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 Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2015 1:53 pm
Team: Omegas
Location: Shopping Center
Thinking: Leaping into Action   As the trio of "gym rats" headed into the mall, they took the brief opportunity to get to know each other just a little bit. They made their way to a directory, mapping out a series of stores that made sense given the cover they were going for and the search radius they needed to cover to find these kids. Christian lamented the extraordinary senses that came with his ability, especially when it came to the smells and sounds. He was sure that he would be able to locate the actual gym in no time, so which she could only chuckle. Charlie confirmed that it was true, and that they shouldn't doubt his nose.
"That has to suck," she said simply, flashing him a soft smile. The impacts of people's powers were always interesting to her, even the unfortunate secondary effects that may be less desirable.
Charlie suggested a route for them to take in the meantime, Christian making a crack about not needing shoes, to which the former joked that they couldn't deprive her of the opportunity to obtain a good pair of running shoes. He then asked her about her feelings towards running, to which she gave an honest answer. He asked her what types of "other things" she enjoyed, the redhead's shoulders rising and falling with a soft shrug, "Oh, you know. Kick boxing, strength training, rock climbing...anything with an adrenaline rush."
They both lamented the fact that they were trapped underground, but Kerrigan explained that she was taking the situation as a challenge, forcing her to focus. Charlie agreed with her, explaining that he had been spending more time there than he used to. She understood where he was coming from, given their lack of options to keep themselves occupied. He suggested that they go off campus and "blow off some steam" from time to time, the redhead nodding, "Well, I don't know about off campus, but danger room simulations can be pretty good for that kind of thing. Roland and I run them all the time, just to stay on our toes."
Of course, the redhead couldn't help but offer to work out with him from time to time, if he wanted. she always made the offer to those, especially newer Omegas that might be curious as to the level of physicality that was often really asked of them. Christian chimed in with a bet that she would overtake him in a spar, if they were to do one. Charlie expressed some disbelief that his friend would bet against him, quickly changing is tune to accept the challenge, turning to her and telling her that there was no choice in the matter.
"Hey, I get it. I mean, he's going to make some money, but consider the challenge accepted. Besides, like you said - you learn a lot from someone by how they can handle themselves on the mat." Kerrigan was never one to turn down a challenge, even if she had been given a choice in the matter. She was more than willing to take him on.
Before long, the trio found themselves in Finish Line, the redhead moving straight to a wall of shoes and picking out a pair she thought worked well. Christian suggested that if they didn't have her size, they had a very small selection to which she could only nod in agreement. "Touche," she responded with a laugh, handing the shoe to the attendant to check the back, while she turned her attentions to the shoppers around them and passing by. Their wolfy member commented on some of the brands around them as the browsed, while his lucky best friend complimented her choice in footwear.
They didn't have too much time to shop, however, before the communicators went off, signaling that the kids had been found. Instantly, Christian was on the move, dropping the shoe in his hand and making his way towards the entrance, catching her eye. She gave a small nod, apologizing to the store clerk that had returned with the shoes in her size and following him out, Charlie not far behind them.
Cissa announced that it was time to suit up and make their way to the food court, where the MRDs were assembling. Christian attempted to play off the noise as a strange ring tone, but Kerrigan was already slipping into mission mode. At this point, their cover was already blown as far as she was concerned. Charlie told his friend honestly that he didn't have a future in improv, to which the redhead placed a friendly hand on his shoulder as she passed him. "Don't worry - it gets easier with more practice," she assured him in a soft voice, flashing him a brief smile as she made her way to the entrance.
The three came together outside the store, Christian asking where the bathroom were so they could get changed. He didn't wait after posing the question, striding towards a side hallway where the restrooms were located. Kerrigan followed close behind, departing from the men as they headed into the "Forbidden zone." Stepping into the ladies' room herself, Kerrigan changed into her uniform with a firm press of the side of her thumb against her shoulder to activate the X-Men's latest in dimension-space technology. Her clothing gave way to her suit, the redhead pulling her mop of hair up into a high ponytail to get it out of her face. If they were going to see action, she needed to be ready.
Stepping out of the bathroom, she rejoined her companion, grinning as Charlie complimented her uniform and asking where he could get one. "Unfortunately, it's one of a kind, thanks to my Uncle. But, if you're a good boy, uniform upgrades are always a possibility. You have to walk before you can run, newbie." The smile on her face would indicate she was joking, at least at the last part. That smile faded as a loud crash echoed through the mall. The next message to come through confirmed what she feared most - a sentinel was on the premises.
"No," she whispered, the two boys speaking amongst themselves as she absorbed the news. The last time she tangled with a sentinel, she'd had to scale the side of it and had gotten thrown around like a ragdoll. Charlie asked his friend if he hadn't always wanted to fight a giant robot, his tone light and playful. Under normal circumstances, Kerrigan might have found it amusing, or come back with her own witty retort, but the truth was that the boys were only joking about it because this was their first run in with the giant battle bots from hell.
"Don't joke about this. It's serious," she reprimanded them, her tone and expression serious as the helmet to her suit formed around her face, obscuring it from view. Confidence was all well and good, but they needed to realize that this had just become a life-and-death mission.
Christian's question regarding the location of the food court drew her back to the present, her expression steeling over, as it so often did right before the action began. He asked if she recalled the way to the food court from their studying of the directory, Charlie joking that he was surprised the wolfman hadn't already sniffed it out, as he was going to do with the gym before. Observing the panic starting to overtake the mall, and noting which way the MRDs were fighting against the crowds of fleeing civilians, Charlie suggested that they head that direction, nodding towards the booms and crashes.
Kerrigan started running with the rest of them, though it didn't seem like they made it too far before they ran into trouble. A few MRDs intercepted them, the redhead coming to a stop with her two companions, though her hands remained at her sides despite the weapons trained on them. Charlie asked if there was a problem, a lingering moment passing before he charged at the MRD in the middle, Kerrigan immediately leaping into action and closing the distance between her and the MRD on the right.
Knocking his weapon to the side as he fired it at her, the tranq dart missed its target, the redhead pivoting around to bring her palm upwards into his outstretched arm, right at the elbow. He let out a yelp of pain as his arm bent the wrong way, Kerrigan using her grip on his weapon to draw a roundhouse kick around and wrench the weapon from his hands. As the man's body fell to the ground, she fired a single tranq round at the man's neck, whipping around to check on the status of her companions with their targets. Charlie seemed to be enjoying himself, not that she could really blame him. This was the kind of thing that she was good at, and it would be a lie for her to say that she didn't enjoy the adrenaline rush that came with being in the thick of things.
"We need to keep moving," she insisted, brushing past them as she headed in the direction of the food court once more.
By the time they'd arrived, having to dispose a few additional MRDs on their way, the Sentinel had its sights set on Amarillo, the few remaining civilians trying their best to get away while MRDs swarmed the Omegas that had already arrived. She didn't say a word as she pushed forward, grabbing an MRD from behind as it took aim at one of her teammates and throwing the woman to the side. Simultaneously, she sent a kick into the MRD next to her, connecting with the side of the knee. Whipping around to punch the man hard across the cheek, she searched through the chaos to find Cissa. The blonde needed to know they'd arrived."That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me. This one's a fighter."
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 12:29 am
#Dragonborn #TheBigBadWolf #BlondeRebellion #PeytronVsSentinel
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 8:35 pm
  『 L o c a t i o n ↙ ↙ 』xxx『 T h o u g h t s ↙ ↙ 』xxx『 O O C ↙ ↙ 』
[ With Omegas ] xxxx[MRD's. Of course it wouldn't be easy] xxxx[ and action!] xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
This fiery red-head captivated his attention with the promise of sweet tea and a southern background, ensuring that he had definitely chosen the right company for their adventure to the mall. He did admit though, that while he had an appreciation for the simpler joys, he would not be contributing something homemade. Blake was many things - a good cook not among them. Her response to him admitting a fault gave cause for a chuckle, and shook his head. “Well one can’t have everything.” He agreed humbly, but couldn’t help but think he was pretty lucky.
Considering they were going on a public endeavor, Blake activated his image inducer, not wanting for his face to match any of the newstands, given his father’s overly active campaign. Charlotte pretended to be offended with the change in appearance, and the pair bantered back and forth over the matter - which ended with him promising to inform the dark-haired guys on campus that she wasn’t interested. “Always a pleasure to help a lady, ma’am.” He said, his lopsided grin taking over his expression.
They then picked up Roland and Leion, and soon headed out to the shopping center, the trio conversing about their southern roots. Though he would have liked to listen to Roland’s origins, now wasn’t the time, and they soon found themselves on the second floor, all of their eyes peeled for any sign of the kids they were sent to find. The only girl in their group pointed out his experience with shopping, and he didn't hesitate to explain his mother's addiction and strategy to feed it. She complimented his mother, and he couldn't help but shake his head with the smile that took hold of his expression. "I don't know if I'd go that far... resourceful yes. Smart? Questionable. She did marry my father after all." Though the bitterness that mentioning his father brought left an acrid taste in his mouth, none of it could have been heard in his tone.
It didn’t take long for inspiration to strike the Texan, and he steered the small group to the arcade. Ever the gentleman, Blake offered to get the lady in the trio a prize and her remark on the subject earned her a Texas-sized joke. She at least didn’t seem to mind. “You had to have seen that one coming.” Blake teased, oceanic eyes full of mirth.
Charlotte must have had eyes of a hawk, as she spotted the kids playing a game not long after they’d gotten some tokens. Their approach was a simple one, where they asked for a turn on the game next, only for the cowboy to state that he wasn’t nearly as good… With the music, the beeping and the laughter of other kids, it hadn’t been hard to get a private conversation inconspicuously. Charles was easier to convince, but eventually Veronica agreed to their help as well, and they were suddenly on the move, picking Roland up on the way out. His exit strategy was sound - the food court would be brightly lit, but populated enough that they shouldn’t draw attention as they left.
Blake got them some pizza to go, anticipating that the worst was behind them… only to be sadly mistaken. As they passed a woman fumbling with her tote, he heard the alarm. Grimacing, the molecular manipulator wasted no time in hurrying Roland and Charlotte along with the kids, instructing them to get to the portal. With the pair together, the likelihood they’d reach safety as he served as a distraction would be a lot higher.
Just as Narcissa arrived to help a Sentinel crashed through the skylight, and glass littered the floor. A few slivers caught him, though the cuts were minimal compared to what they could have been. He hissed from the stinging momentarily, but was quick to focus again - not having time for much else. The leader had announced she and the native had arrived to help, but her blast did more to prove that than her statement did. "I see that." He said, trying for a light tone despite the situation.
Aren taunted a few of the MRD’s, and grew to an impressive size to hang them on a flagpole. While gallant and showy, the size shifter managed to capture the attention of the sentinel, which was demanding that he halt in his tracks. This was going to go over well. He grimaced, and started glancing around to see if anyone was near enough to the robot to help the poor native.
Taking a moment to check the scene, it was breathtaking to watch how quickly the Omegas slid into action. But there was one mutant without a mask… without a uniform, and he grinned when he heard her voice. “Language, Aftershock.” He chided her with a click of his tongue for what must have been the hundredth time since he had gotten to know her. It felt like eons since he had seen her last. “Nice to have you join the party.” Blake greeted, hoping she'd recognize the disguise he had on.
“Solaris, we have an old student among us.” He paged, figuring the leader ought to know that Alice wasn’t hostile. Most of the time. “She might want safe passage back.” Blue eyes searched the blond’s face for confirmation, as though he had merely posed the question to her.
Peyton let out a gale-force wind just after asking anyone still on the ground to prepare to wreck the sentinel as soon as she got it off its feet. “That’s our queue.” He said, pointing in the direction of the robot as it crashed to the ground.
Within the blink of an eye, he transformed back into a molecular cloud and rushed toward the mutant-killing machine. At least this way he’d not have to worry about MRDs trying to stop him. He figured Alice wouldn’t have too much trouble following along. As soon as he arrived, he reformed his human structure, and took a second to breath - the cuffs the woman had slapped on him earlier had drained him a little more than he'd expected.
Unable to tear into the robot's armor quite yet, he took the time to re-connect with Charlotte, concerned about her and Roland's well-being. "Skadi, are y'all safe?"
Terrible post. Sorry!
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 9:27 am
 LOCATION: MALL // COMPANY: MALL GOERS, MRD // THOUGHTS: GOOD TO BE BACK, BABY // MUSIC: X
This is a fight to the d e a t h,xxxxxxxx
Our holy war,xx
A new romance,xxxxxxxxxxx
A trojan whorexxxxx
We will, we will, we will rise again
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This is a f i g h t for the day,xxxxx
Night,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Black and whitexxxxxxxx
A victory dance,xxxxxx
A burning riotxxxxxxxxxxxx
We will, we will, we will r i s e again
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 5:02 pm
"They're acting like they want a riot, it's a riot I'll give them
As the sound comes higher on this violent rhythm." 
It was later in the day when Krystof noticed that something was off. The same schedule repeated over and over, for months on end, never deviating more than a few moments, though it wasn't as if the mutant was timing his captors on the delivery of his meals. Solitary confinement had a way of changing one's focus, however. Krystof had been waiting for the chance to take advantage of the smallest of errors on behalf of the MRD, to capitalize on one detail he might be able to turn to his advantage, and not a single opportunity presented itself... That is until today. He recalled his lunch rations were a little late today... he could recall a few more echoing voices from down the hall than usual... as if the guards were distracted with something, rushed to some end. The were likely preparing for something, and Krystof knew that whatever it was, it would bring his oportunity to jailbreak with it. And so as he returned his tray and canteen, he focused upon the door, waiting for some burly, armored soldier with an automatic rifle to come to unlock the door, to retrieve him for some purpose... but hours passed and nobody came.
Krystof dropped his guard at last, several hours after meal-time, relaxing on his bunk. Staring at the swrils of concrete and listening to the eerie electrical buzz of high voltage flowing through steel cables. He wondered for a moment if he had better just go ahead and accept this fate, to stop preparing and simply submit to this punishment dealt to him by some cosmic being who deemed him worthy of such treatment. Krystof shook his head for a moment, scoffing at the thought. If he gave up, then what the hell would he do with all his time? This was who he was, how could he give up on his identity? Mutant or not, Krystof Rykov was not about to just give in and submit...
"Good Afternoon Mr Rykov..."
Krys lept from his bunk, springing onto the balls of his feet. Fists clenched instinctively, muscles taut with anticipation as his jaw locked intensely firm. The Warden's voice on the telecom might as well have been the voice of God, dealing out judgement upon the Mutant the way he sprung up in anticipation, ready to meet his maker at last. But alas, the silence that followed was unsettling, this was a peculiar day indeed! Sure he'd recognized the old man's voice through the raspy speaker, it was his commanding tone which boomed through not long after he'd woken in this room after his little "outburst." Krystof would make damn sure to make that man choke on the ******** collar he'd strapped around the Mutant's neck.
For a moment, Krystof pondered if the man was awaiting a reply from him, as if he was calling to see if the man was still alive. Slowly, Krys shifted closer towards the seams of the large bulkhead door before leaning in slightly, cautiously, only to be greeted by a feminine tone, and to jump only slightly at the sound. He'd almost forgotten what a woman's voice sounded like... it was a nice change to the norm, but could he trust it, whoever this broad was, the Warden had to be standing beside her.
"We won’t force you to leave if you wish to remain in custody, but if you’d like your freedom…”
"Like hell!" Krystof would finally bark, not even taking the chance to miss out on such an oportunity as this, even if it were all some crazy manipulative new torture his guards were trying out on the max-security prisoner, Krystof would take his chances. "Get me the ******** out of here already!" He would shout once more, unsure of if the voice on the other end of that speaker could even hear his pleas. As the massive door finally gave signs of life, slowly swinging open, Krystof silently thanked his maker for the fresh air which rushed in like a breeze as he finally came face to face to a rather odd couple of soldiers branded with the letter X upon their uniforms and nothing more. One thing was for certain, they weren't affiliated with the ******** who ran this compound. Still, Krystof reluctantly remained within the four walls of his cell, unsure of what to say, of who to trust... until the female presented a most coveted item of greater value than any treasure on the planet... the key to his Suppressor Collar, with only three words...
“Now is the time.”
Krystof surged forward, his hand snatching the tiny metallic object from her fingertips as he skillfully slipped it into the only open slot on the godforsaken device. Hearing the soft click of the lock releasing, and the positively flawless sensation of the accessory going loose around his neck, Krystof celebrated for a moment, removing and thrusting the object into the electrified wall of his cell he'd stared at for so long with more than enough intensity to have it shatter on impact.
"I've got no clue who you people are, But I cant lie, I definately owe you for your help!" Krys would finally speak, his eyes shifting from one individual to the next as he would step from his cell eyes scanning the cooridors around them. "Either way... I'm assuming you've got some kind of extraction plan? I mean if you came all the way out here just for me..."
( outofcontext: )
 "Go on already, hit em! You gotta be kiddin'
Wanna talk about a victim, Imma put you there with 'em!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 6:47 pm
 ғυcк ωιтн мє αи∂ чoυ ωιℓℓ sєє
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBOW TO ME AND HAIL TO ME
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LYDIA ORCHID AUTUMN┃O M E G A┃PREHENSILE HAIR ┃M A L L
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WE BOW TO NONE. WE STAND AS ONE. Civilian Outfit: [Christ] vs. [Warhol] Costume: [Live][In][Fear] ”Very,” she said, simply, as Magda questioned her choice of blue motif for the day. Orchid had a general idea of how her fellow Omegas might react to so much blue in her attire, but by now they had to know how little she cared. All she cared about was that she looked good to herself; ******** everyone elses' opinions. Still, Magda's question amused her, if nothing else. She didn't know why she chose the blue motif today, just that she felt like wearing a lot of blue. As usual, she went with her instincts in regards to her style. Orchid pursed her lips when she heard Magda's next comment, however. She had to remind herself that Magda was her friend, and that strangling her where she stood was not something friends would do. Comparing her to a Smurf was one thing, but comparing her to an Alpha was another thing in particular. She might as well have called her a short bus kid, or worse, fat. She had to know that being an Alpha was the same as having a developmental disability, right? She was almost positive that Aspen was some form of autistic, and the blue twin had to have suffered some kind of head trauma at some point in her childhood.
"Now that was just needlessly cruel and uncalled for,” she said to Magda, gently caressing her cheek in a rather condescending manner. ”the Smurfs are pop culture icons, and the notion that they would lower themselves to sleeping with Alphas is just disturbing. Although they did make movies with Katy Perry, so I guess anything is possible with enough drugs and liquor involved.” And with that, she lead Magda toward the base's war room.
Once they were all prepped for their mission and went through the portal that would provide transportation to their destination, she noted Magda's expression. She chuckled at the girl's reaction to the whole ordeal; stepping out of one country and ending up in another entirely had to be a unique experience. Or, as Magda had so eloquently put it, trippy. ”I'm sure the eggheads at the base can explain how it works if you really wanted to know,” she said, motioning toward the portal they'd just stepped through as other team members still walked through it, ”Or if you just needed some help getting some sleep.” With a smirk, she motioned for Magda to follow her toward the mall. She raised a brow when Magda mentioned how she did not expect to be there again. For several reasons, she did not expect Magda to be the mall-going type. In all honesty, Orchid was not the mall-going type either. Unlike other girls, Orchid was never much for shopping, especially at malls. Most clothes one bought at the mall were not really to her taste. It was all too... mundane for her taste. Occasionally she'd find some jewelry or accessories she liked, but such was rare. She mostly made most of her clothes, or at least ordered pieces she could not make herself online.
She asked Magda for suggestions on how to find the kids, and to her surprise Magda actually put a lot more thought into it than Orchid might have guessed. ”Well, that goes without saying,” she said with a smirk when Magda mentioned not wanting to be the one searching. She would have preferred to do the hiding, herself, though she could not imagine it would be long before she was caught, with how much she tended to stand out. Either way, hiding was the lazier half of hide and seek, and she was all for that. She allowed Magda to drag her to a directory and look for shops where she thought the kids might be hiding. Magda suggested that the typical gathering places were off the table, as those were far too obvious. She also stated the places with not much traffic were also out. This confused Orchid somewhat. Was there much else left? Magda suggested they'd be hiding in plain sight and be constantly on the move, which Orchid had already concluded for herself. After a bit of brainstorming, Magda suggested they go get some food before they do anything else, and Orchid shrugged in agreement. ”Why can't we go to the candy store now?” she asked with a faux pout. ”I like to have my dessert first.”
Along the way to the food court, they passed by a video game store, with screens flashing scenes of computer-generated toys for teenage boys. ”You know they made a video game about me?” she asked Magda, being completely serious despite her amused tone. ”I didn't even realize I was very famous. I mean, they made me British and gave me guns, but the game was about a tall long-legged badass with a perfect a** who likes cat suits and stripping naked for no actual reason, and uses her hair as a weapon. It's totally about me. It has to be.” They didn't get very far before their communication devices screeched out a warning about stormtroopers looking to secure the mutant targets. Orchid grimaced. ”Well I can't say I'm shocked,” she said, just loud enough for Magda to hear. ”It's morphin' time!”
In seconds, her clothing was replaced completely by a shiny black “PVC” catsuit covered in belt buckles, with matching gloves and buckled steel-toed combat boots. Her face was covered with an ornate black domino mask with tentacles coming out of the bottom that invoked eldritch horror, which was exactly what Orchid wanted. Naturally, her most notable feature was her long blue hair, so that had to go as well. With a thought, her previous hair style was replaced by platinum blonde locks. They shortened a bit, and gathered over her head in the form of a mohawk. ”C'mon, minion,” she said to Magda with a wry smirk on her face. ”The sapiens want monsters. Let's go be monsters.” She ran out the door and back out unto the mall proper, fully expecting Magda to be right behind her, sprinting toward where the most commotion was.
Eventually she heard her comm go off again a few times. Once it was to inform the team that the mardies were using power inhibitors. The next it was to warn her of what she had only assumed was inevitable, a sentinel attack. She didn't necessarily have to be told about the giant machine, as she heard the destruction it caused even before she heard Narcissa's voice. Eventually she found her way to the chaos, but her attention was immediately drawn to a certain busty redhead being held up at gunpoint. She couldn't let that stand. Strutting with a typically overconfident swagger, she stepped behind the MRD foot soldier. Her hair grew longer, and several tendrils shot toward the man all at once. One wrapped tightly around the man's gun hand, pulling it back over his head and forcing him to shoot wildly into the air by accident before dropping it. ”Sapiens and their ******** guns,” she said, scornfully. Another tendril of hair wrapped tight around the throat of the man, choking the life out of him with every passing second. Another tendril still circled around the man's waist, undoing his gun belt and all the extra ammo and equipment it held. When she secured his belt, she quickly tossed him to the side with what very little life he still had left in him.
Before the man could scurry away on hands and knees, she brought her leg down as hard as she could on his shin, possibly breaking it, or at least spraining it, with all that force. Coldly disregarding him completely as he screamed in agony, she reached for the gun the man dropped, as well as the one Charlotte had dropped. She grabbed one with her right hand, shooting the man in the side; at point blank, even she could not miss. She handed both weapons to Charlotte along with his utility belt. ”Here. You'll probably need these. I was never much good with a gun anyway.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 8:47 pm
Roland Chevalier
Location: NYC Streets
Thoughts: Crashing the party with style He dashed his way through the streets of the city, letting the armor slide back into himself so as to not cause further alarm. It was already bad enough, hearing the crash of what he assumed to be Sentinels behind him. His heart pounded, the cacophonous rhythm in his chest slammed like a drum. He felt the cascade of adrenaline, norepinephrine, epinephrine, dopamine, serotonin; the effect was similar to being struck by lightning. He knew enough of the fight or flight response, that primal aspect of oneself, that the neurotransmitters flooding his body were having a greater effect in part due to the increased dilation of blood vessels, allowing the muscles to be flooded with the hormones and neurotransmitters. If he was not moving like this he would’ve been shaking, his hands would be trembling, his vision would be a tight tunnel, his hearing would be a constant ringing. To the untrained eye, you’d think he was running from the fight in fear. However, to anyone actually paying attention they would realize that he was just moving to his next objective. He made his way to the entrance, knowing that was where Charlotte was going to with the kids. They were going to the park, back to the portal. He knew he was disobeying orders, going off on his own, but he knew that by giving Charlotte that edge he could regroup with her. He’d given her a bit of a window, better opportunity to move about with less boots on the ground. He felt the concrete as he barreled his way through, doing his best not to knock anyone down in the process. A few utterances of the phrase “Excuse me” and a multitude of times saying ‘sorry’ were definitely apparent as he finally made his way to the park. He was maybe a hundred feet away when he heard the order to drop the weapon. He saw several agents surrounding Charlotte and the twins. Letting the armor form over his body once more he began to charge, his enhanced strength giving him a good start as he leapt forward. Bearing his left shoulder in, he pressed through as he collided directly into the MRD agents rib cage. He could feel the bones crack and give as they shattered from the momentum. With momentum, he also had leverage. The broken ribs caught the agent by surprise as he proceeded to grab him with both hands by the leg, lifting him up. With a quick motion he pulled up with his arms, sending the soldier flying as he slid to a complete stop. He initially considered using a blade, but he had no intention to draw blood, resolving to utilize a club, which formed him his hand. Orchid made a timely introduction as she struck one of the other soldiers down. The third and final one he moved towards, simply decking him before he could get a shot off. He took note of Orchid handing Charlotte the soldier’s weapons, to which he simply smirked beneath his mouth-guard. Looking to the twins, he offered a kind hand to the sister of the duo, simply stating “Let’s get you guys out of here.“ His voice calm and soothing, despite the violence that he just unleashed, he kept calm and was caring towards them. Looking to his communicator he grabbed it and contacted Blake. “This is Paladin, we’re alright. A minor delay, but Covet and Anima have converged on us. Making our way to the objective.”Looking to Skadi he said simply, “Let’s get moving.”OOC: Let me know if I missed anything please!
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2015 2:36 am
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Alpha: Outside Prison Camp
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Thomas "Transmigration" Morgan
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On the other side of the portal the teams moved to split up, Bella taking one team while Leo took the other. Thomas might have wished he was on Bella’s team, but he knew she could take care of herself. Still her leaving with the other team didn’t ease the worry in the pit of his stomach that was ever present while friends of his were in danger. Telling her to be careful, the songstress responded with the same. “Always, see you on the other side.” The man breathed out low enough he doubted anybody other than Bella would catch it.
After that, the healer approached Leo and asked what the plan was. It took the animal mimic a moment or two before he started dishing out orders. The first of those orders being to switch their comms to channel four. Doing as requested, Thomas listened to the rest. The plan for Bianca was to go ahead and mark any guards she spotted.
Hearing his nickname mentioned in a shortened manner was nothing new. It helped streamline things in stressful situations. Thomas was sure Leo was used to the same thing, it was a curse of having a long codename. They couldn’t all be as short as Blaze. Leo’s question was heard, but unfortunately Thomas couldn’t respond in the affirmative. He still wasn’t used to this whole mission setting and having to heal outside of the infirmary.
“Unfortunately no. I have a syringe to directly take my blood out and transfer it, and I have a knife for more emergency situations, but no vials. That’s a good idea though, I’ll keep that in mind for the future.” After speaking, Thomas fell silent, but wondered briefly if his position on the team could be almost completely voided if everyone had vials. Would that be better? Thomas didn’t exactly consider himself a very important member aside from healing and maybe providing a meatshield.
Mentioning to stay close to him, Thomas began following him, thinking it fortunate that he didn’t have to worry about a flashy show of power. Moving through the trees as quietly as he could manage, they eventually stopped near the road. Leo split their group up to attack a jeep from every side, Thomas being stuck with the man himself. Everyone moved off to do their jobs and Thomas remained tightlipped as the jeep rounded the corner.
Further orders were dished out, and while Thomas wasn’t completely comfortable causing pain to others, he would do his part if it came to it. Tara stopped the vehicle and as the guards started to get out to see the problem, Thomas moved forward hopefully with the others. Grabbing the first guard that was within reach, Thomas delivered a quick elbow to the bridge of the man’s nose. While the man moved to try and mount resistance, Thomas moved his knee into the man’s stomach. “Here Macabre finish him off.” The man spoke as he pushed the man behind him, hopefully into the waiting Macabre. If not, Thomas would move to finish him off if need be.
Thomas just wasn’t pleased with having to do this, but all this was to save lives right? Hopefully in time that would make him feel better, still, it wasn’t like he was killing someone.
(OOC: Sorry for the extremely sucky post. Couldn't think of what else to add. u.u Just put Bianca on autopilot, I officially dropped her. -sighs-)
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I will now rise from the ashes.
Don't call me pretentious.
I'm sitting here making my own rules.
And if I fall from the ceiling.
You'll be down there waiting.
And my only hope. Is falling down.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2015 8:06 pm
 
Daylia gave Gracie a nod. There were certainly a lot of pros to getting the mission done quickly. Of course it was selfish to think about it like that, but she couldn't help it. A slow grin spread on her face as she joined Gracie in openly gawking the two new Omega boys that were to accompany Kerri. She couldn't help but feel that Roland should be jealous of the newbies with his girl. She couldn't help but smile and shake her head at the dark haired girls response. "True."
She couldn't help but giggle at the hex generator. Apparently the other woman also wished to have a pair. Again Daylia couldn't help her questions. "Ehh, I guess. It's just a shame." She said with a shrug. Though as the other woman went on she couldn't help but laugh. "Never heard that one before." Though she couldn't help but feel that the brunette was right, especially with their generation. There were just no gentlemen left in this world. It was a lost art. "But at least it's alright to just do a drive by glance. They have nice butts." She said with a shrug.
Not long after their innocent gazing and scrutinizing of their teammates, they made their way to the mall. Despite the mission at hand, Daylia couldn't help but succumb to the will of her stomach. The girls had made the food court their first pit stop, and as always, it was crowded with people. As they made their way through, Daylia continued to scan the crowd, trying not to be obvious about it. "Well, maybe since it's my fault, I'll go to the gym with you." She said with a small grin. "Maybe." She obviously couldn't make any promises, after all who willing wanted to go sweat?
She ordered her pretzel, questioning her friend on what people would think of her if she just brought back a bunch of food. She joked that she may have seven stomachs, only to have her friend say that she hadn't ruled it out. "That would be a pretty awesome secondary mutation if you ask me." Oh the food she could eat if she actually had that many stomachs. It would be glorious.
With the lunch fully enjoyed, they began their trek, talking about where to look for the kids. Of course they couldn't rule out a movie theater, and Daylia was beginning to hope this mall didn't have one. Gracie pulled D into their first store, a Forever21. Usually stories like these were not ones that Daylia frequented. Their chit chat returned to Kerri, and D couldn't help but suggest having a girls night. She even suggested that they could pretend Luke was a girl to include their new alpha friend. Though she may have only suggested it because of his culinary skills. She couldn't help but return the grin. "If he does, we'll have to sneak pictures, ya know, just in case we need to blackmail him some time in the future." Or just for their own enjoyment.
Daylia couldn't help but feel a little out of her element as they shopped. Nothing seemed to strike her fancy. She looked to Gracie, a questioning expression on her face as she examined the clothes that were being held up for her. She made her way over and took them, examining the wares once again. It was obvious that Daylia doubted the clothes that Gracie handed her, it was written all over her features. "I don't know." She said as she tilted her head. "That seems like a lot of work just to wear this one shirt, and unnecessary extra laundry." She threw the items over her forearm so that she could try them on at least.
Though before she had a chance to even try them, their coms went off, and if that wasn't bad enough, some of the mutant hunters seemed to have found them in the store, or at least the traces of their mutant gene. She pulled her partner in crime to one of the dressing rooms and locked them inside. She had dropped the clothes somewhere along the way. They attempted to get their uniforms to appear whilst ducking each other. "We should have paid more attention in that meeting." She said, finally figuring her out.
She couldn't help but peek through the door, nothing that the group was making their way towards the dressing rooms, the beeping on their equipment getting stronger. She requested a plan from Gracie, seeing as she had none of her own. She turned to look at the woman, then the wall. She bit her lip, not knowing for sure that she wouldn't get one of them stuck. She glanced back to the door, only to see it shake, a voice demanding that they come out.
"Uh, we're not even decent d**k." She called curtly as she turned back to the wall. "Long way it is then." She said lowly, knowing that it would be even more of a pain to fight their way out of the dressing stall.
With a deep breath, Daylia looped her arm with Gracie's. "Hold your breath, and for gods sake, whatever you do, don't let go." If they lost contact, that was it. "On three." She added before beginning the count, the door behind them sagging in wards with each number. "One, two... Three."
Daylia pulled Gracie to the wall, her own breath being held now. She could feel the tingle of her power kicking in. It began in her gut and exploded outwards, and took a considerable amount of concentration for her to pass the gift into someone else. She couldn't help but tighten her grip on Gracie as they moved, fearing that she would be the death of her. The tingling got even stronger as they began their pass through the wall, like a wave washing over her where her body met with the wall. It was a strange feeling, one that let her know where her body was within the wall, and that if she stopped, that portion of her body would get stuck.
In the matter of seconds, Daylia and Gracie emerged on the other side. She pulled Gracie in front of her, making sure the other woman was free of the wall before allowing herself to let go. The tingling faded, radiating back to her stomach. Though as she drew in a deep breath of relief, she stumbled, feeling slightly light headed. She could hear surprised yelps from someone who had been enjoying their lunch past a sort of ringing in her ears. She shook her head and blinked her eyes, trying to focus on something.
"That needs more practice." She breathed. Never had she experienced the side effects that bad, and could only assume it was because of the force she put into it to extend the gift to her friend. Her mouth felt dry, but now was not the time to stop moving. "We gotta get out there."
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Kitchen ----> On Mission
Ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ: There goes shopping.
Ｗｉｔｈ: Gracie
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2015 8:50 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: MRD Facility
Thoughts: Posting up, lining up the sights… Gabriel’s mask was surprisingly snug on his face, the lenses of the facial plating giving him a clear line of sight. He’d made sure the lenses were polarized, eliminating any glare that might pose a problem. The air was cool as he breathed in through his nostrils, forcing himself not to breathe through the mouth. The ventilation of the ballistic mask would fog up the lenses if he breathed in through his mouth. His rifle felt good in his hands, the weight feeling just right. He listened for Bella’s reply regarding permission to engage, his response simple “Understood. Only as a last resort.” That said he was already making adjustments on his scope. It was a cool day, air temperature not terribly high, not enough to generate a wind speed anywhere over five miles an hour. Under normal circumstances he would’ve laughed at Aurie’s joke about watching asses, but for right now he was focused. He visibly twitched a bit, so as to tune out the mental distraction, needing to keep his head on a swivel for shooting if it came down to it. His brain was firing on all synapses, his gunmetal eyes stern, hidden away by the metal mask and polarized lenses. He felt the the weight of the ammunition that hung about him as well. The pistol sat on his hip, the SMG across his back. As he positioned himself at the tree, making a note of his newly appointed spotter (Dom) as he chambered the round. “Hey you’re the one stuck with us, and then stuck with me. Let’s just get through this, go home, and hopefully not have to deal with much else afterwards.” he stated simply to the Omega charity case. The truth is he was not in the mood to be anywhere near folks. He wanted to be in his lab, working, he wanted to be developing his technology, his work, furthering the means to protect his teammates from these Sentinels. He’d already gotten some time to poke around the machines, and he wanted to know more. He remembered what it took for just one of those giant robotic bastards to go down, he was practically down for the count after that ordeal. He wanted to know more, devote more project time to those Sentinels, figure out ways to circumvent their sensors, overcome their armor, anything to give them an advantage. One that may not even require the use of their powers all the time. He wasn't expecting to be able to wipe out the threat with the push of a button, but wouldn't it be a marvel if they could at least have a win without direct confrontation? This is what seemed to gnaw at him. That frustration that he wasn't doing what he felt needed to be done. The less time he was spending around that the more irritated he had started to become. Was this why he was so angry right now? He'd never really felt this way before, he hadn't really been this... irate. This aggressive... this annoyed... this... clinical in his mentality. He wasn't angry he was just... strange. The gunman hadn't been known for losing his temper, or even being remotely moody. God's honest on that front. He attempted to keep a straight face about it, but even he as emotionally stunted as he was knew someone was going to notice. If they hadn't noticed already. But the truth was his emotional state was not the crux of this operation. He bit down on the mental bullet and continued his overwatch with Dom, realizing that he was going to need to talk with someone about this. He didn't know who, but he'd need to talk to someone. “Got anything? I got s**t on mine.” he stated in a matter of fact to Dom. "So, who's corn flakes did you s**t in to wind up with us?" he asked, trying to start some small talk. Christ he just wanted this mission to be over. OOC: Let me know if I missed stuff folks!
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 11:17 am
 
Before they headed out, Daylia and Gracie couldn’t help but watch people pair up together - in particular how Kerri didn’t even give her boyfriend a second glance. Granted, it made sense for her to watch over the new blood… but it would also make sense to invite her beau to their group. The dynamic duo made a few remarks, but their observations only brought on more questions that they did not have the time to get answers for. It might not have been so noteworthy had it not been for the fact that both of the new guys were head-turners, but they definitely were. The southern belle said that next time, she wanted to order a pair for herself, and Daylia merely giggled at the thought, stating she hadn’t been aware that they could do that.
Sadly, both agreed that good men were a dying breed and Gracie sighed, all of her quips and comparisons aside, a man was the last thing she needed, or even wanted. “Glances are fine - especially when checking out the rear,” She agreed. “But I’m content to live the rest of my life out alone. With nine cats.” Even as she said it, she glanced down at her hands, her resolve steeling over all the more at the sight of her bare ring finger. She was better this way - less like an unfeeling zombie. “I don’t have the patience to try and train another man… and I highly doubt there are any available that come pre-vetted.” Not that she’d done so great a job last time, but who was going to point that out?
When they got to the mall, the common topic of food transitioned itself into their conversation, and Emlen accused her friend of trying to add too much to her waistline jokingly, claiming she was going to have to become a gym rat in order to remain in shape. “Oh, if I go… I’m definitely dragging your a** with me.” She threatened with a grin, amber-rimmed orbs searching the crowds as they walked. It didn not take long for them to get their choice in food, but Gracie had been sure to grab a burrito for Daylia’s seven stomachs. “It would explain a lot.” The hex generator remarked with a grin. “And then I would feel far less bad about considering a tapeworm to keep up with you.” The way she said it made clear that a parasite really was not an option.
The first store they went into offered a variety of flashy styles, and while they were searching for the kids, both agreed they would do well to cement their cover by picking up a few things. Gracie picked out a variety of shirts and pants for herself, and then tossed a few to Daylia, who said she needed a sense of style. As they ‘shopped,’ their conversation turned back to Kerrigan and her potential relationship woes. The phaser suggested they do a girls’ night in, and the Georgia native quickly got on board with the idea - especially with the suggestion that Luke be invited. Gracie nodded, but amended that his participation would be conditional; he’d at least have to wear a tutu. Her fellow Omega agreed, pointing out that they would have to get pictures of the night as proof. “It’s a go then. We will tell him over dinner.”
Her tongue clicked against the inside of her teeth when Daylia appeared the skeptic to the clothes Gracie had picked out for her. “D, love… you can’t have it both ways… Fashion requires effort.” She teased. “It’s been a woman’s curse for centuries now.”
They had started to head back to the fitting rooms when their comms went off in unison, and seconds later someone yelled at the front of the store, claiming that they’d detected mutants within the perimeter. s**t. Daylia yanked her into one of the small dressing rooms, and they both tried several times to get their new uniforms to activate.”Potentially… but then we wouldn’t have all of these memories of looking silly trying to get dressed.” Gracie said with a small giggle.
Daylia asked for a plan, and the hex generator sighed, quickly listing their options in her head. With the limited amount of exits from the store and their current location… any plan of action was not going to be easy. She suggested that Daylia phase them out of the store, and she could see the hesitation in her friend’s expression. What she asked was far more than the girl was used to doing. They did not have much time to decide though, as just after she had made the suggestion, a man shook the door to their dressing room, demanding that they come out.
Her redheaded friend made a curt response to the jerk outside, and Gracie could not stop herself from adding. “You see, it started with me needing help with the zipper on this dress… the little bugger got caught. And then, I couldn’t help myself. When in Rome, you know?”
While she was sassing the guy standing outside of their door, Daylia made the decision to opt for the path of least resistance. She looped her arm in hers, and instructed the dark-haired beauty to hold her breath and hold on. She nodded once to the instructions and glanced back at the door in front of them. Just as the word ‘three’ hit the air, Emlen pointed a finger at the door. “Heads up!” She said, smiling as she disappeared behind the wall. She’d been thinking about explosions and fire, figuring they might trip the fire alarm and rain down on everything.
Passing through a wall felt unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It felt itchy as she passed through the molecular structure of building. Her limbs felt as though they’d fallen asleep, and she did her best not to gasp, lest she inhale some of the insulation. It easily was the longest five seconds of her life. As soon as Daylia pushed her forward, and the tingling began to subside, she allowed herself to open her eyes - completely unaware she had shut them to begin with. Someone yelped in surprise at their sudden appearance, and Gracie glanced back at her friend. “Remind me next time just to burn down the store to get us out…” She said, flexing her limbs from her toes to her fingers to shake off the remnants of phasing through a solid wall. “You alright?” She asked, thinking Daylia looked a little green.
The fire alarms went off then, white lights flashing toward the ceiling, accompanied by a terrible, repetitive, loud screeching noise. Instinctively, Gracie’s hands shot up to her ears, muffling the awful alarm system. “I guess my trick worked too.” She said with a grin, revelling in her own success. “And here come the sprinklers. Hide your electronics.” She pointed her finger again, and the alarm in the break room disintegrated in a green cloud of smoke, lowering the noise level to a more manageable level. “Oh dear lord that’s better.”
The guy who’d been enjoying his lunch was suddenly up, with his back against the wall. Gracie grinned, dolefully shaking her head. “Because a wall is going to stop us.” She said, reminding him of what he had just witnessed. “But don’t worry. We’re not here for you. And so long as you’re a good boy, and take your lunch outside like nothing happened, we’ll leave you alone. If someone comes looking for us, you saw us go in the opposite direction, kapeesh?” Gracie waited for his shaking nod, and could not help the patronizing smile that leaked into her expression. She shrugged, figuring their witness situation was handled for now, and hooked her arm back in Daylia’s to help steady her. “Shall we?” With her free hand, she reached over and grabbed a bottle of water from the countertop and handed it to Daylia.
They needed to move; it would not take long for that MRD to guess that they’d gone through the wall, despite the distraction her explosion had likely caused. They couldn’t risk remaining stagnant. Dragging Daylia alongside her, Gracie kept her pace quick, but not quite running. She veered them to the left, and checked the hallway. For now, no one else was around... "If I were a food court... which direction would I be?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 3:52 pm
Name: Leonardo Rossi
Team: Alphas
Location: Base - Outside Prison Camp
Showtime
((Sorry that I'm skipping a few people, but we really need to move it along.))
Leo couldn't intervene in the little stand-off Kat and Bella were having – he just couldn't. He had made a promise to Bella, and if he got in between the two of them, he knew he would break it. Because in reality, it would probably all come up – all of the things he had been holding back ever since Katerina Force had arrived here. It was why he had been so calm up to this point – he was using all of his strength just to keep himself back.
Anything less than that would have his fist driving through the shape shifter's skull.
There was one person though, who had decided to get in the middle of it, and it was the absolute last person he would want to be involved in that whole mess. At one point he could feel Aurelie's shockingly blue eyes staring right at him, and for the first time in perhaps a month or so, he made eye contact with her. The moment was fleeting and he averted his gaze only a moment later, afraid of the sudden feelings that had panged him.
Besides the usual mixture of emotions that plagued him though, something else was there: disappointment. Disappointment that she would may never understand what Kat was truly like – and just how much Leo truly hated her. There were nights where he couldn't go to sleep because he knew that she was still out there somewhere, causing people harm, doing the unspeakable. The animal mimic and the shape shifter's feelings towards each other stretched far beyond the trivialization of a little rivalry. Leo would fantasize about snapping the young Italian's neck, or doing much worse things to her.
Quickly, he had to get his head in the game. His focus couldn't be divided while he was on a mission where people depended on him, regardless if he was the leader or not. He gathered his squad and dished out his orders, hopeful that they would all follow them and make sure to take his lead. The last thing he needed was someone who wanted to be the hero or at the very least go off on their own because they thought they knew better.
He had asked Thomas if he carried samples of his blood to dispense to team members if they became injured, and was disappointed when the answer was no. At the very least, it gave him the idea for next time, but the grim thought had crossed his mind that someone might not get a 'next time'. Performing a transfusion in the middle of a battle situation wasn't exactly easy.
They had moved out quickly, without much incident. Leo had smiled and nodded to Tara as she approached, reminded himself that he was so glad that she was coming along. There were very few people that he trusted and knew well at the Academy, and she was one of them.
In all honesty, he was surprised to see just how well they were all responding to his orders, seeing as how they were either new, or just the fact that the Junior X-Men didn't have a lot of time to train people and run simulations. Regardless, things were going well so far. They had all gotten into good positions and were hidden by the time the Jeep came into view.
His head snapped around though when he heard someone behind them, but was relieved to see that it was the teleporter Julian. Leo securely caught the keys in his gloved hand before silently nodding at Julian and watching him disappear. He was impressed with how fast he was working, but then he reminded himself that he was working with Kat. With all of her personal and moral faults, Kat was good at what she did. Not to mention having a teleporter at your side nearly guaranteed speed – Leo had firsthand experience with that.
Tara had stopped the car with precision, and everyone had leapt into action. Leo headed immediately for the side of the car closest to them. Thomas had hit the driver in the nose and thrown him back, and Leo was right there with the alley-oop, slamming him right back into the Jeep. He had noticed that the one in the back ride side had stepped out, but lost his footing and slipped, falling to the ground, due to the water that Marcel had put on the ground. The guard had raised his weapon, but Leo ripped it easily out of his hands and threw it into the bushes.
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Once the guards were all secured with zip-ties and put back into the Jeep, Leo turned to the group. "Good job guys," he commended them. There were definitely pointers he would have given and techniques he could have shown, but this wasn't a training simulation. This was real, and they needed to keep moving. He motioned for them all to follow as he started to slowly make his way down the hill, with Bianca making her way towards a good vantage point as Leo had ordered. Leo kept low, slinking around and using the foliage as cover. There was a real chance that they would be seen, but speed was important right now.
They made it down to the bottom of the hill, and knelt down in some heavy foliage, doing a quick come-hither motion with his index and middle fingers so the team would do the same. Pulling out his comm device, he made a map of the prison appear and referenced it as he began to explain things.
"Alright, so the main part we'll have to deal with are the snipers in the towers on our side of the courtyard," as he was explaining, red dots were showing up – Bianca was tagging them. "Once we take care of them, there will be the guards that are throughout the yard – those will be the hardest to deal with since they're mixed in with the prisoners. Take these," he distributed the keys that he had gotten from Julian, "and make sure that you're covered as you're taking off a collar. Last you need is to be shot in the back while you're freeing someone. Plus Mig probably only has a limited amount of syringes," to show that the last statement was supposed to be a bit humorous, he cracked the hint of a smile.
"We're gonna all split up in pairs. Tsunami and Macabre, you're a pair, Blaze and Mig, you guys are together, and Landslide," he nodded at Tara and made eye contact, "you're with me. As soon as we're inside, make sure you stick with your partner. Don't go off alone – ever." He took a second to look around the group and make sure that everyone understood. All of this was key, and was going pretty fast. He needed everyone on the same page.
"Landslide," Leo turned to his trusted friend once again. "I'm going to ask something pretty big of you. If you don't think you can do it, don't be afraid to tell me you can't, okay? I need to see if you can take down the wall – at the very least, the places where the guards are. It'll give people avenues of escape and will take care of our sniper problem. If you can't, there's another way." If Tara couldn't take down the wall, they could merely scale it and take down the snipers one by one.
((**I kind of glazed over this fight scene since we need to keep things moving, but don't be afraid to write out your character kickin' some bad guy booty.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 9:51 pm
➔ Columbus Circle Shopping Center
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The comment was meant to be a joke. She wasn’t seriously suggesting that Orchid was the product of an Alpha and a Smurf. Not only did she think it was physically impossible to breed the two but Orchid was definitely too tall to have Smurf genes. Definitely.
But did she say anything about that? No. She didn’t miss the condescending manner in which Orchid caressed her cheek and chose instead to keep her mouth shut for the time being. Although she personally didn’t think the Alphas were inferior, she couldn’t say the same about her roommate. To her, they were all equally annoying, regardless of team affiliation, and she didn’t possess enough patience to really deal with anybody.
But Orchid was okay. Or rather, Orchid was all her patience allowed her to handle. She found it surprising that she had actually managed to live with another person for that length of time… in an underground facility without being filled to the brim with the urge to shove that person through multiple walls. Was this progress? Or had she completely lost it? Either way, she was glad to have one person she actually kind of sort of liked. It made things a lot easier.
Stepping through a portal was one of the oddest things she’d ever experienced. One moment she was in the war room in Canada and the next she was standing in Central Park in New York City. It took a moment for her brain to process the distance she’d just traveled. How far away was New York? It had to be at least a thousand miles.
That was crazy. They didn’t even need passports…
“No thanks,” She said in response to Orchid’s suggestion of having the “eggheads” on base explain to her the science behind portals. “I’m sure it’s fascinating. But I’d rather not listen to them talk any more than I have to. I’ll just use my imagination.” Listening to them wouldn’t even put her to sleep. It would just make her extremely irritated. Portals were interesting and all but she wasn’t desperate enough to go asking about it.
Once they made it inside the mall, the two looked at a store directory and brainstormed about possible places the kids would be. Magda crossed off a list of stores the kids would least likely be in and suggested that they might just be hiding in plain sight. But that still left them with too many places to search and the last thing she wanted to do was go looking for two small children. There was absolutely nothing appealing about that. So instead of doing something she really didn’t want to do, Magda suggested they get food first. Besides, there were plenty of other Omegas. At least one of them would run into the children.
“Because, Orchid, these devils put the candy store at the far end of the mall. We’re closer to the food court. And also because I want pizza.” She gave Orchid a tiny smile before heading in the direction of the food court.
They passed a video game store on the way to the food court and Orchid mentioned there was a game about her. In response to Orchid's spiel about the character, who apparently also used her hair as a weapon, Magda smirked and said, “So it’s not about Smurfs?” And that was all she was able to say before a few messages came in, calling them all to action.
Magda sighed as Orchid dragged her into a hallway. “I guess this means I don’t get my pizza… what a shame.” She shook her head in exaggerated disappointment and did the stupid moves she was taught to activate her uniform. Once they were both suited up, Orchid began sprinting towards where the action was, leaving Magda to trail behind.
She ran at her own pace, not bothering to hyper exert herself to keep up with the taller woman. It wasn’t like Orchid was hard to miss. Her platinum blonde mohawk and her shiny black catsuit could be seen from a good distance.
As she ran, she extended her repulsive aura and the crowd reacted as expected: they moved out of her way, making a clear a path for her to get to where she needed to be. Two MRD soldiers raised their guns at her and shouted for her to stop. She reacted by sending them flying with a repulsive force. She could hear gasps and screams from the human witnesses but she didn’t care. She kept running until she reached Covet.
However, by the time she reached the girl, it seemed like the show was over. Three MRDs were sprawled on the ground and all of them looked to be in critical condition. One… looked barely alive. Looking from one soldier to another, she sighed and pulled back her repulsive aura. “You guys didn’t even save one for me.”
Only then did she notice the two kids standing by Charlotte. She kept looking at them as Roland sent a message to Blake, updating the guy on their status. “I’m not touching them,” She whispered to Orchid, making a slightly disgusted face at the two kids.
Without another word, she followed the group to the park.
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