X-Men: Darkest Days

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

"I know the feeling," Ric said with a small, exhausted grin as he took a second to glance over at Taralynn.

 

That was kind of true. He had slept here and there, but his brain didn't particularly need it. Especially after Ashlynn. Especially after the nightmares. Especially after he'd started spending his nights in the Danger Room duelling himself; when he'd become easy enough to take care of, he moved on to trashing Warren until the sun came up. Then, when he grew tired of listening to Warren yammer on through broken jawbones and lips rubbed raw and repositioned against his cheeks and chin, he'd moved on to Ashlynn. And that, well...suffice it to say none of them had brought him any sort of comfort that sleep gave.

 

The twists and turns of Las Vegas, the fluorescent lights like neon cobblestones in some greater road paved with the money of fools and the famous alike, reached their tendrils out to whisper in Alaric's ear and then burst into a nauseous gold smoke, enticing him to stride into just one casino, blow his family's fortune. This, he finally realized, was the magic of Las Vegas. It was where the American Dream came and perched itself while you gamed, waiting for the moment where it was summoned to either land on your shoulder or combust in your face. For about a hundredth of the people inside the casinos - no, a thousandth - it would be the former, and if they were smart enough not to go broke in a year they could be made for life. For the rest of them - for Alaric - their Dream of a better life had come here to die. For some reason, he was just lingering around the coffin.

 

Maybe Tara could sense his pain. Maybe; after all, she had gotten inside his head farther than anyone else, otherwise what she'd done to him probably wouldn't have killed him, and Giles wouldn't have needed to reboot his head. Honestly, she was slowly starting to get sketchier and sketchier, the same way Warren must have thought Ashlynn was getting when she was going Phoenix. And that was probably what was happening; it was what made the most sense. But Alaric wasn't Warren. He wasn't about to reach over and tweak Tara's head on her body like a cap on a bottle of Pepsi. She was all he had left of the time in his life before things had gone totally off the rails, and he was all that she had left of that time. For better or for worse, he'd stick with her. Ric just hoped that Tara realized that, too, and she'd take advantage of it while she could.

 

Because, here in this car with only a pretty girl six years his junior who was pretty clearly in love with him, his own muddled and diluted emotions, his own sense of detachment from the road ahead and the lights and the dreams it was paved with, and his demons, Alaric Carlisle realized he probably didn't have long to live.

 

The car slowed and stopped in front of a hotel, then, putting his thoughts on ice; Alaric and Taralynn stepped out of the car and let the valet do his thing before walking into the lobby of the hotel and towards the desk.

 

"One room," he said, after an infinitely tiny moment of hesitation.

 

-Tyler

Edited May 9, 2013 by Dallas Winston

[AuRon the champion]

IC: (Warren)

 

"Hey! Just in case you didn't notice! The city's on fire!" I called up, after I jumped out of the way.

 

To be honest, I really didn't have time for this anymore. Parts of New York were on fire, and there was an army invading the city.

 

So, like any sane person, I started to run. Of course, I gave him a parting shot. The metal shot back at him as I created another magnetic field that drew everything that was possibly magnetic towards him. Then I loosed nine hundred volts, a current that was way beyond the amount needed to lethal to the average human, right at him. With any luck, some of the metal would've stuck to him, making him the most attractive thing for the electricity to go to.

 

Then I ran even faster, avoiding this guy, and any of the fights going on in the city. I needed to recharge, and to grab my things. And I needed to do that before the city officially belonged to this 'army'.

Edited May 9, 2013 by Varren Rehn

[Wyrd Bid Ful Araed]

IC: Unfazed by the grenade, Rhino struck out at the fire extinguisher. He hit it with such force that it exploded in mid-air, spraying its contents over both him and White Lightning. Merely a mess for Rhino, but with Lightning it stood a chance of grounding or even shorting out his electricity-based powers...

 

IC: "Now who are you really?" the guard said to Christopher, "This is a prison facility, people don't just get sucked in. You're either one of the convicts or one of the intruders. Identify!"

 

 

OOC: Blegh, sorry for the short posts, but I'm busy lately. It was either short posts or no posts

[Makuta of Time]

IC:

"Great. I'm short circuited." Jack said wiping off the stuff from the fire extinguisher.

 

Since he can't use his powers, he has to do one thing. Run. He ran as fast as he could from the raging beast. Then he came to a T section, which he had to go either way. But with him nothings impossible, so he jumped over the railing and onto the next platform.

 

"Leech, you need any assistance?"

[Light]

IC: Up above, another SHIELD agent was fighting for her own survival. On crucial advantage over the Iron Patriot armor, however. She had powers fueled by anger.And she was angry.Very angry.Light up a forest because a tree looked at you funny angry.This was her home, her country, her freedom, her duty.They'd tried to kill her boyfriend too, **** it!She swooped around one of the Hydra Iron Men, keeping a beam of extremely intense heat on it constantly. No shielding meant the metal was exposed to that unadulterated heat constantly. Sure, it could defray some of it by conduction. But not enough. The temperature was rising, and the pilot would cook or the armor would melt like butter very soon.

Edited May 9, 2013 by Kaitholas Cage

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC: Feral, Triblade, Mimic

 

Adamantium claws were good at slicing through things. Really good at it actually. That was nice since at the moment that was exactly what John was doing. He pulled his right arm upwards in powerful slash watching as his claws cut through the flesh, muscle and bone of the Hydra soldier in front of him before exiting his body in a spray of crimson. John's shoulders twitched as a three bullets tore into them from behind him.

 

He growled before whirling around and slamming his foot into the chest of the Hydra soldier; knocking him backwards. He then tackled the soldier to the ground. He didn't have a chance. John shoved his claws into the soldier's chest then he shoved his other arm in before pulling the other one out. He continued like this a few times alternating arms as he punched a bunch of holes into the soldier's body.

 

He then got to his feet his clothes now matted with a mixture of his own and his enemies blood.

 

"Hurry it up Goldy Locks!" he yelled at Matt before he threw himself at another soldier.

 

Matt's first blast had missed the jet-pack Hydra soldier and only had succeeded in getting the soldier to shoot rounds down at Matt. He dodged them as best as he could unleashing plasma-blasts to melt some incoming bullets to slag before he dodged the projectile burning metal.

 

He then aimed again and fired a blast from his chest. The sizzling hot plasma roared towards the Hydra soldier. The soldier banked to the right but the plasma still grazed him. It splashed across his legs; melting them away and his right arm as well. The soldier screamed as he lost control of his jet-pack and began to hurtle towards the earth.

 

Matt grinned and began to sprint across the battle-scarred road as if it was a highschool football field. His arms opened as he readied himself for the catch. He looked back at the falling Hydra soldier to make sure the trajectory was just right. He looked somewhat like a well polished quarterback as the maimed soldier and metal-jet pack thudded into his strong arms. The impact was hard though and Matt and his new package fell forward before skidding across the ground.

 

"Sorry about your legs, but we sort of need this." Matt said as he unclasped the jet-pack before pulling it up and strapping it around his own body.

 

"Alright, I'll go get you two some, it will be much easier now." Matt grinned. He then activated the jet-pack's controls before he burst upwards into the air.

 

Christine concentrated on thinning down the number of Hydra soldier's in the street with John. Since her claws were bone and not metal she couldn't cut through the soldiers as well as John but she sure could stab the heII out of them. Which she did. She felt a round pump into her thigh and another one cut across her rib-cage. The pain was powerful and unknown to her, she was used to healing from as savage wounds as John.

 

"Don't you get bored cutting people to pieces like this over and over?" she asked John.

 

"Not really." John replied as he slammed his claws upwards through the chin of another soldier.

 

IC: Nicole

 

A blonde teen strode across the San Francisco airport looking confused. One moment she was in some strange pocket dimension killing zombies with Robin and then everything had flashed white and she found herself here. She was pretty sure that civilians weren't supposed to be strolling around where the airplanes took off but Nicole was a bit dazed and confused currently.

[Light]

IC: SLASH!A sword went through a dead one. And another. And a third.Robin was tiring. Even dhampirs have to rest sometime. Battle had turned against him since Nicole disappeared.Well, at least he had the sword.

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

"Please, no...come on..."

 

The protest was drowned out as paparazzi from all over the San Francisco Bay converged at once on the airport to his plane; somehow, someone - probably TMZ - had gotten hold of the flight manifest and were waiting on his response to some attack on New York City, the rumored sightings of X-Men there, and why he had flown out to Westchester only for a day. His hair was tousled and frayed by reporters here and there trying to get his attention; once, his forearm was clawed; he felt his shirt and slim jeans being tugged at like groupies trying to get their paws on a musician from the front row.

 

"Have you been pressured to return to the X-Men?"

"What have you heard about the sudden death of Hank McCoy, which coincides with Pietro Maximoff--?"

"--so with that in mind, are you worried about MACE tagging you as a mutant and bringing you in?"

 

The world stopped.

 

"Let 'em try."

Dallas didn't turn, for he had just caught sight of a certain someone he knew wandering in awe throughout the terminals. Behind him, Ashley would be getting off the plane anytime; she'd get eaten alive by just the sight of the press camped out and waiting for her. His mind scrambled together an idea in a quarter of a second and he spun on his heel with a snap of his fingers, freezing the mob in time and allowing Ashley space to move. Nicole heard the sudden stop of the press' babbling and turned. No doubt she'd seen him.

 

Well. This would be interesting.

 

-Tyler

Edited May 10, 2013 by Dallas Winston

[Constructelf]

IC KnowerWhere was I? What was I doing? What was going on?Oh yeah, that was right. I was brutally dismembering Hydra soldiers left and right. But was it really me doing it?Yeah, it was. Bring yourself back to reality Vincent.Bullets continued to pepper my armor, many of them embedding themselves in the damascus steel plates. "And to think I scorned the shield," I thought to myself even as a Hydra soldier fell to a stab from a lance. For some reason, I had gotten all of the mooks with good aim; without my armor, I would have been dead several times over. "This probably wasn't the best decision of my life..."Finally, I had enough. "Incorrigible FOOLS!!!" I roared as I unleashed a mental bomb, knocking over several soldiers. "That should do it," I thought. Finally I could take a breather-wait, no. I couldn't take a breather. Apparently, that attack had tagged a big red sign to my location. "Oh no," I thought to myself.

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC: Nicole

 

As she was wondering through the terminal she couldn't help but notice a crowd of lively people surrounding a recently landed plane. From the looks of things this was a crowd of merciless paparazzi. She knew this because she'd had her own run-ins with them before. They just loved to show up at inopportune moments and show that the President's daughter was up to no good, like partying or something.

 

She was going to avoid the paparazzi when suddenly she heard a snap and they all fell silent at once as if they'd been frozen in time. She knew only one mutant with this power. As she peered through the crowd she saw him: Dallas. He was looking right at her.

 

"Dallas!" she yelled before she began running towards him. She accidently bumped into one of the reporters which caused him to drop his camera. She heard it smash against the ground but she didn't even pay attention as she sprinted towards him. Soon she was standing right in front of him.

 

"Dallas! God I'm glad you're here! I have no idea what's going on... first I was in this other dimension with Robin... and there were zombies and this guy and then I was here!"

[thelonewander]

IC:

 

 

(Carli)

 

The fighting didn't stop. they just kept coming. feeling like she was being overwhelmed, Carli started to fall back, looking for anyone that wasn't Hydra. Turning a corner, she saw Vincent. Finally, a friendly face. Running up to him, she stopped just out of his swing range. seeing this place being swarmed, Carli opened fire, having swapped to a .44 revolver sometime ago. "Back to back?" she said. it would give them a bit more time.

[Snelly]

IC: Ashley

 

​Ashley stopped short of the frozen paparazzi, giving them a good long look, she blinked several times, then she waved a hand in front of them. Still they did not move.

 

A small smile crept up on her face, she pulled a sharpie from her pocket, she began to draw whiskers on the closet reporter. When she was done with that she started to draw on more frozen people, barely restraining herself from giggling.

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

"Sounds like you were in a heII of a video game," Dallas replied with a straight look on his face as he gave the terminal a cursory scan with electric blue eyes before focusing on Nicole's face again, looking up at him again. Slowly, he smirked and hugged her.

 

"I see you're still looking bad as ever."

 

"Bad?" she pouted. "And it wasn't a videogame!"

 

"Yeah, you know. Bad. Like in hip hop," he explained with an eyeroll. "And it was a joke. Jeez. Glad to see you're back from The Walking Dead or whatever."

 

-Tyler

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC: Nicole

 

"Well we both know I suck at hip hop." Nicole said. "Its really good to see you!" she said as she threw her arms around Dallas and pulled him into a hug.

 

"Though it really hasn't been that long right I saw you like a few hours ago in that Star Bucks." she said her usual bubbly self.

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

"...It's been three weeks, babydoll. You mean...how...how long do you think you were with Robin?"

 

"Umm... only a few hours..."

 

"...It's been three weeks, babydoll," Dallas repeated, looking at Nicole with new eyes. Quickly, he glanced back to Ashley, drawing pictures on the paparazzi happily, and then she turned back to bouncy, bubbly Nicole before him. Slowly, deep in his chest, the pinnacle of everything he was, his heart and his soul, began to crack apart as he felt how happy she was and knew that it wasn't gonna last. "We..."

 

He turned back to Ashley. He'd shoot her a quick text in a minute; for now, he took Nicole's arm, slid her an extra pair of sunglasses and a beanie to help disguise her, and then began walking so they'd just look like a hot couple.

 

"We need to talk," he muttered.

 

-Tyler

Edited May 10, 2013 by Dallas Winston

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC: Nicole

 

"What? Three weeks? But that's impossible!" Nicole said with confusion and fear as Dallas repeated his words and they finally sank in. She then stood by and giggled as Dallas put a pair of sunglasses on her and a beanie.

 

"I look like a shabby hobo now, but I guess this beats the paparazzi." Nicole said as she let Dallas pull her along.

 

"What do we need to talk about? Is it me and Robin?"

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

The chronokinetic reared back slightly as he maneuvered her past a Cinnabon stand and towards the place's bathrooms, stopping at the far edge of that particular hallway and turning to face her before pausing at her sudden words, eyes confused through his vaguely tinted shades.

 

"What, you think this is about me being jealous?"

 

 

"Yeah it could be, I mean what else would you want to talk about?"

 

It was almost cute, if it wasn't so sad. Out of a sheer, unstoppable pity he wrapped his arms around her in a hug and lifted her up off her feet slightly so that her knees wouldn't buckle when he delivered the news. He squeezed, the words lingering in his throat like a poor aftertaste; he had a hard time hearing the news from his own mouth.

 

"Nicole...your dad's dead."

 

She smacked him on the arm. "That's not funny! I know my dad's been down in the polls but to say he's dead!"

 

"As many jokes in poor taste I could make right now...it's the truth, sweetie. I'm so sorry."

 

-Tyler

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC: Nicole

 

It was if Nicole suddenly shut down for a moment. Time seemed to stop around her as her breath caught in her lungs. No, this couldn't possibly be real. Her dad couldn't be dead! Nothing bad like this ever happened to Nicole. As she stared at Dallas' face she knew he was telling the truth. It was a look of utter pity for her and from the tone in his voice he knew he wasn't pulling a cruel joke on her.

 

Nicole's heart felt like it had been made of glass all along and it suddenly shattered into a million tiny fragments in her chest. Nicole Binder. The spoiled valley girl who had gotten everything she'd ever wanted her entire life had just woken up to see the real world for the first time. She wasn't special. Bad things could happen to her and they had. The tears began to flow suddenly as she began to sob at a loss for words. She buried her head in Dallas shoulder a she began to cry into him her eyes burning already from her tears.

 

"No... no... not daddy." she whimpered into the fabric of his shirt. Her sunglasses caught many of her tears but still they flowed down and began to splash onto Dallas.

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

Dallas' arms were leaden anchors to Nicole's sinking paper frame, weighed down by the weight of salt-heavy tears and emotion pouring out of her. It hit Dallas with the strength of a melancholy bullet but he stood fast and kept her strong and steady. The world outside slowed to a crawl, but not because of his powers this time; it was the slackening grip on reality that came when the world beneath you was knocked about ten feet forward in utter shock and your stomach went with it while you just kind of stood there and waited to get swept off your feet.

 

"I'm right here. You're gonna end up okay, Nicole."

 

"No, nothing's gonna be okay... I'm an orphan now I have nothing... my dad's dead..."

 

"Yeah, you're an orphan, but I mean...you got tons of stuff...cash, cars, clothes, powers...and I mean, , you got me..."

 

-Tyler

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC: Nicole

 

"I don't care about any of that **** I just want my dad back..." she said missing the last part. She then looked up at her her big blue eyes wet with tears and her cheeks bright red. "Really? Thank you Dallas, I mean it." she said. It was comforting to know she had someone out there who cared and would help her through this.

 

"I just need to know... how?" she said simply. She wanted to know how her father had died but she couldn't make herself say the last part without breaking into a sob again.

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

What was a kid supposed to say to that? He got turned into an extra from the set of Kill Bill: Part One?

 

"Like a hero."

 

"Good... he was a hero." she said. "Did he make his big speech? The one he told me about?"

 

"Yeah, he did. Pulled it off, too."

 

"I want to see it someday... a recording when I can watch it and not cry." she said as she wiped at her eyes.

 

"...Yeah. Sure, someday. I'll show you."

 

-Tyler

Edited May 10, 2013 by Dallas Winston

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC: Nicole

 

"Thanks Dallas..." she said the tears were slowing now but she knew they'd return later. When her mind began to drift and she suddenly remembered that her father was gone they would be back. She knew that only time could mend this wound.

 

"Anyone else dead since I've been gone?" Nicole had no idea what to expect now that three weeks had been eaten away while she was in that demension with Robin.

[Light]

IC: Robin was done. He started giving ground, knowing full well that he was eventually gonna run out of space.Heh. Immortality and he was gonna die in a pocket dimension fighting undead.But...Where was the wall?!Robin kept backing up, backing into the sunlight, wincing as the sun hit his skin. The zombies couldn't follow him anymore. With obvious relief he sheathed his new sword.One problem.No sword meant no stamina boost. Meaning-Robin fell to his knees, then his face, still in that karzahni of a sun.

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

"Uhhh...Beast. Quicksilver. Me...but not like physically. It's...I went back to Westchester yesterday because Ashley was homesick. While we were there, this guy the X-Men toed up against once showed up...kinda shot the guy...a lot. I...lost myself for a second."

 

"Wow Beast is dead? I'm sorry." she said. She wasn't sure but she thought Dallas had been close to Hank. "You shot someone?" she said with surprise. Last she'd heard Dallas had been against guns.

 

"It...I..." Dallas mumbled, looking away and down. "I snapped. Freaked out. Grabbed a gun and popped him."

 

-Tyler

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC: Nicole

 

She really wasn't sure what to say to that. "Well I hope he deserved it."

 

IC: Scorcher

 

A figure landed outside Abrahams house before opening the door and stepping inside. "New York looks bad, I just went and checked it out." Scorcher said as he ventured inside where he knew the other Brotherhood survivors would be.

 

OOC: Is it okay if Scorcher has been hitching with the surviving Brotherhood members?

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

"Well, I mean...he did, totally. But...I wanted to kill him. I had this feeling in my heart like...like I was gonna kill him. I wanted to feel him die...and that's all I can think about now. That...way that I felt. I hate it."

 

-Tyler

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC: Nicole

 

"Well maybe you need to kill a badguy or something. John seems to do it all the time." she shrugged.

Edited May 11, 2013 by Sir Flex Nardius

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

"The point was that I don't want to kill bad guys, Nicole. I freak out when I step on an anthill."

 

"Oh... right. Um, I'm not sure if I know how to help other then to take your mind of things."

 

"You gonna buy me a couple cinnamon buns?"

 

"Yeah sure, here's my card." she said as she handed him a pink Visa.

 

"Dope," Dallas said, now grinning a little bit and walking back to the Cinnabon. The actor took about four steps before turning back to Nicole and motioning for her to take his hand.

 

"C'mon now. I can't eat all these Cinnabons. I have a physique to keep up."

 

IC:

 

New York City was looking bleak.

 

Hydra forces were everywhere; SHIELD and the other agencies had forces on the ground, and here and there forces of mutants had banded together to try and fight off the opposing forces. The NYPD performed admirably with what they had, and even some citizens banded together to try and fight. But Hydra had packed heavy, and what's worse, they'd packed well. Already public infrastructure was almost at a halt, and tourism was largely cleared out, leaving the streets desolate aside from areas of heavy battling.

 

Did someone mention that public infrastructure was almost at a halt? If so, they forgot to tell Aleks Belikov, who had acquired a double decker tour bus and drove it into the troops bearing down on the Summers boys and Christine Marie.

 

"Honk honk~!" a light, and obviously learned, American accent cried as a fair, handsome young man slid daintily down the rail of the stairs and onto the streets, Magnum already raised. "Thank you for riding Manhattan Historic. From here, you've been redirected to a very long, very boring tunnel with a light at the end. I'd tell you where it leads, but I don't, uh, ever plan on finding out, so...you enjoy, I guess!"

 

-Tyler

Edited May 11, 2013 by Dallas Winston

[Snelly]

IC: Ashley

 

Ashley spent a few more moments drawing on the frozen paparazzi's faces, till they all looked like they had cat faces. She giggled as she stepped back and snapped a group picture.

 

It was about then she realized she'd completely lost track of Dallas, she glanced back at the still currently frozen paparazzi....one of them seemed to be blinking in slow motion...

 

Ashley ran out of there as fast as she could, pulling the hood on her hoodie over her head so no one would notice her green hair. She sorta stuck out like green Skittle in a Reese's Pieces bowl, especially with hanging around Dallas all the time. She'd become a target of the media.

 

She wandered down the airport a bit aimlessly, searching for signs of Dallas. Till she started to smell the scent of cinnamon, her lust for sweets took over and she flew off like a bullet bill.

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC: Nicole

 

"Fine," she shrugged as she followed him to the sand. "Its not like I've eaten in three weeks anyway." when the person operating the stand short her a look she smiled and batted her eye lashes.

 

"I was on the Nicole Richie diet."

 

IC: Mimic, Matt

 

Christine looked up as someone drove a giant double-decker bus into a group of Hydra soldiers. She watched with shock and awe as a familiar figure jumped down from the bus.

 

"Aleks!" she cried out as she slammed her foot into the groin of a Hydra mook and swept her bone claws across his face.

 

Matt had been busy the last few minutes cutting up a couple jet-pack Hydra soldiers. He flew to the ground with two heavy metal jet-packs. No it couldn't be... was that Aleks?

 

"Broooooo!" Matt yelled as he landed next to Christine.

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

"Your body could suffer from that pretty easily, you know."

 

IC:

 

"...What."

 

-Tyler

[Blair the Cat]

IC: Winter

 

The city is under attack. So much has changed since I left, preferring to spend my days preserved in an icy chill than on an operating table. I don't know the world in which I live in anymore. Do people still prefer to shoot their guns at five-year-olds than at rabid bears, or have I been hurting people for no reason this entire time? I realize that I don't care if they are innocent, and that people will pay for the day that my heart was frozen over for good.

[Snelly]

IC: Ashley

 

Following her nose (and stomach), Ashley found herself at a magical place called Cinnabon, consequently she spotted Dallas.

 

With a squee like-cry she tackled Dallas as she practically flew in mid-air. She latched onto his waist fiercly. "Surrender your cinnabons! Or I'll....tickle you!" D:

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

"Hah. Riiiiiiight. Because that's gonna happen."

 

:3

 

-Tyler

[Snelly]

IC: Ashley

 

"I warned you!" Ashley began to tickle Dallas' sides without any remorse or mercy. One had to admire her determination for sweets.

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

Dallas yelped and then leapt up in the air over a table, trying to avoid Ashley. When he touched down he spun, juking her and then catching her by the waist, lifting her up, and bringing her into a kiss that lasted for several seconds. When he pulled away his face was slightly bashful, and he had the ghost of a stupid grin on his face.

 

"Sorry about the paparazzi," he apologized. "Wasn't thinking about 'em."

 

-Tyler

[Snelly]

IC: Ashley

 

Ashley's desire to tickle Dallas waned a bit as they kissed, she felt all fluttery inside. When they pulled away she looked at him with a big smile. "Heehee, that's okay, I got to do this because of it." She pulled out her phone and showed Dallas the group shot of the paparazzi and their new cat faces.

 

"Aren't they cute!"

Edited May 11, 2013 by A billion cats

[Krayzikk]

IC:

 

As Tara awoke, and Ric drove off, a pair of violet eyes watched them depart, steadily narrowing in distrust.

 

It had taken a while to work it out. Why he had been near death, without any evident injuries. Why Tara had been unconscious on the street. Why he had wanted to make sure they had some time to talk. Why he had seemed so exhausted. He hadn't been attacked by a foe; he had been harmed by a friend. He had been harmed by someone he trusted.

 

After a moment, she realized that her hands were clenching the steering wheel in rage. Rage not only unexpected in presence, but ferocity. Her friend had been brought to the brink of death by someone he trusted, and she could not do anything about it. She couldn't stop it from happening again, she couldn't even yell at the one responsible, because Alaric was sometimes just too kind-hearted. Too forgiving to the people that tried to kill him.

 

The steering wheel groaned, a sure indicator that it was close to caving before the pressure leveled against it. Forcing the anger down, burying it along with the rest of her emotions, she turned over the engine, and began to drive.

 

Unfortunately, it was doubtful that Brooklyn had missed the small display.

 

IC:

 

"Americans and their wars..."Standing in the middle of New York City's largest airport, watching as the terminal cleared around him, people running for cover, was a single tall scholar. Messenger bag slung over his shoulder, book held under his arm, and an oddly detached expression. "Bloody helI."

 

"This could be an issue. And I just ran out of cell phone minutes, too."

 

IC:

 

Scorcher heard one thing, and one thing only.

 

A loud click.

 

The sound of a round being chambered behind his head. Whoever it was had approached with the utmost silence, and a level of calm unprecedented levels. He dared not turn around, not yet, for fear that whoever it was might decide to put a metal slug in his head.

 

"This is a .44 autorevolver. People have often said that it makes an entry wound the size of a small coin, and an exist wound the size of a potato. Needless to say, that does not concern me. What is relevant here is that at this range, with a weapon of this size, I will not miss."

 

"You went missing following our arrival here. No one has seen you since." The strategist said, quite calmly despite the weapon he held. "You were believed rogue or captured, and that opinion has not changed. You were absent without telling anyone where you were going, and you have potentially given away our location by arriving so brazenly.""Oh, and there was a doorbell, you know. It is most often polite to utilize it before entering someone's home uninvited."

[otter]

IC-Morrison:

 

"Perhaps it would be advantageous to take the long way out," Morrison supplied to the scholar. "Sometimes that works better than the conventional methods."

[Vengent Spectre]

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Hotel lobby.

 

She could feel them, all of them; his sorrow, his anger, his love. It was beautiful. His emotions, they were so raw, - so vibrant - that it made her shiver: it made her heart beat just that much faster, made her want to cry - for several different reasons - as she felt his emotions run through her. It made her lust for something more. Tara 's eyes flared a brighter orange then usual, as her mind embraced these foreign feelings. In her recently changed state, this new, - overwhelming - rush of emotions made her burn inside.

 

Her own emotions rose to match his. She wanted to lose control and wreck the hotel, with it's: useless slik rugs, it's big shimmering fountains, it's snooty patrons and - it's everything, She wanted to see the hotel in ruins. She wanted to burn Las Vegas, and it's stupid, everpulsing, headache giving, neon signs, to the ground. To see the idots who gamble their lives away, scream and run as fire consumes them and their precious casinos. Forget Vegas. The World.

 

She wanted to break the bodies and minds of presidents; mutants, dictators, soldiers and peasants. She wanted to the conquer the wills of countries. She wanted to see the fools of the world cower, and bow their heads at her feet as she looked on from above. More than anything, though she was loathe to admit it, she wanted him by her side. Not just through all of that, but, period.

 

This wasn't just strange to her, it was slightly mindblowing. She'd thought that her feelings for him were no more but she was wrong - oh goodness, was she wrong. She understood it now though, she'd been so preoccupied with all her mental issues, that she forgot to think about herself. She had forgtten how much she cared for him, but thanks to this emotional surge, she'd remembered. In her eyes Alaric was her's, no ifs, ands, or buts. Hers, period. And, if you thought otherwise, you could always burn.

Edited May 11, 2013 by Dr. Vengeance