As the name indicates...this RPG will revolve around Crossroads and New Beginnings.CrossroadsWe would like to see characters come to a 'crossroads' in their lives where important and life changing decisions have to be made. These events can be very personal...i.e. a relationship beginning, ending or changing, or they can be moral or spiritual. Whatever is decided, they should show 'growth' for your character.New BeginningsThis can be any number of items as well and most likely will relate back to the 'crossroads' in your character(s)' life or lives and/or career. They may be starting a new career as teacher or student at Xavier's School for the Gifted or may have been selected to train for the upcoming X-Men team(s). Their 'new beginning' once again may be as simple as establishing a new relationship or changes in an old one.
The X-Men and all likenesses are the property of Marvel Comics, 20th Century FOX, and ALL the creative minds therein. X-Men Crossroads is a non-profit RPG board. We here participate for the pure enjoyment and satisfaction writing in the X-Men Universe brings.Most of the Bio information is courtersy of Marvel Directory
Rogue turned to Chamber and nodded. "Yeah! It was awesome!" she replied excitedly. "All Ah coulda done was punch mah way through... But, this was much more excitin'!" she replied as she continued to follow the group towards the stern.
OOC: Sorry this is kinda short... Kinda need our "fearless leader" to get things moving, I guess... Besides that, I am kinda at a loss as to what else to write.
Re: Jonah's Whale/Crow/No Tags
With a few flaps of grey wings, Crow took to the salty air. She would have to be careful in her flight; there was still someone left on the flying bridge., and helicopters in the air. They were minor annoyances, but little things like that were all it took to get unlucky once. Now was definitely not the time to get caught.
As she drew nearer to the 'Whale, Miri caught a glimpse of Storm's frown, and the glance upward. Now if only the two could go off and take care of each other, then things would be so much easier. Swooping up to land on the crow's nest once again, she dismissed the possibility. No one's that lucky, unfortunately.
With a quick jump and flare of wings, she glided down to the main bridge. Pretending to stalk an invisible crumb, she made her way past Storm, neither covert or blatant.Just a little birdy here...don't mind me...
She slowly made her roundabout way to what looked to be an elevator. Unfortunately, Magneto didn't have the foresight to make any buttons a foot off the ground. It was only natural for her to be surprised when, an instant later, the door opened. She fought to avoid a startled squawk--she was out of range of Storm's vision now, but the noise would likely make her turn--and peered into it for a long moment. From what she could see, the elevator was completely free of any security.
Then again, who expected someone to infiltrate a submersible?
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Re: Olympia: Stern Hallways/Chamber/Tags:Rogue,Gambit,etc
Chamber nodded at that. He could have destroyed the debris but well things would have been a bit more. Shrugging, he looked at Rogue wondering.
*Punch your way out. Now that would be interesting. Is that your power?*
He sort of quickly glanced at Gambit to see what he would do next. Chamber wasn't about to go forward unless he knew what was waiting on the other side of the debris.
Quote: "Messy but effective, I would say." she answered then smiling back at Gambit. "Hope you didn't mind the mess. Like I warned one never knows what might have happened."
He was impressed, Remy glancing at Wanda, a glint in his eyes, “Well, dat be well done, Petit. De mess I no’ be mindin’ as long as we be gettin’ t’rough,” he informed her, walking up to and beyond the cleared barricade.
Quote:Rogue watched Wanda's use of her powers with awe. "Wow! That was amazin'!" she exclaimed after the way had been cleared for them.
“Dat it be, Cher,” Gambit called, red-on-black eyes finding there newest recruit’s green. Oh how cute she was! ~When we be gettin’ back t’ de mansion I be findin’ ou’ some more ‘bout de beauté,~ he thought, his gaze breaking from hers, searching the haziness in the distance behind him.
“Let’s jus be keepin’ on goin’ in de direction de one eye be orderin’ us,” he called, motioning for them to follow him, disappearing into the haze a short time later.
Re: Olympia Stern / Cyc lops / Tags: Evo, Mystique
Evo: We've encountered bombs, heard gunshots, and this lady's companion, who isn't dead. One of our folks saw him back aboard ship."
Cyclops tried not to stagger as Nightcrawler's teleport delivered Evo's shell and himself to engineering. Having experienced it before let him know to expect the dizzying sensation and the sudden twist of nausea, but it was still debilitating. Out of the spinning world around him he heard Evo's voice, the tone reasonable and reassuring, though the words themselves took a moment to settle enough into his consciousness to become comprehensible.
This lady? Scott wondered, even as he picked up his cue from Evo.
"We have killed no one," he said, sheer will straightening him up despite the churning of the teleport in his gut.
OOC: Trying to move the plot along -- I hope I haven't missed something or taken too many liberties (if so, just let me know and I'll edit). Likewise if I've gotten the physical reaction to the teleport wrong.
For anyone who might been inside this mysterious craft, a harsh double chime might have announced itself in the craft's empty stillness, followed by a mechanized female voice enunciating "Pod 1 remote launch. Pod 2 remote launch. Pod 3 remote launch". Each declaration was followed by a slight shuddering of the craft.
Outside, the imagry was more spectacular. Before each launch, a welling of the sea was quickly followed by an escape of gas and churning of the water, as a white spherical object some six feet in diameter broke the surface and made a trajectory for the cruise ship Olympia. This performance repeated itself two times in quick succession, as the three orbs made their parabolic way.
-- Olympia --
Magneto had been standing silently in mid-air, patiently watching various holographic displays as they flickered in the space before him above his outstretched palm - courtesy of the remote drones whose use had been offered and ignored earlier in the day. He had been busy monitoring the situation, recording all with satisfaction. But it was time, all was in readiness for the final act to commence.
Approaching the stern, a sweep of both hands produced a rather spectacular result, as sections of hull plating and ship's framework, machinery, and furnishings mixed with a large spray of water as the combined mass exited the ten foot diameter hole newly formed in the Olympia's wounded side. "Like a spear in the side of a dying man" he thought, grimly. "Let's finish this"
-- Olympia, Engineering compartment --
"We aren't here to hurt anyone, only to get them out of the way. If we were, I wouldn't have returned to human form. I'd simply have knocked this lady aside and crushed the two of you."
At this, the ball of energy that had been projected towards Evo winked out into nothingness, and the surrounding lights and hum of environmental systems which had been eriely stilled returned.
"I heard your power lets you look and hear anywhere. Just look and listen at what's happening around here. I heard gunshots earlier, but none of the X-men have guns."
"Go! Go ahead and listen to his pretty words," Mystique mocked. "Do you wonder why they don't need guns? What do you believe, his words OR YOUR OWN EYES?!" she was practically shouting, as the holounit kicked back on, this time with a much larger display showing Sabretooth being knocked through the ship's steel hull plate as if it were tissue paper, the edges of the hole which was created still seering red and orange with heat.
"We have killed no one"
"You!" Mystique shouted with harsh venom, as she whirled and pointed an accusing finger at the new presence of Scott Summers. "have no place here! Go back where you belong." She tossed her head back at the two mutants in question - Felicia and Andreas - "His eyes! Beware of his eyes!"
The rest of Evo's words were lost as a horrendous rending and tearing of metal dominated the reverberated soundscape. No physical evidence as yet penetrated the engineering section, but the noise was deafening and, if such were possible, seemed to be getting louder with each passing moment.
Re: Olympia:Stern Hallway/Evo/Tags:Mystique, Cyclops, etc,
Evo's eyes widened, and he froze as he heard the metal tearing. ~Cyclops, we may have a problem. How many of the others can we get off of the ship immediately?~Then, he added mainly to himself, ~I wish I could talk more, but these two can't hear me over the noise.~ Instead, he reached out a hand to the three mutants in front of him, gesturing for them all to come towards Nightcrawler and Scott. Despite her being an apparent enemy, he included Mystique willingly.
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Re: Olympia:Stern Hallway/Scarlet Witch,Karinat/Tags:ALL
Scarlet Witch only shrugged. Well since he didn't call for neatness, things were okay. She stepped through the debris, following him.
"So, any trouble going on in there?" she spoke softly, so soft as to be whispering in his ear.
Karina gaped at the mess of debris that Scarlet Witch had caused to be with her powers. She couldn't understand it. How was that girl able to use her powers so so effectively. And she said she had no control. It looked like she did, to her.
Karina made a fist as she followed after Scarlet Witch though staying back, in case of trouble. She was not built to deal with such trouble.
Re: Jonah's Whale/Crow/No Tags
((Ok, gonna be making references to the wonderful plans of Jonah's Whale, as provided by PbtW. For anyone who hasn't seen them, they can be found here.))
As she waddled out of the elevator, Crow suddenly realized what an idiot she was. She was sneaking aboard the private vessel of one of the world's most feared mutants with absolutely no idea of what was on it. For all she knew, there could have been a security device she missed, or an advanced anti-intruder defense. For that matter, what was she going to do, now arrived? Steal all the little shampoo bottles out of the showers?
Becoming simply a teenage girl again, Miri gave a reluctant grin at the thought. A few small, random changes to the ship would provide her with all the entertainment she needed, and then some. It was unlikely she would ever find out the reactions to the deeds, but that really didn't matter much. Simply being able to break in and wreck trivial havoc was enough.
Crow padded softly through the ship, feeling slightly in awe of the submersible. If I ever become an evil dictator, I am so getting one of these. But I'm getting a new security system. As high-tech as the ship was, Crow found it more than a bit suspicious that it had absolutely no ways of detecting intruders. It was unlikely this was a trap, but...
Rather nervy by now, a pair of pointed, tufted ears twitched back and forth, picking up minute sounds. Besides the faint whirring of some device, however, all was silent. There had to be something up. There was no way a craft like this was left completely unprotected.
Her wanderings brought her back to the remarkably well-furnished lounge, and again the girl marveled over it. Looking enviously over the entertainment system, a faint noise from across the room drew her attention. Her ears flicked back and forth, trying to catch the exact cause. There was something familiar about the sound--she could now tell it was coming from one of the larger doors.
Drawing closer cautiously, she blinked, utterly baffled. She wasn't much of a gamer, but even she recognized that particular theme. Zelda? I must be going nuts. Oddly enough, the sound soothed at least one of her fears. Either they had no clue she was here, or this was the most bizarre trap she had ever encountered. Either way, it didn't bode well for the intelligence of the boat's protectors.
A moment later, the quiet sound of walking feet brought Crow out of her confusion. Whoever was inside was coming this way. She shifted just as the doors hissed open to reveal a rather ugly lackey. Toad walked past, completely ignoring a ladybug on one of the plants. Miri wondered idly for a moment if she would turn to stone for looking at him.
Thankfully, she didn't, and the sole guardian of the 'Whale walked past, completely oblivious to the intruder. He instead headed for the toilet on the other side of the lounge. As soon as the door had closed behind him, Crow shifted back, a wicked grin covering her face. Her first target had just been sighted.
She gave a calm, almost languid survey of the room. To her luck, none of the luxurious furnishings appeared to be immobile. Heavy, yes, but she could deal with that well enough. Her gaze fell upon one of a few deep sofas adorning the room. It was time to get to work.
Several well-spent minutes later, an impressive pile barricaded the door of the restroom. Crow looked it over, pleased with her work. She had managed to place everything with remarkably little noise or commotion, making sure Toad would be completely in ignorance of the heavy obstruction. Unless he could turn into a battering ram, there was no way he could get out any time soon.
With one last idea, she grabbed the plant she had hidden in. Carrying it over to the stack, she carefully balanced it on top of a coffee table, as some sort of bizarre garnish. Now her work was complete. She slowly turned back to the source of music, eying it thoughtfully. Not quite done, at that..
The door opened as she walked toward it, sending a slight shiver running up her spine. She didn't care if it was simply because the doors were automated; it still seemed creepy. There wasn't much time to ponder over it, however, as she was assaulted by Zelda's pause screen--from every possible angle. Why does Magneto have an Imax theater? Isn't that a bit excessive?
What really drew her attention, however, was the small corner of the screen not devoted to Zelda. Instead, it showed some of the ship's systems...including an undisturbed security log. The teen frowned for a second, and then shrugged. She wasn't complaining. Crossing over to the central ring of equipment, she fumbled with if for a moment before figuring out how to control the screen.
The music paused for a moment, followed by a grating chime. "Pod 1 remote launch. Pod 2 remote launch. Pod 3 remote launch". Crow paused for a moment, more than slightly bemused. "Please tell me I didn't do that."
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Re: Olympia:Stern/Gambit/Tags:ALL
OOC: Moving Gambit to the Stern… those of you whose charries are with him, if you want to be part of the wrap up of this plot, then have your characters follow. If not, then have them written out however you so wish them to be.
Quote: "So, any trouble going on in there?" she spoke softly, so soft as to be whispering in his ear.
Gambit’s answer to Wanda had come in the form of a simple shake of his head, and the continuation on of his form, keen to get where he was going, and yearning to just get all of this… want for a better word… stupidity, put into the background of his current course of action.
Several hallways and bends presented no further barricades nor any other form of deterrent to stop him from reaching his position, his senses alert to any possible danger to the members of his team, assuming all of them were able to keep up with his current pace. He was hightailing it, moving at a fast-paced, brisk walk, almost wanting to jog, but realising that was probably not advisable; it was a lot harder to watch for possible traps and explosives when moving at a quicker speed.
Reaching the stern, the Cajun stopped, turned around, and waited for the others to catch up, eyes falling on those who’d managed to match his pace. At the same time, he spoke into the comlink attached to his ear,
“I be at de stern, Mon’ami,” the words directed to Cyclops, “Wha’ be de next t’ing yo’ be wantin’ me t’ do?”
~How ‘bout dis ‘ere ol’ Cajun jus’ be gettin’ dem back t’ de transpad, an’ back home, so I can be followin,~ his thoughts were interrupted when his eyes once again fell on Rogue, ~Ah, yes, dere be a goo’ reas’n I be wantin’ t’ go home,~ he grinned, red-on-black eyes glowing with future anticipation.
*Punch your way out. Now that would be interesting. Is that your power?* Chamber had asked Rogue.
"Yeah... That's one of 'em..." she replied, keeping her eye on Gambit as they made their way through the ship.
Eventually, they arrived. Gambit appeared to be radioing in to their leader that they'd arrived.
She hoped that Cyclops would tell Gambit to get them off this ship... Send them home - wherever home was... Rogue would feel a heck of a lot better when she was sure that Sabretooth was off her back.
Re: Olympia:Stern/Karina, Scarlet Witch/Tags:ALL
Wanda's only answer was a nod to Gambit's back when he moved on. She was however, prepared in case they were attacked.
Karina, her hand in her pocket moved on after Scarlet Witch. So far, things were easy. She just hoped it stayed that way.
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Re: Olympia: Stern Hallways/Chamber/Tags:Gambit,Rogue,etc
Chamber only nodded in response. He was staring as Gambit moved, wondering what could be on the other side. Hopefully, nothing too hard. he didn't want to hurt anyone, after all.
Following after, Chamber glanced over at Rogue seeing how she was doing before turning away, thinking that perhaps it was rude to stare too long.
Re: Creed and Logan Clash Amidship/ Theatre/ JP pt 4
Creed and Logan clash amidship/ JP- pt.4
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Spinning very slowly on his toes Logan turned to face the theatre, his head tilting to one side as he considered it. Oh yeah, that was Creed's style. The man was a braggart and a showboat... what better place for him to try to "lower the curtain on this finale". 'Hope yer ready, Creed,' Logan sneered silently, 'here comes the encore.' Silently he slipped through the doors like a ghost; immediately putting his back to the wall he froze again, all his senses on alert.
The scent reached his nostrils even before Logan came through the main theatre doors, the malicious grin so apparent on Sabretooth’s face he couldn’t help but wonder if the whiteness of his teeth would give away his position in the darkness of the Security Room area. ~Keep coming, runt,~ Creed urged, the cameras the only thing illuminating the shadows, showing him all sections of the place he had chosen to continue this fight to the death.
Remote control in hand, the mutant cat waited for the Wolverine to reach the foyer, the grin now a snarl, the button now pressed, and the four chandeliers donning the roof snapping free of their cables, and falling. Whether they blocked his path, or whether his opponent was hurt by any one of them was something only time would tell. The fact that one of those chandeliers; yes, the one closest to where Logan now stood; exploded on impact, tiny fragments of glass flying in all directions, was enough for the man to deduce at least some wounds would be inflicted.
In the darkness of the theatre's entryway, Wolverine stood with his back against the wall; frozen, as his eyes scanned the theatre area as far as what was in his view from there. His sense of smell confirmed that Creed had come this way; just as he'd thought.
As he prepared to push off from the wall his ears picked up a tiny sound; ominous in its subtlety, then the chandelier above him loosed from its stanchion and hurdled toward the floor. Wolverine dove under the falling light fixture, toward the theatre main entrance. He slammed into the interior doors as the glass fixture exploded on impact, showering the foyer with shattered glass.
All around him, in every direction the sounds of exploding glass echoed throughout the darkened amphitheatre. Vaguely aware as dozens of shards pierced his clothing, Logan kept his head down until silence descended once again on the darkened room. Slowly he lifted his head, his eyes glancing about quickly, then he got to his feet shaking some of the glass from his hair.
Pushing through the doors, he entered the amphitheatre and walked purposefully down one of the aisles toward the stage. He new Sabretooth was here, so Wolverine headed straight for the security room. How else would Creed know he was there, and where he was, unless he was watching on the camera monitors? Jumping onto the dais, he moved quickly and quietly backstage, searching out his opponent.
Sabretooth laughed almost psychotically. Oh how fun this was! For only he knew where the many booby traps were! Only he held the device to set them off! Only he was in control of this entire situation… for now.
It was obvious to Sabretooth, well aware of Logan’s previous training, the feral mutant now knew where he was situated, Creed’s quick decision to leave the security room not something he really had to worry about. After all, some of the many traps were triggered by motion sensors, so he didn't need to see them to set them off... Creed grinned... a button merely needed to be pressed; a button on the remote control still in his hand.
“Here, little doggie,” he taunted, under his breath, “Hope you’ve recently taken a refresher course in the many tricks you’ve been taught.”
He hit the button, and waited, just shy of the backstage entrance, his nostrils having located the Wolverine’s position the moment he’d stepped out of the security room.
Under the wooden platform, the machines that spewed fire up into view of the audience, under controlled conditions, had been positioned to encircle the entire stage, motion sensors picking up on the movement of heavily clad, booted feet, levers clicking into place, panels opening within the floor.
Up flew the flames, the funnels they came from repositioning so the element was flaming inwards, in arcs that headed straight for the mutant caught between a rock, and the fiery grave Victor Creed had set up... never in his wildest imagination believing the man he wanted dead the most would be the one now fighting for his life within it.
As he made his way across the stage, the sound of his heavy boots sounding unusually loud in the darkened silence, Logan stopped in step; his body froze and his head cocked to one side. The sound of levers clicking and sliding objects all too apparent to his heightened sense of hearing.
His head jerked around, suddenly picking up the strong stench of his prey as Victor exited the room he'd been holed up in. Just then he picked up a slight vibration from the floor beneath his feet. He looked down at hit; to his right, then his left, as the vibrations grew in strength. With a loud rush of noise and an intense blast of heat, Logan found himself surrounded by roaring flames.
Instinctively he crouched low as the huge flames erupted from their funnels; he was surrounded on all sides he noticed, spinning on his toes to recon the situation. Then the flames began to take on a weird shape and he cocked his head curiously to one side as he stared at them, before realizing that the change in the flame's shape was due to the fact that the funnel it spewed from was now swinging slowly into a horizontal position.
Logan glanced quickly around; to see that all the funnels were now coming into position to shoot their flames toward the center of the circle, which is where he was standing.
"Aw crap, not again," he grumbled under his breath. He'd been blown up and shot up and set afire so many times. His healing factor always managed to save his life and this didn't present itself as anything worse than he'd been dealt already... but that didn't mean that having your flesh burned from your bones didn't hurt like hell.
Logan decided to make a break for what appeared to be a clear spot between the funnels. Jumping from his mark, he sprinted for the opening, his eyes focused on the darkness beyond the bright orange flames. As he neared the two funnels they suddenly burst forth a raging torrent of flames, as if Creed himself had fueled them with the very hatred he carried within himself.
Logan found himself engulfed in fire and the intensity of the heat seared his flesh and he roared in defiance then dove between the funnels. Hitting the stage beyond the circle of flame, he roared in pain as he rolled back and forth frantically to suffocate the flames.
The stench of his own burning hair and flesh turned his stomach as he lay on the floor panting; trying to ignore the intense pain even as his healing factor went to work to repair the damage. Sometimes he really couldn't decide what hurt more; the injury or the rapid healing of it.
He grunted in pain, and growled in anger as his feral side rose to the top. He rolled over onto his hands and knees, his forehead pressed to the cool stage floor. His raspy breaths exhaled loudly, with an underlying growl coming forth with every breath. Logan lifted his head to search his surroundings, his blue eyes flashing a golden hue as his beast came forward to wrestle control from him.
Getting to his feet, he staggered; clutching onto supports to keep upright as he followed Sabretooth's scent out the back of the theatre. The Wolverine snarled viciously, flashing his large fangs with the thought of catching up to Creed. His clothes hung tattered and smoking from his body and he reached up to drag the remnants of his shirt from his tenderized skin. He nearly roared out again as the cloth snagged his burnt flesh, melted to him in some spots. The Wolverine's eyes dilated to black and took on a dead, soul-less appearance; snarling, he tracked Creed's scent and moved out to find him.
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Re: Olympia:Stern/Gambit/Tags:ALL"You!" Mystique shouted with harsh venom, as she whirled and pointed an accusing finger at the new presence of Scott Summers. "have no place here! Go back where you belong." She tossed her head back at the two mutants in question - Felicia and Andreas - "His eyes! Beware of his eyes!"
Cyclops quietly activated his commlink, letting Xavier's people hear all that was being said. Then he held up his hands, open and empty, palms out in the universal gesture of coming-in-peace. "We belong anywhere fear and misundestanding place lives in danger," he said, Mystique included only peripherally as he spoke to the two frightened mutants. "We're here only to help. I've never used my powers on a living soul." ~Which begs the question,~ he added parenthetically in the link, ~just how she knew what they are.~
The rest of Evo's words were lost as a horrendous rending and tearing of metal dominated the reverberated soundscape. No physical evidence as yet penetrated the engineering section, but the noise was deafening and, if such were possible, seemed to be getting louder with each passing moment.
Scott swore mentally then sent through the link, ~Storm, don't interfere with those copters. They're here to evac the wounded and, if that sound meant what I think it did, any delay in that will cost lives.~
Instead, he reached out a hand to the three mutants in front of him, gesturing for them all to come towards Nightcrawler and Scott. Despite her being an apparent enemy, he included Mystique willingly.
Scott extended his own hand to Andreas and Felicia. "Please," he said, "I know you have no reason to trust us, or anyone, but we all need to get out of here. I give you my word, we will not harm you."
Re: Olympia: Stern Hallways/Rogue/Tags:Gambit,Chamber,etc
((the remainder of the players in the stern section may now arrive, including Gyrich via an alternate route. Gyrich has the option on whether or not his teams are concealed from the others)).
~ Olympia, engineering (exterior) ~
The excavation was nearly complete, as the flow of material issuing from the channel Magneto had torn from the ship slowed and finally stopped. One by one, two of the pods which orbited the ship entered, making their way towards the interior.
~ Olympia, engineering (interior) ~
The rending noise ceased with a finality as the compartment was now briefly lit by daylight pouring in from a ten foot hole adjacent to Mystique and the two mutants. It was obscured slightly by the emergence of two spherical pod-like objects which hovered above the floor, advertising their presence with an oscillating mechanical hum. Their portals opened with a soft but pronounced click as Mystique looked at them expectantly.
"Our rides," she announced quietly to the two mutants. "If you so choose."
~ Jonah's Whale, control room ~
A large section of the screen frizzed for a moment with a burst of static, resolving itself into an image of Magneto, his attention momentarily distracted by events on the ship.
Turning back towards the screen, he announced "We should be returning in a few minutes, please be ready."
His expression took on a startled, then resigned look, his features taking on a particularly pinched look. "Toad?" His face moved about, as it peered into the control room, searching. "Toad!" he shouted.
The screen closed, and was immediately followed by a harsh grating chime. On all ship's speakers, an announcement issued: "Toad to the Control Room immediately! Toad to the control room immediately!"
A red light on the communcations panel began blinking rapidly.
Re: Jonah's Whale/Crow/No Tags
Leaning back in one of the control room's comfy chairs, Crow rubbed her forehead thoughtfully. After a long minute, she looked back up to the screen. Either again she was incredibly lucky, or the ship's entire system was messed.
Not long after the teen realized her...calling...in life, she also came to a conclusion about computers: they were useful. More than that, once and awhile they had information someone like her found vital. Of course, that kind of information was usually very well hidden. It was about then she decided to make some friends.
Working with those who could get through a computer as easily as she a secure room had, among other things, been a learning experience. The teen found, much to her dismay, that she knew nothing. Sure, the most basic of tasks she could pull off, but getting through Magneto's supercomputer should have been impossible.
The data dump in front of her didn't seem to realize that.
Shrugging at last, the teen dropped her worries to the side. If something was to happen, there was little she could do, anyway. Instead, she set her mind to browsing the information in front of her. One particular label caught her eye, and her characteristically wicked grin appeared once again. Now what would someone out for genocide write in his diary?
Some time later, Crow was startled out of her absorption by a familiar face on the screen in front of her. She slid slowly out of her chair, letting the panel in front of her act as a makeshift blind. She didn't know if the connection went both ways, but "safe" was always better than "sorry". Particularly when it dealt with people like him. "We should be returning in a few minutes, please be ready."
Not able to see the screen, Miri gave the chair an annoyed look. Although the heads-up was nice, she would give an arm or leg to continue with her reading. The only problem was, Magneto would probably take more than that.
"Toad? Toad!"
It took all of Crow's self-control to keep from bursting out into giggles. Hearing the mutant try to find a lackey barricaded in a bathroom struck her as funny, for some reason. The faint static sound of his arrival left, and she chanced a look to the screen. The danger gone, she indulged in a few sniggers. A moment later, the chime sounded again, much to her sadness.
"Toad to the Control Room immediately! Toad to the control room immediately!"
Giving one last reluctant look at the screen, she closed the windows, leaving the screen again to Zelda. She wished there was more time to continue, but a dear old Maggie would be back any moment, and that would be bad to her health. Besides, she had some information that a few people would just love to have...
Giving the screen a mocking salute, a thoroughly satisfied thief strolled out of the control room.
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Olympia: Stern Hallways/Gyrich/Tags: Open
Gyrich and his teams were nearing their destination in the stern and had just encountered their fourth mass of obstructing wreckage when there came a wrenching, tearing sound and the massive ship seemed to lurch suddenly. Tapping one hand against the nearest wall to steady himself, the big ex-Ranger signed a question to his Navy counterparts.
The reply, which translated to 'unknown, but can't be good,' was not encouraging, and he was debating whether to abort the mission when he noticed that whatever it was had shifted the wreckage, opening the way before them. Neither a religious nor a superstitious man, Gyrich nonetheless had the combat infantryman's appreciation for sheer, dumb luck.
*Forward* he radioed to his men.
As they continued their advance, further luck came their way in the form of barely-audible voices. Though the words couldn't be made out and the odd accoustics of the damaged ship made it difficult to determine the exact source, it gave them a focus and they swung in that direction.
With the spur of the ominous sound, they increased their pace, moving in quickly.
Re: Creed and Logan Clash Amidship/ Theatre/ JP Pt 5
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Quote:Getting to his feet, he staggered; clutching onto supports to keep upright as he followed Sabretooth's scent out the back of the theatre. The Wolverine snarled viciously, flashing his large fangs with the thought of catching up to Creed. His clothes hung tattered and smoking from his body and he reached up to drag the remnants of his shirt from his tenderized skin. He nearly roared out again as the cloth snagged his burnt flesh, melted to him in some spots. The Wolverine's eyes dilated to black and took on a dead, soul-less appearance; snarling, he tracked Creed's scent and moved out to find him.
The stench was enough; the scent of burnt flesh bringing a smile of triumph to the cat’s face, his movements back stage purposefully loud so as to bring the Wolverine to him. It was time to end this confrontation once and for all. Victor Creed ignored the sudden warning from Mystique that rang out in his head; his orders, to merely keep Logan busy long enough for the rest of the mission to go ahead; to keep the Wolverine away from the main action. The plan was to keep the feral occupied and determined to follow Creed to the ends of the earth. He would, she knew, if it meant there was the slightest chance the one-time X-Man would be free of his one true, and most hated, enemy.
Cat’s eyes focused in on the form below, the consequences of the firetrap already beginning to fade into nothingness. Sabretooth growled his dismay at how quickly the man was already healing. From his perch on the catwalk in the flies above the main area backstage, the mutant cat finally spoke, “Up here, runt. Wanna come and play?"
Logan had already known where Sabretooth was; as he was already making his way slowly toward the ladder that led up to the catwalk, so he wasn't surprised to hear Creed's voice coming from above him. He tilted his head to look up at the other feral as he grasped a ladder rung. His black eyes stared at the evil grin on the man looking down at him as he slowly, purposefully, ascended the ladder.
One more step to go and Wolverine paused, turning his face to look down the narrow walkway at Creed crouching there, waiting for him. Leaning back a bit, he placed one foot on the platform and dramatically, but with consciously controlled movements, pulled himself up.
Black eyes watched him closely; nostrils flared at the primal smell that reached them; a heart pounded in a chest built in strength, all the while Creed was thinking just one thing, ~It’s about time,~ Wolverine’s berserker rages were nothing new to a mutant whose sole purpose in life, at one stage, was to learn all he could about the one calling himself Logan; with that knowledge in mind, to locate him and to do whatever possible to destroy the feral once and for all.
Wolverine stood there; chest heaving and nostrils flaring slightly as he stared unfocused toward the stage below. His body was healing well; although he was still in pain, but his appearance was quickly returning to normal as the whiskers on his face grew back and the crest that crowned his head returned to it's original shape.
Turning his head slowly to look over his right shoulder at Creed twenty feet away the Wolverine snarled, a low menacing growl rumbling from his chest. Then he turned his body to stand squared off with his opponent and lowered his head, his eyes glaring out beneath his furrowed brow. It would be quite apparent to this particular challenger that Logan was in a feral state, or very close to it at this point.
Here it was, the moment he had been waiting for; the growl starting low in his chest, all humanity pushed to the background, the cat now fully taking over. Thoughts turned into instinct; reasonableness became nothing; Victor Creed became Sabretooth.
Wolverine took one step forward, then another and suddenly the atavistic XMan was racing toward Creed at top speed. As he closed in on the larger mutant, he let out a primal roar and released his claws as he leapt into the air, landing atop the giant. His large metal claws sliced through flesh and bone over and over as Wolverine went berserk.
And Sabretooth took it all, the pain ignored, pushed back, replaced by an almost mirror-like rage; Logan’s claws felt, acknowledged and then forgotten.
In his attempts to dislodge his attacker, Creed returned the slashes; his claws maybe not as effective, maybe not as deep, but causing injury nonetheless. It was no surprise to him when the diminutive Wolverine; that brawny Canadian, clutched onto his clothes or hair, imbedding a set of claws through his shoulder to anchor himself. He tore at the mutant cat’s shoulder and throat with his large fangs, the taste and scent of blood sending him into a frenzy.
The smell of blood reached Sabretooth’s own senses, the growl now rebounding off the walls. He was able to dislodge the bloodthirsty, pint-sized brute before too much more damage could be done; before the main artery could be severed. Logan was back on his feet in a flash though and, as Creed's own wounds were already healing, Wolverine didn't stop or hesitate. He came right back at Creed like a living, breathing, compact bulldozer.
Creed was already well aware what would most likely happen next; he was too disoriented for the moment to retaliate quick enough though, not even the smell of the battle was enough to snap him out of it.
With a move that would've impressed the greatest of the WWF, Wolverine crossed into Sabretooth's shadow and went low. Wrapping his thick arms around Sabretooth's legs, Logan slammed into Victor with such force that the larger mutant was knocked off balance, if even for a moment. But it was the moment Logan needed, as the living monolith was supplanted Wolverine grunted with the effort and used his momentum to lift Creed off the platform and flipped him backward over the safety rail.
Eyes widened, senses and instincts kicking in, and Sabretooth lunged; arm reaching out, hand grasping the nearest light fixture. The weight of the two men causing it to dislodge and the sound of it ripping from its mooring made Creed look up.
He fell; downward, closer to the spewing fire below, but the sudden stop almost dislocated his shoulder as the fire played just inches from his feet.
Fear seeped into him, the one and only fear this particular mutant had. He could set up fire machines, he could watch as it burned another, he could even handle owning a lighter… however, below him was a stage engulfed in flame and above it was a man about to fall directly into it.
A man whose mutation naturally gave him a fear of an orange element known for its destructive power; a power beyond his capacity to fight; a power that made this man afraid; so afraid he couldn’t move.
Re: Creed and Logan/ Theatre area/ JP pt 6
Creed and Logan clash amidship/ JP- pt.6
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Eyes widened, senses and instincts kicked in, and Sabretooth lunged, arm reaching out, hand grasping the nearest light fixture, the weight of the man causing it to dislodge, the sound of it ripping form its mooring making Creed look up.
He fell, down, closer to the spewing fire below, the sudden stop almost dislocating his shoulder, the fire playing just inches from his feet.
Fear seeped in, the one and only fear this particular mutant had. He could set up fire machines, he could watch as it burned another, he could even handle owning a lighter… however, below him was a stage engulfed in flame, and above it was a man about to fall directly into it.
A man whose mutation naturally gave him a fear of an orange element known for its destructive power; a power beyond his capacity to fight; a power that made this man afraid; so afraid he couldn’t move.
At first…
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As Logan lifted the giant over the railing his forward momentum had been disrupted as Creed reached out to anchor himself to a light fixture just over his head, but the move did work. The Wolverine leaned over the safety rail at the enemy below; he could almost taste the fear rolling of the mutant dangling above the conflagration below.
He sneered an animalistic grin, then vaulted over the railing to land on Sabretooth's shoulders. There he sat, as if riding piggy back; one arm wrapped around Creed's throat and the other repeatedly sinking it's claws into the mutant's ribcage.
Then he began shaking the man in an effort to dislodge his hold on the broken fixture, throwing his body back and forth in an attempt to use his own weight to make the man fall.
When that didn't work, he stood crouching on Vic's shoulders and placed his fist against the man's hand now wrapped around the lighting mount. But before he could release his claws into his enemy's hand; in the hopes that the injury would make him release his grip and fall into the flaming pit below, the ship jolted and listed to one side for a moment and the sound of shearing metal reached his highly-sensitive ears.
Wolverine clutched onto Vic's clothing to keep from being spilled below and his head came up on alert. He snarled at the sound and after a moment of thought; looking down at the wounded beast beneath him, Wolverine decided to forgo the satisfaction of the kill in favor of the possibility for another battle.
He climbed up over Creed's head and jumped back onto the catwalk. Running down the length of the shaking platform, Logan descended the ladder quickly; his feet never touching a rung as he squeezed the rails in his hands and slid down the length of the two-story assembly. Then he turned and ran out the back of the theatre and down the passageway. He knew exactly where the sound had come from; discernable by the sound's depth and range and the feel of the vibrations in the ship's deck which fed up the metal stancion.
Wolverine raced down the ship's stairwells, vaulting over debris again as he made his way straight toward the Engineering Section that he had left earlier.
Background: Many, many years ago, Charles Francis Xavier established Xavier's School for the Gifted. Also, seeing other Mutants misusing and abusing their powers, he created the first generation of the X-Men.This original team was trained and lead by an old friend of his...Logan, aka Wolverine. Logan's co-leader was a young woman and student named Ororo Munroe, aka Storm. Once the team was trained and fielded on active missions, they took on the additional responsibility of teaching and helping new Mutants deal with their powers.On one horrible night, the X-Men were fielded to stop a particularly powerful Mutant and his 'gang'. The 'intelligence' received on this Mutant and his cohorts was sketchy and actually turned out to be a set-up to entrap the X-Men and take them captive. In the ensuing melee', 'things' happened and a number of the team were killed outright or severely injured.After making sure his remaining team-mates were going to be okay, Logan left. Xavier has not, to current time, explained his absence or even whether or not he survived.Current Time/Game Time: Almost seven years later, as Human/Mutant incidents are on the rise, Xavier once again sees a need for a Mutant 'police force'. He sees this new X-Men team as a force for good and a way to help peacefully integrate the rapidly emerging Mutant society with the established Human society. To this end, he has contacted Logan and asked him to 'come home' and train his 'new' team.
Logan has reluctantly agreed.Can shadows from their past be put aside for the good of the new X-Men? How will the surviving members of the original team react and what will they do as 'truths' are learned about that disastrous night?Note: We want the new X-Men to include younger versions of the old familiar characters such as Scott, Jean, Beast etc...as well as many of the OCC’s and other Canon characters that are available.Please ask the Staff BEFORE stating or establishing that your character was one of the old, now disbanded, original X-Men.
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