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 Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 10:25 am
 Location: Sim Room then Time Skip to X Jet
After recovering from his initial reaction, the cowboy had seemed to ease up a little and fell in line with her teasing. She was a little more casual in her teasing than Alice, considering she knew next to nothing about the guy but by no means was she going to let an opportunity to mess with him pass. "Guess it's probably a good thing," Farren assured with a wink, "I'm not an angel."
Although many initially assessed her as a dainty, pretty thing, she was far from angelic. Her appearance was about as far as she could take an angelic impression unless she was deliberately pretending to be someone else.
"I suppose I'll just have to give you," Farren responded with a mock crossing of her arms and skeptical tone in reference to his claim he didn't lack experience in the bedroom, "the benefit of the doubt on that one, cowboy. That's relieving if it is true, though, a cowboy who doesn't know how to ride or pull off some rodeo tricks is a pretty depressing cowboy, indeed."
"Well just don't put too many," Farren said with a chuckle, "gray hairs on your head trying to keep her reined in. That'd be an awful shame, a tragedy, really."
"Oh so typical. Trust a cowboy," Farren quipped at Blake's expense to Alice over her shoulder, "to need his chasing fix. Maybe he has a special lasso just for that purpose. And no need to apologize, hon, I accept the consequences of my own decisions and actions. Wanderlust can be rewarding or damning depending on the encounter."
Farren chuckled softly when Alice compared getting close to Blake akin to breaking into Guantanamo. Perhaps Blake's ears nearly bled but Farren was merely amused by the majority of Alice's commentary, especially the portions at his expense. "Someone really ought to set those prisoners in that place free, it isn't even actual American territory. That being said, not sure it's going to be me. I think at the very least I'd need to scope the place out before I make any hasty moves." She winked briefly yet again, followed by a pixie-like smile.
Her amusement bubbled into full on silky laughter that managed to remain soft despite how hard she was laughing. Blake face palming at Alice's blessing to pursue the Texan had been too much for her, the two were like watching a live sitcom. His apology only elicited a small exhale through her nose as she covered her mouth with the tips of her fingers to stifle her laughter slightly, smirk still visible all the while. "Not to," Farren assured with a smirk, not at all phased by Alice's suggestion, "worry, I'm hard to scare. I think we ought to be more concerned about you having high blood pressure at this point than me turning tail and running."
While outwardly she did appear breakable like a porcelain doll and her voice was soft enough to make her seem docile like a doe, she was anything but. Many seemed to peg her as a gentle soul, which wasn't completely inaccurate aside from the fact she was not really passive by any means. She had learned to stand her ground long ago and roll with the punches, whether they were physical or verbal. Having a conversation of such a nature with Blake and Alice was almost as effortless for her to navigate through as a choreographed dance she'd rehearsed thousands of times before.
Farren didn't miss Blake's effort of assuring his eyes didn't wander after she mentioned her lack of attire. At least from first impressions he didn't seem like a total pig or horn dog, that was always relieving and she appreciated his effort. "I grew up in and visited Canada a ton after moving away, you can practically find a country bar down the corner in every single town big enough to accommodate one. I'm no stranger to country, sir. They even taught us some square dancing in school."
"Haven't you ever heard," Farren asked Alice jokingly, quoting Huey Lewis after she told them to be there or be 'square', "that it's hip to be square?"
"What a shame," Farren jokingly coddled the Texan before departing, "for you that you decided to pluck guitar strings instead of join in the pool festivities. Alice tells me it can be quite a spectacle at times."
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Farren couldn't say she was terribly familiar with organizations outside the X-men so the fact they were being supported by S.H.I.E.L.D didn't set off alarm bells for her the way it likely had many of the others. She hadn't been present for previous fiascos the teams had been involved in so she was essentially offering up a shred of blind trust when it came to such matters.
While there was a small sense of anxiousness, it was half due to knowing she'd never been on a mission before, let alone one that held this much gravity, and half anticipation of just wanting to be in the action already. She was fairly confident she'd be able to handle herself well enough to not be a weak link. Her mutation made her pretty durable so she didn't have to worry about getting roughed up too much either. More likely than not, she'd have to be worrying about supporting others and assuring those who weren't as durable as her didn't get roughed up.
Like many of the others, she chose to mentally prepare herself, closing her eyes and cycling through the tai chi motions she would have physically performed had she not been strapped in her seat. Calming her mind and building herself up before what was inevitably going to be a stressful battle was the best she could do until they landed.
Blake had been silent for the entire plane ride, also seeming to have wandered off into his own world, but had emerged from it once landing. The Texan was evidently concerned about the fact her and Alice had previously exerted themselves in the simulation. While she couldn't speak for Alice, she was almost always in possession of excess energy due to her mutation. It was a miracle if she even burned off enough to get herself to sleep for more than an hour or two. "Can't speak for Alice," the petite girl responded to the Texan with a wink at the end, "but you have no need to worry about me. Energy's rarely, if ever a problem for me, I have too much of it. I'm lucky if I manage to sleep at night. Thanks, though, for the concern, sweet cheeks."
The moment they'd hit the ground, s**t was already going down so they didn't have the time to exchange quips and pleasantries as they had before but Farren was quick to nod her head to both Alice and Blake briefly before offering them a thumbs up for good luck. Nothing seemed to bring people closer together than humor combined with lives being at stake. "Remember, Alice," Farren said before taking off to assist whoever she could, "no funny codenames while I'm being fired at."
While there may have been a sense of security in trying to stick together with Blake and Alice, she knew that was a silly notion considering the chaos likely to erupt. She would try her best to assist them and keep close but she knew it was unrealistic to expect to remain with them the whole time and that was precisely why she chose to respond to a comm broadcast from Roland requesting assistance.
She hadn't met the big guy personally but she had picked up a few names well enough to remember them. Farren knew Roland was the tall dude that could summon armor and she was quick to put what she'd practiced in the sim to the test: switching from super speed to super strength within a few seconds of the other to create some more efficient use of her ability. Combinations and cycling between strength and speed had been her focus and now she was out in the field to actually test it in actuality.
While Paladin had requested Aero's assistance with one guard, she decided to even the odds by assisting with a second so Roland was only left with one to deal with. She noted that Aero had purposely positioned himself to the far right so she reacted accordingly, choosing to approach from the left so he wouldn't have to be concerned about her crossing his line of fire.
"Paladin, Aero, this is Fracture. I'm going to assist with the third bogey, going to approach from the left so Aero's line of fire remains clear. The middle one will be all yours to deal with, Paladin."
Farren had stored enough excess energy to perform her maneuver with relative ease, assuming she didn't screw it up. She took a quick breath before channeling her mutation into her body to launch herself toward the bogey on the outside left. She decided to run at it straight as opposed to from the side to avoid accidentally overshooting herself. The petite boxer wasn't confident enough about her judgment and precision just yet, more practice was required, so she opted with the safest route.
Her mutation launched her toward the outside left machine and she purposely collided with it in order to absorb the energy from the impact. She'd blitzed toward it fast enough to knock it down out of the air and as the machine fell to the ground, her atop its chest, she took that time to convert to super strength, deciding to aim her fist for the 'face', knocking the head clean off of the machine just before it crashed to the ground with her on top of it. "What's the best way," she generally asked over the comms, "to decommission these things?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 3:36 pm
 LOCATION: SIM > FIGHT // COMPANY: FARREN, BLAKE // THOUGHTS: LET'S DO THIS // MUSIC: JEKYLL AND HYDE // CLOTHES: XX
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: Mon Oct 23, 2017 7:57 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: Mission Site
Thoughts: Lock n’ Load After the mess in the kitchen, Gabriel had gotten his food and quietly exited the kitchen. He’d wrote the instructions on how to make the cake and not turn it into another mess for the girls. He was not in the mood to be going through a tutorial, hell he was barely in the mood to make the cake. His dietary needs surpassed any desire for interacting with anyone. Getting himself back to his room, he scarfed down everything rapidly. God it hit the spot, it was well worth the wait and possible aggravation. Soon after he finished his meal, the call came in. They were going to war. SHIELD grew a pair and finally asked them to take down the little science project gone wrong. This is why you never utilized a full AI for this type of thing. Much as he was impressed by the idea, the decision to leave the building and maintenance to a fully autonomous AI the risk of new interpretations of their basic programming start to grow. Seeing that these machines began to see humans being the root of the problem, well a mechanical solution to an organic problem would surely suffice. People were starting to be round up, with the genetic potential of birthing mutants, thereby fulfilling their programming before they even need to fight them. The irony of having the very weapon designed to protect them turning on them was not lost on the mutant gunman. He pondered this as he sat in the jet, checking the chamber of his rifle. He was not about to go into combat against robotic death machines just armed with his powers and wit. No sir, he was going in armed with some ordinance. He switched out the chambering in his Salient GRY Rifle to fire Beowulf rounds. .50 caliber chambered rifle rounds, they were originally designed to punch a hole in an engine block, perfectly suited for turning these machines to scrap. Soon the jet touched down and the fight went underway. Alarms went off, turrets rose up, and Sentinel guards came tearing down on them. Flipping his mask on, he proceeded to move to a suitable firing position. Raising up the rifle he lined up his sights on a man-sized drone and fired. What came next was a sight of pure spectacle, the large caliber bullet punctured the drone through where the collarbone would be on a human, ripping off the right arm at the shoulder. The sudden dismemberment threw off its trajectory, causing the machine to make a rapid descent. Tracking the drone as it tried to correct itself, he fired once more, completely dismantling the machine with two quick shots. s**t he thought to himself Sight must be off. Scanning the area as he made a quick adjustment, he spotted August in the ruckus. Jogging over to him, he sighted his weapon once more, preparing to open fire yet again. He quickly turned to his comrade, “Got any ideas?”OOC: Short post is short, lemme know of any problems!
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2017 3:04 am
 Tᴇᴀᴍ Aʟᴘʜᴀ :: Fᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ Frightened/Uncertain :: Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Hangar----X-Jet/Mission Site ::Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ Alpha teammates/Finn (Kraken) :: Wᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ This/Alpha Uniform :: Iɴ Hᴇʀ Hᴇᴀᴅ …too much…I can’t move…! ::”LAST OF THE REAL ONES-!”As the stereo on the hangar floor shook with the song trailing off into its’ final chorus, yellow tinted plasma crashed to the ground like a descending soufflé, leaving the young mutant agitated and cursing silently under her breath. Her breathing irregular from exhaustion, she stifled and tried to shape it once again, shifting its’ lumpy edges and refining its’ form to something recognizable. A book laid at her feet and her eyes continuously shifted to it, ‘Imagine it…motorcycle, motorcycle…’ She repeated in her mind, picturing the motorized bike in her head and attempting to produce one before her.
The past couple of weeks, ever since the tag exercise, she’s pushed her studies harder than before, inspecting more complicated objects to try and produce, things that could be more helpful to her teammates. Despite being such a good learning experience for her, she felt useless compared to the others, running and messing things up for her mates- she had to try harder. The plasma had taken up to the lower part of where the engine would be, causing a smirk to finally appear on the girl’s face. This was the closest she had gotten to so far today. She thought starting from the bottom time around would be a lot easier, but her hands were beginning to tremble and send the shakes down her arms, ‘Please just a little…more!’ She begged herself. Hours had gone by, further than she usually would consider make anything big like this, best she could do was one or two big constructs every couple of hours, but today she didn’t want to stop there.
Unable to take it her fingers flinched and the plasma crashed and burst in a large BOOM, the sound waves pushing Collin to the ground and the book towards the stereo. Collin wrapped her arms around her head as she breathed heavily, her whole body tired as it realized her exhaustion. She unwrapped her arms and stared at her palms, watching as the trembling slowly ran its course. She felt largely disappointed in herself right now. She swished upright and crossed her legs, slightly pouting. She glared over at the book against the stereo and grabbed it, then watched as it fell on the floor in a large plop. From that plop a small amount of plasma bounced out from the skin of her wrist. She caught it and she shaped it into a disk shape. She crumbled it again then tossed it, but while still holding on, and let it stretch into a slender whip like shape and at the end something resembling a pull along toy car formed. She pulled the toy shaped plasma back towards her then squished it back into a ball in her hands,‘Well I can make these things just fine…’ She sighed, extinguishing her plasma and laying back on the cold floor, it became rather relaxing to her now… XxxxxxxxxX Collin felt the pit in her stomach grow deeper during the flight. She kept her stare at her shaking hands and was afraid to move less she fall over from sheer fright of the situation. To suddenly be thrust into a mission with her team was one thing, but she had no experience with these mechanical mutant death machines, she only knew the experience of them forcing everyone to flee the old institute. She felt unable to breath, forgetting how to inhale and when she did she felt like she was choking to release the breath, creating sharp inhales, one of the only noises she could actually make. She brought her palms up to her mouth and breathed sharply into her palms trying to calm down. She had tuned out the sound of everyone around her, not knowing that some felt the same as her, while others were, for some strange reason, looking towards the fight. She knew the rundown of the mission but her mind was incredibly fuzzy right now she couldn't even remember if she had everything. She fumbled her hands around her person to check for her equipment. She only had her field headset and hip speakers, but she didn't feel them on her body so much anymore after becoming comfortable with their weight on her.
Her hands froze and she finally shot a look up along with the others as she felt the plane descend. Her heart thumped so heart it might pop out of her chest. If didn't try to calm down now she really would become a liability in the field. She undid her belt, but froze in shock watching Wraith and a few others rush out ahead of the rest of the team, ‘What the hell?!’
How could anyone go out without hesitation like that? This shocked caused her to be one of the last ones out of the plane, but she almost didn't want to step out the safety the jet provided. She could already hear shots and explosions in the distance before she made it to the ramp. This wasn't going to be like the sims at all...She stomped her foot and the clang allowed her body to secret the plasma and she wrapped it around her hand like a bandage to hold onto.
She awed at the sight of the shadowy beast attacking the massive robot guard, if only seeing giant robot battles in person was considered cool right now. She followed closely behind the remaining of the Alphas, but she found it hard to not watch the guy in action with those vicious shadows. She felt her boot catch on the ramp and she went diving down, but she caught herself on her knee. She shakily sighed, trying to keep herself calm, but she didn't see the turret guns pop up form the ground, clearly one of the many security measures around the facility. Her focus went up to meet the gun, but they widened as Kraken dived in front of her. She caught him but fell back as the force of the shots and the man's own weight took them down.
She bit her lip and whipped the plasma from her hand out, a large ball forming at the end as she swung it down and smashed against the turret gun's metal plating, crushing the barrel and causing the machine to twitch irregularly, unable to descend. Collin jerked the plasma back and raised both hands to spread it around her and Kraken to form a shield. She looked at him as he called to Storm for cover, biting her lip again, 'I'm so sorry,' she took a hand to sign this to the man, though he may not have known what it meant. Bullets from another turret hit her shield causing her to practically jump out of her skin. She opened her mouth as if she was screaming and threw her shield plasma at the gun in panic, causing a small explosion and BOOM. She breathed deeply and quickly whipped up another shield to curl around them. She was right- this was not like the sims at all!
((OOC: I hope this is okay I've been without RPing for a while so if there's anything wrong let me know ^^" Also I hope it was alright to take the spot of the girl Finn helped out ^^))
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2017 6:23 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2017 11:06 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2017 1:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2017 8:46 pm
  
The telekinetic chewed on the golden ends of her hair as the X-jet propelled toward their destination for several minutes before she realized just what she was doing. Grimacing, she dropped the strands and opted to grip the armrests to prevent any further bad habits from her building anxiety. Bumping elbows with Lachlan, she flushed a little. “Sorry about that.” She sputtered, quickly moving her arm off of that side to give him some personal space.
Just the idea of sentinels left her heart racing and did its best to drive her into a panic. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, she knew she’d never get used to this. To fighting. To being the calvary. None of this was her. She was made for dancing, music, art… not for a warzone.
Though her mutation said otherwise.
Silently, she listed the reasons why they were on their way to New York, as though the justification would make this easier. Lines between humans and mutants had only deepened with the passage of time, and the robots they designed to “keep the humans safe” only endangered those who had never asked to be different. She didn’t like the fighting, but she saw today as a necessary evil. Those machines would exterminate all of them if left alone.
At least, today Bella wouldn’t split her and Katerina up between groups. Not that the shapeshifter would have listened to those particular orders anyway. Glancing over at her quiet best friend, she attempted to toss her a cheerful expression. No doubt the shapeshifter was antsy to get off the jet and start wreaking havoc. This was her sort of playground, and Kat was definitely ready for recess.
Once the jet touched the ground, everyone stirred, and the tension felt palpable. Rising to her feet, she caught Alex’s quivering hands out of the corner of her eye. Patting her on the shoulder, Aurelie did her best to sound reassuring. “It’s going to be okay.” Her voice held all the kindness in the world, both for Alex’s benefit and her own. “We’ll need your eyes to see what’s coming in the distance.” The telekinetic said to the shy girl next to her. “This is fight is for all of us.” Strangely enough, she almost believed the words falling off her tongue. Alex mentioned staying with someone and the would-be ballerina nodded at the suggestion, a small smile tugging at her lips as she made a joke at her own expense. “Well, my eyesight certainly isn’t the best.” Pointing to the sapphire orbs in question, her mouth pulled downwards on one side. “Contacts became a thing as soon as I was excommunicated.”
A part of her was in awe that another teammate would put so much trust in her, when she was every bit as nervous as she. “Don’t feel bad… I think I ate an inch of my hair on the trip down.” She remarked, blue eyes widening a fraction as she studied the ends of her ponytail. “I’m no good at this… Especially after the bomb incident at the mall.” Her voice got quiet then as guilt flooded her.
Those people had suffered horrific deaths because of her own failures. And she would never forget it.
Dimitri’s perfectly timed commentary about the weather successfully ripped her from her memories and brought her back to the present. “It’ll honestly just be nice to be outside again.” She murmured quietly, already aching to feel the sun kiss her skin. “Fake lights and the same scenery all the time can only do so much.”
Nodding to Bella’s words of encouragement, Aurelie sucked in a breath and released it slowly as she silently counted to five before her brain picked up on what the magma man said. “Master Play-Doh?” She repeated, her features brightening with a smirk, ignoring the fact that he was so easily talking about killing someone. She’d definitely call not-it on that one.
The ramp went down, and Aurelie glanced at her blond teammate. “I guess this is as ready as we get.” She said, throwing up an invisible shield just as the doors opened, in case their enemies started firing immediately. They dispersed as soon as the ramp ended, and one of the newbies to their team waltzed into the robots as though they were nothing.
Watching Alexander carefully, she marveled at the use of his shadows taking on the miniature robots, though she didn't think any of them should be so quick to walk alone. This was how Gabe had gotten hurt the last mission. Biting down on the bottom of her lip, she felt torn between letting him do his own thing, and asking someone to follow behind. "This place is too dangerous to try and go solo." She said, worry coloring her tone.
Another teammate (Finn) asked for cover from Storm as he shielded Collin from an onslaught of bullets, pulling her attention away from the shadow manipulator for the time being. Throwing up an invisible wall between them and the shots, the telekinetic already didn't like how this was going. "Got you covered until Storm gets the fog up." She said through her communicator, just as the projectiles started colliding with the shield. They fell to the ground, harmless. "Let me know when you want to fire so that I can drop the guard." But as soon as she said it, a thick haze swirled around them. “Nevermind. It looks like you’re good now.” She said with a small laugh as she dropped the shield in front of them.
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iPixie Bunni Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2017 6:44 pm
Rectify X-Jet  Considering the fact this was going to be the super strong mutant's first mission and it just so happened to essentially be a 'life or death' mission, he was more than a little nervous over the matter. While he'd previously been confident that he would be able to make a difference by being there, he now found himself second guessing whether he'd been overly bold daring to believe it. And while he knew muddling over such matters was probably the last thing he should have been running through his head on the jet ride to their mission, he simply couldn't help himself.
The last thing he wanted to do was let anyone down, Bella especially. The gravity of his previous conversation with the songstress still weighed heavily on his conscience. He didn't want to have to use his mutation to hurt let alone kill anyone but it seemed this mission was of far more serious nature than the average. Just his luck this was his first time out in the field.
Of course, the former triathlete wasn't going in completely blind. He had arranged a few training sessions here and there in order to begin extending his knowledge of hand to hand combat, which had previously been zilch. Lachlan had been told he showed promise but the gentle giant wasn't particularly well known for his acceptance of compliments. He assumed it was simply standard reassurance and motivation from overly gracious instructors. While it was appreciated, he really wasn't certain he could fully take their praise to heart. He still had so far to go.
Although the 'bump' was practically light as a feather to the likes of one with his strength, it still managed to startle the evidently distracted farm boy. He jumped slightly in his seat before realizing he'd brushed elbows with the blonde he recognized as Aurelie.
He'd never spoken with her yet he knew of her, that she was a telekinetic and that she was fairly good friends with Katerina, whom he'd subsequently threatened to take out the last time he'd spoken with Bella if she decided to step severely out of line. "Oh," the gentle giant responded, almost as if confused before finally offering a kind smile, "no worries. You've got the pre-mission jitters too?"
If one of the more experienced Alphas was nervous, then it probably spoke to the severity of the mission they were on. Seeing Aurelie's discomfort couldn't help but fuel his own, not that being nervous was really anything new to him. Of course, usually he was nervous about simple, every day life such as accidentally crushing someone. This was a whole new batting cage of potential problems to have suddenly launched at him.
It was then that Bella decided to speak up and for the first time ever, he felt as though he didn't recognize the normally kind, modest girl he'd come to be friends with. Her features were much harsher, her tone almost severe and her eyes lacked the playful twinkle they often held when she was up to her innocent mischief. While her pep talk maybe served to bolster some that had been previously nervous, it offered the farm boy little to no comfort.
And then, just like that, before he'd even realized it or had the proper time to mentally prepare himself, they'd landed. In Lachlan's mind, the ride hadn't been long enough.
As the other alphas began making their way out of the plane, the super strong mutant trailed behind, deciding to make sure no one was left behind before exiting the jet himself. Once he ventured outside, chaos was already erupting all around them. Was this what war felt like?
His heart began pounding as he observed multiple alphas beginning to coordinate such as August and Gabe, both of which he'd met earlier in the kitchen that day. He turned again to see one of the newer recruits, Wraith, his shadows tearing into the Sentinels as if they were pitbulls left with a rubber bath time duck.
It was hard to focus, difficult to concentrate with so much going on and the super strong mutant was quick to start compartmentalizing the events unfolding. He couldn't be everywhere at once so he would have to settle on a group or individual to offer assistance to, all the while trying to remember to take a few breaths here and there.
The gentle giant stood there surveying the situation before his gaze settled on the blonde telekinetic he'd bumped elbows with earlier, or rather, just beyond her. A robot which he assumed was a sentinel was making its way toward the unsuspecting girl as she was offering cover with her ability to a couple other alphas.
Lachlan began making a bee-line toward the telekinetic, aiming to put himself between the bot and his fellow alpha. "Allegra, at your backside!"
He managed to close the gap just in time to put himself between the sentinel's energy blast and Aurelie, serving as a human shield for the telekinetic and taking the full on brunt of the blast. Lachlan's other option would have been to grab the telekinetic in his arms and hit the dirt with her in full tow but the last thing the super strong mutant wanted to risk was accidentally crushing his team mate in a miscalculated feat of strength so he'd opted for the safer option in his mind: taking the blast.
Lachlan braced for the hit, shielding his face with his arms, looking off to the side and hoping for the best.
Anyone on-looking would probably think him daft, suicidal or both, but he had his reasons. His top priority was assuring his team mate's safety and considering his ability couldn't assure it by means of moving her safely in time, he'd chosen to take on the role of safeguarding her from the blast.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2017 8:08 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ (()) Aurelie’s words made her feel a bit better. Sometimes, she hated how easily she got caught up in what she couldn’t do. “R-right.” She kept her voice from wavering the best she could. She nodded slightly and glanced away. A fight for all mutants. What a heavy burden for them to bare. “I only hope we all will be okay by the end of this.” She spoke softly, hoping the burden would not crush them.
“Wait, you wear contacts?” Then again, not like she had ever asked that about Aurelie. “You could have fooled me.” Wasn’t that the purpose of contacts? She shook her head and felt her cheeks faintly redden. “Sorry. I am saying silly things now.” She smiled slightly at her own expense. “I am sorry though that has become a thing. I have heard they can be a bit of a pain.” Considering Aurelie looked a bit down bringing it up, she felt the need to say something sympathetic.
“Oh dear.” She glanced at Aurelie’s hair. “Hopefully your hair will forgive you for that.” Okay. That was even more silly for her to say. She tried to keep her cheeks from reddening more before frowning. “Aurelie…” That had been her first mission. She recalled it all too well. “If you ever wish to talk about it…I am all ears later.” She felt that was best she could offer. It was probably best Dimitri spoke and caused the subject to change.
She giggled slightly at Dimitri’s joke. “I honestly hope for the same.” She smiled slightly at the mentions of the outdoors. “Yes, me and Aren were talking about the outdoors earlier. Even tried to use the simulation room to feel like we were outside. But…you are right. There is something about nature that a simulation just cannot capture.” She just wished her first time outside in what felt like forever had not been mission related.
The brevity didn’t last long as they soon found themselves preparing to head out. Dimitri claiming dibs on killing someone caused her to look away. Inhuman or not, she wasn’t sure she would ever be comfortable enough to talk about killing like that. “Uh, right.” At least Aurelie talking took her mind off that mental thought track. She needed to focus on the here and now.
She stiffened at how quickly they were being shot at. Why did she hope that they would at least get a moment’s breather? She took a deep breath and allowed her eyesight to enhance. Her eyesight felt narrowed in like she presumed would be like looking through some sort of scope. “Keep the shields up that way. They all seemed to be clustered over there for now.” She pointed to give Aurelie guidance. The sound of mechanical tearing distracted her, causing her to look over in the direction of the noise.
Alex’s eyes widened at the marvel of Wraith attacking the Sentinels like that. Even if her mutation was offensive, she could not imagine being that much of a powerhouse ever. “Woah.” She blinked a bit and stared with surprise. Aurelie snapped her out of her stupor with a comment that caused her heart to clench a bit. “You are right, but it seems so chaotic that I’m not sure if we will be able to get over there quick enough.” Wraith seemed on a war path. One that wouldn’t be stopped easily.
She swallowed at realizing that while still staying behind Aurelie’s shield. Her eyes stayed enhanced to give some idea of where the shots might be coming from. If she tried using her hearing, she knew it would overwhelm her and cause her to be stunned. “We are still good though. I do not see any one of them sneaking around or anything.” If anything, like robots, they all fired straight from their current positions at them. Kind of unnerving in a way to see humanoid robots acting well like…robots and not humans.
Aurelie quickly jumped into action to throw up a shield upon another Alpha’s (Finn’s) request. She looked over there and noticed Colin there. Her eyes widened slightly, but felt herself sigh a bit in relief that Colin was okay. However, her enhanced eyesight picked up on the injuries the Alpha (Finn) had suffered. “Are you going to be okay? Do you need treatment?” She asked him over the comm. Bullet wounds to her were always bad. But, she had never been shot to know for sure. She hoped to keep that up.
When the fog showed up, she rubbed at her eyes. Rarely did she have her eyes enhanced while fog was around. But, even though it was like a thick film had been placed over her eyes, she found some capability to see through it. Just faint blobs of shape now considering the fog’s thickness. “They have not moved yet. The fog must still be confusing them. I would not push our luck.” She explained while swallowing a bit. “Who knew though I would find fog to be nice right about now?” She smiled just slightly, hoping the remark wasn’t in poor taste.
She remained vigilant though and noticed some movement coming towards her and Aurelie. The fog made it hard to tell who or what it was, but she gripped Aurelie’s arm lightly just in case. “Something is coming our way. I cannot tell what.” She trusted Aurelie’s judgement. But then, as if to prove she wasn’t being overly paranoid, someone ran towards them warning Aurelie of something coming from behind her. Alex glanced over her shoulder and noticed the same blur. “Guess it is something bad.”
Her body tensed at what looked like the Alpha doing a nose dive for the ground. What were they doing? She honestly hoped he wasn’t playing meat shield or however one would phrase it. But, it looked like it. As he fell towards the ground, she recognized him as Lachlan, someone she had become friendly with herself and who had been sitting by Aurelie on the plane. “Rectify! You alright?” She called out with a frown on her face. She hoped Aurelie had done something in time to keep his injuries minor if any. Otherwise, Lachlan had to be regretting his actions right about now. ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Alpha side of the fight
Till our brains intertwine with Aurelie and Lachlan (nearby Dimitri, Finn and Colin)"
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2017 9:47 pm
Now that was an interesting thought. Usually, everyone boasted to some degree what their abilities were, but Marcel was perhaps fixated on the thought of making something a bit more beneficial to the team that he never once thought to ask Cameron just what capabilities his powers possessed.
”That is something I didn’t think about initially,” he explained. ”I only focused on the hydrogenic base and prioritized it last, water being where my abilities derive from. Whenever we go out on the field and we have to work with one another, sure, let’s put it to the test. I think it may also be best to try and fix it some more here as a result though. Better to be safe than sorry, eh?”
That might have to wait for the moment though as Dimitri arrived with a few questions on his own for shooting. Marcel was perhaps stoked everything had paid off. He still had to ask how it would impact movement, but maybe if the conditions were met, timing the shot at an accurate angle was perhaps a whole lot better. Judging from Cameron’s experience, he had no qualms in knowing that the male would be a better shot in trying such a feat on the field. He, however, had to make sure this prototype was refined as possible. He didn’t want to take the chance of having someone suffer from something he failed to “perfect” as much as possible.
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There was nothing more to it at the moment. He was briefed like the rest and informed of the situation they were faced with. Marcel just absorbed everything being given to him and didn’t merely question anything. What was there to question, after all? A rematch with the giant robots from hell and this time, they were apparently going to the source where not just the Master Mold resided, but where also plenty of mutants were detained at as a result. One thing certainly puzzled him and it was the SHIELD incident that occurred a while back when they broke into the prison. There were two of them apparently, one ever so hostile and the other not so much. He just assumed this was likely the latter of the organization of which supplied them with unclear information and kept it to himself. He was clad in his suit like everyone else and could only prepare for what was to come the second they landed. The bright side to this all was that they practically weren’t split by their teams, if Iceman and Emma Frost weren’t the only bizarre, but seemingly effective pairings of which they witnessed apparently. As a result, the thought to test his specialized weapon out against the Sentinels did arise. He would not pass up the chance after all, even if it was just a menial task of bringing a cat down from the tree. That was absurd, clearly, but who would want to waste their time getting an animal from up there without wanting to get creative with the effort? That was his point for keeping them around and his point for also carrying an EDC X9 along his usual equipment: to be creative and not basic.
There were a set of obstacles he needed to get out of the way firstly, though, if he were to consider hightailing himself all the way out over towards the Omega’s side of the field. The first was ever so clear: Survive the impending apocalypse of giant robots ready to fight on their turf and the few souls who were either running around like a chicken with their head cut off or on a bloodpath for vengeance. Marcel was just trying to determine where he would fit in to help presently. On one hand, by the time he thought assisting in one area came up, someone else appeared to help and unless he was any good with addressing wounds, nine times out of ten was he was just as useless on the matter as much as perhaps anyone else. As a result they were already protected.
There was a thought that had come to mind however, when the call for a fog was requested and given as a result and one Rectify found himself playing hero, so to say. Marcel observed everything around him and when the fog happened, an increase to his field vision occurred as a result of the water particles mixing to create the foggy terrain. When the plasma beam fired as a result, Marcel had a few moments to react and respond accordingly.
It probably yielded not to much. He was able to pull up a thick wall of water before the male, but chances were that the plasma would produce steam and the backlash as a result was bound to still occur. At most, maybe he reduced the impact. Marcel was however, ready on the preemptive, his body soaring around the fog covered area to produce a pseudo-flight. It was ultimately Rectify who jumped in the way to save someone else on a last second decision. He made his choice and now Marcel had to make his.
Parts of the fog and steam itself moved through the air with him, following him as he went upwards to encircle the large robot. He felt for any and every opening he could find and when one presented itself, the crevices of the figure’s neck to be exact, he let the water particles go through. Slowly and surely, he let the pressure build, enough to cause the metal to break and bend and when his chances were high, he fired the pistol, the specialized bullet soaring inside. The Sentinel’s head popped off by a culmination of the pressure and the freezing chemical reaction, leaving the gel-like substance in the place of it’s head instead. Marcel spun water through the air to catch the large metallic object from making impact on the ground and by spinning the water around it, the head once more shot off like a bullet, spinning right through the Sentinel’s core itself.
Now, here was the second obstacle at long last: Addressing the wounded as a result of the attacks.
”Sorry for the brief delay,” he stated on the comm when landing down on the ground. ”I should have gotten here a bit sooner, but sort of stalled. How is everyone holding up?
Marcel could keep the fog upheld on the offchance something occurred to Storm herself. From last he saw, Wraith was on an apparent frenzy to go further and further inside before the fog formed, Finn was wounded, Colin and Aurelie were providing cover to some degree and then there was the situation of which Lachlan jumped in the way to protect Alex. It would be there that he began to move the fog and assess the situation a bit more closely while also keeping his guard up. With the fog around him, it made it easier to pull water particles quicker.
(( OOC: This may perhaps be a bit choppy and screwy in some parts. I'll edit it to be more cohesive if granted. Some ideas I had were passed up when having to read over newer posts and as a result, it may probably appear as if I was heading towards one direction and ended up with something else as a result.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 1:00 am
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 9:26 am
  XX【 】 Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus XX【 】 Codename: Wraith XX【 】 Team Affiliation: Alpha XX【 】 Location: Battle site XX【 】 Actions: Climbed up for better vantage point, stayed approximately 20 feet in air, began attacking lights and power lines on the compound facing Alpha strike force “Vae Victus.” A simple phrase Wraith muttered under his breath into the open comm. It was at once a declaration of war and a warning to himself. From a video game, it was a phrase in Latin- he thought. The translation he was able to find supported what it claimed to be. ‘Suffering to the conquered.’ To the victor, it was a cry of war and glory. Those that were victorious had the ability and the pseudo-right to be cruel to those that dared to oppose them. To the ones that lost, it was a warning to expect the worst. Somebody willing to take up arms and extreme measures against you was unlikely to be a ‘good winner’ in such a contest. Wraith did not expect the humans and their sentinels to be good winners. As such, he also did not expect them to be good losers. Under his shell of a mask, the voice was distorted just enough to sound different. Like cupping a hand over your mouth but leaving the bottom open it created a slightly hollow sound. That pleased him. It helped him rationalize the difference between acting as Lex and being Wraith. It was a mask . . . but it was also his face. The face of the unrelenting storm he wanted to be. A dependable and powerful member of the team. Not so much a leader, but one that they could look to when things were difficult. The closest he could think of was the title of ‘weapon.’ It almost fit, but he was so much more in his hardening heart. These were Sentinels, weapons that walked and talked. He was going to be a Sentinel for his kind. Acting in the same role, but needing a different moniker. The humans had their sentinels, mutants should have ‘sentries.’ Those that are on constant lookout and protection detail of their kind. Perhaps he will pitch that to some of the others later. The words were synonyms, but distinct. These were the thoughts that went through Wraith’s mind as he stopped in the field. He did not notice too many had come out swinging as he did. What was the point of a pincer attack that only went in fully on one side?!
Through the comms, he heard a call for Storm to provide cover. Relegating her to that role had better not be the only use of such a legendary figure. She was a veteran X-Man, one that had seen many fights and was easily recognizable. Like Cyclops, if she was on the forefront, the humans assembled would know who they were dealing with. That it had come to the point where the best had come out to handle it. The veterans were as much a psychological attack as a physical one. The Sentinels likely did not feel fear, but the mutants can be heartened. The humans? Wraith honestly was conflicted. They were in his way, but also victims. If he met the ones that created these atrocities, however . . . it was a malicious thought he allowed himself. He also heard some chatter about this not being the time to go solo. It was a female voice and only inspired him further. He almost barked back about how if they wouldn’t be so terrified he wouldn’t be out here alone! Their reluctance to commit to a weakened defense only emboldened the Sentinels. They needed to be weak and the Alphas to strike hard if this was going to work. Instead, they huddled and amassed their partnerships. Wraith began to doubt this was a team- just a group of cliques. He didn’t have too many people he called friends despite wanting to. Now it was more apparent than ever that he was on a team yet on his own. He didn’t turn around beyond looking at his left and right. He only heard the chaos of their powers going off, and several targets being nullified before him. He was the spearpoint for now. Self-appointed, and from what grumbling he barely caught on open comms, unwelcome. To hell with them, then. He no longer approached the compound. He was still far enough away to be able to defend himself but knew that he couldn’t storm the place alone. He was not his hero, Magneto.
Time to change tactics. He was thinking they would storm the place together, and strike hard. Perhaps he was thinking like an Omega. Instead, time to go for something a little simpler. The sentinels would be scanning the ground for him, searching in the direction of everybody else. It was not hard to see how dangerous it was to stay here. With the Alphas behind him and the sentinels before him, he was in the crossfire. Thus, he needed to change his position. Each of his constructs could only last a few minutes. At least, the solid ones. His foreboding way of dispatching a couple of the smaller humanoid drones was effective, but the larger ones would be too big to do the same to. So, he decided to get a better view of the area. His attack stopped, and his constructs became more utilitarian. Various handholds began to appear before him as he created a climbing ‘wall’ of small places to grab and climb. Not a solid shadow wall, just the grips. Within a few moments, he was well into the air and able to see quite well. About 20 feet up, he stopped and rested on a shadow ‘seat’ as his last handholds faded away. He only made two at a time, so he had to climb quickly and carefully. His time spent doing just that in the gym served him well as he went up in the middle of a field.
Now, he only had one weapon to work with- his limit to two solid constructs. One was under his butt, so he only had a single left to consider. From this higher vantage point, Wraith could see the compound a little better. A normal-sized sword appeared before him and shot out with surprising speed towards the building. Frantically, it slashed and hacked at any form of light source. “Can’t see, can’t fight.” Any wires and electrical source was fair game, focusing far more on the building than the six-foot-tall androids mounting a defense against the attack. His dark suit, the nightfall, and the focus on the jet’s compliment of Alphas should keep him safe up in the air for a few minutes. In the meantime, he had to disable lights and power as much as possible. Short of finding an external generator his actions would only work for a small area. However, between loss of power to floodlights and the gathering fog, cover should be assured. Wraith wanted to scream at his ‘team’ to move in now- but they were too busy with each other. The one hovering up high was left with the same thing he had when exiting the plane. Carefully he stood on his bench with just enough room for his feet. His choice to move ahead of the team showed his commitment to the mission, to his kind. However . . . he was not oblivious to the fact that his actions also alienated himself from the Alpha team members. Again, this time careful to say it only to himself instead of the comms, he muttered on his perch.
“Vae Victus.”
 
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 10:08 am
Gabriel Byrne
Location: Sentinel Facility
Thoughts: Denying Air SuperiorityThe blonde moved through the now full-on battlefield with as much grace a man carrying several pounds worth of gear was able to. Klaxon alarms blared in his ear drums as he pushed forward, leveling his rifle where he could attempt to shoot. He as no good as a marskman if he was moving constantly, he needed to find a position that gave him cover so he could do his thing. Frankly, he needed a partner. Someone who could help in denying the enemy their advantage by allowing him a stationary firing position. Luckily August seemed to provide just that particular opportunity. Bounding towards him, he kept his weapon raised as his inquiry on ideas was answered. Pull ‘em down, blow ‘em up. Simple, and frankly effective. August demonstrated this by altering the gravitational pull on a Sentinel drone to bring it to the ground, which Gabriel quickly hit with one of his .50 caliber rounds. The heavy bullet ripped through the machine’s “skull” with ease, the metal warping if it were soft butter meeting a hot knife. August informed him that he could only hold down three at a time, asking that he be quick. To which Gabriel responded simply “Copy that. Fast on the trigger.”, not really paying attention to the semi-flirtatious manner in which the gravity manipulator’s request came across as. If there was one thing he was good at, it was drowning out the noise and just focusing on the target. Or targets, as it were. August quickly started to bring down as many of the drones he could, seeing that they were in a clear target range before bringing them down. Now things were easier, he wasn’t jostling around while running, thereby throwing his aim off. Now he had steady, precise shots. As for reloading, it was going to be a smooth transition. He’d secured several clips together jungle style, so he could quickly reload without much of a waiting period. More rounds down range in less time was a thing of pure beauty. Soon August was asking about high ground, to which he considered for a second. Getting above the situation would be nice, but it potentially left them wide open. At least on the ground they had a 180 degree field to worry about. Up above, it potentially turned into a full sphere, which could be problematic. “No need.” he said, “But it might not be a bad idea to move forward, get closer to the facility!” it would have been smart to press on, at least then they got inside and had more or less confined spaces to work with. Open fields like this were just asking to be turned into a shooting gallery. Taking his comm, he called out across all Alpha channels he could “This is Siege to all Alphas, Jedi and I are looking to move towards the facility. Anyone with further air denial capabilities would be a huge asset.” a few other people joining them could be useful, even better it might draw away some of the Sentinels to allow for veteran X-Men like Storm to get in and secure an entrance for the rest of them. They were a team right? Everything they did was for the good of the team. OOC: Short post is short, lemme know of any problems!
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 1:57 pm
Alice had a massive grin on her face. She had to admit, she loved a good fight. And with the notion of there being robots involved, this was going to be a damn good one. No worry about casualties if they weren’t living in the first place. She just had to make sure not to take down the entire facility in one error of a shot. There was no telling what was inside.
She moved with Blake. Like years of training together was not going to go unnoticed or forgotten no matter how long she had been away. He was gonna be at her side, besties for life. Thunder buddies. All that. She grinned when he said that he was always ready as they stepped into the fray. Farren asked that she kept the funny code names over com to a minimum. There was nothing Alice was going to promise. Especially not now.
Her eyes swept the battlefield. Her face serious as she stepped out. It seemed like fighting started almost instantly. She hit the ground running. It was in her nature. Blake was beside her before he threw out a soccer-mom style save as if she was a kid riding in the front seat for the first time. She almost hit his arm into her chest before she stopped short as turrets came out of the ground before them.
Get the turrets. Objects that couldn’t dodge were easier to hit. She slammed her hands together, sending a wave and exploding a few of them within her range. The damage was effective as flames shot into the air along with twisted pieces of metal and debris. She heard Blake speak beside her and her eyes went to him. “Got it.”
She continued sending waves out, careful to focus the turrets and not the guards and robotic staff that were coming out in waves from the facility. She didn’t want to risk hitting Blake when she couldn’t exactly see him that easily. The last thing she needed to do was scatter his particles. There would be no telling what kind of damage that would do.
“Seemed appropriate for the situation.” She was running toward one of the robots before she stepped up onto one of the twisted remains of the turret and dove at it. Her fist squared in on the closest thing that it had to a face. Once contact was made with the metal, a precise wave rattled apart the metal, splitting it into a million different pieces and sending them flying.
She took the metal arm that had disconnected from the rest of the robot and spun, throwing it at another drone as it came marching toward her. She charged the distracted bot and gave a flying tackle towards its midsection, taking it down to the ground before she straddles the thing and slammed her fists into its chest. The ground trembled beneath her as waves tore apart the inner workings of the robot, sending sparks and metal into the ground.
“Just how many things are there? Anyone up high got a good visual?”
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