the hand that held her heels at him before she turned and started making her way back to her dorm, wanting to distance herself from this night as much as possible.
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Alice had spent the last few days focused on working out and on pretty much nothing else. She had been avoiding Chuck like he was contagious and it wasn’t helping. She didn’t like not talking to him. There was so much the two of them shared, so the simple fact that he had been on her s**t list was really throwing her off. Thank God she had Blake.
She had just finished a workout and was getting changed, post-shower, in her room when she heard the call from the Professor. She sighed when her name was spoken. Her eyes went to the ceiling, for reasons she didn’t know. She was the last person to pray. Whatever it was for, it got her changed faster and sent her to go find Blake. At least they were going to be on a team together.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2019 7:22 pm
Big dawg, autobiography
Make moves with the bros, no choreographies
She told me I'm the one, I looked over, said obviously
Then looked up in the mirror like, who the ******** stopping me, huh?
Self-made to make that hell of a recipe (goddamn)
And if you not down with me, you offending me (no)
I'm so righteous, I'm praying for my enemies (pray)
'Cause they gon' need that s**t for whatever they go and guess on me (yup)
Turn they a** to history then get back making history
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2019 7:41 pm
Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Party/Hot Zone
Thoughts: Let’s get the ball rolling Roland took a moment as he stood there in the hallway as Alice tried to compose herself. He took in her sarcasm and followed up with a simple acknowledgment, “You couldn’t be more correct.”She thanked him for reaching out, and slinked off into the night. Taking a moment, he took a deep breath and moved back to his room. Only to find that his arm was… stretchy. “The ********> he took a look at his flask, wondering just how much he drank that night. Clearly it was stronger than he thought...
--Ready to Deploy--
Roland opted to wear black BDUs, something he picked up from a Delta he met while in the s**t. He was deployed with them on a hunt for insurgents in the mountains, and they hit it off nicely. In part because like the brute, he was also built like a brick s**t house. Only a couple inches shorter than himself, the two were like giant peas in a massive pod. It was a long two weeks out in the mountains, so having a battle buddy made things more pleasant. One thing the two managed to commiserate over was the inability for army brass being completely inept in finding the fabric to cover the frames. In a sign of solidarity, they traded BDUs to remind each other that they weren’t alone in their size.
He took in the scene, the police had formed a perimeter around the area, to try and contain the strife. Things had started to come to a head between two street gangs, to the point that it had erupted into a full on street war. And as with any escalation, they recruited mutants to join the fray. It was chaos, smoke billowed out into the sky as officers stood along the barricade lines. Most stood there taking in the violence, some looked at the motley crew of mutants. One or two of the officers was taking him in with bewilderment.
One of the officers looked at him with contempt, it was clear that they weren’t for having them here. “So what do we have?”
Another officer came up to him “Some kind of mind freak s**t.” he spit on the ground next to him “He just rips s**t apart with his mind. Sent three of my guys to the ER already. Let’s see what you guys can do about this son of a b***h? Some of those guys served this country, ******** gotta pay.” Roland could understand, there’s a brotherhood in the force, much like in the Army.
“You serve?” he asked Roland
“Sua Sponte.” he replied “75th Rangers, you?”
“101st Airborne.” he replied, the silent acknowledgement of their service time was palpable, “Good luck out there kid.”
“Thanks., Roland put a finger to his comm-link, “So what’s the plan?”
OOC: Sorry if this sucks!
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2019 7:48 pm
Know your body's made to move,
Feel it in your guts.
Rock 'n' roll ain't worth the name,
If it don't make you strut.
 
On your feet you feel the beat
It goes straight to your spine
Shake your head
You must be dead
If it don't make you fly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2019 7:00 pm
Gabe Byrne
Location: Area of Operation
Thoughts: Ready to rollHis night at the party went off without a hitch, Gabe took another drink and went off into the night. Not like booze could actually hit him, and he only slept for a few hours each night. So he went back to his little work space. It was nothing special to be honest, he found an old unused room and got permission to put some of his computer equipment there. Here he could work on drone designs, write programs, and of course study in some relative quiet. Quieter than his room. Nothing against his roommate, he just preferred solitude when he was working. Hell when he was working with the family he barely liked having them around. Gabriel lost track of time in his makeshift workshop when the call came through his comms. They were to report to Forge for duty. Who knew that they’d be called up so quickly? --Drop Zone--The team rolled up to the field, and were given a pretty straight assignment. Gang bangers have recruited mutants to fight in their escalated war. Their target? A giant mutant with rock-like skin. Darius asked about what kind of plan they had, to which Gabe answered simply “Well for one thing, we should take down some of the small-frys. Big guy like that might be a problem, but he can just draw fire while his comrades can lay down suppressive fire. I might be able to grab a weapon in the process, help draw the big guys attention when the time comes.”“Or you guys can get me close enough, I can unload a salvo of slugs into his the big guy’s legs and bring him down. Just be ready to pull my unconscious a** out of the fire if we do that though.” he slipped his ballistic mask on, ready to take on the world. OOC: Let me know if are problems!
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2019 7:32 pm
Location: Party — Going to the Pool With: August and Alex Thoughts: Drink? Of course I drink! I drink coffee. I drink fruit punch. My guy, I am a friggin ocean! Now sure, it might have dawned on him that his actions might have some consequences for the night, but he could not be pressed with matters of concerns for the night. If him happily spinning around like some ditzy fairy down the hall accounted to anything, Marcel was far from the word of rationally thinking. Though, maybe in truth, he might have just craved a bit of chaos in his life. Being plain was simply a drag. Like now: Did he want to go back to his dorm for trunks or just be informal with his boxer briefs? For a man like him, it really did not matter when he could drain liquid right from the fabric and be dry in an instant. Clothes were discarded on a chair by the poolside. He doubted August would care one way or another if in truth, he was trying to talk to him all night? Still, did that mean he should be like, on his best behaviour all the same? Gee, was this what it was like to slightly care what someone else thought of him?
He played around with some water, enough to put on some kind of show, more so for August on arrival than it was for his roommate.
”It dawned on me,” he announced after casually making a few dolphins out the pool water before making them fall with a splash. ”Pools are fun and all, but like a party, they lose their spark really quick for me.”
This was before he looked upon both August and Alex though. When he did, his dark brown eyes lit up, but mostly for the mutant who wasn't his roommate. He chortled a bit. ”So there is a non-melting face under there after all. Just when I thought you were a Morlock.”
Well, August wasn't that bad looking if he was to be honest. But, this was mentally coming from a guy who thought the Xenomorphs from Aliens and the Lickers from Resident Evil were totes the most adorable things in the world. Still, was it wrong to think that said face before him sort or met a mischievous disposition overall? Perhaps that was the whole notion of getting to know someone.
”Anywho, I got too curious about seeing that new Halloween film enough to make sure I got an accurate file. While it's no pool, I hear the shower stalls and dorm beds can hold two.”
His way of saying if August wanted, he could. Nothing sexual related, of course. This entire situation still felt a bit odd to Marcel. It was probably better to gauge some interest in the form of casual cuddling lest the tension he was trying so hard to resist in the form of nervously scratching the back of his neck and head would overrule him trying to act drunkenly confident right now.
”But, if you really need that much of a reason to stop by my room for a towel, I can also help with that.”
The water in the pool began to twist and turn as a large wave ruptured forth. Whether it hit August and Alex would remain to be seen though. Curiously, he wasn't exactly sure what the former ghoulish male could do, power wise, that was.
__________Skippity Skip__________
A few days later, he wasn't doing anything in particular at that point in time if gaming did not count as doing anything productive. Not everyone was a fan of her, but he happened to like using Symmetra on the Defense in Ranked and Lúcio on the Offense. He had long since removed his headset to openly hear the disdain in their voices about why their team was doing terrible because of his choices. Turns out, it was the D.Va who couldn't make sense of when to use their ultimate in the right place and just when they were ready to continue their insults, it was Marcel with Play of the Game and most eliminations at the end of the game. They won by a small margin, but no thanks was needed. He would discuss their failures later and celebrate the outing of Soldier 76 later given his communicator started buzzing.
One slightly lengthy trip later, there he was with the team behind enemy lines. That's how his mind envisioned it, especially with the shrewd in uniform having an inherent disdain. It wasn't Marcel or anyone's fault that the police officer was just born faulty without a means to perfect his flaws with powers. Still, he might have to agree that certain mutants needed some restraints. Not Marcel in particular or anyone he knew. Just some. He half-noddingly listened about a tyrant on the loose past the barricades. He...half listened to the officer. He half listened to some plan being thrown out. Not because he thought it was exactly bad (He didn't want to say that aloud, but he low key sort of did), but because he was just a tad piqued about what this bumbling tank of a mutant could do. How bad could they exactly be if they couldn't move to do damage at all or was it simply not that easy?
”Is that all we know about him? That he's got rock-like skin? Man doesn't sound like that much of a threat. Maybe to the police.”
Forget the fact the police could hear him as He fidgeted around with the baggy coat he decided to wear over his uniform for no reason other than to have it. It came out his mouth so matter of factly and it simply wasn't shade if it was the mere truth. The gangs hired some hoodlums to do their heavy work. They themselves were a team of Super powered individuals. He wasn't saying not to walk in without a plan, just that if that was all there was to the mutant, did they really have to go with a tactic that Gabe was suggesting when there probably wasn't a need to use such sabotaging discretion?
”Is it wrong to assume we should just charge forward in a planned formation made for isolating and detaining the specimen, I mean, mutant, before they become too much of a problem?”
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2019 7:29 am
  xxxxxxxxxTake the blade away from me
xxxxxI am a freak, I am afraid that
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll the blood escaping me won't end the pain
xxxxxxxxAnd I'll be haunting all the lives that cared cared for me
xxxxxxxxxxxxI died to be the white ghost
xxxOf the man that I was meant to be xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Party /// Company: Marcel, Alex
August made it to the pool after Marcel, who stripped himself from some of his clothes before getting into the water. He watched the dolphins in the water, form and jump and disappear with a splash. “That sounds fair, considerin’.” He motioned toward the use of the abilities before Marcel’s eyes actually met his own.
August was free of the makeup that he had been wearing for the better part of the day. His smile was wide as Marcel pointed out that he was no Morlock afterall. “Told ya I was prettier under all that.” He was already tugging the zipper of his hoodie down, planning on slipping into the water. Tattoos that adorned his chest came into view. He had been wearing the zipper low enough for a portion of the night to show the top of his chest piece, but more was revealed, even down onto his stomach and along his hips. While not every inch of him was covered, he did have quite the collection.
He paused when the zipper tugged free and his hoodie hung loose and open when Marcel spoke up again. A groomed brow arched as he looked to the water manipulator. “Gotta admit, you make a mighty fine offer that I don’t think I can refuse.” He already had a feeling that he would miss a good chunk of the movie regardless tonight.
“You had me at horror movies and bed.” August grinned, not moving to zip his hoodie closed. Rather, he stepped closer to the pool with the intention of offering a hand to pull Marcel out before a wave ruptured up from the water, aimed right at him and Alex. August’s hand went up, and the wave’s shape changed as surface tension was the only thing keeping the water stable. It jiggled like jello from the energy it had from the initial push from Marcel. August grinned before moving his hand up, sending the wiggling ball of water to the ceiling and sticking it there.
“Hope your bed comes with a little less water otherwise tonight is gonna be exhausting in other ways, darlin’.” The water would stick there till they left, when August powers could no longer hold it and it would come crashing down, only half going back into the pool while the rest made one hell of a slipping hazard on the ground.
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August had been sitting in his room when the comm call came through. Honestly planning on paying a visit to Marcel when he was finished, he raised his head when he listened to the comm. Rather than letting his plans be ruined, he figured he would see the male on the field. Hopefully. If they were put in the same place.
His eyes went down to his uniform that he had been stitching patches onto since early that morning. He tied off his last stitch and cut the thread, placing the needle between his lips, thread hanging loosely from the eye. He lifted his uniform, patches placed where they were supposed to go. He had torn them off his military uniform and sewn them onto his new one.
He grinned at his handiwork before he put his needle down in the small sewing kit that he had gotten on his last run to the corner store.
He was in uniform when they met up before going to the field. Once there, he stepped up to the line, taking the sight in. He caught the conversation between Daylia and a very disrespectful cop. They didn’t have to be here, especially if they were gonna be treated like second class citizens.
August came up to the same cop, “No height and weight? Ain’t y'all good at guessing that sort of s**t?” The cop looked him up at down before rolling his eyes, <******** is made of rocks, what more of a description you want? Just get it ******** handled.” August rolled his eyes, going back to the team, mainly Marcel.
“Fancy meetin’ you here.” He grinned before Gabe gave his idea of a plan. August nodded a bit, “I can keep him down, save your energy. Bigger and heavier he is, the harder it’ll be for him to get back up. Last thing we need is you out cold if s**t goes south.”
He looked to Daylia and Gracie, “Final call is y'alls.” They were the ones in charge, the ones that needed to be calling the shots. They had a good advantage of abilities in this team against someone heavy like that. Not a lot of hard hitters, but they could slow someone like that down to zero.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2019 6:06 pm
Merrick Fraser
Location: Party/Hot Zone
Uill, tha an sgìre a 'dol, mal posso esperar para ver o sabor local!
-Earlier-
Merrick made his way into the party scene rocking the full William Wallace attire. Approaching some of the guests, one of whom did not recognize his foray into patriotism. He got a little indignant, but then the nun of the trio recognized it. With a smirk he replied with all the charm his tipsy Scotch-Brazil a** could muster.
“What is it they say here in America? Let freedom ring? Because I like to let it ring all night long.” the whiskey he’d drunk earlier hung on his breath. A beautiful combination of caramel, vanilla, and peat danced from his lips as he spoke.
The sound of some people not able to hold their liquor got him to chuckle for a moment, only to then bring his attention back to the nun, who seemed to be interested about just what was under the Scotsman’s kilt.
“Oh lassie, you sure you want to find out?” he asked, before the sudden rush of water hit his head.
“Fiho-da-puta!” he cried out, removing his flask from his kilt. He took another swig of the good stuff he kept in it, “Would you like some? It’s strong, but good.”
--Later--
Merrick was reading through an old tome of his great-grandfather’s. An old venerable b*****d by the name of Duncan Fraser, who was as surly of a Scot as he was a genius with a still. He knew how to distill whiskey better than anyone, his work being unmatched even today. His grandfather, hell his own father and uncles, had been trying to crack the secret of just what made his whiskey so good. A bottle from the mid-1800s sat locked away in a vault hidden away in the Highlands, a one of a kind bottle, that held the last of Duncan Fraser’s ambrosia.
Merrick thought he might be able to match it. He was looking at the book, to read through his ancestor’s notes. He also had open his own notebook, with his own chemistry notes. With some hope, he’d find a way to break down the recipe, to unlock the alchemical secrets that his family lost over the years. It was during this time that the communicator he was given upon entry into the school chimed on. He was to report to Forge, for deployment.
“Of all War, Peace is the final end.” he said calmly, grabbing his hammer.
Even later still
Making his way to the drop point, Merrick pondered just how exactly they were going to handle this situation. Telekinetic mutant with a penchant for sadism. Not what you want when looking to subdue a suspect. “Any ideas folks?”
Translations
Gaelic/Portuguese: There goes the neighborhood, can’t wait to see the local flavor!
Portuguese: ********: Let me know if there are any problems!
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2019 6:36 pm
 Location: Courtyard to Mission
Company: Chuck --- Team Nova
Halloween had been one hell of a night. She only remembered some of it... particularly the apparent convent situation that Felix had stupidly created and the series of pranks that followed. But the rest of the night was... pretty fuzzy. She'd consumed so much of the 'special' punch that she'd apparently tried to flirt with a certain Scotsman, scooped punch into her mouth using the ladle, and passed out on her roommate's bed... still fully dressed as a nun.
Aurelie had kindly informed her of the last few bits but she had a feeling that the blonde had intentionally left out a few parts. Were they that scandalous?
But not like she cared.
The days following that night were rather uneventful. Which wasn't a bad thing. It allowed for extra laziness and ultimate relaxation. June pretty much slept the days away... and if she wasn't napping, she was binge watching Netflix and strolling around finding random people to chat with.
And thus, on this fine day, Juniper found herself wandering outside, a bag of M&Ms in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The sound of music caught her attention and she drifted in its direction, curious to find the source and, with it, hopefully some entertainment. As much as she enjoyed the downtime, she was dying from lack of stimulation.
"Why the ******** would I think it was a good idea to hit on HER?"
Her ears immediately perked up and she decided to walk up to the long haired musician who had uttered those words. Ah, yes... she'd found her entertainment.
"Uh, is she hot? 'Cause that's probably why," She said, interrupting the man's conversation with himself. June daintily placed the cigarette between her lips, sucked in the fumes, and let the smoke slowly escape from parted lips. "That, and because your little friend... down there, was probably doing the thinking."
She smelled something, saw the hand-rolled 'cigarette' on the can of coke, and nodded approvingly at the man's choice. "I'll share my snack if you share yours." Nodding again at the joint, she held out her half empty bag of M&Ms as an offering. "Don't worry. I won't spread my cooties."
Not long after came the familiar beep-beep of her communicator, followed by a message that gave her a jolt of excitement. Ah, so now she was important. Doing important mutant work. Playing with the big kids. A smile spread across her lips.
"See you out on the field!" With a quick wave, she ran back into the building.
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Her usual wild blonde hair was tucked into a neat Dutch braid and she ditched her usual attire for a uniform that hugged her body, form-fitting yet comfortable. She stood next to her roomie and watched Daylia communicate with the police and, for once in her life, actually paid attention to what was going on. A few of her teammates chimed in and provided ideas of how to approach the situation. She listened, nodded to show that she understood, and waited for an order of some kind.
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 6:49 am
  XX【 】 Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus XX【 】 Codename: Wraith XX【 】 Team Affiliation: Nova XX【 】 Location: Police presence XX【 】 With: Team Nova XX【 】 Actions: Analyzed the situation and formed a plan XX【 】 Costume: Uniform with hood At long last, it was finally time. The young mutant stood with his comrades, his team, behind a police line. Dressed in his chosen costume, it was a vaguely military uniform, complete with an overcoat that provided a hood. He considered adding in a mask, but that was still not confirmed. As such, he stood in the street with his team, ready for what may come. The briefest of moments of doubt came to him. He had been so shy and isolated that he didn’t even know what his team could do. No matter. He would learn soon, if nowhere else than back at the mansion when the mission was over. If this was to be his group of powers to depend on, he needed to be aware of what they could do. It was only natural. Speaking of natural, he was careful to remain impassive in his stance. A glance would see a neutral pose without any hint of movement or condemnation. However his face was tilted forward a bit. A faint whiff of condescension. His face was stoic, but his eyes were absorbing the situation carefully. So many humans. None of them mutants, and few- if any, wanted them here. As such, his defenses were on high alert. The group were directed to the one in charge and he multiple times referred to them as ******** muties. That alone narrowed Wraith’s eyes in disgust. They called for help, and still talked down to them like a disease? That sparked a fire in his gut. Why treat your backup like that? Engendering hatred from those that came to save your butt only ensured that you would not be thought kindly of when the time came. Wraith stared at that commander with seething anger, wanting nothing more than to prove why mutants are the superior ones. We can do all that you can . . . and then some. It would be so easy! A simple solidification of shadows in a quiet moment and this a** could be harmed, maimed, or even silenced forever. The thought of not tackling his rock mutant problem for him also crossed Wraith’s mind. No, he would be the better man. He already was. But he was called in to suppress this one. That was precisely what he intended to do. Besides, the humans would likely kill the offending mutant. That was unacceptable. Daylia was a bit lost, unsure of what to do. Darius was more ready. While he didn’t know the history of that man, Wraith was sure that Darius was capable and ready for a brawl. There was an air of confidence around him, something earned by being exposed to the war that was to come. Darius was a front-line fighter, ready to take the spearpoint. Next to speak was Gabriel, the proverbial artillery of the team. He brought up the very real issue of the human gang members. They would be armed, making a direct assault on the mutant much more difficult. Two alternatives were offered by him. One, to take on the small fry while the remainder took on the rock mutant, or two- use up his entire energy taking out the thing’s legs. Wraith furrowed his brow as he began to consider alternatives. On one hand, the humans would be an issue. On the other, they would not be durable. A heavier hitter should be used effectively. Darius might be a better fit for the smaller fry as he was ready and itching to put this to an end. The humans would not be a significant threat unless ignored. To that end, Marcel came up with the most tactical and familiar offer yet. He seemed to share the idea that this was ridiculous to have the cops around. They were worthless. A rock mutant stood no chance against a team, with the greatest asset being his endurance. With so many against him, the mutant would either flee, or fall. However, Marcel seemed to forget that guns made the situation far more tenuous. August however, was far more direct. If anything, he was openly antagonistic. Wraith couldn’t help but smirk and nod when August pointed out how useless the cops were being and the lack of their information. Wraith had intended on pointing out that the gang would be a big problem if they were not contained. Instead, August stole the show and made Wraith smile with the clear and easy solution. Despite a lack of apparent reason other than attitude, he was beginning to like August. Stepping forward a bit to draw attention from the group, he finally spoke up. “The solution seems obvious. Jedi and Siege are the best suited to a target like this. The gravitational pull will work best on this type of mutation, keeping him slow if not immobile. Siege can back him up by hindering his ability to move if the gravity isn’t enough. The rest should be on crowd control. They are just humans- scared ones at that. They should be handled easily, but if ignored, their firearms will become a problem. We need to focus on the safe retrieval of the rock mutant. Gunfire will significantly complicate things.” His voice was calm and collected, cool and dismissal of the humans. They were an annoyance to Wraith, not worth his time. Like wasps, their sting could be a problem but as people they were immaterial. He knew his own ability would be great to scare and deter humans. With a water source, Marcel would be magnificent at removing people. Darius would have multiple targets to take out aggression on. Both Siege and Jedi had volunteered to take on the rock mutant. The plan was coming together with or without the leader’s approval. OOC: Booyah.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 7:22 am
 Connor / ArtisanCostume: Location: Police site
With: Team Atlas When the call came, it was immediately met with nerves. Connor never wanted to be on the front lines- but he also knew that was where he could do the most good. Since the party, he had reformed his excess mass back into the typical muscular tail. Thick, powerful, and just shy of being prehensile, it was convenient to have a mass of muscle and flesh behind you at all times. It also allowed him to look more ‘human.’ All that excess muscle and mass had to go somewhere, right? Still, the call came. He wore a simple unitard underneath his chosen uniform. A bit of leatherlike armor. A tunic and some bracers suited him fine. He was more for support than direct combat. Racing down, he met his team shortly before teleport. “Like in Star Trek, eh?” No. Not like in star trek. It wasn’t 15 seconds of whirring and lights. More like a pop. One moment he was at home, the next, on a dark street surrounded by cops. Roland managed to get the basics of the situation and a modicum of respect from an officer. Not that it did the group all that much good. The place was a war zone, and as near as any could tell it was all from their target. The little information available said that this was a telekinetic. A strong one. What was worse was a penchant for inflicting pain. This was the direct opposite of Artisan. He was able to manipulate flesh, but chose to do it for healing above all else. For that, he needed to be able to work the flesh in question with his hands. Distance manipulation and sadism was by far superior in a fight against tactile healing. Still, Artisan wasn't going to ignore the team. The question came up on how to handle this one. Not just one, but two different calls for a plan came up, but nobody had yet said anything that would be of much use. “I dunna suppose any of yeh gots a way to knock this one out short’a a hit to the head? The problem isn’t so much how much power this one brings ta da table, but escapin’ their notice. We’s best find a way to distract and incapacitate them before they literally tear us apart.” It wasn’t so much a plan as a suggestion to start one. Head-on with an empowered sadist was not likely to be a very successful plan. Instead, they needed a way to keep his attention that wasn’t lethal to the bait. One really good slam to the back of her skull should knock him out. The trick was getting to that point. That raised a very important question- were they the only ones going into this blind? “I hate ta ask . . . but does this mental shredder know we’re comin’?”OOC: sorry it is so small, not much to work with yet.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2019 7:34 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx█ █ █ - - - B l a k e - T a n n e r xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[ A T L A S ] _______________ ;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwith Alice
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2019 11:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2019 6:22 pm
Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Hot Zone
Thoughts: Let’s get the ball rollingThe scene was chaotic. Police were setting up barricades and mobilizing their special teams, SWAT teams were stacking up at points of entry. Looking around he saw police sharpshooters on a couple rooftops, eyes trained to find any dangerous target and pull the trigger. Blake keyed in, with details on what they needed to do. Their target had taken hostages, a telekinetic with a bit of a sadistic streak. He’d left wounded in his wake, which made Roland glad he had his med kit on him. He tapped his bag as he prepared to move in, tapping into his comms “Rampage to Amarillo, I’ll go with whoever is moving to take down the mutant. I can help stabilize the wounded, get them secure for when the paramedics arrive.”“Plus, and I hate to say this, but I’m what some may call a big target. If this guy likes playing with his food, I might make for a decent distraction. Best case scenario, I can hit him or any of the other gangbangers really, really hard.”Roland got himself into position, waiting for anyone else to join him in what was likely going to be a hell of a fight. His body trembled, much like any other time was getting ready to go to war. OOC: Sorry for this being short!
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