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| Topic Started: July 16, 2015, 12:30 am (593 Views) | |
| Storyteller | July 16, 2015, 12:30 am Post #1 |
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Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Factory, San Francisco In a factory on the outskirts of the city, the workers were preparing to finish up for the day. They had had to push a production run on a Sunday because their client was pushing to get their batch of product earlier than originally planned. As things were winding down, one of the men working on the line was holding onto the safety railing for support as he clenched his eyes shut and sweat poured down his face. It didn't take long for his coworkers to realize something was wrong. Several of them started to gather around. He was starting to shake a little. "Are you alright?" One woman asked. "Are you sure hes not having a heart attack? Does your left arm hurt?" Another man suggested. Between gritted teeth the man forced some words out. "No, I just... My whole body hurts, it feels like... like something is crawling inside me." After that he started to convulse and several of the people rushed to grab a hold of him so that he didn't fall. To their surprise a mass of electric blue ropes or tentacles burst out of his arms, ensnaring several them. They all screamed as fell to the ground. The man looked horrified at the glowing appendages protruding from his body, but even his it quickly turned to panic as they continued to grow, searching for more people to capture. Place The Island Enterprise (Forges Lab) Forge was at a his hardlight station in his lab, working on some elements for a holodeck when a seldom heard voice broke out through the room's speakers. It was male, but otherwise a rather nondescript baritone. It belonged to the security AI, Big Brother. "Forge, there is an incident in progress in San Francisco that may interested you and the rest of Utopia." Without needing a prompt Lisa tapped into the news channel that Big Brother was routing to them and projected it in a square in front of Forge. A reporter was standing beside several police cars outside of a factory building. "Roughly 15 minutes ago a mutant worker at the facility manifested some kind of tentacle like constructs that have taken several of the other workers hostage. Police are on the scene and trying to get the hostages released, but the mutant seems unwilling or unable to do so. I have been told officers will use lethal force to protect the hostages if that is what is necessary." Forge waved his hand and Lisa cut the feed. "Operator, get me Scott and Jean on the phone and package up that video to send to them." Forge was already on his way to the main Utopia island while the phone rang. As soon as he heard them pick up he began talking. "Jean, Scott, there is a development in the city I think you should see. I'm sending a video taken from the local news." While he waited for a reply, Forge hurried across the sand bar to the main island. His gait was much closer to a normal one with his lighter leg. He didn't know if they should get involved as the situation was possibly a bit too public for them, but thought Scott and Jean should be aware of it. Maybe they could help, but if worst came to worst, there might be an angry mob out looking to lynch mutants and they should watch their backs. Tags: Jean and Scott, then Teon, KaBoom, Iceman, Templar, Dryad, Urbane, Wiccan, and Hulkling OOC: This thread will interrupt the thread of those Utopians staying in San Francisco for dinner after the day of shopping. Edited by Storyteller, July 16, 2015, 12:31 am.
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| Storyteller | August 4, 2015, 10:45 am Post #21 |
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Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: San Francisco Factory The sniper had the a clear shot at the mutant's head, except for the occasional energy tentacle passing in front of it. He wasn't sure if it could deflect a bullet, so if he got the order to terminate the target, he'd take several shots. He was ready, that is, until there was a loud Boom on the ground underneath him. He glanced away from his site to see what made the noise and discovered four people standing on the ground below his position. He was about to radio in about their appearance when his gun started shaking and broke into several pieces. He backed away from the edge and swore several times before getting a hold of himself. Pressed up against the wall with his eyes locked on the pieces of his gun, he clicked his radio. "Someone got through the perimeter, there are four bogies below my position and something ripped my rifle apart. Likely a mutant. The cops on the ground had heard the bangs too, but as they didn't sound like gun shots, they couldn't divert much attention to them until the report came in from the sniper that there were new people in the building and there had been some aggressive action towards him, likely by a mutant. Two of the officers broke off from watching the hostages to go investigate the intruders. They had their guns raised, but fingers off the triggers. They rounded a piece of equipment and spotted Scott's team. "Hands in the air and get on your knees!" One of them shouted. In his control room, Arcade sat atop a great chair. It was styled like a wooden throne with rich dark wood and indigo velvet cushions. The broad armrests had his control interfaces build in. In from of him was a great display showing feeds from their cameras. In front to his left was Miss Locke at her control station, ready to run all his toys. To his right was Mr. Chambers, sitting in a chair with his fingers steepled. Dead center, under the displays, was Ms. Coriander, sitting cross legged with her eyes closed. White Rabbit was not with them because her part was to be in the game itself if they should need her. "They are all inside the building." Miss Locke informed him. "We should trap them soon, the teleporter is frightened. I would hate for them to run and escape before we even got to start." Ms. Coriander warned. Arcade smiled and his fingers twitched. He was so close to accomplishing his goal, but he was no fool. There was a time to rush and a time to wait. He waited until the police broke off to engage one team of mutants before he acted. "Alright Mr. Chambers, bring the factory into Murderworld." Chambers nodded and his eyes rolled back in his head. Outside the factory, the change was almost imperceptible at first. The factory started to look wrinkled like it was a piece of paper being crumpled. It wasn't until it had shrunk a significant amount that people started to realize something was happening. No one knew what to make of it, but the change was accelerating. In a matter of seconds the rest of the building folded in on itself, vanishing. It wasn't like the building imploded, the entire space it occupied was removed. Officers and cars that had been on the back side of the building were now mere yards away from the ones on the front. Everyone was shocked and confused and all attempts to reach the officers inside failed. Inside the change was less noticeable. As the building was sucked into Chamber's pocket dimension, the flashing light coming through the windows faded and the din of sound outside fell utterly silent. Everyone inside was cut off from the outside. If Urbane was trying to get a reading with his powers, now everything beside what happened inside the factory would fall away, the suicide on the street and everything else. Jean would no longer be able to telepathically feel anyone besides the people inside the room with her and all types of electronic communication no longer reached beyond the walls of the factory. In the X Jet, Forge was skimming over the pacific on direct rout towards San Francisco when Operator chimed in. "Sir, the signals from our people in San Francisco all disappeared at the same time. Also this." A small projection of the news feed that was reporting on the situation appeared in front of him. It showed the factory folding in on itself before the police got turned the reporter away and the feed switched back to their broadcasting office. Forge was stunned for a moment before he processed what was going on. He pulled a hard turn and started heading back towards Utopia. He would need help, the situation had gone from picking up the team and a possible extra mutant to them being... well he wasn't sure exactly what happened. Inside is control room, Arcade was giddy with the development. They had all be caught, all eight of them. He was itching to get the fun, started, but he would wait just a little longer. Tags: All Utopians trapped in Murderworld *Note*: It has been brought to my attention that what the factory looks like is unclear. To remedy this I have included a picture. There are tons of pieces of equipment taking up the space. There aren't clear lines of sight on the ground. There is a sort of second level where the sniper is and he can see some ground targets, like the mutants and hostages in the middle of the space and Scott's team underneath him. Scott's team and the sniper are on one end, Jean's team is on the other, and the hostages are roughly in the middle of the factory. The picture below is from the sniper's position. There is lighting but its still evening so the only light that was coming through the windows was from the cop cars.
Edited by Zeke, August 6, 2015, 8:53 pm.
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| Kevin | August 6, 2015, 12:27 pm Post #22 |
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Character: Phoenix Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: San Francisco - Factory As Jean pulled the sniper rifle apart piece by piece, she caught the tail end of the sniper himself retreating. It was odd that not more of her team seemed concerned about the sniper. Her telepathic eye opened as wide as she could manage to catch what she could of the sniper's actions, while also physically watching behind them to make sure he wasn't returning, though that's not exactly how things tended to go.
Well, it wasn't the strangest mutant ability she'd ever heard of when Vange could turn into a dragon and Paige could rip her skin off. While still watching behind them, "Do you know if he's ang-"
Well what the hell does that mean? As she spun, "This sounds like it might be a trap, gu-" She stopped dead in her tracks and looked up in horror where Teddy and Billy were, both up in the air. And while gathering information was a good thing, flying when Jean had already told them they had to assume their presence was known thanks to Yoyo's loud teleportation... and had just dealt with a sniper, which meant there were likely more snipers...
"Thank you, but what the fuck, guys? Stay on the ground, I just said there was a sniper. Did you not hear me? We're trying to be as stealth as possible, and you're two giant beacons floating in the air. Especially when one of you glows." It was a whispered shout. She was pissed. Maybe if this was a solo thing, or they were on a mission just the two of them, they could get away with the risk... but the possibility that they'd get shot down out of the sky, or at the very least alert more attention to their location... they were putting the whole group at risk, here. But she was being too harsh. Not everyone had the experience she had. This was where the whole training thing had come into play that Jean was pushing for on Utopia. And Billy was adamant about working with Teddy. She had to let that guard down and trust his word, but for the life of her, she would not let anyone get shot today. Sure, she was pissed, but she was pissed out of love. "Please be more careful," she urged, tone exponentially softened. And it was then she caught the tail end of the sniper alerting his allies of them. With the speed of thought, Jean snapped her telepathic hand in on Scott, Yoyo, and Callie. {"Cyclops, KaBoom, Dryad - the police in the building have been alerted that we're here, keep your eyes peeled!"} "We need to get in there. Wiccan, can you try to absorb or negate the electricity? I'll keep us shielded incase we've got any trigger-happy cops to deal with. Urbane, Gargoyle... get as many hostages out as you can. When we get the mutant calm, I'll contact KaB-" she paused, eyes hitting the floor for a second and her head tilting to the side quite subtly. Something was different. "Wait." Telepaths often experienced a psychic ambiance that indicated the waves of thoughts nearby. While they weren't receiving the thoughts, telepaths were just aware there were people near. It was a signal that they'd even be able to use their abilities, considering telepaths were strictly interactive with other people. In essence, it was like a field of crickets in a summer night in the middle of nowhere. You knew they were around, but hardly ever paid them any attention. But in that moment, the crickets were decimated. The psychic ambiance felt... crippled. But it wasn't a kink in her abilities. Something had truly shifted and changed. Either everyone outside had died in one hell of a combined aneurysm, or they simply weren't there. She pulled her phone and went to contact Forge, but all signal was lost. And there was no possible way she could reached him by thought from this far, considering the mental blocks holding her abilities in. That was getting really irritating. "Urbane, you feel that? Everything's... different..." {"Cyclops, something's happening outside... is your phone operating? See if you can contact Forge, we're heading to try and save the hostages."} They were on a mission. And there was a lot going on, but they needed to get the hostages free and calm the mutant down. "We'll worry about it when we need to. Let's get inside." She headed in, immediately wrapping all four of them in snug shields that would keep them safe. Tags: Urbane, Wiccan, Gargoyle; Cyclops, Instinct, Iceman, Templar; Dryad, KaBoom |
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| Matthew | August 8, 2015, 8:24 am Post #23 |
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Character: Urbane Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Factory in San Francisco The interior of the factory was a hotbed of emotional and historical information. The factory itself had been the scene of several work related accidents, from the mundane to the gruesome. Any which kept a memory strong enough to last through time sat there waiting to be discovered. And discovered they were, as Holly stretched out with his powers to sense everything around them. For years and years the factory had been in operation, even once being known for its manufacturing of the world's longest slinky. That was a bright spot in what was mostly a dark depressing history. One shining beacon of light to sink his mental teeth into, yet far from the strongest memory to exist in the confines of the steel girders, rusted walls, and overall factory clutter. Outside the building, where he was limiting himself from actively focusing his powers, was the wider world of memories and troubles. There was so much he could call upon if he needed to. And yet did he need to? So far next to nothing had happened. A sniper. A police presence. An as yet unseen mutant holding hostages. The mission was staking up to be a whole lot of nothing. A wild goose chase. And they were the geese. In a giant metal box. Urbane watched as his fellow teammates got to work. Some decided to fly, some decided to hand out orders, a spike of sadness as a gun dismantled peaked his attention. "He LOVES that gun... he is not happy..." Holly offered up to Phoenix, the emotional connection to the gun surging his power and making the plastic dinosaur in his hand flare an even brighter hue of blue. Then something changed. Holly wasn't sure what exactly at first. Everything inside the factory seemed the same. The emotions. The memories. They were all there. But one of them seemed stronger than before. That memory of someone befriending the building, becoming one with it seemed to momentarily become the most important, strongest memory ever. It surged over him and for a split second he almost knew what was going to happen. Almost, but not quite. Had he known he could have warned them. That was his mistake, inability to decipher things beyond his understanding. Memory and emotion only offered so much. And without context even that was limited. The surge faded as soon as it began, and he still sensed SOMETHING wasn't quite right. The memories... the factory ones... more clear to focus on. Why? Because all the outside interference was gone. Every emotion or past memory from beyond the walls of the factory had stopped. But they couldn't just STOP. He knew that much. Holly had tried a million times to turn off a memory, to never know it again. It just couldn't happen. You could leave an area and only have a trace memory of the thought but it was never gone. Were these ones? No, he remembered the memories, they were still in his mind as memories, but they were no longer active. As if he had moved away from the area... but he hadn't. Shit a brick sideways. He had. They all had. "We aren't where we used to be... I dunno... the whole building moved? Teleported?" Urbane offered up to his team leader. It was too little too late. But it was all he had. Tags: Phoenix, Iceman, Dryad, Gargoyle, Cyclops, Kaboom, Templar, Instinct, Wiccan |
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| Marc | August 9, 2015, 11:31 pm Post #24 |
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Character: Cyclops Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: San Francisco Factory to ??? Strong electricity and more people. That was all the input Scott had to go on, provided by Teon whose senses Scott fully trusted. For a moment, he wanted to lament that his own powers did not provide him with any amount of insight in what might be happening outside of his line of vision, but he pushed the thought aside. Who did that, got whiny in the midst of a dangerous situation, where people were being held hostage, where a mutant had either lost control of his powers or gone rogue for reasons entirely his own? What good would it do for him to whine and wish for something he plain couldn’t have? And so, he focused on giving the taciturn mutant a nod of thanks for his first input, then waited to see if Iceman or Templar might be able to provide more insight through some power of their own. It was Bobby who came up with a genius idea of how to use his power so as to gain more intel – Scott marveled at the smart way Bobby utilized ice to create something of a mirror that gained them an overhead view of what was going on below. 15 hostages. Energy tentacles holding them in check. 6 police officers. And yes, as Bobby stated so succinctly – they needed to move fast, before the police officers were given their go-ahead to head into the situation and end it whichever way they could. What they were not aware[/i] of was the sniper sitting basically right on top of their heads. Bobby’s mirror was not angled that way, Scott and Kay did not have the kind of senses needed to tell them of the man above them and Teon’s senses were likely thrown off momentarily by the new and strange surroundings. “We need to focus on taking out the policemen to avoid them escalating the situation in any way. And then, the mutant at the base of these energy tentacles.” He pondered for a moment, studying the people he could see in the mirror. The mirror Iceman had just created. Which .. “Iceman. Can you reinforce that mirror so that it would sustain a banked shot of my powers?” Which .. once again .. fuckin’ A, his powers were on/off again, for of course he had not worn his (battle) visor to a shopping trip but the visor that looked like a pair of shades. Anyhoo .. “I can likely adjust my powers so that they will only knock the policemen out, not harm them any more than that.” But before they could do any of that, the officers seemed to receive a radio message and two of them broke off from the group Scott’s team was watching via the ice mirror. {"Cyclops, KaBoom, Dryad - the police in the building have been alerted that we're here, keep your eyes peeled!"} Jean’s voice piped up in his head, and Scott was just about to tell the rest of his team when the two policemen stepped around some of the equipment littering the factory hall before Bobby could find them again or Teon’s senses could warn them. The officers already had their guns raised, warnings at the ready. Yeah. Hands in the air and on their knees – Scott didn’t think so. “Iceman, shield,” he hissed, wanting them safe behind a wall of ice before the police officers could panic. And then, something changed. Scott couldn’t immediately put his finger on what it was but his innate spatial awareness told him that something was different now. {“Phoenix ..”} {"Cyclops, something's happening outside... is your phone operating? See if you can contact Forge, we're heading to try and save the hostages."} {“On it. Will let you know.”} he sent back to Jean while tossing Kay his phone. “Templar, try dialing Forge.” Then it struck him. The lights. The lights had changed. No longer was there the ambience lighting of police cars flashing in through the factory overhead windows. {“Phoenix – the lights have changed. The police cars! Where have their lights gone?”} Out loud, he continued addressing his own team. “Instinct, senses on the double – check for nearby humans. We cannot be surprised again. Iceman, keep up that shield to protect the other 2. You go around that way ..” He pointed to their right. “ .. and freeze out the officer to your right. I’m knocking out the one to our left.” He raised his hand to his glasses. “Ready?” Tags: STer, Iceman, Instinct, Templar, Phoenix Edited by Marc, August 9, 2015, 11:33 pm.
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| Matthew | August 10, 2015, 8:08 am Post #25 |
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Character: Instinct Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Factory "somewhere" They were inside a giant factory. The factory itself appeared to be stuffed almost to the bursting point with all manner of equipment and mechanical tidbits. First it had been a mall, the center of all things decadent in the civilized world. Now it was onto a factory, the source of so much noise, pollution, and rampant natural destruction. If Teon hadn't known better, he would have thought the whole day had been some madman's petty attempt at forcing him to confront that which he hated most. Society. Because look at what they had the ability to make, and yet look at what they did with it? Just the smells alone in the building were enough to drive him into a rage. Rusted metal, aging wood. The sickeningly sweet smell of long ago shed blood from any manner of accidents inside the massive structure. And the sounds. None of the expected sounds of an operating factory. Instead the sound of electrical sizzle and the moans of people in pain and anguish. THAT was where his boiling point drew it's line in the sand. THAT was the point where he went from unable to just tolerate this society and what it was doing to all things, nature, and man. Because it was innocent people in trouble, in pain. One did not have to be a hero to want to help others. One did not have to be man to help. One did not have to strive to be beast to freely aide. One simply had to be alive. And while Teon was not sure if he was man or beast, he did know that he was alive. For now anyway. They were on a mission, and if the last one taught him anything it was that people could die on missions. People could even try to kill them, kill themselves. He couldn't take anything for granted. Things would change in seconds. He sniffed deeply at the air as he crouched even closer to the ground, ready to sprint into action when needed. He heard a slight creaking sound above them and focused. No real scent. The man above was a trained sniper, settled into his sniper's nest, masking himself within dust and debris. A true sniper, one who knew how to become one with his environment to even keep any hunting dogs off his scent. But he did move just enough to warrant a faint sound that Teon finally caught. Possibly too late. "Someone's above us," Teon pointed to the exact spot he had heard the sound. Focused on it he could now hear the sound of short quiet breaths from the area as well. Just as quickly as he had reported it, it did not seem to matter anymore though. Because something had changed. Something huge. Teon had smelt with his senses for as long as he could remember. He knew instinctively what the planet Earth smelt like. Each place it's own unique mix of smells. The area outside the fact quietly to Scott. "The building.... moved somewhere else..." He added, sure of his own senses, but unsure of just what had happened. Tags: Cyclops directly, mission team(s) indirectly |
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| Roman | August 10, 2015, 10:44 pm Post #26 |
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Character: Iceman Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: San Francisco Factory At the prompting of Cyclops, Bobby had a split-second flashback to the meeting where Jean said that due to the nature of his mutation, he'd had 'limitless potential'. He only hesitated for a second before nodding vigorously, which read as 'confident'. “Probably.” He said easily, although he did had never reinforced the integrity of his ice to withstand more than bullets or the overwhelming temperature difference of sustaining solid ice structures in large bodies of water. Salt water was the fucking worst. Without wasting any added time, Bobby slapped a hand back to the pipe and immediately started to channel an intense amount of sub-zero energy up the track and into the make-shift mirror above them, causing an erratic shift it the appearance of it from smooth and mirrored to frosted, heavy, and opaque. He stood there waiting for Cyclops to deliver the first shot and to see the outcome of this experimental tactic, when-
“Well damn...” Bobby stated under his breath as he totally complied... without totally abandoning their prior place. Bobby's hand slid down the pipe in accordance as he took a fluid drop down to his knees, stretching his still-gripping hand as high up the pipe as possible while raising his free hand up into the air at the same level. Hopefully the police weren't wise to the ultra-frosted mirror overhead that he was still reinforcing.
“On it!” His shout came out in tandem with the energy from the mirror above them bowing out and downward in a swift sloping motion, now hoping that the officers could now spot it in case they were feeling particularly trigger-happy and decided to draw fire at the descending 'slide', rather than the mutants underneath of it. As the ice structure made contact with the ground and Bobby continued to channel stronger bursts of cold up the pipe and into the object eh umbrella'ed their safety, Bobby let out a whistle to gain the attention of the rest of his team. He cocked a head motion to his left, noting that although they were all safely behind the slide... the sides to their left and right were still open, revealing the labyrinth of crates, concrete construction tubes, and other factory nuances that would provide a suitable quick retreat, but also much desired cover for them to procure the time to come up with a new plan of what was next. “Well we can't stay here forever.” He stated in an attitude-laden 'duh' tone. In that moment.. Bobby felt something that he would only be able to describe as having tunnel vision and your ears popping at the same time... but if those two sensations were wrapped up into one and you experienced it out of your body. Like as if someone had thrown a light switch and turned off OUTSIDE. The ambient lights from the night sky and from the cop cars situated in the parking lots were just... gone... He didn't dwell too long on the awkward occurrence and jolted his head back in Cyclops's direction. His bro had already come up with a plan. Instant relief. “Solid!” He held a thumb up and took his hand from the pipe and immediately jumped up from the ground and took two sprinting steps before sending out a narrow burst of telltale ice that began the base of his slide. “Heading right!” He shouted in a whisper as to not alert any officers to their plan and dove down, headfirst at an angle... sliding while lying on his side at a quick trajectory that darted past two, widely-spaced wooden crates. His body took control at this point, filtering out any erroneous thoughts that would disrupt his aim and waiting until his right-side cop was within view. As he made sudden visual contact with his target, he slung his arm out in front with the other hand bracing his elbow as he sported a 'finger gun', wincing one eye closed as he was quickly approaching tons of blockades and the lose of visual of his target. Taking aim at the officer's hands clasped tightly over a handgun aimed at the make-shift ice shield he was previously under with the rest of his buddies... he fired. Tags: Cyclops, Instinct, Templar |
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| Steve | August 11, 2015, 12:28 pm Post #27 |
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Character: Wiccan Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: San Francisco Factory Wiccan was visibly annoyed at Jean's scolding. He knew what he was doing. He was less than a foot off the ground. He wouldn't put the mission in danger. He wouldn't put himself or anyone else in danger. But he lowered himself to two inches off the ground just to appease Jean's worry. She seemed actually grateful with that small gesture.
"On it." Wiccan floated up, glowing bright blue, as he darted to and fro between the machinery. He was trying his best to maintain hidden. He knew Jean had neutralized the sniper, but he wanted to be a little more cautious, if only to help her remain calm. It didn't take Wiccan long to see the mutant and those crazy electrical whips. Frankly, Wiccan was impressed rather than worried, focused, or any other myriad of things he probably should have been feeling. He made a mental note to make sure he figured out how to do the tentacle thing when they got back to Utopia. He shook himself to regain focus. Now was not the time to be doing this. Wiccan wasn't clear entirely on what he could do in this situation. He hadn't tried to cancel out electricity. Most of time, he was working to make sure his powers worked, but he figured he might be able to overload the whips with a blast of the opposite charge. He glowed brightly as he charged up his electrical blast. "IWantToOverloadHimIWantToOverloadHimIWantToOverloadHimIWantToOverloadHim," Wiccan chanted as a surge of electric energy built up around him and erupted from and struck the whips dancing around the target. They stood up straight and stiffened before falling to the ground with a clang. The electricity was gone, but the whips were still there in a black, wirey mess on the floor. And the mutant slumped and stopped moving. {Jean, we have a problem,} Wiccan mentally called out to their team leader. {The whips were mechanical. They weren't part of his powers. Speaking of powers, he's most likely not even a mutant. He's out for the count after I zapped the wires.} Tags: STer, Jean's team, Scott's team OOC: Success was confirmed by STer to help move things along |
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| Zeke | August 11, 2015, 6:02 pm Post #28 |
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Character: Gargoyle Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: San Francisco Factory As soon as Wiccan took off to go free the hostages from their electrical prison, Teddy followed. His weight was negated by Billy's charge so his flying looked more like swimming as he flapped his leathery wings and shot through the air. He stopped behind Billy when his love shot a crackling of lightning into the whips still thrashing about and... short circuited them. The mutant and all the blue whips powered down and it was apparent that they weren't made out of electricity. Thinking quickly, he swooped down and alighted on the ground next to the nearest hostages and grabbed the whip things with his claws and carefully tore them free. It didn't take too much of his enhanced strength to sever the cords, which indeed were mechanical not biological or made of pure electricity. He moved closer to the target 'mutant' and used his claws to slash through the remaining whips, making them go slack and freeing the rest of the hostages. The target made no reaction whatsoever. Teddy slapped he cheek gently and felt a sort of metallic resonance from the man's skull. Cautiously Gargoyle picked up one of his hands and used his thumb claw to slice a small gash in the guy's palm. Instead of blood, an amber fluid that looked a lot like motor oil leaked out. Surprised, Teddy cut further and pulled the flesh apart. Underneath the skin was a mass of wires, tubes and metal. It definitely wasn't at all what the inside of a person should look like. Even mutants with some kind of mechanical mutation should still be partly flesh and blood right? "I checked it's hand, the target is definitely some kind of robot, not a mutant." Thing were starting to fall into place. The building being made friends with, the information that Jean had lost contact with people outside, this fake mutant power display... as Admiral Akbar would say, "its a trap!" Shit! He moved closer to Billy, feeling extra protective now that the danger level of this mission had just skyrocketed. His hear was racing and adrenaline was flooding his system, but it couldn't prepare him for what would come next. Tags: STer, Utopia team |
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| Storyteller | August 11, 2015, 6:33 pm Post #29 |
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Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: San Francisco Factory The cops apprehending Scott's team had no idea what they were in for. Bobby dropped to his knees and pulled down an ice slide to shield them. The officer hesitated, completely thrown off by the sudden growth of ice and feeling a good deal of fear. Before they could make another move the slide was to the ground and was blocking all view of the intruders. They kept their guns level at the ice wall and started backing up. One pressed the radio clipped to his shoulder. "One target can make things out of ice, he-" He was cut off by Bobby shooting some of his freezing energy at them. It hit their guns and despite all their training, they had not been prepared for their weapons to suddenly become painfully cold. Both officers dropped their weapons and retreated for cover behind some equipment while swearing and cradling their frosted hands. Meanwhile in the center of the factory, the robot that had been posing as a mutant was short circuited by Wiccan's blast. It had been built to channel a good amount of electricity, but it could still be overloaded. The fuse to the tentacles was blown and its main processor restarted to protect itself. Unfortunately to Arcade, it didn't start back up before Teddy had a chance to discover it was a robot instead of a mutant. As soon as they were freed, the factory workers ran straight for the four cops that were still waiting nearby. The police had to ignore Wiccan and Gargoyle while they dealt with the workers. Besides they had seen the two boys free them and were more than a little confused, but not trigger happy. That being said, they were still on high alert as the newcomers were mostly an unknown element. In his control room, Arcade was both ecstatic and disappointed. He had hoped that the robot would fair better and stay operational the whole time, but c'est la vie. Now he would get to make the reveal. In the factory, projectors on the ceiling and at other strategic places lit up and sent a feed of Arcade on to every surface of the factory flat enough to hold the image. He was dressed in a fine white suit sitting in a velvet clad chair that looked suspiciously like a throne. Red waves of hair fell down and were tucked behind his shoulders. He smiled with a devious glee, like a bully about to pull the wings off of a bug. His voice was projected throughout the entire space by speakers tucked away in every cranny. "What a momentous occasion. The lot of you are so lucky, you get to be the first visitors to Murderworld! Please let me introduce myself. I am Arcade, and I will be your guide and host while you travel through this magical death trap I have constructed just for you. Mutants, you are about to become part of a fantastic game that has been my vision for years." He wiped a tear from his eye. "Pardon my emotion, I've just waited so long for this. So let me explain the rules of Murderworld. You all are going to die, or at least that's the goal. Of course just killing you wouldn't be very fun, so it is quite possible that anyone in this room could make it out alive, but you have to fight for it. You will all be lead through a series of room that have challenges in them. Some are lethal, some are not, but they will test your physical, mental and ethical strength. Anyone that makes it through all of them will be let out and are free to continue living. The rules in each room are different and will be explained in them. Now time to find the door with your names on them. Mutants, you have your own. All the workers here should head to the break room and the fine men in uniform should head out the main entrance. If you try and go through the wrong door, you will be killed instantly. Oh and you had better hurry because I'm flooding the room with cyanide gas as a bit of motivation." He waved his fingers at the camera, a silver ring flashing as he did so. At that moment canisters all over the factory were remote activated and started spraying their deadly contents into the air. Quickly a sickly smell like almonds started to tinge the air and got progressively stronger with each passing second. A panic broke out among the workers and they rushed towards the door to the break room. There was a bit of discussion among the police but as soon as they poison started filling the air, the sprinted towards the main entrance. The remaining doors had the Utopians name projected on them and read as follows; Cyclops, Phoenix, Instinct, Templar, Wiccan, Gargoyle, Callie Betto, Bobby Drake, Mulholland, Yoyo Jin "thats my real name" Jenkins Tags: Utopians Note: You are welcome to respond here or not if you wish. The event will continue in separate threads for each room. The names above link to the room the character is heading to. Edited by Storyteller, August 11, 2015, 6:52 pm.
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| Kevin | August 12, 2015, 4:46 pm Post #30 |
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Character: Phoenix Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Factory The trap was set, and there was no escape now. They'd been lured into something, and a thousand thoughts, questions, and solutions were tearing through Jean's mind.
And a whole fleet of new questions came as the man calling himself Arcade projected his message to the entire population within the hostage building. He must've been the guy 'making friends' with the building.
These were ridiculous demands of them, obviously. To separate and go through lethal, physical, mental and moral challenges. For what? What was this game? What was the point? Why was this guy running the show? What was he getting out of this? There was clearly no time to dwell. As the cyanide started creeping and her team started into their doors with no other options, Jean sent out one quick, calming, and crystal clear telepathic message to each of the Utopians. {"Stay alive. You can do this."} Tags: Utopians / none Edited by Kevin, August 12, 2015, 4:47 pm.
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