El!
El has been with the site for nearly two years now and has continued to prove her value. Currently, she is heading up our site event, Battle for Liberterram, on top of keeping up with her own personal plots.
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Peggy Carter!
Lux's posts are all wonderful to read. She has done a wonderful job of grasping the new universe and incorporating Peggy into it.
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Peter Parker!
It's good to see Spidey back on the site. Watching him deal with the universe shift in his own snarky way has been nothing short of entertaining.
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Eight O'Clock on the Dot!
El and Lux are making magic in this thread. Straight up fireworks, and the way they've played with drawing out the reveal is top class.
As the West Coast attack hits its stride, Chitauri have begun an assault on the East Coast as well. With SHIELD having focused the brunt of their strength on the West Coast, it is the heroes left on the East Coast that must take up arms against these forces.
The few SHIELD Agents on this coast are also armed with bullets that contain nanites that should be able to shut down both the biological and electronic systems of the Chitauri at once, they are more prepared for that threat than before, but the Chitauri have brought with them beasts that Earth has not seen before.
Guidelines:
Posting Order: @trinity , @jason , @drstrange , Anna Marie
Official Occurrence: May 16th; mid-morning.
You are allowed to control as many enemies, allies, and civilians in your posts as you need to.
Event thread should take priority over other threads.
You will have three days to post once its your turn. If you miss, the next person can post. If you miss twice, your character may receive a more serious injury that will disqualify them from further phases.
Available Enemies:
Chitauri: Garden-variety Chitauri soldiers; the bioweapon crafted by Tony Stark and Bobbi Morse will work to shut them down. They are hive-minded. Armed with Chitauri guns or spears. (Approx. 300)
Leviathan: Large, flying, whale-like creatures built for destruction, the bioweapon is not effective on them due to their size. Armed with teeth and size. (Approx. 3)
Chitlian: Bulked-up Chitauri soldiers that are more machine than biological. The bioweapon will take them down for brief periods, but they do reboot the system. Stronger than regular Chitauri and exempt from the hive-mind. Armed with Chitauri guns and spears. (Approx. 150)
Available Allies:
New York Police: Armed only with their issued weapons, the police will mainly handle crowd control.
National Guard: Armed with the weapons of their trade, the National Guard is attempting to hold down the fort in DC, but could use assistance.
SHIELD Academy Members: With only basic training, they are not the most efficient agents, but they want to help.
The attack on the West Coast did its trick. With SHIELD's eye drawn away from home and the Avengers dispatched on the other end of the country, the nation was barely prepared for the attack on the East Coast. Though some of the National Guard was already mobilized for defense purposes, the military is less effectively outfitted for the threat it faces.
Emergency sirens wail throughout the entirety of New York City as the armies of Thanos move in. In a metropolis as sprawling and filled to the brim with people as the Big Apple, getting people off the street isn’t easy, but the men and women of the NYPD are certainly doing their best. It certainly helps that some of them have been through this exact scenario before. Members of the National Guard stationed in the city also help, bringing military-grade weapons to the fight. The last leg of defense in the city are the young men and women of the SHIELD Academy, and any remaining Agents left in range, bringing with them top-of-the line tech and weapons, as well as some of the best training around.
The main attack hits Manhattan, where one of the most notable fixtures adorns the New York skyline: Avengers Tower… which, due to the attacks taking place across the country, is currently without any heroes.
The National Guard, NYPD, and the remnants of SHIELD are doing all that they can, but it’s quickly clear that it’s not enough…
When united we come to the land of the sun With the heart of a dragon we ride
Reaching out her hand, Trinity curled her long nailed fingers around the glass of orange juice so she could take a long drink. She had been trying to lay off the vodka but the things she would do for a screwdriver right now. Her brother had called a couple of days earlier and that always made her feel guilty. He'd had to pull her out of the gutter far too many times and she really needed to clean up her act. It was beautiful morning in Manhattan, though the TV inside the cafe they were having brunch kept showing footage from the west coast of the alien attack. It was a travesty but what were they going to do about it here in New York? She couldn't believe this was happening again. She would have thought they'd have learned the first time that messing with Earth was a bad idea. The political landscape had changed drastically since their last attack and Earth wasn't about to just sit back and let a handful of heroes fight their battles.
It had taken them a bit to find an open cafe for their brunch, most restaurants tended to frown when your wings knocked over tables. "That concert was exactly what I needed, though I am still really embarrassed I almost knocked over that poor girl and her tool of a boyfriend." Trinity said laughingly. Trin loved music, but it was rare she was allowed to actually see a concert without paying extra for people to let her and her ridiculous wingspan into the venue. This concert however had been outside. Street concerts were her favorite and after nearly knocking a woman over by accident they two of them had spent the rest of the night dancing and just enjoying the music. Raising her glass, she focused on the woman across the table from her. "Thank you Rogue, for a wonderful night and I hope that this could be the start of a wonderful friendship." Leaning over she clinked glasses with her but just as she was about to take a drink sirens all over the city began to go off.
Glancing up at the TV through the cafe window, Trinity cursed out loud as she saw they'd switched from the west coast, to New York for their coverage. "Damn it, I loved this outfit." She downed the last of her orange juice and got up from their table. "I really hope you know how to throw down, cause if I learned anything during the last battle...it's that Chitauri really don't like getting hit in the face with a fireball." She grinned at Rogue as Chitauri began to rain down overhead. She stretched out her wings ready to take off and rain down dragon fire.
Before Trinity could turn away, Rogue reached out her bare hand and took Trinity's. Trin arched a scaled brow at the woman. The two had quite the talk earlier about Rogue's abilities and Trinity wasn't sure anyone was ready to become a dragon. "You sure about this? Becoming a Dragon Lady hurts like a bitch." She warned Rogue. It had taken Trinity years to grow into her scales as a kid, but from she understood of Rogue's powers she was about to get a crash course. Trinity wasn't a hero in the strictest sense, but dragons were territorial, and New York was her home.
In the distance the sounds of weapons fire rang out, she knew the national guard had been on high alert but she also knew they wouldn't be able to handle a full scale attack with their heavy hitters engaged elsewhere. Thankfully, Trinity knew quite the home team that could help out in this situation. Before she would take off, she would pull her phone out of the pocket of her blue leather jacket and make one phone call. As a member of the Morlock community, she had a lot of connections to the underground.
It wasn't, of course, although as the sky darkened and the sirens howled out and the foreboding led to fact, Jason wasn't sure this version of life was much better. And... well, shit. And that was the understatement of the century right there, along with the fact that one bonio was never enough. His hand slipped onto his weapon as Jason squinted up into the sky while the radio chatter immediately move to the pre-determined channel for Fucked Up Alien Attack, feeling the comforting coolness of the gun as he reassessed his options.
He'd had a few thoughts on where he wanted to be if the creatures showed up here, of course. Reckoned most people would, as though everyone suddenly found the need of a holiday right now, but it wasn't the location that flashed through his mind but people. Katya. Varina.
Volkov. Although that was never to be mentioned for the damned good fact that she would probably punch him in the face if she thought he had any view that she might need physical assistance. Love hurt, although whoever first wrote that down was probably thinking a little more metaphorically and with fewer knuckle-dusters.
Not that he was in love, of course-
“Holy fuck!!!” Jason swore as he leapt aside, being a reasonable thing to say when a stray blast from a Flying Thingie took out a lamppost right in front of him. Flattening himself against the wall of the building as the debris flew across the street and into an unfortunate car, Jason swore softly again as he pushed forward to help the shocked driver exit the vehicle in a manner that didn't get everyone dead. This was easier said than done, his full strength put into pulling open the mangled door as he pretended not to notice the fact that said Flying Thingie was making a loop and heading back.
“C'mon, c'mon, c'mon-,” he muttered under his breath, bracing his foot against the metal frame and pulling until stars danced mockingly in front of his eyes before finally – finally – it shifted. All but flinging it open, Jason's voice was brisk, fast and extremely insistent as he moved without waiting to hear a response. “Sir, please, exit the vehicle -,”
The man collapsed, Jason sagging under the sudden weight as he caught him.
“-or faint right there, why not,”
Well, this invasion was going poorly already, not that he guessed many invasions went well. Jason had been on his way to a disturbance, one of many that had cropped up as soon as news of the attacks had flooded the media. People were scared, uncertain and in many cases still bearing the various scars of what had happened before, and nervousness led to unrest so damned easily. Jason could understand that easily enough – hell, if people weren't feeling nervous right about now they were either unconscious, drunk or suspicious - but ultimately it was damned hard to calm everyone down enough that they weren't bitten on the ass by a crisis coming from a different direction. Calling for calm was like a hiccup in a storm, and for every person who reacted calmly there was always another who wasn't planning to do any such thing. The driver, in the car, for example. So much for keeping off the damned road.
“Right. This way.” Grunting softly, Jason shoved the man over his shoulder and pushed back, looking up at the thankfully clearer sky before across the road at a cafe. As safe havens went it had a distinct lack of protection, but at least if you were going to go down then there were also cookies available. Someone was already at the door, a worried face of an employee who unbarred the entrance and helped him put the unconscious man on the floor before Jason was already moving back to the exit. The sirens were putting him on edge, his internal ears flattened and hackles high as he squinted out before pushing on.
They'd hoped for time. Hell, they'd hoped that the initial attacks were it, that the forces were already engaged and it was a matter of steering resources to deal with it. And yet the aliens were here, and it was so damned clear within a few seconds that their preparations just weren't enough.
It was also damned clear that seeing images on the television didn't deliver the half of it. Jason found himself staring upwards with the incredulous eyes of someone who wasn't entirely sure whether he was genuinely seeing what he was seeing. His mind's inability to grasp it fully was more than a little embarrassing; they'd had reports, response units immediately taking shape in anticipation, procedures and practise, and even without that history and the media had ensured that there was a strange familiarity with what they were seeing now. Hell, these images had pretty much been burned into the public consciousness and continued in strength long after the fires had been put out, and yet having the damned thing in front of him was much like having a damned dumpster deciding to grow legs and scuttle down the road accompanied by a cheerful melody. Knowledge and incredulity had a tiny but violent fight in the privacy of his mind before Doyle shoved the doubt to the back of his mind and simply allowed himself to react. It didn't matter why it was here, it was here, and holy shit right about now he could really, really do with a bigger gun.
And right now he also needed to get the people off the road before the little sky-buggies turned up.
“Keep going, c'mon, c'mon!” his voice was strong as he moved, steering some of the stragglers from the street as Jason's eyes kept to the skies and the shadows and the chariots to keep watch.
They'd had briefings, of course. The attack on New York had ensured a wealth of new procedures to emerge, desperately trying to bring some sort of order to the new powers and dangers that had developed over time, and every cop knew the drill. Civilians off the streets. Establish a perimeter. Support the response team, whenever that was intending to turn up and even if it did the sheer numbers that were moving purposefully across the city scene like some damned futuristic military cockroaches looked like they were determined to overpower them. Having waved a couple of civilians into a bank and ensured they'd moved deeper into the building, Jason turned back to the rapidly emptying road and took a better hold on his weapon as he stared upwards again.
The sky is falling.
Yeah, well. It better damned well have a permit for that.
The siren vibrated in his ears as he ran up the road, weaving his way past abandoned vehicles and sliding over one hood as he ran up to a small group of uniformed cops holding a vigil on the corner. The scents were almost overpowering now, fear and adrenalin and smoke and dust and blood and jesus christ so many, Jason gritting his jaw and staring back down the road where the Avenger Tower stood proudly as though ignoring the invaders was a valid strategy. Flashing his badge, Jason was silent for a moment as they listened to the low but urgent instructions that came through the radio. Not that they helped, particularly. Stick to the brief, don't die, help people.
“You guys go that way. Mac, you come with-,”
Didn't even need the yell; spinning around, two bullets went wider from the mark but the last found its target, the chariot careering further down the road before colliding with a wall in a sparking, blaze of destruction. Jason winced. Jesus.
“- me.” he finished with a soft sigh, before nodding at Mac and beginning to head down the street. Help people? Well, they'd give it a damned good go.
----- OOC: Crappy post is vague, sorry..! TAG: @drstrange
In the Sanctum Sanctorum, there was calm - though Stephen could step through the front doors of his home, out onto the streets of New York, no sirens sounded within his walls. There was no panic, but there was an awareness - there had been since the initial attacks on the West Coast. The Orb of Agamatto saw all, so he was aware when the attacks began, but simultaneously he was aware that others would be drawn to contain it there. But like any proper game of chess, it only made sense that in a rematch, one's opponent learn from their previous defeats, and adjust their strategy.
So, whether by some sense he had inherited as part of his position as Sorcerer Supreme, or by his own analytical nature that had persevered since his transition away from the business of a surgeon, Stephen knew that - though he might be needed - he would not be needed alongside the Avengers in Seattle, or the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Asgardian in Los Angeles. So, since those attacks began, he meditated - hovering in the center of the Sanctum's main room, eyes closed, drawing on the energies that permeated the Earth at the various locations to which the Sanctum was linked, he had waited - and when the second wave attacked New York, he acted.
Rather than waste the energy he'd accumulated by teleporting, Stephen made his way towards the ornate doors to Greenwich Village, which were taped shut and labeled "Condemned" on their outward appearance. He had one, still not quite right hand on the gold-plated handle, when his attention turned behind him. A man, devoid of any hair save his eyebrows, whom Stephen had come to know and care for deeply as a friend, stood ready - sword sheathed at his side. They knew each other so well, Wong's argument to Stephen's protest came before the Sorcerer could make them. "Doctor, this threat is too great - and endangers too many. I am your assistant in all things, and must insist - in the humblest way, of course - that I lend you my aid now, especially."
Stephen was silent, but the smirk that graced his lips spoke volumes - he opened the doors to the Sanctum and allowed the sound of sirens to disturb the peace that had been a constant ever since he'd first entered the Sanctum's halls. Their exit was followed by much excitement to contrast the calm they had exited - Stephen lifted into the air, and quickly moved into the path of the Chariots, screaming through the sky beneath the skyscrapers of New York - though Greenwich was not home to such tall buildings as the rest of Manhattan. He lifted one hand, gesturing as if to kindly ask the Chitauri to halt their advance - ever wanting to avoid bloodshed, Stephen offered them at least that chance. But alas, they did not accept, and so Stephen's gesture shifted - his outstretched hand turned so his palm faced the sky, his other hand moving back channeling energy through his form, out one hand and towards the other, which focused that energy into a strike - a strange stream of bolts, like a mixture of purple and orange lightning, shot out from his outstretched hand, striking at each Chariot as it zoomed within the magic's reach.
Below, Wong was quick to strike - focusing on any groups that threatened civilians, he leapt into action, a whirling dance of death. A flurry of swordsmanship and martial arts allowed him to hold his own against more than one Chitauri at once, thankfully without any of the larger Chitlians in sight. On the ground lay a small rag doll, which Wong simply scooped up in his free hand after dealing with a group of Chitauri. Nearby, huddled in an abandoned storefront, a mother and child hid; with a relatively clear path, Wong tucked the doll under one of the ties that held his shirt closed, then moved forward. Fluently, and efficiently, he fought his way through any Chitauri in his path, dispatching them by sword or by fist, until he was inside with the civilians. The Sorcerer's assistant crouched down, pulling the doll from its place and handing it back to the child with a smile.
With the chariots - or at least, this group of them - eliminated, Stephen closed his eyes once more, levitating at a greater altitude as to avoid fire from the Chitauri below. He knew not where to strike first, until an echoing roar caught his attention. As fast as the Cloak would carry him, Stephen flew towards the sound, before coming into the path of one of the Chitauri's great Leviathans. Stephen - for at least a moment - was awestruck by the beast, and by seeing it in person. A creature so large, moving through the air as if it were water - truly a sight to behold. But that sight was threatening his planet, so he had no time to admire it. He thought quickly - the Crimson Bands would stop the beast but send it crashing to the streets below, where civilians perhaps lingered. He would teleport the beast with a Pentagram of Farallah, but he lacked enough allies. He had only one option - to redirect it. Arms stretched out to their full span, palms turned towards the beast before they thrust towards it, and moved as if to lift it. He focused intently on the effort, having never moved anything quite so large before - though, he had to remain prepared to remove himself from the Leviathan's path if he found he could not adjust its course.
Rogue was trying to have a pleasant morning with her new friend, but the TV inside the cafe was more than a little distracting. She and Clint hadn’t been together for roughly eight months, and rough as that break-up had been, she still cared about his well being. Watching him do battle with the same forces that had swarmed Manhattan years ago was difficult. Her fingers itched to dial the Professor’s number. Kurt could get her to Seattle in the blink of an eye, and she could offer her aid to Clint and Steve and all the others.
Trinity’s voice dragged the Southern Belle’s attention back to the brunch at hand and Rogue forced a smile onto her face. Her eyes remained filled with concern, but that would doubtfully ever go away so long as people she knew and cared about were in danger. “You an’ me, both,” she chuckled, the sound hollow as she reached forward to snag a drink of her milk. “Ah wish ya would’ve knocked ‘im over. Guy was a waste’a space. Ah’m glad security at least took care’f ‘im before Ah fin’ly snapped an’ laid inta ‘im mahself.” This time when she chuckled, there was at least some warmth to it.
Snagging her glass of milk again, Rogue met Trinity halfway across the table for a quick cheers. “Ah cert’nly hope so.”
The eruption of sound all around them caused Rogue to simultaneously jump and cringe, but she managed to keep from dropping her glass of milk somehow. Well, so much for a quiet (albeit stressful) brunch. She didn’t need to look inside to the television to know what those sirens meant. Sighing, she finished off her drink and pulled the cellphone out of her jeans pocket in order to shoot a quick group text to each and every member of the X-Men she had in her phone. The attack had reached their coast - they were going to need every able-bodied mutant they could spare.
“Ah just bought these shoes…” Rogue murmured, nodding her sympathies to the dragon across from her. A thought hit her as she stood with Trinity, and before the dragon could take to the skies, Rogue grabbed her by the hand. She didn’t say anything as she did so, simply using the look in her eyes as a means of communication. After their discussion, Trinity knew everything about Rogue’s ability - she would understand the implication in the Southern mutant’s words.
“No, Ah ain’t sure… but yer all Ah’ve got right now.”
Hearing that the transformation from woman to dragon had hurt made Rogue more than a little wary, but the sight of an airborne squadron turning onto their street was enough to steel her nerves. “Here goes nothin’...” she sighed, reaching deep down inside of herself to where that spark of power lived nowadays. It didn’t take much urging to bring it out to the surface and soon enough, her hand clamped tightly around Trinity’s.
This power was unlike any she’d ever absorbed before. Trinity was the first with a physical mutation she’d ever absorbed and she still wasn’t certain she was ready for this. But it was between this or giving up the fight - and she never gave up the fight. After nearly half a minute of absorption, Rogue finally tore herself away, crumpling to the ground and panting as her mutation forced Trinity’s to take control. With a wave of her slightly scaled hand, she urged Trinity to go. There was no pain from her back, so wings were clearly not going to be a thing (and for that, she was grateful). “Go on - Ah’ll keep ‘em busy down here. But keep close - Ah may need a refresher in awhile,” she panted, finally turning to grin through the pain at her new friend.
Her usually white streak of hair had turned bright blue with the transformation, and tiny azure scales littered her arms and face in no particular pattern. She could feel a tight burning sensation in her chest, but she fought past the pain and pushed herself back up to her feet. Long clawlike nails had sprouted from her fingertips, which she used to tear through the first alien that approached. They were sharper than she’d imagined, and did the trick nicely.
“Hey!” she called out to a man staring incredulously at the sky in front of the cafe. “Get yerself inside, too, if ya don’ wanna be Chitauri lunch!” This, thankfully, wasn’t Rogue’s first rodeo with the aliens. At least she had a bit of dragon help this time - and if she managed to get her hands on a gun, she sure as shit didn’t intend to miss its head and screw herself over. One of the perks of being mentored in shooting by Clint Barton - she knew how to hit a target.
The man surprised her, however. Not only did he abstain from heading inside, he pulled out a gun. Well, that was convenient. Cop, perhaps? She didn’t have time to think it through much further than that, however, as a man with some damn fine sword skills appeared (where the hell had he been hiding??), easily dispatching a small group of Chitauri single-handedly. Up above, lightning crackled, and Rogue caught sight of another man (mutant?) hurling the orange and violet bolts at the chariots racing through the air.
Rogue leapt back into action then, letting out an animalistic roar she was certain she had not been capable of before absorbing some of Trin’s abilities. The Chitauri weren’t surprised by her attack, having spun at the sound of her roar, but it didn’t seem to matter. Her new claws tore through them like butter. One of them - bigger than the rest - seemed to fend off her attacks, so she hopped back and, without thinking, inhaled deep before shooting a gout of blue flame straight into the beast’s face. Charred and crispy, the alien fell to the ground with its brethren, and Rogue turned to scan the skies for Trinity. Instead of the dragon lady, however, she spied the lightning wielder attempting to face off against a Leviathan solo.
Well, that wasn’t smart.
“Hey Trin!” she bellowed, hoping the other woman was nearby. A flash of blue was all she needed to confirm and she pointed one claw up at the monstrosity. “Help a sistah help a strangah out!” she grinned, scaling up lamp post near to where the man was hovering in order to get closer to the Leviathan’s level so that her flame could actually do some damage by the time it reached their location.
When united we come to the land of the sun With the heart of a dragon we ride
Trinity wasn't sure what to expect as Rogue's ability took over. She felt a bit like her power was draining into Rogue through the touch of their hands though her Dragon energy could handle what Rogue pulled from her before letting go. As Rogue bent over, Trinity moved to steady her. She knew first hand how painful it could be, though Rogue was taking a crash course. She was waved off though, Rogue's gestures telling her that she was alright and to go fight. Trin gave a low whistle of admiration as Rogue tilted her face up. Her scales weren't as predominate as Trinity's were, but the blue hair was a nice touch.
Before Trin jumped into the fight, she hit a button on her phone and stuck it to her ear, pressing it between her head and shoulder to keep it in place as she hiccuped blue fire into her hands and formed the fire into dense ball. She then threw the ball upwards at a passing Chitauri ship causing it to explode and go careening down the street. "Code Orange." That was all she said into the phone before she slid it back into her pocket. Her large wings outstretched, making sure she had the room to get the thrust needed to launch herself into the sky.
The movement of her wings knocked over tables and chairs alike. Flying was her favorite part of her ability and she could out maneuver the Chitauri craft, they couldn't stop mid air and go backwards after all. She hiccuped into her hand again and launched another fireball at a passing ship, landing on the one behind it and practically tearing the Chitauri apart. A Chitlian hit her from behind, but Trinity's tail came up and nearly cut his hand off with it's razor sharp scales at the tip. She turned on him and used her claws to rip him to pieces, armor flying every which way.
At Rogue's yell, she looked up to where Rogue was pointing and her lips curled into a shark like grin that exposed all of her razor sharp teeth. Flying down, Trin reached out and caught Rogue's outstretched hand. "Hang on Baby Dragon." She told Rogue teasingly as he used her wings to propel them up towards the Strange man attempting to move a Leviathan. "Did someone order a Dragon Inferno?" She asked of him, hiccuping onto her free hand so she could toss another fireball at a passing Chitauri. She pointed at herself and then at Rogue. "Draconia, Rogue."
On the streets below, mutants seemed to be coming out of the woodwork...er...sewers, literally. But these weren't just any Mutants, these were Morlocks. These were the mutants society just couldn't handle, they'd been pushed to the fringes and then swept under the rug while the normals buried their heads in the sand and forgot they existed. The Morlocks had their own society, if a bit barbarian in nature.
They weren't protecting the city for those who lived in it, they were helping to protect the Earth, it was their home too.
Tag: @jason (don't forget to dodge the burning debris! Wouldn't want you to get squished! And try not to shoot the monsters on our side OK?)
He'd stopped trying to make sense of things a while back. Flashes indicated another creature in the sky, bits of chariots raining downwards as ammunition found its target – source of said ammunition another aspect he wasn't planning to think too hard over – as Jason ducked out of the way of debris. A shout drew his attention to the side, Jason turning to witness a woman with glittering scales gracing her features surveying him briefly before her nails ripped through one of the Chitauri like the world's most violent manicure.
“Thanks.. uh.. Dragon Lady ..person,” Followed by another Dragon Lady Person, but this one had wings, and given what was just about to come down the damned street Jason thought that could only be a good thing. Dragons were on their side, and right now he would be perfectly fine if all the rats and the weird things that lurked under the bottom of the bed turned up as long as they were on their side.
Which, apparently, would prove to be a convenient viewpoint to have. He'd kept his back to the wall as the battle continued to heat up, finding a good position to wedge himself as detritus plummeted towards in screaming balls of metal firey death but equally having a damned good position to keep watch. The dragon women were attracting a lot of attention but this was fine – if un-chivalrous, on review - as his own line of sight was enhanced. Jason found himself grinning as one alien was taken down by a shot to the back of the neck, said chitauri having focused entirely on the woman it was targeting, and then immediately fired at another who was attempting to scale the opposite wall toward a window. Movement out of the corner of his eye drew his weapon but his nose all but screamed at him to stop.
Human. They were human. Sure, they might look like .. and he wasn't even sure what they looked like .. but his nose was damned certain what they weren't. Allowing his breath to escape through gritted teeth, Jason pushed himself from the wall and headed toward one of the groups, having to dodge to one side as a destroyed chariot suddenly came crashing down out of a sky that was already confused. Squinting upwards again as the sun blinked out briefly in the shadow of the large, flying Leviathan, he was met with the sight of what appeared to be dragon fire – dragon fire – as the sky bound fighters focused their efforts.
“Hey!” he ran to one of the nearest ones who appeared to be taking a little more of a leadership role, the background feed of the police channel still in his ear. Jason waved a hand toward one of the streets behind them, leading to the left. “Got a lot of civilians caught in that direction, can't get out. We need to stop or redirect any -,” Creepy Assed Bastard, he was going to say, but that probably wouldn't be tactful under the circumstances. “chitauri back down that way. Ideally redirecting in a dead kinda way, but I'm flexible-fuck!”
Fireball. Of course it would be. Jason picked himself from off the floor, coughing, before looking up at a chariot that was definitely heading in the wrong direction. Firing off a couple of rounds, Jason was aware of a hard glare aimed back in his direction before the chariot began to circle. His fingers tightened, eyes narrowing as Jason waited for a better shot as the chariot bore down on him – wait for it, wait for it – when a figure launched itself from a building and smashed into the pilot. Jason's bullet found the second rider as the alien swept its weapon up to retaliate against the mutant that had struck them before he had to leap to the side – again, bit of an exercise – as the chariot struck the floor heavily and accompanied by a spray of sparks before it slowly stopped, hissing and clicking menacingly. Panting, Jason pushed himself up and immediately ran toward the mutant in concern. Be okay, be okay, be okay-
“You hurt?”
A look. A shake of the head. Jason shoved his hand under the man's arm and help pull him to his feet before they both had to dodge again as another couple of fireballs smashed into the road nearby. He glanced back at the mutant again and gave him a slightly lopsided grin that was part fuelled by nervous hysteria. This was insane. And yet they were here.
“Guess we'd better give the others a .. hand?” Jason frowned as the mutant headed toward the still clicking chariot determinedly, a hand grabbing hold of Jason's arm and giving him a silent but insistent tug toward it. “Wait. You can fly this thing?”
Another look. A little nod, impatiently this time as he started to switch things on, the chariot slowly rising into the air with a faint hum. A further look, this one quite clearly stating that Jason really needed to get his ass in gear, although Jason wasn't sure his ass was entirely happy with the concept of flying pillion to …
Oh, fuck it. If you were going to meet your end today you might as well go out in the craziest way possible. Leaping onto the chariot and immediately grabbing hold of something, Jason found the best place to wedge his legs to allow himself a stable base to aim from. And yeah, he was going to need all the wedging he could really get as the chariot roared into the air, a soft chuckle of amusement from his new friendly pilot.
Well. At least he got crazy covered.
-- TAG: @drstrange OOC: hope that works, things just went a little random ..!
The Leviathan was proving to be more challenging than Stephen had anticipated, lurching only so slightly in response to his efforts. For a moment, Stephen's attention turned back to the Sanctum - within lay the Wand of Watoomb, which would amplify his power and allow him to deal with this threat, but at the cost of enthralling him to its creator. Perhaps such a trade-off would be worth protecting the Earth from this invasion - Stephen had only recently become Sorcerer Supreme, but he knew what that title meant, and the sacrifices that came with it.
But it seemed fate had other plans, as he was soon joined by a pair of draconian women - one of whom he knew from his observations through the Orb of Agamatto. He was not the sort to pry into others' private lives, but he knew of Rogue, member of the X-Men; he could only assume by her companion's appearance, and Rogue's ability to mimic it, that this Draconia was also a mutant. She mentioned a Dragon Inferno, which sounded like exactly what Stephen needed to deal with this monster. He nodded at the woman, turning his attention back to the Leviathan and adjusting his stance in the air. His hands moved as if opening the jaws of the Leviathan - and with all his focus, this task proved much easier than moving the entire monster. Once its maws were opened wide enough, Stephen turned his attention back to the two women, jerking his head for them to strike.
Below, Wong was continuing to fight against the Chitauri ground forces - focusing particularly on any that were threatening any of the civilians. When the Morlocks started to emerge from the sewers, Wong began working with them, putting their various powers to good use in the fight. Once the Leviathan was dealt with, Stephen would spread his arms wide once more, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Sinnibus, grant this humble Sorcerer the strength of your Seven Suns, destroy what remains, let this beast be done!"
Fire sprung from his own hand now, shooting out in several, but no less powerful blasts of immense heat. Whatever remained of the Leviathan, Stephen would eliminate - or at least break apart - before it fell to the ground, to better protect the sudden army of mutants below. Once that was dealt with, he would turn to the pair of women that had been kind enough to assist him, bowing in greeting, as he had become so accustomed to doing. "I am Doctor Stephen Strange - Sorcerer Supreme of Earth. You have my thanks for the assistance you provided, but our work is far from over. I presume there are yet more Leviathans roaming the city, and I cannot be sure how many Chitauri roam the streets."
The streets were a warzone with varied armies - Chitauri fought the combined forces of Mutants and the New York Police Department, and within the fighting Stephen was sure that he saw the familiar uniforms of S.H.I.E.L.D. What he did not see in the chaos, however, was the familiar green and gold-trimmed attire of his most loyal assistant; this, more than all of the Chitauri flooding the city, gave Stephen pause. But he had faith in his friend, and knew that his attention had to be elsewhere - on the matter at hand, before anything else. "I do not believe any more assistance is needed on the ground. Shall we continue to control the air?"
Rogue doubted she’d ever fully get acquainted with the rush of well, everything that came with her ability. Trinity’s power slammed into her, burning white hot like the sun. Her memories and psyche flitted through Rogue’s mind, but the Southerner managed to skirt past them without any issues. Working with Sigyn had really helped with this aspect of her gift. Being able to focus simply on the abilities, rather than the personal memories and opinions was immensely convenient. Rogue would likely always loathe Asgardians as a whole, but Lady Sigyn had been nothing short of wonderful. Lady Eir had not been terrible either, and her healing skills had been sublime… but she’d cowed to the Asgardian royals like a simpering pup.
It didn’t take very long to acclimate to the new sensations filling her body as Trinity’s mutation took over, and she growled with reptilian delight at the power boiling through her veins. She didn’t seem to notice or care about the tables being buffeted around her by Trinity’s liftoff, instead focusing her attention on the aliens advancing. “You can call me Rogue,” she grinned to the man, tossing her head so that the streak of blue hair flew out of her eyes. “Hope you’re a good shot with that thing.”
She didn’t wait to find out. There were still aliens sweeping in from everywhere she looked. But then… Wait… That wasn’t an alien… Rogue paused a moment in order to watch in awe as mutants swarmed the streets. And there was no doubting any of them were mutants - every last one of them had some kind of physical mutation. She’d heard of these people before… What had the Professor called them?... Mor..luck… Morlick?...
Morlock!
By the time she made it up onto the lamp post, she could feel Trinity’s powers beginning to wear off. She’d figured out how to hold on to abilities somewhat longer than normal, by focusing in on the source… but doing so in the middle of a war zone could prove fatal if she didn’t keep tabs on her surroundings. Instead, summoning the other mutant to steal a bit more would be considerably easier. Her call worked and in moments, the dragonian was above her with an outstretched hand.
Rogue’s eyes popped open wide as she felt her toes leave the safety of the lamp post, but she didn’t fight it. Trinity’s power returned to her with no issues and soon enough, she had enough to keep herself going for a while longer. Shutting off the mental valve that she’d concocted as a means to turn her power off and on, she wrapped an arm around her new friend’s midsection before pulling her other one free. “Double the fun!” she piped up, following Trinity’s lead and summoning a blue fireball out of her mouth and into her only free hand. “Pleasure.” Nodding politely to affirm Trinity’s introduction, she offered the levitating man a small smile.
As soon as she was given the go ahead, Rogue summoned another hiccup, adding more fuel to the fire - literally - before hurling the large orb straight into the creature’s gaping maw. She grunted from the effort of the throw, and smiled as she watched it sail straight into the mouth. Her smile didn’t last long, however, as she quickly realized her strength was more than she was used to. Rather than pulling her throw, her body lurched with the momentum and she lost her hold around Trinity’s midsection.
Memories of the past summer whizzed through her head as she began to tumble down from the height they’d been soaring at and she grimaced inwardly. Not this shit again… Amalroos wasn’t there to catch her this time, but someone else was. A young man with a bright yellow mohawk dove from the sky, snagging Rogue out of the air before she smacked into the ground. Flushing from embarrassment, Rogue smiled and opened her mouth to thank him for his save.
The words never made it to her lips.
Pain and fear jolted through Rogue’s body as a cacophonous sound like a mountain crashing into the pavement echoed out all around them. The young Morlock who’d just caught her managed to save Rogue again, this time by putting himself between her and the Kia Forte knocked into motion by the dead (or at least dying) Leviathan. Unsure what else to do, Rogue clung to the young man as they were both flung from their feet, arms and legs tangling together. The pair landed in a mess of limbs, pinned beneath the weight of the small hatchback.
“Owww…” Rogue breathed, grunting as she tried to determine just how much wriggle room she had. Not much, it seemed. Sucking in a deep breath, she coughed as dust and a bit of something moist dripped into her mouth. She sputtered as the metallic tang hit her tongue - blood... Ugh! Whether it was hers or her Morlock savior’s, she wasn’t certain, but it didn’t matter for the time being.
He came to with a quiet groan and she tried to express just how pertinent it was that they attempt to get out from under the car. “C’mon… Fight… We gotta get you outta here…” Her muscles strained as she tried to push at the compact vehicle pinning them to the ground, but it barely budged. Tears streamed down Rogue’s face as she squirmed and writhed, trying to help keep the Morlock’s attention as he began to fade back out of consciousness.
Now she knew how Amalroos must have felt when she’d dived after him off the Helicarrier. She hadn’t asked to be saved by this guy - he’d only been trying to help, and in doing so been hurt. Pain filled her from head to toe, but only a fraction of it was from the impact. Thanks to his sacrifice and Trinity’s strength boiling through her veins, she’d only suffered marginal damage.
Guilt was a different beast entirely, however, and it flooded her system as the Morlock finally slumped against her. Another drop of blood dripped onto her face, missing her mouth by a fraction of an inch, and as she turned her head to see where it had come from, she realized all too clearly that he wouldn’t be getting back up anytime soon. “Help!” she finally managed, her voice straining against the sobs. “Somebody help us!”
When united we come to the land of the sun With the heart of a dragon we ride
Trinity was thankful when Rogue climbed up to get a better hold around her midsecton, freeing her hands so she could use them to better control her fire. Bringing her hands up, she cupped them around her mouth but instead of a hiccup, this time she simply breathed fire into the space between her hands, forming one of the biggest fireballs she possibly could. Her blue fire looked more liquid in nature condensed in such a way, rolling and bubbling as if it were alive. She waited for the nod from their new friend before hurling the ball of hissing fire into the open maw of the Leviathan as if she was were trying to Hadoken the creature to death.
So focused was she on remaining in control so her fireball found it's mark that she didn't notice when Rogue was no longer holding onto her. Dragon scales weren't always the greatest when it came to touch sensitivity. The ball of fire shot straight down the Leviathan's gullet, pushed onward by Trinity's ability to manipulate the flames, burning it from the inside out.
"Nice to meet you, Doc. Glad you're on our side." She said, a bit in awe as she'd just watched him destroy the remains of a leviathan with what ever magical ability he had...he did say Sorcerer after all. Could this day get any weirder? When she didn't hear Rogue's voice answering the man she glanced down to see what she was up to, her blue eyes widening in fright when she realized rogue was no longer there. "This is why I tell people I work alone." She swore. "Air support, got it!" She called back to Stephen before shooting down towards the ground in search of her new friend. It would suck to be the cause of her death on the same day they'd met.
"ROGUE!" She called, dodging around the debris disturbed by the falling Leviathan and ripping apart any Chitauri who got in her way. By the way...Chitauri blood..absolutely disgusting, like drinking tar. Her enhanced hearing caught Rogue's voice under all the noise and she turned back in a wide sweep. When she found her friend, she came up short, spreading her wings wide. The displaced momentum tossed back the handful of Chitauri who were enclosing on her friend, tossing them into buildings like rag dolls.
Landing next to the car, Trinity braced herself and reached down to grip the frame of the car and lift it up. She put all of her strength into the movement and as the car wasn't that large she ended up tossing it end over end until it slammed into a few Chitauri managing to pull themselves out of the building she'd thrown them into. "Rogue! Are you alright?" She asked, though she came up short when she realized Rogue was not alone. She pulled the now lifeless body of her fellow Morlock off of Rogue, cradling him in her arms for a moment. "Ray...oh Ray I'm so sorry." She said softly, leaning forward to press her forehead to his. White hot tears stung her eyes and where they dripped down onto the Morlock's face, they hissed as they burned his skin.
There wasn't time to truly mourn however, so Trin just settled for pulling him free and setting him next to the building for safe keeping. "I'll come back for you." She told him, turning back to Rogue to make sure she was really alright, though her blue eyes had turned red in her anger. "I'm gonna run air support, see if I can't help our new friend keep them off the streets, why don't you help the nice police officer get people to safety...and don't you ever scare me like that again!" She admonished Rogue. She knew with her power in her system that Rogue would heal quickly, glad that Ray had been there to catch her when Trinity couldn't.
Once she was sure Rogue was alright, Trinity launched herself into the air once more to rejoin the Sorcerer Supreme, launching fireballs as fast as she could make them. Another Leviathan came around a corner, nearly knocking a whole building over in the process. Trinity flew straight at it, though she avoided it's mouth when it tried to snap at her and instead landed on it's back where she went to work prying free it's armor with her dragon strength and fireballing any Chitauri who tried to stop her.
Well, this wasn't exactly how he saw today ending up. That probably was a good thing – if someone's day involved an invasion, plus aliens, blood, destruction and so forth then they were either a psychopath or having a really bad day. Jason steadied himself a little further in the rear and squinted upward. Flying, as it turned out, was actually not as bad as he'd imagined although Doyle suspected that was less what he was doing and more the fact that the situation provided significantly worse things to worry about. For all the unusualness the chariot was not actively trying to kill him, although Jason reckoned he could have done with some sort of helmet to protect his eyes and face from the sheer speed of zooming around the skies. His legs were braced within the structure and as his mutant pal was finding his own feet, Jason found himself slowly steadying his weapon, actively looking for a shot and pushing aside the fact that this was so far from procedure that it probably needed a map to return.
Quickly, he made an assessment. The Leviathan was down, felled by a combined blast between fire blast and the dragon ladies, although any cheer he was able to push out of his throat was hampered by the sudden rush of air as the beast plummeted to the streets below. Grabbing onto the side as the chariot took a corner and having to shield his face as his pilot attempted to avoid the worst of the debris, Jason was horrified to hear the screams from below.
“Go down!” he gestured to his currently unnamed friend – for whom Jason was planning to call Larry, if nothing more than for logistics sake – but there was a solid shake of the head and the chariot careered sharply to the left. Swearing, which seemed an appropriate thing to do under the circumstance, Jason looked up just in time to see another incoming chariot through the dust and smoke heading directly at them. The swearing got a little more colourful, fingers clinging to the metallic brim of the vehicle in a vague prayer to extra leverage before the floor righted itself, but Jason's arm was already moving before that point; a shot fired across at the chariot so damned close and he felt the guilty satisfaction of a well aimed bullet as the pilot keeled from its position to cause more of a mess on the ground. Panting softly, Jason squinted up again through the remains of the smoke and debris before along the street again. Nothing immediately to shoot at, the mutants and the Fabulous Flying Fire Squad having either occupied the remaining foes or were in the process of dismantling them, and yet he knew this was going to be a mere lull in the proceedings.
Still, with the air clearing, at least he could see what had caused the scream. Larry was already swinging around low – and now there was some damned song in his head as well, which Jason put down to nervous tension – before bringing the chariot in to a hovering halt as he placed his weight on the rim and vaulted himself out. Glancing up at the other lady who had already vanished into the sky, and then across silently where the body of another mutant lay as Larry behind him began a strange, mournful almost singsong noise of grief, Jason's grey-blue eyes fell on the .. dragon .. again sympathetically and yet the whole damned situation meant that he couldn't even approach it the right way.
“Hey. D'you need medical assistance or are you..,” he wasn't sure but it looked strangely like she was getting better, but that was probably just .. yeah. “.. okay?”
The word was doubtful, but Jason was up for checking just in case. She smelt of lizard and girl and mutant and blood and dirt and fire and a whole load of things and his nose was currently so damned confused it was giving up for the day. Catching another movement from where a Chitauri was emerging from a broken window of a nearby building and firing again, he looked back at her.
“D'you need to use the chariot? I think we gotta evacuate a group of people in that building there before the whole damned front comes off but I can do that on the ground if you can cover us from the air, and your ammunition is .. uh.. kinda more elaborate than mine,” Jason offered a half grin, fuelled by nerves and grim humour. “There's a better base for them a street away, a bank. Walls are thicker.”
OOC: Sorry for the delay, was out watching Deadpool last night and now I'm out again tonight.. hope this is okay! TAG: @drstrange
Stephen's stomach was beginning to turn somewhat - he'd already expended much of his energy destroying the Leviathan, even with assistance from Rogue and Draconia. He remembered a time during his training with the Ancient One - outside in the frost-capped mountains of the Himalayas. He still didn't understand magic or how it worked back then, and as far as he knew, magic was a sort of limitless supply of problem-solving energy. The Ancient One knew better, but for the sake of the lesson had not informed his student of such - and after a few days of casting spells non-stop, Stephen found himself nauseous, and for the three days following, he couldn't manage to keep any sort of food down.
This feeling was nowhere near the pain he'd felt that day - and his ability with magic had grown exponentially, especially since coming into the title of Sorcerer Supreme. On top of all of his preparation before joining the fray, Stephen imagined he could continue fighting and casting spells at this pace for a weak, save any sort of unexpected injury, which - if he were being honest with himself - might be inevitable in this much chaos.
As chunks of the Leviathan fell and screams sounded out, Stephen carried himself through the air, under the debris that he'd created, waving his hands to telekinetically toss as much of it as he could away from the main battle, to avoid hurting anyone other than the Chitauri themselves. It pained him not to be down there fighting with them - the "Morlocks," a word that many of them were thinking so loudly and so in tandem it was impossible for him not to hear - but they were all clearly capable, and his power was better placed assisting in the destruction of the larger threats.
To that end, once the debris that he'd created was clear, he made a point to search the skies for the familiar wings of his draconian ally. He didn't see her at first, but when another Leviathan rounded the corner, Stephen was willing to wager that she'd be found in the vicinity. As quickly as the cloak could carry him, he flew towards the monstrosity, using his mystical energies to destroy several Chariots along the way. He floated somewhat above the Leviathan for a moment, observing the scene below - Draconia was attempting to strip the beast of its armor, but Chitauri were being ever distracting. Stephen squinted at the scene, then smirked as a somewhat unique idea entered his mind. He swirled his hand in the air next to him, as green mist began to swirl around with his fingers, growing and soon... Taking shape.
Below, where Draconia was, before Stephen himself arrived something else did - as if out of nowhere, the Hulk would drop out the sky, slamming onto the Leviathan between Draconia and the Chitauri and letting out an anger-filled roar before charging, causing the Chitauri to scatter. Those who did not scatter, the Hulk leapt over and lead away, some of them seeming to deem the Hulk a larger threat. Stephen himself followed shortly after, thrusting his open palm towards the Chitauri that remained so that a band of red energy formed around them, closing suddenly and binding several groups together.
With them bound, Stephen simply lifted the Chitauri with his mind, throwing htem over the edge to whatever fate awaited them below. His feet touched down with barely a sound next to Draconia, though he made it a point not to be so stealthy with his entrance that he might startle her. "Our verdant friend will keep the Chitauri busy, so long as I can split my attention between us and forming him."
The smirk remained on his face, having never created a projection of something other than himself. "An illusion, courtesy of Ikonn - and the bands were a gift from Cyttorak. Not to sound theatrical, really, but these beings do not lend me their power without at least some acknowledgement. Now, you can focus on dealing with the Leviathan - I will keep the Chitauri at bay."
He brought his hands together, and closed his eyes as he focused on Draconia. Breathe deep - in through the nose, out through the mouth, the more he focused the stronger the shield would be. His hands turned out, palms facing Draconia and his index fingers and thumbs forming a triangle. "Seraphim, protect mine ally, as she destroys this beast, which would blot out the sky."
Once the incantation was uttered, a sort of "bubble" formed around Draconia - swirling with blue, purple, and black energies. Any Chitauri that fired on her would find the shield mostly impenetrable. Stephen levitated, positioning himself over the shield so that he could act as an extra layer of protection against whatever Chitauri approached. His attention, though, was split - he allowed his illusion of Bruce Banner's alternate form to act randomly, but it took considerable effort to keep it looking real. It would, however, only be a matter of time before the Chitauri realized the ruse - Stephen could only hope Draconia would be done before that happened.
Rogue heard the familiar sound of her name being called and grunted beneath the combined weight of the vehicle and her late savior. Unleashing a guttural noise from the back of her throat, she managed to shift ever so slightly so that one of her arms was halfway unpinned. “Here!” she called out, choking on the dust still littering the air. Hacking most of it free, she squirmed, trying to get her arm the rest of the way out from under the dead Morlock. As soon as her lungs were clear, she let out another call so that the dragonian could find her more easily.
“We’re down he - SHIT!!”
The tip of a Chitauri spear came way too close for comfort, grazing her cheek, but ultimately impaling the ground beside her as she whipped her head away. A slough of other profanities, some of which may have caused the beautifully foul-mouthed Alison Blaire to blush, followed, but no other attacks hit their mark upon the Southern’s flesh. Only a few more pokes and prods made it beneath the car before everything above seemed to go still in a sudden manner.
The moment Rogue’s shoulders were free, she slid out from underneath the dead Morlock, easing him onto his back while Trinity threw the car at some nearby Chitauri. Dark eyes widened in shock at the sheer strength of the woman, and she was fairly certain she took the Lord’s son’s name in vain, but it didn’t quite register. There were too many other things to focus on right now - for instance, the dead Morlock lying beside her. Rogue’s cheeks were still tear-stained as she pulled the young man towards her, cradling his head in her lap. “He saved me… Twice…” she murmured, watching as Trinity grieved for her friend.
Ray… Ray had been his name…
Rogue made certain to etch that into her memory permanently, along with the image of his face. When Trinity went to move him, Rogue didn’t fight it, opting to remain seated for a few more moments as reality began to set in. That young man was dead. Grief slowly morphed into anger, which evolved into rage. Reaching a hand out as Trinity returned to check on her, she let her power flow. One second… two… three… She snuffed out the absorption somewhere around ten seconds before giving the dragonian’s hand a quick squeeze of reassurance. “Yes’m,” she mumbled, turning towards the man in question.
“Ah’ll be fine. Ah promise.” She tried to offer the man a tiny smile, but she didn’t need to look into a mirror to know it never reached her eyes. “This ain’t nothin’ compared’ta fallin’ thirty thousand feet without a parachute ‘r teleportin’ta Asgard.” This time, her lips lifted in the brief glimpse of a grin before she heaved out a quiet sigh.
Glancing towards the chariot, Rogue hesitated. She had never particularly cared for heights, even after (or was it especially after?) that fall with the Princes Amalroos and Baldr. He had a point, though - the fireballs she could hiccup thanks to Trinity’s ability was considerably more useful in the air than his measly gun. With an affirmative nod, Rogue held out a slightly scaled hand towards the man and offered a tight smile. “Well… Off t’ Neverland,” she sighed, unashamed at referencing the character emblazoned upon her now dirty shirt. “Mah name’s Rogue, by the way.” Once the brief, but firm handshake was done, she stepped onto the chariot and summoned a small ball of flame from her lungs into her hands. With a nod to the Morlock controlling the alien attached to the front of the chariot, Rogue grabbed one of the sheared chains and hopped on. “Stay safe!”
They were off the ground a lot quicker than she’d anticipated, and Rogue could swear her heart sunk into her stomach shortly before rocketing up into her throat. Swallowing down the fear, she focused on the bright blue ball of flame writing in her hand. That seemed to steady her and as soon as they got close enough, she lobbed it at a chariot. The other alien craft didn’t stand a chance as the flame connected squarely with the side, its heat burning straight through the cybernetic and organic materials alike.
After successfully taking down another chariot, something large and green caught Rogue’s attention and she tapped the Morlock’s shoulder with her hand in between flame bursts. His eyes widened in fear, but Rogue wasn’t fooled. Doctor Banner had been summoned to the West Coast, along with the other Avengers. Perks of having one Avenger as an ex, another as a friend, and being loosely affiliated with SHIELD: she got all kinds of memos straight to her phone and, well, the Avengers being summoned to the West Coast hadn’t exactly been a secret on the SHIELD APB.
“That ain’t the real Hulk. Keep away from it all the same,” she warned. He didn’t seem to require any more convincing and quickly angled their vessel down a different thoroughfare so that she could resume raining fiery death and destruction on the alien invaders.
When united we come to the land of the sun With the heart of a dragon we ride
Trinity knew she had to look quite the sight, fighting aliens while wearing an outfit clearly made for a late night concert. Nothing like kicking alien ass in a galaxy skirt and pumps. Thankfully, she'd learned a long time ago that all of her footwear needed to be reinforced in order to carry her dense weight as well as handle the impact of her landings without breaking. Her blue hair was like a beacon, matching the fireballs she tossed like candy from a parade. She took a couple of Chitarui blasts, but the only thing they managed to do was piss her off and burn off some of skin to reveal the dragon scales beneath, each scale perfectly chinked together with the next so that even knives and arrows would have a hard time penetrating. Armor piercing rounds had a chance though, which was why she tried to avoid the no fly zones.
If she could pull free enough of it's armor, perhaps the military tanks and jets could manage to take it down. She certainly didn't have anything big enough to do it on her own, try as she might. The chitauri were quickly learning that taking Draconia by surprise didn't do them much good, if they came at her from behind that had to deal with her tail and her wings and from the front her teeth and claws.
Even Draconia came up short as the Hulk suddenly dropped into her midst. She'd never met the verdant powerhouse herself and she wasn't sure she ever wanted to meet this side of him. His rage seemed focused on the Chitauri however and as he chased them off, Trinity just grinned and focused on stripping the armor from the Leviathan beneath her. Her wings and tail actually helped to steady her as the Leviathan shifted and turned, but body already finely tuned for air travel.
As Stephen joined her, she turned her lizard eyes on him, their blue depths had long turned to a brilliant red as if glowing from the inside. She tossed the piece of armor she had just ripped off onto a Chitlian and his group of Chitauri advancing up the street below. She arched a scaled brow, half the skin of her face had been blasted off and the true dragon beneath grinned out with it's rows of wicked sharp teeth. "Remind me not to piss you off." She said in awe as Stephen claimed the illusion of the Hulk was his doing.
She didn't really understand what he was talking about when he started mentioning being she'd never heard of before and she made a mental note that if they ever saw each other again they would have a deep conversation about it. Right now it meant little to her but a distraction. She tilted her head as he brought his hands out towards, wondering if she'd managed to piss him off already, would have been a new record for her she mused. But then a bubble formed around her and she started laughing. "Thank you, but I'm a lot harder to kill then that!" She grinned, turning back to her task at hand.
Without the distraction of the Chitauri, Draconia worked much faster, ripping sheets of alien metal from the fastenings and doing her best to toss them onto things that would either do the most damage to the aliens or not damage anyone on her side. Once she'd cleared enough of the armor off to expose a good portion of it's spine and sides she lifted off with powerful strokes of her wings. "See if you can find a couple of tanks or jets. Hell, maybe you have something to take this guy out, I'm not sure my fire could get through it's thick hide." She told Strange.
With the Morlocks moving through the streets, most beyond elated that they got to use their abilities without fear of retribution, and the army moving in Trin thought the battle was slowing beginning to turn in their favor.
ADMIN SKIP Character Skipped: @jason Reason: Player is on LOA and requested being taken out of plot. I will be merging Jason's exit post in with my next Rogue one since they're already interacting and shouldn't effect Trinity/Strange for the time being. Next up: @drstrange
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