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Post by galenty on Aug 24, 2009 20:15:23 GMT -5
Storm shook her head as Wolverine launched herself at Cyclops. And, shook her head harder as Cyclops threatened to do in kind. It wasn't unlike watching two children on the playground...except that these children were capable of leveling buildings.
She held back, unwilling to interfere unless it really got ugly.
******************** Upstairs in his office, Xavier's head jerked back at the backlash of those thoughts came to his attention. He took a moment to gauge the severity of the situation, hoping they'd come to their senses.
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Post by daemon91 on Aug 25, 2009 18:55:57 GMT -5
"Ha! that was nice joke, bub," Wolverine said sarcastically, "but the only one 'round here who gonna be puttin' the hurtin' on, is m- Gruah!"
Gambit pulled a dirty move and made one of his cards explode against Wolverine's head. Wolverine weeled around, his face chared and blistered, with a little Andamentium showing, but healing fast.
"Gumbo, i wouldn'ta done that if i were you." Warned Wolverine.
In that short time that Wolverine looked away, he got blasted a second time and went flying through the air until he crashed through the hangar, landing next to Rogue.
"Okay, Cyclops, that one one hurt. You okay, Rogue?" Wolverine inquired.
<tag Cyclops, Gambit, Rogue>
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Post by galenty on Aug 25, 2009 20:52:18 GMT -5
Storm had had enough. The brief exchange, while not being deadly, was decidedly getting nasty. She winced as she saw the exposed skull on Wolverine. It wouldn't take him long to go into a real rage.
Her eyes turned opaque and she Called the Winds. They tore in through the open hanger doors and wrapped around the room. Within seconds, gale-force winds were picking them up and revolving around the room.
None could fly, so she kept them at equal distance from each other, but twisted Cyclops so he was facing a wall.
She tilted her head to the side. "Enough...gentlemen."
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Post by NobleSlug on Aug 25, 2009 21:05:53 GMT -5
Rogue had ducked out of the room once she saw Storm's eyes going white, she really didn't want to be one of the ones floating around the room.
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Post by Dr. Bagelman on Aug 25, 2009 23:12:30 GMT -5
((wow, Rogue seems a bit withdrawn, and I always thought her to be saltier than that... *shrug* that's cool, whatev.)) Hangar Bay Cyclops grunted as he was thrust against the wall. When the winds subsided <I assume they did?> he turned, huffily, but sobered, back to the center of the room, looking exasperatedly at everyone. "How are we supposed to work as a team if people can't follow simple instructions, and start fights any time they want to?! How are we ever going to convince the general public that we're safe to them if we can't even control ourselves?" he asked, looking pointedly at Wolverine. "And next time you break something, Logan, have the decency to report it to me," he scolded, knowing he wouldn't listen anyway. "Oh, and thanks for the help, Gambit, even though it could have been less... violent..." Scott was thoroughly pissed and frustrated. Sometimes he just wanted to stand down as team leader and let someone else fill his yellow boots. But he knew Xavier needed him, and he owed him his life multiple times over. He clenched and unclenched a fist, trying to say his relaxation mantra in his head. <tag anyone in hangar bay>
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Post by hughissuper on Aug 26, 2009 11:11:59 GMT -5
((Yep, Rogue was never meek in the comics. Seems like being able to fly would make the whirlwind relatively easy to deal with.))
Gambit was annoyed at Cyclops' rather hypocritical lecture. Gambit was annoyed at a lot of things lately. He stood up from the awkward position in which he'd landed after Storm's whirlwind and muttered unintelligibly in what sounded like an approximation of French.
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Post by NobleSlug on Aug 26, 2009 12:56:11 GMT -5
<<exactly. I mean, this is Rogue, she isn't meek in the least. And Gambit isn't a arse... all the time. Anyway, you actually inspired this bit of character dev Hugh. It seemed realistic that that might have a temporary effect on Rogue. Sorry if it seems strange for her...>>
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Post by galenty on Aug 27, 2009 22:33:56 GMT -5
Honestly? I wasn't letting the winds die down until some people calmed down. Np, I'll roll with it.
She listened to Scott, agreeing with him in principal. She didn't point out that he was just as ready to join in the fight. At least not publicly.
She finished her drink looking over at Rogue. Tilting her head to the side, "Are you all right? You seem...off today?"
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Post by NobleSlug on Aug 28, 2009 0:43:38 GMT -5
Rouge looked over at Storm. "Erm... ah'm just havin' a bad day... nothing much."
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Post by Dr. Bagelman on Aug 28, 2009 22:28:05 GMT -5
Cyclops walked up to Wolverine, poking him firmly in the chest. "Listen, Logan, next time you break something expensive like that, at least have the decency to tell me first." He couldn't believe how irresponsible he had been. He wanted to scream, but he kept it bottled inside.
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Post by daemon91 on Aug 29, 2009 12:25:52 GMT -5
"Ain;t gotta listen to nothin' you say, Scott," Wolverine said pointedly, "but, I'll think about it. And I wasn't the one who started that fight. Your the one who started throwin' a tantrum over me breakin' your little toy."
He glared at Scott. Wolverine never was the one to apologize.
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Post by Dr. Bagelman on Aug 29, 2009 12:49:47 GMT -5
Hangar Bay X's SFGY Scott glowered at Wolverine, although it was hard to see that through his visor. "i don't have time for this," Cyclops said, and headed out of the Hangar Bay, passing Rogue and Storm. "Hello, Rogue, he said as pleasantly as possible. He noticed she was a bit out of it, but then again, so was he. He stopped at Storm, also in the doorway. "Thanks, Ororo," he said, placing a hand briefly on her shoulder, "I guess I let my feelings get the best of me. I'll come back to fix the 'Bird once I've blown off some steam. Maybe I'll go to the basketball court or something," he said thoughtfully. <tag Rogue, Storm>
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Post by NobleSlug on Aug 29, 2009 15:42:57 GMT -5
"'lo Cyclops," Rogue said. She had been rather out of it lately, and she thought she knew why, but so far she hadn't addressed it to herself. Running away again, she had thought rather bitterly, but she pushed that aside. She just was having a bit of trouble since the cell encounter. She still was grim about that too.
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Post by chiefmagnus on Aug 29, 2009 19:16:43 GMT -5
Manhattan, NY "So I'm free to do as I please? Things might get a little hot"
"Stop screaming at me, lady!!! It's not my first time!!!"
"Just be there to pick us up" said Pyro, already tired of Mystique's constant orders. Blasting the phone with flames and melting it to an unrecognizable heap, he grinned devilishly. "Ah, nothing better to calm your nerves than watching something burn. Now to free our little Richter-scale friend" he said to himself, laughing evily before walking away, heading to where Avalanche was imprisoned. <tag Mystique>
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Post by hughissuper on Aug 29, 2009 20:10:12 GMT -5
((OMG! Magnus, SO GLAD YOU JOINED!))
Somewhere in Scotland Mystique rolled her eyes and hung up on Pyro. As long as he and Avalanche created enough of a distraction, then she didn't really care what they did. All in all, she was feeling fairly optimistic about things. She might even be able to pull this off without Xavier and his merry band of freaks knowing of her involvement.
She checked the window surreptitiously, to see how crowded the street outside was. Just an old woman tottering slowly down the sidewalk. Of course, there would be little activity in this tiny Scottish village.
As she watched the woman from behind the curtain, her distinctive blue skin and red hair became nebulous and obscured. In the time it takes the average person to sneeze, it was no longer Mystique looking out from the window.
A skinny, bookish-looking young man with brown hair and freckles pulled back the curtain fully and waved politely to the old woman looking up at him. Moving away from the window, he pulled on a tweed blazer and walked out of the door.
Once on the street, he headed towards the ferry that would take him to Muir Island. When the ferryman attempted to make idle conversation about his business on the mysterious island, the young man explained in a reedy voice that he was Moira MacTaggert's new lab assistant.
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