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Post by hughissuper on Jul 22, 2009 21:49:05 GMT -5
Gambit gave a pained face at the loud, esoteric gibberish coming from no where in particular. "You don't sound so sophisticated...." An edge of annoyance crept into his voice as he spoke very loudly back at the disembodied voice, "Just cause you can say big words don't mean you can use em."
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Post by galenty on Jul 23, 2009 17:31:56 GMT -5
"Your you rare will may start being held no be be by giving for resistance dual-lobed analysis favorable inefficient us our communication designation sophisticated goals."
The words repeated once more. There was a long silence before it repeated. But, this time, the voice split into two voices overlapping.
"You resist are not be favorable for to our evaluation. Dual-lobed start may be by giving inefficient for you designation us sophistication."
Then it split into three, then four, voices. They were all the same voice, with slightly different intonations.
"You are being held for analysis."
"Resistance will not be favorable to your survival."
"Your Dual-lobed brains may be inefficient for sophisticated communication."
"Start by giving us your designation."
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Post by hughissuper on Jul 24, 2009 20:33:02 GMT -5
Gambit looked up at the ceiling in annoyance. "Gambit not tellin you who he is before findin out who you are. Where de professor? What dis all abou?"
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Post by galenty on Jul 26, 2009 15:39:25 GMT -5
There was no reply. Instead, a sickly-green-ish gas could be seen drifting into Rogue's chamber.
I was particularly designed to block oxygen from traveling through the blood stream.
"You are being held for analysis."
"Resistance will not be favorable to your survival."
"Your Dual-lobed brains may be inefficient for sophisticated communication."
"Start by giving us your designation."
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Post by NobleSlug on Jul 26, 2009 16:58:47 GMT -5
Rogue looked around in alarm as the gas flooded her cell. "Designation..."
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Post by hughissuper on Jul 28, 2009 7:51:16 GMT -5
Gambit jumped up and yelled, "What you doin?" He slammed fist into the translucent wall, "Stop dat!"
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Post by Dr. Bagelman on Jul 28, 2009 18:32:57 GMT -5
Strange Cell Somewhere Erik groaned and looked about blearily. Normally his morning coffee didn't have this effect on him. He looked down at himself, feeling rather foggy. Armor stolen, check; headache, check; mutant powers...... That was odd, he couldn't sense anything around him. There were no fields to play with, to draw upon, nothing. He suddenly was reminded of how his body was getting on in years, feebled by the lack of vibrations and magnetic fields he so constantly had by his side. He wearily got to his feet and looked about. Well, it looked like metal, but he couldn't feel it.... He wondered if his powers were being suppressed. What in the blazes was going on? He walked to the edge, which lost its opacity as he drew near the bulkhead in front of him. He leaned forward and cautiously touched it with his bare hand... <tag galenty> [edit]
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Post by NobleSlug on Jul 29, 2009 22:48:25 GMT -5
"I think it means names..." she said, trying not to breath and not panic.
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Post by galenty on Jul 30, 2009 0:49:52 GMT -5
Xavier groaned as he regained consciousness. He lifted his head, wincing at the pain in both his head and neck, from the uncomfortable sprawl he'd been in for hours.
He was lying on the floor on the control room. He didn't look forward to hoisting himself back up into his chair, and he was loath to ask for assistance.
The chair was only a few feet away. He reached out with his thoughts to engage the motor to bring it closer.
Nothing.
With mounting alarm, he reached out to both Gambit and Rogue.
Nothing.
Fighting panic, he closed his eyes, calling up his reserves past the pain of the throbbing headache. With no small amount of alarm, he realized he'd received such a psychic blast, his telepathic abilities were literally shorted out.
Controlling his breathing, he dragged himself to the chair to begin the laborious task of simply sitting.
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The fine green mist was now drifting down to encompass the room.
All of the detainees were able to hear the voice, which was beginning to sound a touch impatient, though it never really lost the impartiality.
"Designations."
"Yes, names."
"Limited cognitive ability in communication."
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Post by hughissuper on Jul 30, 2009 7:13:09 GMT -5
Gambit was annoyed by the voice's lack of confidence in their intelligence, but he was more alarmed by the ominous green gas.
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Post by NobleSlug on Jul 30, 2009 10:55:59 GMT -5
OOC: this is when it would be really good for Rogue to have a canon last name... lol
IC: "Anna Marie Raven," she snapped out. She didn't know if the gas was poisonous or not but did not want to find out.
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Post by Dr. Bagelman on Jul 31, 2009 16:27:42 GMT -5
OOC: Use your tags, peeps! Just cos your captain leaves the ship and you fly third substitution doesn't mean the ship starts to rust! (lol did I confuse you?) IC: Strange Cell Somewhere Erik's hand recoiled as the strange gas filled the room. This was a bit too close to home for him... Eyes wide, he pressed himself the opposite wall, looking about rapidly for anything, anything that could help him in this situation. He relaxed his breathing and listened to the strange voice. 'Designation?' he thought with distaste, and would have spat if he felt he had time. He reached out with his powers, searching for anything he could wrap his mind around, anything he could use. A piece of space trash, a microchip, even a distant planet, within a reasonable range, might give him at least some sort of starting point... <tag galenty, do I find anything?>
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Post by Dr. Bagelman on Aug 2, 2009 11:48:16 GMT -5
<<would be nice if we could get someone to play Jean, I have an idea for her, so I can work cyclops back into the plot.>>
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Post by NobleSlug on Aug 2, 2009 12:24:52 GMT -5
I can play her for now if you want. And then when someone else wants to they can take over.
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Post by galenty on Aug 2, 2009 19:48:50 GMT -5
ooc: My apologies. I took a mini-vacation (which sucked) and the site lied about internet access (which sucked more). I'd have warned you if I was going to be gone for more than a day.
IC:
Cell bloc
"Anna Marie Raven," There was a long pause as the gas began seeping into Rogue's lungs. She began hacking as the oxygen simply stopped entering her bloodstream.
Then, "Acceptable." "Concur." "Validity confirmed."
A moment later, the stream reversed itself and the gas was sucked back into the wall. It would take a few seconds, but Rogue can breathe again.
The gas began to emit into both Gambit's and Magneto's rooms.
"Please state your designations..."
ooc: Bagels...I sent you and IM regarding what he sees/ senses.
Also, when Gambit and Eric respond, you will all hear each other.
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