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There she was, at her first mission, standing among a group of young mutants, who, by her assumption, had no clue what they were doing. It was a harsh assumption but it seemed fitting. Half these people were brand spankin' new to the school and she had no idea what they were capable of. It was entirely possible that at least one of these newbies were gifted with the amazing power of... lactation manipulation or something equally entertaining but completely unhelpful when fighting a dude with rock skin.

Green eyes glanced from one face to the next, trying to gauge the emotions of her peers. If anyone felt nervous, they definitely didn't show it. Or... was she to assume that everyone here was completely prepared for this rock dude? A few people tossed out ideas and she was surprised to hear how strategic they all sounded. These people sounded like they've done this a million times. And while she'd been in countless simulations, June had never offered up an idea that wasn't illogical or completely dangerous.

And that was the thing with simulations. She knew they were running around a simulated scene. It made things a little... different. Also, she'd never encountered this specific scenario in the sim room. So, she was pretty much just waiting for someone to give her a command.

Kinda like a dog. 'June, go fetch!'

She let out a short laugh when she heard Gracie call her name... followed by "do what you do best." Not surprising, given her mutation. She could also whack them in the face with something hard but that required more effort. "Aye aye, cap'n!" She replied, mimicking Gracie's wicked grin. Make them sick. That was easy enough.

"Don't worry, babe. I'll save you some." She gave Aurelie a playful wink and headed off to keep an eye on stray minions. With un-gloved hands, she was ready to make some people embarrass themselves.

A slight look of concern crossed her features when she saw Gracie drop to her knees. The girls have known each other for years but June still didn't really understand the hex manipulator's power. She only knew it mostly created trouble and... something to do with luck?

June's ears perked up when Jinx spoke her name. She'd been assigned a partner and their task was to go search for innocent bystanders. Looking at the guy named Rebound, two thoughts came to mind. One, he was definitely a newbie. And two, he was a fiiine male specimen.

Staring at him with a completely intended flirty smile, she introduced herself. "I'm Plague. Great pleasure to work with you."

"So, I guess the captain wants us to help the innocent randos. Sounds like fun," She said, not moving in any direction. "Before we start, we should probs get to know each other a bit just to make this run a bit smoother. I can spread disease by touch. What's your specialty?"

"Also... where the ******** is west? She could've just said left."

XX【 】Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus
XX【 】Codename: Wraith
XX【 】Team Affiliation: Nova
XX【 】Location: Police presence
XX【 】With: Team Nova
XX【 】Actions: Moved to the center of the street before identified building, created menacing shadow
XX【 】Costume:
XX【 】Shadow Construct Reference:

The team was finally starting to move. As they moved forward, Wraith was already coming up with ideas to use his abilities to their fullest extent. He could make physical objects of shadow, but he couldn't make much material. Furthermore, they had to be solid- not a gun or cannon. He could make the bullet, but not the weapon to fire it. Because of that, he focused on melee weapons. Sharp and pointy things. Of course, that was if he wanted something solid. He could do far more if all it was amounted to an abscense of light in an area. That was going to be his tactic. Let the gang members shoot at a menacing shadow, and his team can take them down. True, he relished the idea of making them remember not to cross mutants by taking 'trophies,' but that might not be available. No use in killing the humans- but a poignant reminder can be powerful. He was smiling a darkly when Jinx fell to her knees and spoke to him directly. She had earned his attention by recognizing him earlier. Now she was asking for his aid by name. Again, that felt like recognition and being needed. His smile became even darker as he nodded and veered off. She called on him- and the pride swelled in him. It didn't really dawn on him yet that this was now his home. Here people called him Wraith. Here he was useful and had value. Here he was free. To date, the mutant had not met this Siege, but the person darting into the appropriate building came with them. That was fair enough to assume to be his partner in this. In the meantime . . . it was time for theatrics.

Wraith moved to the middle of the street about halfway before the building. He looked up and tried to see any glint of weapons to understand exactly where they were. Of course it was night. No such luck. However, luck comes in many forms. It was night, so there was abundant lack of light. His tactics remained the same, but he had a new audience. Wraith summoned up his strength, and then began to manifest something big. It wouldn't be solid. The mass was far too large for that. Instead, he made something terrifying. A cloud of shapeless fog seemed to form upon his location- as wide as the building they were facing. From it, as if rising from some pit, a vaguely skeletal form began to block the building from the rest of the commotion. A humanoid torso began to face down the building. In the cloud of shadow at the bottom, Wraith raised his arms menacingly, leaning his head back and forth as if scanning the sidewalk not far away. Above him, the shadow- for that was all it was, emulated his every movement. A giant skeleton with blurred lines began to look to and from as it scanned the balconies. Wraith hadn't the skill to make every individual bone, but he could imagine enough of one to get the point across. The snipers would have their view blocked by something massive and frightening. Wraith was playing decoy, depending on Siege to take them down physically. If Wraith was lucky, then the cowards would begin firing and help Siege locate them easier.




OOC: bwahahahahahahaha

Location: Rock-dude


One of the other men on the team had everyone pause while he gave a pep talk on how to deal with people in the streets, and her azure-imbued eyes watched him carefully. “Thanks for the the warning.” She murmured, knowing that her former life left her woefully unequipped to expect any of what Darius had just described. His spiel only made it that much more clear that she would need to keep her shields up on her teammates every possible second.

Grinning back at her roommate when she winked at her and promised to save some for her to sample later, Aurelie shook her head. “You don’t have to -- unless they’re cute.” With an airy giggle, she turned to face those who she’d promised to protect. Gracie took the majority of the team for crowd control, designating Jedi, Monsoon, Chameleon, and herself to head up the fight against the rock-man. Deliberating on the best way to accomplish their goal, Jedi was quick to volunteer to keep the monster down. Gracie suggested that Marcel drown it, leaving Aurelie and Daylia to play cover. “Looks like we’re Norse women on this one.” She said to the co-captain of their rag tag group. Norse women played shield maidens to their men. Hopefully the red-head would get the reference.

Monsoon and Jedi playfully shared some banter back and forth before they decided to split - Daylia one way with the hydrokinetic, and she and Jedi the other. Her partner for their piece asked if she was ready and the former ballerina shrugged. “As ready as I think I can be. You?” The blond said, uncertainty ringing in her tone. What none of them had counted on, was another joining their ranks.

The Scot ran up, a hammer in his hands. Aurie’s brow creased as she lost some of what he said from a mix of the heavy accent and weird terminology. “Gobshites?” The telekinetic posed, tilting her head. He uttered another line and Aurie gave Jedi a sideways glance to see if he’d translate. “I’m sure we’ll be happy to have you with us.” She said with a quiet laugh, the sound more based in nerves than it was humor.

Pushing forward, the noise their target made was enough to lead them in the right direction. “Gee, I wonder if that could be him.” The blond mused quietly. He slammed something against the wall of the building so hard that the foundation cracked, the bricks pulling apart as the crags grew quickly toward the sky. “If we were wanting to use the building as a way to hold the water, we’d better hurry.” Queuing up invisible shields, she wrapped a bubble around Merrick and August.

"If you need me to lift you so you don't have to split focus, just let me know." She said to the gravity manipulator. "You too." She added to Merrick, unsure of what his abilities actually were.

xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Mission - Geo/// Company: Aurelia, Merrick
Flirting was easy for him, something that really eased the tension that was building between his shoulders. He poked fun at the flashing lights making Marcel’s eyes sparkle and the man fired right back at him, disagreeing playfully and waving him off. He smirked, bowing his head at the comment. “Ain’t nothin’ dull about you.”

August was certainly not the only one that had been coming up with ideas. But thankfully, Gracie and Daylia were doing a good job at trying to take control of the situation. He respected the duo. He had a few choice words for Marcel before they went to move out on their own key parts of the mission. Hold on tight and don’t get dead. It seemed simple enough. Daylia even sided with him, since it was smart. Though, when she mentioned him flirting, he laughed, “Ain’t never done with that. Just on pause.”

But even Alex was on board with August being the one to protect the water manipulator. Not that August was going to be with him. But, he would be close enough. Rather than mentioning it, August just nodded to the roommate. Daylia didn’t let him get off that easy. She had a point. Literally, Marcel was in her hands. She wasn’t one to get forgotten.

August looked to Darius when he spoke up, giving a rundown on street knowledge. This wasn’t gonna be the first time that August was on the side that would end up with a gun in his face. He was solid, unshaken. He wasn’t worried, not in the slightest. He nodded to Darius in thanks for the bit he spoke. He had good reason to want to warn them. They were walking in on one mutant. That was familiar for all of them, it was the humans that were the ones to worry about. Especially when it came down to no casualties.

They broke away from one another, moving into their own little groups. August put himself next to Aurelia. His arm was friendly around the blonde. When she answered his question, he shrugged, “Nothin’ to be worried about.” Their little conversation was interrupted by a rather energetic voice. August raised his head to look to Merrick. Aurelia sounded confused at the choice words of the Scot.

He was coming along, and with his own battlecry, August had to try to relax his jaw before his teeth broke beneath the pressure that he was putting on them. “Look, we’re glad to have the backup, but this is gonna have to be a stealth mission. I can’t stop bullets and Aurelia needs as much focus as she can keepin’ us alive. Let’s not burn her out.”

He broke away, his arm leaving the blonde as they pushed further into where the target was located. He was a noisy b*****d, that was for sure. He looked to Aurelia when the shield formed around him, “Just yank me if you see somethin’ comin’. Once I got weight on him, I’m gonna be hella distracted.” His eyes were on the walls that were seeming to want to buckle under the weight of both the building, and the force of whatever their target was doing.

His eyes scaled up the side of the building, looking for a way in that wouldn’t result in them giving their location away. On a sweep down, his eyes landed on an open window. Taking a few steps back, August motioned to the window. “There. Keep watch.” He walked up close to the building, sinking low before pushing himself up, graving changing on him as he launched himself to the second floor window, catching the brick window sill to stop himself. He was quiet as he peeked into the window, looking to see if it was clear before slipping inside. His feet remained light on the ground, just barely touching and soundless as he bounced his way through the room to make sure things were safe. Once he felt satisfied, he poked his head out through the open window and waved for the others to come up, holding a finger over his mouth to reiterate that they need to be quiet.



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Merrick Fraser
Location: Combat Zone
Into the fire...

He approached August & Aurelie, his excitement over the situation causing him to a be a bit more… Scottish than normal. He forgot himself sometimes, not realizing that terms such as “gobshite” would sound just as foreign as what might be normal here in America. The irony of that is he spent as much time in the States as he did back in the Highlands, yet it was their vernacular he picked up more.

“Sorry, I forget meself at times.” he said, his accent a bit more toned down, “Gobshite basically means s**t head, ‘gob’ being mouth, and ‘shite’ being… well, you know.” he explained to Aurelie. He then took a second, and realized that he shouted in Gaelic as well. “The other thing was a uh…. clan battlecry. It translates roughly from Gaelic to; Sons of the hounds come here and get flesh.”

“Don’t mind me though, just a crazy Scotch-Brazilian with a hammer.” he added, cementing his excitable nature. August went into the importance of the mission, in part due to the fact that he can’t stop bullets. With a flick of his wrist, metal spheres danced around his hand “I may not be able to stop bullets, but I can pull the guns out of their hands before they pull the trigger.”

Tapping his gorget, he pointed towards the window that August brought himself up to with a metal gauntlet. “One sec.” he whispered, taking a moment to focus. Concentrating on the metal supports within the building itself, along with the metal in his boots, gauntlets, and belt, he began to levitate upwards towards the window that August had now found himself through. Gingerly sliding through the window, his feet touched the floor carefully as he relaxed that hidden “muscle” of his that he liked to refer to his powers as. He felt a buzzing sensation as the sudden rush of adrenaline, combined with the recent usage of his powers, ignited in a conflagration of excitement.

The sound of thudding, the shaking of the building, made his excitement even greater. He gripped his hammer tightly, preparing for a right that was sure to come.

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xxxxxxxxxxLocation: On Mission /// Company: Team Atlas > Chuck
She was ready, even though she nodded to Blake, she knew that by the time this s**t was over, she would be willing to talk to Chuck. Avoiding him wasn’t going to work in this situation. As much as she hated to say it, she needed him to help her. If they needed to be distracting, then they needed to be as loud as possible. That was something that she could do, especially with Chuck. They had practiced together often. Often enough that they knew each other’s powers like their own. Their natures were destructively similar.

Teams were being split up while she recovered from the jump. Rampage and Aero offered to head off to help triage the hostages and those injured. She would be a cause of distraction, to pull the telekinetic away from those that he was probably shredding apart. Playboy was with on the medical team. That was good, they needed more people to help the innocents that were caught in the crossfires more than taking down the mutant at the center of it all.

Her eyes went to Void when he tried to get himself into a good position. “The less with me, the better. I’m taking Reverb. Maybe go with Rampage just in case he needs to shield any of the injured. The stronger he is, the better.” She looked to Blake to verify the idea. She didn’t need a whole team with her. The less people to worry about, the better.

She looked to Artisan, “Don’t get caught in any buildings.” Blake filled in the remaining gaps in their teams, nodding to him. “If I need to take down a building, I’ll let you know.” Once they were given the signal to move out, Alice did. She walked past Chuck, making it clear that he should follow her. She hoped that she didn’t need to take down a building to stop a telekinetic, but she wasn’t above doing it if she had to. She wasn’t going to fail this mission.

Alice was in the zone. It was the best place for her to be. She needed the distraction, something to hyper-focus on. Something that wasn’t going to drag her mind back to the long-haired man that was with her. They would talk when all this s**t was over. She moved them into position, her steps sure. She looked at Chuck when he said something about staying out of her hair. “I don’t need you out of my hair, I need you focused. Hands out of your pockets.” She sounded like a parent in the way that she said it, scolding their child for slouching.

She needed him ready for anything. “We’ll talk after this s**t is over. Just be ready for anything.” They diverged from the group while Blake moved in to give them a good idea on what they were seeing. When he came in over the comm, she looked to Chuck. Her finger pressed into her own device, “Got it.” She moved to the east, her steps light as she moved into position. They diverged from the others, getting in a safe distance. She had been quiet otherwise as she got her head into the game. She could let anything be a distraction.

She leaned against the wall, looking up and down the alley. The sound of screams not making her so much as blink as she started working her gloves off, stuffing them into the pocket of her uniform. “Okay. Just like we practiced. I need you to convert my waves into a boom. I don’t want to level the block, just shake it up a little.” She pushed off the wall and stood in the alley, aiming down the length to where they converged into the territory that the mutant and the Sidestreet Gang had taken up residence. Her fingers buzzed as she rubbed her thumbs against her fingertips before she looked to Chuck. Her shoulders rolled, her feet squared. She was solid and ready.

She nodded to him when she was set. Once he returned the signal, she slammed her hands together. It was like releasing all the energy she could ever hold. Releasing a wave like that, it was like feeling the snap of a tectonic plate with her bare hands. It was the ultimate release, one that was usually followed by destruction. But before the wave could rip its way through the alley, Chuck converted it. Manipulating the waves into sound and creating a boom that shook the windows in the buildings around them. The cracked pavement beneath their feet only traveled a few feet before it disappeared, the vibrations turning to sound. It was like the strongest clap of thunder that could ever be measured. It made her chest vibrate, and the smile on her face that followed showed that she loved every second of it. She lived for this s**t.