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.
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:
DC 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.
Brotherhood Mutants: Morrigan brings with her some of the members of the Brotherhood, who jump into action as protection for their own kind.
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.
The response time of the Capital is admirable. In little to no time at all, emergency sirens are blaring across the city, radio broadcasts are being sent out, and emergency warnings are on every station. People are advised to stay in their homes while the rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire goes on outside, accompanied with distant blasts from tanks. Some jets pass close enough overhead that windows rattle. Some are shaken and burst from the impacts of leviathans against the buildings.
A second, flanking attack has been organized near Columbian Heights and the Smithsonian Park to form a pincer around the White House. The primarily residential area is not well fortified to withstand the assault.
The army is doing all that it can, but it is steadily losing ground.
Post by Z inactive maureenevans on Feb 5, 2016 3:54:50 GMT
“My name is Death and the end is here…”
Morrigan didn’t have to see the scene outside the basement where she’d called a meeting in order to know what was going on upstairs. Death shrieked at her, the wails becoming more and more frantic with each passing second. Pain flared in Morrigan’s head, the onset of a migraine already slamming at the back of her skull. And the front. And from every single direction imaginable.
The attack on the West Coast had been all over the news for a few hours now. It was only a matter of time before they hit here, too. New York is where they’d attacked last time. It had been confined, though. This attack was different. Three major cities were under siege from the same aliens that had devastated Manhattan a few years previously. They had planned much better, it seemed.
Well, if the aliens were going to plan, then so was she.
Unfortunately, while some of the closer residents of the nation’s capital had arrived, the arrival of enemies here in DC preceded the start of her meeting. Clutching at her head, Morrigan stumbled past the mutants in attendance towards the stairs. Her vision blurred, but she managed to gain a solid footing on the sojourn upwards. Slowly, but surely, an azure shade began to overtake her body, starting at the crown of her head and working its way down as she summoned a shield to form around herself.
Once upstairs in the cafe proper, Morrigan forced her eyes open, unsteady footsteps taking her across the floor towards the windows. She paid no mind to the patrons as they gaped at her and offered the man trying to block the door a single snarl before being allowed to vacate the premises. The sounds of battle could be heard through the thick cafe windows, and they only got louder as she stepped outside. Still, though, Death’s wail was the loudest thing in Morrigan’s ears.
There were aliens on the street already, making their way to the buildings all around. Gritting her teeth, Morrigan began marching towards the nearest group. If she could hear any of her brethren behind her, she paid them no mind. Death beckoned - she needed to answer the call.
Lifting one hand skyward, she brought it down and forward, sending a blast of force at one of the greenish-brown uglies hard enough to send it flying into its three friends without halting her predatory stalk in their direction. All of them were limned in a familiar blueish aura, leaving Morrigan no doubt as to their fates. In fact, every last alien she saw on the street around them was glowing faintly. As one of the aliens scrambled back to its feet, Morrigan sent another blast towards it, this one smaller and more concentrated.
The hole in the creature’s sternum was nearly the size of a baseball, which Morrigan finally saw with clarity. Death quieted, seemingly pleased by Morrigan’s actions, and the building migraine vanished instantly. Panting, Morrigan lifted her gaze slowly, taking in the trio now standing before her. The corners of her lips lifted in a sadistic grin and a quiet chuckle bubbled out from her mouth. “Shall we, then?” she purred, reaching down to pluck the fallen alien’s glaive off from the ground. It wasn’t a staff, which she’d trained with back when killing was not an option. Still, it felt good in her hands.
A few blasts slammed into the force shield surrounding her, emanating from the ends of the glaives in her foes’ hands and both of Morrigan’s eyebrows shot skyward. What was this? Not just a glaive - also a gun? Giving the glaive a cursory inspection, she found it wasn’t hard to locate the trigger. A flash of light and some kind of blast soared out of one end of the weapon, killing one of the three on the spot. “Oh… Oh, yes, this ought to do nicely…” Still grinning, she pointed the blade end at the remaining two Chitauri.
Post by z inactive kylemcheye on Feb 6, 2016 15:45:02 GMT
Hold that thought down.
Kyle was still a bit on the fence when it came to the Brotherhood. Mo had quickly become his best friend after they'd met, and he understood her position, but there were still some things about the whole idea that were unsettling in his mind. He was still giving the thing a shot, though; after all, she was running the thing now from what he could tell. Which was why he'd taken the brief time off he had to come visit her in DC as she held meetings and whatnot. He'd hoped that gaining a better view on the organization would help settle his worries about what he was stepping into.
Then the attack started happening. Kyle had never wanted to get involved in fighting 'the good fight'. Hell, that was why he'd kept refusing the X-Men after graduating High School at Xavier's. He could tell that Mo's powers were starting that headache that always came along with them, and as he watched her stumble towards the exit while those around them stared after her, he hurried to her side to help steady her as best he could.
Much as he'd never wanted to battle for the lives of others, he wasn't about to let her go off on her own and stuck to her side as she made her way out to the street. The destruction that had already started was like something out of a nightmare. With Mo seemingly lost in what was going on in her head, all he could do was be there if she needed him and stare around them in shock as the aliens continue attacking everything they could get their claws on.
It was as Mo finally entered the field of battle that Kyle stopped, not wanting to follow her into the line of fire without being ready for that. "Aw, shit," he grumbled before retreating to the side of the building where other mutants from the meeting were starting to emerge and starting to follow the lead of Morrigan in jumping against the creatures.
Cursing again, Kyle reached out mentally to grab hold of Mo's power. Over the past year he'd started learning how to work his way around the things that she could do, and as such he was more comfortable with hers than with any of the other powers surrounding him. It took concentration to pull at the power in a way that got him up to battle-speed with it, as he'd trained himself over the years to automatically, subconsciously block out anything mutant around him.
He didn't tinge blue the way that Mo did, although his eyes did flash in the strange blue glow that tended to coat hers as he went to her side. "So not how I was planning on spending the week when I came to visit you," he told her, voice raised slightly to make it over the noise of battle as his eyes carefully didn't look at the holes burned in the Chitauri that she'd just finished attacking. With that, he turned his attention to another alien that was approaching and harnessed her powers in a focused blast that sent him off his feet and knocked into another creature behind him, both hitting the ground after to be consumed by the fire another Brotherhood member sent around them.
Shortly before making the decision to invade, I mean visit, Midgard, Amora had partaken in her usual practise of scrying [divining the past present and future] as a way to relax and plan. What she had seen inside the pool had shaken her to the core: fire and flames and death inside, covering everything in its path. Ragnarok. Now, Amora had no respect or regard for the ruling line of Asgard; usurpers and imposters, all of them. She scorned Odin and his queen, his sons and relatives; believing them to have stolen her rights and insulted her and her line. Still, she had no deep desire to destroy Asgard itself, no matter her feelings on Odin. She loved her realm and its people, its beauty and wonder still as much of a draw as the beautiful cities it competed against. To see it all wither in flame and pass on into shadow and darkness was not something she wanted; in large part it had influenced her decision to visit the smallest of realms.
Now, Ragnarok had come.
Hearing the commotion outside her new living arrangements, Amora closed her eyes for a few seconds to center herself before she smiled at her thrall, Jonas, and manifested green fire around her fingers and hand. “Please be careful and stay inside, my champions,” she cooed before she strode outside and lobbed a fistful of fire at the nearest alien she could see. Waving her fingers in a circle, she thrust it outwards and a group of them went flying into the nearest wall, strangling on her grasp as her fingers inched closer and closer together. Dropping the dead bodies in her wake, she looked up at a Leviathan and smirked.
“Levitate,” she commanded the magics, rising slowly from the ground up to face this huge beast. It resembled a few creatures on Asgard but infinitely more ugly. Green lightning crackled from her hands, clothing melting away to reveal armour that covered every inch of her skin as her blonde hair whipped around her. Directing her energies at the armour of the great beast, she smiled with malice as it screeched, green energy rippling over its hide. Amora could feel every inch of its pain as the energy ripped and slashed and sent volt after volt through the beast, a spare bolt or two of energy effortlessly battering away the smaller enemies on the ground trying to attack her.
Her eyes glowed with green fire as she concentrated on bringing the beast down.
First they attacked the West Coast, and whether or not it was part of their plan, the attacking forces managed to pull the Avengers away from the East and leave SHIELD and co. to be ready in case they decided the utter devastation of one coast wasn’t enough for them. It had been less than a few hours after the fighting started on the west coast when DC was made part of the fun of an inter-planetary invasion force.
Having gotten some weaponry from a nearby SHIELD armory, he had thought of only one thing and that was ensure the safety of Amora. He had brought her to DC in an attempt to keep her safe, yet now she had been thrust into the danger just like the rest of the city. He knew his orders from SHIELD, yet he had ignored them by going to the safehouse he had set up for the Asgardian who had put her spell on him.
He’d barely caught up to the blonde goddess before all hell broke loose, without a moment of hesitation he clipped on the scabbard holding his blade, and for good measure he swung a duffel bag filled with weaponry, with a paltry amount of ‘nanite ammunition’ that every agent had been given. He’d be extremely lucky if he hadn’t had to resort to use his blade, or find something else to fight with.
Even someone as trained as him felt some butterflies knowing that the force he was going up against was nothing he had faced before, yet the goddess seemed to know no fear in the face of the dangers that lurked outside and had stepped outside to face them. What could he do but to follow her and make sure she wasn’t going to get shot in her back by anyone?
“I appreciate that you care about my health, but I’m not going to sit on the side lines watching you put yourself into danger.” he exclaimed gruffly, but with actual thought about the woman’s safety on his mind, her seductive magic had made sure that he couldn’t think about anyone else.
Stepping out in the open, the chaos in the streets had gone from zero to a hundred in barely any time at all, many civilians fleeing to find any sort of shelter from the danger. Cops where on the streets too, but they barely had any idea what they could do against the alien force that had superior weaponry and could shrug off anything short of a bullet to the head. The National Guard fared little better, but what could anyone have expected from people who were barely trained for combat, let alone inter-dimensional warfare of the cataclysmic variety.
Needless to say, Columbia Heights had seen better days and it wasn’t going to look any better as the battle would rage on…
Gunning down a handful of the creatures SHIELD called ‘Chitauri’, he stopped for a second as he noticed Amora using her powers to float up into the air, and going up against the giant floating monstrosity of a being that used its size to topple towers and everything else that flew that high.
Knowing he had nothing at his disposal to take it down himself, he simply focused on keeping the Chitauri on the ground busy and making sure they weren’t taking pot shots at the woman he had sworn to protect with his life. “I hope you have a way to get that thing down permanently.” he yelled, but he knew that his voice wouldn’t reach Amora over the noise of half the city getting a make-over.
All he could do is hope that there was someone in the crowd that could take down the big ones, else they’d be in for a long and painful battle…
Nathaniel Essex was a great many things, but a hero wasn't one of them. He didn't like humanity in general or, save for a very few exceptions, in specific. He certainly didn't care about any of them enough to risk his life on their behalf. His plans, however, were another matter. Those he very much cared about and was willing to fight for, especially when it came to some alien megalomaniac charging around upsetting them. And, if he were to be completely honest with himself, he did have some loyalty to his own species.
So it was that when the sound of Chitauri weapons and battlecries ripped through the spring air outside the window of his DC brownstone, he marked his place in the book he'd been reading and set it aside. And by the time the clamor of invasion was overlaid with the howl of sirens, he was already suited up and rocketing skyward. Englobed in a protective bubble of telekinetic force, he hovered high over the city, sparing the minute or two necessary to get the lay of the land and map out troop movements.
From his elevated position, he could see two alien forces angling for the White House in a pincer movement. The force further away was going through a more built up and heavily-populated area, where it was encountering significant resistance. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for the pincer arm beneath him, which had fewer structures and people in its way. Which wasn't to say its progress was completely uncontested – the geneticist could see two mutants cutting a swath through them on the ground, and even as he watched, a blonde woman flew up to begin flinging fiery green lightning at a Leviathan. Not a mutant, he thought with a narrowing of his eyes, identifying her a moment later as Asgardian.
She seemed to have her chosen opponent well in hand, so Sinister decided to target a second of the massive flying creatures. Another quick glance around showed him an armory in the form of a construction site, with a number of steel girders laid out ready to be put in place. At two tons, the heaviest of them was well within his capabilities and he reached out to seize it with his mind, lofting it skyward as rapidly as he was able. Then, from a few thousand feet up, he brought it down again like a giant spike, using his power to aim and augment the velocity provided by simple gravity until it was hurtling toward its target at approximately 400mph.
Post by Z inactive maureenevans on Feb 11, 2016 5:03:07 GMT
“My name is Death and the end is here…”
Though she didn’t express it, Morrigan knew Kyle was there with her the moment she began to lose herself in the symphony of Death. Like a shadow, he followed at her elbow, warm hands pressing on the leather sleeve of her jacket as he helped to keep her from tripping up the stairs. She made a mental note to thank him later, but as the scene outside unfolded, it disappeared.
Morgan’s death had marked the end of an era for the Brotherhood. He had laid the groundwork for what needed to happen for the species next. Dying as a martyr for the cause could not have worked any better. The numbers at each meeting she attended had swollen as news of the faction’s leader at the hands of anti-mutant humans had spread like wildfire. There was a quiet storm brewing within the regime now, and this invasion was the perfect time to let the lightning finally strike.
“Save the humans!” she called out to her brethren, sending a wall of force into the face of an incoming Chitauri. ‘Show them our true power. Let them see for their own eyes why they should fear and respect us!’ She left the rest unspoken, but the fire of a zealot that burned in her eyes was reflected from most of the group that had arrived in time.
The sound of a familiar voice drifted into Morrigan’s ears and she shifted her gaze in that direction. A gentle smile spread out onto her lips as Kyle stopped at her side, his eyes glowing a familiar blue. “Didn’t I tell you this was on the itinerary?” she quipped, using her stolen glaive to hack at a nearby alien. “I would have sworn I told you… Museum of Natural History at 10AM, alien invasion at one, and cosmic bowling at eleven…”
With a cluck of appreciation at Kyle’s control of her ability, Morrigan sent a similar blast towards one of the larger foes. He stumbled back, but managed to keep his footing. Arching a brow, Morrigan sucked in a deep breath and shoved again - hard. This time, the cybernetic-esque beast sailed backwards, his green flesh and mechanical bits quickly getting absorbed by the growing inferno created by Cinder. Nodding her approval to the pyrokinetic, Morrigan turned her attention to the shadow falling over the street from the south.
Oh… Ohhh...
She was still trying to determine just how to go about helping deal with the gigantic beast when a shimmering goddess in green took to the skies from somewhere outside Morrigan’s peripheral vision. Was she another mutant? Morrigan wasn’t entirely certain, but the woman seemed to be faring decently against the flying whale thing. Still… She didn’t quite look like she was going to manage the creature on her own.
“Wheatley! Get Cinder up high - help her with that!” she called, motioning to the younger mutant as he popped out of a portal near her. He nodded and in the blink of an eye, the pair appeared on a roof near to the face of the Leviathan. Orange flames joined the emerald ones consuming the face of the beast and it screeched as the scorching heat finally began to sink beneath the armor as the green female’s blasts worked to pry them away further.
“Rock,” (god, how she hated the geode-esque mutant’s scathingly unoriginal name) “you’re on big dude duty. Use your thick skin to your advantage and rip them to shreds. You three have that side of the street. You two,” she said, motioning towards Kyle and the final Brotherhood member, “stick with me.” Off in the distance, she spied a second space whale, but another flying mutant seemed to be handling it without too much issue.
Azure orbs shifted to the man equipped with the necessary supplies for an invasion such as this and with a quick jerk of her head, Morrigan motioned for her two comrades to follow her to his position. He looked.. familiar.. “You’re a SHIELD agent.” It was meant to be a question, but there was a hint of certainty to her voice. “Morrigan,” she offered, holding out her free hand. Before he could move to accept or ignore, she lifted the hand and pushed her palm forward. The Chitauri lunging toward their location from behind the man went careening backwards into two of its mates, giving the small group a moment to breathe.
Post by z inactive kylemcheye on Feb 14, 2016 5:33:37 GMT
Hold that thought down.
It was interesting to see the Brotherhood swarm into motion. They were against humanity in general, but when it came down to it the aliens were a bigger, more readily apparent and deadly enemy and the Brotherhood took quickly to fighting back against them. He couldn't help the grin on his face as Mo easily joked with him even in the midst of battle and he moved with her to back up her blows with his own and protect her back as she focused forward.
"Well, that would have been nice to know so I could've worn my good shoes to the fight," he joked back as he watched her push one of the larger aliens into the increasingly out-of-control-looking fire that their friendly pyrokinetic was causing.
It seemed that there were others in the area with the same idea to leap into action, and Kyle was thankful that the small group of mutants were not the only people in the area to fight back the wave of aliens. The woman in green up above was a blank spot in his mind, so whatever her powers, she wasn't actually a mutant and Kyle decided to ignore her for now. With their pyrokinetic switching focus, Kyle decided to switch tactics and reached for the man's power in addition to Mo's, wrapping his next energy blast in flames as he sent it forward towards a couple of the Chitauri, sending burning aliens towards their comrades.
"That was... more effective than expected," he said, more to himself than Mo as he stuck to her side at her command and moved towards one of the others that had entered the field of battle.
Glancing at the aliens still around them, he shook his head a bit as Mo stopped for introductions. "Talk later. There's another wave of them coming our way," he pointed out, motioning towards the approaching aliens, some one chariots in the sky with many more fighting their way through on the ground with spears and energy guns. Kyle repeated his move with Mo's energy blasts and the fire on some of the closer aliens, sending them flying back into the approaching lines with a bit of flame on the side in the hopes of causing even the slightest bit of chaos in their ranks.
“Of course, my champion,” she called behind her soothingly, “you must always make sure that your own people are safe. Do what you need to, I will call you should I become unsafe. Go but be safe, sweet Jonas.”
The Leviathan in front of her was reacting to her energy exactly the way she wanted to, the pain it was feeling emitting from it in screeches and growls and groans. Waving her hand as chitauri soared towards her to try and protect their monstrous beast, she flung them across the city with a concentrated blast of green ambient energy, her fingers flicking them away one at a time while her right hand continued to feed the pain of her target. These little ants were becoming a mite pesky, she reflected, as she returned her gaze to the writhing creature. Hearing a noise and turning her head as the monopoly of green energy was broken by a new type of energy, Amora floated in the air as she beheld the...being in front of her helping her with that monster she was almost ready to coup de grace on.
Calling down to Jonas, she smiled as she could hear the armoured hide groaning and warping, she waved a hello to the being projecting what she recognised as fire. “Please move, Jonas.”
Bringing her hands together in a cupped shape, Amora closed her eyes as she floated down to settle on a roof top, the building deserted under her feet. Green energy receded from her fingers, warping around her body as she channelled the energy and ambient magics around the city into a field of static like magic. Opening them as green energy covered her eyes, she directed a hand at the Leviathan and the energy soared through her limb into the beast. As it writhed, Amora raised her hands and then brought them down at her feet. As her hands hit the roof floor, the great beast screamed once and then came hurtling down onto the place she was standing. Bracing herself, Amora levitated up just at the last minute before unmovable concrete met flesh and metal. Hovering in the air, she watched the creature come crashing down through the roof into the levels below it.
With the blast from his gun he dropped any chitauri warrior that tried to rush him, some took a few shots, but whenever he got one between the eyes he know that they wouldn’t be able to shrug it off. But regardless of that, the aliens just kept coming and coming regardless of how many empty magazines dropped to the ground. His bag might be big, but SHIELD hadn’t invented it to be endless yet.
But as if it was sent from the heavens, mutants crawled out of the woodwork and started to lay into the chitauri something fierce, finally managing to build a small secure pocket where they could begin to work from. Hearing a young female voice close in on him, he switched his target and aimed at the person moving towards him with deliberate and confident strides.
Even if he wanted to shoot the woman for startling him in the middle of a battle, the mutants by her side where quick to flare up their powers in defense of what seemed to be their group leader. Quickly raising his hands he showed no intent to attack any of his current allies, holstering the weapon but keeping it ready to be used at any team.
Scoping down the young woman, the girl’s eyes flaring up with an unnatural blue hue, no doubt connected to whatever mutant ability she could boast. “And I assume you’re the one leading the mutant-brigade…” reluctantly he shook the hands of ‘Morrigan’, making him wonder for two seconds whether he had walked past her somewhere, but right now was not the time to wonder about those things. “Jonas, and yeah I work for SHIELD. Not that it matters who works for what right now.” the only two allegiances that mattered were the ones attacking the city, and the ones fighting back to retake the city from the alien masses.
Looking up at Amora, he realized what she was planning to do with the help of one of the mutant allies, and it was going to get very messy very quickly. Without saying a word, he grabbed the young woman by the arm and pulled her along with him behind a derelict city bus, the rest of the mutant brigade following, once more with their powers set in a way to try to protect their master and scare him. But they were the ones that were shook the most as the sound of a gigantic space-monster crashing into an apartment flat deafened everything around them. Debris from the building impacting the bus and turning it into a pin-cushion, but fortunately preventing the people behind it from getting pieces of rebar to the head.
He was also quite impressed by the young woman’s own lack of flinching, whether or not she had known what was going on, or simply was used to bigger things going up, her demeanor didn’t change for a second in the face of a small apartment block going up in smoke. “Listen, Morrigan. I’m not one for rousing speeches, and seeing how your flock is reacting to my actions, I think they’re probably ready to jump in front of you regardless of what I’ll say…” glancing back at one of the kids under her wing, he nodded at him to go do whatever he did best.
“I’m not going to pretend I can order you around, but for what it’s worth I think it’s best to focus on those big ones flying around, and trying to set up a perimeter where we can set up a forward base.” scratching his chin he wondered if the woman even listened to what he had to say, or whether she had her own plan devised to fight the aliens. But right now he was only really thinking about getting the authorities to stop bumbling about like idiots, protecting whoever was still on the street, and the woman that was tossing around space whales with her mind.
Scoping out the streets, he quickly tried to think up something he could ask of the woman and her comrades. “Also, if the stronger types in your group could toss some vehicles around, we can build a cordon where people can take cover, if you can do that, that’d be great, kid.” patting the woman on the side he grabbed his gun and shot down two of the chitauri that had tried to sneak up to the group using the dust from the building as a smokescreen.
Dropping his bags of goodies and taking out a few new spare magazines, he glanced back at the girl. “So yeah, don’t stand around and do what you do. I’m not your boss, remember.” the whole leadership thing was very foreign to him, after all he was trained to follow them rather than give them out, so in part he was hoping that the others could simply fill in the blanks wherever they could.
Looking up in the sky at the goddess who had just finished off one of the big flying monsters, he shrugged his shoulders at her. “Appreciate the warning, Amora. But could you next time aim to not flatten an entire city block?!” collateral wasn’t going to help them in any way other than cause more chaos and panic around the city, and they had to make it clear that they were trying to save the city, and not joining in on the destruction of it.
He doubted that she had heard him, as she’d probably be focusing on the next giant space monster that was being a dart-target for another mutant that had joined the fight. These people were truly crawling out of the woodwork, and right now he didn’t know he had to be happy that these people were there to help, or be afraid of what their abilities could do if the current danger had subsided.
But he truly couldn’t think that far ahead into the future, he simply had to focus on the next couple of chitauri and drop them permanently, he wasn’t going to die here today, and neither would he let Amora fall…
Aimed with a precision made possible by his study of the giant alien creatures' genome, Sinister's impromptu pithing rod struck with devastating effect. While it didn't kill the Leviathan outright, it spiked through the armor deeply enough to cripple a crucial nerve plexus, specifically the one that generated and controlled the anti-gravity effect it used to fly. Uttering an ear-splitting howl as it spasmed convulsively, the massive beast dropped like a rock, crashing to the street below and crushing a squad of Chitauri beneath its bulk.
Unfortunately, save to enrage them, the Leviathan's downing did nothing about its other outriders, which included a number of the alien cyborgs mounted on their flying chariot-sleds. Their attention – not to mention their considerable ire – was promptly focused on the superpowered human who had dared to challenge them. Nor was their mood improved by the almost-simultaneous sight of another Leviathan literally going down in flames at the hands of the Asgardian woman and a pyrokinetic mutant Sinister recognized as one of the Brotherhood. Two waves of them banked toward the airborne oppositions to their conquest. And well behind them came a third Leviathan.
Essex's eyes narrowed slightly. The possible reasons for the mutant supremacist group's presence in force were intriguing, but of largely academic interest given the large number of angry, armed aliens heading in his direction. As capable as he was and as practiced as he'd become with his new telekinetic ability in the few months he'd possessed it, taking on so many would be a strain, even for him. He wasn't anyone's concept of a team player, but he recognized the validity of strength in numbers and desperate times called for desperate measures.
Throwing more power into his shields and flight, Sinister sped down and to one side, making for the locus of resistance that seemed to be forming up near the still-burning Leviathan corpse. There he identified more Brotherhood and a baseline human SHIELD agent, as well as the Asgardian woman, whose abilities he was unable to analyze beyond 'standard Asgardian physiology' and 'energy manipulation.' Still, as frustrating as it was not to be able to pin them down more definitively, there was no denying they were powerful and effective.
Coming to a stop hovering closely enough to the group that he could speak to them without having to yell, Essex said, "there are more Chitauri and another Leviathan inbound. Those of us who can fly will need to secure the air, or they'll chop everyone on the ground to pieces."
Post by Z inactive maureenevans on Feb 22, 2016 8:21:38 GMT
“My name is Death and the end is here…”
“You’re not gonna last long when the zombie apocalypse comes ‘round,” Morrigan chided her friend, a cheeky grin upon her lips as she sent another forceful blast at one of the bigger brutes. It managed to steady itself, even with the gaping wound in its shoulder and charged back towards her. Her second blast nearly took its head off at the neck, successfully dropping the creature permanently. “I suppose next you’re going to tell me you left your cricket bat back in New York, too, aren’t you?” she called out over the din of battle.
Shawn of the Dead had been on television the night Kyle got to town, and she’d let it play in the background while they ate pizza (and played keep away from the dogs). She didn’t think a cricket bat would truly do much damage to these creatures, but a pint did sound pretty good about now.
Watching Kyle’s powers in action was a real treat, and it took more than a little self-control not to stop and simply watch as he seemed to fuse her power in with Blaze’s to create a truly devastating attack. And to think, Xavier had almost had him. Smiling to herself, Morrigan turned so that she was back-to-back with her friend for a few moments as they cleared a path towards the man she recognized as a SHIELD agent.
A part of her wanted to be angry at the man for turning his weapon on her, but she couldn’t truly blame him. They were in the middle of a battle - things like this happened. Her hands, blue as they were, were not alight with that newly familiar aura that signalled her end, and so while her comrades shifted into defensive positions around her, she merely smiled and stepped forward. “It is not my time, my brethren,” she purred, motioning with both hands for them to focus on the aliens around them rather than the interaction taking place between herself and this SHIELD agent.
“I am the current leader of the Brotherhood, yes,” she responded to the man, a grin tugging at her lips. She hadn’t wanted this position. She still didn’t. But she was quickly learning that she was good at it. The others heeded her commands without question, whether out of respect, or fear, she wasn’t sure. Did it even really matter, in the end, though? “No, I suppose not… but… what can I say? I’ve a certain fondness for your organization…” She had worked for the intelligence organization for quite a few months - long enough to find herself infatuated by one of its agents, much to her chagrin. It had been months since she’d seen Timothy, but the image of the eagle emblazoned upon this man’s bag tugged at the strings of her heart nonetheless.
The sound of Kyle’s warning spurred her into action again, but after only a few small blasts to take out the regular Chitauri, something unexpected happened. Morrigan’s bright blue eyes flashed with rage as a hand clamped around her arm. SHIELD or no, how dare this human lay a hand upon her! The rage disappeared in the blink of an eye, and she allowed the agent to pull her towards an area he deemed safe, but her jaw remained clenched all the same. Once they were behind a bus, Morrigan tore her hand free of the man’s grasp and, as soon as her comrades had joined them, nodded to Kyle before forming a forcefield large enough to encompass the whole lot of them. She was fairly certain her own shield would be strong enough to keep everyone safe from the debris of an apartment building coming down, but if he added his own power to the mix, it was considerably more probable to withstand such an onslaught.
Sure enough, the forcefield held, though she noticed the bus did not survive. As soon as all was still once more, Morrigan dropped her shield back down to a personal size and a wave of dust swept in finally. Turning her gaze onto the SHIELD agent as he spoke again, Morrigan arched an eyebrow at him curiously. “They are not sheep, Agent,” she seethed, rising back to her full height. “And as I have already assured them, you do not pose a threat to me. None of these creatures do.” All but sneering, she turned and sent a well-aimed blast towards the head of a large brute as if to prove herself.
When the rage hit Morrigan’s eyes this time, it stayed. Who did this man think he was to call her kid? It took every ounce of willpower within her not to send her next attack at him when he deigned to pat her side. Instead, an approaching Chitauri took a significantly more volatile blast than necessary, a hole the size of a basketball exploding through its chest. With a wave of her other hand, she sent two of her comrades towards a collection of tumbled vehicles. Turning to Blaze, she tossed her head in their direction, signifying her desire for the pyrokinetic to follow them. While they worked to build a roadblock, Blaze would help to keep aliens off of their position.
Morrigan herself helped keep the area near the bus secure, shortly after shoving it into a slightly more defensible position in conjunction with the apartment building rubble. The effort required for such a feat was more than a little strenuous, but she fought through the pain anyways. Panting as she finally succeeded in her personal task, she rest one hand against the side of the bus, using her other to swipe away at a trickle of blood seeping out of her nose, hopefully without anyone seeing.
“I’ll keep the ground covered,” she announced, turning towards the sound of a new voice. The floating man earned a nod of greeting from the azure mutant, who promptly turned to face her best friend. “How are you with heights?” she purred, offering Kyle a wicked grin.
Post by z inactive kylemcheye on Feb 26, 2016 1:17:55 GMT
Hold that thought down.
Kyle snorted a bit at Mo's reply. He wouldn't really put it past the universe to throw zombies at them next, though. "Too bad, huh?" he shot back with a small grin as he focused on attempting to take out the aliens that Mo wasn't. He didn't like the idea of taking life, but in this instance... well, it was an invasion. What else could they do?
The man that Mo had approached looked quite at home in the midst of the attack, and that made Kyle uneasy in a not insignificant way. After all, what kind of people were at home in this kind of situation? Soon enough the man was pulling Mo away and him and the rest of the Brotherhood agents in the streets followed closely. Kyle doubted that he would take a break in the larger battle at hand in order to harm Mo, but if he did he had a fireball coming his way.
He bristled at the condescending way the man talked to Mo, as if she didn't know how to handle herself. Mo was the single smartest person that Kyle knew, and there was no way that she deserved that kind of behavior aimed at her. After all, she was in charge of the damn Brotherhood now. Even if Kyle wasn't too sure he agreed with them, he could be proud of her for that.
Sending a glare at the man as he followed Mo closely to their next target, Kyle took to defending Mo as she worked, unsure what her exact plan was, though it was likely good that she took anger out on the attacking aliens rather than the SHIELD agent that had insulted her. Watching her with one eye as he was, he noticed when she over-extended herself and stepped close to her, leaning in with a comforting hand on her back. "You okay?"
Kyle could feel another powerful mutant approaching their group and turned slightly to study him. Of course there was another wave. He tilted his head toward Mo for further instructions; he might not want to fight, but in this instance that was all he could do.
He couldn't help the groan at Mo's smirk in his direction as she looked at the man in the air. His telekinetic power was low, not nearly enough to get him in the air, but the good news was that TK based abilities were far easier for him to absorb because of his base ability. "Do you wanna fly to or is it just me?" he sighed.
Deciding that her energy could be better used standing on terra firma then floating in the air right then, she waved a hand and the ambient energy surrounding her that she had used to channel her levitation dissipated, allowing her heels to click on the ground. Studying the devastation she had caused with an unreadable expression on her face, her eyes twinkled with some untold pleasure or enjoyment at the downed foe crushed and impaled by tonnes of midgardian building materials. Thanos’ beast of burdens fared little better than the bildgesnipe of her world, except larger of course.
Turning away from the levelled building, she sauntered over and wrapped her arm around her paramour. “My dear Jonas,” she cooed as she rested her head on his shoulder for a few seconds. “You are such an able warrior, I was amiss chiding you about this, why, if we were on Asgard the Aesir and Vanir would be singing your praises in songs and legends. My champion.”
Nuzzling his neck, her eyes watched the blue haired woman with a slightly narrowed look. It had not been as hard for her to hear up there what had been said and a tiny part of her rankled at the woman stranger. How dare she threaten what was hers?
Tilting her head up to study the still busy skies, she shook her head to release any tension and then offered her hand, palm up, to Jonas as the other two wandered off. “My sweet one,” she murmured to him. “I do not think we can be any use down here, so let us fight these invaders in the sky, yes?”
Waving her free hand under her feet to release the energy again, she headed off regardless of whether Jonas was with her. Creating a solid matter construct of a green disc, she let her feet rest on it and began to play target practise with the chitauri and chitlean. Conjuring up bolt after bolt of energy, she waved her hands and speared them constantly even though more kept coming.
With a short lull in the action going on, he had to admire the handiwork from the mutants, despite their reluctance to take orders from anyone other than Morrigan, they had made sure to set up a rudimentary perimeter despite all that. The blue haired woman was fierce, and would’ve been a danger if they weren’t forced to work together at this point in time, but right now he was focused on getting out of the hellzone alive.
With multiple of the flying beasts felled, he knew the tide was turning in this area of the city. But information was sparse, and for all he knew the White House could have been leveled already and they were merely a pinprick in the grand scheme. But what the others were doing didn’t matter, it mattered that he kept himself and Amora safe, although the gorgeous Asgardian was more than a match for anything that was being thrown at her.
Even after all the destruction going on, the woman didn’t think twice about coming down from the sky and embracing him in the middle of the street for all to see, arguably that had been her plan. “I don’t know about songs, but I rather focus on getting us out of here as quick as possible.” he confided with Amora, the longer they were together the bigger the chance was someone that knew who Amora was might connect one and one together, and it wasn’t time yet for her grand entrance.
Looking around at the mutants keeping the place secure, he had to agree that he wouldn’t be much use on the ground. There were bigger threats to go around, and he could certainly use a better vantage point in regards to cleaning the streets of aliens head by head. And as such he grabbed the duffle bag of ‘toys’ and hesitatingly grabbed the hand of the goddess. “I’m not sure how this work-” Amora gave no warning as she took to the skies with Jonas in tow, her powers causing her to levitate and by proxy give Jonas a disc to stand on.
Regardless of him not plummeting to his death, the feeling of being in the air was one foreign to him and he rather get himself somewhere else to stand on before long. “I’m sure you can deal with the small and big guys, but maybe you can put me on a not-destroyed rooftop so I can focus on whatever stragglers are out there.” he had always been someone to prep a lot, and his fears of New York being the center of some sort of invasion weren’t unfounded.
Now he had a chance to try out his toys, and at the same time use aliens as target practice…
