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OOC| Just a question, but are is anyone actually playing an X-Men? xp

OOC| Huzzah! I didn't put two and two together. *falls over*

OOC: My AIM is twilightjoey. If anyone wants to coincide with me or just discuss events.


Boston. Such a lovely city. Well, it would be lovely without all of the mutants with their unhoned powers mucking up the place.

The Pharoah levitated down alleyways of the city looking for more escaped mutant experimentations. His body glowing with a purple aura completely emcompassing his every fold and moving directly with him.

A sharp spike of sadness emitting from a target appeared in Pharoah's mind. He levitated to the corresponding alleyway after a few moments. What he found was a lycanthrope, in werewolf form, towering over a young woman, his body obviously ripped to shreds. The lycanthrope was feeling nothing, apart from pure thrill of the kill. Pharoah's attention was turned to the figure to the right of the young woman. A tall man with long flowing white hair. His emotions ran high upon seeing the empath.

The man with the long hair made a motion to his wolf friend and then pulled out a gun from his coat and fired at Pharoah directly. Pharoah stood still and looked down at his chest as the bullet went directly through him, his astral projection form disappearing after giving a smirk.

Pharoah's spirit returned to his body instantly and his eye opened in his correct state of mind. He looked over the alleyway to see if the two were still confused, his eyes glowing bright purple. He was surprised to see the lycanthrope staring directly at him.

Of course. Fool. His senses knew that my projection wasn't the actual target. Oh well, no matter, they'll both die anyways. Much too dangerous.

Wasting no time, Pharoah jumped off the terrace and levitated quickly towards the two mutants. He landed closer to the mutant with long white hair, still holding his gun at him.

"Didn't someone teach you that hiding behind guns makes a weak man?"

Within a few seconds, Pharoah flicked his hand at the gun and sent it flying with telekinesis, far out of range. The werewolf lunged at Pharoah's open backside and sliced own his lower back with long claw marks.

Pharoah didn't wince. He continued his onslaught with a psychic grip on the white haired mutant's throat, lifting him off the ground. Wasting no time, he forced his anguish and pent up powers from being bored in Boston into the grip and crushed his neck, rending him lifeless within seconds.

Pharoah turned around after letting the mutant free from his grasp. The lycanthrope had repositioned himself at a different angle. The werewolf lunged again and Pharoah lifted up his hands, appearing to be a shield for himself. But it most certainly was not. His eyes shone dark purple as he forced the emotions of the young woman and the white haired mutant onto the raging lycanthrope.

He stopped in mid-leap and fell to the ground, clutching his head. He reverted back to his humanoid form and raged inaudibly about the promise he made to his husband, not being a better mother to his kids, how he shouldn't have left the lab with a dumb werewolf...look where it got him. The mumbles grew more and more inaudible, or possibly...Pharoah just didn't care. The lycanthrope was so caught up in thinking about everything the young woman felt as he killed her and the thoughts of his comrade as he died, he didn't see Pharoah easily leviate his body to him and snap his neck with no problem.

"I grow tired of this..."

LAST OOC: there is now a sticky, please post any questions regarding the game there. any oocs need to go there not in the thread. Within 8 pages of reading, there was 2-3 pages of just oocs. little stressing to read through. ^^;;

IC:

"Erk.... Hey Porter..." Regina said softly, watching him lock up his bike. ~I didn't know he had a motorcycle... Sweet ride...~ she thought, staying beside Penny.

i'm sorry for the short post, i need to run.

Penny handed out the keys to all of the X-Men, "Buddy up.. just incase... get some rest if you can. Jamie, meet me outside after dawn up. 8am... Regina, Porter and I will go over the final plan."

Maybe they should start trusting him more isntead of working against him.

"A good one," Porter said to Tucker who he didn't know and wasn't sure who he ws to be on this trip, "If you don't mind, I would like to have a word alone with these girls."


Penny gave Tucker a look, "For real, alone. Not pretend your a bench, alone."

Porter waited before they were seemingly alone and took off his glasses making sure to avoid directy looking at Regina... a shame... he really wanted to see her without some kind of shades.

"I am not Scott Summers or Ororo Munroe. You need to start trusting me. I am not just a teacher or some kid Xavier found around town to help teach you guys. I've been through this crap and I'm on your side. I'm not here to take your places at leaders of this team. As I've seen it, you guys come up with some crazy plans that work... but I am here to make sure the job gets done."


Freya showed up then and Penny sat there in a bit of disbelief. Freya was a great asset for them, "How many people know where we are? Hey Freya, glad you can join us. We need you."

The others were hunting their prey expertly. Granted there were bodies to dispose of, but nothing too terrible beyond the stench of disintegrating flesh. Rage was contently following along, burning up the bodies when he saw something flicker on his 'porting device. It was his master beckoning him.

"Rage. I have been recently informed by a couple of agents that a vehicle carrying known mutant fugitives has arrived at a motel a few miles southwest of your location," Ahab said calmly.

"This concerns me, why, Master?"

"The girl that escaped, Ms. Chayse is with that group. Plus, the hotel is housing a few other of our escaped detainees. I'm uploading you the coordinates for a direct dispatch."

"Very well then." Rage looked around and saw the others starting to run off to do their own thing. It appeared that he may be on this little jaunt himself, but before he left, he send a message to the other dispersing Hounds.

"I'm heading for a rather large quarry on the edge of town," Rage said, "I'm sending you each the coordinates. Converge on my position when your current hunts are finished." Then, with a push of a button, he was gone.
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In the blink of an eye, Rage stood atop a rather small, quaint hotel. It had about forty or so rooms, and from his estimation there were only a dozen or so that were empty. A virtual infestation. As he stood there, he pondered all the ways he could do this. He could be subtle about it, and just kill them all while they slept.....but for some reason, he didn't want to do that. He could be overt and just storm the hotel, guns ablazing. But that would be too dangerous right now. He didn't get a heads-up on the capabilities of what some of the refugees could do. Never a good thing to go into a situation unprepared. He thought for a second and pondered just blowing the hotel up under his feet. That would very satisfying, ensure lethality, and........

"I cannot do that...," Rage said as he sat down, ".......I will think on this....."

As he thought about it he decided to let loose his aura. What better way to strike than to cause panic and fear in his victims. Plus, he could use the extra added negativity to boost his own reserves. And so, he sat there, eyes closed, scowl on his face, waiting for the rush he so rightly wished to feast upon.

Pharoah disposed of the werewolf and the puny mutant's bodies. Hearing Rage's instructions, he brushed himself off and rose into the air, the purple aura surrounding him; keeping him flying over the rooftops with his telekinesis.

After following the coordinates Rage left him and the others, he picked up a huge spike of fear and worry in one particular direction. After little trouble, he pinpointed the hotel and landed atop it quietly.

Calming the emotions running high in his head, he focused and looked for Rage. Finding him meditating of sorts, he leaned against a machine churning air of some type.

"What's the plan? Total destruction or pick them off one by one?"